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I actually did not have any intention of continuing Gym Freak, it was supposed to be just a oneshot story, but here we are..

This one is my lengthiest one yet..

"Mark? Where are you.. it's been 1 hour, Sana's impatient.."

The message illuminated Mark's phone screen as he stepped out of the taxi, his pulse already thrumming with anticipation beneath his skin. The gym encounter with Jihyo had been unexpected, electric, a collision of sweat and desire that had left her pressing her number into his palm with the promise that fortune might favor him with more than just her company. She had whispered about Sana then, a teasing hint of possibilities that had haunted his thoughts for days.

His phone had buzzed earlier that evening with Jihyo's voice, honeyed and commanding, directing him to this luxury hotel downtown. She had mentioned Sana would be there, yes, but her tone carried additional secrets, promises unspoken that quickened his step as he crossed the polished marble lobby.

Mark's fingers moved across his phone screen as he entered the elevator, the mirrored walls reflecting his eager expression back at him. "I'm almost there, just 2 minutes.."

The elevator ascended in silence, each floor marking a progression toward something he could feel in his gut, heavy and hot. When the doors slid open on the eighth floor, he moved with purpose down the carpeted corridor, his shoes making no sound against the plush flooring. Room 895 waited at the end of the hallway like a portal to another world.

He knocked, three sharp raps against the wood, and prepared himself for Jihyo's smile or Sana's rumored beauty. The door swung open, and the breath caught in his throat.

Somi stood before him, all long limbs and golden skin, wearing nothing but a bikini top that strained against the swell of her breasts and matching panties that sat low on her hips. The fabric was a vibrant turquoise that made her sun-kissed complexion glow, but it was the minimal coverage that arrested his attention, the way the material barely contained her curves, the visible outline of her mound beneath the thin bikini bottom. She was barefoot, her toenails painted a matching shade, and her blonde hair fell in loose waves past her shoulders.

Mark bowed instinctively, his eyes dropping to the floor, his mind scrambling to reconcile this unexpected vision. "I.. I'm Mark," he stammered, his voice coming out rough. "Jihyo invited.."

"So you're the gym guy," Somi said, her voice carrying a melodic lilt, her head tilting as she assessed him with eyes that seemed to strip away his clothing already. "Jihyo didn't mention you'd look so.. overwhelmed."

"I wasn't expecting.. I mean, she said Sana would be here, but she didn't mention.."

"That there'd be three of us?" Somi laughed, the sound bright and mischievous. She leaned against the doorframe, her posture relaxed, completely unbothered by her near-nudity. "Jihyo likes her surprises. She said you were good with your hands."

Before Mark could formulate a response, Jihyo appeared from behind the door, her presence commanding immediate attention. She wore a blue swimsuit, one-piece but cut scandalously high on her hips, the fabric a deep navy that contrasted beautifully with her warm skin. The neckline plunged between her breasts, showing ample cleavage, and the back was open, revealing the smooth expanse of her spine. Her dark hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, and her eyes sparkled with knowing amusement.

"Mark," she breathed, pushing past Somi to embrace him. Her body pressed against his, soft and firm in equal measure, the scent of vanilla and something more primal enveloping him. "You came. I wasn't sure you'd have the courage."

She pulled back but kept her hand on his arm, guiding him into the suite. The living room was spacious, modern furniture arranged around a glass coffee table, floor-to-ceiling windows showing the city lights beyond. Mark stood in the center of the room, suddenly aware of his casual attire, his jeans and t-shirt feeling inadequate against the swimwear-clad women.

"Somi, this is Mark," Jihyo said, her hand sliding down to interlace with his fingers. "The one I told you about. The one who fucked me so thoroughly in the gym locker room that I couldn't walk straight for hours."

Somi's eyes widened, her lips parting in an expression of delighted shock. She stepped closer, her gaze roaming over Mark's body with frank appraisal. "In the locker room? Jihyo, you dirty girl. Was it against the lockers?"

"Against the wall," Jihyo confirmed, her thumb stroking Mark's palm. "He had me pinned there, my legs wrapped around his waist, his cock so deep I could feel him in my throat."

"And he made you scream?" Somi asked, her voice dropping to a lower register, huskier.

"Like a banshee," Jihyo laughed. "The entire gym probably heard. I didn't care. I couldn't care, not with him pounding into me like that."

Mark felt his face flush, the memory flooding back, the heat and urgency of that encounter, Jihyo's nails digging into his shoulders, her wetness coating his shaft as he drove into her again and again.

"Well," Somi said, stepping even closer, her breasts nearly brushing against his arm. "I hope he's got stamina for three. I don't like being disappointed."

From the bedroom doorway, a voice called out, melodic and sweet, carrying a hint of impatience. "Jihyo yaa, I'm ready, where's your-"

Sana emerged into the living room, her presence like stepping into sunlight. She wore a white bikini, pure and virginal in color but sinful in cut, the triangles of the top barely containing her generous breasts, strings tied behind her neck and back. The bottom was a thong style, the thin strip of fabric disappearing between her rounded buttocks. Her hair was down, dark and glossy, falling past her shoulders in waves that caught the light. Her face was bare of makeup, natural and stunning, her eyes large and expressive.

She stopped mid-sentence, her mouth forming a perfect 'o' as she took in the scene before her. Mark watched her gaze travel from Jihyo to Somi to him, confusion giving way to realization, then to something hotter, darker.

"Oh," Sana said, her voice soft. "Oh my."

"Sana," Jihyo said, her tone warm and inviting. "This is Mark. Remember I told you I met someone special at the gym? This is him."

Sana's eyes met Mark's, and he felt the impact like a physical blow, her gaze intense and assessing, roaming over his face, his shoulders, down his chest. She took a step forward, then another, her hips swaying with unconscious grace.

"The gym guy," she repeated, her lips curving into a smile that was part shy, part predatory. "Jihyo hasn't stopped talking about you. She said you were.. talented."

"She's exaggerating," Mark managed, though his voice was rough.

"She doesn't exaggerate about sex," Sana said, now standing directly in front of him. She was shorter than the other two, more petite, but her presence filled his vision. "When Jihyo says someone is good, they're exceptional. She has very high standards."

"Very high," Somi agreed from his side.

"And you came," Sana continued, her hand rising to touch his chest, her fingers light through his t-shirt. "You came when she called, knowing she might have surprises for you."

"I hoped," Mark admitted, looking down at her beautiful face. "I hoped there might be more than just talking."

Sana laughed, the sound like bells. "Talking? Oh, sweetie, we're not here for talking." She looked over at Jihyo. "He's cute. I like his eyes."

"He has very nice eyes," Jihyo agreed. "And very nice hands. And a very nice.. everything else."

"Can I touch him?" Sana asked, her gaze never leaving Mark's face.

"He's not a museum piece," Somi snorted. "Though he should be, with that jawline."

"I want to make sure he's real," Sana said, her hand sliding down to his stomach, then lower, her palm pressing against the growing hardness in his jeans. "Oh. Very real."

Mark groaned, his hips bucking slightly into her touch. Sana's eyes darkened, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

"He's responsive," she observed. "I like that."

"We all do," Jihyo said, moving to stand behind him, her hands resting on his shoulders. "Sana, Somi, should we show him what we have planned?"

"Show me," Mark said, his voice gravelly. "Show me everything."

Sana's smile turned wicked, her hand still pressed against his erection. "Oh, we're going to show you more than everything. We're going to ruin you for other women."

"Promise?" Mark asked.

"Guarantee," Sana whispered, and then she was rising on her toes, her arms wrapping around his neck, her body pressing fully against him. She hugged him tight, her breasts squashed against his chest, her cheek against his, and he could feel her heart beating fast, matching his own rhythm. "Welcome to paradise, Mark. You're going to get so lucky today."

Jihyo disappeared into the bedroom, her footsteps light against the carpet. Mark stood between Somi and Sana, the two women flanking him like guardians of some erotic temple, their bodies radiating heat and promise. Somi's hand found his, her fingers interlacing with his, while Sana remained pressed against his front, her head resting on his shoulder.

"Jihyo says you're strong," Somi murmured, her thumb tracing circles on his palm. "She says you can lift her easily."

"I work out," Mark said, his free hand coming to rest on Sana's lower back, his fingers dipping beneath the string of her bikini bottom.

"Good," Somi purred. "Because we're going to test your strength. All three of us."

Sana nipped at his neck, her teeth grazing his skin. "We're going to wear you out, Mark. We're going to use you until you can't move."

"Challenge accepted," he breathed.

Jihyo returned from the bedroom, her arms laden with three large white towels, plush and hotel-fresh. She dropped them onto the coffee table with a soft thud, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Without any further delay," she announced, her voice commanding and sure, "let's fucking go to the pool."

The three women moved as one, untangling from Mark and heading toward the door. Jihyo paused, looking back at him, her gaze dropping to his still-clothed body.

"Strip," she ordered, her tone brooking no argument. "Strip to just your shorts. Nothing else."

Mark obeyed, his fingers finding the hem of his t-shirt and pulling it over his head. The air was cool against his heated skin, his muscles defined from years of training. He kicked off his shoes, then unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them down his legs until he stood in only his boxer briefs, the dark fabric tented with his arousal.

"Those too," Somi said, her eyes hungry. "Jihyo said shorts. Tight shorts. Show us what you're working with."

Mark hooked his thumbs in the waistband and pushed them down, his cock springing free, heavy and thick, before he quickly pulled on the swim trunks he'd brought in his bag. They were black and tight, leaving little to the imagination, the outline of his erection clearly visible against the fabric.

The three women watched him with predatory focus, their gazes fixed on the bulge between his legs. Somi and Sana moved to either side of him, their hands finding his buttocks, squeezing the firm muscle through the thin material.

"Firm," Somi commented, giving him another squeeze.

"Very nice," Sana agreed, her hand sliding to cup his cheek.

They chuckled, the sound low and conspiratorial, and each took one of his hands, guiding him forward like royalty escorted by his concubines. Jihyo led the way, her hips swaying in that devastating swimsuit, and they moved through the hotel corridor as a group, four bodies united in purpose.

The private pool area was on the rooftop, accessed by a key card that Jihyo produced from somewhere in her swimsuit. The space was enclosed by high walls, lush greenery providing privacy, the pool itself glowing with underwater lights that turned the water into liquid turquoise. Steam rose gently from the heated surface, and the city skyline provided a stunning backdrop.

Jihyo checked the perimeter, ensuring they were truly alone, before nodding to the others. "We're clear. Just us."

Somi and Sana released his hands, their movements synchronized as they moved toward the pool's edge. They didn't dive in immediately. Instead, they turned to face him, three beautiful women in minimal swimwear, their bodies illuminated by the soft glow of the pool lights.

"Last one in has to eat the others out first," Somi challenged, her eyes sparkling.

"You're on," Sana laughed.

But Mark didn't move to race them. He stood his ground, watching as they slowly, deliberately, removed what little they wore. Somi reached behind her back, untying her bikini top and letting it fall, her breasts bouncing free, full and perfect with pink nipples already hard in the cool night air. She pushed her panties down, stepping out of them, and stood completely naked, her shaved pussy glistening with anticipation.

Sana followed, her white bikini top coming undone with a tug of the string, her breasts larger than Somi's, heavy and ripe, dark nipples puckered. She turned as she removed her bottom, giving Mark a view of her perfect ass, round and firm, before facing him again, her mound bare and wet.

Jihyo was last, her one-piece requiring more effort, peeling the wet fabric from her skin, revealing her body inch by inch. Her breasts were high and firm, her waist narrow, her hips flaring into powerful thighs. Between her legs, a neat strip of dark hair pointed to her slit, already swollen and slick.

Three naked women. Three idols. Three goddesses standing before him, offering themselves without reservation.

"Your turn," Jihyo said, her voice husky. "Show us, Mark. Show us everything."

Mark hooked his thumbs in his waistband and pushed the shorts down, his cock springing free, thick and veined, the head dark and swollen. It bobbed heavily against his stomach as he stepped out of the fabric, standing as naked as they were, his arousal evident, undeniable.

Sana made a small sound, almost a whimper, her hand moving to her own breast, pinching her nipple. "Oh god," she breathed. "Jihyo, you didn't tell us he was that big."

"I told you he was perfect," Jihyo said, her own hand sliding between her legs.

"Perfect," Somi echoed, her gaze fixed on his shaft. "Absolutely perfect."

They moved toward him, closing the distance, and then they were touching him, their hands roaming over his chest, his arms, his back, lower to grip his ass, his thighs, and finally, finally, to wrap around his cock. Three sets of hands, soft and warm, stroking him, exploring him, claiming him.

"The pool," Jihyo gasped, though she didn't stop touching him. "We should.. the pool.."

"Yes," Sana agreed, but she was kissing his shoulder, her tongue hot against his skin.

"Now," Somi commanded, and she was the one to lead him, her hand firm around his wrist, pulling him toward the water.

They entered the pool together, the warm water enveloping Mark's heated skin like a caress. The three women surrounded him, their bodies slick and wet, hair beginning to darken as the water claimed it. Sana was the most forward, her hands immediately finding his erection beneath the surface, her fingers wrapping around his girth and stroking slowly.

"So hard," she murmured, her lips against his ear. "So hot."

Somi pressed against his back, her breasts squashing against his shoulder blades, her nipples hard points digging into his skin. Her hands came around to grip his ass, kneading the muscle, her pelvis grinding against him from behind.

"You're ours tonight," she whispered, her breath hot. "Every inch of you."

Jihyo faced him, floating close, her legs wrapping around his waist, her pussy grinding against his lower stomach. She kissed him, deep and filthy, her tongue invading his mouth, tasting him, claiming him. Her breasts bobbed in the water, nipples grazing his chest, and he could feel the heat of her cunt even through the warm water.

They moved him toward the shallower end, where built-in seats lined the pool wall. Sana guided him to sit, the water lapping at his chest, and then she was between his legs, her face level with his cock which broke the surface, standing proud and desperate.

"Mine first," she declared, and before he could respond, she had lowered her mouth onto him, her lips stretching around his thickness, her tongue swirling around the head.

Mark groaned, his head falling back, his hands gripping the pool edge. Somi was immediately behind him, her hands on his shoulders, her mouth on his neck, sucking marks into his skin. Jihyo positioned herself beside him, her hand joining Sana's on his shaft, stroking what the other woman couldn't take.

"Look at her," Jihyo commanded. "Watch Sana suck your cock. Watch how much she wants it."

Mark lifted his head, his gaze finding Sana's eyes looking up at him, her mouth full of him, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. She was beautiful like this, debased and worshipful, her wet hair clinging to her face and shoulders, water droplets running down her breasts.

Sana pulled back with a pop, her hand replacing her mouth, stroking him firmly. "Delicious," she purred. "I want more."

"Then take more," Mark growled, his hand finding the back of her head, guiding her back down.

She took him deeper this time, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat, her gag reflex making her eyes water. But she didn't pull back. She relaxed, swallowing around him, taking him further, her nose pressing against his stomach.

"Fuck," Mark gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily. "Fuck, Sana.."

Somi's hands slid down his chest, her fingers finding his nipples, pinching and twisting. "She's good, isn't she? Wait until you feel all of us. Wait until we're taking turns riding this big cock."

Jihyo moved to straddle his thigh, her pussy hot and slick against his skin. She ground herself against him, her clit dragging against his muscle, her moans mixing with the wet sounds of Sana's mouth on his cock.

"Let's move this to the side," Somi suggested, her voice rough with desire. "I want to feel him inside me. I want to feel that stretch."

They helped him from the pool, his body glistening with water, his cock standing straight out, hard and throbbing. The night air was cool against his wet skin, but he didn't feel cold. He felt electric, alive, every nerve ending screaming for more touch, more sensation.

Somi was the first to push him down onto one of the lounge chairs, the cushioned surface soft against his back. She climbed over him, her knees on either side of his hips, her pussy hovering above his cock. She reached down, gripping him, positioning him at her entrance.

"Watch," she commanded, her eyes locked on his. "Watch me take you."

She lowered herself slowly, inch by inch, her tightness gripping him, sucking him in. She was wet, so wet, but still tight, her muscles fluttering around his intrusion. Her breasts hung above him, swaying slightly with her movements, water still dripping from her hair onto his chest.

"Oh god," she moaned, her head falling back as she seated herself fully, her ass resting against his thighs, his entire length buried inside her. "Oh fuck, you're so deep. I can feel you everywhere."

Mark's hands found her hips, gripping hard, his fingers digging into her flesh. He thrust up, making her cry out, her breasts bouncing with the movement.

"Yes," she gasped. "Yes, fuck me. Use me."

He began to move, lifting his hips to meet her downward strokes, establishing a rhythm that was hard and fast, the chair creaking beneath them. Somi's hands came to her own breasts, squeezing them, pinching her nipples, her face a mask of ecstasy.

From the sides, Jihyo and Sana watched, their hands between their own legs, fingers working their clits as they observed the fucking. Then they moved closer, kneeling on either side of the chair, their bodies presenting themselves to him.

"Touch us," Jihyo begged, her voice high and needy. "Please, Mark, touch us while you fuck her."

He reached out, his right hand finding Jihyo's pussy, his fingers sliding through her wetness, finding her entrance and pushing inside. His left hand mirrored the action with Sana, both women moaning as he fingered them, his digits curling to find their g-spots while his cock continued to pound into Somi.

"Kiss me," Somi demanded, leaning down, her breasts pressing against his chest, her nipples dragging against his skin.

He captured her mouth, his tongue invading, tasting chlorine and desire. Their teeth clashed, their breath mingling, and he could feel her tightening around him, her orgasm building.

"Come for me," he growled against her lips. "Come on my cock, Somi. Show them how good it feels."

She shattered, her cry breaking their kiss, her body convulsing, her pussy clamping down on him in rhythmic spasms that threatened to milk his own release. But he held back, gritting his teeth, his fingers still working Jihyo and Sana who were both close, their hips bucking against his hands.

When Somi collapsed against him, spent and trembling, he gently lifted her off, his cock sliding free, glistening with her arousal. He laid her on the chair beside him, her chest heaving, her eyes glazed.

