Harmony in Song - 2
The song Yukiko chose was by a solo singer who'd been popular even before the war. The war had naturally impacted the music industry too. For years during the conflict, singers' activities plummeted, and male idols weren't debuting—they were just struggling to survive. As a result, idols and singers who already had strong female fanbases absorbed the support from women who'd loved male artists, skyrocketing to fame. The owner of the song Yukiko sang was one such artist. Her clear voice, emotional ballads, and stunning looks were more than enough to capture those fans.
But watching Yukiko stand quietly and sing, I couldn't stop thinking she was far more beautiful than that singer, no matter how I looked at it. I usually locked eyes with Yukiko, so seeing her face turned elsewhere felt fresh. She wasn't even a step away, yet as she sang, she seemed impossibly distant. We were just sitting while she stood, but that slight height difference made her feel like she was on stage.
Mikoto and Karin must have felt the same—they were too entranced to pick the next song, just blankly savoring Yukiko's performance. When the song ended and the instrumental faded, leaving a lingering echo, Mikoto finally handed the karaoke remote to Karin with careful hesitation.
"Wow, Yukiko. You sing amazingly."
Karin didn't even take the remote, clapping enthusiastically as she praised her.
"Are you satisfied, Master?"
Yukiko sat back down and looked at me. Returning to her familiar demeanor eased my breath a little.
"Yeah. You're incredible. You could be a professional singer, you know."
"It's embarrassing, but I only learned singing as a quick skill. I can't compare to a real singer in true talent. Our breathing techniques alone would differ."
Yukiko humbly bowed her head.
"Still, it was a accomplishment I picked up to please you, Master. If it brought you joy, then it served its purpose perfectly, and I feel deeply fulfilled."
The dim, unchanging lights made it hard to spot at first, but I could sense it. Yukiko was smiling, ever so faintly.
"Ugh, this one? Or maybe this?"
Karin was still grumbling as she scrolled for the next song. Even when she finally picked one and the intro started, she didn't look thrilled. It was an old hit by a male idol group that had been huge in Korea, though it was fading even from my memory now.
"Whoa, I didn't even know they still had this..."
"I heard it when I was a kid! One of my friends back then was a huge fan of the group... Oh, it's starting!"
It was a lively, powerful track. Karin started off shy, but once it kicked in, she belted it out with full passion. Singing a love song from a guy's perspective, she almost looked like a pretty boy at a glance. Of course, her full, straining breasts and unexpectedly feminine hips made that illusion vanish—she was unmistakably all woman. She didn't sing as flawlessly as Yukiko, but she was surprisingly good.
I would've done anything to avoid singing right after Yukiko. Just belting out her own song so boldly showed real guts.
As the song wrapped up, Mikoto laughed and complimented her. I'd been worried about Karin's emotional swings, but seeing her loosen up around Mikoto was a relief.
"Karin, you sing great too! I'm getting kinda nervous now!"
"Psh, it's nothing big!"
Karin grinned sheepishly. The moment the song ended, Mikoto dashed up eagerly. It was an upbeat, anime-style bouncy number that screamed cuteness. I didn't usually like this kind of thing, but Mikoto in her adorable dress, dancing and singing—it had its own charm.
"Um, isn't that a bit... sexy?"
Karin whispered, pressing close to me cautiously. She was right—the dance had more power than her cute outfit suggested, making it a little erotic. Her heavy breasts swayed heavily side to side (physics being what they were), but the skirt was too short for those hip-popping moves. Every thrust flashed her panties into view. Pink suited her perfectly.
To top it off, Yukiko had slipped into Mikoto's spot and was now slyly caressing between my legs.
"Your hands are too modest, Master. With women on both sides, shouldn't you at least put your arms around our shoulders... or touch our thighs?"
Awkwardly, I raised my arms and draped them over Yukiko and Karin's shoulders. They nestled into me naturally, so it wasn't uncomfortable. Mikoto's dancing grew a tad stiff. I gave an embarrassed smile and refocused on her. Yukiko didn't back down, guiding my hand to riskier spots, but my eyes stayed on Mikoto.
"Mi-Mikoto. That was great."
Honestly, the singing was average, but her cute voice and moves were captivating.
"Yeah, super cute."
I beckoned Mikoto over and pulled her onto my lap. Her petite frame didn't block the view much. I gently pressed my somewhat aroused cock against her.
Yukiko fetched drinks and snacks from the room's corner, setting them on the table without even going to the kitchen. Her room-service prowess left me stunned.
"How'd you know we'd come here and prep all this?"
"Rooms are maintained on the premise that you could visit anytime after cleaning. I didn't expect it'd be used this soon, but panicking wouldn't do. It'd defeat the purpose of cleaning."
I wasn't the only one amazed by Yukiko's calm efficiency—Karin and Mikoto eyed her oddly while munching snacks. She poured me a drink, then handed over the remote.
"So, what song will you sing, Master?"
"Uh... huh?"
It'd been ages since I'd done karaoke. The songs I listened to lately were either instrumental or tough foreign tracks I couldn't follow. Back when I loaded MP3s for outings, I'd loop the same stuff, but now it was just random "song compilations" on video sites. Nothing I could sing along to from memory.
I racked my brain for childhood favorites, but even titles escaped me.
"If you're not in the mood, just enjoying our performances should suffice, no? Relaxing back like that wouldn't be bad at all."
"What? We came to karaoke together, and you're just gonna sit there doing nothing? Like some sack of rice? No way!"
Yukiko reached for the remote, but Karin snatched it and shoved it back at me.
"Take your time picking—it's fine!"
She beamed as she passed it over. Scratching my head, I gripped it with the hand around her. Scrolling the popular list, it was all unfamiliar tracks. In the end, I picked an old rap I'd liked—moody, from my student days.
When the beat dropped, embarrassment hit. Was I killing Mikoto's good vibe? Self-doubt crept in; I didn't like my old self, so old songs reminding me of it sucked too.
Still, the lyrics flowed smoothly—it was a fave back then, no off-beats. Or so I thought, until I flubbed a line. I'd messed up around here every time before. I barely finished and glanced around awkwardly.
"Whoa, that voice..."
Karin smacked my shoulder excitedly.
"First time hearing it?"
"First time hearing you sing! Glad we came. That emotional tone? Loved it!"
No way was I a good singer. Mikoto raved too, so I turned to Yukiko last.
"Did I sing well? Objectively, no, right?"
"You are far too self-critical, Master. Even famed courtesans spared no effort, knowing they couldn't sully your ears."
No boredom or discomfort from my singing—good. Karin jumped in.
"Seriously, Seongha, your song was fine! Technique-wise lacking, but full of soul!"
"That's sincere. Ah, I, Yukiko, thought my love for you unmatched anyone else's."
Her lips curved slightly upward.
"But seeing Karin say that earnestly... it shakes my confidence. I've heard love puts rose-tinted glasses on you, but..."
"I-it's a compliment, right? Right?!"
Karin clung to my arm, shaking it. Mikoto on my lap jiggled along.
"Hey, quit shaking!"
My tension-shrunk erection was swelling under Mikoto's perfect pressure. Amid the chaos, Yukiko had grabbed the remote and queued another song. The three of us zoned out again, lost in her voice.