Chapter 47
“I guess stretching really does work.”
The remark slipped out while I was recording Seong Se-ri, and I flinched before I could stop myself.
Kim Gi-bok really had no suspicions at all.
He was focused on Seong Se-ri in the recording booth, clicking and fiddling with the equipment as he spoke.
And yet I was the only one feeling guilty.
“It’s not an easy stretch, so it takes a lot out of you.”
“You’re really working hard, Team Leader. But I can definitely see the results.”
You could say I was working hard.
But I wondered if I had any right to hear that after having sex in his studio.
“Let’s do it one more time.”
“Sure.”
Se-ri was so full of energy while recording her solo part that you’d never guess she’d spent eleven hours working herself to the bone.
With my cum in her mouth twice, too.
And even now, with cum in her womb, she was recording with such skill that she didn’t look like a woman who’d just been fucked.
“I’m next for my solo part, right?”
While Seong Se-ri was recording her solo part,
the other three were taking a break and drinking some water.
Lee Da-young asked.
“Yeah. You are.”
“Then I want a stretch, too.”
Seong Se-ri hadn’t told the others,
but there was no way the girls, who lived together at the dorm every day, didn’t know what kind of stretching she’d gotten.
“Let’s go. To the Room of Truth.”
What the hell is the Room of Truth?
“Seems like a good idea. Stretching definitely seems to work. Team Leader, let’s keep going just a little longer.”
Coming from someone who looked like she could keel over and die at any moment,
that made even someone like me, who didn’t have much of a conscience, feel a little guilty.
“All right. Let’s go.”
When I took Da-young to the room where I’d just had sex with Seong Se-ri, she immediately started sniffing around.
“I knew it. So when did sex become stretching? And there are still traces of your cum and unnie’s juices on the floor.”
“So, are you not going to do it?”
I asked just in case.
“It’s not that. I’ve been using up my stamina for too long, so my willpower’s weak in all sorts of ways right now. That’s exactly when I need my Master’s stinging punishment.”
“Then politely suck my dick. Quit pretending you’re tough.”
“Yes, Master……”
The word ‘Master’ flipped Da-young’s lewd switch all the way on, and without even being told,
she deliberately put herself through the pain and effort, sucking my dick all the way down to the back of her throat.
“Grrlurp. Gulp.”
In some ways, she was like Hee-ju.
In other ways, she was different.
Just sucking my dick like this was enough to make Da-young’s panties soak through with her lewd juices in no time.
The difference between her and Eun Hee-ju was that
Hee-ju leaked because she loved having sex with me so much,
while Da-young enjoyed the pain of my dick hitting the back of her throat.
‘I made her this way, but she’s definitely turned into a masochist.’
Now, Da-young needed me to be rough with her like this to feel like she was really having sex and relieve her stress.
It hurt and felt awful,
but somehow, she’d come to enjoy that feeling.
“Grrlurp. Gulp. Master, there’s so much cum. Slurp. It feels like my mouth and even my stomach are going to get burned. Suck.”
After swallowing every last drop, Da-young, now used to it, lifted one leg and puckered her pussy.
Her butt was especially red compared to the other girls’.
Smack—!
That was because Da-young especially loved being spanked during sex.
“Haaaah! Hng! More. Spank me more, Master. Hic. It feels so good. Haaaaah.”
“You’ve gotten good at not swearing lately.”
“How could I swear when you’re beating obedience into me like this? Haaah. I might explode from stress if you stopped having sex with me, though.”
That was a threat.
Anyone could see it was a threat.
[So, who’s the master now?]
I ignored Nobel and filled Da-young with my cum, too.
“Haaaaaah!”
After taking my cum in her womb, Da-young let out a long moan with a refreshed expression,
then carefully straightened her clothes, still looking thoroughly satisfied.
Seeing that, I smacked her butt and said,
“If you don’t do your recording properly, I won’t have sex with you.”
“I understand, Master. I just have to do my best, right? I always do my best, no matter what.”
Da-young grumbled like a tsundere as she left, then went right into the recording booth and put on her headset.
“Da-young’s good, too. In that short time, she seems to have recovered as if she’d only just arrived today.”