"My turn," Sana said immediately, pushing Jihyo aside playfully. "I need him inside me."

Mark stood, his cock bobbing heavy and wet, and pulled Sana to the edge of the chair. He pushed her back, her legs spreading automatically, her pussy on full display, pink and swollen and dripping. He positioned himself at her entrance, dragging his head through her folds, coating himself in her wetness.

"Please," Sana whimpered, her hands reaching for her own breasts, pulling at her nipples. "Please, Mark, I need it. I've been thinking about this since Jihyo told us about you. I've been touching myself, imagining this moment."

He thrust into her in one hard stroke, filling her completely, bottoming out with a force that made her scream. Her back arched off the chair, her breasts thrusting upward, and he immediately fell upon them, his mouth finding one nipple, sucking hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.

"Yes," she chanted, her hands in his hair, holding him to her chest. "Yes, yes, fuck me, use my tits, use my pussy, use all of me."

He established a brutal pace, his hips snapping against hers, the sound of flesh meeting flesh loud in the night air. Sana's breasts bounced with each thrust, and he moved between them, licking and sucking and biting, marking her skin.

Jihyo and Somi recovered enough to join them, kneeling on either side of Sana's head. They presented their pussies to her face, and Sana, ever the pleaser, turned her head to lick at Jihyo, her tongue darting out to taste her friend's arousal, then turning to do the same to Somi.

Mark watched this, his arousal spiking at the sight of Sana eating out his other lovers while he fucked her. He reached out with both hands, finding Jihyo and Somi's breasts, kneading them, pinching their nipples, his fingers slick with their wetness.

"So good," he groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. "So fucking good. You all feel incredible."

"Come for us," Jihyo begged, her hips rocking against Sana's mouth. "Come inside her, Mark. Fill her up."

"Not yet," he gritted out, pulling out of Sana with a wet sound, leaving her whimpering and empty. "Jihyo. Turn around."

Jihyo understood immediately, moving to the chair and bending over it, her ass presented to him like a gift. She looked back over her shoulder, her eyes dark with desire, her hair falling in her face.

"Take me," she said, her voice steady despite her trembling body. "Fuck me like you did at the gym. Hard and fast and dirty."

He positioned himself behind her, gripping her hips, and slammed into her without warning, making her cry out. She was tighter from this angle, her walls gripping him like a vice, and he could feel her cervix kissing the head of his cock with each deep thrust.

"Yes," she screamed, her knuckles white where she gripped the chair. "Yes, just like that. Punish me. I've been teasing you all night. Punish my pussy."

He did, his hips becoming a blur, his balls slapping against her clit with each stroke. He reached around her, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in tight circles as he pounded into her, his other hand gripping her hair, pulling her head back.

Somi and Sana watched, their hands between their legs, their eyes glazed with lust. They moved closer, their free hands roaming over Mark's back, his ass, his thighs, their touch adding layers to his pleasure.

"You're going to make me come," Jihyo warned, her voice breaking. "I'm going to come so hard on your cock."

"Do it," Mark commanded. "Come for me, Jihyo. Milk my cock."

She exploded, her scream echoing off the rooftop walls, her body convulsing, her pussy gripping him in rhythmic pulses that finally broke his control. He thrust deep, holding himself buried to the hilt, and felt his release rush through him, hot and powerful, spilling into her in thick ropes.

"Fuck," he groaned, his head falling back, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. "Fuck, yes."

When he finally pulled out, his cum dripped from Jihyo's swollen pussy, running down her thighs. She collapsed onto the chair, her body limp and satisfied.

But the night was far from over. Somi and Sana descended upon him, their mouths finding his cock, licking him clean, their tongues meeting around his shaft, sharing his taste mixed with Jihyo's arousal. They were insatiable, these three, their hunger for him evident in every touch, every lick, every whispered promise of more to come.

They moved to the poolside, Sana climbing onto Mark's lap as he sat on the edge, her legs wrapping around his waist. She was still hungry, her pussy sliding against his spent cock, trying to coax it back to life.

"Again," she whispered, her lips against his ear. "I need you again. I need to feel you come inside me."

Mark felt his cock twitch, responding to her heat, her wetness. He was far from done with these three women. The night had only just begun, and there were hours of pleasure ahead, countless positions to explore, endless ways to make them scream his name.

Jihyo and Somi dove into the pool, their naked bodies cutting through the water with grace, while Sana remained on top of Mark, kissing him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth with desperate hunger. They were beautiful like this, the city lights behind them, the water reflecting their movements, the night air carrying their moans.

When Jihyo and Somi returned to the poolside, their skin glistening with water, their hair slicked back, they found Sana and Mark still entwined, his cock hard again, pressing against her entrance.

"Look at him," Somi said, her voice admiring. "Ready for more. Jihyo, I think we found the perfect man."

"The perfect man," Jihyo agreed, moving to kneel beside them. "And he's all ours tonight."

She reached out, her hand wrapping around Mark's shaft, guiding him to Sana's waiting entrance. Sana sank down onto him with a sigh of pure satisfaction, her breasts pressing against his chest, her nipples hard points against his skin.

"Ride him," Jihyo commanded. "Show us how you like it, Sana."

Sana began to move, her hips rolling in a sinuous rhythm, her pussy gripping Mark's cock with each upward stroke. She was tight, so tight, and wet, her arousal coating him, making him slick and sensitive.

Mark reached up, his hands finding her breasts, kneading them, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. She moaned, her head falling back, her hair cascading down her back, water droplets flying from the ends.

Somi moved to kneel behind Sana, her hands reaching around to cup Sana's breasts from behind, her fingers joining Mark's in teasing the sensitive flesh. Her mouth found Sana's neck, sucking marks into her skin, her teeth grazing the tendon there.

"Does it feel good?" Somi whispered, her voice carrying to Mark. "Does her pussy feel good around your cock?"

"Incredible," Mark groaned, his hips thrusting up to meet Sana's movements. "So fucking incredible."

Jihyo positioned herself between his legs, her face level with where he and Sana were joined. She watched them fuck, her eyes dark with lust, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. Then she leaned forward, her tongue finding Sana's clit, licking around where Mark's cock entered her, tasting their combined arousal.

"Oh god," Sana cried out, her movements stuttering. "Oh god, Jihyo, your tongue.."

Jihyo didn't stop, her mouth working Sana's clit while Mark continued to thrust into her, the dual sensations driving Sana wild. Her hands gripped Mark's shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, her moans becoming continuous, building toward another peak.

Mark could feel his own orgasm building again, his balls tightening, his cock swelling inside Sana's tight heat. He reached down with one hand, finding Jihyo's hair, gripping it, holding her to them as he fucked Sana harder, faster.

"I'm going to come," he warned, his voice strained. "I'm going to come inside you, Sana."

"Yes," she begged, her voice high and desperate. "Yes, please, fill me up. I want to feel you spill inside me."

He exploded, his cock pulsing, hot cum flooding her depths, triggering her own orgasm. She clamped down on him, her pussy milking him, her scream echoing across the rooftop. Jihyo continued to lick them both, her tongue collecting their combined release, her moans of pleasure vibrating against Sana's sensitive flesh.

When it was over, when they were all spent and trembling, they collapsed together on the poolside, bodies entangled, skin slick with sweat and water and other fluids. The city lights twinkled above them, indifferent to their debauchery, and the night stretched on, promising more pleasure, more exploration, more of this perfect, hedonistic paradise they had created together.

Sana lay on top of Mark, her head on his chest, her body limp and satisfied. Somi and Jihyo curled against his sides, their hands roaming lazily over his skin, their touches gentle now, exploratory rather than demanding.

"That was.." Somi started, her voice trailing off.

"Amazing," Jihyo finished.

"Just the beginning," Sana murmured, her lips curving into a smile against Mark's skin. "The night is still young. And we have a room upstairs with a very large bed.

Mark closed his eyes, his hands finding their bodies, stroking soft skin, memorizing curves. He was exhausted, yes, but already he could feel his body stirring again, responding to their proximity, their heat.

"Give me five minutes," he said, his voice rough. "Then we'll see who begs for mercy first."

Laughter bubbled up from all three women, bright and delighted, filling the night air with promise. They had hours ahead of them, hours of pleasure and exploration, hours to learn every inch of each other's bodies. And Mark intended to make the most of every single second.

They lay there in comfortable silence, the sounds of the city a distant backdrop to their breathing, their heartbeats. The pool water lapped gently against the sides, and somewhere in the distance, a siren wailed, but here, in this private oasis, they were alone in their world of sensation.

Sana shifted, her hand trailing down Mark's stomach, finding his cock, still half-hard, sticky with their combined release. She stroked him gently, her touch light, teasing.

"Already recovering," she observed, her voice filled with admiration. "I knew Jihyo wasn't exaggerating."

"He's insatiable," Jihyo agreed, her own hand joining Sana's, both women stroking him slowly, coaxing him back to full hardness.

"Perfect," Somi purred, her mouth finding Mark's nipple, her tongue circling the sensitive flesh. "Absolutely perfect."

Mark groaned, his hips bucking into their combined touch, his body responding despite the exhaustion. He was theirs tonight, completely and utterly, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

The night stretched before them, endless and full of promise, and they had only just begun to explore the depths of their desire.

Back in the suite, the air conditioning hummed softly against the heated atmosphere they had carried in from the pool. Their bodies, still damp with chlorinated water and the evidence of their prolonged coupling, left faint traces on the plush carpet as they moved through the living space. Jihyo, Sana, and Somi had donned the white bathrobes provided by the hotel, though the garments did little to conceal their nakedness beneath, the thin cotton clinging to wet curves and revealing more than they hid.

Somi was the first to shed hers, the fabric pooling at her feet with a soft whisper. She stretched, her arms reaching toward the ceiling, her body a study in golden perfection. Her breasts lifted with the movement, nipples still hard and dark against her pale areolas, and the muscles of her abdomen flexed, leading the eye down to her shaved mound, glistening still with arousal and pool water.

"I need a shower badly," she announced, her voice carrying that particular satisfaction that came from being thoroughly used and yet still wanting more. "I can still feel him inside me, and I want to be clean before I get dirty again."

Jihyo laughed, the sound rich and warm, and she too shed her robe, revealing her own body in its post-coital glory. Her skin was flushed pink, particularly across her chest and thighs, marks of their passionate encounters beginning to bloom in the form of light bruises and suction kisses. Between her legs, her dark hair was matted with their combined fluids, evidence of Mark's release inside her.

"Come on then," Jihyo said, taking Somi's hand. "We'll shower together. Save water."

"And time," Somi added with a wicked grin, her eyes finding Mark's with a promise that made his spent cock twitch in anticipation.

The two women disappeared into the bathroom, their giggles and the sound of running water soon filling the space. Mark stood in the living room, suddenly aware of his own nudity, his body cooling in the air-conditioned environment. He had not bothered with a robe, his skin still bearing the marks of their attentions, scratches and bites that he would wear with pride.

Sana remained, having settled onto the plush sofa, her own robe still clinging to her shoulders though it had fallen open to reveal the valley between her breasts. She patted the cushion beside her, her eyes inviting, and Mark moved to join her, his body sinking into the soft cushions with a sigh of relief.

They sat side by side, naked beneath their respective states of undress, the silence between them comfortable and charged. Sana's hair was still damp, darker now that it was wet, curling slightly at the ends where it touched her shoulders. She turned to face him, her expression soft, satiated, and yet still hungry in a way that had nothing to do with food.

"You're incredible," she said, her voice quiet, almost shy despite everything they had done together. "I mean it. What you did out there.. the way you touched us, the way you made us feel.."

Mark turned to face her, his hand finding hers where it rested on the cushion between them. Her fingers were small, delicate, but he remembered the strength in them when she had gripped his cock, when she had scratched his back in the throes of passion.

"You're the incredible one," he replied, his voice sincere. "All three of you. I've never.. I've never experienced anything like tonight. The way you give yourselves so completely, so unreservedly. It's intoxicating."

Sana's cheeks flushed, a deeper pink than the flush of arousal, and she ducked her head, her hair falling forward to curtain her face. "We trust you," she said, looking up through her lashes. "Jihyo vetted you, and that's enough for us. But more than that.. there's something about you. Something that makes us want to open ourselves completely."

"Your body is beautiful," Mark said, his free hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face, his fingers trailing down her neck, her collarbone, to rest lightly on her breast through the open robe. "Every inch of you. Your breasts," he cupped one, feeling the weight, the softness, the way her nipple hardened against his palm. "They're perfect. Heavy and soft and responsive."

Sana's breath hitched, her chest rising into his touch. "You like them?" she asked, though her smile said she knew the answer.

"I love them," Mark confirmed, his thumb brushing over her nipple, making her gasp. "I love the way they feel in my hands, the way they taste, the way they bounce when I'm inside you."

"And my pussy?" she asked, her voice dropping to a whisper, her legs shifting apart slightly, inviting his gaze.

"Wet and tight and hot," Mark growled, his hand sliding down her stomach, his fingers finding her mound, still slick with his earlier release. "The way you grip me when I'm inside you, the way you pulse around my cock when you come. It's the most incredible feeling I've ever known."

"You're making me wet again," Sana admitted, her hips rocking slightly against his fingers. "Just talking about it. Just your words."

"Good," Mark said, leaning closer, his breath hot against her ear. "Because I want to be inside you again. I want to feel you come around me, screaming my name."

Sana turned her head, capturing his lips with hers, the kiss starting gentle but quickly deepening, becoming desperate and hungry. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, her robe falling open completely, leaving her naked against him. Mark's hand worked between her legs, his fingers sliding through her folds, finding her clit, circling it with practiced pressure.

"Mark," she gasped against his mouth, her hips bucking into his touch. "Mark, please.."

He was about to lift her onto his lap, to impale her on his already hardening cock, when a voice interrupted them from the hallway.

"Well, well," Jihyo said, her tone amused and commanding. "Starting without us?"

Mark and Sana broke apart, both turning to see Jihyo and Somi standing in the bathroom doorway, steam billowing out behind them. They wore only towels, wrapped loosely around their bodies, hair wet and slicked back, skin pink and clean from the shower.

"We were just.. talking," Sana said, her voice breathless, her face flushed.

"Talking," Somi repeated, her eyebrow raised. "Is that what we're calling it now?"

"Come here," Jihyo commanded, crooking her finger at Sana. "You two need to shower. You're still covered in.. evidence."

Sana pouted, her lower lip pushing out in an expression that was both childish and erotic. "But I don't want to move. I was comfortable."

"And you can be comfortable in the shower," Jihyo said, moving forward to take Sana's hand, pulling her to her feet. "Go. Take Mark with you. Wash each other. Explore each other."

She turned to Mark, her eyes dark and serious. "He's going to stay here tonight. All night. And you, Sana, can take him anytime you want. Anywhere you want. He's ours until morning."

Sana's pout transformed into a smile, wicked and delighted. "Anytime?"

"Anytime," Jihyo confirmed. "But first, clean up. I want you both fresh for round.. what are we on now? Four? Five?"

"I lost count," Somi admitted, her towel slipping slightly to reveal the swell of her breast.

"Go," Jihyo said, pushing Sana toward the bathroom. "Take your time. We have all night."

Sana took Mark's hand, pulling him up from the sofa, her naked body pressed against his side as they moved toward the bathroom. She looked back over her shoulder at Jihyo and Somi, her expression playful.

"Don't start without us," she said.

"No promises," Somi called back, already moving toward the bedroom, her towel dropping to the floor behind her.

The bathroom was steamy, the mirrors fogged, the scent of hotel soap and shampoo heavy in the air. The shower was large, a walk-in affair with multiple heads and bench seating along one wall, big enough for several people. Sana turned on the water, adjusting the temperature until it was hot, almost scalding, steam rising in thick clouds.

"Come here," she said, stepping under the spray, her body immediately slick with water.

Mark joined her, the heat of the water pounding against his tired muscles, soothing aches he hadn't realized he had. Sana reached for a bottle of body wash, pouring a generous amount into her palm, and began to wash him, her hands sliding over his chest, his arms, his back, her touch thorough and intimate.

"My turn," Mark said, taking the bottle from her, pouring soap into his own hands.

He started with her shoulders, working the lather into her skin, his fingers kneading the muscle there, working out tension. He moved down her arms, to her hands, washing each finger individually, his touch gentle and reverent. Then up to her neck, her throat, his thumbs brushing over her pulse point, feeling her heartbeat racing.

"Turn around," he commanded, and she obeyed, presenting her back to him.

He washed her back in long strokes, from her shoulders to the curve of her ass, his hands sliding into the cleft between her cheeks, making her gasp. Then down her legs, her calves, her feet, lifting each one to wash thoroughly before rising again.

"Face me," he said, his voice rough.

She turned, and he began to wash her front, starting at her collarbone, working down to her breasts. He took his time there, cupping each one, lifting them, his thumbs circling her nipples, the soap making his touch slippery and smooth. Sana's head fell back against the tile, her eyes closing, her breath coming in short gasps.

"Mark," she whispered. "Please.."

"Please what?" he asked, his hands sliding down her stomach, to her hips, her thighs.

"Please touch me. Really touch me."

He understood, his hand sliding between her legs, his fingers finding her clit, swollen and sensitive. He circled it with his soapy fingers, the slickness making the touch glide, intense and overwhelming. Sana's knees buckled, and he caught her, his other arm wrapping around her waist, holding her up as he continued to tease her.

"More," she begged. "Inside. Please, I need you inside."

Mark positioned her against the shower wall, her back against the cool tile, her legs wrapping around his waist. He was hard, had been hard since they entered the shower, and he positioned himself at her entrance, dragging his head through her folds, coating himself in her wetness.

"Look at me," he commanded, waiting until her eyes opened, dark and glazed with desire. "Watch me enter you."

He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, her tightness gripping him, resisting slightly before yielding. She was hot inside, hotter than the shower water, and wet, so wet that he slid deep with ease despite her tightness. When he was fully seated, his pelvis pressed against hers, he paused, letting her feel him, letting her adjust to his size.

"Forty-five minutes," she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Jihyo said take our time. We have forty-five minutes."

"Then we'll use every second," Mark promised, beginning to move.

