A Dream That Won't Come True
"…Sigh."
Lily fidgeted with the ends of her hair, tense as she waited for Jimin.
She'd only said she was meeting Producer-nim for a variety show shoot, but the relentless barrage from her unnies—half-joking, half-serious—had left her mind in a total fog. She'd originally planned to lie and say she was meeting a different friend, but Ria-unnie had spilled everything after hearing the intel from somewhere, ruining any chance of that.
"…Still, thanks to unnies, my makeup turned out great."
She pulled out a mirror to check her face. It was a far cry from her usual practice-room self. After one last check, she lifted her head—and light gasps from all around drew her gaze naturally toward the source.
"…Wow."
Even with his face half-hidden by a cap, Jimin's undeniable aura captured every eye in the vicinity.
"……."
Why was this happening? She'd seen him plenty of times before—was it because of her unnies? Her heart pounded twice as fast as usual.
"Wait long?"
"N-no…."
"Sorry I'm late. Traffic was brutal. Shall we go?"
His apologetic gesture sent her heart fluttering. No wonder adults called handsome men little demons.
And so began their date-slash-variety-show chat. She'd been the one bold enough to suggest meeting up, but Jimin led every conversation. His gentle tone alone was enough to scatter her thoughts.
It's all because of unnies.
Especially the leader-unnie's smirking face kept flashing in her mind. Was that why even meeting Producer-nim's eyes felt weirdly embarrassing?
Watching Lily like that, Jimin smiled to himself inwardly.
Affection level 81. Higher than I thought.
Was it because of that? Lily was so tense she could barely keep it together. This wasn't their first or second time alone, and they'd shared plenty of intense skinship, yet every time she looked at him, she fidgeted awkwardly with her hair like a flustered mess.
What the hell did they do to her?
Ria had slyly hinted she'd egged Lily on, but he had no idea what that meant. He'd thought he'd colored her just enough in his shade, but suddenly she was all pure and innocent. Was she planning to confess today? They'd already gone way past that with the skinship, though.
Or maybe not? Women are different?
Anyway, it wasn't until after food and coffee that her words started flowing, and when he casually steered the topic to baseball, she finally snapped back to the usual Lily.
"So you're still practicing two-seamers with Rozelaine?"
"Huh? Yeah."
He practiced two-seamers at the training field even without cameras around. To earn IP, he needed rare achievements, and those demanded skills beyond the ordinary—practice was non-negotiable.
"Gotta test it in real games, but Coach says the ball looks solid."
Actually, it was damn solid. He'd thrown it to the team's legend hitters a few times, and none could touch it. With lefty break plus sink, each pitch was like a blank test sheet for batters—no clues. He'd gotten plenty of "The ball's fucking nasty" reactions. High praise from pitchers.
"Whoa! Four-seam, two-seam, splitter… that'd be hell for hitters."
True to her goddess-of-baseball rep, she knew exactly how terrifying those three pitches were. On top of that, he could throw pinpoint control that wrecked batters' timing. Pitching talent made it come easy. Rozelaine was thrilled—getting schooled by him on grips. They'd even chat pitching mid-sex sometimes. Though he'd grab her waist and shut her up when she tried dodging by turning away.
"Add a pro-level slider or curve, and it'd be perfect."
"At that point, forget KBO—MLB time."
"Oh, right…!"
Lily's eyes turned to him, full of questions from all the Minionz rumors. Sadly, he couldn't spill the full truth yet.
"…You really joining Minionz?"
"Nah. They did reach out, true. But that's it."
"Huh…? No pro ball?"
"Perfect Man ratings are over 40% now—think the lead actor's dipping out?"
"…Yeah, no way."
"Plus I'm swamped with your album."
"Wait, weren't the tracks finalized?"
Her eyes went wide like a startled bunny—classic group worry.
"They are. But I'm tweaking for that extra punch. You know this album's gotta hit domestic and overseas fans."
"Ah…."
She stared at him for a long moment before murmuring softly.
"Baseball practice, drama, songwriting… must be tough."
Her gaze made his chest tighten. Anyone could see she was head over heels. The look of someone in love shone plain on her face.