“Yes. I suppose she has.”
“On the other hand, you seem a little worn out, Team Leader.”
“The stretching is pretty strenuous.”
As I answered, I looked at Gil Min-seo, who was next in line.
“Hehe.”
She gave me a shy smile as soon as our eyes met, but Min-seo had already taken my hand and placed it against her pussy.
I was sure that when I first met her at the tteokbokki shop, she’d been pure—
the very embodiment of purity and happiness.
“Heeet! Hng! Haaah. Ah, Team Leader’s di…ck is so long. Hic. It won’t come out at all. Haaaaah. Hic!”
Now she’d become a lewd girl who was happiest when she was being pierced by a dick.
“Haaaah! Hic! I’m cumming. I’m cumming. Haaaah. All the exhaustion from recording is disappearing, and I’m cumming, too. Haaaah!”
We’d done it so many times by now that the lewd smell never disappeared from the room next to the studio.
“Sniff, sniff. Team Leader’s scent. It’s soaked into my whole body. I can’t help being happy.”
If we hadn’t been recording, Gil Min-seo might have wanted to get even more of my scent on her, letting my cum get all over her hair and face.
“Gulp!”
Finally, right in front of me, Gil Min-seo adorably showed me the cum in her mouth, then swallowed it all.
“Next up, Gil Min-seo! Let’s keep today’s recording lively! Come on in whenever you’re ready. Let’s do this!”
Yeah.
We’d better keep going.
Then, as if it were only natural, I looked at Eun Hee-ju, who was last.
“If you’re tired, I don’t mind skipping my turn. If you tell me to, I can keep recording like this.”
“……”
I knew she would.
If I told her to, Hee-ju would do it even without the Blessing of Sex.
Even if it meant burning through her life force, she’d get it done.
She’d been like that from the very first day of lessons, too.
For her, ‘good enough’ meant doing enough that she wouldn’t be ashamed to face me.
“The way you put it, it sounds like you don’t want to, Hee-ju. You don’t like stretching with me?”
“……!”
I hit her with an unexpected curveball,
and Hee-ju’s eyes went wide.
“I-I absolutely do.”
Kim Gi-bok, who was recording, was surprised by the sight,
and so were the unnis around us, including Gil Min-seo in the booth.
“As expected, Hee-ju’s one weakness.”
“Her only controller.”
I found Hee-ju’s reaction cute and endearing, too, so I took her hand and said,
“Just follow me. I’m doing this because I want to. Do I look like the kind of person who gets dragged around by you girls? I only let you have your way because I like it.”
“Yes. I know. Because it’s you, Team Leader.”
It felt like an incredibly moving moment,
“Hnnngh. Hngh. Team Leader, you’re all the way inside me. Haaah. Hnng.”
but quite apart from that, what we were doing was downright beastly.
With the scent of women lingering thickly in the unventilated room, I was ravishing yet another young woman.
An idol who’d only just come of age was holding a man’s dick in her mouth, moaning lewdly as if she didn’t want to let go.
“Haaah! Hic!”
“Ugh!”
I came in Hee-ju’s pussy, which always gripped me so deliciously, no matter when I thrust into it.
“Haa. Haa. Haa.”
Maybe the power of the gods really was something else.
Or maybe it was just normal for the girls’ energy to surge after sex now.
“All right, we’ll start recording Hee-ju’s solo part last.”
“Yes.”
It had taken two days to compose the song and write the lyrics.
And it took a total of fifteen hours to record it perfectly.
Despite the fifteen-hour marathon, the girls never once looked tired during their breaks, and we managed to make a song together.
“I don’t think this needs any extra sound effects or echo. It’s a song made with nothing but genuine skill and hard work, something you rarely see these days. It might have a slightly analog feel, but I don’t think that’s a bad thing.”
He was right.
I’d told Da-young this before, but these days, as long as you could sing even a little,
you could make almost anything sound decent with autotune, sound effects,
and the mixing done at the end.
Even if you hit a wrong note, you could force it back into tune.
But we were different.
From beginning to end, we’d recorded everything by redoing every mistake with our unprocessed voices.