He established a slow rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before sinking back in, each thrust deliberate and deep. The water pounded down on them, running in rivers over their joined bodies, the steam surrounding them like a cocoon. Sana's breasts bounced with each thrust, and he bent his head to capture one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.

"Yes," she chanted, her hips meeting his thrusts. "Yes, just like that. Harder. Deeper."

He increased his pace, his hips snapping against hers, the sound of flesh meeting flesh mixing with the water. He reached between them, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in tight circles as he fucked her, feeling her tighten around him, her orgasm building.

"Not yet," he growled, pulling out suddenly, making her cry out at the loss.

"Turn around," he commanded, spinning her to face the wall. "Bend over."

She obeyed, her hands flat against the tile, her ass presented to him, water running down her spine, pooling in the dimples above her buttocks. He positioned himself behind her, gripping her hips, and entered her in one hard stroke, bottoming out with a force that made her scream.

From this angle, she was even tighter, her walls gripping him like a vice, and he could feel every inch of her, the texture of her inner walls, the way she fluttered around him. He reached around her, his hands finding her breasts, squeezing them, pinching her nipples, his chest pressed against her back.

"Touch yourself," he commanded, his voice rough in her ear. "Play with your clit while I fuck you."

Her hand moved between her legs, her fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in frantic circles as he pounded into her from behind. The shower filled with the sounds of their fucking, wet and obscene, mixing with their moans and gasps.

"Close," she warned, her voice breaking. "I'm so close."

"Come for me," Mark commanded, his own release building, his balls tightening. "Come on my cock, Sana. Show me how much you love it."

She shattered, her cry echoing off the tiles, her body convulsing, her pussy clamping down on him in rhythmic spasms that triggered his own orgasm. He thrust deep, holding himself buried to the hilt, and spilled inside her, hot and thick, filling her completely.

They stayed like that for long moments, connected, his cock pulsing inside her, her body trembling around him. The water continued to pour down, washing away the evidence of their passion, leaving them clean and sated.

When he finally pulled out, Sana turned in his arms, her face flushed, her eyes bright. She kissed him, soft and sweet, a contrast to the violence of their coupling.

"That was.." she started, her voice trailing off.

"Perfect," Mark finished.

They finished their shower in silence, washing each other again, more gently this time, their touches exploratory rather than demanding. When they finally emerged, wrapped in fresh towels, they found Jihyo and Somi waiting in the bedroom, both naked on the large bed, posed like odalisques in some erotic painting.

Jihyo lay on her side, her head propped on one hand, her body a curve of soft skin and dark hair. Somi was on her back, her legs slightly parted, her golden skin glowing in the lamplight. Both women looked up as Mark and Sana entered, their expressions hungry and inviting.

"You took your time," Jihyo observed, her eyes roaming over their towel-clad bodies.

"We were thorough," Sana replied, dropping her towel and climbing onto the bed, crawling toward Somi.

"Come here," Somi said, reaching out for Mark, her arms open and welcoming.

Mark dropped his own towel and moved to the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. He lay between them, Jihyo at his back, Somi at his front, Sana curling around Somi like a cat. Four bodies, warm and soft and willing, entangled in the large bed.

"You wanna come over..?" Jihyo whispered in his ear, her hand sliding down his stomach to find his cock, already stirring again despite his exhaustion.

"We're waiting for you," Somi added, her leg hooking over his hip, her wetness pressing against his thigh.

The night stretched before them, hours of darkness filled with the sounds of pleasure, the scent of sex, the feeling of skin on skin. They moved together, shifting positions, mouths finding breasts and cocks and pussies, hands roaming, bodies joining and separating and joining again.

Mark lost himself in them, in the taste of Jihyo's nipples, the feel of Somi's tightness around his fingers, the sound of Sana's moans as he licked her to orgasm. They took him in turns, riding him, sucking him, presenting themselves to be used and pleasured. He fucked them in every position he could imagine, and some they taught him, their flexibility and enthusiasm endless.

At one point, he had Jihyo on her back, her legs over his shoulders as he drove into her, while Sana sat on her face, grinding against her mouth, and Somi knelt beside them, her fingers working her own clit as she watched. At another, Somi was on her hands and knees, Mark behind her, his cock buried in her ass while Jihyo lay beneath them, licking his balls and her clit, and Sana kissed him over Somi's shoulder, her hands pinching her own nipples.

The combinations were endless, their hunger insatiable. They came countless times, Mark filling each of them, their bodies marked by his release, their skin flushed and sensitive. The bed became a mess of sweat and cum and arousal, the sheets tangled and damp, the pillows scattered to the floor.

And through it all, they talked, whispered filthy encouragements, praised each other's bodies, described what they wanted, what they felt, what they needed. Their voices filled the room, breathless and broken by pleasure, creating a symphony of desire that lasted until the early hours of the morning.

When exhaustion finally claimed them, they collapsed together, a tangle of limbs and satisfied bodies, Mark in the center, the three women curled around him like protective spirits. He fell asleep with his hand on Jihyo's breast, his leg tangled with Sana's, his face buried in Somi's hair, the scent of them surrounding him, the warmth of their bodies his blanket.

It was, without question, the most perfect night of his life.

Morning came with soft light filtering through the curtains, gentle and golden, casting warm rectangles across the bed. Mark woke slowly, consciousness returning in layers, his body aching in the most pleasant way, muscles sore from exertion, skin sensitive to the touch.

He became aware of his surroundings gradually, the softness of the mattress beneath him, the warmth of bodies on either side, the scent of sex and perfume and sleep that filled the air. He opened his eyes to find himself staring up at the ceiling, the white plaster marked with shadows from the window blinds.

To his left, Somi stirred, her blonde hair tickling his shoulder, her breath warm against his neck. She was pressed against his side, one leg thrown over his hip, her breasts soft pillows against his arm. To his right, Jihyo was curled into him, her dark hair spread across the pillow, her hand resting on his chest, rising and falling with his breathing.

They were all still naked, the sheets having been kicked off sometime in the night, their bodies exposed to the morning air. Mark could see the marks of their passion on their skin, bruises and bites and scratches, evidence of the hours of pleasure they had shared.

Sana was not in the bed, but he could hear sounds from the bathroom, water running, the toilet flushing. She emerged a moment later, still naked, her hair sleep-tousled, her eyes heavy with lingering drowsiness. She saw him awake and smiled, a slow, satisfied expression that lit up her face.

"Morning," she whispered, moving to the bed, crawling across the mattress toward him.

"Morning," he whispered back, his voice rough from sleep and disuse.

Somi stirred at the sound of their voices, her eyes fluttering open, blue and confused for a moment before clearing, recognition dawning. She smiled, stretching like a cat, her body arching off the bed, her breasts thrusting upward.

"Good morning," she purred, her voice thick with sleep.

Jihyo was the last to wake, her hand tightening on Mark's chest, her eyes opening to find him looking down at her. She smiled, soft and intimate, a private expression meant only for him.

"Hey," she said, her voice husky.

"Hey," he replied, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

Somi, fully awake now, pushed herself up on one elbow, her gaze roaming over Mark's face with a hunger that had not been satisfied by the night's activities. "I want a good morning kiss," she announced, her tone playful but her eyes serious.

"Me too," Jihyo said, pouting slightly.

Mark laughed, the sound rumbling in his chest. "There's enough of me to go around."

Somi was the first to act, her hand coming up to cup his face, turning him toward her. She kissed him, deep and thorough, her tongue invading his mouth, tasting him, claiming him. Her breasts pressed against his side, her nipples hard points against his skin, and he could feel her heat, her desire already building again despite the exhaustion.

When she pulled back, Jihyo was waiting, her own hands insistent as she pulled him to her, her mouth finding his with equal desperation. She kissed him differently than Somi, slower, more thorough, her tongue dancing with his in a languid rhythm that spoke of satisfaction and lingering hunger.

While they kissed, Somi moved, straddling his waist, her hands gripping his face, pulling him away from Jihyo and burying his face in her chest. Her breasts enveloped him, soft and warm and smelling of sleep and sex, her nipples hard against his cheeks.

"Jihyo," Somi complained, her voice mock-whining. "You're hogging him."

"He's mine too," Jihyo replied, but she was laughing, her hand reaching out to stroke Somi's hair.

Mark took advantage of his position, his tongue darting out to lick at Somi's nipple, circling it, sucking it into his mouth. She gasped, her hands gripping his hair, holding him to her breast. He switched to the other, giving it equal attention, his hands coming up to knead the soft flesh, his fingers pinching and rolling.

"That feels so good," Somi moaned, her hips grinding against his stomach, seeking friction.

Jihyo, not to be outdone, moved closer, presenting her own breasts to him as Somi shifted to give her access. Mark turned his head, his mouth finding Jihyo's nipple, sucking hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. She gasped, her hand joining Somi's in his hair, both women holding him, guiding him from one breast to another.

"Switch," Somi commanded, and they moved him again, back and forth, his mouth working their nipples, his hands kneading their breasts, the soft flesh filling his palms.

His own arousal was building, his cock hardening against his stomach, trapped between his body and Somi's ass. He reached down with one hand, finding Jihyo's pussy, his fingers sliding through her folds, finding her clit, circling it. She was wet, already aroused despite the night's activities, her body ready for more.

"Oh god," Jihyo gasped, her hips bucking into his touch. "Mark, your fingers.."

He didn't stop, his fingers working her clit while his mouth continued to feast on her breasts, switching between her and Somi, his other hand finding Somi's pussy, giving her the same attention. Both women were moaning now, their hips rocking, their hands in his hair, their breasts pressed against his face.

Then he felt it, a wet heat enveloping his cock, tight and perfect. He groaned into Somi's breast, his hips bucking upward, and heard Sana's muffled laugh.

"Good morning," she said, her voice vibrating around his shaft as she took him deeper into her mouth.

She was between his legs, her head bobbing, her mouth working his cock with expert precision. She sucked him deep, the head hitting the back of her throat, her tongue swirling around his length, her hand stroking what she couldn't take.

"Fuck," Mark groaned, his hands still working Jihyo and Somi, his mind overwhelmed by the sensation of being touched everywhere at once.

"She's good, isn't she?" Somi purred, her hips rocking against his fingers. "Sana gives the best head. She loves it. Loves the taste of cock."

"I love the taste of him," Sana corrected, pulling back to speak, her hand stroking him firmly. "He tastes like sex and man and last night. I could suck him all day."

"Then suck him," Jihyo commanded, her voice breathless. "Make him come. I want to see him spill down your throat."

Sana obeyed, her mouth descending again, taking him deep, her throat relaxing around his head, swallowing around him. The sensation was incredible, wet and hot and tight, and Mark could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening.

But Sana had other plans. She pulled back with a pop, her hand still stroking him, and climbed up his body, positioning herself above him, her pussy hovering over his cock.

"I want to ride you," she said, her eyes dark with desire. "I want to feel you come inside me while they watch."

She lowered herself slowly, inch by inch, her tightness gripping him, sucking him in. She was wet, so wet that he slid deep with ease, her walls fluttering around his intrusion. When she was fully seated, her ass resting against his thighs, his entire length buried inside her, she paused, her head falling back, her breasts thrusting upward.

"Perfect," she breathed. "He fills me so perfectly."

Somi and Jihyo moved to either side of her, their hands finding her breasts, their mouths finding her nipples, sucking and licking as she began to move. They created a tableau of erotic perfection, three beautiful women focused on pleasure, on him, their bodies moving in sync.

Sana rode him with slow, deliberate movements, her hips rolling in a sinuous rhythm, her pussy gripping him with each upward stroke. Mark reached up, his hands finding Somi and Jihyo's breasts, kneading them, his thumbs brushing over their nipples, his fingers pinching and rolling.

"Link her nipples," Mark commanded, his voice rough. "Both of you. Suck her together."

Somi and Jihyo obeyed, moving closer, their mouths finding Sana's nipples, both women sucking at the same time, their tongues meeting around the sensitive flesh. Sana cried out, her movements becoming erratic, her orgasm building quickly.

"Yes," she chanted, her hands gripping their heads, holding them to her breasts. "Yes, just like that. I'm going to come. Mark, I'm going to come on your cock."

"Come," he commanded, his own hips thrusting up to meet her movements. "Come for me, Sana. Milk my cock."

She shattered, her cry echoing off the walls, her body convulsing, her pussy clamping down on him in rhythmic spasms that triggered his own release. He thrust deep, holding himself buried to the hilt, and spilled inside her, hot and thick, filling her completely.

Somi and Jihyo continued to suck her nipples, their hands roaming over her body, prolonging her pleasure, drawing out her orgasm until she collapsed against Mark's chest, spent and trembling.

"Perfect morning," Somi observed, her hand stroking Sana's hair.

"The perfect morning," Jihyo agreed, her lips curving into a satisfied smile.

They lay there for long moments, connected, sated, the morning light warming their skin. Eventually, necessity drove them from the bed, the needs of the body asserting themselves over the pleasures of the flesh.

"I need coffee," Jihyo announced, stretching as she sat up, her breasts bouncing with the movement. "And food. We burned a lot of calories last night."

"I could eat," Somi agreed, climbing out of bed, her naked body moving with unconscious grace toward the bathroom.

"I need to get home," Mark said, regret coloring his voice. "Change. Work. I have a meeting at ten."

The three women turned to him, identical expressions of disappointment on their faces.

"Already?" Sana asked, her lower lip pushing out in a pout. "But we were just getting started."

"I have to," Mark said, sitting up, his muscles protesting the movement. "I wish I could stay. You have no idea how much I wish I could stay."

"Stay for breakfast," Jihyo pleaded, moving to sit beside him, her hand on his thigh. "Just half an hour more. Let us feed you. Let us take care of you one more time before you go."

Mark looked at her, at the three of them, naked and beautiful and wanting him, and felt his resolve waver. But responsibility called, the real world intruding on their fantasy.

"I can't," he said, regret heavy in his voice. "I'm already going to be late. I need to go home, shower, change. I can't go to work smelling like sex and wearing the same clothes from yesterday."

The women exchanged glances, silent communication passing between them. Then Somi sighed, moving to the wardrobe where their clothes had been stored, pulling out his jeans and t-shirt from the night before.

"Fine," she said, her voice resigned but understanding. "But you're coming back. Right?"

"Right," Mark promised, standing, accepting his clothes from her. "As soon as I can. This weekend?"

"This Sunday," Jihyo said, her tone brooking no argument. "Come to my house. There's a rule on Sundays that you'll surely like and I'll introduce you to a guest.."

"What rule? and who's that?" Mark asked, pulling on his jeans, the fabric rough against his sensitive skin.

"You'll see," Jihyo said, her smile mysterious and promising. "Just come. Early. And don't eat breakfast beforehand. You'll need your energy."

Mark dressed quickly, the three women helping him, their touches lingering, their hands straightening his shirt, smoothing his hair, adjusting his collar. They were possessive in their care, marking him as theirs even as they prepared to let him go.

At the door, they gathered around him, each demanding a final kiss. Somi was first, her mouth hungry, her tongue invading, her hand cupping his cock through his jeans one last time. Then Jihyo, her kiss slower, deeper, filled with promise and future plans. Finally Sana, soft and sweet, her lips clinging to his, her body pressed against him, her heat evident even through their clothes.

"Sunday," Jihyo reminded him as he stepped into the hallway.

"Sunday," he confirmed, looking back at them, three naked women standing in the doorway, their bodies glowing in the morning light, their hair tousled, their lips swollen from his kisses.

"Bye Mark," Somi called, her voice carrying down the corridor.

"Bye," Sana echoed, her hand raised in a small wave.

"See you soon," Jihyo said, her smile the last thing he saw before the door closed.

Luckily for you, those other ways Tzuyu paid you were usually a blowjob. If you were lucky, she’d let you grope her breasts or her ass, but that only happened when the assignment was especially difficult. Her usual currency was blowjobs, and things had never gone any further. You'd never seen her naked or anything like that; even when you grabbed her ass, you did it over her clothes.

Not that you were going to complain about her paying you that way. Your wallet appreciated the extra cash, but when exams were approaching, a good blowjob helped you release tension and clear your mind. It just so happened that Tzuyu gave the best blowjobs on campus, or so the rumors said. Unfortunately, you didn't have a large enough database to verify for yourself if that was true or not, but your own experience told you it was.

You and she were on different popularity rungs. You weren't an outcast, but you were definitely among the nerds, and that affected your social life. Plus, you were almost always studying, which further limited your interactions with other students, but you still managed to sleep with someone every now and then.

On the other hand, Tzuyu was several rungs above you on the social ladder. She was beautiful, charming, kind, lovely, a good person, beautiful, and many other positive qualities; which made her a truly popular student. Someone you wouldn't have a chance of sleeping with in a million years. But fate had it that she was your classmate, which ultimately led to this strange arrangement you two had.

You had most of your classes together, so it wasn't that unusual to see you talking occasionally. You were both good students, so no one was surprised if you shared notes or something like that, but beyond that, your illicit encounters had to go unnoticed by everyone else.

"Okay, but where?" Tzuyu asked, getting a little impatient.

"In my dorm, of course." As expected, she looked indignant at your answer.

"I'm not going into your dorm. If someone see us, they'll think we're up to no good."

"Unless you want to give me a blowjob in the library... we don't have anywhere else to go." It was always the same with her. Every time you two agreed that Tzuyu would give you a blowjob, she'd protest about having to do it in your dorm, but honestly, it was the best place you had available. "Oh, they say that if you go behind the science building at certain times, you can hear strange noises. Maybe you want to go there and check it out."

"Idiot." Tzuyu shoved your shoulder in exasperation. "Let's go to your dorm." She finally agreed. She knew it was the best option, too, because she wasn't going to risk someone discovering her on her knees behind a building with your cock in her mouth.

"Do you want to hold hands while we walk?" The question threw you off, but you weren't going to miss an opportunity like that, so... Bam! Tzuyu slapped your hand away when you tried to touch hers. "Honestly, I don't know how someone as intelligent as you doesn't understand sarcasm." Instead of taking your hand, she picked up the books she had left on the table and handed them to you. "Be helpful and take my books." With that, she left without another word.

