just a broke college kid

You glance over. Her lower lip is pushed out, eyes half-lidded, already restless. “We’re in a residential area. You want me to floor it and get us pulled over?”

“I want you to fuck me,” she says, blunt, voice low and spoiled. “Right now. In this car. Before the streets fill up.”

Your cock twitches hard in your jeans. She’s been like this since last night—teasing, grinding against you in the elevator of the hotel, whispering filthy things against your ear until you had to shove her off and tell her to wait. She doesn’t like waiting.

You pull into a narrow side street lined with parked cars and shuttered storefronts, the Evo’s engine settling into a low idle. The windows are tinted dark. Still, anyone walking past could glance in if they tried hard enough. Risky. Exactly how she likes it.

“Get over here,” you say.

Momo doesn’t hesitate. She climbs across the center console, knee between your legs, skirt already riding up to show the black lace of her panties. She straddles your lap facing you, the steering wheel pressing into her back. Her hands land on your chest, fingers tracing the tattoos that peek out from under your shirt collar.

“You’re so hard already,” she murmurs, grinding down against the thick ridge in your jeans. “Big fucking cock just for me. My old man with all those tattoos. Makes me wet every time I look at you.”

You grip her hips hard, fingers digging into soft skin. “Take it out.”

She does, quick and eager, popping the button and zipper, shoving your jeans and boxers down just enough. Your cock springs free—long, thick, already leaking at the tip, the veins standing out against the dark ink that runs down your lower stomach and the top of your thigh. She wraps both hands around it and strokes once, twice, watching the way it pulses.

“Fuck, Daddy… it’s always so big. I don’t know how it fits.”

“You know exactly how it fits.” You slide two fingers between her legs, push the lace aside, and find her already slick. She gasps when you push one finger inside, then a second, curling them. “Dripping for it. Bratty little cunt couldn’t wait until we got back.”

She rocks against your hand, chasing the friction. “Because you keep teasing me. Driving around in this hot car looking like that. All those tattoos. Older. Mean. I need it.”

You pull your fingers free, slick them over the head of your cock, then line up. She lifts herself, holds the base, and sinks down in one smooth, greedy motion. The stretch is immediate—tight heat swallowing every inch until she’s seated fully, her ass flush against your thighs. A broken moan spills out of her.

“Shit—so deep.” Her forehead drops to your shoulder. “You’re splitting me open.”

You don’t give her time to adjust. Hands on her hips, you lift her and drop her back down, setting a rough, shallow rhythm that makes the Evo’s suspension creak softly. The windows start to fog at the edges. Outside, a bicycle rolls past. Neither of you stops.

Momo braces on your shoulders and rides you harder, skirt bunched around her waist, panties shoved to the side. Her pussy clenches around you every time she bottoms out. “Harder. Come on, Daddy—fuck me like you mean it. We’re in public. Someone could see.”

You growl and thrust up to meet her, the wet slap of skin loud in the quiet car. “You want them to see? Want some salaryman to look in and watch you bouncing on this cock?”

“Yes,” she breathes, eyes glassy. “Let them watch your bratty girlfriend take every inch. Let them see how you own this pussy.”

You shift, angling her so you can reach deeper, one hand sliding up under her crop top to pinch a nipple. She cries out, loud, then bites it back into a whimper. The risk is real—any moment a pedestrian could pass close enough. It only makes her wetter. Slick runs down your shaft, coats your balls.

You push her off suddenly, turn her around so her back is to your chest, and pull her down again. This angle is different—deeper, the head of your cock dragging against her front wall with every bounce. She grabs the steering wheel for leverage, ass working in your lap, the blue-and-black dashboard framing the view of her arched back and the ink on your arms wrapped around her waist.

“Look at you,” you murmur against her ear, voice rough. “Taking Daddy’s cock in the middle of Tokyo like a good little slut. So tight. So fucking needy.”

“I’m not good,” she pants, pushing back harder. “I’m a brat. I do what I want. And what I want is this cock filling me up until I can’t walk straight.”

You reach around and rub tight circles over her clit while you fuck up into her. Her thighs start to shake. The car rocks subtly with every thrust. Somewhere down the street a door opens and closes. Footsteps. You don’t stop. Neither does she.

“Gonna come on it,” she gasps. “Gonna come all over Daddy’s big cock right here where anyone could see—”

Her orgasm hits hard. She clamps down, pulsing, a broken moan muffled against her own arm as she tries not to scream. You keep thrusting through it, chasing your own, the wet heat of her milking you relentlessly.

When she goes limp against you, you lift her off, spin her again so she’s facing the passenger seat on her knees, ass up, chest pressed to the leather. You climb over the console just enough, shove back into her from behind, and start pounding. The position is awkward, cramped, the roof low, but it lets you drive deep and hard. One hand fists in her hair, the other holds her hip steady.

“Take it,” you grunt. “Take every fucking inch. This is what you asked for.”

“Yes—yes, Daddy, fill me up. Cum inside. I want it dripping out of me when we drive again.”

The filthy words push you over. You bury yourself to the hilt and come hard, cock pulsing as you empty thick ropes deep into her pussy. She moans at the heat of it, pushing back to take it all. You stay locked inside her for long seconds, breathing heavy, the windows fully fogged now.

When you finally pull out, cum follows in a slow, messy trickle down her inner thighs. She stays bent over for a moment, catching her breath, then crawls back into the passenger seat with a satisfied, wicked little smile. She doesn’t bother fixing her panties or skirt properly. Just sits there, legs slightly spread, the evidence of what you just did visible if anyone looked close enough.

You tuck yourself away, wipe the fog from the windshield with your sleeve, and put the Evo back in gear. The engine rumbles to life. Morning light is stronger now. More cars on the main roads.

Momo reaches over and rests her hand on your thigh, fingers tracing a tattoo. “Drive us somewhere else,” she says, voice still rough. “I want to do it again before the city wakes up completely. Maybe with me bent over the hood this time. Or in the back seat. Or—”

You cut her a look. “Insatiable brat.”

She grins, sharp and sweet. “Your insatiable brat. And your cock is still half-hard. Don’t pretend you’re done with me.”

The blue-and-black Evo slides back onto the quiet Tokyo road, exhaust murmuring low. You can still feel the heat of her around you, still smell sex in the cabin. And she’s already shifting in her seat, restless again, ready for the next quick, risky round before the streets get too crowded to hide in.

That was probably what had him waking up almost every night. His wife always seemed to find an excuse not to have sex, and Jae was tiring of being rejected. Until he figured out what was wrong, a quick jerk would have to do, and he'd be able to fall back asleep, somewhat satisfied. He tried not to allow the thought that someone in his wife's tennis club was taking his spot in bed, but it wouldn't have surprised him all that much.

Jae closed the door behind him silently and sidled out into the hall. Everybody else would be fast asleep. His daughter Da-ah was in her junior year of college; her door was closed and 300 miles away until the summer. Jinwoo, his twenty-three-year-old son, stayed home for a while as he saved money to move out on his own. The boy slept like a rock and could be heard snoring through his half-open door.

The room before the stairs was Wonyoung's, his youngest daughter, and the bright spot in his life. Jae's dark-haired teenager took after her mother, thankfully only in her looks. She also played tennis in high school and competed at a pretty high level. Jae loved Wonyoung with all his heart and spoiled her every chance. On her eighteenth birthday a few weeks ago, he'd bought her a costly tennis racket and made her swear not to tell her mother. Wonyoung readily agreed, holding the racquet against her chest and squeezing it tight as promised.

At an age when most of her friends complained about their fathers, how strict they were, or the intolerable grounding they had to endure, Wonyoung felt completely contrary. Every minute she could, she spent with her dad. She tried to take an interest in the things he liked: cars, electronics, and such. And he did such a fantastic job being a part of her interests that many of her friends were jealous that her dad spent so much time with her.

But Jae worried about Wonyoung sometimes. His daughter was getting prettier and prettier every day, and she didn't seem to understand how that changed how men and boys looked at her. Her older sister Da-ah certainly didn't set a great example, and now some of the outfits that Da-ah brought home from college were also starting to show up in Wonyoung's repertoire.

His teenage daughter was 5'8" with black hair and big brown eyes. Tennis had slimmed her body, and her affinity for lying out in the backyard had tanned her skin wonderfully, despite his protests for her to take it easy. From all the times he'd carried her to bed at night, he knew she weighed less than 100 lbs. When he started to worry about her was a few years ago when her breasts developed. Now she was sporting a C-cup, even larger than her mother's and impossible not to notice. Since she'd begun imitating her older sister, the tight cotton tank tops and V-necks constantly reminded him that he should keep his eye on her.

Not that he minded… as Jae reached the bottom of the stairs he realized all the thoughts of his baby had made his cock grow to its full length. He needed a glass of milk, a cookie or two, and then maybe a hot shower while he took care of his not-so-little problem. He'd try his hardest not to think of Wonyoung while he stroked, but knew from experience that it wasn't such an easy feat.

They were very close, Wonyoung and her father. Though he didn't like to admit it, Wonyoung had been a source of comfort while the intimacy with his wife had been dying down. Having his beautiful daughter snuggled up to him on the couch as they watched TV or shared a long conversation about nothing during a car ride made things far easier, and he loved her for it. If only Wonyoung shared his bed every night, he'd have a perfect relationship. The thought of Wonyoung in place of his wife, making love to her…Jae shivered.

From time to time, there was tension between Jae and his teenage daughter. He prayed that Wonyoung didn't see it as sexual, but he knew better. Just last week, she had been lying with him on the couch wearing very little. He'd tried to explain to her why she shouldn't wear clothing like that, but it was more difficult to say so without telling the innocent little brunette that it was he she had to be more decent around.

Her tube socks that day, a tiny pair of cotton shorts, and a shirt that, no matter how many times he tried to fix, kept slipping down over her shoulder and dominated his thoughts as they watched TV together. The exposed skin was already too much for him, but when Wonyoung had tried to move around on the couch, she had unknowingly brushed her hand right against his crotch. It was enough to make his cock jump to attention and, terrified that his daughter would discover it, he abruptly got up and walked out of the room. Even when he returned, he had to keep his daughter at a distance, though she quickly tried to cuddle up with him without the slightest concern for how she might be affecting him.

Sometimes his affection and the resulting thoughts he had about his teenager made him feel guilty. But Jae felt turned on when a pretty cashier touched his hand as they exchanged bills, or he heard a sexy voice on the phone; he resolved to stop beating himself up over it. Occasionally, his mind was going to places he hadn't asked it to, like right now when he remembered his daughter in her bathing suit as he passed it hanging on the railing to dry. God, did she have an unbelievable body, if only he could get his hands on her… all over her… He buried the thought and reminded himself that his cock was thinking for him at the moment. He reasoned that he'd probably hump a wall in his state right then.

To Wonyoung, her father was also the best part of her day. He just understood her better than everyone else. Despite what he said, everyone in the family knew she was his favorite. He never seemed to yell at her like he did with her other two siblings. Especially Jinwoo, they sometimes got in some screaming matches that scared her.

Her dad was a big and strong man, with hair that showed just a hint of gray with his age. All her friends swooned over him. Whenever they knew her dad would be around, her friends always seemed to put extra care into their appearance. Wonyoung frequently had to endure her friends flirting with her father or bending over at the car window when he came to pick her up so he could see down their shirts.

"Hi, Mr. Jang," they'd say in a sing-songy voice. Especially Yujin! Though she was Wonyoung's best friend, Yujin always turned gaga whenever Wonyoung's father was around.

"He's hot, Wonyoung. Any one of us would love to have him all over us like he is with you. Get over it!" Yujin would say whenever Wonyoung complained.

Wonyoung didn't ever agree out loud, but there was no denying some of the things they said. Of course, she knew he was a good-looking man; she was the one who spent so much time around him. He had a broad chest, and she could feel it when she laid her hand and head against him on the couch at night. He worked out often, and she knew that because he would chase her around the house when he came home, all gross and sweaty from the gym. His handsome face did little to reveal his age: forty-three with the spirit of a younger man.

He was the only boy, well… man, who gave her attention simply because he loved her. The boys at school only came near her when they were trying to touch her butt or put their hands on her boobs. Even her male teachers would leer at her when they thought she wasn't looking. Ugh… she often came home and ran to her daddy's arms to feel something real for once.

Wonyoung was a good girl and daughter, but her friends' words sometimes made her think… Every once in a while, she noticed her dad looking at her lovingly, making her feel tingly. She didn't mind having his eyes on her, though perhaps she should have, and occasionally she sought it out by wearing things that she thought made her look sexy or even a little slutty. She hoped her father didn't think less of her for it, but sometimes she just couldn't help around him.

That night, Wonyoung had stayed up late binge-watching a TV show on her computer. Hours after everyone had gone to sleep, she was still awake. A racy scene in the show made her fingers practically guide themselves under the covers to her panties. It wasn't very graphic, but as she heard the female character panting and watched the couple having 'sex' on screen, she knew she was getting turned on.

Wonyoung had never had sex before, and she didn't think she'd know how to properly. The pretty brunette had only ever kissed a boy, and she let one other touch her breasts over her shirt. But both boys had turned into super-jerks shortly afterward, telling everyone about their accomplishments with Wonyoung and making her the talk of the rumor mill at school for a few days each time. Of course, her father had been there to make her feel better when she got home, but she'd decided to keep boys her age at a distance since then.

So as Wonyoung's fingers found her panty-line and pried underneath, she did so without much knowledge of how to make herself feel good. A couple times, when she was turned on, Wonyoung had been able to rub the outside of her pussy until she had a short but rewarding orgasm. Last week, she had done so after a long night of cuddling with her dad, and had felt guilty afterwards knowing that he had played a part in her arousal. This time, after she had tried unsuccessfully for a few minutes, Wonyoung decided to try something new.

Yujin had told her that she should try using a vegetable. Wonyoung knew that was how sex worked, but for a long time she had felt guilty even touching herself, let alone sticking one of her mom's cucumbers up there! But now she was just too horny and very curious so she decided to take a look in the fridge.

The cute brunette walked on tiptoes to her door and opened it as quietly as possible. She wore a pair of cotton underwear when she'd gone to bed, but she had pushed them off in her heated frustration. Now all she had on was a white cotton tank-top, and though she considered going back to her bed to find her panties, Wonyoung felt sure she would be alone for as long as it took to get to the kitchen and back.

So she closed the bedroom door behind her and tiptoed down the stairs toward the kitchen. Wonyoung listened closely to the quiet of the house and, hearing nothing, went as quickly as possible to the fridge. It was dark in the house, with only the light from the clock on the microwave to illuminate the nearby space. Wonyoung almost knocked a vase to the ground, but steadied it before it fell.

'Phew,' she thought, shivering with a little chill as she felt the cool night air on her naked bottom. She had been so wet that her inner thighs were damp; had thinking about her daddy made her so horny like that? Wonyoung didn't always feel guilty when her father entered her thoughts inappropriately. Occasionally, she told herself that fantasizing about him wasn't wrong; she couldn't act out her thoughts. Plus, there was no way her father would ever reciprocate, even if she wanted him to.

Her little pussy felt even colder when she bent over to look in the vegetable drawer of the fridge. From behind the tiny brunette would have looked incredible, her legs held together and bending at the waist, naked bottom and her cute, bare pussy where anyone could see.

Still groggy as he walked down the stairs, Jae rubbed his eyes and yawned. But no matter how tired he felt, Jae knew he'd have trouble sleeping until he carried out this frustrating nighttime routine. He barely opened his eyes, knowing the house backwards and forwards as he did. When he finally came to the fridge, it didn't appear odd that it was already open. He was half awake and only had one thing on his mind: to take a big swig directly from the milk carton like his wife hated. Jae simply grabbed the handle of the open fridge and swung himself around it lazily, precisely the way he scolded his son for, to get a look inside.

Wonyoung was rummaging deep in the drawer when her fingers finally found what she was looking for, it was the perfectly sized… ughhhHHH

Bent at the waist the way Wonyoung was, her tiny young pussy couldn't have been in a more perfect spot.

As her father came around with one hand on the door and the other rubbing an eye, his erection couldn't have pointed any more directly.

He hadn't seen her there… he hadn't been looking for anyone there, but as soon as Jae's feet squared off toward the open fridge, he felt her. There was no mistaking that he had just come to a halt with his cockhead securely inside a wonderfully warm and tight pussy.

"Ouuuuuuwwwahhhh…" Wonyoung whined. She couldn't make sense of what had just happened and couldn't form words to protest. One second, she was searching in the fridge, and the next, she felt very intense pressure from the very spot she had been touching minutes ago. She could feel pain there, too, and it had happened all at once.

Jae's mind was still foggy, and the sudden change in sensation to his hard member made him throb, and his mind lost its place in time. The very intimate position in which he now found himself made him assume he simply hadn't checked to see if his wife was asleep when he got out of bed, and now he was finally getting the relief she'd deprived him of.

He hadn't been inside her in far too long, and seeing that she had yet to complain about the surprise sex, he made an impulsive decision to give in to his desires. Jae reached down and wrapped his hands around her bare hips; it wasn't like her to sleep bottomless, or with the sexy little tank top she now wore, but he wasn't going to complain. With a gentle push of his hips, Jae sank further into her.

"Nooooo…owwwfuuuuck!" Wonyoung cried.

"Bab,y please…it was an accident, I promise…but we haven't had sex in weeks." Jae pleaded

Wonyoung froze, her father could feel her go stiff through his palms, which were needily feeling her hips and tiny butt. Suddenly, she realized what had happened. Her father had accidentally put his penis inside her and now he thought Wonyoung was her mother. What's worse, Wonyoung could feel that her little pussy was so wet her father had slid into it easily.

She didn't know what to say. Her father had paused after pleading to continue, and Wonyoung was speechless. When she had been quiet for a few seconds, still bent over with her hair obscuring her face from his view, Jae took her silence as enough consent for him to finish his plunge into her.

"Noooo… stoppp," Wonyoung begged. Her father only did so when he'd sunk his entire cock into his daughter's young sheath. She felt so tight bent over like that; Jae made a mental note to fuck her in this position more often.

"But honey… You feel so good… I'll be quick, I promise." Jae continued. He was nearly buried in her. Hoping to convince her to submit, Jae pushed hard against her backside and forced his head to seek just a bit deeper.

Wonyoung felt him shove further and her untouched pussy throbbed with pain and unknown feelings as a result of being stuffed full of her daddy's cock.

"Nooo daddy… it's me… oooughhhh… It's Wonyoung."

Jae had only been half listening. The broken words coming out of her mouth hadn't registered, but the unfamiliar tightness of her pussy and the smaller, more toned nature of her backside was further confusing his addled brain. Jae withdrew his cock from his daughter's tight quim and was about to penetrate her for the second time when he heard:

"No daddy, pleaaassse!" Wonyoung muttered, her voice betrayed by the feelings her father's cock was causing her. "You can't, Daddy… It's me… your daughter."

Jae heard her this time, but he couldn't have heard right. Then again, something hadn't felt quite right when he first entered her, and her skin was smoother, her body more youthful. He reached down, palming the vicinity of Wonyoung's breast and lifting her upright so he could see her face. He didn't dare remove himself from inside of her; he couldn't bring himself to do so, regardless of the truth.

He hadn't misheard her. As he lifted his teenage daughter so that her hair fell around her shoulders, he recognized her face immediately. Suddenly the fact that her pussy had felt twenty years younger and her body more lean and seductive made sense. He had, only in unspoken fantasies, imagined what it would be like to make love to his beautiful daughter. Now, in the lone light of the open refrigerator, he was mistakenly penetrating her as he'd only dreamed.

Jae had stopped pulling out of her so that his tip now pulsed with excitement just beyond her pink lips. Wonyoung could feel her daddy there, a wider part of his manhood holding her quim open to him. She prayed he would remove himself and then explain to her, as he always did, that everything would be okay.

With his hand upon Wonyoung's pert breast and his other on her naked hip, it simply wasn't an option to stop. He was already committing incest. Jae had been buried inside his little eighteen-year-old once; what difference did it make in doing so again? Holding tight to his baby girl, he buried his waiting cock in one slow but steady thrust.

"MMmmmmphh… no Daddy, no!" Wonyoung pleaded as she felt her father fucking her again. "Daddy, I'm a virgin, you have to stop…ooouuuuw!"

"Oh Wonyoung, Daddy didn't mean to… ughhh," he sighed as his pelvis once again met his daughter's petite backside, "it was an accident baby… I didn't… ughhh… see you there."

Wonyoung felt her father pull out halfway and then shove back into her as he spoke. Jae knew what he was doing was wrong, but his morals were being battled by the warm entrenchment of his rod inside Wonyoung's teen pussy.

"It's okay, Daddy… I know you didn't mean to, but you have take your penis out of me… mmmhh… before you take my virginity."

Jae looked down between them at where his cock was halfway inside Wonyoung. He could see a small amount of blood from when he'd first encountered resistance at his daughter's hymen. Her years of tennis had probably made it so her cherry wasn't entirely obstructing her entrance, but there was no doubt that when he'd first entered her, he had taken his youngest daughter's virginity.

"Honey, you aren't a virgin anymore now," he told her definitively. He let the words sink in and couldn't help himself moving as slowly and imperceptibly as possible so he could feel the walls of Wonyoung's unclaimed pussy stimulating his cock.

Wonyoung cooed, she could feel her daddy's penis still moving inside her, "Oh no Daddy… did you take my virginity, are you sure?"

"Yes, baby, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to."

The evidence of Wonyoung's virginity wasn't the only thing that Jae had noticed as he looked down at their incestuous connection. It was also hard to miss that his pretty teenager was soaking wet. Her juices had coated his rod thoroughly and were dripping down around his full balls. The realization surprised him and again he thrust upward into Wonyoung's quim in lust.

"If you're sorry dad… oooouummph… why do you keep fucking me? You're cock is too big daddy…oooooo… it hurts me"

Her father was surprised to hear Wonyoung say those dirty words, but far from chastising her. Jae was getting less and less subtle about continuing to chase the pleasure his tiny daughter's quim was giving him.

"Wonyoung, your little pussy makes my cock feel very good… ohhh… it won't hurt as much if I just fuck you a little more honey" his hips slapped against her buttocks and Wonyoung could feel her father prodding her deep enough to encounter resistance inside her.

His hands started to wander around Wonyoung's chest. The friction his fingers were causing by rubbing his fingers over her nipple with the cotton tank top between made her shiver involuntarily.

"But you can put your thing in mommy's pussy… ohhh shiiiit… You can't put it in mine. You could get me pregnant, Daddy!"

Jae stood his daughter up straight and slid his hand from her hip to the hem of her shirt. He didn't want to ignore the pleading of his baby girl; he hadn't even dreamt of deflowering her. But now that he had, Jae couldn't help himself. He could still feel his daughter's opening leaking with desire, and it gave him hope that he might win her over.

"Your mom doesn't let me anymore honey, and you are so much more beautiful than she is…" he told her truthfully, "you can only get pregnant if I cum inside you honey… ouhhhh… I promise I won't!"

Wonyoung felt him shoving his big cock into her again. She'd lost count of how many times he'd plunged into her now, but she was tingling from the inside out between that and the sweet compliment he'd paid her.

She could feel her father's hands getting bolder. One of them had found its way under her shirt and was moving its way up her flat stomach to her boobies. When he reached there, he hesitated with his thumb and forefinger, making a half-circle under her breast. As Wonyoung held her breath she felt her father move his hand so he was cupping her tit fully and testing its weight. Finally, he took her nipple between his fingers and squeezed gently; Wonyoung mewwed in response.

"Oh God, Daddy…" Wonyoung moaned as she felt her father urging his cock in and out of her.

She felt bad for him that her mother had not allowed her wonderful father any relief for many weeks. He was desperate enough to seek it from his daughter, though he may have mistakenly done so initially.

As Wonyoung's father was fucking her as gently as he could stand from behind, she could feel the shock and pain of losing her virginity to her father begin to subside just as he had promised. It was being replaced by something she had never felt before: a building pressure each time her father sank into her.

"Mnnnhhh… what if someone sees… unnnhhh…" Wonyoung complained, "you should stop now, you shouldn't fuck me anymore daddy… oooumpph…" No matter what she said, Wonyoung's pussy was drenched and her moans indicated to her father that if he continued she was going to experience her first orgasm by penetration.

