Chapter 1378

<Episode 1378> 1378. Spirit’s Atlantis

The Povitz performance began.

The stage atmosphere was dark but dazzling due to the lighting. While Pink Love’s stage was sexy yet decadent and heavy, Povitz’s felt lighter overall. Pink Love gave off an overwhelming vibe aimed at the audience, whereas Povitz focused attention on the members themselves.

A low, sticky intro played, though it wasn’t unpleasant. The music barely stood out as it was just an intro after all.

The name of this new song? Spotlight. True to its title, the ceiling lights moved around, shining individually on each Povitz member standing on stage.

Their costumes were black dresses—ones that evoked fallen fairies. Despite less skin exposure than expected, they strangely accentuated their figures in a way that captivated the eye.

“Hmph. It’s fortunate Etuwal somewhat listened to the Lilith Entertainment staff. We almost ended up with the worst outfits in history.”

At least, unlike during “Date,” they avoided having fairy wings attached to the back of the costumes.

The Povitz members started singing and dancing earnestly.

♪Spotlight!

Look at me! Look at me who wants you!♬

♪Spotlight!

I want you so intensely!♬

Povitz’s song stuck in your head. Its addictiveness was no less—and possibly even greater—than their debut track, “Date.”

“It’s not just mindless sex appeal. There’s charisma here. Should I call it girl crush vibes?”

Sexy concepts can be double-edged swords. If it leans too far into being overly sexual, it risks crossing into lewd territory.

“There’s absolutely no vulgarity in Povitz’s performance right now. They’re artists! Dominating the stage through sheer performance!”

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from them. Even just watching left me overwhelmed.

“…They’re incredible. This is on another level compared to practice. Pink Love doesn’t even come close…”

Samarah’s admiration reached my ears, but I didn’t respond. I wanted to focus entirely on them on stage. Plus, saying Povitz trashing Pink Love felt like such an obvious statement it wasn’t worth replying to.

The Povitz performance concluded. Reflexively, I checked their popularity.

「Povitz Popularity: 14,881,726」

「Povitz Ranking: 2nd place.」

Second place.

A spot originally held by Pink Love now belonged to Povitz.

I smirked slightly.

“Samarah, next stage is in an hour, right?”

“Exactly 1 hour and 22 minutes until the final stage. Since this week’s Music Kingdom #1 is Povitz’s ‘Date,’ anyway.”

“Have the main PD handle stage checks. Report back to the company and manage the audience members who are Povitz fans.”

I practically handed over everything to Samarah, who nodded without complaint.

“Yes, understood.”

The Povitz members entered the waiting room.

Having grown accustomed to performing several times, they relaxed by drinking water or eating snacks from the table while shedding some of the excitement from the stage. Still, remnants of that energy lingered.

“Producer, how was our stage?”

Miling ran toward me with a smile. Instinctively, I hugged her before realizing she was drenched in sweat.

“What’s going on? Why are you soaked? Was the stage that tough?”

“The choreography for Spotlight is much harder compared to Date. Plus, there’s more tension between practice and live performances…”


“Guess it’s different turf?”

Elena, lounging on the couch, grumbled as she pulled out a wine glass from subspace.

“This outfit’s the issue too. Looks decent but… is it the material? No ventilation at all. Doesn’t matter how fit you are, sweating’s inevitable.”

Elena swiftly sipped her wine. A mischievous grin tugged at one corner of her mouth.

“Aah, too hot! Can’t take it!”

Miling, who was clinging to me, shouted. She promptly discarded her costume, standing there in just her underwear with a cheeky smile. Her tail and fox ears perked up as she cheered. My throat went dry.

“Miling, this is the waiting room. We shouldn’t…”

“It’s fine, I’ve set up a barrier with magic. Nobody can enter without my permission. Even if they do… well, Elena’s here, isn’t she? Stop making excuses.”

Miling’s hand pointed suggestively at my groin, which had risen since embracing her earlier. It couldn’t be helped—lately, we’d been too busy for much intimacy.

“Yuria-sshi, plenty of time till the next stage, right?”

“Yes, about an hour.”

“So, an hour of free playtime then. This annoying thing has got to go too.”

Miling stripped off her remaining clothes, raising both arms in triumph. Her voluptuous breasts jiggled, her armpits smooth and pristine. Her hairless crotch revealed a pink, puckered slit that looked almost adorable.

“Tsk. Horny fox. Too obvious.”

Elena clicked her tongue. Miling paid her no mind.

“Yep, yep! Horny fox here!”

Miling reached for me. Her pale, delicate hands undressed me, and I reluctantly let her have her way.

Just one hour.

One hour of playtime. Nothing hard about that. Stress management for our idols is part of my job as their manager.

“Producer-sama, I’m hot too… can I take mine off?”

“For an hour, do as you wish.”

“Then…”

Yuria unhesitatingly shed her costume, removing her underwear just as freely until she stood completely bare. Her body remained as immaculate as ever.

Her silver pubic hair was neatly trimmed into a heart shape, following my previous order perfectly.

Yuria approached from behind.

Miling in front, Yuria behind.

Trapped between them, their soft hands, ample bosoms, and sweet scents drove me wild. My erection leaked pre-cum uncontrollably.

Clunk.

Elena placed her wine glass on the table and stood up abruptly. Aware of any potential gazes, she blushed while stripping down, revealing her figure calmly.

Her bust was full but proportionally slim. Out of uniform, Elena was stunning.

Her vagina was bare like Miling’s. While Miling’s labia were slightly plumper, Elena’s had a sharper edge. Miling’s clitoris appeared larger.

“Elena-sshi, will you join us?”

“…Idol life’s stress isn’t just yours.”

“Just admit you want to… anyway, Producer-sama’s tool can handle three easily. Let’s split it into 20-minute sessions each, assuming Seohyun does nothing.”

All eyes turned to Joo Seohyun, who flinched and took a step back unknowingly.

“Seohyun-sshi, not joining?”

“I’m good…”

Before Joo Seohyun could finish, I interjected.

“Seohyun, everyone’s doing it. We’re Poets, a team.”

“…Fine, I’ll do it.”

Joo Seohyun clicked her tongue in response. As she undressed, her already erect nipples swayed. The thick black bush between her legs looked wild. She had the most pubic hair among the members.

The naked beauties surrounded me.

“Chomp, chomp… chomp…”

Yuria kissed my neck from behind. Elena and Joo Seohyun each latched onto my nipples.


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