The Genius Rides on Skills
"Haa..."
On her way to the company, Kim Nayun felt like last night had been a dream. [Ahh! Ah! O-Oppa...! Oppa!] She'd clung to Jimin oppa all night, calling his name. She'd inhaled his scent, devoured his lips, locked eyes with him, and taken his cock deep into every part of her body. It had been exhausting, but her immense love for him had carried her through.
Especially... 'My jaw's gonna fall off.' She hadn't expected a man's dick to be that big. And since this might be a once-in-a-lifetime chance, she'd pushed herself to milk every drop from Jimin oppa. Thanks to that, her inner thighs burned with a sharp ache even as she waddled along.
"Um, miss..."
The B.O.Z building, swarmed by obsessive fans. The security guard mistook her staggering approach for a sasaeng fan and approached—only to recognize Nayun's face, jump in shock, and back off.
"You scared me!"
Her face beamed with a smile like she'd just locked in her debut, despite clearly being in discomfort.
Beep! She swiped her card and headed straight to Practice Room 4.
The dingiest spot in the company, tucked in the farthest corner. Compared to the gleaming exterior, its outdated facilities made it the domain of the weakest trainees. Shine Candy belonged to Practice Room 4. It said everything about their prospects with the company.
'At least we haven't been disbanded. Ugh!' She shook off the gloomy thought, shoving her bag into the locker like trash. Then she opened the practice room door.
"You're here?"
In the empty room, one girl leaned against the wall, fiddling with her phone. Yunji, her same-age friend of twenty. One of Shine Candy's members—sub-vocal and visual. But she wasn't standout enough among all the stars to land any variety shows. The key role of drawing fans alongside the main vocal? She hadn't delivered.
But then, Nayun had no room to talk. 'I was Shine Candy's main vocal...'
And they'd bombed spectacularly—which meant her skills weren't up to par. Sure, the weird song played a part, but coldly speaking, she wasn't that great a singer.
"Where's Jiyeon unnie?"
"She's skipping today, probably."
Yunji shrugged. Nayun checked the group chat right away.
Sent at 5 a.m. Looked like she'd pulled an all-nighter on online games. A regular trainee would've gotten reamed for it... but Shine Candy was practically abandoned by the company, so who cared? They didn't even have a manager. Skipping practice? No one would notice.
'Not the first or second time, either.' Nayun couldn't fathom why Shine Candy still existed. All because of the president, apparently...
"So, who'd you meet?"
Yunji's casual toss snapped her out of it.
"Me? W-Who? Who would I meet?"
"Don't play dumb. Your clothes look like you put in effort. Hold on."
"Huh?"
"You met someone yesterday and came straight to work? What? A guy? Did you sleep together?"
She tossed her phone aside, turning with rising excitement. Nayun struggled to fend her off. Yunji demanded the truth, tickling her armpits—dodging made her sore thighs rub, nearly killing her.
After bickering and some self-directed practice, they grabbed lunch, chatted endlessly, and suddenly it was nearing 4 p.m.
"We played too much. Time to practice."
"Practice what? What's there even to practice?"
"Pretty Girl."
"...Urp."
Yunji mimed vomiting at their debut track.
"Let's just cover popular songs lately. Uploading to YouTube would get way more views."
"Honestly, I agree."
"We probably can't make a comeback anyway, right?"
"......"
Nayun sighed deeply at Yunji's dejected tone. Hope had died long ago; she'd clung to faint "what ifs." But everyone had hit their limit. Losing one of the four members had hurt bad.
'No wonder even Jiyeon unnie's skipping.' Back in trainee days, she was the practice bug, practically living at the company. Even after Shine Candy flopped, she'd rallied them with cheers. But the endless company neglect broke her. Last year? She dipped into online games and now skipped blatantly two or three times a week.
That was when it rang. Ding. Her phone, tossed in the corner, buzzed with a message.
'Mom?'
Nayun checked—and her eyes went wide.
It was Han Jimin.
* * *
He'd stuck to Nayun like glue until dawn, then headed home and straight to his composition room. He loved her devotion—and he needed to clear the IP Shop quest, so he got to work.
"This is harder than I thought."
With skill help, he'd made a few tracks, but none broke past B-grade.
Evaluation: C
"...Tch. What's the issue?"
He even recreated hit songs he knew—domestic trends and global smashes. He only knew the melodies, but skills made them close enough.
Evaluation: B-
Not great. Even chart-toppers for weeks?
'Why?'
After pondering, he got it. Fanbases differed. Here, young male fans for girl groups were way rarer than his old world. Plus, Shine Candy couldn't pull off those performances.
"In other words, Nayun can't handle these tracks."
Even if it bent toward home, facts were facts. He aimed simpler: cut high notes, punchy beats. He dissected other girl group songs here, borrowed rhythms, tweaked for teen energy—bouncy, trendy.
"Not bad?"
Like assembling a model, he mixed sources. Tough, but time, skills, and Shining Talent (S) made it work.
"Totally different track."
Arpeggio synths, rhythmic kicks hooked instantly. Then the bright vocals kicked in. A satisfied smile bloomed. This was good.
'Evaluation...?' He felt hopeful. At least B.
Evaluation: A-
"Yes!" A- guaranteed success domestically. Enough variables, but it'd brand Shine Candy for fans.
"Might as well do lyrics too."
All related skills S+ made lyrics flow easy. Concept: bubbly girls. Capturing lively middle/high schoolers. Beat fit the sluggish vibe anyway.
"Guide recording too?"
He checked skills. S-grade singing—max EX, but solid. Listened to Shine Candy's digital track for their vibe.
"Hmm..."
Shockingly awful. Hard to listen, voices a jumbled mess—no personality, no harmony. Who produced this? Woman, probably. He isolated voices, noted traits.
Tough, but Nayun's was easy. They'd talked tons yesterday, and all-night sex let him map her voice's feel.
Guide wasn't a skill flex—just vibe and flow. After an hour of vocals, he ditched gear. Another message popped.
Evaluation: A
"Nice."
He fist-pumped. Games auto-completed tracks easy, but hands-on felt earned—pride beyond compare.
Track done, he grabbed his phone to send to Nayun. New unread messages piled up since morning. He blocked all but his type of cuties.
The upstairs milf messaged too. Tons. He got her desperation—proper dick was addictive. She'd spammed yesterday; he'd ignored for Nayun time. Early morning check-in, then every two hours. Teasing skin-baring pics as bonus. Pilates body fresh from workout.
"Tch..."
Hours after pounding Nayun, his cock twitched.
He fired the track to Nayun, summoned Hye-ryeong. Door rang instantly—like she'd waited.
"Whoa?!"
He dragged her to the bedroom on entry. She startled at his aggression, then smirked lewdly, groping his cock.
"Ahhng...!"
Soaked already—pussy dripping from the call.
"Noona, I'm in a rush—spread those legs."
"Y-Yeah!"
No foreplay—he slammed in hard. For his pleasure, he ravaged her cunt roughly. Her tight squeeze was divine. Her huge tits jiggled, pleasing his eyes.
Plap! Thwack!
"Ha, haa! Ah! Baby! More! More...!"
Four orgasms for her later, he rose.
"Ah, ahh..."
Eyes half-rolled. Inexperienced milf—high libido, low resistance. One climax wrecked her.
"Ahng!"
He smacked her ass as she sprawled, puking milky cum. Eyes half-lidded, she waddled over, sucking his cock.
"Slurp. Suck."
Primal now, he enjoyed her mouth while checking his phone.
"...What?"
Nearly ten missed calls from Nayun.