Of course, Tzuyu knew the way to your dorm; she'd been there a few times already. This allowed her to walk a few steps ahead of you, trying to disguise the fact that you were walking together. You didn't mind because it gave you the freedom to stare at her ass, something no one could judge you for since everyone knew Tzuyu's ass was perfect.

Perhaps someone in the physics department should study the circumference of Tzuyu's ass; its roundness was perfect in many ways. It was large and might look a little chubby, but the almost perfect shape of her buttocks gave it an appearance of immaculate perfection. Even when small cellulite marks appeared when she decided to wear really short shorts, none of that could detract from the overall look of her rear. Simply put, Tzuyu's ass was almost supernaturally perfect.

Even with her perfect ass and her fleshy thighs and long legs, no one would dare say that Tzuyu's best feature wasn't her face. Seeing her was like being in the presence of an angel, at least without the part about the thousands of eyes, a being from another dimension. She was someone who didn't belong in this world full of people not as beautiful as her. Even though her ears were quite large, it only made her look cuter and gave her an aura of innocence, which her eyes complemented with a soft and kind gaze. And then there was her smile, oh, Tzuyu's smile could brighten anyone's day no matter how bad things were.

But of course, you weren't fooled by that perfect face and hypnotic laugh; you knew her other side, the one that not everyone got to see. Because the truth was that Tzuyu lost that kind look and angelic expression when she had a cock in her mouth. It just so happened that she'd had yours quite a few times, so in this case, your information was accurate.

You spent the entire walk to your dorm blatantly staring at Tzuyu's ass, but the way she strutted, swaying her hips, made it clear she knew you were doing it. It was like a way of teasing you because you both knew you'd never get to taste her ass, beyond a few simple grabs over her clothes.

Luckily for both of you, your roommate had dropped out of university, so until you were assigned a new roommate, you had the place to yourself. It wasn't very spacious, but at least it gave you and Tzuyu a place where no one would see what you were up to.

"Is your dick clean?" she asked casually once you'd closed the dorm door behind you.

The question made you roll your eyes. "Yeeesss. I showered just a few hours ago."

"Wash it up again anyway. I'm not going to touch your dick if it's dirty and smelly."

"Tzuyu… Ugh, okay." You practically threw her books onto the empty bed and strode off to the bathroom. When you came back out, she'd already made herself comfortable on your bed, sitting on the edge with an expression as if she were afraid of sitting on something dirty or catching some disease.

"The sheets are clean," you said before she could ask the question you knew she was going to ask. "Just… forget it." Instead of arguing with her, the best thing you could do was stand in front of Tzuyu and offer her your cock so she could do what she'd come here to do.

Since she'd made you wash your cock, you decided there was no point in putting it away again, so you stood in front of her with your boxers around your mid-thighs and your pants bunched up around your feet.

Tzuyu looked at you with an expression of indifference and surprise at you daring to put your cock so close to her face, but years of doing the same thing had taught you that the best thing to do with her was to be direct. Even if that sometimes earned you one of her murderous glares.

"Do I have to make it hard for you?"

"Come on, don't you expect me to do all the work?" You swayed your hips, making your cock swing from side to side to signal her to hurry up. "My cock isn't going to suck itself."

"Goooood." Tzuyu drew out the word, rolling her eyes in exasperation, as if you couldn't see her. But she didn't really care; that attitude was part of her charm, and she knew it.

At first, she only grabbed your cock with three fingers. Actually, she only used the fingertips to touch your member and start masturbating you as if she were handling a dirty object or taking something out of the trash, but as you got harder, the contact increased. By the time your cock was fully erect, Tzuyu had already wrapped her hand around it and was giving you a proper handjob, all the while looking at anything but your cock.

"Doesn't it disgust you to be so perverted?" she asked out of the blue, but when you saw where she was looking, you immediately understood why she was asking.

"No, they're vintage." She was looking at the porn magazines on your nightstand. "That magazine isn't even in print anymore. I got them at a garage sale last week."

"But do you really have to leave them there in plain sight?" The question seemed like a distraction from what she was doing, as if she didn't want to think about the way she was slowly moving her hand to stroke the length of your cock.

"Well. I don't have a roommate right now, so it doesn't matter. You're the only person who comes here. Want to see them?" You asked, reaching for one.

"Ewww, no!" She made a face of disgust at your suggestion, which struck you as ridiculous given the context. She had no problem giving you a handjob and a blowjob to pay you for doing her homework, but flipping through an old porn magazine was too much. You couldn't help but laugh at the situation.

Tzuyu's response to your laughter was to squeeze your member near the base and twist her hand while stretching the skin of your cock as far as it would go. A soft moan quickly replaced your laughter. "Be careful," you said, closing your eyes. "If you don't want me to cum on your face, be careful what you do."

"Don't even think about it. I'll kill you if you ruin my makeup or get it in my hair." That was the problem with Tzuyu. She could be doing something truly obscene, but she'd still try to act like her actions were the most normal thing in the world, all while treating you like a total pervert. A shame, because in your opinion, the only thing that could enhance Tzuyu's beauty was having that perfect face covered in thick strands of warm, freshly squeezed semen.

You bit your lip to stop yourself from telling her that her face was perfect for receiving a load. You knew that if you let those words out, she'd get angry. Although, in truth, she looked beautiful when she was angry. "But Chuwi…" You let the nickname hang in the air to test her reaction, because of course you weren't on the select list of people who could call her that. When it was clear that, at least for the moment, she wasn't bothered by your boldness, you continued. "You'd look beautiful with a little semen on your face." You didn't even get a chance to let out the mocking giggle you had prepared because she slapped you on the tip of your member, eliciting a groan instead.

In the end, it was Tzuyu who ended up letting out an amused, somewhat wicked, giggle at your reaction. "I already told you no." Tzuyu's hand traced the length of your member again. "Semen is hard to get out of hair, and for God's sake, I'm not taking a shower in this shithole."

You decided to overlook the fact that she was more worried about her hair and makeup, or about having to shower in your bathroom, than about you covering her face in semen. If you had suggested something like that last semester, it might have meant your death. You really were never going to understand Tzuyu.

To settle any argument about whether or not you could cum on her face, Tzuyu stretched out her tongue and placed the head of your penis against it. The contact of her tongue against your skin sent a shiver down your spine, making you shudder. This didn't go unnoticed by her, and she smiled at your reaction.

Tzuyu knew she had you in her hands, both figuratively and literally. While one hand explored your dick, the other caressed your balls. Her fingers gently traced your skin, eliciting sighs and small shivers. Tzuyu knew exactly what she was doing; somehow, she was an expert at playing with dicks.

Looking directly into your eyes, Tzuyu wrapped her lips around your head. Only the tip of your member was in her mouth, but you could already feel its warmth. Her tongue playfully circled your member until it moved to explore the opening of your urethra. Her cheeks were cupped the whole time because she never stopped sucking while doing all of this.

Meanwhile, the caresses on your balls continued. Tzuyu's fingers massaged your scrotum, maximizing the pleasure her mouth was giving you. She had done so little and she already had you on the verge of madness; she had only taken a small part of your member in her mouth and you were already clenching your buttocks to avoid cuming. No, you couldn't come so quickly. Not because you were embarrassed, with Tzuyu anyone would understand, but because you wanted to savor the moment as much as possible. Tzuyu's oral skills were something you didn't find very often.

As if reading your thoughts, Tzuyu slid her lips along your shaft, swallowing more and more of your flesh until a large portion was inside her mouth. Almost comically, her cheek warped under the pressure of your cock, clearly revealing a bulge inside her mouth.

Your cock bumped against the inside of her cheek a couple more times, creating that obscene bulge, before she changed the way she was sucking you. Her hand rested on your thigh while the other caressed the base of your member, twisting your skin and sending incredible sensations throughout your body. Now that Tzuyu was sucking you properly, moving her head back and forth, all you could do was enjoy her actions. Her mouth engulfed more and more of your anatomy without her showing any signs of wanting to stop.

You couldn't be an active participant in this. You knew that if you moved your hips or tried to hold Tzuyu's head, she'd scold you. That would probably be the end of the deal, and you'd still have to help her with her homework anyway. It was clear Tzuyu was giving you a blowjob, but she was treating you like little more than a toy. You were just a means to get what she wanted.

The sound of gagging pulled you from your thoughts, gagging that could only be Tzuyu's. She was forcing your cock into her mouth, actually bringing her face as close to your body as she could, willingly gagging on your member. The wet warmth of her throat enveloped your head, and you understood how deep inside her you were. That sensation set your imagination running wild, making you wonder if her pussy was just as tight and wet. Something you were sure you'd never find out for yourself.

Tzuyu pulled her face away from your body until only the tip remained in her mouth, then she swallowed as much of your member as she could. She moved closer and closer to you, each movement of her head plunging you deeper and deeper into her throat. Her warmth enveloped you deliciously as you watched your cock disappear inside her.

For the final few centimeters, Tzuyu gripped your ass with both hands and simply forced what remained of your cock into her throat. Her breath tickled you as her nose pressed against your abdomen. Tzuyu had finally managed to swallow your entire cock, an admirable feat given its size.

When she pulled away and let your cock fall from her mouth, she did so accompanied by wet, obscene sounds. Along with your member, a gush of saliva spurted out, dripping down her chin, some of it landing on the floor. Making bubbles with her breath, Tzuyu quickly spread her saliva all over your member. Her hands again traced its length as she panted heavily.

Her lips curved into an unavoidable smile; there was a joy on her face that she couldn't hide. Despite everything she said, Tzuyu couldn't prevent you from noticing how much she enjoyed sucking your cock. Maybe not your cock specifically, but it was obvious how much she liked having a piece of meat obstructing her throat.

Soon her breathing returned to some semblance of normality, and Tzuyu swallowed your member again. This time, she went as deep as she could in one go; her throat had become accustomed to the abuse, so swallowing the remaining few centimeters was effortless. Now, seeking a steady rhythm, Tzuyu began to move her head, more like fucking her own throat with your member than sucking your cock. Almost as if you were just a toy to her, which, in reality you were.

Tzuyu's ability to give a blowjob was incredible. She made you think about how much practice she really had, whether she had a toy at home that she had fun with every day or there were simply other chosen ones who got to feel her throat more often than you. It was probably the second option because Tzuyu could have whoever she wanted, right now she had your cock deep in her mouth just because she needed you for something, otherwise in your place she would find a boy more handsome and popular than you.

No one in his place would have complained about this treatment. A blowjob from someone as beautiful and skilled as Tzuyu was worth so much more than what she paid you to do her homework, it almost felt like a scam. You didn't even need the money, so feeling her throat squeeze your member was more like a gift than payment. No one would have preferred money over having Tzuyu's nose pressed against your abdomen while she choked on your cock.

In those displays of skill that always fascinated you, Tzuyu would go from having your cock deep in her throat to sucking sloppily. She would let her saliva run freely and drip from your member, she would press your head against the inside of her cheek forming that obscene bulge, she would move her head quickly, or she would cup her cheeks. You felt in heaven and needed nothing more in the world than Tzuyu's warm mouth around your throbbing cock.

In those rare moments when lack of air forced Tzuyu to leave her mouth free, she was in charge of continuing to masturbate you. Her hands never stopped pleasuring you when she was catching her breath, whether playing with your cock or your balls. Although it was clear that Tzuyu's priority was her own pleasure, she never left yours aside. She always made sure you had a good time, and boy did you enjoy those little moments with her. Locked there in your room, she didn't hold back and put on a spectacular show that showed off all her oral skills. you were sure that Tzuyu could go as far as she wanted in life just by using her mouth.

You were already getting tired of enduring the onslaught of pleasure that she provoked in you. You had your ass clenched for a while in an attempt not to cum so quickly, but you didn't want to hold on any longer. Trying to resist orgasm when Tzuyu was doing those things to your cock was downright stupid. "I-I-I'm close." you managed to sputter and make yourself heard over the wet sounds coming from your cock. Tzuyu's response was to take a deep breath to fill her lungs and then swallow your entire cock in one go. When you felt her nose press against your abdomen you simply exploded.

A torrent of warm cum shot from your cock directly into Tzuyu's throat. She didn't show any discomfort, on the contrary, her eyes shone with lust as she looked at you. Although it might also have been tears from having to hold her breath and swallow all the semen you were giving her.

With all the stress of final exams approaching you hadn't had time to cum properly so your balls were full, all that cum was there waiting to be released. Luckily for you, and perhaps Tzuyu's bad fortune, you were now giving free rein to all that you had accumulated. Which maybe was too much, maybe you should have warned her, but either way Tzuyu was well acquainted with how much cum you could produce. Only this time it was too much, causing her to miscalculate her chances of swallowing it all and something unexpected ended up happening.

Suddenly retching noises filled the room, Tzuyu was quickly running out of air and you couldn't stop cumming. In a reflex action she moved away from you a little and tried to breathe, which was worse because in an absolutely surprising way you saw how your semen shot out of Tzuyu's nostrils. As if she had a cold, your semen came out of her nose until she couldn't take it anymore and had to take your cock out of her mouth.

Panting and coughing, she spit some of your cum onto the floor and wiped her nose with the back of her hand, which she then wiped on the covers of your bed. She stood there breathing heavily with her head down and still coughing sometimes while you didn't know what to do. When she straightened up to look at you you could see that there was still a bit of cum on her nose and that the tears from running out of breath had totally ruined her makeup.

"Don't just stand there, idiot, get me something to clean myself up with." You were sure that if she hadn't been having trouble speaking, Tzuyu's tone would have been much angrier. "Forget it, idiot," she added, seeing your inaction. Tzuyu stood up and, after pushing you aside, ran the few steps to the bathroom. From the sounds you could hear, it was clear she was washing her face at the sink.

"This wouldn't have happened if you'd let me cum on your face," you said, approaching her to hand her a towel. The very same towel you'd used to dry your cock earlier.

A/N: Of course I was inspired by this moment.

Specifically, they deal with fashion wear for people aged fifty and above. You question yourself if there’s even a market for this age group, but hey, you’re not judging. They’ve been around for over sixty years and are still going strong. Although, they’re the least of your concern, since it would feel weird seeing a young, attractive person modelling elderly wear. No hate to them, but it just doesn’t fit what Gaeul needs.

“Velora…” you mumble, scrolling down the site. The deeper you go, the more your eyebrows furrow. Standard fashion and commercial work. Everything looks clean on paper: decent contracts for beginners, slow-to-modest progression, but very limited high-paying campaigns. However, their repertoire feels strangely limited for a top modelling agency in the country. You fear that your plans to protect and elevate Gaeul may backfire if you approach Velora.

You sigh and switch tabs. The last one on the list is Lumina Atelier. You scroll through their portfolio with focused intensity, vetting them in a similar fashion as to how you evaluated the other two. You’re not a professional investigator at all, hell you’re looking at them like you’re researching for a job interview. But sometimes, that’s enough.

“Oh…” you hum softly, eyebrows raising and dropping at irregular intervals. Unlike the others, Lumina is aggressive and broad — high-end fashion, lingerie, commercial shoots for food products, vehicles, lifestyle brands, and even some biotech-related modelling. They’re rising fast, with actual high-paying campaigns and real visibility.

Impressive.

Out of the three, Lumina is the only one with genuine potential.

You’re still comparing the agencies when someone suddenly drops down beside you on the bench.

“Whatcha looking at so seriously?”

You nearly drop your phone. Sakura is there, and you mean like she’s-seated-right-beside you there. She grins as she leans over with open curiosity. You quickly tilt the screen away from her sight and lock the screen, sliding the phone into your pocket.

“Sakura… hey. What are you doing here?”

“You’re sus.” She frowns at you, but shrugs anyway. Leaning back on the backrest, she swings her legs lightly. “Waiting for Jihoon to pick me up for our ‘date’.” She makes lazy air quotes with her fingers. “He’s late again.”

“Sakura…”

“Hmm?” she gives you a puzzled look.

You look at your thighs, appreciating the creases on your pants as you hesitate for a moment, then decide to be direct.

“Why are you still with him? Despite… everything.”

Sakura raises an eyebrow, then lets out a short, tired laugh.

“Straight to it, huh?” She stares up at the sky for a moment, mouth open as she takes in a deep pondering breath. “Honestly? Mostly for the sex. Jihoon has a really thick cock, and his bed skills are insane. When he fucks me right, I cum so hard it feels wonderful. Like my whole body lights up. I haven’t found another guy who can make me feel that good, that consistently.”

She says it so casually, without shame, but there’s a hint of tiredness underneath.

“Are you even finding?” you ask.

“I…” she looks back down, legs swinging a little faster. Then she glances at you, her expression turning more serious. “I know what happened to Sullyoon too. Don’t ask me how and why. I’m not saying anything. I can’t. I’m already in his palms as well. Plus, it’s not that easy to leave now. We’ve been together for a while. I already know too many of his secrets. If I try to pull away, he can make things very difficult for me… and for my family.”

She gives a small, resigned shrug.

“Sometimes it’s just easier to stay. Even if I know he only sees me as a toy to play with when he feels like it.”

You stare at her, frustration building.

“He’s a really shitty guy, Sakura. You should leave him.”

Sakura gives you a small, almost pitying smile. “You’re asking because of Gaeul, right? You’re scared that if she gets deeper into modeling and ends up around Jihoon, she might end up like Sullyoon or me, bullied, used, but too weak to do anything about it because of their position.”

You keep silent, but that silence says nothing, something, and everything.

Sakura stands up slowly as a familiar sports car pulls up in the distance. “Look… this world doesn’t like heroes. If you’re planning to do something stupid, make sure what… and who you’re doing it for is worth it.” Her voice softens a little. “I know how much you love Gaeul. And how much she loves you back. So don’t break her heart, okay?”

“Hey what’s that supposed to mean?”

Sakura walks forward as Jihoon’s car stops nearby, ignoring your question. He winds down the window and calls out lazily.

“Kkura! Get in.”

His eyes flick to you for a second. He makes a crude, filthy gesture with his tongue, then laughs.

“I’ll send you more stuff soon, Minjae. You’ll love it.”

You flip a middle finger at him as Sakura rolls her eyes, walking towards the car without another word. She gets in, and they speed off.