His hands were roaming around, one on her tit and the other massaging the soft flesh around her hip. Her daddy was manhandling her, much different from how he usually held her as they fell asleep watching TV.

Twenty minutes ago, her father had crossed her mind more than once as she touched herself in the quiet darkness of her room. She had been thinking of him when she reached into the vegetable drawer in the fridge. She'd wondered what vegetable would be most similar to her father. Now that he was fucking her, she was pretty sure that nothing in the fridge was large enough to match him.

Wonyoung knew it was wrong; she knew she should push her father off and stop the incest they were committing right away. Why did she stay? Wonyoung wondered what her friend Yujin would say. She was always talking about how hot her daddy was and how bad she wanted him. Did Wonyoung want him too? Is that why she was starting to excitedly anticipate each time his cock would again be snugly thrust inside of her after withdrawal?

"Fuck daddy! You're cock is huge…" he was increasing the vigor of his thrusts, grasping her hip tightly and making sure he was into her before pulling back out. "Be careful dad please… unnhhhh… it hurts more when you fuck me harder!"

"Is this okay, baby?" Jae asked his daughter. He slowed down the pace but still savored the feeling of filling the tiny brunette completely again and again.

"Yes daaaad… uhhhh uhhhh… that feels much better."

He was surprised to hear his little girl finally yielding, and her wet pink pussy was still easing his repeated entry. The sounds of the house were always soothing to Jae: the drone of the fridge compressor, the click of the air conditioner turning on, or the breathing of his sleeping family. But the sounds coming from his teenage daughter were more wonderful to him than anything he'd ever heard… her labored breaths… the swishing of her tight pussy as it accepted his pistoning cock and the quiet whimpering as she felt a man's cock inside her for the first time.

Jae had been there for all of Wonyoung's firsts: her first steps, her first words, her first day at school. He'd held her when she got hurt or when she got a bad grade or whenever he felt his wife was being too harsh with his little girl. He had been there for Wonyoung's first break-up, even when she bought her first bra. Now Jae was always going to be his daughter's first time with a man, and the knowledge that he was claiming her bare, untouched pussy by reaching places with each thrust into her that no man had ever been before… the truth of it was the amazing beyond words.

For years, he'd looked on as Wonyoung became the beautiful girl she was today. In the dressing room, she'd asked how multiple bras looked when he took her to the mall to try them on. He shouldn't have been looking at his young daughter, but with her perfect globes nestled inside the supportive cups, even then, her body was a sight to behold. The thought that she would become such a gorgeous young daughter scared him… He loved her completely, beyond compare, and only dreamed that a man would be deserving enough to have her someday.

Now as he looked down, the dimples in her back where he'd pushed up her shirt and curve of her hips… he gasped… he couldn't believe he was the man fucking his daughter.

"Ohhh fuck… Daddy keep fucking me… ohgod…" she was forgetting to resist now, "you feel so good in my pussy dad."

Jae had felt so guilty when he realized for sure that it was his daughter whom he'd buried his cock into. Even more so when he discovered that he'd taken her virginity as well. But now… now that she was asking him to continue.. she wanted him to keep fucking her…

Jae established a good rhythm and could feel his little girl leaning backward to help him. In short order, he could tell that his teenage daughter was going to have an orgasm. She was breathing more heavily, crying out more needily.

"Ohh fuck… I feel strange… ouuuhhh… wai,t Daddy… hold on…"

But Jae knew what to do, and soon his little girl would be cumming on his cock just the way he wanted her to. He continued to push into her folds and prod her deep within.

"Ohh fuckkk… oh Daaad… "

Wonyoung's knees went weak. Her father supported her while continuing his unrelenting thrusts into her pussy. Her mind was suddenly white, and she felt pins and needles in all of her extremities. She howled

"Ohhhhhh Daaaaaaaaddyyyy."

It was like nothing Wonyoung had ever felt before. Her father had shoved into her and stayed there as she rode out her newly discovered orgasm. She felt so incredibly full. Her body seemed to conduct electricity through thin wires stretching from her fingers to the tips of her toes and all leading back to the apex point of pleasure behind her eyes.

Jae's cock throbbed as his little girl curled her toes against the hardwood floor and reached back clumsily for some kind of hold on him. He loved watching his daughter climax and simply savored the sight of her quaking in front of him, not to mention the way her virgin walls were clenching him as she did. Though her father's cock fit perfectly inside Wonyoung, she was even wetter than before and her juices were dripping from within her.

For the first time, Jae decided to remove himself from his daughter's drenched tunnel. She stood, but only with the support her father gave her. He turned Wonyoung towards him, her head hung low. With a finger at her chin, Jae lifted his daughter's head to look into her eyes.

She looked so pretty, a light sheen of sweat on her brow and flushed cheeks. Wonyoung kept her eyes closed for a moment, but they weren't angry when she finally opened them. They weren't hurt or sad or anything he had expected. Wonyoung had pleaded with him to stop, but as she came back to the world from an earth-shaking orgasm, Wonyoung was glad her father had kept fucking her.

She only looked a little embarrassed, like she hadn't expected to see so much pleasure from having her virginity taken by her father.

"I love you, baby," he told her.

Wonyoung looked at him closely, her big brown eyes holding his gaze for long enough that he was desperate to know what she was thinking.

"I love you, too, Dad."

He kissed her on the cheek, right next to her lips, and lingered there. Wonyoung felt him hesitate and brought her lips close enough to kiss him. Simultaneously, they closed the gap between them and brought their mouths together. Wonyoung kissed her father hungrily, thanking him for the beautiful feelings he'd shown her.

Each peck, each explorative placement of his lips on hers, Wonyoung understood why she wasn't upset with her daddy for continuing to fuck her when he did. Wonyoung's friends seemed to love her father and didn't know him half as well as she did. He was the best father a girl could have, and he was handsome to boot. So many times she had thought of him, alone in her bed at night, but she didn't ever know how he could make her feel. The tingling surface of her skin and her sensitive pussy was more than she had ever dreamt of. Now that she had the chance, why shouldn't she willingly accept her father? Nobody had to know… Wonyoung shivered at the taboo thoughts.

Their tongues darted out to meet each other. Wonyoung didn't have much experience kissing boys, but she loved kissing and making out with her dad. Jae felt like a teenager again and found his hands moving of their own volition to feel the tiny frame of the teenager in his arms. He wanted to be inside her again, but only if she chose to this time.

When her father's hands once again found her perky breasts under the shirt, Wonyoung knew he wanted her to take it off. She readily lifted her arms above her head, surprising her father with her willingness. He quickly obliged her, pulling the shirt off and revealing her young tits to him.

God, she was so gorgeous and irresistible, and her breasts were more prominent and shapelier than her mother's. Jae put his hands on her, and Wonyoung watched closely as they roamed all over her.

"You're so beautiful, Wonyoung," he told her, "and you made me feel wonderful, honey."

As Wonyoung was looking down she caught a glimpse of her father's cock again. It WAS large, and it was silvery with all the wetness she must have covered him in. It was sticking straight upward, and she could feel it bobbing against her leg at a pace that must have been his heartbeat.

"Why is it still so big, Dad?"

"Because I am so turned on looking at you. I'm thinking about making love to you, sweetheart."

Wonyoung shrugged with embarrassment. In doing so, she looked adorable, and her teardrop breasts shook with the motion of her shoulders.

"You want to fuck me again don't you daddy?"

Jae felt guilty. Hearing the naughty words from his little girl's mouth made the deed very real. Still, he shook his head, 'Yes.'

Wonyoung may have been inexperienced, but she knew how dangerous it would be for them to have sex again. In class at her high school, the book showed her how to find out when her period would come and when she was most likely to become pregnant. If she was doing it right, she was right at the best time for her daddy's sperm to find her egg and make her pregnant. And the book had also said always to use protection, like a condom or birth control, and she wasn't using either one.

"What if I just put my mouth on it?" Wonyoung suggested. She felt his penis throb perceptively when she did.

"You like that idea, don't you, Daddy?"

Wonyoung proceeded to get down on her knees and gingerly take her father's erection in her hand. She could still feel her stickiness on him, and she knew more was coming from deep within her.

Wonyoung tested the head of his cock at her lips, looking up at him with her pretty eyes and hoping she did a good job. Slowly she opened her mouth and took in the head of her cock. She sucked on it gently, not minding at all that she could taste herself on him.

The little brunette tried to emulate what her father might have felt when he had his big penis inside of her; she encircled his shaft with both hands and moved them up and down while she lapped at his tip. Her father moaned.

"Oh, honey, you're doing wonderful," he said as he tossed his head back.

Wonyoung sucked on him and tried her best to take more into her mouth. She knew that some girls could take the whole thing, but hard as Wonyoung tried she could get less than half of her father's cock in her mouth. She wondered what it would taste like if he squirted his white stuff into her mouth.

Wonyoung sucked and stroked and like an angel she praised her father with her mouth. He did his best to watch her, though she made him feel so wonderful that he could barely stand at a few points. When he did look at her, the image of her perched in front of him with his cock in her mouth and looking up at her with her soulful, innocent brown eyes…it would be burned in his mind forever. He told her that his daughter was doing a wonderful job for her first time. But hard as she tried, and beautiful as she looked kneeling, Jae had one thing on his mind.

"Baby," he beckoned her, "stand up, let me see you again."

She obeyed him, arising so that her breasts brushed against his abdomen as she did. After admiring her for a few more seconds, Jae wasted no time lifting his daughter onto the island and she knew immediately by the proximity of his cockhead to her entrance what his intentions were.

"Daddy," she warned, "I don't think you should fuck me anymore, it's too risky."

"I promise, sweetie," her father sounded desperate again. I'll be very careful. If I'm very careful, you won't get pregnant. Cross my heart."

"I don't know, Daddy," she continued to protest, "I don't think we should, it's too dangerous right now for my fertility cycle. We'd be in so much trouble!"

"I know, honey, how about I just put the tip in you for a minute?" Jae negotiated. He was already prodding his daughter's mound with his large head, and Wonyoung was beginning to wish he would press harder and keep making her feel good. For a brief moment, the thought of her father's penis shooting his warm sperm into her pussy entered Wonyoung's conflicted brain. She knew it was even more wrong than having an orgasm or sucking her daddy's cock, but what would it feel like? Wonyoung loved her father more than anybody, even her mom; what if he did get her pregnant? She was so confused and wasn't supposed to want it, but this night was unlocking feelings she'd never conceived of before.

"Okay, but only for a minute, right?" Wonyoung relented. She didn't want to sound as eager as her body felt.

Jae didn't respond with words. The waiting had nearly driven him to madness. He pushed his tip against Wonyoung's still very wet lips. They parted and allowed his head to pop into her entry. Once again Jae had the thought that he'd never feel something so good as being inside his daughter's little pussy.

"Ouuwwh, Daddy!" she cried, feeling him inside her again. Her father's tip alone felt bigger in their new position. It hurt a little, but still she watched intently as he withdrew his tip and pushed it into her again. Both gasped as he did so, listening to each other and feeling everything from their incestuous connection between them.

Jae removed and replaced his tip in his teenager's pussy enough times that she lost count. He had gone on longer than promised but wasn't done yet.

"Ohhh fuck Dad," she whimpered, "it feels terrific now!"

Wonyoung's mouth had brought him close, but Jae needed to come more than he ever had before in his life. He dared push his cock a little further into his daughter. She noticed immediately, but assumed it was only an accident.

When he did it again, Wonyoung called him out.

"…Fuuckk," she blurted, "Daddy, you promised."

"I know baby, just a little more!"

Maybe Jae had intended to keep his word, but once he felt her tiny channel more deeply wrapped around his cock, his promises began to evaporate.

He pushed into his daughter again, and then deeper, and then withdrew, and then thrust back in. In a few moments he was fucking his youngest daughter along the full length of his cock. Wonyoung, for all her protest, could not hide how much pleasure it was giving her,

"Oooohhhh Dad… mnnnh fuck… It's so big…"

She certainly didn't sound like she wanted him to stop, and Wonyoung's feet were wrapped around her father's tight core. His abs rippled as he fucked her deeply and ever so gently her heels were pulling him in. She watched in wonder as the tip of her father's penis would peek out from between her lips and then the whole thing disappear entirely into her. She couldn't believe it fit. She lost track of time, but when she looked back at Jae's face, she could see him cringing and focusing hard.

"Okay, Daddy, shouldn't you stop now?"

Instead, she felt him grab on tightly to her hips and squeeze. Wonyoung put her hands on his strong chest, not knowing whether she wanted to push him away or hold on tight. He was much too strong for her; she could do nothing but accept the deliberate thrusts of her father into her. Her hands felt his manly chest instead, the hair upon his pecs and the dampness of sweat from fucking her so well. Did he know how badly she wanted him to continue? Should she keep protesting?

As he held on tightly, Jae could feel his orgasm building. He watched the soft spot between her hips mounding as he buried his cock in her fully before removing it. Her melodic panting and moaning were beginning to be too much for him.

"I'm almost there, sweetheart."

"Alright, dad, please… ouuumphh… It's too risky!"

Wonyoung felt her father pick up speed for a few more thrusts until he squeezed her hips tight and began to tense.

Then she knew what was happening.

"Daddy, no!"

Jae went stiff as soon as he was buried in his young daughter's pussy. He gladly released a first, powerful jet of sperm into Wonyoung's womb. It immediately gave his daughter a jolt. Then another, and another; his tip painted the little girl's walls, her cervix and everywhere it could with his forbidden cum. Whether he had promised to or not, the intensity filling the beautiful teenager felt unquestionably right.

Wonyoung tried to be mad at him, but before she could scold him or yell or even try to push him off, the hot, forbidden sensation of what she knew was her father's semen made her quake from the inside out. Like before, Wonyoung's body trembled, her skin crawled and her insides squeezed more cum from her father's buried cock. It was the most wonderful feeling, and her second orgasm rocked her more powerfully than the first. It was so wrong that her daddy's cum squirting into her was making her quake with so much pleasure.

Jae shakily withdrew an inch of his embedded member from his daughter's insides and then roughly pushed it back in. His cock emitted another rope into her fertile and unprotected womb.

He had never felt so invigorated and so satisfied, and Jae was quite certain that he'd never cum so much in his life as he just had inside his daughter. Wonyoung wrapped her arms around his neck when her orgasm had struck her and was, willingly or not, still quivering as the last bit of her father's seed dribbled from his head and topped off her overfilled pussy.

His daughter held onto him, overwhelmed by the climax she hadn't expected and the incestuous load she now carried inside her. The sheer amount of it, and the feeling of her father's cum was unlike anything she'd ever felt and still his hard cock was filling her the rest of the way.

"Daddy…you promised," Wonyoung pouted as she met his eyes with hers.

"I know, baby, you were just too sexy… I had to!" Her father reasoned.

She was still mad, though his tactics to win her weren't completely lost.

"You lied to me! You said you wouldn't cum inside my pussy and then you came so much!"

Wonyoung was right; he could feel his semen all over his buried rod. He knew that if Wonyoung had been telling the truth, his little swimmers would soon make their way even deeper into his daughter, and she could conceive his child. He looked down to see it.

Jae pulled his cock, still hard, from within his daughter's sensitive hole, watching her tremble as he did so. As soon as his head was revealed, white, milky cum pushed its way around him. As he fully disengaged, his load cascaded from within her deflowered pussy.

Wonyoung's eyes went wide.

"Oh my God, Daaaad! There's sooo much!" She sounded more amazed than upset.

"Quick, daddy, get it out before I get pregnant!" Wonyoung cried, reaching down to where his cum was dripping from within her.

Jae took his daughter's hand tenderly instead, "It's too late for that, honey."

Wonyoung felt so conflicted. She was worried, but only because people like her mother and that awful teacher in her sex education class told her she should be. Yet her daddy didn't look worried at all. As he took her hand and pulled her up toward him, Wonyoung was already feeling much better. They kissed lovingly, neither fully believing the wonderful, forbidden, and life-changing thing they'd just shared.

"What should we do, Daddy?"

Jae looked down at his daughter's young and freshly-fucked opening. Seeing that his cum was about to flow onto the granite countertop, Jae made a quick decision. He'd only once accomplished it with his wife, but he thought his odds were better with a beautiful girl whom he loved far more. Could he fuck his daughter again while his defiant member bobbed, still rock hard, tantalizingly close to Wonyoung's cute little slit?

Jae dared to scoop up the stream of his cum that had leaked out with his cock head and push it back into his daughter's pussy. He was too turned on to stop fucking his beautiful little girl yet. She shrieked with sensitivity.

Usually, even the faintest touch would send a shiver up Jae's spine, and it did, but he kept fucking her. Feeling the lubrication of his fresh cum easing his path into his daughter he decided to press on.

"Ohhhhh Daddy… ohhh pleaaase… It's too sensitive… fuckkkkk!" his little girl cried.

Jae had been here before, and his desire to follow through prevailed. He cringed and he bucked, but he was determined to fuck his little Wonyoung until he was utterly spent. It was not long until he could feel his balls, unbelievably, building toward a second consecutive orgasm.

Wonyoung had been so overwhelmed by her father's actions that she hadn't the chance to look, but when she finally did she could tell that her daddy was going to cum inside her again, and so soon after he just had the first time!

"Ohhhh fuck daddy… twice?" Wonyoung was about ready to pass out. "You can't cum in my pussy again!"

He didn't answer, with a labored series of grunts and moans, Jae once more buried his cock as deep as it would go and unloaded another sizable amount of semen into his little girl. Jet after jet, he added his cum to her already charged insides. He held her tight and Wonyoung watched him intently as he came. Though he was doing exactly what he'd promised not to, seeing her father so wholly give himself into his desires, and knowing that she had been his lover through it all, warmed her more than the multiple loads of her father's seed she now held within her.

Before he allowed his whole body to go limp, Jae lifted his baby off the kitchen counter and lay down on the nearby area rug with her on top of him. He didn't pull out of her. He didn't want to ever again.

Wonyoung and her father lay in the dark for an untold time. As they drank each other in, the teen's soft breasts pressed against Jae, and he felt her breathing deeply. She seemed tinier when draped over him as she was. His baby girl… completely naked and still with his softening cock inside of her… the thought was incredible to behold.

The young brunette propped her head up on her hands, the hairs on her father's chest tickling her palms. She looked up at him. She could tell he was utterly drained, and she could feel his cum slowly making its way out of her sore pussy.

"You're bad, daddy!" Wonyoung said.

Jae opened his eyes and peered down at her. Expecting her to be upset, or sad, or something of the like, he was surprised to see a naughty grin on his pretty daughter's face. Confused, Jae furrowed his brow and replied:

"You're not mad at me?," hoping she wasn't.

"Wellllllllll…" she teased him, tilting her head and making him wait for her answer, "you did take my virginity, daddy…"

"I know, baby, I had no idea… I didn't even know it was you… I never would have…"

"Hmmmph!" Wonyoung interrupted, "You never would have? You seemed like you liked fucking me Dad…"

She was goading him now. That girl he knew was a little rambunctious, definitely with a naughty streak.

"I see the way you look at me sometimes. I'm not stupid, Daddy." He didn't know what to say to his little girl, but she was right. "I think about you sometimes, too, Dad…"

Jaee raised his eyebrows, "You do?"

"Every once in a while… when I'm in bed and can't fall asleep. My friends talk about you all the time, I can't help it!" she told him. Knowing that his daughter thought about him that way made the fact that he'd just fucked her seem a little better. "But I never thought you would put your big thing in me when I was just looking in the refrigerator, like totally out of the blue!" she exclaimed.

"I swear it was an accident, sweetheart, I didn't mean to startle you," Jae reiterated

"And what about all this cum daddy? It's dripping out 'cause you put so much in me! Was it an accident when you came in my pussy…? TWICE!?" He could tell now that she was just playing with him. She reached between them where it was seeping out of her. Jae watched, incredulous, as she took a finger and swept some of it from the stream that had made its way out from her tight little tunnel. Without hesitation, she brought it up, looked at it curiously, and then popped her finger in her mouth, tasting it and swallowing his excess semen like it was no big deal.

Jae looked at her sideways, "Okay, maybe that wasn't an accident…" he admitted, "but you don't look so upset, baby."

Wonyoung smiled, licking her lips. "…maybe because I'm not."

Her father smiled too. He slid her little body up so her lips could meet his, and they kissed. Firs,t Wonyoung just pecked at him, but shortly thereafter, they were making out again and playfully dancing their tongues about. When they broke apart, Wonyoung laid her head next to her father's.

"You know I'm not on birth control, right, Daddy?"

"Yes, I know." Jae said with an 'oops' look on his face.

Wonyoung giggled, "And you still squirted all that sperm in me, even when I told you how easily I could get pregnant?"

"Yeaaah… I did, didn't I?" Jae replied playfully.

"Hmmm…" his little girl sighed, "That would be so naughty, wouldn't it, Dad? You could have gotten me pregnant already!"

The possibility didn't scare him like he thought it would. An image of Wonyoung, his favorite daughter, with her beautiful black hair and brown eyes staring at him, the bulge of his child in her belly. She would look so lovely with that tiny body and his baby inside of her.

"We can go to the store tomorrow if you want, sweetie. We can get a pill that makes sure you don't get pregnant."

"Oh," Wonyoung said, sounding disappointed. Or…? " she asked nervously.

"Or what, honey?" Jae asked, totally confused.

"What if I don't take the pill?" Wonyoung said with an embarrassed shrug. She hoped her father wouldn't be mad at her suggestion.

Wonyoung thought he looked surprised, but then his eyes were full of love. "Well…I don't know… I mean I…" Jae stuttered, feeling smitten that his daughter would suggest something he'd only fantasized about.

Wonyoung thought it was cute that her dad was trying to pretend when she could so clearly tell that the thought appealed to him. "I guess we'd wait a little while. You'd miss your period, your belly would grow, and then we'd know you're carrying your daddy's baby."

Wonyoung's brown eyes were opened wide, waiting for him to say more. The corners of her mouth turned upward, and she looked adorably curious. Jae could hardly say no to his little girl, but this was entirely different. Thoughts were racing through his head, not least of which how wonderful it felt to have his naked little daughter draped over him as they spoke; that he'd never have another child with his wife; that he fully intended on fucking Wonyoung every chance she allowed him. If she was willing, she'd be perfectly fertile and healthy to make a baby with him.

"Do you think you might want that Wonyoung?" he paused, "I know you'd look so pretty with our baby growing in your belly."

Wonyoung giggled and bit the tip of her finger. "I think I might, Daddy, but I don't know for sure. It makes me so happy thinking about it that I'm tingling, but…" She was obviously working hard to wrap her head around it.

"You don't have to decide no,w honey, and nobody would know for a few months," Jae assured her.

Wonyoung knew that she loved her father more than life itself. For month,s she had been taking on her mother's role in his life, and she did so knowingly. He had confided in her, held her like a lover when she was down, even taken her out on dates. She was now awakened to the thought that she could truly be her daddy's forever. Her mom couldn't have her father's babies anymore, but she certainly could. Wonyoung was starting to allow the thought that she wanted to, badly.

"I graduate soon, daddy," she reasoned, "would anybody at school have to know?"

"No, sweetie. It could be our secret." He couldn't believe he was considering it.

"And then what?" Wonyoung continued.

"And then… well…" her father looked deep in thought. I don't have it all figured out yet, Wonyoung, but I'd do anything for you, no matter what."

Wonyoung felt so completely enveloped in his love that she ached for him. Her little pussy was much too sore to accept him again that night, but Wonyoung had never felt such desire for a man before then. It was as if their little accident had brought out a part of her she never knew existed, locked in tight by her virginity: the part that wanted her daddy to be her lover, to be his again and again, and to become pregnant with his child whether the world said she could or not.

"How about we talk about it more in the morning?" Jae suggested.

"Okay, daddy, but we'll have to be extra careful." Wonyoung was very surprised and felt lucky nobody had heard them making love. Most of her family were heavy sleepers, but she had certainly been making a lot of noise as her father impaled her in the kitchen. It was also funny to Wonyoung that she suggested being careful when so much good had come from her father not being careful, cumming in her vulnerable little pussy with no condom.

