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But Minju is anything but innocent tonight.

She’s been the free-use angel of the staff for weeks. Word spread quickly after the first producer bent her over a makeup table. Now, whenever she’s scheduled for a music show, the crew knows they can have her.

Two stagehands approach her on the stairs. Minju’s eyes light up.

“Need some stress relief before the stage?”

She asks sweetly, already spreading her legs.

The first man, tall and rough-looking, doesn’t waste time. He pulls her up by the arm, spins her around, and bends her over, her knees on the stairs, hands two steps above them. Minju’s dress flips up instantly, revealing she’s not wearing panties. Her bare pussy is already dripping. He frees his cock and pushes into her in one thrust, groaning at how tight and wet she is.

Minju moans, pressing her palms flat onto the step as he starts fucking her hard from behind. Her ass jiggles with his thrusts. The floral fabric bunches around her waist. Another staff member sits down a step above her, unzipping his pants. Minju opens her mouth obediently, taking his thick cock between her glossy lips. She’s now perfectly spit-roasted, one man pounding her pussy, the other fucking her throat.

The wet sounds of flesh slapping and Minju’s muffled gagging fill the stairwell. Her yellow heels scrape against the step as she struggles to keep balance, body rocking between the two men.

“Fuck, this idol slut is always so ready.”

The man behind her grunts, gripping her hips tighter.

The one in her mouth grabs her hair, forcing her deeper until her nose presses against his stomach. Tears form in Minju’s eyes, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she hollows her cheeks and sucks harder, drool running down her chin onto her floral dress.

More staff members gather. A lighting technician steps up next, stroking himself as he watches.

“My turn after.”

Another camera operator films it discreetly on his phone, zooming in on Minju’s tear-streaked face and bouncing tits.

They rotate smoothly. The man in her pussy pulls out and cums across her ass, thick white ropes painting her smooth skin. Immediately, another takes his place, slamming back into her cum-slick hole. Minju whimpers around the cock in her mouth as the new man fucks her even harder.

Her angelic image is completely ruined. Mascara is running, her lipstick smeared, flower in her hair slightly crooked. The short dress is wrinkled and stained with spit and cum.

Outside, thousands of fans wait excitedly in the audience, chanting her name, holding lightsticks and banners, completely clueless that their beloved Minju is being used like a cheap fucktoy just meters away.

“Minju! Minju!”

The crowd cheers distantly.

Inside, she’s on her knees, now surrounded by five men. Two take her hands, wrapping her fingers around their cocks. One is back in her mouth, fucking her throat with deep strokes. Another lies beneath her on the steps, pulling her down onto his cock, making her bounce on him. The last one kneels behind her, spreading her ass cheeks and pushing into her tight hole.

Minju is fully stuffed, sealed airtight and jerking off two more. Her body rocks between them, moans vibrating around the thick shaft stretching her throat. The floral dress is pulled down, her breasts bouncing freely as the men use every hole.

“Such a perfect free use idol.”

One man groans, slapping her ass.

“Dressed like an angel but takes cock like a whore.”

Minju’s eyes roll back in pleasure. She loves this. The risk, the degradation, the way they ruin her before she has to perform. Her pussy and ass clench around the cocks inside her as another orgasm washes over her. She cums hard, squirting slightly down her thighs onto the steps.

The men don’t stop. They keep pounding her relentlessly, using her body for their pleasure. One by one they finish. The man in her mouth pulls out and paints her face with thick ropes of cum, streaking across her cheeks and lips. The one beneath her fills her pussy deep. The one in her ass groans and unloads inside her. The others cum on her tits and dress, turning the pretty floral pattern into a messy, sticky canvas.

Minju kneels there panting, covered in cum, dress ruined, makeup destroyed. She looks utterly debauched.

A staff coordinator checks his watch.

“Five minutes until stage. Clean up quick.”

Minju smiles weakly, licking cum from her lips. She stands on shaky legs in her yellow heels, cum dripping down her thighs. A makeup artist rushes in to fix her face while another helps wipe down her legs. They pull her dress back into place, though the stains are still visible if you look closely.

She walks toward the stage entrance, the flower still somehow in her hair. The crowd erupts as she appears on the monitor.

“Minju-ya! So pretty!”

The fans have no idea that just minutes ago, their angel was being gangbanged and spit-roasted by the entire staff, holes filled and face painted.

Then she appears. Jiu steps lightly between the trees in her flowing yellow gown, the intricate lace and tulle shimmering like captured sunlight. The strapless bodice hugs her chest, sparkling with delicate jewels, while the large, layered skirt sways. Her long dark hair cascades over one shoulder, and tiny crystals glitter beneath her eyes like teardrops of starlight. She looks every bit the princess she is...

But when her eyes find yours, her entire face softens into a smile that belongs only to you.