You sit there for a long moment after they disappear, pondering over Sakura’s words. You don't know if she meant to steer you in a particular direction, but she sure as hell did.

You sigh and pull out your phone again, and go back to Lumina Atelier’s page. Out of the three, it’s the only one with real potential — broader scope, faster growth, actual high-paying campaigns. Everything looks believable, and that's your best bet other than entering NOVATION, the den of lions itself.

You stare at the contact button for a while.

Finally, with steady fingers, you open their main office line and type a simple enquiry, inserting your campus email as the point of contact.

Email Address:

[email protected]

General Enquiry:

I want to talk. I’m interested in working with you.

You hit send.

A notification in your email inbox comes almost instantly.

From: [email protected]

Dear Mr. Ahn Minjae,

Tomorrow. 3 PM.

Our main office.

Come alone.

This is an automated computer generated response, please do not reply to this email.

You stare at the screen, heart pounding with a dangerous mix of dread and determination.

This is it.

———

“Next station, City Hall. The doors will open on the right.”

You glance at your trusty watch that does almost everything you wish a watch could do — your mobile phone — 02:34 P.M. Seems like you’ll be early. You stare at the continuous, blurry smudge of concrete and light through the subway train’s window. Your reflection is surprisingly clear despite the constant flashing strobe of lights, and you raise your hands to your neck, adjusting your tie as you tighten it. Your hands are wet and clammy — an obvious sign of nervousness.

Why wouldn't you be?

The next thing you know, you're standing right outside Lumina Atelier, neck raised high as you marvel at the scale of the building. You've already seen the building through images on the Internet, with numerous reviews emphasising on its sheer scale and size. But seeing it upfront with your own eyes? There's only one thought through your mind.

It's big. Like really big.

Hell, you can't even see the organisation’s building signage even if your neck lifts more than 180 degrees. You really can't help but wonder how they managed to gather such power and influence despite only being established two years ago. Building something on such a large scale would have taken a year and a half — unless they contracted like every construction company in the country.

You suck in a deep breath and step inside.

A polite receptionist guides you to a quiet meeting room on the upper floor. Two unnamed executives are already waiting — a sharp-eyed woman in her late thirties and a composed man in his early forties. Both are dressed in tailored business attire and carry themselves with the quiet confidence of people who hold real power.

They don't waste time with pleasantries.

“Sit,” the woman says, gesturing to the chair across from them as they settle down into theirs. “I am Ms Shin. And he is Mr Kwon.”

You give a small half-bow, eyes locked on them the entire time, before walking to the seat with unease.

“My name is—”

“We know who you are, Minjae. We know you’re connected to Gaeul and have been seen around Yujin. That’s why we agreed to this meeting.”

You sat down, keeping your expression neutral even though your pulse was racing. They've been keeping tabs on you. You shouldn't be surprised, but you are surprised.

The man leans forward slightly, folding his hands on the table. “We’ll be direct. Lumina Atelier is interested in expanding our influence inside NOVATION. Yujin is rising fast and has strong connections there. Gaeul is also gaining attention. You are close to both. That makes you useful.”

The woman continues smoothly, her tone professional but cold, staring at you as if she's trying to peer into your soul.

“We don’t operate like NOVATION. We don’t blackmail or plant evidence, nor do we coerce or anything of the likes. We believe in equivalent exchange. There is a normal, safe modeling path for those who want it — steady work, standard contracts. But if you want faster success, higher-paying campaigns, protection from certain… complications, and real opportunities for the people you care about, then there is a price. You give us access and cooperation. We give you results.”

You swallow hard.

“What exactly do you want from me?”

The man answers without hesitation.

“Information. Influence. Help in weakening certain power structures inside NOVATION. In return, we can offer better contracts for Gaeul, protection for your allies, and resources to deal with people like Jihoon and Director Oh. But understand this — once you step in, there is no halfway. The first payment begins with the test photoshoot tomorrow.”

The woman studies your face carefully.

“You came to us because the other agencies have no real potential. We are the only ones who can move fast enough to make a difference. But nothing here is free. Think very carefully before you agree.”

You sit in silence for a long moment, the weight of their words pressing down on you.

Gaeul’s face flashes in your mind. Sullyoon’s broken expression. Winter’s quiet support. The video Jihoon had sent. Yujin’s control.

You have already come this far.

“I understand,” you say finally, voice steady despite the storm inside you. “I’m in.”

“Good.” The woman gives a small, satisfied nod. “Stand, and give me a small turn.”

“Here?”

“Just do as she says,” the man urges.

You stand and step slightly forward, giving a small hesitant twirl around your spot. When you're done, you stand that awkwardly, not sure what that was all about.

Ms Shin looks at you throughout, scanning your body from head to toe, nodding subtly with raised eyebrows.

“Very good. Very good indeed.” She finally speaks, before scribbling down something on her notepad before continuing. “ We have a use for you after all. The photoshoot is scheduled for tomorrow afternoon. Prove your worth. Mr Kang Taejun will direct. Consider it your first test and your first payment.”

The man stands up, signaling the meeting is over.

“Welcome to Lumina Atelier, Ahn Minjae. We look forward to seeing how useful you can be.”

You leave the building with a strange mix of determination, puzzlement and dread settling in your chest.

There’s no turning back now.

———

You set down the phone and start zoning out. You were nothing. Now you have something.

You hope that it is something.

You hope that it will become something.

Not for yourself, but for her.

———

“Nice to meet you, my name is Kang Taejun. You can call me Taejun, but during shooting sessions, I am to be referred to as Director Kang.” He reaches his hand out for a welcome shake.

“Nice to meet you as well, Director Kang,” you say, reaching out to give him a handshake. It’s firm, powerful, and confident — one that speaks of his professionalism.

“Let’s get straight to work,” he says, turning to guide you towards the epicenter of the room. Along the way, he gives you a brief introduction of the different critical locations, which you are already somewhat familiar with — thanks to your attendance at the NOVATION shoot last week. The set is still quite empty apart from a few staff moving props around, which you assume is because it’s still early.

As if reading your mind, Taejun opens his mouth to address your concern. “We called you here earlier because we wanted you to familiarise with the place. The shoot will begin in about an hour’s time. You nervous?”

“Kind of? I’ve been to a photoshoot before, but it feels larger and grander here.”

“Don’t be. Have you been told what you’ll be modelling for?”

“No?”

“What? Then why are you even here? Wait, never mind, give me a minute.”

Taejun stops right in front of his laptop that’s tethered to the camera of the set and takes out his phone, seemingly giving a call as you see him whispering on the phone. While waiting, you look around, taking in the sight of the photography studio, making mental notes as to where the important locations are. From a single glance, the studio’s intent becomes clear. The set holds the centre, open and commanding, with enough breathing room around it that nothing feels crowded. The equipment room lingers just behind while the prop room waits off to the side, both granting easy access. Across from it, the makeup and changing rooms sit paired together, allowing talent to slip in and out of transformation without disrupting the flow. Everything is close, purposeful, and effortlessly in reach — yet the space never presses in.

To summarise, it’s to maximise efficiency.

You glance toward the changing room — the door carelessly left open — hoping to catch a glimpse of what will be modelled today. And your heart skips a beat. The fabric hanging off the clothes rack looks… risqué. They’re lacy, see-through, boasting a multitude of colours that one would never wear in public. You clasp your hands together and pray to every god you can think of that you didn’t sign up for a lingerie shoot.

“Minjae,” Taejun snaps you out of your daze. “Are you really sure that they didn’t tell you anything?”

“Yea. So, what’s this shoot about?”

“Well… it’s a bit hard to tell you since you were kept in the dark, but it’s a lingerie shoot. I deal with lingerie,” Taejun reveals.

“I figured that much,” you say, pointing at the risqué clothing through the open changing room door. “It doesn’t bother me. So what’s my job today? Props? Lights? Just tell me what to do.”

“…” You’re greeted with silence from Taejun.

“What?” you ask.

“You have got to be joking right?”

Taejun smiles at you awkwardly. “Yes.”

“No way. Me? A lingerie model?”

“Yes, yes, and yes,” he says, nodding at each of your questions. “From what I see, you do have a very nice body.”

“I’m not walking out of this one right?”

“No. You’ve already signed the contract.”

“Fuck.”

“I’ll guide you along, so trust me.”

You stand there, looking at him, a million thoughts running through your mind, and yet, you don’t know what those million thoughts are.

Only one thought manages to surface — this is for Gaeul. That’s all that matters.

“Alright. I don’t have a choice.”

“Great. You can head to the male changing room and wait for your makeup artist and wardrobe stylist. I’ll give you a holler when your model counterparts arrive.”

“Fuck.”

Fuck indeed.

You nod and walk away towards the male changing room, the risqué lingerie sets still burned into your mind, hoping you're not donning female lingerie. You push the door open and step inside. The room is surprisingly spacious despite it looking small from the outside, with mirrors lining one wall, a long counter with lights, and several racks of clothing. Exactly like how a changing room should look like. A female stylist and makeup artist are already waiting for you.

“Minjae, right?” the stylist asks with a professional smile. “Let’s get you ready.”

The next forty minutes pass in a blur of measurements, fabric adjustments, and light makeup. They dress you in a pastel pink robe over the first lingerie set — a fitted, semi-sheer (can't have everyone in public seeing your penis) pair of boxer-briefs with subtle strapping details that leave very little to the imagination.

You stare at your reflection and feel a wave of embarrassment mixed with disbelief. This is really happening. Well, at least you're not wearing women’s lingerie.

Then, a knock on the door. Taejun’s voice comes through.

“Minjae, we’re ready for you on set. The girls are already here.”

You take one last deep breath and lightly slap yourself on the cheeks before stepping out. The studio has entirely transformed during your absence. Lights are set up, softboxes and prop chairs positioned perfectly, and a large white cyclorama backdrop creates a clean, modern atmosphere. Faux semi transparent white curtains drape the background, meshing well with a contrasting rose pink carpet floor. The floor is littered with bundles of soft silky blankets in a deeper pink that carries a tinge of sheen, purposefully arranged in an artfully disorganised manner.

Taejun gestures toward the two women already on set.

“Minjae, meet your co-models for today. This is Baek Jiheon,” he says, nodding to the girl on the left wearing a striking black off-shoulder dress with delicate lace details and brown-framed glasses. She sits casually in a vibrant red chair, one leg crossed over the other, exuding effortless confidence and quiet sensuality.

“And this is Lee Chaeyoung,” Taejun continues, indicating the girl on the right in a pure white sleeveless top with lace trim and a matching skirt, her long black hair cascading down her back. She stands with graceful poise, her aura soft yet undeniably alluring.

Jiheon gives you a bright, playful smile. “Nice to meet you, Minjae. Looking forward to working with you.”

Chaeyoung tilts her head, a teasing glint in her eyes. “Likewise. Let’s make this shoot fun.”

You give a small nod, already hyper-aware of their presence. They're pretty. Like really pretty — to the point where “pretty” feels like an understatement. You give a brief introduction of yourself, all while admiring the smooth expanse of Jiheon’s exposed shoulders and the way Chaeyoung’s white outfit contrasts with her flawless skin. There’s really something different about models as compared to those who are not, often exuding a confident and magnetic aura that prickles people’s nerves. Your pulse quickens.

“Wow, you cleaned up real nice,” she says, eyes scanning you up and down. “The robe looks good, but I bet what’s underneath looks even better.”

Chaeyoung tilts her head, a teasing glint in her eyes. “Agreed. Let’s see how well you wear it once the robe comes off.”

Taejun claps his hands once. “Alright, let’s start with solo shots for the girls to warm up the set. Minjae, watch and get comfortable.” He pauses then adds, “As briefed, today's theme will be Candy Confessions. Sweet, sultry, and impossible to resist. Let's impress the customer.”

Jiheon goes first. She lounges in the red chair with effortless sensuality, one hand resting near her face, the other holding a small white plush bunny toy as she arches her back and bends forward. The black off-shoulder dress slips slightly off one shoulder, revealing her milky smooth skin. She looks intellectual yet dangerously seductive behind her glasses.

Chaeyoung follows, posing against a plain backdrop in her white sleeveless lace top. She stands with quiet elegance. With a soft but captivating expression, she touches her long straight hair lightly with one hand. The lace details accentuate her curves, and the pure white fabric makes her already bright skin glow brighter under the lights.

You watch them both, unable to look away. Their bodies are stunning — toned yet soft in all the right places, their movements graceful and confident. The aura they carry is intoxicating, and you feel heat rising in your chest from pure admiration and nervousness.

After the solo shots, Taejun calls everyone together.

“Now for the main couple and trio shots. Minjae, you’re the male lead today. Just follow my direction and try to relax. The camera loves confidence.”

The first few setups are straightforward. Or more like you are straightforward. You start stiff and unsure, but you try to draw on what you observed at the NOVATION shoot: keeping your shoulders back, chin slightly lifted, and making subtle adjustments on the fly. But you feel awkward and self-conscious. Taejun notices and gives encouraging feedback, guiding your attempts.

Jiheon leans in during one pose, her voice soft and encouraging. “Hey, relax. You’re doing fine. Just breathe and pretend we’re just three friends messing around. No pressure.”

Chaeyoung adds with a gentle smile, “Yeah, loosen up those shoulders. You have a great body, own it.”

Their kind words help a little. You start to loosen up as the shoot progresses and you get more accustomed towards what should and shouldn't be done.

As the poses become more intimate, Jiheon and Chaeyoung move closer, their bodies brushing against yours. Hands on chests, fingers tracing collarbones, lips and hot breaths hovering near necks. The air grows thicker with tension. Sexual tension.

“Minjae, put your hand on Jiheon’s waist — lower. Chaeyoung, lean into his chest. Perfect. Hold that gaze.”

During a short break, Taejun pulls you aside while the girls get their makeup touched up.

“You’re doing well,” he says quietly. “But I assume the higher-ups didn’t fully explain the rest of the shoot to you. Besides modeling, there’s also the ‘payment’ part. After the main shots, you’ll be expected to satisfy the models’ sexual thirst. It’s part of how we operate here. Just follow their lead and do your best.”

Your stomach drops, but you nod stiffly. There’s no backing out now.

When the shoot resumes, the dynamic shots begin. Jiheon and Chaeyoung become much bolder. In one setup, Jiheon presses herself fully against your front, her body rolling subtly against yours as she looks up at you through her glasses. “Like this,” she murmurs, grinding her hips slowly against your groin. The friction is maddening. You feel yourself hardening under the thin robe.

Chaeyoung, on your other side, presses her breasts firmly into your arm and grinds her hip against your thigh in slow, teasing circles. “Mmm… you’re getting hard already,” she whispers. “Let us feel and see how hot you think we are.”

The grinding intensifies in the next poses. Jiheon rolls her hips in sensual waves, her lace-covered body sliding against yours with purposeful pressure. Chaeyoung mirrors her, grinding harder, her white lace top brushing your skin as she whispers filthy encouragement.

Lace… at this point, they might be your worst nemesis.

“Minjae, turn your head toward Jiheon — yes. Chaeyoung, press closer. Perfect chemistry,” Taejun calls out.

Jiheon leans in with a mischievous grin. “You were so tense earlier, but now you’re reacting so well. Does it feel good when we tease you like this?”

Chaeyoung adds, biting her lip, “I bet you’re dying to touch us for real. But you have to wait until the private room.” She trails her fingers dangerously close to your groin, all while smiling innocently for the camera.

“Feel how wet we’re getting just from teasing you?” Jiheon purrs.

You’re fully affected now. Your heart is racing, cock straining against the lingerie briefs, every nerve ending on fire from their constant, intentional contact.

Taejun calls out approvals from behind the camera, but you barely hear him. All you can focus on is the warmth of their skin, the softness of their bodies, and the growing ache between your legs.

By the time Taejun finally calls “Wrap!”, you’re breathing heavily, body buzzing with unresolved tension and desire.

Jiheon pats your shoulder with a wink.

“You did amazing. Can’t wait for the after-party.”

Chaeyoung blows you a kiss.

“See you in the private room. Don’t keep us waiting too long.”

Taejun approaches you as the crew starts packing up.

“You did really well today. A little nervous at the start, but you found your rhythm quickly. Natural flair and good instincts. We’ll have the private session in fifteen minutes. You don't need to get changed at all. Easier access.”

You nod, heart still racing.

As you head back to the changing room, one thought keeps repeating in your head:

This was only the beginning.

Fuck. How many beginnings are there… Every new thing feels like it is only the beginning.

When you’re done resting — though you don’t think you managed to rest at all — Taejun gives your door a soft knock.

“This way,” he says calmly, leading you down a short hallway to a private lounge at the back of the building. The room is luxurious but still reserved — soft lighting, a large sectional couch, a full-length mirror on one wall, and a small bar area in the corner. It feels intimate, almost too intimate. Or maybe you're just sensitive.

Jiheon and Chaeyoung are already inside, lips mashed against each other in a deep, hungry makeout. Taejun closes the door behind you and locks it with a quiet click. The sound echoes in the sudden silence as the two girls slowly pull apart, a thick string of spit connecting their tongues. They turn to look at you, eyes dark with anticipation.

He turns to face you, his expression professional and composed, the same calm mentor demeanour he had during the shoot.

“This is the first payment,” he simply says. “In Lumina Atelier, we operate on equivalent exchange. You are not required to initiate anything. The girls will lead. Your role is to participate, follow their pace, and show your value. How well you perform here will directly influence the level of support we can provide for your girlfriend — better contracts, protection, opportunities. Everything is connected.”

“Wait… you have a girlfriend?” Jiheon tilts her head, her playful expression shifting to genuine surprise.

You nod stiffly, the word “girlfriend” feeling like a knife in your chest.

“And you still signed the contract? Knowing what the payment would be?” Chaeyoung says, equally surprised.

“Yeah… although I guess I only had myself to blame for not reading the fine print carefully. Sure, they could have told me, but it’s not as if it wasn't written in the contract.” You smile sheepishly, embarrassed at your blunder. “I was just… anxious and worried.”

You look back at the three of them, Chaeyoung already pulling Jiheon closer, whispering things that you can't make out.