They kissed again. It was a long one, and different than before. They both intended to build upon an unspoken promise of more, a deeper love. Wonyoung knew she wasn't supposed to feel that way about her father, and Jae about his little girl, but neither cared. Taking their relationship to such heights had primarily been by accident. But the sexual tension between them had been broken by the forbidden seed Wonyoung carried inside her, and they kissed with an unhinged passion most could never know.

Jae picked up his daughter easily. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, and he slowly carried the cute brunette up the stairs toward her room. They could both feel his cum seeping from Wonyoung, telling definitively of their act. Their naked bodies holding each other tight and the looks they exchanged were evidence enough.

Jae gently sat his daughter on the bed, and she held on tight, not wanting him to leave her. She watched lovingly as her father pulled the covers back and slipped into bed with her.

"I love you so much, Daddy," she told him sincerely. I was nervous at first, but I don't regret anything that happened."

"I love you, too, baby, and I want you to know that I will be here to ensure everything turns out okay."

"I know you will," Wonyoung said adorably, holding her father tight as she drifted off to sleep.

Not long into her slumber, she felt her father leave quietly. Feeling hurt, she reasoned that he probably needed to return to her mother's bed so they wouldn't get found out. Still, she felt jealous, wanting him only for herself.

But the door to her room opened again, and back came her father.

He saw her eyes open and hurt. " You thought I was leaving you, didn't you, sweetie?"

"I know you need to, I just don't want to sleep without you tonight," she admitted.

"I had to clean up our little mess," he explained, holding up their discarded clothing. "…probably not a good thing for your mother to see our clothes all over the floor or how wet you made the kitchen table, right?"

Wonyoung smiled guiltily, "Definitely not! I suppose I shouldn't tell her that daddy came in my pussy without a condom on TWO times tomorrow at breakfast?"

"No, you probably shouldn't mention that," Jae laughed. He wrapped his arm around his naked daughter and pulled her tight to him. "Now get some sleep, honey."

Wonyoung cuddled up to him with the biggest smile on her face. A naughty little part of her hoped that he meant to get some sleep because she would need it. Her recently filled pussy was still recovering, but Wonyoung knew she'd want her daddy to fuck her again before too long.

Jae had fallen asleep deep in thought, planning what to do next. With his beautiful daughter nuzzled against him, he felt certain that everything would be different. They had a whole new life ahead of them.

“...it fits.”

She twirls once; the hem lifts. (You are but a man of few coherent words in the presence of this goddess of a woman and her wardrobe.)

“Does it still look okay on me?” She gives another twirl and you can’t help but smile. “I haven’t worn it in like a year.”

“Yeah,” you nod frantically.

“That’s it?”

“...yeah?”

“Yeah?” she echoes back mockingly, hand on her hip. “Hun, I put in so much effort here. Give me more than a ‘...yeah.’”

“It’s, uh…” Your brain is not helping you at all—feels like a monkey is banging cymbals inside it—and you’re trying to come up with literally any word from your suddenly limited vocabulary whenever you’re with her. “...very much a dress.”

“Wow. You sure you write?”

She shakes her head, but her mouth is doing a crooked smirk—knowing full well her effect on you. You know that smirk; she’s been doing that since you started dating, and it still—four years later—makes you fumble any thought you were about to form.

“Sit down, Kkura. Let me have a look at you properly.”

She raises an eyebrow. “You’ve been looking at me for three minutes.”

“Well—not properly enough.”

She scoffs, but she sits anyway—on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, one heel tapping the floor—and on god the dress rides up her thigh shortcircuiting your brain in ways you didn’t know was possible. You know she is doing that on purpose because Sakura does not sit like this accidentally.

“Hun.” She points at your lap. “Focus.” What was once a half-folded shirt is now a wrinkled hostage. “We are supposed to be packing.”

“I am packing.” You give a slight smirk; hoping she gets it.

“You are supposed to be packing that—” She points at the shirt which coincidentally is near your crotch—so you’re not quite sure if she’s entertaining the innuendo or not. “—not staring at me.”

“Can’t a man do both?”

“Well, you are doing neither.”

She stands up, briskly, as if to signal the end of this topic—and heads back to the closet. Hangers clack, and you watch the sway of her hips retreat further away from you. You reason with yourself that this is a productive Thursday and you are being an adult and you have exactly three hours until you should be done for dinner and the shirts must be folded.

You try re-folding the shirt.

Then she comes back out in something else.

“Hun~ What about this one?”

She is in a black lace top and jean shorts. The lace top is new. It is barely hiding anything beneath it and is small enough to be considered legally optimistic. Sakura is not a big person—this top is smaller than her.

“...Kkura.”

“For dinners out.”

“Sakura.”

“Is that a yes?”

“It is a felony.”

She grins, tits visually spilling out of the fabric; pushing against it hard enough to make the seams complain and the lace straps to almost pull apart. You have to look at the ceiling for a moment to compose yourself. The ceiling somewhat looks too bright right now; you look back down.

“You’re going to be arrested wearing that outside, Kkura.”

“By who and for what?”

“By me and I’m prepared to draft the legal paperwork.”

The room fills up with her laugh. It starts as a giggle and turns into a snort, then turns back into a giggle again because she’s laughing at her own snort.

You are simply so gone for this woman.

“Come here.”

“Hun, we have to pack—”

“Come here, sweetheart. I want to see if it comes off easily.”

“Excuse me?”

“For the trip.” You spread your arms. “What if the strap gets stuck? This is a practical concern.”

Sakura crosses her arms. Which, in that top, does not make her case for finishing the packing any easier.

“You are the worst liar in this apartment.”

“I am serious.”

“You are so serious you cannot look at my face right now.”

You drag your eyes up. She is smirking. She always wins the eye-contact challenge, and it is unfair.

“Please, honey. Purely for research purposes.”

She rolls her eyes. She walks to the bed. She stands between your knees, looks down at you with that soft, exasperated fondness she has been giving you since year one.

“Hun.”

“Yeah?”

“You have zero self-control.”

“I know.”

“Zero. Zip. Nada.”

“I am fully aware.”

“Fine.” She reaches down and—with practiced ease—pulls up the top. Lets it fall into your lap. Her tits, pink from the pressure of the top, spill out. And you have to breathe for a full second before your brain reboots.

“Christ.”

“’Christ’ is right. Focus.” She takes your face in her hands and tilts it up to her. “Was it easy to remove?”

“Extremely.”

“So was it difficult?”

“Nope.”

“Good. Next ‘research’ question.”

She goes to move away. You catch her waist.

“Sweetheart—”

“We have to pack, hun.”

“One more research question.”

She looks at you. Her eyes are already going glassy; already losing the game she is pretending to still be playing.

“...what?”

“How do these shorts come off?”

She groans but does not move an inch. Because Sakura also has zero self-control when you use that voice on her.

“Show me, hun.”

You pull her down onto the bed. She lands on top of you, laughing. You flip her under you before she can protest—half-folded shirt somewhere on the floor now, your suitcase forgotten, the trip a distant abstraction.

Your hands unbutton her shorts—slow. She lifts her hips to help; she always does. You are team, even in this.

The shorts come off. She’s naked except for her black lace panties matching the top—oh…

“Sakura.”

“Hmm?”

“You planned this, didn’t ya?”

“I did not.”

“Then why would you match it?”

“It’s aesthetic.”

You laugh into her stomach. Your lips graze the soft skin just above her waistband. She sighs above you.

“Hun.”

“Yeah?”

“Not there yet.”

“Where do you want?”

“You know where.”

You move up. Kiss her between her chest pillows. You pepper her tits with kisses, one on the left, one on the right, a few just under her nipple, and you keep doing this until you’ve covered the whole lay of the soft, pillowy land. (You have definitely mentioned a million times in your head how down bad you are for her tits, but mentioning it again for good measure is never a bad thing.)

“There. Right there, hun.”

You take one nipple in your mouth. She arches under you, hands find your hair, and she lets out an eep that gets her every time it slips.

“Hun, we only have three hours left.”

“Two, actually.”

“I hate you.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

Her hands, light as a feather, find the front of your sweatpants—molds to the shape of you slowly. You’ve been throbbing, hard as a rock, thanks to the hills demanding their presence in front of you; and your head is only filled with the hopes and promises of burrying yourself deep in that valley between her peaks.

“Hun?”

“Yeah?”

“Want to just skip the cutscene?”

“Yeah, I very much want to just skip it.”

She helps you out of your sweatpants—not a hint of sexiness in it, but indubitably efficient. Sakura has a schedule in her head, and she most definitely wants that followed (now that you think of it, was this part of that schedule?) She kisses you and hurriedly removes her panties from the equation.

She lines you up with her slender hands, gives it a gentle swipe or two, coating the tip with her sweet, sweet slick—then sinks.

Her mouth opens against your neck as she breathes out slow.

Her hips start to rock elegantly; slow at first—she likes to warm them up. Her tits, still pink and sore from the tightness of her top, are against your chest now. You can smell her scent; a mix of strawberries, musk, and citrus—a concoction meant to dismantle you on every front.

“Kkura.”

“Yeah?”

“You are the most beautiful person I have ever laid eyes on.”

“You’re just crazy for my tits, hun.”

“I’m crazy for all of you.”

She laughs—that same giggle-to-snort-to-giggle laugh—and she rides you harder because now she is actually into it.

“Hun.”

“Yeah.”

“I’m—”

“Me too.”

After a few more thrusts into her tight and cordial cunt, you spill your seed inside her and her own arousal mixes with yours. You have been doing this for a while now, and while you know how it feels, the intensity of it never seems to fade. Her cunt locks you down, and you continue to empty inside her, and she moans your name into your shoulder—chanting it until she gradually turns silent.

“Hun.”

“Yeah?”

“We still have not packed.”

“No.”

“We are absolutely terrible at this.”

“We are.”

She sits up—hair’s a mess, clothes mixed with your half-folded shirts, face still in that soft-post-fuck glow that only you get to see.

“Hun.”

“Yeah?”

“Pack me—”

“What?”

“Pack for me too. You know what fits and what I like to wear. Pack them for me, please. I’m going to take a long bath.”

“Kkura—”

“Finish up quick, and you might still be able to catch up to bath time.” She kisses your forehead, stands, and walks towards the bathroom with a gait that is exaggerated because she knows you are watching.

Your jaw drops as you continue to watch.

You will pack her—pack for her. Because you know what she likes; and because you plan to be busy unpacking her again the second she gets out of the bath.

Jake’s sister was a vision of effortless elegance. She moved through the hallways like a ghost of silk and perfume, her voice a low, melodic hum that seemed to vibrate right through Sakura's skin. But beneath that poised, feminine exterior lay a predatory hunger.

Kazuha didn't just flirt; she hunted. Every "accidental" brush of their shoulders in the kitchen, every lingering gaze that lasted a second too long, and every suggestive comment whispered when Jake was in the other room had been a calculated brick in a wall of desire Kazuha was building around Sakura.

"You look so tense, Sakura," Kazuha had whispered just a few days prior, leaning over her to reach a glass in the cupboard, her chest grazing Sakura's back. "You carry so much stress in your shoulders. You need someone who knows how to… release it."

Sakura had flushed a deep crimson, her heart hammering against her ribs. She loved Jake, but Jake was predictable. Kazuha was a mystery, a dangerous temptation that made Sakura's pussy ache with a sudden, sharp longing.

Then came the weekend. Jake’s work trip was the catalyst Kazuha had been praying for. As Jake kissed her goodbye at the door, promising to call her every night, Kazuha stood in the background, a small, knowing smirk playing on her lips. The moment the door clicked shut and the car pulled away, the atmosphere in the house shifted. The safety net was gone. It was just the two of them.

The evening had been a slow burn. They ate dinner in a silence that felt heavy, almost suffocating. Kazuha had spent the entire meal watching Sakura, her eyes tracking the movement of Sakura's lips, the way she swallowed, the way her thighs shifted under the table.

As Sakura finished her meal and began walking upstairs to her room, her mind was a whirlwind of anxiety and arousal. She hadn't had sex with Jake in over a week—the stress of the move and his hectic work schedule had left them both exhausted. She was starved for touch, her clit throbbing with a dull, insistent need.

As she reached the landing, she noticed Kazuha’s bedroom door was ajar. A sliver of warm, amber light spilled into the hallway. Curiosity, fueled by a subconscious desire to be caught, drew her closer. Sakura slowed her pace, her breath hitching as she peered through the gap.

Kazuha was standing in the center of the room, her back to the door, sliding a silk robe off her shoulders. The garment pooled at her feet, leaving her standing in nothing but a pair of sheer, lace panties. Sakura gasped silently, her eyes widening. Kazuha was breathtaking—slender waist, wide hips, and skin that looked like polished cream.

But then, Kazuha shifted, turning slightly to reach for a garment on the bed, and Sakura saw it.

Protruding from the lace of her panties was a thick, heavy bulge that defied everything Sakura knew about anatomy. As Kazuha stepped out of the underwear, the secret was fully revealed. A magnificent, thick girl cock sprang free, heavy and pulsing, hanging with a weight that seemed impossible for such an elegant woman. It was long, vein-ridged, and already semi-erect, the head a deep, flushed pink.

Sakura felt a jolt of electricity shoot straight to her core. Her pussy drenched instantly, a hot gush of lubrication soaking her panties. She stared, mesmerized, her mind racing. Wow… how is her cock that big? Jake's is half her size. The thought was scandalous, a betrayal of her boyfriend, but the visual was too potent. The contrast of Kazuha's feminine beauty and that massive, masculine organ created a cocktail of arousal that left Sakura dizzy.

She imagined those thick veins rubbing against her clit, that heavy head stretching her open. The urge to burst into the room, drop to her knees, and wrap her lips around that glistening length was almost overwhelming.

Her hand instinctively drifted down to her own crotch, rubbing her clit through her clothes. But the fear of being caught—the sheer taboo of it—won out. With a shaky breath and a racing heart, Sakura turned and practically ran back to her own room, slamming the door shut and collapsing onto her bed, her chest heaving.

Hours passed. The house grew silent, the only sound the ticking of the clock and the thumping of Sakura's own heart. She lay in the dark, tossing and turning, the image of Kazuha's cock burned into her retinas. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw it—the size, the shape, the sheer power of it. She was half-asleep, drifting in that hazy border between consciousness and dreams, when she felt the mattress dip.

The air changed. The scent of vanilla and expensive musk filled her nostrils. Sakura froze, her breath catching in her throat. Slowly, a warm body slid under the covers behind her.

Kazuha.

The heat radiating from Kazuha's body was intoxicating. She pressed herself flush against Sakura's back, spooning her with a possessive firmness. Sakura felt a shiver run down her spine as Kazuha’s breath tickled her ear.

"I know you were watching, Sakura," Kazuha whispered, her voice a sultry purr that sent a wave of heat straight to Sakura's thighs. "I saw you in the reflection of the mirror. You liked what you saw, didn't you?"

Sakura couldn't speak; she could only let out a soft, needy whimper. Kazuha didn't wait for an answer. Her hand, soft but commanding, slid upward, sliding under Sakura's pajama top. She found Sakura's breast, palming the soft mound and squeezing it firmly. Sakura arched her back, a moan escaping her lips as Kazuha’s thumb found her nipple, pinching and rolling the sensitive peak.

"You're so responsive," Kazuha murmured, her lips grazing Sakura's neck. "So hungry. Jake hasn't been taking care of you, has he? You're practically dripping for me."

The boldness of the statement broke something inside Sakura. The guilt was still there, but it was drowned out by a tidal wave of lust. She leaned back into Kazuha's embrace, her body humming with anticipation. Kazuha’s hand migrated downward, sliding past the waistband of Sakura's panties.

When Kazuha’s fingers finally made contact with Sakura's pussy, Sakura let out a loud, sharp gasp. Kazuha didn't go inside immediately; instead, she used her middle and index fingers to rub the outer lips, circling the clit with a precision that made Sakura's toes curl. The friction was perfect, the pressure exactly what she needed.

"Look at you," Kazuha whispered, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "So wet. You want it, don't you? You want to feel how much bigger I am than him."

Driven by a sudden, desperate need to feel the real thing, Sakura reached back. Her hand searched through the fabric of Kazuha's pajama pants, and her fingers closed around it.

She gasped. Even through the fabric, the cock was immense. It was hard as a rock, a thick, throbbing pillar of heat that filled her entire grip. Sakura began to jerk her, her hand sliding up and down the length with a frantic energy. She could feel the head of the cock pushing against the fabric, the sheer girth of it making her hand ache.

Kazuha let out a low, guttural groan, her hips bucking slightly against Sakura's ass. "God, you're a natural… but why settle for fabric?"

In one fluid motion, Kazuha shifted, kicking her pants off and tossing them to the floor. The sudden release allowed her cock to spring forward, slapping against Sakura's thigh. Sakura felt the heat of it, the raw, skin-on-skin contact sending a shockwave of pleasure through her. She didn't stop; she gripped the bare shaft, her palm sliding over the smooth, hot skin and the raised veins.

The cock was magnificent—longer and thicker than anything Sakura had ever experienced. She squeezed it tight, feeling the pulse of Kazuha's arousal. Sakura leaned her head back, her neck exposed, and Kazuha seized the opportunity, capturing her lips in a deep, hungry kiss.

The kiss was a clash of tongues and desperation. As they kissed, Sakura’s hand worked tirelessly, pumping Kazuha’s cock with a rhythmic intensity. She could feel the pre-cum lubricating the shaft, making the sliding motion effortless and slick.

Kazuha broke the kiss, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She shifted her position, pinning Sakura down against the mattress, her massive cock now pressed firmly between Sakura's thighs. The pressure was heavenly, the blunt head of the cock rubbing right against Sakura's soaking wet slit.

"I've been thinking about this since the moment you walked into this house," Kazuha groaned, her eyes dark with lust. "I've watched you pretend to be the good girlfriend, while I knew you were dreaming about this."

Sakura looked up at the beautiful woman above her—the elegant face, the feminine curves, and the monstrous, hard cock that was now pulsing against her. The contrast was an aphrodisiac.

"Please," Sakura whimpered, her legs falling open instinctively, offering herself up. "Please, Kazuha… I want to feel it. I want you inside me."

Kazuha smirked, a predatory glint in her eyes. She reached down, guiding the head of her cock to Sakura's entrance. The tip was so wide that it stretched Sakura's opening just by touching it.

"You're going to be so full, Sakura," Kazuha whispered. "I'm going to stretch you out until you forget Jake even exists."

Kazuha’s voice was a velvet trap, wrapping around Sakura’s senses and pulling her deeper into a whirlpool of forbidden desire. As Kazuha hovered over her, the sheer mass of that hard, pulsing cock pressing against Sakura's soaking wet folds, Sakura felt a sudden, sharp spike of panic.

"I… I can't," Sakura whimpered, her voice trembling. She tried to push against Kazuha’s shoulders, but her movements were weak, lacking any real conviction. "This is so wrong… Kazuha, please… Jake is your brother. He loves me. He can never… he can never know about this."

Kazuha didn't budge. Instead, she leaned down, her lips brushing against Sakura's ear, her breath hot and smelling of mint. "That's exactly why it feels so good, isn't it? The secret. The betrayal. The fact that while he's away working for your future, I'm here, right now, giving you exactly what you've been starving for."

Kazuha shifted her weight, rubbing the broad, blunt head of her cock in a slow, agonizing circle right against Sakura's clit. Sakura let out a strangled cry, her hips involuntarily bucking upward, seeking more of that friction. She was beyond the point of rational thought. A week of sexual frustration, combined with the psychological thrill of Kazuha's predatory elegance, had turned her into a raw nerve of need. Her pussy was weeping, the lubrication soaking into the sheets beneath her.

"You're so needy, Sakura," Kazuha purred, her hand sliding down to the waistband of Sakura's panties. "Look at how you're shaking. You're not thinking about Jake right now. You're thinking about how much you want this thick cock to stretch you open."

"No… I…" Sakura started, but the protest died in her throat as Kazuha gripped the lace of her panties and ripped them downward in one swift motion.

The cool air hit Sakura's drenched folds for only a second before the heat returned. Kazuha positioned herself, the massive head of her cock resting right at the entrance of Sakura's tight, pulsing pussy. Sakura gasped, her eyes widening as she felt the sheer girth of it. It felt like a warm iron rod, far larger than anything she had ever hosted.

"Just a little bit," Kazuha whispered, "and you'll forget everything else."

With a slow, deliberate thrust, Kazuha pushed forward. Sakura let out a high-pitched whimper, her fingers digging into the mattress. She felt her walls stretching, the skin tightening as the thick shaft forced its way past the entrance. It was an overwhelming sensation of fullness, a feeling of being completely occupied. Kazuha didn't rush; she savored every millimeter of the entry, watching Sakura's face contort in a mix of shock and intense pleasure.

As the cock slid deeper, filling her to the hilt, Sakura's head hit the pillow, her mouth falling open in a silent scream of ecstasy. She felt the blunt head of Kazuha's cock bump against her cervix, a deep, internal thud that sent shivers through her entire body.

"Oh god… oh fuck…" Sakura moaned, her voice breaking. "You're… you're so big… you're filling me up completely…"

Kazuha stayed still for a moment, letting Sakura adjust to the massive intrusion. Then, she began to move. She stayed in that side-lying position, her body curved around Sakura's, creating an intimate, suffocating heat. She pulled back slowly, almost entirely exiting, before plunging back in with a deep, wet slap.

Plap. Plap. Plap.

The sound of their bodies colliding filled the quiet room. Kazuha’s strokes were long and methodical, designed to maximize the friction against Sakura's G-spot. With every thrust, Sakura felt her internal muscles clamping down on the thick shaft, trying to hold onto the pleasure.

"Does Jake feel like this?" Kazuha teased, her voice guttural. She increased the pace, the strokes becoming harder, more urgent. "Does he stretch you out like this? Does he make you feel like a little slut for his sister?"

"No… no, he doesn't!" Sakura wailed, her modesty completely gone. She wrapped her legs around Kazuha's waist, pulling her deeper, wanting to be impaled. "You're so much bigger… fuck, Kazuha, please fuck me harder! I'm yours, just destroy me!"

The request was like fuel to a fire. Kazuha stopped the slow rhythm and began to hammer into her. Each thrust was a violent, wet collision, the bed frame creaking under the force. Sakura was a mess of moans and incoherent pleas, her body shaking with every impact. The friction was building to an unbearable peak, her clit rubbing against Kazuha's pubic bone with every plunge.

Sakura felt the orgasm building—a tidal wave of heat that started in her toes and rushed upward. She gripped Kazuha's arms, her nails digging into the smooth skin.

"I'm… I'm coming! I'm coming!"

As Sakura's pussy clamped down in a series of violent, rhythmic contractions, Kazuha let out a loud groan and delivered three final, devastatingly deep thrusts. With a final, powerful surge, Kazuha's cock pulsed inside her, and Sakura felt a hot, thick flood of seed erupting deep within her womb.

The sheer volume of the cum was staggering. Sakura felt herself filling up, the warm liquid pooling inside her, overflowing and leaking out of her stretched opening. She collapsed back into the pillows, her chest heaving, her mind a complete blank. She had been claimed, marked, and filled by the one person she should have feared.

That night was supposed to be a one-time lapse in judgment, a momentary surrender to lust. But the seed Kazuha had planted—both literally and figuratively—had taken root.

When Jake returned from his trip, he found a Sakura who seemed more affectionate, more eager to please. He attributed it to her missing him, never suspecting that the glow in her cheeks was from the secret she was carrying in her belly. He didn't notice the way Sakura's eyes lingered on Kazuha across the dinner table, or the way Kazuha would smirk at her, a silent promise of more to come.

The addiction set in quickly. Sakura found that Jake's sex, while loving, now felt… insufficient. He was too gentle, too predictable. She craved the raw, overwhelming power of Kazuha's cock. She craved the danger of being caught. She became a slut for the secret, her body humming with a constant, low-level arousal that only Kazuha could quench.

They began to sneak around with a boldness that bordered on insanity. It started in the kitchen. One afternoon, while Jake was in the home office on a Zoom call, Kazuha cornered Sakura by the kitchen table.

"You've been staring at my crotch all morning, Sakura," Kazuha whispered, lifting the girl up and slamming her onto the hardwood table, scattering a bowl of fruit.

Kazuha didn't waste time. She ripped Sakura's skirt up and shoved her panties aside, her cock already rock hard and leaking pre-cum. She entered Sakura in one singular, brutal thrust that made the table slide a few inches across the floor.