Some people might’ve called it a foolish thing to do, something people only did in the early 2000s, but…
“I can’t wait to hear you perform live. And I’m just grateful to the girls for working this hard.”
This time, I was especially grateful to Da-young and Hee-ju.
Neither of them showed it,
but at first, they hadn’t known the first thing about singing.
Now, they’d become confident singers who could go busking on the street out of nowhere and draw at least a hundred people.
-♪♬♪♬
Listening to the finished recording over and over made me want to dance along with it.
Maybe the girls who’d recorded it felt the same way,
because even Hee-ju, who rarely showed her feelings, started swaying her shoulders a little and rested her head against my shoulder.
Thump. Thump. Thump—.
“We should hurry and find a choreography director and a music video director.”
“I want to see the Always girls dancing to this song as soon as possible, too.”
“You can look forward to it. It’s going to be a hit.”
Watching the sun rise in the distance, it felt like we were wrapping up on a heartwarming note.
“You worked hard, too, Composer. This album will probably be a mini-album rather than a full album, so you’ll have to come up with three or four more songs. Since you finished the first one so quickly, you should get some rest.”
“Ah. About that…”
“Yes? Yes.”
My eyes happened to land on the empty energy drink cans piled in the corner.
They’d already been ridiculous when I visited yesterday,
but there were even more now.
Kim Gi-bok really looked like he was on the verge of death, as if the slightest breeze could knock him over.
“Watching the girls record nonstop with their unbelievable stamina, inspiration for the second song has already started swirling around in my head. Looking at the Always girls, I think I could make at least eight songs. Enough for a full album.”
“Composer?”
“I’ve already turned on my computer and set out some sheet music, because I want to start working as soon as you leave.”
“Um, excuse me? You should rest for now…”
“No, I’m fine. Even if I lie down like this, I won’t be able to sleep. I’ll wake up in the middle of the night because I’ll want to make songs in my dreams.”
“C-Composer!! You’re really going to die at this rate!”
Could one of the reasons we succeeded really be this man’s death?
A composer who made a name for himself underground.
He found the light at the end, burned up his life to leave behind a song for the mainstream, and then passed away.
Would that be the headline or something?
“Ah. Honestly, I do feel like I’m going to die. It’s a little shameless of me to ask, but before you go, could I get some of that stretching from you, Team Leader?”
His completely unexpected request made me gasp,
and all the girls who’d been about to leave behind me looked back and forth between Kim Gi-bok and me.
“Oh my.”
“Eek.”
“Hmm.”
“No.”
I gave each of the girls a light bonk on the head, then said,
“I’m sorry. That’s a women-only stretch.”
“Ah.”
At that moment, Kim Gi-bok, who’d reached the very limits of his endurance, fell forward and mumbled,
“That’s a shame.”
Thud—.
Even as he collapsed, like he was leaving behind a dying message, he showed us the title of the sheet music he’d been holding just moments ago.
[Endless]
[Without end.]
It was a title that looked weighty at a glance.
At this rate, wouldn’t we end up with five debut title tracks?
That would be insane, even by industry standards.
“Let’s go for now. Let the composer get some proper sleep.”
“Okay!”
“And I’ll find a choreography director myself. You girls keep practicing as usual for now, and keep listening to the song so you can perform it at any moment.”
“Oh, right, Team Leader.”
Da-young climbed into the Carnival and asked me in a serious voice,
“I can handle the song, honestly. But please go easy on the choreography. I’m not confident about dancing. I’m still the only one who keeps getting scolded at dance lessons.”
I nodded.
“Of course. The song is this demanding already. Do you think I’d hire someone who’d make the choreography demanding, too? Don’t worry. I promised you, didn’t I? The dancing won’t be that intense. I do have a conscience.”
“Phew. What a relief.”
It wasn’t only Da-young who sighed in relief. Se-ri nodded, too.
“If we debut successfully, who knows how many stages we’ll have to perform on? We’d be in trouble if the choreography were too intense.”
After returning to the dorm, I asked Nobel,
“It doesn’t have to be someone in Korea. Find me someone famous for creating the most intense choreography in the world.”
[Huh?]