Hierarchy Set: Ria's Variety Show Gig
The Foxy members' eyes widen in shock as they stare at their leader upon hearing about her variety show appearance. "Our unnie's getting married?!" "What? You're going before me?!"
Even though filming wouldn't start until April even if they began preparations now, the news that her appearance was already confirmed has everyone beaming with joy. With their new album dropping alongside their leader's variety show stint, it would give their promotions a massive boost.
"Wh-why of all things? I-I can't do it!"
Ria balks at the mention of a marriage variety show, her eyes bulging. And who could blame her? She's Han Jimin's woman. There's no way she could film a marriage show with some other guy.
But the manager, who had anticipated her refusal, grins slyly and pulls out his hidden ace.
"Your partner's our producer."
"...Producer?"
"Wh-what?!"
"Han Jimin Producer?!"
The card hits perfectly, forcing Ria to immediately backtrack on her words.
"Now, this can't leak, so keep your mouths shut, everyone."
The members nod solemnly at the manager's warning. At the same time, Ria glances sideways. Sure enough, Lily is watching her intently. The earlier excitement fizzles out awkwardly. She'll need to have a serious talk with her soon.
Just as a brief commotion stirs in the Foxy waiting room, in Practice Room 4 at the company, Shine Candy's leader Nayun leans against the wall, staring at her phone screen.
It's a photo she took of Jimin sleeping back when she stayed over at his place.
"There you are?"
Nayun slowly lifts her head at the sudden voice. Normally she'd cry "Oppa!" and rush over, but today her expression is stiff and frozen.
Her eyes have lost their focus.
I figured as much. She was the first person who came to mind upon hearing about the marriage variety show with Ria.
And rightly so—Nayun's love and obsession for me are beyond imagination. That's why I'd even considered filming Newlyweds from Today with her and Ria.
But I chose Lee Seoyeon over Kim Nayun. KBC wanted to capitalize on the halo effect from her hit drama The Perfect Man, so it worked out fine.
Ria was picked for her album activities and popularity boost. As a result, Nayun—who already had affection at 100—got pushed back.
Which makes me feel even worse.
Her eyes look at me with a mix of forced cheer and profound emptiness.
"You heard, huh?"
I approach her side, speaking as gently as possible.
"...Yeah."
"That's why the long face?"
At my words, Kim Nayun rolls her eyes, her rigid face shifting slightly. But the anger and hurt bubbling deep inside don't fade.
I grab her subtly trembling hand firmly.
"Foxy's album drops in March. Showing up on variety in April will keep the momentum going. You know actress Lee Seoyeon, right? The Perfect Man. It's on KBC, so they want to ride that wave."
Nayun's shoulders twitch. Hurt and jealousy flicker across her face before she bites her lip hard and bows her head.
"B-but... I wanted to... marry you first, Oppa."
"It's just a show, anyway."
"You don't get it... How much I think about you... I'm always pushed aside..."
"Haven't I been good to you lately?"
"...Yeah. That's why I hate you more."
Her whining tugs at my heartstrings, so I rest a hand on her shoulder.
"It's okay. That doesn't mean I'm tossing you away."
"...But flowers wilt without water."
"I'll water you now and then."
"Liar."
Her gaze stabs like thorns. But she quickly drops her head again, wary of upsetting me.
"I promise. Later, we'll do a variety show or drama together, just us."
"......"
Kim Nayun lets out a sound that's half sigh, half laugh, staring blankly at the floor before cracking a smile. But it feels even more forlorn.
So I lay out the plan I've been mulling over.
"The marriage variety starts in April, so I'll be on it fixed for two or three months."
"......"
"Around May, I'll register my marriage with Ria. You join us then too, Nayun."
"...Huh?!"
Her head snaps up at my words. Emotions surge like waves in her eyes.
"R-really? For real...? Really?"
Her voice quakes fiercely. In this world of skewed gender ratios—where harems are law and polygamy encouraged—marriage registration means everything to a woman. I know that well, so no joking around.
"Didn't we talk about it at my place before?"
"We did, but..."
She lowers her head shyly, her fingertips trembling. She's that shocked. Her face mixes shock, surprise, and joy.
"I know how much my Nayun loves me. Time to repay that."
"...I didn't do it expecting repayment."
"No. I'm sorry I haven't paid proper attention. But with Foxy and all, I couldn't this time."
"It's fine."
The hurt fades quickly from her eyes.
"As long as I can marry you, Oppa... everything's fine."
Her voice chokes up as she tugs my arm gently. No trace of her earlier sulking remains.