"Mmph!" Sakura clamped her hand over her own mouth to stifle a scream, her eyes wide with terror and lust.

Kazuha fucked her right there, the sound of their wet friction echoing in the open-concept house. Every time they heard Jake's voice from the other room, Sakura's pussy clamped tighter around Kazuha's shaft, the risk of discovery acting as a powerful aphrodisiac. Kazuha groaned, her hips slamming into Sakura's ass with rhythmic violence, filling her once again with a thick, hot load of cum that dripped down Sakura's thighs and onto the kitchen floor.

Then there was the shower. They would slide in together, the steam masking their scents. Kazuha would pin Sakura against the cold tiles, the water cascading over them as she drove her massive cock into Sakura's soaking wet hole.

The combination of the hot water and the sliding friction made every thrust feel like electricity. Sakura would moan into the spray, her voice drowned out by the roar of the shower, as Kazuha used her as a living toy, flipping her over and fucking her from behind, her hands gripping Sakura's hips so hard they left bruises.

The garage became their sanctuary of filth. While Jake was out running errands, Sakura would find herself pressed against the workbench, her legs spread wide, while Kazuha stood behind her. The smell of oil and gasoline mixed with the scent of their sex. Kazuha loved the contrast of the gritty environment and Sakura's soft, whimpering submission. She would fuck her relentlessly, her cock sliding in and out of Sakura's drenched pussy with a wet, slapping sound that seemed to fill the entire garage.

But the ultimate taboo was Jake's own bed.

The first time they did it, Sakura felt a flicker of guilt, but it was quickly incinerated by the sheer thrill of the act. While Jake was at work, Sakura would lead Kazuha into their bedroom. She would strip naked and lie across the bed, her legs draped over the headboard, offering herself up.

"Do it," Sakura would whisper, her eyes glazed with lust. "Fuck me in his bed, Kazuha. Make me forget he even sleeps here."

Kazuha would oblige with a predatory grin. She would mount Sakura, her massive cock sliding into the girl's pussy with a familiar, stretching heat. As they fucked on the very sheets where Jake slept, Sakura felt a sense of liberation. She was no longer the "good girlfriend." She was Kazuha's plaything, a slut for the bigger, better cock.

Kazuha was relentless. She didn't just want Sakura's body; she wanted to claim her entirely. Every single time they fucked, Kazuha made sure to cum deep inside her. She wanted Sakura's womb filled with her seed, a permanent mark of her dominance.

"You're my little breeding slut now," Kazuha would moan, her voice thick with lust as she pulsed inside Sakura. "Jake thinks he's the man of the house, but it's my cock that's keeping you satisfied. It's my seed that's filling you up."

Sakura would only moan in agreement, her body arching, her pussy milking Kazuha for every last drop. She loved the feeling of being full, the heavy sensation of Kazuha's cum pooling inside her. She started to crave it, often finding herself leaking Kazuha's seed throughout the day, the scent of it a constant reminder of her betrayal.

As the weeks passed, Sakura's transformation was complete. She became more adventurous, more demanding. She would sneak into Kazuha's room in the middle of the night, crawling under the covers and guiding Kazuha's cock into her pussy while she was still half-asleep. She would flirt openly with Kazuha in front of Jake, using subtle gestures—a brush of the thigh, a lingering look—that only Kazuha understood.

Jake remained blissfully unaware. He noticed that Sakura seemed happier, more vibrant, and that she was suddenly very interested in "trying new things" in the bedroom, though nothing he did could compare to the stretching, filling sensation of Kazuha's girth. He didn't notice the way Sakura would sometimes wince when he touched her, her body subconsciously comparing his size to the monstrous cock of his sister.

One afternoon, while Jake was in the living room watching TV, Sakura was in the kitchen preparing snacks. Kazuha walked in, her presence immediately filling the room. Without a word, Kazuha stepped behind Sakura, her hand sliding down to grip Sakura's ass.

Sakura let out a soft, needy whimper, leaning back into Kazuha.

"Right here?" Sakura whispered, her heart racing.

"Right here." Kazuha replied, her voice a low command.

Kazuha lifted Sakura's dress and pushed her panties aside. With one swift, powerful thrust, she buried her cock deep inside Sakura. Sakura gasped, her hands gripping the edge of the counter so hard her knuckles turned white.

"Mmm… oh god… you're so deep…" Sakura moaned, her voice barely a whisper.

Kazuha began to fuck her in slow, grinding circles, her hips slamming into Sakura's backside. The danger was palpable; Jake was only twenty feet away, separated by a thin wall. Every moan Sakura let out felt like a gamble, every wet slap of their bodies a risk.

"Tell me," Kazuha whispered, her teeth grazing Sakura's earlobe. "Tell me whose cock you prefer. Tell me who owns this pussy."

"Yours…" Sakura sobbed, her head tossing back. "It's yours, Kazuha… I'm your slut… please, just fill me up again… fill me with your cum!"

Kazuha let out a guttural growl and increased the pace, hammering into Sakura with a ferocity that threatened to knock her off her feet. Sakura's pussy was clamping down violently, her orgasm hitting her in waves. As she peaked, Kazuha let out a loud groan and unleashed another massive load of seed deep inside her.

Sakura slumped against the counter, her breath coming in ragged gasps, feeling the warm, thick fluid filling her up once again. She stayed there for a moment, savoring the feeling of being claimed, of being full of Kazuha's essence.

You sat at your home working through Tokon souls combos when you got the call 

“You go for Hugo,” you answer.

“Huuugooo,” you hear a familiar whine. 

“Yeah Karina,”

“I need you to fuck me…” Karina responds 

You sigh and say, “um why?”

Karina whines before saying, “your hot best friend tells you she needs to fuck you and your first question is why?”

You roll your eyes and spit back, “no my first question is what the fuck is happening? My second question is why?”

Karina laughed then said, “okay Hugo well if you must know I’ve been feeling this weird sensation in my stomach and I have been thinking about you coming over to my place bending me over and fucking taking me all over the apartment,”

You won’t deny the deal sounds enticing but Karina’s your friend and…hold up she just sent you something.

You unlock your phone to see Karina with one hand in her snatch and the other groping her tit,

“Hugo pleassseee. I neeeeed yoouuu,” Karina whined over the video. You watched with an unbearably hard errection and considered your options.

A minute passed and then another video sent. You open to see Karina moaning your name in desperation as she cums. The choice was made for you. You texted her on my way and she sent you voice memos of her fucking herself while moaning your name.  

You arrive at her place 15 minutes later when you open the door you see her laying on her couch hand knuckle deep inside her.  The eroticism is muted by the desperation and anguish on her face. You approach her carefully and she opened her eyes. 

She lifts herself so she can straddle you and groans “Hugo please I need you inside me,”

You wish you had but more time to think before she takes you to the base. 

Karina screams in relief as she bottoms out. You groan feeling her walls mold themselves to you. Karina breathes and her mind clears. 

“Fuck you feel so good inside me.” She says

You look into her eyes as you look into hers and she says, “did you wishing willow me?”

You stare into her eyes hazed over with lust and respond “you’re joking right?”

Karina smiles and says. “I woke up feeling hot and bothered and no matter how much I cum I need more. I figured my friend who’s always talking about his crush on me did something,”

You laugh and say, “so you’d think I’d waste giving up the ability to open and close portals just to have you horny for me,” you say as Karina rides you.

A full bellied laugh escapes Karina’s lips sending her into a weird position on top of you that sends both of you to orgasm. You both moan and say “holy fuck!” Before you paint her walls white.

Afterwards the two of you just look at each other and just start laughing. For like a full minute. After that Karina gets up and says, “thanks Hugo. I needed all of that,”

You nod and say “anytime,” 

Karina walks over to her phone and says “I’m ordering pizza you want anything”

“Oh Chicken and Artichoke,”

“Ewww,” Karina responds

“Don’t knock it till you try it,” you shoot back.

Karina stares at you orders a Hawaiian pizza, pepperoni, chicken and artichoke, and fried chicken.

“I forget you eat like a pro athlete,” you tease. 

Karina turns to you and says, “don’t say that,”

“Why not it’s mean as a compliment,” you challenge and Karina pouts 

“I know you mean it to be like that but it always makes feel bad now and i don’t know why.” Karina cries

“Well I’ll try to be more complimenting when I speak,”

Karina groans and says, that’s not the issue,”

“Yu Jimin what’s going on with you today. First you ring me up for a booty call and now…oh…okay,”

Karina turns at you and says, “what is it?”

“Karina where are you on your cycle?” You ask

“I don’t know you think I have time to keep track of that during all the other shit I have to deal with?” Karina responds pissed

You sigh and say, “okay whatever” 

Karina looks at you and says “no no wait I’m sorry,”

You sigh again and say, “come here,”

Karina scurries over to you before sitting in your lap. She nestled herself in close before looking at you with an adorable smile. You hold her close to a she cooes happily. 

Eventually she goes to sleep in your arms. You sigh for a third time considering how did you end up being this megastar’s “emotional support fuckbuddy,”

When the pizza finally arrives you put your pants back on and grab the order despite Karina, whined and bemoaned . You grab the pizza before closing the door and returning to Karina. 

“Yay food,” she says as she grabs the box on the top.

She opens the chicken and artichoke pizza and groans. 

“Of course this would be on top,” she says dejected.

You laugh as she takes out a slice bites into and stares at you,

“How is it?” You ask.

“I...am… so... so... sorry…” Dahyun enunciated. Making sure you heard every ounce of regret behind each word. The moment you entered the home you two built, she ran to you. Worriedly telling you about what happened earlier with John; the man who had his way with the woman of your dreams while you sat back, and stroked your cock in the tiny cube your company had the guts to call an office.

The windows were spotlights. Her spotlight. The afternoon's sun painting her golden like her confession was some best selling novel instead of betrayal.

She had on fresh clothes. The clothes that probably smelled like their shared scent were gone. She probably burned them. Ridding you the chance to know how she smelled like getting fucked by a real man. Good riddance.

"I- I promise it was a mistake" she said that like she were begging. Begging you to hear her out. Begging you to stay. Begging you to stop making that unreadable face.

Begging you to stop being so far away from her like she was strapped with a bomb. But there was no bomb. Just remorse, and truth.

Your silence makes her go for broke. Leaping at you to close the gap in your relationship, making you crash against the door, ringing steel and oak that cuts through the peace of the apartment complex.

Dahyun buries her face on your neck, wetting it with her sob. Unable to look you straight in the eye as she pleads with skin, with warmth, with her lithe figure that she knows you know fit perfectly in your frame like a puzzle piece.

She was practically molding her flesh with your work clothes. Her thighs on yours. Head on your neck. Arms on your chest. And crotch on...

"John was a mistake. A mistake that..." Her sin gets stuck in her throat.

"A mistake that wont ever---" She backs her midriff off your crotch

"Wont ever----" The sentence dies off.

Your lungs deflate like Exodus as she suddenly grabs your cock.

Your eyebrows furrow, and you were about to scold her for thinking that sexual favor would get her out of this.

But you didn't. For her eyes held curiosity laced with accusation. She finally looks up at you, showing you puffed eyes. Peering like she studied the windows to your soul.

Then she looked down to what her hand felt. Hardness.

Her eyes narrow as she feels the outline of your member. The cogs in her brain start to work, and so does her hand. Tentatively pumping you in shallow closed-fist strokes.

"John... he- he used me."

Pulse

"Took advantage of me"

Pulse

"Baby... he made me cum..."

That was your limit, and your zipper knew it too, clinking. Faint. Struggling to contain what new length you've reached.

The remorse starts leaving her face. Replaced with shock. Each pulse, each truth your body revealed dropped her jaw lower. Discovering what pleasure you found from her sin.

You had nothing. Absolutely nothing. For you knew that your body spoke louder than whatever words you could put together.

Dahyun closes the gape in her mouth. And with calculated movement, she brings your hand to her face. Slowly. Akin to testing waters. Cupping it with closed eyes. Cupping it so dearly you'd think you were holy. She smells your knuckles. Her forehead wrinkles at the smell of fax machine ink and an honest day's work. Seconds entailed. Ones that she stretched. Pausing time so she could hear what truth pulses on your wrist.

The agony in her face had long since past, replaced with duty, and a determination you've only seen backstage when TWICE was still active.

Dahyun guides you to the bedroom. Getting on her knees to trek the duvet as she pulls you to lay.

No more words. No more tears. Just duty.

You've never seen your sweet little tofu like this before. The girl who giggled everytime you kissed her. Your pillow princess that always felt the need to ask permission to be the little spoon.

No.

This was a different girl.

Confident.

Evident by her spreading your legs so she could use your thigh as her seat.

She undoes your zipper. Taking her time with each tooth. Click, click, click.

With her off hand, she grabs your chin. Demanding your gaze as she fishes for your cock.

"Tell me how you feel... about your woman being taken"

You look away. Clinging to what pride you had left, until she uses her thumb to trace your crown. Practically purple. Longing for her touch ever since this afternoon.

Your face contorts to the friction of soft thumb on rigid flesh.

Yet. Still no reply on your end.

"Baby" she drags her manicure on your tender cock to get your attention. Making you hiss, and return her gaze, witnessing her knowing smirk.

"I promise never to do something like that ever again..." Dahyun said that like she didn't regret it, all the while taking her time to drag the soft of her hand across your length. From the very tip of your engorged head, to the deepest depth that the fat of your base allowed her to push down on. "but something tells me you don't want that..."

"That you don't want me to be your pure Tofu" stroke

"monogamous..." stroke

"only yours..." stroke

"You want to share me, dont you?"

You've been made. You cuck.

She revealed more of the afternoon to you in excruciating detail while jerking you off. As hot as it was, you can't help but shift expressions. From frustration of her soft handjob, to a face that's starting to realize that she didn't know about your front row seat via the doggy cam.

She picks up on that. You see it in her face. Doubt mixing with the fear of losing someone she loved... The same face she had finding out some members were leaving JYPE way back when.

So she doubles down. Stroking you with a close grip. Harder. Almost desperate. While the other hand kneads your balls.

“This is still my favorite cock, Y/N oppa... Not John's who made me cum" your heart skips a beat

"Nor the landlord who lowers our rent... nor the janitors' who turn a blind eye for association dues..." full pause went your pulse.

This woman... not only did she admit further promiscuity, but she broke your word as a man—effectively nulling your promise to pay for every single cent of this place.

Never in your wildest dreams nightmares did you think that your wallet would ever work together with your girlfriend's holes to pay for this place. The broken promise. The treachery.

Your guts tighten, tugging your dick to stand acute. Almost flat on your belly. To which her hand never disconnects from your cock.

She spent hours jerking you off as she spat molten words of treachery that should've pushed you out the door. Not cum like a fucking fire hose.

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Under the refuge of the night. You lay in bed. Still.

Sifting through her hair like it untangled your feelings. Your heartstrings play dissonant chords while you allow even the moon to touch your lady laying on top of you, painting silver trimmings on her body.

"Dahyun... I'm so lost..." you told the lady laying atop you. She finished drawing nothing on your chest by sealing it with a kiss. Dahyun looks up to meet your eyes. And finds your hand without even a glance. Cupping it. Locking it. Like a promise.

She waited. Savoring the seconds it took for your heart to settle.

"I'll guide you through this" she simply said.

You chose to believe her. As she had nothing but adoration behind those tight peepers of hers.

"Did... did you... really fuck the Janitors?... And the Landlord?..." you looked away. This was all too new for you after all. "Is that why they keep staring at your ass when you're not looking?"

She didn't answer that. Making you drop your gaze and see her blushing. Hiding behind balled fist.

"N-no... DO THEY REALLY CHECK ME OUT? I ONLY SAID THAT TO GET YOU TO CUM." she was nervously giggling.

"How did you even kn--"

She traps your query with a kiss.

"Because your heart spoke to me" and there she goes again replacing the sun with that smile. That wide one that makes her look like a bean.

She hits your chest "Yah. I am not a bean" Dahyun stays her hand. Feeling the thump of your heart.

She then lay the side of her head on your chest like every thump of it was a language only she could decipher...

"Baby?... I don't want YOU to pay for everything around here." she gets up on her elbows "I want US to pay for everything. Together."

You were about to go on another one of your spiels. 'I want to treat you like royalty' 'I want to keep my promise' this that and the other thing, to which she seals your rant with a finger on your lips. Stopping you before you could start.

She lifts her eyebrows. Hinting at the possibilities. You start putting two in two together.

"What were you thinking?" you asked. Your new-found fetish beating out your principles as a man.

"Well? Remember that promotion they didn't give you last week?" she shows that idol smirk—the one you thought was reserved for freakishly spotting cameras, shining like it'll spot yet another. Soon. Very soon.

"You willing to bet your boss is a ONCE?"

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The next morning was like any other. Teeth brushed. Body bathed. Clothes picked out. But this time around? You were the one staying home, and she was the one going to the office.

"Okay baby, let's go through the plan one last time." you said as you helped her dry her hair.

She clears her throat. "My man" God, that phrase made your shoulders feel weightless. She smiled at that; you being all too easy to read.

"My man... THAT I LOVE... has been passed over for a promotion time and time again. And just last week, the position he's yearned for was filled by some outside hire—who knows nothing about the company despite being an up and coming prodigy scouted by all the headhunters in Seoul---" you cut her off.

"Yeah, maybe don't remind my boss about the credentials I'm up agaisnt."

"Babe, do you really think your boss will notice a word when I'm wearing THIS?" she gets up and turns, letting her free-flowing skirt give you a flash of her white panties. Easily. It was practically a belt. It wasn't clothing, it was sexual harassment waiting to happen. And the idea of it stirs your loins.

"Can't forget about this, right babe?" she said, wearing glasses that reads RayBan at the side of the frame.

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You counted the minutes before she got back. She was late. And every second made you think of all the possible reasons as to why. An hour, maybe two, passed before she finally got home.

"MISSION COMPLETE, BABY" Dahyun ran to you in a hug, letting you smell her after-sweat mixing with someone else's perfume. Before you could let a word out, she leads you to the bedroom with tons of kisses on your face. She pushes you to sit on the bed while she navigates her phone to open up the Meta Glasses app. She hands you her phone and sits beside you so you could watch together.

"He was so easy to get hard. So so easy. So so fast…" Your boss's age comes to mind. And her words nibble at the feet of a brewing fear..

"He was so excited. So raw. With a cock barely bigger than my hands" her gentle words tie around your neck like a noose. Dahyun kept gnawing at your ear while her hands fiddle to press play.

Her heels click and clack the floors you've trudged through a million times already. The stains, the cracks, the dirt trapped between the lines that separates the tiles. Never did you think you'd view them through her eyes. Walking toward the goal of fucking another man to get you the promotion you claim you deserve.

It wasn't hard to distinguish where your boss's office was. Only a select few was valued in your company. And management made sure the difference between the likes of you and the likes of them were distinct. The upper management's offices all look the same. Heck, even the door. Everything seemed normal at this point.

Dahyun lets herself in to get a scope of the landscape. And you peer at the familiar room layout. Wide area, grand windows, carpeted floors, and a cherry wood table at the center of it all. Fat and scotch brown, adorning curves that didn't need to prove itself as fine craftsmanship.

'Wait a minute...' you thought.

Dahyun explores with slow curiosity. The camera panning with every turn of her head. This is truly the office layout of your dreams... too much like it, in fact....

The voice in your head gets interrupted by her shaky camera work

Dahyun gets on her tippy toes to sit atop the cherry wood table. She grabs the glasses and lets you see what your boss will see once he enters. All of her. Soft cotton long sleeves up top. And below? Practically nothing. Panties barely covered by her flowy skirt. Nothing else. Not even shame. "Let's hope he's a ONCE, baby"

Click went the door. Sounding like the pin of a grenade.

"Fuck." your boss said, followed by heels of shoes sounding faster and stronger and closer to your girl.

She bites her lips at the sight of him, while the glasses were still angled for you to see her instead of your boss.

A clearer background shows. And you notice the bookshelves, hollow. The walls, clearly repainted. The floors, all too clean for your boss's nervous pacings.

Your gut tells you something was wrong, but your cock blocks it out. Add Dahyun's hand tracing the pipe-shaped hardness behind your house shorts.

"I'm happy that that's your reac--mHPPh" he lunges, causing her to drops the glasses on the table, not letting you see anything past her hips up. Hips and thighs that your boss was already busy kneading. Mandhandling.

You didn't didn't need visuals to know that your boss was devouring your woman like he was trying to suck out her soul.

His lust was immediate, you could tell from the audio alone. You didnt need to see it. But God did you want to.

Dahyun kissed your cheek with equal frenzy as you tune into the video on her phone. "By the way? Your boss was ONCE." She smiled agaisnt your skin.

"What the hell is a ONCE." he said in a hurry. Then unbuckled his pants in a hurry. Spread your girlfriend's legs. In. A. Hurry. As he works his pants off, he crouches, finally revealing his face. Smug. Young. Definitely not your boss's. Your thumb presses pause so hard and so fast that you almost cracked the screen.

"BABY..." Your world flips. This wasn't your boss.

"bABY!... YOU FUCKED THE WRONG GUY... I TOLD YOU WHICH OFFICE RIGHT?!" you raised your voice in panic. You weren't mad. Maybe your cock was, sure, but you more so concerned. All her efforts poured down the drain.

"Yes you did... but your boss said that firing this clown would cost your company an arm. And promoting you would cost a leg. Baby I threw everything at your boss, but he said if he agreed to our terms, there would be no more company for you to supervise... so..."

"You made Keith quit"

She bites your earlobe softly. And she slowly drags her teeth away from it. "Exactly."

It made sense.

But sound logic didn't make you the stop feeling like shit.

Because first he took your promotion. And now, your girl.

Dahyun's smile twitched like she was fighting for it to not crook. Like she knew this twist would make this sweet all the more bitter. More interesting.

With deft hands, she resumes the video and takes off your shorts and boxers. Fast. Scrunching, and scratching courtesy of her manicure. The one she told you she had gotten done so she looks prettier for your boss. A treat reaped by the man you hate the most in the office.

"Ooh myyy, babyyy" she purred. Seeing your cock. So wet and fat and constantly streaming precum. Begging for attention. She moaned with every bead of arousal you leaked. "Ooohhh my my my~"

You were about to whine with how she merely stared at your erect cock, until she looks back at the video.

Dahyun strokes Keith's cock. Harder and harder she went. Not because he was hot—he was. This wunderkind doesn't shut up about his gym sessions—but because he was... not gifted... Her strokes were not ones to please a lover. No. It goading. And expectant. Like she was demanding more, but was far too polite to ask 'this was it?' outright.

Like on queue, she palms your heated balls with her frigid hands. Dragging up and down on sync with the way she gave Keith a handjob. She palmed you so hard that your cock stuck to your belly. So hard that your pubes tugged and hitched and "Fuckkk"

She treated your words like the gun that starts a race. Making a fucking mess on your cock. Her fist closed around your tip and recklessly spread friction and precum all across your shaft. Up and down. She abandons video Dahyun's pace. Her handjob rung squelch noises across the room. Each stroke more uncaring of the filth she's making than the last.

You notice her eyes peeking sideways, checking the video yet again.

"Mmmhh now the nipples, slut"

Your blood burns at his derogation, but it reaches boiling point once she follows his instruction.

Both in the video. And onto you.

Keith was tall. Taller than you. So Dahyun didn't need to hunch so awkwardly to have her tongue play with his hairy nipples, all the while the love of your life never forgot to keep jerking this jerk's cock.

Actions she bring to life by making you experience it first hand.

"NnGHHHH" came your whining, as this was your first time with this sensation. You felt so sensitive. Your flesh crawls into goosebumps. Your short hairs stand as your Dubu introduces you to a new realm of pleasure thanks to your rival Keith.

Keith... Your mind was blendered at this point. Brain stem tugged at every which way. Not knowing if you should thank the rat bastard or shove his ass to the ground. Your eyes cross. But here goes the video again pulling you back to Earth.

Slap slap slap slap slap went his cock on her entrance. Giving you a hint of how wet the both of them were. Your girl, and your rival.

She gets on top of you like a good cowgirl. Slowly descending. Your wetness mixing with hers as you part her innie pussy. She moans. And your lungs rattle anger. For right now, she sounded exactly like she did in the video. Hinting that her satisfaction with you only equaled her satisfaction with Keith.

