Skill-Powered Genius: Song Saved on Phone
On Phone
He'd spent nearly eight hours in the composition room crafting music. Even though the skill had forced him into a state of hyper-focus, it was still just him alone in that empty, lonely space. So when he opened his eyes and saw Kim Nayun right there, she felt incredibly welcoming.
Looking at her again, she was truly stunning. Her face alone outshone Jeong Hye-ryeong's. Though when it came to her figure, Hye-ryeong had her beat by a mile.
Tsk.
Those full breasts flowing into an S-curve, down to those firm hips. Thinking of Hye-ryeong, that succubus who'd sucked him dry, made his cock twitch back to life.
His gaze shifted to Kim Nayun.
"Nayun-ah. Come sit by me for a sec?"
His same-age peer, who wore her crush on him like a badge. At his suggestion, she let out a little hic of surprise, jumping slightly before approaching cautiously. She was gauging his mood.
There's no need for that—I'm not the original owner of this body...
He yanked her waist toward him like she was his girlfriend. A faint shampoo scent wafted from her swaying hair.
She's completely frozen.
He'd anticipated some reaction, but she was stiff as a board. Putting himself in her shoes, it made sense—if an insanely pretty group member suddenly pulled you into a hug, he'd react the same.
She's so innocent. But hasn't she trained as a trainee at an entertainment company and even debuted?
He'd heard the industry was a jungle, though he wasn't sure. You'd think she'd be used to romantic entanglements, if not full-on sex. But apparently not. He couldn't even imagine how much she liked this body. Just drop a hint about a motel, and she'd follow in a heartbeat.
Ah, that's not the point right now.
First, he needed to play her the song he'd made in the composition room. To unlock the IP Shop, he had to get Shine Candy active again somehow. It might not change much just playing her his track... but he planned to try everything before the quest fully failed.
The IP Shop was that damn important and useful.
"Y-yeah..."
Infusing his grip on her waist with lewd intent, a soft sound escaped her lips. Her sides were slim yet toned—like abs honed from dancing. He considered slipping his hand in but saved it for later fun and pulled out his phone instead.
Where is it... ah, here.
He found his original composition easily. Untitled (Shine Candy). It had autosaved that way—fitting, since he'd made it for them.
Pressed tight against him by force, Nayun stared wide-eyed at his phone screen.
"What's this?"
"A song I made."
"O-oppa made it?"
Blinking repeatedly, she rummaged through her memories. Years ago, Han Jimin had been a trainee living off his looks. His singing and dancing were average. Yet his face alone drew attention from BOZ's president, execs, and team leads. There was open talk he'd be the next big male idol post-debut.
"I practiced composing a bit while chilling at home."
"Ah..."
But she'd thought he'd quit entertainment entirely after burning out. Guess not.
"But why's our team's name..."
More shocking was that he'd composed a full track. Even if it was the guy she liked, Jimin gave up easily when things got tough.
Did someone else make it? Or is it a prank?
Blinking through possibilities, she met his eyes and ducked her head. That dazzling face made her instinctively avert her gaze. It was murder on the heart. But that glow made anything forgivable.
Even if it's a prank, I don't care. Hell, I love it—he thought of me.
Shine Candy was beyond failed—unrecyclable trash. For Jimin-oppa to remember and care about them moved her deeply.
"I made it for Shine Candy."
"Ah...!"
Her pupils turned to hearts at his words. She'd never dreamed he'd say that. If he were really hers, she'd plant a sloppy kiss on him, tongue and all.
Just give the word, and I'd pounce right here...
Resisting the urge to ruin the pink-tinted mood, she held back.
"Wanna hear it?"
"Y-yes!"
So even if the song sucked, she wouldn't be disappointed.
The song flows out.
Kim Nayun, who'd been sneaking glances at his face—more interested in him than the rice—starts focusing as the music plays. Her dazed eyes sharpen, and she listens intently, face serious.
Idols gonna idol.
She taps her fingers on the table, riding the rhythm. A B-rank track from the composition room—his first ever, but thanks to his skills, it turned out pretty solid. From his experience playing entertainment management games, B-rank was chart-worthy domestically. Top 10 needed A- or better.
While she savored it with ears wide open, he eyed her up. Failed idol or not, her features screamed girl group: flashy and pretty.
He glanced at her face. Eyes and ears glued to the phone. Careful not to break her focus, he toyed with her hair—rippling down to her chest—then slid his hand under her right breast, lifting it like a bra.
The thin bra fabric sent his pent-up excitement surging.
