An Eye for an Eye, A Tooth for a Tooth
"What a total perv? Fans would be so disappointed if they knew."
"Of course, fans don't get to see this side of me."
"So, who's this Kim Seongchan trophy?"
"Uh... well..."
Names start spilling from Choi Yeji's lips, one after another. Some I'd heard of, others not. According to Jo Haseul, they were mostly girls who weren't that popular anyway. If you ranked them by fan tiers, they were mostly third- or fourth-tier group members. Solaris was a boy group, but even so, the girls clinging to them weren't top-shelf—that was Jo Haseul's take.
"That's why they targeted Shine Candy. They'd built such strong recognition with fans that 'reverse-run miracle' nickname."
"Good enough for trophies?"
"Yeah. And if one seems decent, he just slips her into his pocket."
"His pocket?"
"Harem law."
Now the picture's coming together. Men over 25 have to marry ten women thanks to the recently enacted harem law. Kim Seongchan's got three years left, but with that number in mind, he needs to start prepping now.
"So he just hits on everyone. Testing if they've got what it takes to be his wife."
"Does that actually work? Girls aren't blind."
"Of course not. That's why shit happens in places like backstage hallways. Our leader unnie had low standards, so she ended up with a guy like Kim Seongchan."
"Hmm..."
Something's missing. Stealing the girls they named—would that really hurt Kim Seongchan that bad?
It'd sting, sure.
But he'd bounce back quick. Cock's the crown, after all. There are way too many girls who lose their minds over any guy with one.
Like Choi Yeji here, panting as she fishes out my dick and starts jerking it off.
"Hah, hah, hah."
"Your hand game's kinda weak. Not much experience with real dick, huh?"
"...It's my first time with one this big."
Choi Yeji swallows hard, fiddling with my cock. Jo Haseul can't peel her eyes off it either, staring at my upright shaft like it's a wonder of the world.
"Your body's so perfect, even down there? So, unnie—what do you think?"
"Wh-what?"
Choi Yeji freezes, tongue halfway out like she was about to lick me, and shoots back.
"His dick size, duh. You fucked that Solaris guy, right?"
"Uh... it was way smaller than this."
Choi Yeji spreads her fingers, holds them to her belly to gauge how far that guy's went, then lines it up against mine. Gulps again.
Hm...
Fucking tiny.
Not even half. Anyway, I've got more to discuss with Choi Yeji, so I point at my dick and glance at Jo Haseul. She gets the hint and starts sucking me off.
"Ah, aaah..."
Choi Yeji pouts like a kid who lost her toy, watching.
From this angle, she doesn't look like an idol—just another dick-crazed slut.
"So, Choi Yeji."
"Y-yes?"
"Who are the girls already in Kim Seongchan's pocket?"
"Uh... the ones I mentioned earlier..."
I knead her tits while memorizing the names pouring from her mouth. Seems like he pockets girls on their level. Which makes me wonder.
Girls Minute got invited to the year-end music festival—they're a successful rookie girl group. Their leader should be trophy material at that level. Hell, pocket-worthy.
"Fine, whatever with them. But why'd you get tossed aside—not even trophy status?"
What?
Choi Yeji blushes crimson and drops her head. Jo Haseul answers, slurping away at my cock.
"Our unnie cheated with another group member."
"..."
"Looks all prim and proper, right? Nah. She's a total guy-chaser. Can't sleep without a dildo."
"J-Jo Haseul! You can't just blab that!"
"..."
What a mess.
* * *
"Nngh..."
I cum hard and pull out. Choi Yeji's waist buckles; she'd been holding her ass up like a yoga pose.
"Hahk, hahk... hahk..."
"Round two?"
"Uh, uhhh..."
Terror flickers in her eyes as she stares at me. I figured a guy-chaser like her would milk me dry like some succubus, but nope. She can barely swivel her hips—that's it. Just loves sex but sucks at technique.
"Nah, forget it. Just clean me up with your mouth?"
"Y-yes..."
So I make her lick me off and call it. Jo Haseul, my first of the pair, passed out earlier and still hasn't woken.
"I'll send the track through your manager. I'll settle the bill on my way out, so rest up and head home when she wakes."
"Th-thank you..."
Choi Yeji bows her head at my words.
I only meant to pump Solaris for info, but ended up deliciously devouring two Girls Minute members. They offered—why say no?
"Um, composer-nim."
"Yeah?"