"Can you feel it?" once fully bottomed out, she rocks her hips in small circles. "Can you feel the indentation his cock left inside me?"

"Feel it baby, feel how much deeper you can reach compared to his crooked cock" she fucking worshipped your length, but the face she made said otherwise. Her legs quiver with hardship as she ascends.

"Feel the details of his cock etched into me... Feel how... You're bigger. And yet he STILL got to fuck me." she slammed herself down. Your balls hitting her thick tofu thighs.

Keith had the upper hand, for in the video, your girl was letting him rut and rut and rut like a fucking dog burying a bone.

She ascends yet again.

"Totally not embarrassing, right?" slam, then up again

"That someone so inferior is treating me like you would" slam.

"Or maybe, like John would" that was the last straw. Before the former TWICE member could slam back down, you hold the swell of her hip to stop her. And you fucking impale your cock inside her.

She moaned. Or at least she tried. For all she could procure was a soundless scream as you claim her.

"Like I would" you reaffirm. Accepting that John absolutely wrecked your girl yesteday. It lit a fire inside you. A fire that aims to to cauterize John's indelible name off her mouth.

You angle, making sure that you pierce that 'indent' that she claims Keith left. "Keep those legs steady baby" you said through grit teeth, as you rub and rub and rub Keith's claim in her insides.

Her cries of pleasure bounce off the walls of your room, drowning out the sounds of Keith railing your beloved.

"MY LEGS ARE ON FIRE" she screamed. And she was right. You see her legs spasming as they were hooked on Keith's elbow and shoulder.

"THEY WERE. THEY REALLY WERE, BABY, I'M SO SORR--" her legs give out, the sear of lactic acid on her thighs and quads were all too much, causing her to spear herself on your cock. The unguided descent made her spine quake like it threatened to crumble, as your cock threatened to pierce her cervix right through.

While you? Your heart tinged. For her legs had strength for Keith, but only enough for Keith. Like he had drained her strength and left you with nothing.

That didn't sit right with you, so without undoing your connection, you flip her. Missionary, like in the video. Two can play this game. You place the phone next to her head and you roll your hips like you've never before. Exploring her sex like you've never before. Making her pleasure your mission like you've never before.

Your ass cheeks tighten with the way you hoist every enter. Digging through her floor and ending it with a cock flat on her cervix. "nnGHH, NNGHHH"

Your exits weren't reprieve, they were extensions of your intention. To pleasure. To love. To mark every inch of her sex like you were branding her. Rather than pulling back, you were widening your legs. Squishing her perineum using your base. Physics did the work, as the cramped hole caused your cock to scrape her roof. "FUCKK"

Dahyun cussed with your every repeating motion. "FUCK. FUCK. FUCK."

"I'M YOUR MAN, KIM DAHYUN" you said that like she didn't know. Like you didn't say it every time you bed her. You were right to do so though, as this pottymouth wasn't the same Catholic woman you fell for. And you made sure to introduce your new self to her new self.

"fUCK... FUCK FUCK FUUh----" her insides shut around you so tight that it felt like she's squeezing you out. Making you pump all that much harder. The noises she made weren't hers anymore. It was satisfying violence. Like glass shattering. Similar to the image you thought you've accurately painted of her.

She gripped the sheets at first, then the pillows, then the headboard. Anything to root her onto reality. Her hands looked like they were swatting the air violently, unknowing what to use as an anchor—for each of your hurried thrusts caused beautiful ripples onto her pudgy white thighs. Heavenly turbulent.

"H- H- H- " she had nothing left but tentative huffs of air rid of profanities, saving her breath to stay conscious. "Where, baby?

"Where can I cum?"

"Where can I cum?"

You ask the same question as the phone. Making you finally look up at it again after what felt like hours of rutting your girl.

Dahyun puts a hand on Keith's defined abs to stop his pumpings.

An action she mimics on your less-chiseled tummy. The only difference was her face... or rather... mask...

In the video, she had on the same mask she wore yesterday. You remember, right? The mask she wore as John turned her into his toy. One of concern, but with eyes so epicly dilated that its curving into hearts.

But you weren't Keith. So you hold her down. And ;ock her hips around your waist, so you can freely piston her to chase your ending. Your panting mixed with laughter cause you are a petty petty man. You wanted to experience something Keith never will.

You were almost there "I'm gONNA fUCKING PAINT YOUR INSIDES KIM DAHY--"

"w-WAIT!" you heard her video self protest, to which Keith replies by swatting your girlfriend's hand away and grab her hips. Same as you were doing right now, but without warning. Without the need to verbalize your claim on her body. There was no pettiness. He just took what he wanted the same way he did your job. Rocking his hips as he deposits his seed deep inside your Kim Dahyun.

His conservative length led to his cum leaking out so easily. So fast. You mightve wanted to paint her insides, but Keith? Keith painted her thighs with the way his spunk dripped down on them. Like some sick perk of having a small cock.

That visual didn't push you off the edge, it SHOVED you to oblivion. Straining your balls so hard that the line between pain and pleasure began to fade, and you cum ropes, strings, and fireworks inside your girlfriend. Cock pressing hard to push inside her limit. Until her insides tell you that this was as deep as her biology went. Cock pressing like you're coping that 'at least Keith's small cock never got to taste her womb.'

But you knew.

You knew that you'll have to 'experience something Keith never will' another day. Cause tonight, you are on equal footing with him—creampie-ing the love of your life. Despite how much longer your cock was.

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The video ends. Frozen at the last frame.

The room only sounds chased breaths.

You still had your softening cock deep inside her. Locking your offsprings in this former idol.

Dahyun had on the most whimsical face. Proud. And satisfied. Like she asked for everything and got everything.

None of the footages ever showed this. All of her snow white self in the most wrecked of ways. Hands up. Sweat shining sheens on her pits and tits and tummy and oh God you've never seen her look so willingly vulnerable. Unguarded, by choice. To you. And only you.

You feel butterflies mob your stomach. Like this was the first time you've seen Kim Dahyun. The real Kim Dahyun.

With locked hips, you bend down. Gently. Shy. Like this was the first time you two ever had sex. First time to have her face to face. Your lips travel around. Chin, cheek, temple, forehead.

She giggles at the suddenly shy stance that her stud took tonight. So she takes initiative. Grabbing you by the shoulders and kissing you to seal the night.

Your slumber had tough competition tonight.

For this Dahyun was surreal reality. One that you never knew you dreamed of.

I wrote this a lot longer than my past smuts since I feel like I owe that to all the people who—after all this time—are STILL waiting for part 2🤣 TMI: I was actually on the heels of doing something so irritatingly convoluted and complex until I realized that I should erase everything and write something that would satisfy me, not scrutiny. I hope this was worth the 2 years, 10 weeks, and 2 days wait!

The vintage clock on the bedside table had a habit of skipping a beat every thirty seconds, a rhythmic hiccup that usually annoyed the neighbors through the thin walls of the apartment. Yuna, however, was currently focused on the sensation of her own heartbeat thumping in her ears, her muscles feeling like overcooked noodles. She tried to lift her arm to brush a stray lock of hair from her face, but her limb felt heavy, as if it had been replaced by wet cement.

"I don't have any power," she murmured, her voice sounding small and breathless. She wasn't talking about the electricity in the room, which was humming steadily from the bedside lamp, but the sheer, physical capacity to move a single finger.

You let out a soft laugh and pulled her closer, the fabric of the sheets damp and clinging to your skin. The air in the room was warm, smelling of salt and skin. "It's okay, baby," you whispered, kissing the crown of her head. "I'll take care of you."

She let out a long, shuddering exhale, sinking further into the mattress. The aftermath of the last few hours had left her completely spent, her body still buzzing from the repeated squirt that had left her gasping and shaking. She looked up at you, her eyes slightly glazed but full of a quiet, contented warmth, leaning into your chest as if trying to merge her heartbeat with yours.

As the silence settled back into the room, punctuated only by that clicking clock, you shifted slightly to get more comfortable. "Babe," you said, your voice grazing her ear, "next month is our anniversary. What do you want?"

Yuna didn’t answer immediately; she simply pressed her forehead against your collarbone, her breath hitching in a way that suggested she was still recovering from the peaks of the last few hours. The silence stretched, not out of hesitation, but because the weight of her contentment was so heavy it felt physical. When she finally spoke, her voice was a fragile thread, barely audible over the rhythmic hiccup of the clock.

"A dinner with you," she whispered, the words trembling. "And shopping. I just want to spend the day... just us."

You felt a small, knowing smile tug at the corner of your mouth. You knew her preferences—the way she loved the ritual of getting dressed up, the quiet thrill of picking out something small and meaningful to keep as a memento of a specific day. You shifted your leg, feeling the lingering dampness of the sheets, and tightened your hold on her. "That's the easy part," you murmured, kissing her temple. "What else?"

She shifted then, her body sliding against yours with a slow, languid friction. She looked up at you, her eyes searching yours with a sudden, focused intensity that cut through her physical exhaustion. "I want you to do something special for me," she said, her voice regaining a bit of its strength, though still shaky. "Something you’ve never done before. Something that... surprises me."

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Sakura

You drop your phone when Sakura walks into the room. It's not just because of how pretty she is, because you're starting to get used that a little after now being her boyfriend for almost a year, but it's what she's wearing. You know she loves gaming and anime and such even more than you do. You love watching her play and you love watching movies and animes with her that occasionally earn you a "Nerds" comment from Yunjin.

But you were not prepared for what you're looking at right now. Sakura is wearing a costume. A sexy one at that. Princess Leia's iconic golden outfit from Return of the Jedi. The bikini, the hair, the chain and all.

For a second you expect her to laugh, revealing this to be a prank. To make fun of you after Kkura caught you staring at Princess Leia during the movie last week. But to your confusion, she looks serious. Something between grateful and...turned on?

“You saved me from Jabba.”

She says in a soft, dramatic voice, tugging at the chain around her neck.

“My hero deserves a reward.”

She drops to her knees first and starts worshipping your cock with her mouth while staying fully in role. You're unable to get a word out, just sitting there, her chain in your hand, watching and feeling how she's sucking you off. Then she bends over the bed, looking back at you with those big eyes.

“Take your princess.”

You thrust into her from behind, the metallic chain clinking with every bounce of her body as she moans. Sakura seems to love the fantasy just as much as you, pushing back eagerly and crying out when you spank her lightly.

Eventually, she begs you to finish inside her “as thanks.” You pump your girlfriend full of your cum, unable to hold it back a second longer. The combination of the costume, roleplay, and intense sex leaves both of you laughing afterwards as she cuddles you, still wearing the outfit.

Yunjin

Yunjin is slobbering alll over your cock. Spit strings and bubbles, smeared lipstick, watery eyes, gagging and choking...the whole package. Often, Yunjin's blowjobs aren't that intense, but for whatever reason she's really going for it today. Your hand is holding a fistful of her blonde hair, not to pull her onto your cock, but actually to push her back a little. At this speed and her skill you won't be able to hold out much longer.

Suddenly, Yunjin fumbles for her phone in her pocket. You sigh in disappointment, expecting her to get a call or an urgent message. But to your surprise, Yunjin clicks the record button and hands you her phone. On instinct, you turn it around and start filming her. But after a few seconds of her ruining herself on your cock, you hold her back.

"Wait, we can't do this. What if someone sees the video or something?"

Yunjin smiles up at you, her mouth full with dick, before pulling back.

"Don't worry, baby. I'm not wearing anything revealing or showing much skin. No one is gonna see something."

You gasp in disbelief.

"You think other men looking at you is my biggest issue with this video?"

It's hard for you to concentrate and talk with Yunjin's hand continuously stroking your length and her peppering it with kisses between talking.

"Then what is it?"

Yunjin looks up at you with big, innocent eyes as if she seriously doesn't understand what your problem is. And under normal circumstances you would've given up to argue, but your cock down her throat and her face covered in spit and tears kinda ruins her innocent image.

"What is it?"

You repeat her question in disbelief.

"It's a video of you sucking my cock. What if someone finds this? What if someone uploads this somewhere? Or tries to blackmail you?"

Yunjin rolls her eyes as she resumes her blowjob.

"Yunjin..."

You pull her off your cock again.

"Don't worry, baby. Do you really think anyone is gonna believe this is real? Plus, I'm gonna be the one to upload this."

"What?"

Yunjin laughs.

"What do you think of this? 'Le Sserafim's Yujin choking on big dick like a slut' Do you think that works or is it too on the nose?"

Kazuha

Kazuha sits alone in her room after practice. After showering,she wanted to try the new toys she ordered and so she unboxes a new set of tentacle dildos. Her eyes sparkle with fascination as she pulls them out one by one. She starts slow, teasing herself with a smaller one, which she bought a few months ago, wanting to experiment. She moans, a mix of pleasure and embarrassment, as the suckers and flexible texture stimulate her in a different way. She's used toys before, but these tentacles make her feel different compared to normal dildos. They don't just feel great, they also make her feel somewhat dirty. Like she's doing something she isn't supposed to.

She gradually works up to one of the new larger, more realistic tentacles, riding it slowly at first, then faster as pleasure builds.

“This feels amazing..."

She whispers to herself, feeling the curve of the tentacle stretching her pussy and the suckers dragging along her walls.

"I'm getting used and bred by an alien."

The taboo thought makes shame warm her body, her cheeks heating up with excitement.

"Use me..."

Kazuha's moans grow louder and she uses another tentacle to move it over her tits, pretending another being is actually fucking and playing with her body. Her nipples harden against the plastic as it drags over them and she bites her lip to silence her gasps.

Zuha loses herself completely, cuming multiple times from the writhing, filling sensation of being fucked and used by a creature out of this world. When her adventure slowly comes to a natural end, she sinks back onto her sheets, flushed and breathless.

During a dinner at the dorm with the other members around the table, Eunchae gets bold. You and the others always treat her like a child and she was gonna show you who she really is. The fact that you're not her's, but Yunjin's boyfriend doesn't matter. While everyone chats and eats, she quietly slips under the table, kneeling between your legs. She frees your cock and before you can react, she starts sucking you slowly, trying to stay quiet.

Eunchae

The risk makes it incredibly intense for the both of you. She bobs her head carefully, tongue swirling while the members talk just above. Compared to Yunjin, she's an amateur. Eunchae struggles to keep quiet as she tries and fails to take your entire cock into her mouth. Every now and then she makes a tiny noise that you have to cover with a fake cough. You grip the table edge, trying to act normal as her warm, eager mouth works you. The other members remain oblivious as Eunchae sucks you deeper, determined to make you cum right there, wanting to prove that she can do what the others can do as well. When you finally explode in her mouth, she swallows everything quietly, then emerges from under the table with an innocent smile, wiping her lips.

“I dropped my spoon."

She says cutely, rejoining the conversation like nothing happened.

But in the months until she went to college she would have to live with her uncle Dennis as her father and his new wife wanted to go travelling and didn't want to leave her home alone for three months. Iroha would actually have preferred that, but her opinion hadn't been taken into consideration so now she was stuck in the middle of nowhere with her uncle whom she knew almost nothing about.

Her dad John helped her get all of her bags from the trunk of the car and walked up the faded porch to the front door with her. Whilst Iroha's relationship to her dad had been loving and caring when her mom was still alive, it had grown a lot colder since her death. Especially since his marriage to Iroha's stepmom Michelle, who was only 9 years older than Iroha was now, she felt like she didn't quite belong in her own family anymore.

Now they just exchanged a quick goodbye once her dad had thanked his brother again for taking care of this for him, and she felt like there was a silent conversation happening between the two that she couldn't make sense of.

Only when her dad had gone back to his car and driven away did Dennis actually acknowledge her. Instead of shaking her hand, which she offered to him he leant in to hug her close to him. He was a tall man, towering over Iroha's short 5'2" by at least a foot as he pressed her petite form against his muscular one. That did make Iroha slightly uncomfortable, after all she hadn't seen him in years and they had never been close. However she didn't say anything and thought that when she would live with him for months, she probably had to be okay being hugged by him.

"Been a while since I last saw you, sweetheart. You've grown up into such a beauty!" he said, smiling in a friendly way but his gaze kept moving to her chest. Iroha knew she was pretty, she had been on the cheerleading squad in high school giving her a toned body and her dark eyes and chestnut curls caught a lot of men's eyes. Her C-cup breasts were a nice size on her small form and her rather big perky butt had been the topic of imagination for a lot of her male classmates, not that she knew of that of course.

"Ummh, thanks. Where should I put my stuff?" She looked down at her feet as she said this, uncomfortable with both the situation of moving in with him and with his penetrating gaze on her.

"I'll take you up to the bedroom. Just follow me." He turned around and strode down a hallway and up a flight of stairs, before opening the door furthest down the corridor. Iroha had time to ponder him on the way. Her uncle was 37 years old, she knew that from the yearly birthday cards her family sent him and in good shape as far as she could see. He was serious and hardworking from what she remembered from her childhood, not one to make jokes or really talk all that much but she didn't remember him as ever being unpleasant to be around. Then why was he making her so uncomfortable now?

Trying to shake the uneasy feeling she had, she stepped through the door her uncle had opened which closed behind them with a click. The room was not what she had expected at all. It wasn't the size of it, the furniture within or even the decor that was odd, it was how lived in it obviously looked. There was men's clothing on the back of an armchair and a pair of boxers on the ground in front of the bed, the bed itself had apparently been made in a hurry as the sheets weren't even and the pillows looked to have been haphazardly thrown on top.

Iroha turned around to look at her uncle.

"You must have taken me to the wrong room, clearly someone lives here!" She made to move past him towards the door, but Dennis stopped her by grabbing her around shoulder and pulling her body close to his.

"No, my dear, I did not take you to the wrong room. You are right that someone lives here, I do actually, but I never said that you would get your own room." He smiled at her, a smile that was meant to calm her, tell her that everything was alright but Iroha felt a little afraid now.

"I can't stay in the same room with you! There must be another place for me to sleep, I'll stay on the sofa if there's no alternative but I won't share a bed with you." Iroha tried to pull away from him, to get out of his grip but his hand only gripped her shoulder more tightly whilst his other arm snaked around her waist, moving uncomfortably close to her ass over her short dress. It was a warm summer's day and Iroha had wanted to take advantage of not having to follow a school dress code anymore, but now she regretted wearing the short light blue dress today.

"Oh yes, you can and you will, just like you'll do anything else I ask you to do. And right now I want you to take that cute little dress of so I can get you in my bed and fuck your sweet little pussy." He expected her beginning to struggle in earnest and held her arms to her sides by clamping one of his larger muscular arms around her whilst his other hand began pulling her dress up inch by inch.

Iroha was trying hard to break free from his grasp, she managed to hit his thigh painfully as she tried to knee his groin but he managed to get her dress up to right below her breasts without letting her get away. All the while Iroha was crying out for him to stop, to leave her alone.

"You can't do this to me! No! Stop, I'm your niece, you can't do this! Uncle Dennis! I don't want this, let me go! No!" She was crying by now, tears streaming down her face as her uncle ripped the dress off her, leaving her standing in only a black bralette and panty set. She felt more exposed than ever before in her life. Iroha was a virgin, she had only ever kissed and touched a guy above his clothes, now her uncle was forcing himself upon her and she was in his house, locked in a room with him with no one around for miles. She could feel his erection pressing into her naked belly through his jeans as his hands moved to the clasp of her bralette on her back.

"Oh sweet girl, I can do anything I want to you now. I even have your dad's permission to fuck you and knock you up, although I would have done that either way. So stop fucking whining and accept that from now on you'll spend a lot of time with my cock inside you." With this he managed to open the clasp and pull the flimsy fabric of her bralette off and away from her.

She continued struggling as he pushed her back towards the bed, laying her down on it as he straddled her hips. Iroha's arms were free now, so she tried to punch him in the face but her uncle only laughed and pulled out some tape from the bedside drawer. With this he secured her hands together above her head before attaching them to the headboard. This pushed her breasts out towards him, which he took advantage of by taking the nipple of her left breast into his mouth and sucking on it.

"Aah, I hate you, you need to stop doing this, please! I'm a virgin, I don't want to lose it like this! Please stop this, I won't ever tell anyone if you just stop now, please!" She was noticing quickly that trying to get her hands free was doing nothing, so now she focused on trying to kick him again but with him straddling her it was hard to even move her legs. Iroha felt incredibly afraid lying almost naked on the soft bed with her uncle over her, his mouth on her chest. She couldn't believe that her own dad had actually agreed to letting his brother do this to her. How could he be okay with this?

"If you don't stop complaining, I'll tape your mouth shut too!" Dennis said as he pulled his own T-shirt over his head and threw it somewhere in the room. If Iroha hadn't been so terrified and focused on finding a way out of this situation, she would have noticed that he was quite well-built and not unattractive for a man his age at all.

"No, uncle Dennis, please just stop this now. I won't bother you, I'll find somewhere else to stay just let me go please!" Iroha began sobbing as her uncle shifted his focus from her chest to her panties, which he ripped off her in one quick motion. She was now entirely bare before him and she could see his erection straining against the fabric of his jeans. The bulge in his pants looked huge and terrifying to a virgin like her, and she wanted desperately to get as far away as possible from him.

"I told you what would happen if you didn't stop whining. Tape it is then." he said, as he ripped off a piece of tape and placed it over her mouth. She was still trying to plead and beg him to stop, but only muffled noise came out as tears were streaming down her face.

Dennis started unbuttoning his own pants now and pulled them and his boxers off, freeing his rock-hard cock from it's confines. He was a large man and his cock matched his overall stature. 9 inches long and as thick as Iroha's wrists, it made a new wave of tears flow down her cheeks and her muffled protests got louder.

Her uncle however just ignored her pleas and spread her legs forcefully to get a good look at her pussy. She was waxed bare, not liking the hassle of constant shaving or the look and feel of hair growing down there. Dennis groaned at the sight of her tight opening, it looked impossibly tiny next to his huge cock and he couldn't wait to sheath himself inside her.

She was definitely not aroused however, so he would have to work for a while to get her wet enough to get his monster into her virgin cunt. Ignoring her muffled protests, he started rubbing above her opening, looking for her little pleasure bud. Once he had found her clit as shown by the involuntary bucking of her hips, he applied more and more pressure to it, forcing her towards an orgasm she did not want to experience. Iroha was gasping and panting, trying to resist giving in to the tightening coil in her loins but she couldn't help unravelling when he pressed hard on her clit whilst pinching one of her nipples with the other hand. She wasn't one to masturbate regularly and so this orgasm really hit her with it's intensity, making her almost forget where and with whom she was right now, it was so good.

Finding her sufficiently wet after her orgasm, Iroha's uncle positioned himself at her entrance and began pushing into her tight pussy. His thick cockhead stretched her opening as he forcefully pressed into her. Iroha was protesting against the tape over her mouth at the intrusion and the pain of being stretched so much, and yet only the head of his long rod was actually inside her yet. She also knew that he had not put on a condom and whilst she hadn't thought about what he had said about knocking her up before, only thinking about how she could get him away from her, she knew it was a realistic possibility that he could actually impregnate her.

All of her thoughts came to a halt as she felt Dennis push further into her until he reached a barrier, her hymen. This was it, she wouldn't be a virgin anymore after this. If she had known that this is what it would come to, she would have slept with one of the guys from school, anything to avoid this being her first time. It felt like he was tearing her apart with his thick cock as he pulled back only a little, before thrusting back and tearing through her hymen. If she hadn't already cried all of her tears, she would have burst into them all over again.

Dennis' cock still wasn't fully inside her as he began thrusting at a slow rhythm, trying to embed more and more of his manhood in her with every thrust. She felt so tiny underneath him, her small frame dwarfed by him and he loved the feeling of his cock stretching her insides. He could almost see her belly bulge whenever he pushed himself deep inside her, nudging her cervix even though there was still an inch that he hadn't managed to get into her. She was unbelievably tight and knowing that she was his now, that he could fuck her whenever he wanted however he wanted almost made him come right then.

But he wanted to drag it out a little more, so he pulled out of her for now. The look of hope that this was it in her tear-rimmed eyes quickly was replaced by fear as he turned her around so she was on her knees in front of him, her tits pressed into the mattress and the tape attaching her wrists to the bed frame tightening from being twisted.