“We can make do with just Taejun if you want out,” Jiheon offers softly, looking back at you. “We don’t want to force you into something you’re not comfortable with. Really. We can handle it ourselves.”

The offer hangs in the air.

“I'm sure Taejun wouldn't mind right?” Chaeyoung says, cocking her eyebrow as she gives him a nudge, to which he responds with a small nod.

For a split second, you feel a wave of relief. There’s a way out. You could walk away right now. You could tell them you can’t do this. But then you remember why you’re here.

“It’s alright,” you say quietly. “I have to fulfil the contract.”

The girls exchange a quick glance. Jiheon’s eyes soften with understanding, while Chaeyoung gives you a small, almost sympathetic nod.

“Okay then…” Jiheon says, her smile returning, though gentler this time. “We’ll take good care of you. No pressure. Just… let us lead.”

Chaeyoung leans in closer, her breath warm against your ear. “We’ll make it feel good,” she whispers. “You’re doing this for someone important, right? Then trust us.”

Taejun, who has been quietly undressing on the side, gives a single nod of approval.

“Begin when you’re ready.”

They’re already starting to shed the outer layers that they wore during the photoshoot breaks, revealing the elegant lingerie underneath — Jiheon in black, Chaeyoung in white.

You stand there, heart pounding. This is it. The real price.

Jiheon steps forward first, a playful yet hungry smile on her lips as she looks you up and down. “You were so good on set,” she murmurs seductively. “But I’ve been dying to feel and see you since the moment you walked out.”

Chaeyoung moves in from the other side, pressing her body lightly against yours, her hand already trailing down your chest. “We’ve been waiting for this,” she adds softly, eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Jiheon and Chaeyoung waste no time. Their hands move with desperate hunger, fingers tugging at the tie of your pastel pink robe. With teasing smiles, they pull the string, unknotting and letting the overlapping fabric fall open, sliding off your shoulders, pooling at your feet. Their eyes drop immediately to the semi-sheer lingerie briefs underneath. The thick outline of your heavy cock clearly visible, straining hard against the thin material, the head already peeping out from the hem.

Jiheon lets out a soft, appreciative hum, biting her lower lip as she kneels down. “Fuck… look at that,” she whispers, voice already thick with lust. “It’s already so hard even before we’ve touched it properly. Comparable to Taejun’s”

Chaeyoung joins Jiheon, kneeling down, pressing her soft cheek against the warm bulge before taking a deep, shameless inhale. Her nose traces slowly along the thick length as she breathes you in, eyes fluttering in pleasure.

“Mhmm… you smell so fucking good,” she murmurs, nuzzling her face against your cock through the fabric. You can feel the dampened friction she’s giving your erect length, and it’s driving you insane. “Warm… masculine… I can already tell how full you are. God, I bet it tastes even better.”

Jiheon traces her manicured nails lightly over the material, following every ridge and vein with deliberate slowness, feeling you throb and twitch under her touch. “It looks so thick,” she admires, already drooling. “Heavy too… I can feel it pulsing against my fingers. This cock is going to feel incredible stretching our mouths open.”

They don’t rush at all. Instead, they spend long moments worshipping you through the fabric — stroking, squeezing, rubbing their cheeks and lips along the outline while whispering filthy praises. The sensations are maddening, making you crave for more as your hips jerk into their touches. Chaeyoung cups your balls gently through the briefs, rolling them in her fingers as she looks up at you with sparkling eyes.

“These feel so full… so heavy. You must have been aching the entire shoot, huh? Thinking about us while you posed?”

“I love how it twitches every time I kiss it… like it’s begging for our mouths already.” Jiheon leans in, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the side of your shaft, her warm breath soaking through the thin material. The thin fabric has already darkened from their licks and kisses, and your cock grows impossibly harder against the escapable restraints, begging to be released, begging to be caressed.

Their hands grow bolder. Chaeyoung hooks her fingers into the waistband and slowly peels the briefs down, letting your cock spring free. It slaps heavily against her cheek with a soft, meaty sound, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.

Both girls let out soft, needy moans at the sight.

“God… it’s even better than I imagined,” Jiheon breathes, eyes wide with hunger. “So thick… so veiny… look how it’s throbbing for us.”

Chaeyoung wraps both hands around your shaft, giving it a slow, twisting pump from base to tip, spreading your pre-cum all over the head. “Fuck… it’s so warm and heavy in my hands,” she whispers, stroking you slowly with a suffocating force. “I can feel every vein… every pulse. You’re going to ruin our mouths with this cock, aren’t you?”

The both of them keep working you with their hands and mouths, stroking and twisting, licking the sides, kissing the head, rubbing their soft cheeks and lips along every inch while moaning softly. It’s as if you’re an undiscovered treasure, for them to trace, for them to map every inch of your meaty terrain.

Jiheon pumps you with one hand while her other gently massages your balls, rolling them tenderly. “These feel so full… I bet you have so much cum for us,” she purrs, leaning in to drag her tongue slowly from the base all the way to the tip. Chaeyoung joins her, their tongues occasionally brushing against each other as they lick and kiss along your shaft. The wet, slick sounds of their tongues fill the room, growing steadily louder as their movements become more eager.

You can’t help the low, involuntary groan that escapes your throat. Your hips twitch forward, and both girls moan in response, clearly loving your reaction.

“Listen to that sound,” Chaeyoung whispers, wrapping her hands around you, pumping you faster, her hand twisting on every upstroke. “He’s starting to lose it already.”

Jiheon takes your cock from Chaeyoung’s hands and looks up at you with dark, lust-filled eyes, stroking you firmly. “You’re getting so much harder… so much thicker in my hand. Does it feel good when we worship your cock like this?”

You barely manage a nod, sinking into the pleasure their hands provide. They keep doing this for agonising minutes:

Pump, lick, twist.

Squeeze, kiss, rub.

Repeating the cycle over and over again, slowly increasing the intensity, letting the wet, lewd sounds grow louder and faster. Only when your breathing turns ragged and your cock drips with their saliva and your pre-cum do they finally move in for the real thing.

You’ve never noticed, but Taejun has already undressed entirely. He’s standing by the side, stroking his cock as he revels in the sight of the two desperate sluts worshipping your cock. “Taejun…” you manage a soft grunt.

He smiles at you before standing beside Chaeyoung. “Feel good? Just relax and enjoy. If you’re worried, just think of it as a transaction, and they’re just your sex toys, like how they're treating you as theirs.”

Right as he says that, Chaeyoung immediately turns her attention to him, taking his cock into her mouth with a wet, eager gluck. She sucks him deep and sloppy, head bobbing as wet slurping sounds fill the room.

You’re not neglected.

“I want his cock first,” Jiheon says, squeezing your thick length with a confident, teasing pressure. “You can have Taejun for now.” She gives you the sweetest devilish smile you've ever seen, before taking you into her mouth, sucking your tip sloppily as her tongue twirls in perfect circles. Despite plunging her throat onto Taejun’s cock, Chaeyoung’s hand remains on your cock, stroking you continuously while Jiheon licks and slurps on the exposed upper part of your cock. They work you and Taejun together, hands and mouths never stopping as the room fills with louder, wetter sounds of slurps, glucks, and schlicks, head bobbing eagerly, hands pumping into a blur, moans vibrating around your cocks.

You’re fully caught now — embarrassed and reluctant, but unable to deny how intensely good it feels. Your face contorts in pleasure despite yourself. Their strokes are soft yet firm, sending sparks of heat up your spine. You let out a low, involuntary grunt, hips twitching forward.

“Don’t be shy,” Jiheon whispers, looking up at you with a seductive, satisfied smile, her breath hot against your bulge. “Just focus on me.” She dives back down and stuffs you back into her mouth.

“Mhmm… you taste so fucking good… your cock is perfect… so big and hard for me… I love how it fills my mouth…” Jiheon moans.

Chaeyoung continues sucking Taejun sloppy and deep beside you, the wet glucking sounds mixing with her muffled moans. Her hands have already left your cock at this point, twisting around Taejun’s shaft as she bobs desperately on his tip. You’re both a groaning mess as both girls work your cocks at the same time, devouring the sweet nectar that leaks copiously from your slits.

You can’t help but relax slightly at the obscene sight, breathing growing heavier, a reluctant groan escaping your throat.

Jiheon pulls off your cock with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her plump lips to the glistening head.

“Switch,” she says to Chaeyoung with a wicked grin.

Chaeyoung releases Taejun and moves to you. She takes your cock into her mouth eagerly, sucking you deeper than Jiheon did, her tongue pressing firmly along the underside as she hums in pleasure.

“Fuck… your cock is so thick,” she moans around you, the vibrations traveling straight through your shaft. “Feels so good in my mouth… I love how it stretches my lips… so heavy on my tongue…”

Chaeyoung sucks you differently as compared to Jiheon. She’s more aggressive, but she doesn’t just mindlessly jam her head onto you. Each plunge is coupled with an exaggerated slight twist of her head, which doesn’t seem much to a bystander, but it enables you to fill and push deeper into her throat. Your throat runs dry as your entire length penetrates Chaeyoung’s warm tunnel over and over again, her throat muscles working around your length relentlessly.

To the side, Jiheon takes Taejun into her mouth, filling it full with something once again, sucking him with equal enthusiasm while occasionally glancing over at you with lust-filled eyes. She pulls off Taejun every few bobs, smacking his cock on her lips, spreading her saliva and his juices all over her lips, making it glossy and shiny before taking him back in with another playful grin. The girls keep praising both of you as they switch again and again, their voices dripping with seduction.

“Your cock is one of the best we’ve had,” Chaeyoung murmurs, stroking you with both hands while licking the underside. “So big… so hard… Makes me wanna see you use it on us.”

Jiheon nods, lips stretched around Taejun’s cock before pulling off to speak.

“Your body too… so toned… so fucking hot. We’re lucky today.”

To make you feel more at ease, Taejun gives a calm instruction.

“Let both of them take care of you at the same time.”

Jiheon and Chaeyoung immediately move together. They kneel side by side in front of you, tongues out, lips pressing against opposite sides of your cock. They slide up and down together, sandwiching your thick shaft between their soft, wet mouths, slurping and licking from base to tip in perfect sync.

The sensation is overwhelming. You let out a deep, guttural groan, your hand instinctively moving to the back of both their heads.

“Shit…” you grunt. “That feels… too fucking good.”

The girls moan around your cock as they continue their sloppy, double blowjob. Their tongues swirl as their lips suck, and spit drips down your shaft and balls while their mouths fight over juices leaking out of your head.

Chaeyoung pulls off with a gasp, strings of spit connecting her lips to your cock as she strokes you fast with both hands, twisting on every upstroke. You’re throbbing hard, hips twitching as the pleasure builds.

Jiheon looks up at you with dark, lust-drunk eyes, lips stretched around the side of your cock. “Don’t cum yet,” she begs softly, voice husky and pleading. “We’re not done worshipping this perfect cock… hold it for us a little longer.”

“Yeah… let us enjoy you. Your cock feels so fucking good in our mouths… we want to make it even wetter… even harder before you give us all your cum.”

The girls don’t give you any time to recover. They stand up and move to the couch right in the middle of the room, Jiheon grabbing your hand and pulling you along. Moving in practiced coordination, Chaeyoung climbs on all fours on the couch, ass up and back arched deeply. Taejun steps behind her without a word, lines up, and sinks his cock into her soaked pussy in one smooth thrust. Chaeyoung moans loudly, pushing back to take him deeper.

Jiheon nudges you onto the couch as well, asking you to kneel right in front of the Chaeyoung. Chaeyoung looks at your cock with sex-drunk eyes, licking her lips in anticipation. When you’re in position, Jiheon takes her place behind you and drops to her knees. She places her hands on your ass and spreads your cheeks. Before you can react, her warm, wet tongue presses flat against your rim.

“Fuck—” you grunt, body jerking forward at the sudden, filthy sensation, your upright throbbing erection splitting apart Chaeyoung’s lips. Chaeyoung takes you in greedily as Taejun fucks into her, hands propped onto the sofa, fingers gripping the cushion tight as she revels in the pleasure of being filled on both ends.

“Relax… let her eat your ass while I take care of this pretty cock,” Chaeyoung purrs as she pulls you out of her mouth, looking up at you with her wicked, lust-drunk eyes. She leans forward and opens her mouth again, taking you back into the depths of her throat in one smooth motion as Taejun continues to pound into her from behind. Every hard thrust from Taejun pushes her forward, forcing more of your cock down her throat, gagging her deep and hard as saliva leaks from the edges of her mouth, running down her string, swinging everywhere erratically.

Jiheon moans softly as she licks and draws slow, broad circles around your tight hole, her tongue teasing and pressing around it with wet, filthy sounds. The feeling is intense and overwhelming — warm, slippery, and deeply humiliating in the best-worst way. Every circle she draws your muscles relax and your puckered hole opens, allowing her to plunge her tongue deeper into your ass.

“Fuck Jiheon… it feels so weird, but it’s so good…” you grunt in pleasure.

The contrast is devastating.

Jiheon’s tongue works relentlessly behind you while Chaeyoung’s mouth sucks you sloppy and deep in front. Pornographic sounds fill the room: Taejun’s hips slapping against Chaeyoung’s ass, her gagging moans around your cock, and Jiheon’s soft, hungry hums as she rims you.

Taejun groans, gripping Chaeyoung’s hips tighter as he fucks her harder.

“She’s getting so tight,” he mutters. “Gonna fill her up soon.”

“Yes—fuck me harder—please—I love getting filled—on both ends like this—” Chaeyoung pulls off your cock just long enough to gasp. “Fuck—both your cocks—so thick—so fat—so full—fuck”

Jiheon doesn’t stop rimming you for a second, her tongue plunging deep in, as if trying to push you over the edge. Her fingers are now deep inside her own pussy, plunging fast and hard, and her own juices are dripping incessantly onto the couch beneath. Every moan she makes sends shivers up your spine. You’re shaking now, hands clenched at your sides, trying desperately not to lose control too fast. The dual sensation is almost too much.

“Fuck—I’m gonna cum—” Jiheon moans, her hand now a blur as she jams her fingers in and out of her cunt, desperately chasing her high. Right as she shatters, Chaeyoung shivers and shakes around your cock, screaming around your cock as she crosses the edge as well. Both of them cum at the same time, unleashing waves after waves of hot juices everywhere.

Taejun doesn’t stop pumping throughout Chaeyoung’s orgasm, his pace turning brutal as he chases after his own orgasm. He slams into Chaeyoung with deep, powerful strokes until he buries himself to the hilt and groans loudly.

“Take it—”

Chaeyoung moans loudly around your cock, still convulsing from the sensitivity as Taejun pumps rope after rope of cum deep inside her. You can see her body shudder and shake as she gets filled to the brim.

The moment Taejun finishes and pulls out, Chaeyoung pulls off your cock with a wet pop, breathing hard, cum already starting to leak down her thighs. Jiheon finally moves from behind you, pushing you onto the couch. The two girls kneel between your legs, looking at your cock with messy, flushed faces.

“Your turn,” Jiheon purrs. “Cum on our faces. Paint our pretty faces white.”

“Fuck—make us prettier, please.” Chaeyoung strokes you fast with one hand, joining Jiheon’s hands as they twist on every upstroke. Their mouths open wide on your tip, eyes locked on yours as they wait for your blessing.

You can’t hold back anymore.

With a deep, broken groan, you explode. Thick, heavy ropes of cum shoot across their pretty faces, streaking their cheeks, nose, lips, and tongue. They moan in pleasure, taking every pulse like it’s a gift as they keep pumping you through it, milking out every last drop until you’re completely spent, chest heaving, legs shaking.

The room falls into heavy, satisfied silence for a moment, only broken by the ragged breathing and the faint sound of cum dripping.

Then the door to the private room clicks open.

Ms Shin — the same sharp-eyed woman from the interview — walks in calmly, still dressed in her crisp business attire.

“Yuna,” Taejun grunts, giving her a nod of acknowledgement.

She reciprocates his greeting and turns to look at you and the two girls. She doesn’t look surprised at the scene in front of her: two girls on their knees with cum on their faces and leaking from one of their pussies, you standing there spent and breathing hard.

She scans the room with a cool, appraising gaze, then looks directly at you.

“Not bad for your first payment,” she says professionally but with a hint of approval. “Your stamina and responsiveness are acceptable. The girls seem satisfied.”

She tilts her head slightly, eyes flicking over to their cum covered faces.

“Hi Yuna~ he’s awesome~” Jiheon praises with a wide smile.

“I want a session with him soon already,” Chaeyoung adds on sultrily. “I wonder how his cock will feel like inside me, stretching me wide.”

Jiheon giggles and pulls Chaeyoung in for a kiss, them both moaning into each other as they lick your cum off each other’s faces. Yuna stands there and pens down notes, appreciating the snowballing that's happening between Jiheon’s and Chaeyoung’s lips. When they're finally done, they turn to look at you, showing your cum in their mouths before they swallow it down with an exaggerated gulp.

“Tasty~” Jiheon licks her lips in satisfaction.

“We’ll review the footage and let you know how your performance will affect your benefits,” Yuna cuts in. “For now… clean up and rest. We’ll contact you soon.”

Yuna gives Taejun one last nod, then turns and leaves the room as quietly as she entered, the door clicking shut behind her.

Taejun, who had been quietly putting his clothes back on, glances at you. “That was Yuna, or who you know as Ms Shin,” he says, buttoning his shirt.

“Who exactly is she?” you ask, grunting as the girls take your cock back into their mouths, sucking and lick the remaining cum off.

“She’s one of the top models in the company and also sits on the executive side. These days she mostly works as a consultant and talent evaluator, but she still takes on select modeling jobs when the campaign is important enough.”

“J-Jiheon, if you keep doing that, I’m gonna get hard again…” you plead.

“Hehehe~ you’re so cute,” she says, letting out a dreamy little sigh. “What makes you think I'm not?”

“Stop teasing him already, Heonnie,” Taejun says.

“Alright~” Jiheon murmurs, wiping a thumb across her lip as she lets your ‘cleaned’ cock go. “But really, Yuna-unnie is seriously amazing. You may not have seen her works before, but she's sexy as hell on camera. The fact that she came in herself… that’s a really good sign.”

