That Man, That Woman
"Hngh! Ah! Aah...! Ahhn!"
I lost count of how many times I'd fucked her. I just kept slamming my hips like a wild animal. Ria whimpering and squirming beneath me was so damn cute—I couldn't stop unleashing my lust. I must've cum inside her pussy at least four times.
"Ahh..."
After wrapping up that scorching session and cleaning up, Ria looked up at me with teary eyes.
"What's wrong?"
"My legs... they won't hold me. I can't stand."
"......"
Guess I went a bit too hard. Still, we had time before the university festival performance, so that was a relief. Plus, the song she was performing was Fool's Love—a soulful ballad heavy on emotional appeal. It wasn't too demanding physically, so even with shaky legs, it shouldn't be a big issue.
"Fuck?"
That was before I saw her wobbling unsteadily on stage.
[That woman watches you every day.]
"......?"
Waiting backstage, I caught a weird vibe in Ria's voice. Her pitch was unstable—nothing like her usual flawless performance.
She seemed fine condition-wise...
She'd been laughing and chatting with me right up until she went on stage. Worried something might be off, I peeked at her on the platform.
"...Ah."
I scratched my head. Her body was trembling faintly. More precisely, her legs felt like jelly, distracting her from the song.
Guess I'm the culprit.
Just hours ago, she'd lost her virginity to me—and taken my massive cock over and over after. She looked ready to collapse, but pro spirit had her gritting her teeth to hold on. It was painfully obvious.
Even Ria's fans in the crowd sensed something was wrong and started murmuring.
"Got a chair?"
"Huh?"
"A chair for Ria. Anything—hurry!"
The event staffer dashed off at my shout and brought one back quick. I snatched it and bolted onstage. To avoid startling her, I gave a subtle heads-up first, then gently placed the chair behind her. Ria sank into it naturally and kept singing.
"Ri-Ria's okay, right?"
As I set it down and slipped backstage, a BOZ rookie roadie came rushing over. Foxy's manager was supposed to handle us, but schedules overlapped, so we'd been with this newbie.
"Just a quick condition dip. She's fine now."
"Haa..."
The roadie slumped in relief with a groan, clearly spooked by the sudden snag.
Ria finished her song without a hitch and came down. Her legs were still shaking, so I helped her offstage.
"You good?"
"Y-yeah. You watched?"
"Of course."
Her eyes welled up with emotion at my answer. As I patted her shoulder sympathetically, a staffer signaled—it was my turn.
"Be right back."
"Yeah. Fighting!"
With Ria's cheer behind me, I strolled onstage.
Waaaaaah!!!
The moment I appeared, countless women erupted in cheers. True to this reversed world, it was wall-to-wall ladies. A few guys dotted the crowd, but barely any.
I grabbed the mic, and as the music kicked in, every eye locked on me. Stage lights gradually bathed my body as I calmly opened with the first verse.
"Always loving alone, parting alone..."
The initial note left my lips and rippled through the air. That one line ensnared the hearts of everyone at the festival, drawing them deeper into the song. Eyes closed, I poured emotion into each slow lyric.
Heavenly Resonance (S) activated.
Symphony Wave (S) activated.
Soul Flow (A) activated.
My skills fired off one by one, captivating the crowd. When did it start? More and more hands waved toward me. By the highlight, the entire festival audience was swaying along.
"......Ah."
Backstage, Ria watched the scene, her body quivering. Affection dripped from her eyes as she gazed at Han Jimin. Her first—and last—man shone brilliantly on that stage.
Jimin's actions at the festival blew up online.
It kicked off with someone tossing this teaser into the community.
A crystal-clear shot of Ria backstage, gazing at Han Jimin with pure, aching love.
As a top idol, comments piled up fast.
Insider know-it-alls chimed in, ramping up the buzz.
Proof pics followed, and the thread exploded.
In this reversed world where men are rare, society treasured them like gold. Han Jimin's chivalrous move transcended special—it was straight-up romantic. Every woman's fantasy playing out live, not in drama or comics.
Han's popularity surged again, boosting Song Quiz's booking cred too. Recording stayed chill and fun throughout.
"Whoa... Han Jimin pulls in stuff like this?"