Then he pushed his cock back into her pussy and began really fucking her with quick, hard thrusts that sent Iroha's tits bouncing and had her gasping in pain every time his thick cockhead would forcefully push against her cervix.

Dennis loved watching his huge cock stretching her pussy to the limits everytime he pushed it into her. There was nothing better to him than fucking a tight little cunt, and his sweet 18-year-old niece felt like heaven as he pounded into her. He was close to cumming, but wanted to feel her pussy clenching around him in orgasm as he came, so he reached one of his hands down around her to rub her clit.

Iroha hated that it actually started to feel good when he rubbed her clit. The pain was bearable now and with the change in positions he actually hit a pleasurable spot deep inside her that she hadn't even known existed. She still hated how he was forcing her into this so much, but her body still responded to his ministrations the same as if this had been a voluntary experience.

She screamed, loud even through the tape on her mouth as she came in a haze of pleasure and pain. Her pussy clamped down around Dennis' cock pushing him into his release too. He held himself deep inside her as he shot jet after jet of hot cum right against the entrance to her womb, grunting and groaning in pleasure all the while. Naturally her body reacted to his hot cum shooting inside her by drawing out her orgasm, pulling the cum deeper inside her every time her pussy contracted. This orgasm felt even better than the first, leaving her in a blissful state of pleasure for almost a minute.

Once she came down from her high, Iroha started feeling the aftermath of what had happened. She felt a weird warmth inside her where her uncle's cum was still lodged deeply by his now flaccid member, only a small amount dripping out. The reality of the situation hit her; he might have gotten her pregnant. Iroha wasn't on any birth control, she hadn't planned on having sex with anyone and would have used a condom once the moment arose. How long ago had her period been? She counted the days in her head. Six days since her period ended and she had actually had her period for five days…

She started crying again as she realised that although it wasn't her most fertile day, it was definitely a highly dangerous one. Iroha couldn't have a baby now, she wanted to start college in a few months, meet someone, fall in love for the first time. But now she might not have any of that, if her uncle asserted his will and actually got her pregnant. Even if it didn't happen right now, he wouldn't let her get away that easily and there was nobody around who she could run to. 'At least I like kids', a small voice in her mind said, 'and he made me orgasm twice, that's something.'

Dennis finally got out of his pleasure-induced haze and started pulling his now soft cock out of Iroha's cum-filled cunt. It filled him with a sick sense of pride as he saw his cum start leaking out of her. She was still on her knees with her upper body pressed into the mattress as the tape held her in position. He wouldn't let her move right away, so most of his sperm was stopped from leaking out by gravity.

"You look stunning, sweetheart. On your knees with my cum filling your pussy, this is where you belong from now on." He smiled at her and walked off towards the bathroom, leaving the terrified minor in her position on his bed. Dennis would go back to her after he showered and once she promised she wouldn't fight him again, he'd have her take a nice hot bath and a good hearty meal. And then he would have some more fun with his new personal sex-slave and have another go at breeding her. One day soon she would be pregnant with his child and then he'd have her forever.

Chapter Management Edit Chapter Chapter 2: Iroha's New Life Chapter Text

Seven weeks after moving in with her uncle, Iroha had become somewhat used to her new life, as far as one ever could get used to being an unwilling broodmare for their own uncle. She had pretty much given up on fighting him when it came to sex. She had learnt the hard way that the more she tried to fight him, the rougher the treatment she would get for it.

The first few days had been hell for her. Dennis had been so excited about finally having his beautiful niece all for himself that he hadn't let up on her for more than a couple of hours when she first moved in. During those first few days he'd had her in every position he could think of, and he had loved shooting his cum into her in every single one of them.

He had grown especially fond of making her ride him, as she really had to think about what they were doing and look him in the eyes as he made her basically fuck herself with his cock.

Iroha had tried to avoid thinking about actually fucking her uncle in the beginning, instead imagining herself somewhere else, with someone else, but when Dennis had picked up on that, he had found ways of making her remember at all times that she was with him. Now he constantly reminded her that it was her uncle's cock that was pounding into her, that it was his cum filling her up and his baby that would soon grow inside her. He made her look into his eyes as he came and had started making her ask to be fucked, by playing with her clit with a strong vibrator until she couldn't take another orgasm and asked him to finally take her.

Iroha wasn't quite pregnant yet, her last period had come a little less than three weeks after coming here, but with the pace Dennis had been filling her up with cum, he suspected she would be pregnant very soon. Her next period should have started yesterday and it hadn't begun yet, so he hoped he had already succeeded at knocking her up and just didn't know for certain yet.

That morning Dennis had taken her in his all-time favorite position again, with her on her knees as he roughly fucked her from behind. It made him feel so powerful to have this young beauty on her hands and knees with his cock buried in her to the hilt, completely at his mercy. And it gave him the best angle to continually hit her cervix with every thrust, which he enjoyed immensely. Like music to his ears, Iroha would gasp and groan as he used his hands to make her cum on his cock as he fucked her, while pushing so painfully deeply inside her with every thrust. It also satisfied the primal part of him that just wanted to breed her and make her take his seed, so he could see her swell with his child.

Just imagining her pregnant, her beautiful tits even bigger, her belly growing and her face flushed as she carried around his progeny, he was hard again. He really wanted to take his little toy again right now, and luckily for him he could do so whenever he wanted.

Her uncle found Iroha on the living room sofa, reading a book he had bought her as one of many bribes to try and get her warmed up to him. In time and in conjunction with the hopefully soon aiding pregnancy hormones, he hoped he could get her so used to him that she wouldn't try to leave again and instead accepted her new life as it was. The two times Iroha had tried to get away, his alarm system had warned him early and he had gotten her before she could even leave the front porch. But he had had to punish her for it, spanking her roughly both times, which was something he didn't enjoy. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy making her feel a bit of pain, he just preferred using his cock to cause that as he fucked her instead of spanking her.

"Come here, Iroha.", he told her now in the strict voice he used whenever he gave her a command. She had quickly picked up on the fact that it was in her own interest to obey him straight away. If she took too long to do something he told her to do, or she didn't do it at all, he would be very rough in making her do exactly what he had asked her to.

With trembling fingers Iroha put the book she had been reading away and stood up from the couch, slowly so she could delay the inevitable as long as she could. When she looked at him, she saw that her uncle had already undressed and was standing before her with his cock proudly protruding from his body. She knew what he wanted when he pointed at the ground before him, so Iroha got down on her knees before him and started taking his cock into her mouth immediately. She knew that if she didn't, he would use a ring gag on her and force himself into her mouth, something she had learned the hard way.

Dennis enjoyed letting his niece suck on his cock to get him nice and wet whenever he wanted to fuck her. That way he could skip the foreplay and just make her take his dick, instead of having to wait until he got her sufficiently wet before doing so. That was something he was really looking forward to when he got her pregnant, he had heard a number of times that pregnant women were constantly horny and ready to be fucked. That sounded amazing to him, and he couldn't wait for Iroha to get to that point.

"Take off your dress, then bend over the sofa, baby." The sofa was just slightly too high for Iroha to bend over the back of it without going up on her tiptoes, so she was balancing on them in order to get herself high enough. Dennis enjoyed this position immensely, he needed to lift her up a bit further to get his cock into her tight pussy as she was so much shorter than him, which meant her feet left the floor and she was completely under his control as plowed into her. He quickly pushed his glistening cock into his niece, ignoring her moan of pain as his big cock stretched her open again.

Dennis had been delighted to find out that even after weeks of almost constant fucking, she would still always be nice and tight whenever he wanted to fuck her next, her pussy tightening back up in vain every time, as it would be forcefully stretched again by his big cock only hours later.

Now that he was back inside her, he set a languid pace of deliberate forceful thrusts, for which he would lift Iroha up slightly every time he pulled out and then let her fall back onto his cock, getting himself impossibly deep inside her. He continued like this for a while, revelling in the feeling of being buried balls deep in her warm wet pussy.

Against her will, Iroha's pussy got wet very quickly every time he fucked her now. Her body knew how to fulfill its natural purpose much better than she did, Dennis thought as he continued roughly moving her up and down on his cock.

Iroha was ashamed at feeling herself get closer to orgasm yet again. It seemed that her uncle had figured out exactly how he could make her cum quickly whilst taking her, despite the soreness and pain that she still felt every time.

This was still one of the worst things about being fucked by her uncle, the way her own body betrayed her. But even as she thought that, she felt the delicious pleasure of her coming climax as her pussy started clenching around Dennis' big cock.

He started furiously pistoning in and out of her now, the way Iroha's pussy spasmed around him quickly pushing him over the edge too. As the first shot of cum left his twitching cock, he pushed himself inside her as far as he could and emptied his balls right into her womb, thrusting slightly with every new spurt whilst keeping himself deeply buried.

Now that he was finally done Iroha slumped against the back of the sofa and felt his warm release pool deep inside her, as she was tilted down so it couldn't escape. She didn't have the energy to cry every time he fucked her anymore, as she got so used to being used as his very own fucktoy, that she became a little bit more numb to it every time.

In the beginning she screamed and cried every time, after futilely trying to fight him off beforehand. But now she just did what he commanded her to most of the time and hoped for it to be over soon. Only when he told her to do something especially painful or undignified she fought him, like when he wanted her to ask him to fuck her or to expressly tell him that she liked what he did to her. But even then he would find a way to force her into doing so regardless of how much he fought.

Iroha winced as her uncle finally pulled his now limp cock out of her, the friction irritating her abused pussy as it was still overly sensitive from her last orgasm. A strong hand on her back stopped her from getting back on her feet yet, as Dennis started fondling her soft breasts with his other hand. He alternated between tweaking her nipples and cupping and squeezing her tits, now using both hands to play with Iroha's beautiful chest which made her whimper as he stimulated her sensitive tits. He liked keeping her in a position where his cum couldn't escape for a while after a thorough fuck, so like this he used the time to have some more fun with her.

Only after another ten minutes of playing with Iroha's breasts and later her clit, thus forcing another orgasm from her did Dennis let her stand again and left her as he went back to his office, deeply satisfied from another glorious fuck.

Two days later, Iroha still hadn't started her period. She was terrified about most likely already being pregnant, whereas her uncle was already feeling victorious as he made her take a pregnancy test to confirm what both expected. With trembling fingers holding the blue and white stick, Iroha sat on the side of the bathtub and prayed for it to not show her the result she dreaded. Dennis stood across from her, impatiently twitching his foot as he waited for the confirmation of his achievement. Two stripes appeared after another tense moment, and as Iroha started to sob at the now certainty that her uncle had succeeded at knocking her up. He bent down to pick her up and carried her off to the bedroom, setting her down on their bed before pulling her against him.

He was so hard as he thought about his niece now carrying his child that he couldn't wait to sink his cock back into her right now, but it wouldn't do for her to be crying the entire time and he needed her to calm down for the safety of the child. And for once he wanted her to actually enjoy it as he fucked her, even if it was just this one time.

"Iroha, listen to me."

She looked up at his command, so used to obeying his orders that it now came automatically.

"You are going to stop crying and calm down now. I told you that I would knock you up soon and now that you are pregnant, it doesn't do anything to cry about it. You are going to be so beautiful as your belly grows with our child and everything is going to be perfect. Just lean back and let me relax you."

With that, he pulled her further towards him, so she was leaning with her back against his chest, her legs between his on the bed. She only wore a short dress as he wanted her to during the summer, with nothing underneath so he had easy access. He now used his hands to spread her legs, whilst she was still silently crying as she lay against him, although her breathing had calmed somewhat and she was no longer sobbing loudly. Then he started slowly and tenderly stroking her clit, willing her to only feel pleasure at that moment so she would stop being so terrified and calm down.

This was the first time he really took his time in pleasuring her, without just doing so to get her to either get wet enough for sex or so he could feel her orgasming around his cock. This time it actually was about her, he wanted to calm her down about getting pregnant and also reward her this way for everything she was giving him, albeit against her will. Dennis started whispering words of praise into her ear as his other hand moved up under her dress to play with her breasts, but now he was careful and tender in his actions, wanting her to feel good about what he did. His other hand continued touching her clit as he slowly built up the pleasure.

Without thinking, Iroha felt herself leaning further into her uncle's embrace the longer he touched and praised her. It was getting increasingly difficult to focus on anything but the pleasurable sensations he evoked in her with his touch, so different to how his hands had felt on her before. Even the terror at having another life growing inside her against her will abated slowly as her mind became hazy and she felt herself slowly nearing her climax. This felt so much better than all the times he had forcefully made her cum in order to satisfy his own needs.

When he turned her around to straddle his lap, she didn't even try to stop him and let him kiss her deeply as he continued his ministrations on her clit and her sensitive breasts. He would do so anyway, no matter what she did, so why not just enjoy it and let it happen for once. She also let him take off her dress and move his mouth down to suck one of her hard nipples into his mouth, making her moan loudly at the stimulation.

Soon he had her cumming on his hand as he continued softly stroking her, guiding her through the best orgasm she had ever had. When she was done she slumped against him with her head on his shoulder, her face flushed and her breathing labored.

With her still limply leaning against him, Dennis pulled off the confining fabric of his boxers which his painfully hard cock had been straining against. His cock was weeping with precum and he desperately needed to feel it buried in Iroha's tight wet pussy.

"You were so great, baby, how about I make you feel that again?", he asked her in a much softer voice than he normally used with her. When she nodded with her face still buried in the crook of his neck, he slowly lifted her up and placed her right above his straining cock. He then slowly let her sink down upon it, hearing only a sharp inhale of breath from Iroha once he was buried fully inside her.

Still completely relaxed in her post-orgasmic haze, Iroha was surprised that she barely felt any pain when her uncle's cock entered her body, only the mild ache of her pussy stretching to accommodate him. And when he began rubbing her clit again as well as kissing the skin on her neck and shoulders tenderly, she didn't even protest as he began lifting her up and down on his cock.

After a few minutes of slow, sensual sex Iroha felt herself building up towards another powerful orgasm. She couldn't stop herself from moaning in pleasure now, and that spurred her uncle on to get a little more forceful with his actions. He began really thrusting into her from below as he felt himself speeding towards cumming too. Having his little pregnant niece blissfully moaning as he fucked her made him really enjoy this much slower, less rough sex. And when he finally used both his hands to really bounce her up and down on his cock as he started cumming, he was ecstatic as he felt his niece's pussy rhythmically spasming around him as she too came again.

The first time I saw Wonhee, she was standing in the kitchen of her family's house, humming to herself as she washed dishes. She was 18, all curves and soft skin, her long black hair cascading down her back in a messy ponytail. I am her father, thirty years older than her, and I couldn't help but feel a stirring in my pants as I watched her.

I cleared my throat, trying to hide my discomfort. "Need help with that?"

She turned to me, her eyes wide and innocent. "Oh, hey, Daddy. Sure, that'd be great."

As we worked side by side, I couldn't help but steal glances at her. Her breasts pressed against her t-shirt, her ass swaying as she moved. I was in trouble.

Over the next few weeks, I found myself seeking her out. I'd "accidentally" bump into her in the hall, or offer to help her with her homework. She'd blush and giggle, but never pulled away. I could see the desire in her eyes, matching my own.

One day, I caught her alone in the bathroom. She was leaning against the counter, her legs slightly parted. I could see the outline of her panties through her jeans.

"Wonhee," I said, my voice husky. "What are you doing?."

She looked at me, her eyes darkening. "I... Uhmm want to take a bath, daddy"

I closed the distance between us, my hands finding her hips. She let out a soft gasp as I kissed her, our tongues tangling. I could feel her heart racing, her breath coming in short gasps.

I trailed kisses down her neck, her collarbone, her chest. She moaned as I unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her soft, pale skin. I took one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking and nipping gently. She arched into me, her hands in my hair.

I slipped my hand into her jeans, finding her wet and ready. I stroked her clit, her hips bucking against my hand. She was so responsive, so eager. I couldn't wait to have her.

"We can't do this daddy, I am your daughter" Wonhee said

"But, I really want you wonhee, really want you as mine" I said

I turned her around, bending her over the counter. I could see her pussy, glistening and inviting. I licked her from behind, my tongue slipping into her folds. She moaned, her hands gripping the counter.

I stood up, my cock hard and aching. I slipped a finger into her, preparing her. She was tight, her muscles clenching around me. I added another finger, stretching her, making her moan.

I positioned myself at her entrance, my cock head nudging against her. I pushed in slowly, her muscles resisting at first, then giving way. She gasped, her body tensing.

"Relax, baby," I whispered, my hand on her back. "I've got you."

I started to move, slowly at first, then faster. She was so tight, so hot. I could feel her clenching around me, her moans echoing in the bathroom.

I pulled out, my cock glistening with her juices. I turned her around, lifting her onto the counter. I spread her legs, her pussy open and inviting. I slipped my cock into her again, this time going deeper. She cried out, her hands on my shoulders.

I started to move, my hips slapping against hers. I could feel her getting close, her muscles tensing. I leaned down, sucking on her nipple as I fucked her.

"Daddy ahhhh," she moaned. "I'm so close unghh."

I could feel her orgasm, her muscles clenching around me. I kept moving, my own orgasm building. I pulled out, my cock spurting onto her stomach, her pussy, her thighs. She watched, her eyes wide, her chest heaving.

I wasn't done yet. I turned her around again, this time bending her over the counter. I slipped two fingers into her pussy, getting them wet, then moved them to her ass. She tensed, but I soothed her, my hand on her back.

I pushed in slowly, her muscles resisting at first, then relaxing. I added another finger, stretching her, preparing her. She moaned, her body relaxed and ready.

I positioned my cock at her ass, pushing in slowly. She gasped, her body tensing. I held still, letting her adjust to me. Then I started to move, slowly at first, then faster.

"Fuck, Daddy" she moaned. "It feels so good."

I could feel her getting close again, her muscles clenching around me. I reached around, my fingers finding her clit. I rubbed it in time with my thrusts, her moans growing louder.

I could feel my own orgasm building, my cock throbbing. I pulled out, my cock spurting onto her ass, her back, her hair. She moaned, her body shaking with her own orgasm.

We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies pressed together, our breath coming in ragged gasps. Then I pulled back, my cock softening, my body sated.

She looked at me, her eyes soft. "I love you, Daddy."

I smiled, my heart swelling. "I love you too, Wonhee."

Minnie moves through her flow with the ease that comes from years of practice. Her dark hair is pulled into a loose bun, a few strands escaping to frame her face. Tanned skin gleams with a light sheen of sweat as she transitions from downward dog into a forward fold, reaching her palms flat to the mat. Her fitted black leggings hug the toned lines of her legs, and her cropped grey tank rides up with each stretch, exposing the flat plane of her stomach. She breathes in through her nose, slow and measured. Holds. Releases. The quietness in the room is total.

And it lasts exactly three more seconds.

The door swings inward with enough force to bounce the handle against the wall and Minnie's left eyebrow lifts a fraction of an inch before the rest of her face acknowledges the intrusion. She holds her plank. Controlled. Unbothered. The woman standing in the doorway does not share that quality.

"Okay, so I need to talk to you and I need you to not judge me and I need you to be honest and I need you to maybe also solve my entire problem because I am losing my mind."

Miyeon stands in the doorway, breathing hard as if she sprinted up the stairs. Her blonde hair is slightly messy, the soft waves tumbling around her face, and her cheeks are already flushed pink. She is wearing denim shorts that cut off mid-thigh, a white tank top, and an unbuttoned blue flannel shirt that she is currently gripping at the collar with both hands, twisting the fabric tight.

Minnie does not open her eyes. "Take your shoes off."

"I'm serious, Minnie."

"I can hear that you're serious. Shoes."

Miyeon kicks off her sneakers without untying them and starts pacing the length of the room, stepping around the yoga mat with careful footwork. Her hands migrate from the flannel to her own hair, raking through it, tugging at the ends. She cannot sit still. She cannot even stand in one place.

Minnie rises into mountain pose, pressing her palms together at her chest. "You're going to knock over my peace lily."

"I'm going to knock over a lot more than that if you don't help me." Miyeon stops, turns, starts pacing the other direction. "Okay. So. You know my new boyfriend, right?”

"The guy from the group dinner?"

"Yeah, the one with the, you know, the shoulders. We've been texting for like three weeks. We went out twice. It's going really well. Really, really well. He's sweet and he's funny and we have this trip planned for the weekend, his friend has a place in Sokcho and we're going and it's going to be very romantic and I'm very excited about that part."

Minnie shifts her weight, stepping back into warrior one. Her front knee bends deep, arms rising overhead. "Okay."

"And he's very..." Miyeon searches the ceiling for the right word. Her cheeks darken another shade. "He's experienced. Not in a gross way, just in a way where he knows what he likes and he communicates about it, which I actually appreciate because at least he's upfront."

"That sounds healthy."

"It IS healthy. That's not the problem."

Minnie extends her arms in warrior two, gaze steady over her front fingertips. "So what's the problem?"

Miyeon stops pacing. She faces the window, then turns back. Then faces the window again. Her hands are back on the flannel, twisting. "He's really into swallowing."

Silence settles over the room. The incense gives a tiny crackle..

Minnie blinks once, then smoothly transitions into Reverse Warrior, one hand sliding down her back leg as the other reaches overhead. "Okay.”

"Okay? That's it? Okay?!"

"What do you want me to say?"

"I don't know, something more than okay! I'm telling you I've never done that and I'm supposed to just... do it this weekend and I don't know what I'm doing, Minnie. I've never even tasted it before. Not once. Not even a little. Every guy I've been with before was always using condoms or pulling out or I just... redirected somewhere else. And now I'm going to Sokcho with this beautiful man who expects it and I'm going to gag or my face is going to do something weird or I'm going to hate it and I'll end up making this face and he'll think I'm immature and the whole weekend will be ruined."

She delivers this entire speech to a potted fern, because apparently looking at her friend during a confession is too much.

Minnie straightens up from her pose, pressing into her lower back with both hands. "First of all, take a breath."

"I am breathing."

"You're hyperventilating. Please breathe, sweetheart." She waits. Miyeon inhales, holds it, lets it out. Her shoulders drop about half an inch. "Good. Now. What exactly are you afraid of?"

"I TOLD you!! The gagging. The face. The taste. What if it's disgusting? People always joke about it tasting bad and I've read things online that say it's salty or bitter or metallic and some people say it makes them nauseous and I have a sensitive stomach, Minnie, you know I do. I threw up that one time from the smell of the fish market and that wasn't even in my mouth."

Minnie lowers herself onto the mat, crossing her legs into a seated position. She rests her hands on her knees, palms up, thumbs and index fingers touching. Utter composure. "I'm going to tell you something, and I want you to actually hear it."

Miyeon's doe eyes are wide, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. She nods.

"It's not a big deal," Minnie says. "I've tasted plenty. More than plenty. Different guys, different diets, different results. And yeah, some of them were a little bitter, some were salty, one was genuinely awful and I made him start drinking more water because I refused to put my mouth anywhere near him again. But overall? It's really not the horror show that the internet makes it out to be. It's a taste. You experience it for about five seconds and then it's gone."

"Just five seconds?"

"If you swallow right away, yeah. The whole dramatic buildup in your head is way worse than the actual thing."

"So you're saying I should just... go for it? This weekend. With no practice. Just wing it with a mouthful of something I've never tasted before and hope for the best?"

Minnie tilts her head, considering this. She uncrosses her legs and stretches one out in front of her, reaching for her toes with a slow fold. "No. I'm saying you should practice before this weekend so you actually know what to expect and you can go to Sokcho feeling confident."

"Taste some first," she repeats disdainfully. "Where would I even— Minnie, I can't exactly go to the store and buy a sample pack.”

Minnie sits up, rolling her shoulders. "You know who lives in this apartment."

At first, the words don't seem to mean anything.

Then they do.

The thought takes shape slowly, horribly, and then all at once. Her hands fly to her mouth. "NO! No, no, no— You mean your—"

"I want you to feel prepared." Minnie switches legs, reaching for the other foot. "And he's been on a regimen for a while now, so the timing is actually perfect."

"A regimen?"

"Pineapple juice every morning. Celery sticks with his lunch. Zinc supplements with dinner. I started making him smoothies too, kiwi and banana and a little honey. The results have been... significant."

Miyeon's expression slowly empties. "You... You gave your boyfriend a cum diet?”