Affection at 100, but she's a walking emotional powder keg.
She's improved, though—back then she'd have thrown a full tantrum.
"Hee... hihi..."
Just the words "marriage registration" melt her face into gooey bliss.
"So Ria unnie's the first wife... and I'm second?"
"Already decided?"
"Yeah. Foxy's way more popular than Shine Candy. Though it depends on your love... But it's fine. Just being your wife makes me happy."
Lucky break? I worried their personalities might clash, but after one solid "education" session before, the hierarchy seems set.
Just moments ago she was trembling with anxiety and hurt; now she's all smiles, wrapping around my arm and pressing close.
"Oppa..."
"What?"
"I-I'm suddenly so happy I can't sit still."
Her adoring gaze looks up at me, body flushed with heat.
"Water your Nayun flower, please."
"...Follow me."
Back then it'd be the bathroom, but not anymore. No need for a cramped toilet when...
"Haah! Ah! Aah...! More, more! Use me however you want... however you want!"
...I have my private studio with a small bed. Meant for naps during album work, but perfect for times like this.
After watering all three of Nayun's holes, I head back to check on Foxy's practice. Recording's about to start, so daily checks are a must.
* * *
Time to get a manager. I thought we didn't need one since activities ran fine without, but that's not true. Even if I'm a guy, it looks ridiculous having director-level Oh Minseo pick me up everywhere.
Considering my packed schedule across industries, I should've had one ages ago.
Of course, no thanks to any company-recommended ones.
BOZ isn't some small fry; their staff seem competent enough.
She'll be with me long-term, so she has to be someone I can rely on indefinitely.
Plus, tight-lipped and respectful of my privacy.
Luckily, one perfect candidate for the role—who can handle my aftermath too.
"Me... as your manager?"
"Yeah."
Jeong Hye-ryeong blinks in mock surprise from my embrace. I wrap around her waist, kneading her breasts. Her sweat-slick, soft mounds yield under my fingers.
"Haa— You still don't have a manager? From the company?"
"They recommended a few, but none clicked. You know I have high standards."
"True that."
Hye-ryeong slyly strokes the bulge between my legs.
"Gotta play with this sometimes too, right?"
"Ding ding. Plus, unnie lives close. That's why I'm asking."
"...But I know nothing about managing."
"Learn as you go. You can drive, right?"
"Duh. Hng... "
I tease her stiff nipple, drawing a hot gasp from her lips.
"So you'll do it?"
"If my Jimin wants it."
"Chaeyeon unnie won't mind?"
"If she does, I'll torment her at night. Pound her from behind—she'll cry and love it."
As we flirt, Hye-ryeong crawls between my legs, unable to hold back.
"Then can I take my salary like this?"
"Heard sperm banks pay 3 million per male ejaculation these days. Stars like me get a premium—10 million a pop."
"Hugging just once every two months? Unnie would pout."
She licks my shaft with a cheeky grin. I savor her sultry look, grab her head, and slowly push into her mouth.
"Kuhp... mmph."
"Obviously. You and I go all the way, unnie."
Even through pained moans, her tongue wraps softly around me.
With new manager Jeong Hye-ryeong secured, I dive back into Foxy's album work.
But maybe because of the marriage variety with Ria? Lily's glares during practice are sharp as knives. Not saying it outright, but dare take my virginity then do a fake marriage with another woman? Try me vibes.
So after album and Foxy practice wrap, I bolt to the baseball field. Unlike the uncomfortably tense company practice rooms, the field has...
"Early again today?"
"...Not cold?"
"Athletes scared of a little chill?"
"Where's Hye-ryeong unnie?"
"Women's fashion bows to no cold."
...two busty beauties greeting me warmly.
Why different uniforms, though?
Funny thing—they're not even KBC Phoenix uniforms.
Rozelaine wears the Philadelphia Atlas summer limited jersey despite it being February, while Jeong Hye-ryeong sports a Seoul Bears uniform. Who knew? She's a Rozelaine fan.
They hit it off instantly at the training ground and became besties, sticking together. She came as my manager, but acts like she's just visiting her player friend.
As I check my pitching form and wrap practice prepping for the Bears first-team game in a few days, Hye-ryeong approaches in her winter jacket.
"Rozelaine and I planned dinner at my place tonight. You in?"
"Dinner?"
"Yeah."
Glance back—Rozelaine smirks, puckering her lips. Hye-ryeong eyes me...
"You have to come, right?"
"......Yeah."
They've clearly finished plotting without me. Tonight's gonna be a scorching, bone-melting night.