"It's fun, though. Especially the songs—you girls are singing them."
"…We'll practice super hard."
"Don't forget to treat me when you blow up."
"O-of course! Anything you wanna eat, just say! I'll buy it all!"
Lily puffed out her chest, vowing boldly.
"Yeah?"
He flashed her a sly smile. He had something in mind anyway. Leaning in to whisper it, her face flushed beet red. No verbal reply, but the way she didn't loosen her grip on his hand said she'd go along with it.
The moment they entered the suite, their lips crashed together—no telling who started it. With experience under her belt, Lily eagerly sucked on his tongue while her kneading hands stripped his clothes.
"Mmph, mph…!"
She shed her own layer by layer until she was in nothing but underwear, then climbed onto the bed.
Blushing, she pressed her thighs together and covered her breasts with her hands.
"This is weird… It's not my first time stripping in front of Producer-nim, so why so embarrassing today?"
She fanned herself like it was hot—the sight only made his cock throb harder. What an idol move; her natural seductiveness fired like a passive skill.
"Wanna check how much you've practiced?"
"Ah, uh…."
He presented his raging hard-on, and Lily crept closer, tapping the tip lightly with her fingertips. Like with Ria or Nayun, women seemed fascinated by precum oozing from the slit—like their own wetness. She'd even tongue the urethra before to gauge his reactions.
This time too.
"Haa…."
Sweeping her silky hair behind her ear, she swallowed his cock skillfully. Her tongue poked at sensitive spots, testing his responses.
Before their skinship, Lily—Choi Yesol—had technique at a measly 12% against a seasoned pro. Now? Easily 50%.
"Hoo, mm."
Her eager sucking while checking his reactions was worlds from the shy girl who'd squirmed in embarrassment just weeks ago. Then again, in the old world an alpha male like him was god-tier here in this reversed one. Even Seo Juah, Minionz Group's third-gen chaebol elite, fell hard after a few romps. Unlike others, push too hard and she'd bounce—had to manage her affection carefully till it stuck.
"Slurp… mmph. H-how is it?"
"Feels good."
"Ah… phew, good."
Relieved, she gripped his shaft—and on impulse, he slid deep into her mouth. She flashed surprise but quickly opened wide, relaxing her throat.
"Might get rough—cool?"
She nodded eagerly. He grabbed her head and thrust wildly, venting his pent-up lust.
"Glurgle! Gulp! Gk! Glurgle!"
Fierce irrumatio. Sadly, no throat-clench like Nayun or Nahee. Her twitching body showed she was struggling just to endure. Tiny mouth or iron will were musts for that advanced move.
"Cough, cough. Koff…."
Pulling out, she hacked roughly. He waited for her breath to steady, then slowly heated her body. Like with Juah, he lapped her skin diligently before teasing her clit.
"Haak… ah… aaah!"
Her tidy pussy slickened, juices trickling. Normally he'd stop here, but today he planned to go all the way, so he kept stimulating.
"Ah! S-strange… so weird…! Haaang! Aaaang!"
Braced for it, Lily clutched his head and bucked her hips wildly. Unlike usual, she knew he'd finish today.
He rubbed his cock along her soaked slit, then mounted her, gazing down.
"Can I put it in?"
"…Yes."
"Not forcing it for my sake?"
"N-no! I… I like it too. I'm not… that easy."
With her okay, she wrapped around him shyly. He hugged her tight and eased in slow.
Body burning hot, maybe? First time, but not too painful…
"Augh……."
Nope. Tears welled in her eyes—she was hurting. He paused, letting her adjust.
"Urgh…!"
But she snapped her hips, taking him deep.
"You okay?"
"M-more… deeper. Quick…!"
At her sudden plea, he hilted. She grimaced, a choked gasp escaping. After a bit, her neck flushed red, she pulled him tight again.
"N-now it's fine. Sorry… if I were used to it, you could've enjoyed more…."
"Huh?"
No clue where she heard that nonsense—virgin innocence blinding her.
Showing superiority over experienced girls is fun… but dyeing a pure white canvas to my tastes? Way more satisfying for a guy.