“You came.”

She lifts the heavy skirt with both hands and rushes toward you.

You meet her halfway, pulling her into your arms. The contrast is stark. Your rough blacksmith hands against the delicate silk of her gown.

“I always will.”

You murmur against her hair.

“Even if your father would have my head for it.”

She pulls back just enough to cup your face, admiring your features.

“Then let him try. These moments are worth any risk.”

Your lips meet in a desperate kiss, months of longing poured into every brush and press. Her mouth is soft and sweet, tasting faintly of the honeyed wine served at the palace. You kiss her deeper, hands sliding down her waist, feeling the corseted bodice and the flare of her hips beneath all that luxurious fabric.

“I missed you.”

She breathes between kisses.

“Every banquet, every ball… all I could think about was you.”

You rest your forehead against hers.

“And I thought of nothing but my princess while working the forge every day.”

She smiles, but there’s sadness in it.

“I wish things were different. If I weren’t the king’s daughter…”

You silence her with another kiss.

For now, the forest is your kingdom.

The two of you have moved deeper into the hidden glade, far from any trails. Jiu’s massive yellow gown is spread out beneath her like a golden blanket on the soft grass. She lies on her back, looking up at you with dark, hungry eyes, the crystals under her eyes catching the light.

You hover over her, shirt already discarded, muscles honed from years at the forge. Your hands tremble slightly with reverence as you push the layered tulle of her skirt higher, bunching the fabric around her waist. She’s bare beneath, no undergarments, just what she teased you with in her last letter. Her smooth thighs part for you willingly.

“You’re so beautiful.”

Your fingers trace up her inner thigh. She gasps when you brush against her folds, circling her clit with slow, teasing strokes.

“Touch me.”

Jiu pleads.

“I’ve waited so long.”

You slide two fingers inside her, curling them gently while your thumb continues teasing her clit. She arches her back, the bodice of her gown straining against her breasts. The sight of the elegant princess writhing in the grass, her royal dress ruined with dirt and grass stains, makes your cock throb painfully against your trousers.

You lean down and kiss her again, swallowing her moans as you pump your fingers faster. Her hips roll against your hand, chasing the pleasure. When you add a third finger, stretching her, she cries out, nails digging into your shoulders.

“I need you…Please… I want to feel all of you.”

You pull your fingers free and quickly free your cock. Positioning yourself between her spread thighs, you rub the head along her slick entrance before pushing in slowly. The tightness is overwhelming. She’s hot, wet velvet gripping every inch as you sink deeper.

Jiu moans, legs wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer.

“Yes… just like that.”

You bottom out with a groan, staying still for a moment to savor the feeling. Then you begin to move with slow, deep thrusts that make her full skirt rustle. The contrast is intoxicating. The delicate, sparkling princess beneath you, moaning like a commoner’s lover while her royal gown pools around her like spilled sunlight.

You pick up speed, fucking her harder, the wet sounds of your bodies joining filling the glade. Jiu’s hands clutch at your back, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Her breasts nearly spill out of the jeweled bodice with every one of your thrusts.

“Harder.”

Her voice sounds a little more demanding. For a moment you wonder if that’s what she sounds like in the palace when she orders servants around. But you can’t form a picture in your head. The Jiu you love has been nothing more than the personification of beauty and happiness.

Now, her voice breaks.

“I’m yours…only yours.”

You grip her hips and drive into her with everything you have, the slap of skin on skin echoing. One hand slides up to pull down the front of her dress, freeing her breasts. You lean down and capture a nipple in your mouth, sucking and biting gently while you pound into her.

Jiu’s moans grow louder and more desperate. Her walls start fluttering around you, tightening rhythmically.

“I’m close-don’t stop!”

You thrust faster, grinding against her with every stroke. She shatters moments later, crying out your name as her orgasm washes over her. Her pussy pulses tightly around your cock, milking you, her entire body trembling beneath you in the golden dress.

The sight and sensation push you over the edge. With a deep groan, you bury yourself to the hilt and cum hard, filling her with thick, hot spurts. You keep moving through it, grinding deep until every drop is spent inside her.

For a long moment, the only sounds are your heavy breathing and the rustling leaves. You stay buried inside her, leaning down to kiss her softly on the forehead, cheeks, lips. The crystals under her eyes are slightly out of place now, her hair a mess, her royal gown wrinkled and grass stained.

Jiu smiles up at you, cupping your face with both hands.

“I don’t care what my father says. My heart belongs to the blacksmith’s son.”

You kiss her again, slower this time, savoring the stolen moment. The forest keeps your secret for now, but both of you know the danger is always waiting beyond the trees.

Still, as you hold her in the golden sunlight, her body warm and soft beneath yours, you know every risk is worth it.

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