"I improved his nutrition. The side effects just happen to be useful for me. For us, potentially." Minnie pulls her other knee in, wrapping her arms around it. "Trust me. I've optimized him. The volume alone is impressive and the taste is genuinely good. I wouldn't say that if it wasn't true."

Miyeon makes a strangled sound in the back of her throat. She sinks onto the floor across from Minnie, legs folded under her, the blue flannel pooling around her hips. Her face is the color of a ripe peach.

"You can't just optimize a person like a— like a lawn mower! That's not a thing people do!"

"I can and I did."

"That's genuinely insane, Minnie. You burned so much incense you gave yourself brain damage."

Minnie reaches for her water bottle, taking a slow sip. "Look. You came to me because you trust me. You're spiraling about something that doesn't need to be a crisis. I'm offering you a solution that lets you walk into this weekend with zero anxiety. When does that ever happen?"

Miyeon pulls at the hem of her denim shorts, picking at a loose thread. Her doe eyes drop to the floor. "I'd feel weird."

"Why?"

"Because it's your boyfriend..."

"He'd be fine with it."

"You haven't even asked him!"

Minnie's expression does not waver. "I know him. He'll be fine with it."

"You cannot possibly know that."

"I've been with him long enough to know what he says yes to." She pauses. "Which, honestly, is most things. I've trained him well."

"Oh my god, stop it." Miyeon covers her face with both hands.

Minnie smiles. "I'm kidding." Miyeon peeks at her through her fingers. "Mostly.”

Miyeon groans, pressing the heels of her palms into her eyes. "This is crazy. This is absolutely certifiably crazy. I'm sitting on your yoga mat discussing whether I should blow your boyfriend so I can learn what semen tastes like before my trip. This is a new low. This is rock bottom."

"It's not a low. It's practical. And you know what? I want you to feel confident this weekend. Let me help you. That's what friends do."

Minnie is looking at her now; sitting there, completely still, meeting her gaze with warm brown eyes that somehow manage to be teasing and reassuring at the same time.

Miyeon feels her resolve begin to crumble.

Annoyingly enough, Minnie's argument makes perfect sense. Better to know than spend weeks imagining the worst. Better to practice than completely embarrass herself when the moment finally comes.

"...Fine," she mumbles into her hands. "Okay. I'm in."

Minnie's lips curve into that knowing smile. She stretches her arms overhead, rolls her wrists, and rises from the mat in one fluid motion.

"Good. Finish freaking out and then come find me in his room in ten minutes."

She says it with the same casual tone someone might use to remind a friend to take the trash out. Miyeon stays exactly where she is, sitting cross-legged on the floor with burning cheeks and a pulse that refuses to slow, trying to figure out how she'd somehow let herself agree to this.

—

The thing about living with Minnie is that you learn to stop questioning her. Three months into the relationship, you stopped asking why there was always a carton of pineapple juice in the fridge. Four months in, you stopped wondering why she started packing celery sticks into your lunch. Five months in, she handed you a bottle of zinc supplements and told you they were for your immune system and you just took them, because that is what you do when Minnie decides something is happening. You nod, you comply, and somehow your life improves in ways you cannot fully explain.

You're sprawled across the bed, your laptop balanced on your stomach as a video about restoring a rusted '67 Mustang drones in the background. You're only half paying attention.

The bedroom reflects both of you in equal measure. Your side is clean and practical: a neatly organized desk with your PC setup, headphones hanging from a stand, and a small stack of books that rarely strays out of place. Everything serves a purpose.

Minnie's presence softens the rest of the room. A couple of trailing plants spill over a bookshelf, crystals and tiny ceramic trinkets sit beside neatly stacked books on mindfulness and philosophy, and a woven basket in the corner holds rolled-up yoga mats and resistance bands. A woven throw blanket lies folded at the foot of the bed you both share, while a couple of oversized cushions rest beneath the window, forming the quiet reading nook she insisted the apartment needed.

Today it's' the kind of slow, lazy afternoon that makes doing absolutely nothing feel like the most productive thing in the world.

Footsteps in the hallway. Two sets. One calm and measured. One quick and uneven.

You look up from your laptop screen and there they are, filling your doorframe. Minnie stands with one hand on the frame and the other on her hip, her dark hair now loose around her shoulders, still wearing her fitted black leggings and cropped grey tank from yoga. She looks like she just finished a photoshoot for some wellness brand, tanned skin glowing, warm brown eyes finding yours with absolute composure.

Behind her, half-hidden by Minnie's shoulder, is Miyeon. You can see the blue flannel first, then the edge of her face as she peeks around her friend. Her blonde hair falls in soft waves around her cheeks, which are currently the deepest shade of pink you have ever seen on a human person. Her doe eyes find yours for exactly one second before darting away to study the wall behind you with sudden intense fascination.

"Hey babe," Minnie says.

"Hey," you reply. You glance between them. "Everything okay?"

"Totally fine. I need to ask you something." She steps into the room. "Miyeon, come in. Stand somewhere. Stop hovering."

Miyeon shuffles in and plants herself near your desk chair, arms crossed tight over her chest, eyes fixed on the floor. She pulls the flannel tighter around herself as if she is cold, which she is not, because it is warm in here and her neck is blotchy red.

Minnie sits on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs underneath her. "So," she begins. "Miyeon has a situation." You look at Miyeon. Miyeon looks at the ceiling. "She's going on a trip this weekend with that guy she's been seeing. The one with the shoulders."

"Right. Yeah. Nice guy."

"He's great. Very communicative. Very open about what he likes." Minnie pauses, smoothing down a crease in her leggings. "He happens to be very into finishing in a girl's mouth, and Miyeon has never dealt with that before, so she came to me for advice because she's nervous about it. Understandably."

You look at Miyeon, who has now turned her entire body to face your bookshelf, examining titles she cannot possibly be reading because her eyes are unfocused and glassy. The flush has spread from her cheeks down to her neck, creeping past the collar of her tank top.

"And I suggested," Minnie continues, her tone as light and easy as if she is telling you about a sale at the grocery store, "that she practice beforehand so she knows what to expect. Get comfortable with the taste, the texture, all of that. Remove the mystery. And since you've been on my little health plan for a while now, the results have been pretty fantastic, so I told her you'd be happy to help."

The room falls silent. Only the voice from your laptop fills the air, some guy rambling about carburetors while your mind struggles to process what Minnie just said. Every thought grinding to a halt like a computer freezing. Then it reboots, slowly, one process at a time, loading information in fragments.

Practice. Her mouth. You. The thing that Minnie does. But Miyeon. Your girlfriend's friend. Your girlfriend is sitting on the bed telling you that her friend needs to practice swallowing cum and you are the designated practice dummy.

"Wait," you say. "Seriously?"

Minnie tilts her head. "Do I sound like I'm joking?"

"You never sound like you're joking. That's what makes it hard to tell."

Miyeon makes a small sound. Something between a cough and a whimper. "Can we maybe not call it a health plan out loud? Can we not describe it like that in front of him?"

"Why not? He should know what goes into his own body." Minnie gestures toward you casually. "You've been drinking pineapple juice every single morning for six weeks. Celery with lunch. Zinc with dinner. I blend you a smoothie three times a week with kiwi and banana and raw honey. Your loads have been thick, abundant, and genuinely tasty. I did that. On purpose."

"Oh my god," Miyeon whispers to the bookshelf.

"She's not wrong," you admit, because it is true and also because your brain has not fully caught up to the situation and is operating on autopilot. "The smoothies are really good."

"The smoothies are not the point," Minnie says with a slight eye roll. "The point is that I have spent considerable time and effort making sure that what comes out of you is actually pleasant to put in a mouth. And right now, Miyeon is terrified of something that she doesn't need to be terrified of, and I want to fix that. I'm asking you to be a good boyfriend and a good friend and just let her try it."

You look at Miyeon again. She has given up on the bookshelf and is now staring at her own feet, her hands shoved deep into the pockets of her flannel. Her shoulders are hunched up near her ears. Everything about her posture screams discomfort, but she has not left the room. She has not said no. She is still here, standing by your desk chair, breathing a little too fast.

"Miyeon," you say.

She finally looks up, meeting your eyes.

There's so much embarrassment written across her face that you almost feel guilty for her. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" you ask gently. "I mean... actually okay. Not just because Minnie managed to talk you into it."

Miyeon fidgets with the hem of her shirt, avoiding your gaze for a second before looking back.

"I-I think so? Or... I thought I was. Back in the yoga room it sounded... I don't know, kind of logical? B-But now I'm actually standing here and..." She lets out a tiny, breathless laugh. "...it suddenly feels very real." She rubs the back of her neck, cheeks burning. "I swear, this is exactly how I feel right before getting a shot at the doctor's office. Like I know I'll survive, but my brain is still screaming, 'Run.'”

"You're not getting a shot," Minnie says. "You're going to put a dick in your mouth. It's way more fun than a shot."

"You're really not helping," Miyeon mutters.

"I know." Minnie doesn't sound remotely apologetic. "I'm trying to keep you from spiraling."

Miyeon shoots her a look that says it's not working.

Minnie only smiles before turning to you. The teasing slipping away. She isn't pleading - Minnie doesn't do pleading - but there's a sincerity in her eyes that's hard to miss. "I wouldn't be asking if I didn't think this was the right call," she says. "She's my best friend. She's tying herself in knots over something that's completely fixable." She tilts her head ever so slightly. "You know that.”

You do know that. You know Minnie well enough to understand that when she presents a solution, she has already considered the alternatives and found them lacking. She does not waste effort on bad plans. If she is standing in your room asking this, she means it.

Your gaze moves from Miyeon's flushed cheeks and the blonde hair falling across them to Minnie's tanned skin and the patient curve of her lips, and somewhere in the back of your skull a small, rational voice is trying to remind you that this is the kind of situation that should require careful thought. Moral deliberation. At least a token moment of internal conflict.

Two of the most beautiful women you have ever seen are standing in your bedroom. One of them is your girlfriend. The other is her best friend. Your girlfriend is calmly, pleasantly asking if her best friend can put your dick in her mouth. For practice.

The whole thing is so far past absurd that it has circled back around to almost reasonable, the way things tend to when Minnie is involved. She has a gift for making the insane feel logical.

"Okay," you say.

Minnie's smile widens by a fraction. She lets out a pleased hum, the kind she makes when you finish your smoothie without being reminded. "Good boy. Thank you."

"Okay," Miyeon repeats. She exhales hard through her mouth, blowing a strand of hair off her face. "Okay. We're doing this. This is happening. I'm doing this."

"You're doing great already," Minnie says, rising from the bed.

You nod. Slowly, then with more certainty. "Yeah. I mean, if it helps, then yeah. I'm happy to help." You look at Miyeon, who is still examining the floor as if it contains the secrets of the universe. "You're in good hands. Seriously. Minnie knows more about sex than anyone I've ever met. She's basically a scholar. You couldn't have a better mentor for this."

"But isn't this... I don't know." Miyeon shifts her weight from one foot to the other, tugging at the hem of her flannel. "Isn't this kind of cheating? On both sides? You're her boyfriend and I'd be doing... that... to him. And Minnie's just standing there watching. That's weird, right? That has to be weird."

Minnie sighs. Not a frustrated sigh, more the gentle exhale of someone who has already anticipated this objection and prepared a response. She sits back down on the edge of your bed, folding one leg beneath her.

"That is exactly the problem with you two," she says. "You always focus on the physical act and never on what it represents."

"What-it-represents," Miyeon repeats flatly. "What's that even supposed to mean, Minnie?"

"Think about what you're actually doing here, Miyeon. You're not sneaking around behind anyone's back for fun. You're preparing. You're taking time out of your week to learn how to please a man you really like because you want him to have a good experience. That's thoughtful. Honestly, that might be the most considerate thing a girlfriend could do. You care enough about this guy to get it right."

She pauses, letting that settle.

"He gets a girlfriend who knows what she's doing and feels confident instead of panicking. You get to actually enjoy the weekend instead of dreading it. Where exactly is the harm?"

Miyeon brow furrows as the logic works its way through her anxiety.

"You don't agree?" Minnie asks.

"I mean... not at all, no. But I really want to do it right. So I guess it's better this way." She swallows hard. "He can never know about this. Ever. This goes to the grave."

"Fine, whatever." Minnie waves a hand dismissively. "Now start taking off your clothes."

Miyeon blinks. "Why do I need to take off my clothes? I only need my mouth for this."

"Because things tend to get messy and I'd rather not explain to your boyfriend why your favorite tank top has another man's dried cum on it. That would be a very different conversation than the one we're having right now." Minnie pulls her cropped grey tank over her head in one clean motion, tossing it onto your desk chair. Her torso is bare, tanned, still faintly glossy with sweat from her yoga session. The lines of her body are lean and toned, her stomach flat, her skin a warm golden brown under the bedroom light. "See? Easy. Now you."

Miyeon stares at the ceiling, her jaw working. Then she shrugs off the blue flannel, letting it drop onto the desk chair next to Minnie's tank. She pulls the white tank top over her head with a wince, like she is ripping off a bandage. Her denim shorts stay on. She stands there in her bra, arms crossed, looking like she wants to dissolve into the floor.

"Miyeon," Minnie says. "The bra too."

Miyeon's head snaps up. "W-Why?”

"Because you have beautiful breasts. Full, nice shape. Don't be shy about it, we're all among friends here."

"Have you been looking at my boobs?” Miyeon asks, caught off guard.

"Sometimes. Always respectfully, of course." Minnie's lips twitch. "Off. Come on."

Miyeon reaches behind her back and fumbles with the clasp, fingers slipping twice before she manages to unhook it. The bra slides down her arms, straps dragging along her skin, and she drops it onto the floor. Her breasts sit high on her chest, round and full, the pale skin of them almost luminous in the afternoon light. Her areolas are a soft dusty pink, puffy and delicate, each one a perfect circle framing nipples already stiff from the air, small and tight and flushed a deeper rose. They have a natural fullness that gives them weight without losing their shape, the kind that move softly with each nervous shift of her shoulders.

She immediately tries to cover them with her arms, crossing tight over her chest, shoulders hunched up near her ears.

And you have to side with Minnie on this one. Miyeon really does have beautiful breasts.

"Arms down," Minnie instructs gently. "There you go. Good."

She turns to you. "Sit on the edge of the bed."

You comply, shifting to the edge of the mattress, feet flat on the floor. Minnie kneels beside you first, then pats the floor on your other side. Miyeon lowers herself down awkwardly, folding her legs under her, still half-covering her chest with one arm.

Minnie reaches for your waistband with practiced hands, undoing the button and pulling your pants and underwear down in a single unhurried motion. You lift your hips to help her and she slides everything off, tossing them aside. Your cock rests against your thigh, half-hard already, which is understandable given the circumstances.

"Okay," Minnie says, wrapping her fingers loosely around your shaft. "How are you at giving head?"

Miyeon stares. "I don't... I don't know. Average, I think?"

"Right." Minnie strokes you slowly, her grip warm and familiar, and you feel yourself hardening further under her touch. "Then we're going to fix that. I'm going to teach you a few things so you can go to Sokcho and absolutely wreck this man. He's going to fall deeper in love with your mouth than he already is with the rest of you."

She turns to you, then back to Miyeon. "Watch my hand first. See how I'm not squeezing too hard? You want a firm hold but you don't want to choke it. Like you're holding a thick marker. Not a stress ball."

Miyeon nods, her doe eyes fixed on Minnie's hand moving along your length. Her lower lip is caught between her teeth again.

"Now, the head is the most sensitive part. Especially right here." Minnie runs her thumb across the underside of your tip, and your stomach tightens. "That's the sweet spot. You spend time there, you use your tongue, you don't ignore it. Most girls just try to take the whole thing immediately and that's fine, but if you want to drive him crazy, you start slow. Tongue first. Lips second. Then you take him deeper."

Miyeon leans forward slightly, watching with the intense concentration of someone taking notes for an exam.

"Open your mouth, sweetheart. Tongue out."

Miyeon obeys. Her jaw drops, her tongue extending past her plump lower lip, and she trembles visibly. Minnie angles your cock toward Miyeon's waiting mouth, guiding you with steady fingers until your tip brushes against Miyeon's tongue.

The first touch is electric. Miyeon's mouth is warm and wet, and the tentative press of her tongue against your slit sends a jolt up your spine. She freezes, blinks once, and you can see the exact moment surprise registers on her face. Her brow relaxes. Her eyes soften.

"Not bad, right?" Minnie says, watching her reaction with amusement. "Breathe through your nose. Relax your jaw. Don't clench. Good girl, just like that."

Miyeon takes more of you. Her lips close around your head, soft and pillowy, and she sucks gently, experimentally. The sensation draws a sharp breath from your lungs.

"That's it. Use your tongue while you suck. Circle the tip, then flatten it and lick the underside. He likes that. Don't you?" Minnie glances up at you.

"Yeah," you manage. "That feels really good."

Miyeon's eyes flick up to yours, wide and searching, and you watch something shift in them. The nervousness is still there but layered underneath it is a spark of determination. She wants to get this right. She hollows her cheeks and takes another inch, her lips stretching around your shaft.

"See, you're a natural," Minnie tells her, still gripping the base of your cock, stroking the part Miyeon can't reach. "Now take a little more. Slowly. Don't force it, just let your mouth get used to the thickness."

Miyeon sinks deeper. The wet heat of her mouth envelops you inch by inch, her tongue pressing flat against the underside of your shaft as she goes. She pulls back, takes a breath through her nose, then goes again. Deeper this time. A soft, muffled sound hums in her throat and the vibration travels straight through you.

"How does she feel, babe?" Minnie asks you, her tone conversational.

"Incredible. Her mouth is so tight, and her lips are..." You trail off, trying to find the right words while your brain is melting. "Really soft. She's doing really well."

Miyeon makes a small pleased sound around you, and the vibration sends another pulse of heat through your groin. Her head bobs with growing confidence, finding a rhythm that is uneven but enthusiastic. Saliva gathers at the corners of her mouth, slicking your shaft, making each stroke smoother than the last.

"Good. Keep that pace." Minnie shifts closer, her bare shoulder brushing Miyeon's. "Now, when you pull back, drag your lips along the underside. Like you're tracing a line. And when you get to the tip, give it a little suck before you go back down. Guys lose their minds over that."

Miyeon follows the instructions perfectly. Her mouth glides up your length, lips dragging, and when she reaches the head she sucks with a gentle pressure that makes your fingers curl into the bedsheet. Then back down, deeper, her tongue working in slow circles.

"Holy shit," you breathe.

Minnie smiles. "See? I told you. Natural talent." She looks up at you. "She's doing well?"

"Really well. Her mouth is so warm, and the way she's using her tongue right now is..." You inhale sharply as Miyeon does the thing Minnie just taught her, sucking at your tip with perfect pressure. "Really, really well."

Miyeon's eyes are closed now, her blonde hair swaying with each movement of her head. The flush on her cheeks has spread down her neck and across the upper swell of her breasts. Her nipples are hard, pressing against the air, and she has stopped trying to cover herself entirely. Her hands rest on your thighs, fingers curled lightly against your skin.

"Don't forget to use your hands too," Minnie coaches. "Wrap one around the base. Squeeze gently while you suck. That way your mouth doesn't have to do everything at once."

Miyeon lifts her right hand and wraps her fingers around your shaft below where her mouth is working, mirroring the grip Minnie demonstrated earlier. She strokes in time with her mouth, hand and lips moving together, and the dual sensation makes your hips twitch involuntarily.

"Sorry," Miyeon mumbles around you, pulling back slightly.

"Don't apologize. He loved that." Minnie squeezes your thigh reassuringly. "You can use your other hand too. Play with him a little. He's sensitive right under the head, I already showed you, but also try lower. Cup him gently."

Miyeon's left hand moves up, her fingers finding you tentatively. Instead of going lower like Minnie suggested, her thumb drifts upward and settles directly against your frenulum, that small ridge of skin just beneath the head where the nerve endings cluster so densely that even the lightest contact registers like a current. She traces across it with her thumb pad, slow and curious, exploring the texture, and your entire body locks up. Your breath catches mid inhale and your stomach muscles clench hard, every fiber of attention in your body narrowing to that single point of contact where her fingertip is drawing tiny circles against the most sensitive skin you possess.

She looks up at you through her lashes, checking your reaction, and your jaw is so tight you cannot form a coherent response. She takes your silence as encouragement and does it again, pressing slightly firmer, rolling the pad of her thumb across the ridge in a slow, deliberate arc that sends a pulse of pleasure straight through your groin. Her mouth is still working your tip, lips sealed around the head, and the combination of her warm wet tongue sliding across the top while her thumb tortures the underside creates a dual sensation that makes your vision swim.

"Yeah, there you go," Minnie murmurs. "You found his weakness, keep going.”

"She's a fast learner," you tell Minnie, and Miyeon's eyes shine at the compliment.

"Of course she is. She has a good teacher." Minnie shifts her position slightly, watching Miyeon work with the critical eye of a master appraising a promising student. "Now try taking him deeper. As far as you can comfortably go. If you feel like you're going to gag, slow down and breathe. There's no rush."

Miyeon lowers her mouth onto you again, taking more this time. Her lips stretch wider, the tight ring of her mouth sliding down your shaft until she has taken most of you. A small gag catches in her throat and she pauses, eyes watering, breathing hard through her nose.

"Breathe," Minnie reminds her. "Hold there for a second. Let your throat adjust."

Miyeon holds. The tight clench of her throat around your tip is almost unbearable, hot and squeezing and so impossibly wet. She swallows once, reflexively, and the rippling sensation makes your head drop back.

"Good girl," Minnie murmurs. "Now pull back slow."

Miyeon slides up, gasping when your cock leaves her mouth, a thick string of saliva connecting her lower lip to your tip. She wipes her chin with the back of her hand, chest heaving.

"How am I doing?" she asks, looking between you and Minnie with swollen lips and messy hair.

"So good," you tell her, and it's the absolute truth.

"You're doing beautifully," Minnie confirms. "Keep going. Same rhythm. Mix it up between deep and shallow, keep him guessing."

Miyeon dives back in. She finds a pattern now, three shallow strokes followed by one deep, her tongue swirling across your head each time she pulls back. Her hand works the base in a twisting motion that Minnie must have taught her through osmosis because it is devastating. Her other hand cups and rolls your balls with a gentle curiosity that keeps your entire body thrumming.

Your hips begin to move on their own, small involuntary thrusts upward that meet her mouth halfway. Miyeon takes them without complaint, adjusting her angle, opening her throat to accommodate you. Drool spills down your shaft, pooling at the base where her fingers work, slicking every inch.

Minnie watches the two of you with sharp, attentive eyes. She reads the tension in your thighs, the way your stomach muscles are clenching, the subtle shift in your breathing. She knows your body better than you do.

"Okay, Miyeon." Minnie's hand comes to rest on the back of your thigh, her thumb tracing a slow circle. "He's getting close.”

Minnie shifts beside Miyeon, her tanned shoulder pressing against Miyeon's pale one. The contrast is striking in the afternoon light, golden brown against porcelain. "Keep going," Minnie tells her. "But focus on the tip now. Just the head. Use your tongue in little circles right underneath where it's most sensitive."

Miyeon pulls back until only your tip rests between her lips. Her tongue moves exactly as instructed, tracing tight, wet circles across the underside of your head, and the concentrated sensation makes your thigh muscles flex hard.

"Good. Don't stop cupping his balls. Yeah, just like that.”

Miyeon makes a soft sound of acknowledgment around your cock, her eyes widening. She squeezes gently, rolling her fingers, and the ache that has been building in your pelvis intensifies to something urgent and throbbing.

“Feel how heavy he is?” Minnie asks, watching Miyeon’s fingers explore you. “I’ve spent weeks filling him with water, fruit, zinc, everything his body needs to make thick, sweet loads. Then I drain his balls myself often enough to keep him producing plenty. All that weight in your hand is fresh cum, sweetheart, and he’s about to pump every drop of it into your mouth.”

"You're talking about me like I'm livestock," you manage, your jaw tight.

"Hush. She needs to understand what she's working with." Minnie looks at Miyeon, whose mouth is still wrapped around your head, sucking with slow, careful pressure. "When he finishes, it's going to be a lot. More than you're expecting. Just hold still, keep your mouth open, and let it happen. Don't try to swallow right away. Let it sit on your tongue so you can actually taste it."