"C-can I see you again? I'll clear my schedule anytime!"
"Give me your number. No heads-up calls."
"Y-yes..."
I draw a line, and she pouts disappointingly. But that's the end of the line for these two. They don't measure up to my standards for the inner circle. No real reason to partner up either.
I've got Oh Minseo. Choi Nahee.
Han Jiyeong, whose number I just got. Spending wild nights with her beats fucking these two by a mile. She's the one who first taught me what it feels like to get drained dry in this world.
Still, I'll write them a proper track.
B-grade should do.
With my rep as a male composer on top, it'll chart decently. If not, that's on them.
I wrap up the short, steamy meeting and head to the company. Cha Serin's loaned sports car handles like a dream.
Lily's name, though. Didn't see that coming.
Foxy's Lily. Real name Choi Yesol. Busan girl, main vocal. Known for solid technique and wide range—best vocalist in the group. But her image shifted to dual-top after Ria's solo. Anyway, Solaris's Kim Seongchan, the creep who groped Kim Nayun—he's got a crush on our Foxy's Lily.
[He said he approached me 'cause my name's like Lily's.]
Choi Yeji's words mid-fuck. And not just once—she said he brought it up multiple times.
"What a psycho."
This world's full of weirdos. Perfect—now I can really gut that bastard. I've got plenty to do with Foxy girls anyway. But first...
"Luna Bee's Park Yuseol? First I've heard of her."
Time to hit his known girls. No clue how bad it'll hurt him, but it'll piss him off. That's enough.
* * *
"Fuck..."
Solaris's Kim Seongchan. Third-year idol, fresh off a scolding from the agency over the music festival fiasco.
"What I did was a solid favor. And they bitch over this?"
Wasn't even worth the heat. Male idols flirting and fucking girls is standard fare. Problem? Clashing with Han Jimin in the process. Everyone saw it—rumors are everywhere.
Bad luck.
Clashes between guys mid-flirt are rare. Just avoid the ones glued together like couples. Hell, male idols even have a group chat cycling connections: "Don't touch if someone's really into her."
Don't cross the line, you're good.
But who knew that Shine Candy bitch was that guy's girl?
Genius singer-songwriter Han Jimin. VIP treatment at the big four agency BOZ, monster who charts every self-written track in the top 10. Agency was hustling for his songs. Post-festival? They cut all contact. Stonewalling.
All the blame lands on him. Even teammates griping: "Why'd you touch Kim Nayun and fuck this up?"
"Fucking pisses me off. They brought it up too—why just me?"
Suddenly the booze tastes like shit. Best cure? Fuck a girl. No schedule anyway.
Who's free...
Scrolling his phone for girls, Kim Seongchan freezes.
"...Huh?"
Foxy's Lily—secretly favorited. Her messenger pic changed. Used to be with Foxy members; now there's one more. A stupidly handsome guy. Han Jimin.
"..."
A bad feeling hits. Like any guy, seeing a male near his crush stirs ugly thoughts.
"Producing Foxy now?"
He mutters like it's obvious. Jimin crushed Shine Candy's digital and mini-albums. Producing BOZ's flagship Foxy? Makes sense.
But him and Lily—too close.
Status message seals it.
"...Jimin oppa?"
Kim Seongchan scowls at his screen. Won't call me oppa after three years? That shady heart emoji floats mockingly. Lips tremble.
He bolts up, paces the room. Downs a shot—irritation lingers. Glances back. Foxy members beaming with Jimin above the status. Lily too.
"Fucking bullshit..."
He grits his teeth. Rage and jealousy churning his guts. Grips the phone hard—screen bends but holds. Not like him, smashing steel beams. Can't even crack this.
"Fuck it."
Tosses it on the table instead. Slumps on the sofa, sighs deep.
Yeah, Foxy's prepping a new album. Jimin's BOZ producer. Working together? Normal.
"Wish I could compose too."
Then it'd be him there, not Jimin. Tried learning once to catch Lily's eye. Gave up quick.
He drowns his woes in booze, grabs the phone. Girl trouble? Girl solution. Luna Bee's Park Yuseol—cute bob, recent project. Normally picks up instantly. Not today. No answer till voicemail.
"Fuck, busy?"
Luna Bee had no schedule... End of year, maybe. Tries the next girl. Same. Then the next. And next...
"What the hell?"
Even Girls Minute's Choi Yeji—no one picks up.