Rising Fame and Ria's First Time

It's been a week since Dive in Love and Fool's Love burst onto the scene. That's how long it's been since Han Jimin revealed himself as a singer-songwriter. A new male singer had arrived—and not just any singer. Jimin's devastating looks were resetting the bar for male idols, sending his fans, especially the die-hard fangirls, into absolute bliss.

About 40% of the idol community forums were filled with Jimin content. Everyone was thirsty for a male singer.

Posts about his packed schedule popped up occasionally, but overall, the vibe was positive—everyone loved getting more glimpses of that handsome face. Still, plenty wanted to see him on music shows, big variety programs, or talk shows rather than just events. They craved a closer, more relatable side beyond the music.

Handsome stones gotta pay their face value, as the saying goes—male idols were notoriously stingy with fan service. But as ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a rookie just making his name, Jimin's fan encounters were racking up rave reviews.

As awareness of Jimin steadily grew, the news fans had been waiting for dropped:

"How's the reaction?"

"Total chaos, obviously. Every community's buzzing about Song Quiz."

Song Quiz was an indoor talk show featuring pre-booked guests. With so many variety shows begging for him, they'd weighed options and picked this one. A quick glance showed the main MC had solid hosting skills. NBC variety had sent tons of invites too, but he'd turned them all down. Sure, the companies had quietly settled things behind the scenes, but Jimin held grudges—he had a narrow heart like that.

NBC's drama division ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠had bet everything on Sweet Dream, and it had started airing. Episode 1 ratings: 4.7%. Not great for a make-or-break project. Critics mostly trashed the OST as lackluster.

Anyway, recording was the day after tomorrow, broadcast a week later.

I was gonna go in as a composer, but now I'm doing variety too. Full-on entertainer now.

Not bad. Playing the game, he'd just clicked away without realizing, but standing on stage had its own thrill.

After dropping Dive in Love, he'd hit pretty much every university festival in Seoul. Even his alma mater. He'd vaguely remembered seeing his student ID when he first woke up in this world, but adapting had made him forget. Currently on leave from Korean Arts University—surprisingly, in the Theater and Film department. Some kids who seemed like classmates chatted him up post-event; turns out he'd enrolled but never showed for a single class.

"I wanna go on Song Quiz too... Couldn't they book us together?"

"You just did one recently—no go."

Jeong Ria shot her Foxy manager a glare at that.

"Why not? That time you went as Foxy, not me."

"Image matters. And Song Quiz only called for Jimin."

"Hiiing."

Disappointment dripped from Ria's face at the manager's words. Then she turned to him, eyes sparkling. "But I'm your variety sunbae, so wanna run through how to handle it? They ask a ton of questions—I can simulate for you."

She lit up like she was giving pro advice, but it screamed more interest in the free meal. He let it slide. Of course, he double-checked her schedule like a proper celeb.

Today's lineup...

Evening university event. Dive in Love wasn't exactly festival fare, but they kept requesting it. Storytelling angle brought Ria along too. Company was raking in event fees nicely.

But this won't satisfy Cha Serin's eyes alone.

BOZ market cap: 850 billion. To claim this company, he'd need to step up. More effort required.

Gotta prep the next track fast.

And expand his entertainment scope. Get the band going, raise the group for IP farming.

Lost in future plans, someone tugged him. Turning, he saw Ria with sparkling eyes.

"Let's hit the studio. Unnie'll help you practice talk show stuff."

"...No schedule?"

"Evening event together, right? Free till then."

"Yeah?"

Glancing at the Foxy manager as Ria answered: "I've got Foxy girls' schedules."

"Foxy schedule means you don't go, Ria?"

"Yeah. Nothing major, times overlap a bit anyway."

Her tone hinted she was lowballed on pay. Score. He checked Ria's thoughts via system right away.

Teased to the brink for days, no wonder. Just his gaze made her nipples harden visibly.

Time to advance with her.

A sly smile crept across his lips. Sure enough, the studio door clicked shut behind them. Turning, Ria stared straight at him, lifting her T-shirt to bare her breasts.

Late learners burn hottest? Now alone time meant instant tit flash as baseline. Talk show practice? Yeah right. She'd sulk if he didn't grope now. He squeezed her tits hard, thumbing her nipples.