As he played cautiously, the song ended.
"Hoo-ah!"
So absorbed, she gasped in a deep breath. Then turned to him.
"Oppa..."
Her face brimmed with emotion.
"What'd you think? Decent?"
"Y-yes! Way better than our company's composers!"
"Yeah?"
She seemed genuine—and she was right. B-rank was solid chart material.
"Yes!"
She nodded eagerly, like a meerkat. Adorably so. He pressed the hand on her breast firmer, groping lightly—enough for her to feel it.
"...Ah?"
Confirming his hand, she flinched. But no sign of rejecting it. Just ducked her head, embarrassed.
"Still needs tweaks. Lyrics aren't done."
"Y-yeah... Eut... "
Mid-sentence, he slipped deep under her knit. Unhooked her bra naturally, groping bare skin openly.
"O-oppa... Ah, hng... "
Teasing her tiny nipple with fingers, thin moans leaked from her.
He kept kneading as he talked.
"Made it thinking of Shine Candy."
"Hng, yeah... Ah...!"
"But can we really use this track?"
"Uh..."
Savoring his touch, she furrowed her brow with a groan.
"Not easy... but not impossible."
"Think there's a shot?"
"The song's that good. Getting a hit is like reaching for stars."
She mumbled they'd gone two years without one.
"If I say I got it myself, maybe the team lead'll bite?"
Then she rambled: choreography? Who was Ria Sun choreo noona handling? Pulled out her phone—about to call someone.
To interrupt, he gripped her breast hard.
"Ha-eut?!"
"Hold up, Nayun-ah."
B-rank. Good song, top 100 potential. But could it revive Shine Candy?
Not easy.
If they had recognition, sure—fans would stream. But Shine Candy? Starting from zero. Or minus, post-flop debut.
He needed better. At least A-rank for safety.
I can improve it.
Back to the composition room. Stuff in original-world trends, plagiarize hits. Skills would elevate it.
"O-oppa... "
Too hard? She winced in pain.
"Hurt?"
"N-no. If it's oppa... didn't hurt much... "
"Anyway, hold off on calls. Not finished, and I wanna refine it more."
"Ah..."
She nodded understandingly, though her eyes flicked to his phone—regretful. But no time for songs now.
He glanced outside. Sun setting, bar filling with drinkers—loud noise outside. Perfect cover for moans.
"Nayun-ah, arms up."
"...Arms up?"
She tilted her head, raising both arms. Cat face, dog obedience.
Arms up...
"O-oppa?!"
He hiked up her knit, burying his face between her disheveled bra. Sucking her nipple hard amid her panicked voice.
"Hnnng...!"
Mm. Delicious.
"Hng...!"
The moment Han Jimin latched onto her nipple, Kim Nayun shuddered in ecstasy. Her fantasy was reality.
Just the day before yesterday, chased out of practice by Foxy girls...
Recalling the blatant disdain still bummed her out. But it led to this luck—no regrets.
"Hng...! Eut!"
His hot tongue tormented her sensitive spot. Ragged breaths heated her up; hidden teeth chipped at her repressed lust.
"T-tasty?"
"Yeah."
Her slip got a reply.
"...Ah!"
His voice made her buck. Wetness below—panties soaked.
Then his hand dove into her pants.
"Ah, aa...!"
Instinctively, she grabbed it. Too embarrassing to show her arousal.
But he was relentless. Firm fingers shoved her panties aside, teasing her hypersensitive mound.
"Hng...?! Eut! Aaa...!"
Each brush felt like she was in heat, juices gushing.
She pulled him atop her, hugging tight. Dying of shame, yet craving more. No—craving his hard cock piercing her.
"Super turned on, huh?"
"B-because it's oppa. But out-outside... won't they hear?"
"Why? Don't like?"
"Nng."
After a pause, she shook her head. Risky, but bar noise would mask it. And this chance might not return.
"It's been ages, right?"
"...Yeah. Three years."
"Three?"
"Yeah. That first time with oppa was the last."
She answered, and he went quiet. Fuckbuddies? More like casual friend-with-benefits—they'd texted sporadically.
Anyway, from now on, Kim Nayun is...
Truly his. So smitten, he'd fuck her brains out in return. Even after making Shine Candy top-tier.
"Hng!"
He freed his cock, rubbing her flood-soaked pussy. She parted her legs slyly amid her moans.
So he covered her mouth and thrust in deep.
"Heuk...!"
Long time no sex? She arched like a bow, bucking wildly. Felt amazing, apparently.