"Thanks for the grub!"
"Digging in, Han Jimin oppa!"
Foxy fan club and Ria's personal fans sent snack trucks and coffee carts, sparking more hype.
"......Yeah."
I'd just done what felt obvious. But since it was some rare knight-in-shining-armor shit from books, folks went nuts. Made chatting up Song Quiz easy too—no digging into my past.
Said it was just the right thing, and cheers exploded everywhere.
Result? Dive In Love and Fool's Love held #1 and #2 past week 3 into week 4.
"Week of late September, Music Stage #1... Congrats! Han Jimin's Dive In Love!"
Proper #1 since week 2 meant three trophies now. Fireworks popped as the MC handed over flowers. Bowing to fans, I spotted idols eyeing me with sparkly fondness.
"......"
Couldn't read minds, but their gazes dripped pure like.
Exception? Shine Candy. Yunji and Jiyeon seemed cool, but leader Nayun pouted a tad.
Ria's fault? Manager said they're rivals.
Been glued to Ria lately, so Shine Candy—Nayun especially—had reason to sulk. She'd sworn obedience before me multiple times, though. Didn't expect the mood flip so quick.
...Hold up.
Then it hit me.
She pulling this 'cause she wants punishment?
Totally plausible.
Fresh off the hype, back in the waiting room, I tapped out a quick message to Kim Nayun.
"Gonna hit the restroom quick."
"Sure, go ahead."
Waited a beat, told the roadie manager, then headed there.
"Hello!"
"Please take care of us! From GirlsMinute!"
"Uh, yeah."
"Hey! Where's Sua? Find her quick and get to the van!"
En route, broadcast staff swarmed for greetings. Scarce men, all women. Two guy groups were on this music show, but no run-ins with them.
Bowed habitually in thanks and kept moving. Women's restroom buzzed; men's was dead quiet, like I rented the place.
Strode in slow, cleared my throat.
"Ahem."
Knocked on the leftmost stall door. It creaked open.

Kim Nayun—who'd winked at me from stage—blushed hard seeing me.
"Hey, Kim Nayun."
"...Yes?"
"Your face watching me onstage was weird."
Her expression froze at my words. Thought I wouldn't notice?
Shoved her inside the stall quiet-like to dodge prying eyes, then watched her reaction.
"......"
She hung her head, swallowing hard. After a long pause, she peeked up—eyes laced with twisted anticipation.
Nailed it.
Her subtle shivers screamed she craved correction.
"No answer? Craving a scolding?"
Cold tone as I scanned her. Sticky gaze raking her body—she gulped, loving it. Wasn't her vibe before.
"Nayun-ah."
"Hngh!"
Grabbed her tit hard, kneaded it showy. "You said you'd obey from now on? Sulking 'cause I've been with Ria?"
"N-no..."
Twitched at "Ria." Guess the rivalry's real. Wonder what happens if I call 'em both later, fuck 'em side-by-side in one bed.
"Then what?"
Pinched her cheek with fingers, forced her mouth open. Pushed down—she knelt like she couldn't resist. Didn't even tell her to; hands already yanking my pants.
Sure enough, my cock sprang free and she swallowed it whole.
"Mmm......"
She wanted this. Pouted to snag my attention. Though Ria mention legit spooked her.
"Slurp, smack."
Licked my dick like a pro, no shame in the wet sounds since no one's around. Sat casual on the toilet, spread legs—she crawled between, sucking again.
"Mm."
Decent skills now; hit my favorite spots.
"Glurk—!"
Tap her head—she got it, opened throat deep.
Such a slut. Busy schedules kept us apart lately; cock cravings made her pout.
"Glurk! Ulp! Grrrlurp!"
Grabbed her head, thrust hard. Choked her throat light, smacked cheeks—she dove in harder, thrilled.
Forced her through her jealousy fits a few times... guess it stuck as her kink.
Blasted a load down her throat, looked down at her. Fun idea sparked.
"Say I ordered it: Make up with Jeong Ria within a week, clear the air."
Nayun bit her lip.
But Nayun-ah, too bad.
"Proof? Yeah... snap a pic of you two kissing."
And that's not all.