"Hngh...!"

"That good?"

"Y-yeah... Your hands are big, feels so good..."

Teasing her nips, he sucked one in.

"Ah...!"

Flicking with his tongue, her body jerked like electrocuted. Looking up, she bit her finger to stifle moans. Toying with her breasts, his free hand yanked down her pants.

"Nngh, yeah... Haaa...!"

Arms around his head, Ria wiggled her hips to help. White lace panties emerged—center slit open. Wet pussy lips peeked through obscenely.

"W-whoa."

"D-don't stare like that, it's embarrassing..."

"An idol in open-crotch panties? What, fuck-me underwear?"

"Y-yeah... Thought we'd do it soon..."

"Feels like we need a fancy hotel vibe."

"Here’s fine. It's our space. And..."

Trailing off, Ria whispered in his ear: "Doing it here means you'll think of me every time you work in this studio, right?"

He gaped at her. Attaching special meaning... Kinda guilty. Truth: fourth woman fucked here. Oh Minseo, Choi Nahee, Kim Nayun. Plenty rolled on this floor.

"So hurry up and fuck me."

Drenched enough for instant entry. He laid her on the sex-couch—Oh Minseo spec'd, adult-sized. Admiring her gorgeous body, kneading again.

"Ha-ut...! Ah! Aaaah! Baby, my baby...!"

Ria's lewd cries spilled under his touch. He'd groped her enough to map her hotspots perfectly.

No wonder—reading thoughts mid-caress made it impossible to miss. Cheat skill shone here.

"Haaaang...!"

Guiding her to climax once, he climbed over. Brushing back her blonde hair, deep kiss, then met her eyes.

"You'll keep loving me, right?"

"Obviously."

True. He never ditched women in his fold. Long as they didn't cross lines.

"Glad I gave my first to you. Come in... Wanna feel you."

Eyes down shyly—saliva swallowed hard. Idol with hordes of fans knew exactly how to arouse. Hand sliding down, probing her entrance. Soaked from before—ready now. Eyes locked, she spread her legs slightly.

"Hng, ah, aaa...!"

Grabbing his cock, he rubbed her slit slow. Once slick, he pressed the tip in.

Foxy leader Jeong Ria. Taking her virginity—conquest surged in him.

"Kng...! Ah, aaa...! Aah!"

Her face twisted in pain as he inched in. Arms clenched tight.

"Hurts?"

"A-a little... Nngh...! But...! Put it in. Quick...!"

Thrust deep in one go.

"...!!!"

Mouth agape, tears welled. Hugging tight, kissing—her tongue invaded wildly, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠chasing pain away. Accepting her kiss, he started rocking hips slow.

"Nngh, ut...! Yeah!"

Tight as hell—first time pain for him too. Heard Foxy members did lesbian stuff, but unlike Shine Candy, no toys apparently. Grip incomparable.

"Hng-ut..., hng! Ah...! Ah!"

Each thrust, her eyes glistened wetly at him.

"Jimin, I love you... Love you. Nngh...! Aah! Love you. Love you."

That desperate to connect? Pure bliss radiated from her face.

Reading her thoughts:

Slow thrusts. Giving time to adjust, teaching her body pleasure word by word. Her walls relaxed, molding to his size and shape.

How long? "Ah, aaa...! Haaang?! Ah!"

Pain-laced voice turned to moans with each buck.

"Hoo."

Pulling halfway out, slamming in— "Hnnnguuut?!" Her back arched like a bow. Supporting her hips, thrust again.

"Haaaang! Ah! Aaa...! Ha-ut!"

Getting used to it—pussy accepting more.

"Ah, aaa...! Baby! Hng...! Feel it! Your cock...! Cock...! Cock! Cock...! Aaaaang!"

Her endless moans fueled him.

"Better now?"

"Y-yeah...! Ah...! Do whatever. I'll take it all. Hng-ut!"

Overwhelmed but defiant—sticking tongue out like the unnie. He crushed her in embrace, withdrawing till tip nearly out, then bottomed out.

"Hng...?!"

Eyes froze. "A-ut!" Pull out. "Hng-up!" Slam in—body quivered. Proper pistoning now, words gone—only moans from her lips. Her cries and the couch's creaks filled the studio.