Miyeon pulls off you just long enough to breathe, "Okay," before sinking back down.

Your hips are moving now, small grinding thrusts into the wet heat of her mouth. Miyeon takes them, her plump lips sealed tight around your shaft, her tongue still working that devastating pattern against your frenulum. Her hand massages you below, fingers gentle but curious, squeezing and rolling your balls in a rhythm she seems to be discovering on her own.

The pressure is building low in your stomach, a heavy tightness that spreads through your groin and down into your thighs. Your breathing has gone ragged. Your hands grip the edge of the mattress, knuckles white.

Minnie sees it before you say anything. She reads the tension in your body the way she reads a yoga pose, identifying every strained muscle and held breath. Her hand comes to rest on your inner thigh, her thumb pressing into the tense muscle there.

"He's almost there," she tells Miyeon. Her tone drops, softer, coaxing. "Keep your mouth open. I want you to taste all of it."

Miyeon releases your cock from her lips and tilts her head back, mouth open wide, tongue extended. Her doe eyes look up at you, glassy and nervous and so impossibly pretty. Minnie wraps her fingers around your shaft and aims you directly at Miyeon's waiting tongue, stroking with a firm, steady grip.

The first wave hits you all at once. Your orgasm tears through your body, your hips jolting as your cock throbs violently in Minnie's hand. The first rope of cum is thick and heavy, a solid stripe of white that lands across the center of Miyeon's tongue and pools at the back of her mouth. Miyeon flinches, her eyes squeezing shut for a fraction of a second, but she holds her position. Minnie keeps stroking, squeezing upward, and the second spasm hits even harder than the first. Another thick rope, this one landing across Miyeon's lower lip and the front of her tongue, warm and dense, coating her tastebuds in a heavy layer.

"Stay open," Minnie murmurs. "Good girl."

The third spasm pumps out a long, viscous strand that collects on Miyeon's tongue and immediately begins spreading, warm and thick, mixing with the saliva already pooling there. Miyeon's cheeks flush a deep crimson as her mouth fills, the warm fluid settling across every surface, coating the inside of her cheeks, pooling beneath her tongue. A small amount escapes the corner of her lips, trailing down her chin in a slow, heavy drip.

Minnie milks you through every pulse, her thumb pressing along the underside of your shaft from base to tip, coaxing out each spasm with practiced efficiency. The fourth and fifth spurts are shorter but still substantial, adding to the growing warmth in Miyeon's mouth. Your cum sits on her tongue in a thick, opaque pool, warm and slightly sweet from weeks of pineapple and celery and zinc, the texture dense and silky. Miyeon holds it all, her cheeks hollowing slightly as she tries to contain the volume.

The last few pulses are weaker, just thin streams that Minnie wrings from you with slow, careful strokes. She squeezes from the very base upward, dragging her grip along your entire length, and catches the final bead of cum on her thumb before it can escape. She wipes it across Miyeon's lower lip.

"There you go," Minnie says softly. "All of it. Don't swallow yet. Close your mouth and taste it."

Miyeon's lips close slowly. Her eyes are still wide, still shocked by the sheer amount, but she doesn't pull away. She holds your cum in her mouth, her tongue moving tentatively through the thick fluid, and you watch her expression shift. The furrow in her brow smooths out. Her eyes lose some of their frantic edge. She blinks once, twice, and something like quiet surprise crosses her flushed features.

"Well?" Minnie asks, watching her closely.

Miyeon parts her lips, and you can see the white still pooling on her tongue, thick and warm. "Itsh..." She catches herself, closes her mouth, swishes the cum gently between her cheeks like she's sampling wine. "warhm. An’ sho thick. Buh id doeshn tash bad ad all. Id’sh kinda shweet... no’ like shuggar. Jush... good."

"Told you." Minnie's lips curve. "But don't swallow all of it. Save some for me."

Miyeon's eyes go wide. A muffled sound escapes her throat, something between a question and a squeak. Her cheeks are bulging slightly, still full.

Minnie rises from her knees and moves in front of Miyeon. She cups Miyeon's jaw with one hand, tilting her chin upward, and leans in. Miyeon makes a strangled noise of surprise but doesn't pull back. Minnie's lips meet hers, soft and unhurried, and the kiss deepens as Minnie's mouth opens against Miyeon's.

The transfer happens slowly. Minnie's tongue slides between Miyeon's lips, meticulous and probing, and you can see the moment the cum passes between them. Miyeon's throat works, a small gulp, and then she opens wider, sharing the thick fluid back and forth. Their tongues move together, slick and messy, coated in the heavy white cum that strings between their mouths each time they shift angles. Minnie's hand stays firm on Miyeon's jaw, holding her steady, controlling the pace. Some of the cum escapes during the exchange, trailing down Miyeon's chin, dripping onto the swell of her bare breast.

They pull apart after a long, suspended moment. A thick, glistening string of mixed saliva and cum connects their lower lips, stretching before it snaps and lands on Miyeon's thigh. Both girls swallow at almost the same time, throats bobbing, and Minnie licks the remaining trace from her upper lip.

"See?" Minnie says, her breathing only slightly elevated. "Nothing to be scared of."

Miyeon sits back on her heels, chest heaving, her lips swollen and glistening. Her entire face is flushed, from her cheeks down to her collarbones, and her blonde hair is messy where her hands have raked through it. "That was... a lot. That was really a lot."

"You handled it perfectly."

"No, I mean... the amount." Miyeon blinks, still sounding dazed. "There was so much. How is there that much? What have you been feeding him?"

Minnie lets out a quiet laugh. "Enough, apparently." She tilts her head. "More importantly... what did you think of the taste? The verdict.”

Miyeon runs her tongue over her lower lip, gathering the last trace of flavor with an unhurried curiosity. Her wide eyes settle on you again, the earlier uncertainty giving way to open interest and a quiet eagerness she no longer seems able to hide.

"I liked it. I really liked it." She pauses, seeming almost embarrassed to admit the next part. "Damn, it's really fucking good. It's kind of addictive. That sounds insane, right? I was so scared and now I want more. That's insane."

"It's not insane. It means my regimen works." Minnie looks entirely too satisfied with herself.

Miyeon's gaze drops to your lap. You are still hard, your cock glistening with saliva and the slick residue of your orgasm, resting against your thigh. She stares at it for a long beat, her lower lip caught between her teeth.

“Can we do that again?” She pauses to wet her lips, her attention lingering between Minnie and your cock. “I mean properly this time, with both of us taking turns on him. I want to see what it feels like when we do it together.”

Minnie's laugh is delighted, bright and genuine. "Look at you. One taste and you're hooked."

Miyeon's face burns red all over again, but she does not deny it. Her eyes stay fixed on you, on your cock, and her tongue slips out to wet her lips one more time.

"Lucky boy," Minnie says to you, her fingers wrapping around your still-wet shaft. She gives you a slow stroke, almost absent-minded. "Round two."

You laugh, the sound coming out breathless and shaky because your body has not fully recovered from the first orgasm and already she is handling you again. "You two don't even care about me, do you? I'm just a training dummy."

"Yep," Minnie says.

"Basically," Miyeon adds, and then covers her mouth, shocked at her own boldness.

They both smirk at you. Identical expressions of amusement on completely different faces.

"Feel free to practice on my dick until she's confident enough," you tell them. "I'll manage somehow."

"Oh, you'll manage." Minnie squeezes you and your cock twitches in her grip, already filling out again, the refractory period of a man who has been nutritionally optimized by his girlfriend whether he asked for it or not. She leans down and runs her tongue along the underside of your shaft, base to tip, cleaning the residue from the first round. "Miyeon, get down here. You wanted the full experience."

She positions herself on your left and Minnie takes the right, their bare shoulders pressing together. Two mouths at your disposal. The visual alone is enough to restart your heart.

Miyeon goes first. She leans in and takes your head into her mouth, sinking down with a hunger that was not there ten minutes ago. Her lips stretch around your girth and she moans around you, a soft, genuine sound that vibrates through your entire cock. Her enthusiasm is messy and artless, saliva spilling from the corners of her mouth, her head bobbing at an uneven pace, taking you deep and then pulling off too far before sinking back down. She is making up for her lack of technique with sheer effort, sucking hard, her tongue moving in frantic circles.

"Slow down a little," Minnie coaches, pressing her lips against the base of your shaft and dragging them upward along the side. "Enjoy it. You don't have to race."

Miyeon adjusts, finding a steadier rhythm, and Minnie mirrors her on the opposite side. Their tongues meet along the sensitive underside of your shaft, both wet and warm and moving in different directions, Miyeon's broad and flat, Minnie's pointed and precise. The sensation is staggering. Two different textures of heat sliding against your skin, overlapping, tangling.

"Fuck," you hiss through your teeth.

Minnie pulls back, a strand of saliva connecting her lower lip to your cock. "You taste like my smoothies," she observes, almost to herself. She looks up at you with those calm brown eyes and takes your entire length into her mouth in one smooth, controlled motion. No gag, no hesitation. Her lips press flush against the base of your cock and her throat tightens around your head, and she holds there, breathing steadily through her nose, before pulling back just as slowly. The tightness of her throat dragging along your shaft makes your vision blur.

Miyeon watches with her lips parted, eyes wide. "How did you... how do you just do that?"

"Practice. Lots of it." Minnie wipes her chin and gestures toward you. "Try it. Breathe in deep first, then go down and don't stop. If you feel your throat closing up, swallow instead of pulling back. That opens it up."

Miyeon squares her shoulders, blows out a breath, and lowers her mouth onto you. She takes the first few inches easily, her technique already improved from earlier. Then she pushes further, past where she stopped before, and you feel the tight ring of her throat press against your tip. She gags, her whole body jerking, eyes watering. But she does not pull off. She swallows hard, exactly as Minnie instructed, and her throat opens enough to let your head slip through. A strangled moan escapes her, muffled around your cock, and tears prick at the corners of her eyes.

"Good," Minnie murmurs, running her hand along Miyeon's bare back. "Hold it. Three seconds."

Miyeon holds. Three seconds. Then she pulls back gasping, coughing, drool hanging from her chin in long strings. Her face is a mess of saliva and tears and she is smiling. Actually smiling.

"I did it," she says, breathless and proud.

"You did it." Minnie kisses her shoulder. "Your boyfriend is going to lose his entire mind."

They fall into a shared rhythm after that. No more instruction, no more correction. Miyeon takes you deep while Minnie's tongue works the base, then they switch. Miyeon sucks your tip while Minnie engulfs the rest. Their lips brush against each other constantly, meeting at the midpoint of your shaft, tongues sliding together over your skin. The sounds are obscene, wet and slick and sloppy, mixed with Miyeon's muffled moaning and Minnie's controlled breathing.

Your hands find their hair. Your right hand sinks into Minnie's dark locks, gripping at the root, and your left tangles in Miyeon's blonde waves. You hold them both, steering gently, and they let you. Miyeon whimpers when your fingers tighten in her hair, pushing herself harder onto you in response. Minnie hums with approval, the vibration traveling straight to your core.

Both mouths descend on your shaft simultaneously, one on each side, lips pressed together with your cock between them. They move up and down in unison, their tongues meeting across the top of your shaft, kissing around you, moaning into each other's mouths. The heat is unbearable. Wet, slick, squeezing, two chins dripping with mixed saliva, four eyes looking up at you from below.

Minnie pulls back, catching her breath. She wraps her hand around you, stroking slowly, and looks at Miyeon. "One more thing. A guy who likes a girl who swallows naturally also likes to see her covered in cum. It's basically the rule. You should know that going in."

Miyeon blinks. "Covered? Like... on my face?"

"On your face. On your lips. Dripping down your chin. Guys are visual, Miyeon. He wants to see what you did for him. He wants to look at you and know that you took everything he gave you and wore it." Minnie strokes you with a firm grip, her thumb rubbing circles under your head. "So this time, you're going to get cum on your pretty little face. Both of us are. Consider it the final exam."

The pressure is building again, heavier this time, a deep ache that radiates from your pelvis through your thighs. Both girls are looking up at you, Miyeon's blonde hair tangled around your fingers, Minnie's dark hair gripped in your other fist. Their faces are flushed, lips swollen and shining, cheeks wet with spit. They are pressed shoulder to shoulder, faces tilted upward, mouths open and waiting.

"I'm close," you warn them.

Minnie takes your cock from her stroking hand and aims it directly at their faces. "Stay right there," she tells Miyeon. "Don't move. Keep your eyes open if you can."

The second orgasm tears through you harder than the first. Your cock pulses violently in Minnie's grip and the first thick rope of cum launches across Miyeon's left cheek, a heavy white stripe that stretches from her cheekbone to the corner of her mouth. She flinches but holds steady, her doe eyes widening as the warmth hits her skin. The second spasm is just as strong, a thick glob that lands on Miyeon's lower lip and tongue, pooling there before dripping down her chin. She gasps, her breath hitching, and the next rope catches her across the bridge of her nose, painting a line of white across her flushed, pretty face.

Minnie angles you toward herself. The fourth spasm streaks across her forehead, a long viscous strand that drips down between her eyebrows. The fifth catches her nose and upper lip, thick and heavy, coating her full lips in a layer of opaque white. She keeps her eyes open, watching your cock twitch and spasm with that same calm, analytical gaze, even as her face gets painted. The sixth spasm is weaker but still substantial, a glob that lands on her chin and immediately begins dripping down onto her tanned chest.

You groan through the final pulses, your hips jerking forward as the last thick beads ooze from your tip. Minnie milks them out with slow, firm strokes, directing the remaining cum onto Miyeon's waiting tongue. The last strand stretches from your slit to Miyeon's lower lip before breaking and settling on her chin.

Both girls kneel before you, faces upturned and glazed. The volume is staggering, thick ropes of white streaking across Miyeon's cheeks, her nose, her lips, her chin. Cum on Minnie's forehead, her nose, her lips, dripping from her chin in slow, heavy drops. They are gasping, blinking through the mess, and then Miyeon starts giggling. A breathless, disbelieving sound that makes Minnie laugh too.

"Oh my god," Miyeon says, touching her cum-covered cheek with her fingertips. The thick fluid smears under her touch, warm and slippery. She pulls her fingers away and a string of white stretches between them. "Oh my god, there's so much. It's everywhere."

Minnie runs her tongue across her upper lip, gathering the cum that has pooled there, and swallows. "Told you. Optimized."

"You're actually insane and I love you."

Minnie turns to face Miyeon. Both of them are a mess, faces shining and streaked. She reaches out and cups Miyeon's jaw, tilting her face. "Hold still."

She leans in and drags her tongue across Miyeon's left cheek, collecting a thick stripe of cum in one long, slow lick from jaw to cheekbone. Miyeon exhales sharply, her eyes fluttering shut. The sensation of Minnie's warm wet tongue sliding across her skin sends a visible shiver through her body. Minnie swallows and licks again, this time across Miyeon's chin, gathering the cum that has dripped there, her tongue pressing firm and thorough against Miyeon's skin.

Miyeon lets out a shaky breath and says, "That's really fucking kinky."

"Good kinky or bad kinky?" Minnie asks.

Miyeon's cheeks burn beneath the thin layer of saliva Minnie has left behind. "Really, really good kinky.”

Minnie kisses the corner of Miyeon's mouth, where a thick glob of cum has collected, and sucks it clean. Then she pulls back and waits. Miyeon gets the message. She leans forward and runs her tongue across Minnie's forehead, licking up the long strand of white that has been slowly dripping down between Minnie's eyebrows. The taste hits her again, warm and thick and sweet, and she moans softly before swallowing. She licks across Minnie's nose, gathering the cum pooled there, then down to Minnie's lips, where their tongues meet again in a messy, slow kiss that mixes saliva and cum between them.

They clean each other's faces with lazy, thorough strokes of their tongues. Minnie licks a trail down Miyeon's cheek to her jaw. Miyeon returns the favor, dragging her tongue along the edge of Minnie's chin where cum has dripped onto her tanned neck. They are savoring it, taking their time, swallowing each collected taste with soft sounds of satisfaction. When they finish, their faces are glistening with saliva but the cum is gone, eaten, shared between them.

Miyeon turns to Minnie, her lips still glistening, her cheeks still burning. "So... could we maybe do this again? Like, one more time before I leave on Saturday?"

Minnie grins, lazy and fulfilled. She wraps her fingers around your spent cock and leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your tip. "I'll double his pineapple intake tonight." She tilts her head to look up at you. "Thanks for being a good sport, baby. Knew you'd come through."

Miyeon looks at you too, face flushed and warm, blonde hair an absolute wreck, doe eyes bright with gratitude. "Seriously, thank you. I actually feel ready for once. Like I know what I'm doing now."

He pushed through the glass doors into the lobby, the cool air conditioning a relief after the heat outside. The elevator doors stood open, and he stepped inside, shifting the boxes to free one hand so he could press the button for the fifth floor. Before his finger could reach it, a tall figure slipped in at the last second.

She was striking. At 5'8", her long legs were on full display in tight running shorts that hugged her hips and thighs. A cropped tank top clung to her torso, damp with sweat from her morning run, the fabric slightly translucent in places where it stuck to her skin. Blonde hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, strands sticking to her forehead and neck. Her cheeks were flushed, and she breathed a little heavier than normal, but her energy radiated outward like sunlight.

"Ohh, 5th floor? You must be the new tenant. The landlord mentioned something about a guy moving to our floor yesterday," she said with a bright smile, pressing the button herself. "It's not everyday we get a new neighbor. I'm Somi by the way."

Y/N looked up from the boxes, and his gaze lingered. She was beautiful in a way that felt effortless—tall and athletic, with curves that the running clothes accentuated rather than hid. Sweat glistened on her collarbones and trailed down between her breasts, visible where the tank top dipped low. Her legs were toned and smooth, the muscles shifting as she shifted her weight. He couldn't help but stare for a moment longer than polite.

Somi noticed immediately. Her lips curved into a teasing grin. "Caught you looking, newbie. Like what you see?"

Y/N met her eyes without hesitation. "Hard not to when you're standing there looking like you just stepped out of a fitness magazine. The sweat seems to make your skin glow."

She laughed, a clear, energetic sound that filled the small elevator space. "Bold. I like that. Most guys get all shy and stare at the floor. You're moving in today, right? All those boxes scream 'first day chaos.'"

"Yeah, just got the keys this morning," Y/N replied, adjusting his grip on the stack. "Figured I'd get everything up before it gets too late."

"Smart. The elevator can be slow sometimes, especially when everyone's coming back from work or the gym. I'm Somi, by the way—wait, I already said that. Night-shift bartender at Dusk till Dawn in Itaewon-ro. You know the place? Neon signs, loud music, drinks that make you forget your problems until the next morning."

"Heard of it," Y/N said. "Sounds like the kind of spot where the bartenders keep the energy high."

"Exactly. That's me—energetic, flirty, and always ready with a smile. Or a wink if the tip's good." She leaned against the elevator wall, one leg bent slightly, the shorts riding up just enough to show more skin. Sweat ran down her inner thigh, and she didn't seem to mind the way Y/N's eyes followed it. "So, what's your story? College kid? You look about twenty."

"Just admitted to Yonsei University" he answered. "Creative Technology Management. Didn't want the dorm life, so here I am."

"Yonsei, huh? Fancy. Creative tech—sounds like you could build apps or design experiences or something. Bet you'll be busy with projects. But don't forget to have fun. The fifth floor has a reputation for that."

The elevator dinged as it reached the fifth floor. Somi stepped out first, turning to face him with that same teasing expression. "I live in apartment 509. Right down the hall from wherever you're headed. See you around, newbie. I have a feeling you'll enjoy living here. Especially with neighbors like me."

She gave him a playful wink, then turned and walked toward her apartment, her ass swaying in the tight shorts, the fabric clinging to every curve. Sweat made the material darker in spots, outlining the shape of her body as she moved.

Y/N watched her go for a second before heading the other way to his own unit. The hallway was clean, with soft lighting and the faint smell of cleaning products. Doors lined both sides, some with welcome mats or small decorations. He found his apartment, unlocked the door, and stepped inside.

The space was empty except for the basic fixtures—a small kitchenette, a living area, and a bedroom with a bed frame already in place. He spent the next four hours hauling boxes up from the lobby, making multiple trips in the elevator. Each time he passed Somi's door, he wondered if she'd come out again, but the hallway stayed quiet. By the time he finished, sweat of his own dampened his shirt, and his arms ached from the weight. He set the last box down in the living room and took a breath.

Unpacking took another couple of hours. He sorted clothes into the closet, set up his laptop on the small desk, arranged books and tech gadgets on shelves. The apartment started to feel like his—posters on the walls, a few personal items scattered around. When he finally finished, the clock showed early afternoon. His stomach growled, reminding him he hadn't eaten since breakfast.

Y/N grabbed his keys and headed out, locking the door behind him. The building felt alive with the sounds of other tenants—music from one apartment, laughter from another. He took the elevator down and stepped out into the Seoul streets, the sun still high overhead. He wandered a few blocks, looking for a place to grab lunch, eventually spotting a small diner with a cozy interior and the smell of grilled meat wafting out.

Inside, the diner was half full. He chose a booth near the window and ordered a simple meal—bulgogi with rice and kimchi. While waiting, he glanced around at the other customers. That's when he noticed her.

Hanni sat at the counter, finishing what looked like a pastry and coffee. She had a professional yet approachable look—dark hair tied back neatly, wearing a clean chef's jacket over casual pants. Her posture was relaxed, but there was an air of precision about her, like someone used to working with delicate ingredients. She caught his eye and smiled politely.

"Mind if I join you?" she asked, sliding off the stool and approaching his booth. "The counter's getting crowded, and you look like you're new around here."

Y/N gestured to the seat across from him. "Sure, go ahead."

She sat down, setting her coffee cup on the table. "I'm Hanni. Pastry Chef at the restaurant just around the corner. Off for my lunch break right now. You?"

"Y/N," he said. "Just moved into the apartment complex a few blocks back. Fifth floor."

Hanni's eyebrows rose slightly. "Really? I live on the same floor—apartment 504. Small world. What brings you to Seoul?"

"College," he replied. "Yonsei University. Creative Technology Management."

"Impressive," she said, taking a sip of her coffee. "Creative tech sounds very cutting edge and innovative. Bet you have some interesting projects lined up. I'm more on the food side—pastries, desserts, things that require patience and a steady hand. The restaurant I work at does high-end French-Asian fusion. Lots of delicate plating and unique flavors."

They talked easily. Y/N described his move-in day, the boxes, the elevator ride. Hanni listened with interest, asking questions about his studies and offering tips about the neighborhood—best coffee shops, quiet study spots, places to avoid during rush hour. The conversation flowed naturally, touching on Seoul's vibrant food scene and the mix of old and new that defined the city.

At one point, Somi came up in the chat. Y/N mentioned the tall blonde he'd met in the elevator.

"Yeah? Tall. Blonde. Long legs to die for? Did she also flirt with you?" Hanni asked, a knowing smile on her face.

"As a matter of fact she did," Y/N answered honestly.

Hanni chuckled softly. "I wouldn't get my hopes up, that's just how she is with everyone. She has to be 'extra' friendly at the bar where she works, also serve everyone in sexy outfits. Keeps the tips coming, you know?"

They finished their meals while continuing the pleasant chat. Hanni shared stories from the kitchen—burnt sugar disasters, perfect soufflés, late-night experiments with new recipes. Y/N talked about his expectations for university life, the freedom of living alone, and his plans to explore the city. Time passed quickly, the diner filling with more lunch crowds before thinning out again.

Eventually, Hanni checked her watch. "Break's almost over. I need to head back to the restaurant."

Y/N nodded. "Yeah, I should get back to the apartment too. Still have some unpacking to finish."

They stood up together, paid separately, and stepped out into the street. Hanni gave him a friendly wave. "See you around the building, neighbor."

Y/N watched her walk away before turning in the opposite direction, heading back toward the apartment complex. The sun had shifted slightly, casting longer shadows on the pavement. He reached the building, rode the elevator up to the fifth floor, and unlocked his door once more.

Inside, the apartment felt familiar already. He closed the door behind him, the sounds of the city fading into the background. The boxes were mostly unpacked, but there was still work to do.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, reflecting on the day—the energetic encounter with Somi, the easy conversation with Hanni, the start of something new in this Seoul apartment on the infamous fifth floor.

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