Chaeyoung nodded, licking the corner of her mouth with a satisfied grin. “Yeah. She doesn’t bother showing up for just anyone. You must have done something right, Minjae. Yuna-unnie’s standards are insanely high.”

You barely manage a weak nod, still trying to process everything. Your body feels heavy and your mind even heavier.

Fully dressed, Taejun gives you a small reassuring pat on the shoulder. “Clean up and rest for now. Someone will contact you soon about the next steps.”

This is only the first real payment.

And you already know it won’t be the last.

———

After a quick shower in the connected bathroom (just really how well-thought the entire set is), you change back into your normal clothes in the quiet changing room. Taejun and the two beautiful girls seem to have left when you were showering, and the private lounge sits empty now, cold and deserted, a stark contrast from the luxurious haze of sex earlier.

You finally pull out your phone.

The screen lights up with a flood of notifications.

41 missed calls.

14 new messages.

All from Karina.

Your heart drops. Whatever it is, it must be urgent. You swallow hard and tap her name, calling her back. She picks up almost immediately.

“Master! Where have you been?!” Karina exclaims worriedly. “I've been calling you non-stop for hours!”

“I'm sorry,” you say hoarsely. “I was at the photoshoot, working on my first assignment. It ran… longer than expected and I had to have my phone on silent the whole time.”

There’s a short, heavy pause.

“…Photoshoot?” Karina repeats, suspicion creeping into her tone. “Aren’t you just an assistant? It shouldn’t take that long. And why do you sound like that? You sound exhausted.”

“I’m just tired,” you mutter.

“What the hell is going on?” she fires back, sharper now. “I know how LA works, Master. Your lies aren’t going to work on me. Tell me the truth.”

You hesitate, fingers tightening around the phone until your knuckles turn white.

You hesitate, fingers tightening around the phone.

“I… was working as a lingerie model.”

Silence.

Then Karina lets out a disbelieving laugh.

“…Lingerie model? You? Minjae, that’s impossible. You’re joking, right? At LA?”

“I’m not joking,” you say quietly, leaning back against the wall of the changing room. “They needed a male model for a couple’s lingerie line.”

Another long silence. You can practically hear her mind racing.

“That doesn’t even sound like you,” she finally says, clearly stunned from the revelation. “We both thought you’d just be an assistant or something behind the scenes… How did this even happen?”

You close your eyes. Flashes from the private lounge hit you again — Jiheon’s tongue behind you, Chaeyoung gagging on your cock while Taejun fucked her, your cum on their faces, Yuna walking in like it was routine.

“I’m fine,” you lie. “Apparently I didn't read the contract carefully, and I’m hired as a lingerie model…”

“…Alright,” Karina exhales slowly, clearly trying to process it. You sense a sharp tone of discomfort and anger from her voice. “We’ll talk about this properly when I see you in person. I need to understand what’s really going on.”

“Anyway, what was that about knowing how Lumina works?” you ask.

She pauses for a moment before changing the subject, her tone shifting to something more urgent.

“Anyway, have you seen what I sent you? It's the link for the magazine shoot last week at NOVATION. Participants get early access before the actual release the next day.”

You frown. “No… I haven’t checked anything yet. I’ve been busy all day, and I called you straight after seeing all the missed calls.”

“Just go see it right now, Master. You need to find Gaeul as soon as possible.” Karina says with a serious and insistent tone.

Before you can ask her why, she ends the call abruptly, leaving you standing alone in the changing room, phone still pressed to your ear and a knot tightening in your stomach. You open the messaging app with unsteady fingers and tap on the link Karina sent.

———

You push open the door to Gaeul’s dorm quietly and step inside. The living room is dark and empty.

“Gaeul?” you call out softly.

No answer.

You turn your head and look around the room and it’s mostly dark, except for the faint glow that spills from the direction of her bedroom. You walk towards it and gently push the door open.

“Gaeul…?”

She’s sitting on her bed, knees tucked tightly to her chest, arms wrapped around her shins. She isn’t crying — not yet at least — but the sadness on her face is unmistakable. Her eyes are red-rimmed and her shoulders are slumped. Beside her, her laptop is open, the screen showing the early draft of the NOVATION magazine spread.

You walk over without a word and climb onto the bed, sitting right beside her. Your eyes fall to the screen. You tap on the arrow keys, scrolling through the file, relooking what you saw on your phone earlier.

Her photos are small.

Tucked away in the least prominent corners of the pages. Barely noticeable. In stark contrast, Yujin’s shots dominate the cover and have a full dedicated section. Sullyoon’s are given generous spreads with elegant styling and prominent placement. Gaeul’s images feel like an afterthought.

You swallow the lump in your throat.

“These are really pretty, Gaeul,” you say gently, trying to sound sincere. “The lighting on this one… it really brings out your eyes. And this pose — you look beautiful.”

She doesn’t respond at first. Then her lower lip trembles.

“…Am I nothing compared to them?” she whispers. “Yujin and Sullyoon… they’re on the cover. They have whole sections. Mine are just… shoved in the corner like they don’t even matter.”

The tears she’d been holding back finally spill out.

You don’t hesitate. You pull her into your arms, wrapping her tightly against your chest. She buries her face in your shirt and starts sobbing quietly, her body shaking with each breath.

You hold her close, one hand gently stroking her hair, the other rubbing slow circles on her back. The guilt in your chest burns hotter than ever. You know exactly why her photos got this treatment, but yet you can’t tell her.

When her sobs finally start to quiet into soft hiccups, she pulls back to speak.

“I… I called Yujin earlier. And Director Oh,” she sniffles. “They both said there’s nothing they can do. It’s all up to the magazine designer… or whoever decides the layout. They told me it’s normal for new faces to get smaller spots at first.”

She wipes her eyes with the back of her hand. “But… isn’t Sullyoon new too?” Fresh tears spill out again as she looks up at you with that heartbreaking vulnerability.

“I thought… maybe if I worked hard enough, I could at least stand beside them. But I guess I’m still too far behind…”

You hold her a little tighter, saying nothing.

Because what could you possibly say?

———

A/N #2: In case you didn't realise, this is tied to Viscosity Index's timeline~

Did you yearn for your younger days, managing nights at strangers' homes, living the thrill of fooling around? Not always, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't miss it once in a while. Nowadays, the best action you get is a new chatmate – literally just someone to exchange numbers with, have courteous pleasantries the day after, then the silence of strangers once more. The nicer ones like your Instagram stories once in a while; and it has been a while since that.

So again, here you were, empty and bored like a beer bottle. Seeking dissociation, you passed the bottle in your hands to a waiter.

Being sentimental is for wusses; just dance.

Perhaps this DJ was just about your age, because the setlist was mostly songs from the mid-2000s, enough of a nostalgia trip that several times you'd stopped when the song switched to say to yourself, "haven't heard this in a while."

In no time, that energy packed the dance floor. From the edge of the of the space, you'd been gradually pushed into the middle. You'd locked eyes with random guys, girls, guys with girls, girls with guys – and you know what? It was fun. This was the energy you were after.

You let loose, let your head bop to the music and let your hands rise and fall as they pleased. Your feet tipped and tapped with the sway of your hips left and right.

A bit more time passed and it felt like the floor was at full capacity. You found your body pressed up against others, only mildly claustrophobic. And they were pressed up against you from all directions: elbows against your ribs, shoulders against your back, hands against your thighs, breasts against shoulders, butts against your groin–

Wait a second.

You snapped back to reality as you felt the bumping and rubbing to be more... deliberate. The stupor of the alcohol and trapped heat took some time to get out of, but when you felt yourself more lucid, you noticed two specific people.

To your side, a young girl with a soft chest held her hands up, folded in a way that pressed her squishy, sizable breasts together. She seemed a bit light, getting easily knocked into you by the shoves and trips of the mass of bodies behind her; but she barely seemed to mind, eyes closed with a simple smile.

In front of you, a woman with short hair and bare shoulders, arms in the air as she swayed her hips left and right – and pushing up against you more and more. You even felt her squat her way downwards, forcing out a brief hiss between your teeth. She looked back at you as you did, giving you a sly smirk before turning to face you. The frill did little to hide the curves of her narrow waist.

"Hey cutie," she said with a wink, "enjoying ourselves tonight?"

"Yujin!," the girl to your side called out. "Why do you get to flirt with him first?"

"Then get in here, slowpoke," the other teased, staring you dead in the eyes. "You don't have to hide."

You slowly, hesitantly snaked a hand on her waist and to her back, slowly pulling her in until your faces and alcohol-stank breaths filled the space between them.

"Well, aren't you eager?"

"I could stop," she joked, turning around and resuming her grinding. You ran your hand along the curvature of her unexpectedly firm ass, again stretching the fabric.

The girl called Yujin stretched her arms back, hands sliding all over your abdomen and hips as she swayed side to side, Your growing length rubbed against her ass, pillowing and molding against the bulge, and you let out a moan that made her smile with satisfaction.

"Yujin is hot, right?," the younger girl remarked, now right in your ear.

You spun Yujin back around as her breasts pressed against your chest. You could feel her nipples press against the shirt and meeting your torso. You snaked your hand down once more, reaching between her legs – warm, moist. If she was sopping wet, her panties absorbed it all.

"She's needy," you purred, and Yujin bit her lip. You looked back at the girl to your side. "And you...," you began, before pausing and raising an eyebrow. "Wait, you don't look like you're 18."

Yujin guffawed. The younger girl whined. "I am 18! Why would I be here if I wasn't?"

"She looks like she'd sneak you in," you teased, pointing to Yujin. Her laughter was hastily paused, and the younger girl stepped in her place.

"Haha, he called you a bad girl," she teased. Yujin scowled, failing to mask her amused smile.

"Shut up, Leeseo," she humphed, looking back at you. "I was gonna pull you to the bathroom for some fun, but now I don't wanna."

You wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her in until your noses touched. Yujin's eyes were wide. "I'm not quite sure I believe that."

"Hey!," Leeseo whined. "No fair. You're right in front of him."

Yujin stared at her for two heartbeats, then plunged her lips into yours. Her arms fell over your shoulders, and her makeout interrupted by a hearty smile and a taunting sideeye at Leeseo – scowling right next to you.

"You're mean," Leeseo complained, a genuine, fed-up pout on her face. You hastily shoved Yujin away and grabbed her wrist before she could slip away.

"Hey now," you chuckled, "don't let your friend work you up so much." You slid a hand behind her head, fingers combing through her scalp, and you shoved her face into yours with very little resistance. You looked to the side, Yujin smirking impressed by your brazen control of Leeseo. When she let go of your lips, Leeseo's doe eyes stared at you in shock.

You pulled her in once more, one hand on her ass and one arm on her chest. You squeezed hard, feeling every sinew of young, spry meat. Leeseo very audibly moaned into your mouth, making your cranium thrum with the depth of her arousal.

You let her go once again, her eyes squinting and beady, in shock, mouth agape. She wiped off a trail of drool off the side of her face, lip gloss accidentally smudging her cheek. You held the side of her head again, grabbing a full lock of her hair – and a smile slowly bridged cheeks.

"So," you looked back at Yujin. "You mentioned a bathroom."

=====

Raves. Body to body, breath on breath, sweat and sweat. On the dance floor, in the bathroom, it wouldn't be any different – the party followed you, or wherever you were brought by it.

Yujin practically threw you into the stall with a flick by your wrist, leaning hard against the plastic walls rattled in their metal brackets. Leeseo stepped between the both of you, yanking her dress down and exposing her surprisingly supple, round breasts.

"Damn," you gasped in shock. Yujin pulled your pants down, underwear in tow, until your erection pounced free.

Leeseo collapsed the dress upwards and exposed her even rounder cheeks, hotdogging your shaft between her buns and swaying side to side. "Damn!," you hissed, aching and pulsing at the erotic movement. She giggled in glee at your uncontrolled utterances, moaning as you ran your hands up her chest and feeling the whole handfuls of her tits.

Yujin, standing behind you, ran hands over your abdomen and your chest, playfully twirling your nipples between thumb and finger. Her nails were deadly, grazing your skin lightly until you twitched from Leeseo's gyration.

"Let's save the blowjobs for later, big boy," Yujin whispered, "Leeseo's been craving your cock since we first spotted you." You ran a hand down from her chest to her folds; she was wet, wet enough to try and pierce your way through.

"Wanna go, babygirl?," you whispered into Leeseo's ear.

"Yes, daddy," she chuckled. Yujin's eyes widened at the unprompted title.

She lifted a leg onto the toilet bowl, opening herself up as you slid in little by little. Yujin slid a finger into your ass, massaging to keep you fully erect as you parted Leeseo's folds – entirely necessary for her tightness.

"Jesus, Lesseo– holy shit," you heaved, head nearly making it in.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes," Leeseo gritted her teeth, until your cockhead breached past her walls and slid in. "Fuck, so big," she whispered."

One, two, three, four, five, you could count each thrust one by one still. Yujin knelt down between your legs, finger circling Leeseo's clit.

"Do it," Yujin commanded, "she's ready."

Your first actual thrust slammed into her hard enough she lost balance.

"Oh fuck! You're so deep!," Leeseo cried out to the empty bathroom.

Leeseo's face pressed onto the graffitied tile of the stall, foundation and her tears the only protection against all manner of gunk on the unsightly surface. She couldn't even think about it; your cock brushed in and out of her at such rapid pace you vacuumed the air out of her lungs with each full pump of your hips.

"Fu-uck da-addy, fu-uck," she whined under your mouth, clasped between her cheeks. You pulled her leg back with another, Yujin's shoulder helping support her weight as she lapped at whatever leaking fluid didn't spill into the browning bowl underneath her. Leeseo's dress simply collapsed on her waist, her sizable breasts and even more sizable ass rippling with each slam of your body.

"Ahhh, mmmh, fuhhh," Yujin muttered with whatever other onomatopoeia she could muster as she fingered herself, clit rubbed furiously inside her pants. The white cloth of her top now exposed her bare chest, drenched in spit, piss, and whatever else spewed out of Leeseo's cunt. Her wrists began to chafe against the stretching, nearly-fraying fabric of her pants, but she did not care, eagerly waiting for her turn.

Thrust after thrust, until your tip hit her cervix or your hilt met her beaten labia – whichever it was – you drilled with all your might, abs aching as you pumped and pumped.

"Your cunt," you whispered behind gnashed teeth, "so fucking tight, Leeseo."

You twisted her around, leg forced up on your shoulder, as Leeseo sat on the toilet's tank, the ceramic lid clinking about as you thrust into her harder. Yujin watched you fuck her younger friend senseless, alternating between licking the sweat off your nape and your twitching asshole; either one forced out a groan from your chest, and you'll have to reward Yujin for such quality effort later.

"D-daddy, c-cumming, again, d-dad– fuck!" Leeseo yelped, as she squirted all over your hips, the grool dripping down onto your jeans. She twitched and convulsed, legs crunched and locking your shaft into her as you held back your full release. You could feel a few streams of something empty into her as you twitched alongside her, leaking out of her folds and down her well-cushioned ass. Yujin took a finger to scoop it out, licking it – the same one that entered your behind - with her tongue.

You sat Leeseo down on the toilet – no lid, unfortunate though predictable – while you guided Yujin to replace her. Yujin gave you a needy, hungry, wreck-me-till-I-cry grin from ear to ear.

You looked down at Leeseo, still catching her breath. You grabbed her neck lightly, pressing against the sides till her breathing labored behind her smile, then releasing her and lightly slapping her face. She bit her lips as she watched you twitch before her eyes. You looked back at Yujin, licking her lips at the sight.

"You ready, babygirl?," you hissed back. Yujin simply nodded, the excitement exuding from the jerk in her head.

"You gonna get me to call you daddy, hmm?," she taunted.

"No," you chuckled as you kissed her, "I'm just gonna fuck you."

You slid into Yujin much easier, arms wrapped around her tight waist. "Whore," you whispered, "so loose for cock."

"Asshole," she gasped, "just horny for you."

"Asshole?," you taunted back, eyebrow raised, but Yujin shook her head aggressively.

"Need this cock deeper in my cunt," she whispered. "Maybe next time."

You rammed into Yujin, her petite frame, surprisingly thinner and tighter, rocked with every motion of your torso. Her hands pushed up against the plastic walls, the rattling slowly getting louder as you thrust harder. One leg stepped onto the toilet bowl, between Leeseo's legs, who watched as she slowly swirled her aching clit.

There was no pacing, only pumping; with each thrust, Yujin met you halfway with a full-bodied push against you. You held Yujin tighter around her waist, fingers digging into her toned abdomen.

"Hold him back," Yujin commanded Leeseo, and she stood up to take the exact position Yujin did earlier. Her sweaty body pressed up against you, nipples poking into your back. Her arms held your chest and your abdomen, less tender, more secure.

No matter how hard you tried to thrust against Yujin, her own thrusting was faster, stronger, unsubdued by another body. You could feel the control slowly slip away from your grasp as Yujin yelped and whined, higher pitched and echoing around the walls.

"Yes, baby, yes!," she squealed, "you're so fucking big!"

"Yujin loves using daddy," Leeseo remarked, grabbing your hand from her waist and pulling it back. You could feel your fingers rub against her sopping wet folds, and she held your wrists like your hand was a sex toy she used to the pornographic view of you and Yujin romping it up.

"Give me your cum," Yujin begged. "Finish inside me." She thrusted even harder, rocking you and Leeseo even more until Leeseo's dumpy squished against the plastic door with an extra loud rattle you swore it must have flown off its hinges by now.

"Fuck, Yujin!," you gasped, hands off her and Leeseo and now pushed against the walls with both of them. Your pelvis did its own work, bucking forward by the sole pursuit of release. "I'm gonna– I'm gonna–"

"Yes, baby, cum," she commanded, repeating her ultimatum over and over again, to the melody of you and Leeseo groaning as you collectively approached your climax.

"Fuck!," was your sole reply. You pumped everything you had inside you, balls squeezing its contents into her folds. Yujin kept thrusting, slightly less aggressive as she neared her climax. Leeseo knelt on all fours – hands and knees absentmindedly touching the grimy floor – lapping up your thick, gloopy release squelching out of Yujin's pulsating pussy.

She never stopped. She was close, and you felt it, and you gritted your teeth against your overstimulation until your ears popped. Pump, pump, pump – each one felt longer than the last as the electric jolts on your shaft made your legs wobbled, only held still by Leeseo squatting and holding your legs together as her own support.

And then, Yujin came.

You could feel your cock showered as spray coated you and expelled out the sides aggressively, splattering onto Leeseo's face. A brief glance to the side revealed she sat and waited for it eagerly, tongue out and eyes closed like it was a full facial.

Yujin twitched, almost collapsing onto the toilet. You caught her, though your arms could barely hold her. Hers wrapped around your neck and pulled in for a kiss, sweat from your forehead dripping onto her cheeks. You made out with Yujin as Leeseo got her bearings, wrapping an arm around Yujin to invite her to clean her face up.

Yujin cupped Leeseo's face with curved palms – obviously dirty from the microbiological nightmare you were trapped in – as she licked cheek to cheek, sealing their lips with a kiss to share it all. You came in and kissed Leeseo at the back of her head, a little reward for the most helpful trooper tonight.

You burst out of the stall, adjusting your clothes, hair and faces drenched by sweat. You took turns sharing the lonely sink and cleaning up. Yujin procured a bottle of alcohol, profusely spraying it onto her hands and Leeseo's and yours in the absence of soap.

A teenager witnessed it all; you hadn't known it, but he entered right before your grand finale, attempting to text his friends about the spectacle. He stared, dumbfounded and drunk, barely noticing his piss dribbling down the wrong ceramic surface. You noticed him, tapped his shoulder to point out his barbarity, and walked out.

You weaved through the crowd with Leeseo and Yujin in tow, trying to run past the violet lighting turning your trio into a walking cluster of glowsticks, until you made it out of the bar. You laughed it off in the actually breathable air, leaning hard against the wall.

"Damn," you mouthed with furrowed brows. They looked at you, eyes heavy and low. Yujin walked up next to you, and grabbed your phone. You took hers. Contacts were exchanged.

"You making me your bootycall, Yujin?," you teased.

"Maybe," she rebutted with a smirk. "Steal you away from Leeseo here time to time."

Leeseo pulled you in for an embrace. "Thank you," she whispered into your chest, and you patted her head comfortingly. You looked down at her.

"And you?," you asked. "What do you want?"

She blushed. "Give me a few calls to figure it out," she winked.

Nothing new.

You hobbled in the general direction of nowhere, ready to figure out what wasn't the direction of any of your homes.

Raves, am I right? The noises, the smells, the bodies – you loved them, through and through.

—————

It was a blurry haze between standing outside the hotel room door with Yuri watching Yujin get ready for the two of you and Yuri digging her fingernails into Yujin’s scalp to hold her in place while Yujin desperately tries to free herself. The symphony is perfect, one you could never tire from: Yujin plays fighting back, of course, though with every attempt at pulling back she makes, Yuri is right behind her to shove her back down again. The clacking of the metal that holds the cuffs together grows louder and louder as Yujin fights, to no avail. The sharp ringing of the bells on her nipple clamps pierce through the deep tones of Yuri violating her throat with your throbbing length. You even hear the tiny saliva bubbles form and pop as the spider gag pries her mouth open, making sure she doesn’t, in Yuri’s words, misbehave.

It’s that beautiful gluck-gluck-gluck of her throat on your cock that you sorely missed. Yujin was half-right that Wonyoung couldn’t do it like she could—Wonyoung’s style is vastly different. Where the sweet, delicate princess would shower you with love and affection, trying to tease you with her cute little pleas for what she wants, the queen would be rough, merciless, only ever obedient to the one who could take it all away. So, as Yuri snakes her fingers through Yujin’s hair, grabbing what she can of those smooth, shiny locks, Yuri pushes down, relishing in the sensation that Yujin gives her: that whatever Yuri puts her through, it’s one step closer to making Yujin thank her.

Using that fistful of hair, Yuri rips her off of your cock, tossing her away like she was nothing more than a toy she’d begun to get bored of. Yujin stumbles onto the floor, hair sticking to her forehead and cheeks, legs folded awkwardly under her as she gasps and retches for breath. It’s music to your ears, each cough that forces its way through her throat, trying like hell to clear her airways of the spit crisscrossing in them. Each violent gag is another thread severed, giving her some much needed space to take in fresh air once more. The bells on her clamps jingle brightly despite the swollen nubs they pinch, leading to more of Yujin's labored breaths.

Once she settles, she shoots you both a look from the corner of her eye: you show her your expression, hungry for what you can take from her, Yuri delighting in her disheveled state. There’s that signature seething hatred in Yujin’s eyes, past the tears that well up and try to run down her cheeks, as she watches Yuri take long, slow strokes of your cock, knowing that you’ll be using her throat again soon. The quiver of her lip betrays her fear, as more and more of her saliva drips uselessly onto the floor where her mouth rests, not even working up the courage to try and get it under control again in anticipation of what her unnie is about to do to her. It’s plain as day on her face—the way she lies on the ground, looking up at you and Yuri, not knowing whether she wants to leave or stay. One thing’s clear: she intends to make you earn her.

You stand, taking Yuri’s sinister smile as permission. It’s slow, deliberate steps towards her position on the floor, and it’s fucking delicious how she squirms. Yujin makes a genuine attempt to sit back up onto her legs, but the way she only looks up at you, still pathetically folded over on the rough, scratchy carpet, as Yuri’s feet come close enough to her face for her to kiss, and the deep and steady exhale she gives out as her throat finally settles down only spurs Yuri on more.

It's all her fault, it has to be. She shouldn't have been so gaudy, so arrogant. “I bet you I can,” as if she could take it back. She even said it with the shit-eatingest grin you've ever seen, let alone on someone like her. Ahn Yujin has always been the haughty type, despite everyone who knows only the idol side of her could argue against, but only rarely has she ever bitten off more than she can chew. You couldn’t deny that small shard of hesitation when you were informed of what Yujin had in store, but when she herself, Yuri, and even Wonyoung signed off on it, not knowing that Yujin would write her out anyway. No, tonight was all about the queen.

Yuri plants her foot firmly into Yujin’s cheek, squishing her face into the soon-ruined carpet. Yujin whimpers as the rough synthetic wool scrapes against her face, no doubt leaving marks on her soft skin, as Yuri pushes harder and harder and harder. “Fucking say something,” she growls, along with another sharp stomp on Yujin’s ear, over and over again, before Yujin finally caves and gasps, “Hloh… I han’h…” Once she’s had her fun, she takes her sole off of Yujin’s face and kicks her over, forcing Yujin to splay on her back, defenseless on the floor. The rise and falls of her chest is mesmerizing, accentuated even further by Yujin having landed unceremoniously onto her cuffed hands. You can tell by the way her brow furrows and her back tries to shift that she’s dying for a less uncomfortable angle, so you help her.

Ball up her hair in your fist again, make sure no loose strands can escape. You’re everything but gentle with how you yank her back up onto her knees, and Yuri takes the sickest pleasure in the grunt that escapes from Yujin’s sorry throat. Yuri kneels in front of her, eye to eye, grabbing her face and forcing all of Yujin’s attention on her and her alone. “What are you?” she demands of Yujin, while the exhaustion and fear swirl and clash in Yujin’s eyes. When Yujin takes more than four seconds to answer, a sharp slap lands on her cheek, causing her to sway harshly against your hand. She moans as the red palmprint blooms on her face, and the handcuffs clatter behind her as she remembers they were there at all.

Yuri teases, “What are you,” she growls right in Yujin’s face, never mind the usual height difference between them or the typical lovey-dovey gaze they used to offer each other all the time. Yuri takes a wicked sort of pleasure seeing her beloved dongsaeng, all grown up into a charming leader of a new generation girl group of her own, on her knees and shivering with fear or anticipation or both of what she’s about to say. “What,” she takes Yujin’s face in her hand, squishing her cheeks, “are,” looks her straight in the eye, sending off a wave that only sends more of that tantalizing fear into the pit of Yujin’s stomach, “you?” nose-to-nose with her now, making it so that they’re exchanging every other breath between one another, depriving each other of fresh oxygen that would have allowed either gain back any semblance of calm.

Past the lump in her throat, through the suffocating strands of spit and precum in her airway, paying no mind to the ache that wraps all around the inside of her neck, “H-hour hluhh,” Yujin chokes out, having surrendered her will to whatever her unnie wants. Yet her brow betrays her, creasing as she braces herself when Yuri raises her hand again. Her shoulders square despite not seeing it held up high, raring to descend on some random, poor, sorry spot of already-aching skin. Yujin tries to shrink down as best she can, leaning away from Yuri’s hand even though she knows she has to take it.

“Yujin,” Yuri finally says, while watching Yujin’s lip quiver as she holds back fearful sobs, “have a little dignity. Show me that pretty smile of yours,” yet you know it’s all a lie. The moment Yujin rights herself, presents her face, chest, neck for Yuri’s hand, her unnie will snatch the opportunity to hurt her again. A simple click of a button somewhere on the back of Yujin’s head, and the spider gag snaps apart and releases all tension. It sends Yujin sputtering past her aching jaw, trying to whine at the same time her tears fall in relief of her poor mouth—that sort of relief is the most vile promise Yuri could have possibly made to her.

You know this. Yuri knows this. And worst of all, Yujin herself knows this.

“I f-fucking hate you.” Yujin spits, followed by a deep breath, Yuri having finally taken the first chip away at her psyche. Yujin’s shoulders drop, her jaw slacks ever so slightly, a long line of spit falls from her bottom lip to her lap with nothing but skin to catch it. She’s learning, Yuri signals with a tilt of her head to show you, showing off how proud she is of her lovely Yujin finally giving in. To the rest of the world, she’s a queen: regal, alluring, dangerous. But to you and especially to Yuri, nothing more than a simple set of holes to have fun with only to get bored of eventually. But not yet.

The sight enthralls you: Ahn Yujin, legs folded underneath and stained red in spots and bruises that you know will take ages to heal properly. Breasts on full display, bells chiming merrily with each labored rise and fall of her chest. The marks around her mouth from the spider gag's silicone hooks pulling her lips wide apart.

“Wonyoung would have taken this,” Yuri teases, “She would have taken this so well. No crying, no choking, no nothing.” The horrid smile never leaves her lips as she leads Yujin’s face back to your cock, panic once again rising in her eyes despite knowing this is exactly what she asked for. “Wonyoung would just,” stopping two millimeters short of your tip, so close that Yujin could almost taste you, “just take it. She’d thank us. Thank me. Such a sweet princess,” and she finally, fully, dangerously shoves her face right into your lap again. You feel Yujin’s nose on your pelvic area even before you register the warmth of her throat again. She tightens and constricts, desperately trying her hardest to take you longer and longer. And through it all, Yuri uses that sweet singsong voice of hers in the most twisted way: screaming into Yujin’s ear “You don’t deserve this,” as she holds her down. Yujin thrashes against her handcuffs, trying to kick herself up onto her feet at the very least, all the while the ringing in her ears fights against the ringing of the bells on her nipples. “Wonyoung is the farthest thing from you,” now on Yujin’s other ear, quietly now, “Wonyoung is good.”

It was true. More than just good, Wonyoung is an angel. Depraved, sure, “I can’t wait for our next session” and “No condoms, unnie, I’ll be on the pill” whenever the topic had come up. After all, she needed it the most—the prim and proper princess, the nation’s granddaughter, the apple of every brand’s eye needs some way to let off the steam. And her beloved Yuri unnie was ever so gracious to share you with her, with them. But not now. Wonyoung had to wait.

It was just bad timing, needing to leave Yujin alone like that. It’s not like she could just leave Paris and come back home just for something like this. Yujin was more than generous, letting Wonyoung in on the details and setup, including her “I bet you I can take him deeper” gossiped through a video call between the two of them in some off hour in the middle of the night. What was she supposed to say back, “No, wait for me, I wanna take him too,” sounding like the needy, whiny princess Yujin has always teased her for being? No, Wonyoung had to wait.

Right now, Yuri is in love with the control, keeping the pace of Yujin’s head steady and fast on your length. You revel in the sight: Yujin’s mascara mixed with neverending tears runs down her cheeks, the snot that drips from her nose and falls onto the base of your cock that Yujin can’t bring herself of swallow, the forceful gluck-gluck-gluck her throat makes as the bulge near her Adam’s apple comes and goes with every thrust.

Yujin is just about turning blue, gagging sounds filling the room, Yuri purring at her beloved dongsaeng as she makes attempt after sorry attempt to pleasure you. Yujin tries her hardest to shake her head no, but with the way her unnie holds her ponytail only allows her so much wiggle room before Yujin herself is asking to have her hair pulled whichever way. The moment Yuri finally lets her breathe, yanking her off of your length, has Yujin gasping desperately for air. Her throat throbs like never before. “You’re not good like Wonyoung is. You’ll never even compare.”

“F-Fuck y—” is all Yujin can manage before she’s kicked back against the nearby wall. It knocks her hard-earned breath straight out of her lungs, and before she slumps to the side, Yuri catches her. “Un-nie, I—”

“One last chance,” Yuri interrupts. She raises Yujin’s face by the chin with nothing but her finger, forcing eye contact. There was no escape for her—Yujin is staying because she wants to. “What are you?”

It’s plain as day that the panic that once spread through her features was beginning to fade. Where there was fear, now there’s just stark, glaring nothingness. “I-I’m…” voice shaking, fear laced through every pause she tries to overcome. Yujin’s expression softens to a blank, and Yuri loves it. “I’m y-your slut, unnie…”

Satisfied, Yuri leads her along, finger still hooked under Yujin’s chin, as Yujin crawls back towards you. Her knees drag on the carpet, but she’s past caring. Her eyes lock onto your tip, licking her lips at the bead of precum that forms, wanting nothing more than to take it for herself. The only thing keeping her from taking you to the back of her throat again is that one singular slender finger Yuri keeps on her chin, and the way Yujin looks up at her, like the puppy she knows she is, makes Yuri fall ever so deeper in love with what she is.

Yuri’s finger leaves Yujin’s chin, slowly, gently. The momentary relief has Yujin dropping her head for just a split second, before promptly slobbering all over your cock again. You almost don’t mind her full, plump lips peppering your shaft with wet kisses and light sucks, nearly failing to register the little smooches and whimpers she makes with every drop of precum she laps right up. And once she feels a familiar pressure on the back of her head, Yujin knows she finally has permission.

It starts with a well-placed kiss on your tip. Then another. And another still. Before either of you know it, Yuri has already increased the pressure on Yujin’s nape, guiding her along, guiding her down. With every passing moment, more and more of your length disappears into Yujin’s mouth. Her cheeks hollow, her tongue strokes the underside of your cock, fresh tears start welling up in the corners of her eyes as it gets progressively tighter the deeper into her mouth you go. The heat from her breath, the sickly sweet smell of her drying saliva clinging to her, and the sight—Ahn Yujin, not even two hours ago, sitting on the bed with her arms crossed, hair done up in a high ponytail, in a stage outfit you already know has thousands of men pining for even just a taste of her—now on her knees, in nothing but a pair of handcuffs, bells jingling brightly on her nipples, and taking your cock as deep into her mouth-pussy as Yuri wants. The black streaks grow wider with every tear that runs down her face. You would ruin her right now if you could, but tonight this isn’t about you. Hell, it’s barely about Yujin. All she is now is a toy to be used, and not even by you.

In one fell swoop, Yuri forces Yujin’s head down all the way, meeting her nose to your pelvic area once more. A resounding “Glhhkk” escapes past your cock, while you feel the searing warmth of her throat muscles wrapping around you in sporadic jerks, massaging your entire length. Yujin’s hair is wrought into a messy, frazzled ponytail, and Yuri decides it’s time to finish up.

She pulls back, so quickly and so far, that in half a second only your tip stays in Yujin’s mouth. She gags and gasps at the sudden jerk of motion, barely registering being made to go down again. And again. And again still. It’s that signature gluck-gluck-gluck that Yuri absolutely loves hearing, and by God will she use Yujin to hear it. With every thrust, more of Yujin’s slobber flies away from her mouth, from her face, and poor Yujin could beg for mercy or more, you could never know. You go along Yuri, humping Yujin’s face in time, and with the way Yujin looks up at the pair of you: eyes blank yet loving, the light of consciousness seemingly fading in and out inside them, brings you ever closer to climax.

And finally, with one last kiss from Yuri, you’re pushed over the edge. Your hand meets Yuri’s on the back of Yujin’s head, helping her push Yujin’s face down further than all three of you would ever think possible. Your warm seed floods her throat, slithering down into her stomach without any regard for her. Yuri moans as you give her a particularly harsh bite on her lower lip, and with it still between your teeth, “Fucking give it to her, oppa. Make sure she drowns.” Her arm tightens around your neck, pulling you even closer, as you shoot rope after rope of cum down Yujin’s sorry throat. Through it all, Yuri bobs Yujin’s head onto your cock, making sure that she wrings out every single drop from you, past all of Yujin’s grunts, moans, and would-be pleas for mercy.

Then, Yuri grabs Yujin’s hair, throws her onto her back on the floor again. A nasty cough here, a horrid gag there, all the while Yujin struggles to recover from the brutal skullfucking her unnie subjected her to. She thrashes and folds on the carpet, desperate for any air to make its way into her lungs past the massive load you planted right in her throat. She retches deep in her chest, sputtering out spit and cum and everything else, and Yuri only spares her a moment of attention before pushing you backwards onto the bed again.

She licks her lips, sucks on your neck, breathes a warm exhale right in front of your face, “My turn.”

Breathlessly, “Yuri, please, five minutes—”

“Shut the fuck up,” she breathes, already snuggling up to you, squishing her breasts against your chest, making sure you feel her tits on your skin even past the thick, obtrusive top she’s still fucking wearing. She wraps her arms around your neck and smiles one of the sweetest smiles ever—the ones she reserves only for you—as if she didn’t just force the Ahn Yujin to take your load down her throat and then throw her away like nothing. “I love you, Oppa. Now, won’t you let me have my turn?”