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Senior Inspector Park Gunwoo reviewed the file in the preparation room. Mina’s graceful presence and technical dance style required meticulous verification. The FBIA wing remained quiet and controlled, perfect for the day’s thorough session.

Agent Kang entered, precise as always. “Equipment ready, Inspector. Warming oils, lubricants, and all tools sterilized.”

Agent Lee followed. “Miss Mina has arrived. She’s been briefed on the full protocol including the special oral method. She appears calm and prepared.”

Park Gunwoo nodded. “Reconfirm consent repeatedly. Escort her in.”

Mina entered the suite with her signature elegant poise. The TWICE member’s long dark hair framed her delicate, beautiful features. She clutched the white robe, offering a soft bow.

“Inspector Park Gunwoo, Agent Kang, Agent Lee,” she greeted gently. “I’m ready for the vitality check. I want to make sure my body is fully recovered.”

Park Gunwoo gave a reassuring smile. “Your well-being comes first, Mina. The Bureau requires a complete Level 3 protocol with a special oral endurance test. Full sensory mapping with fingers and tongue across every part. Consent is yours at every step. Do you agree to the full protocol?”

Mina nodded. “I consent to everything.”

“Understood. Remove the robe and lie face up.”

She let the robe fall, revealing her elegant, slender-yet-curved body: gracefully full breasts with soft pink nipples, a slim waist, gently flared hips, long toned legs, a smooth shaved mound, and delicate feet. Her skin was porcelain-smooth under the warm lights.

Park Gunwoo performed the visual assessment while Agent Lee documented. “Excellent recovery tone. Minor residual stiffness in hips and shoulders.”

He began palpation at her neck and shoulders, fingers working deeply. Agent Kang supported her. Park Gunwoo’s tongue traced her collarbones and both armpits with slow, thorough licks, noting her subtle shivers. He moved to her breasts, cupping and kneading them before licking and sucking the sensitive nipples. Mina’s breathing grew heavier.

After thorough torso and back checks (with Agent Kang assisting turns and Agent Lee applying oil), they reached the lower body. Park Gunwoo parted her legs, Agent Kang holding one open. His fingers spread her folds, stroking every detail while his tongue delivered long, dedicated licks. Mina touched herself as instructed, building to a powerful orgasm where she squirted across his tongue in warm waves. He guided her through it gently.

After recovery, the special oral protocol began.

“Special oral endurance test now,” Park Gunwoo announced professionally. “This evaluates throat control and fluid response, relevant to performance demands. You will perform oral stimulation on me while I continue body mapping. Consent confirmed?”

Mina’s cheeks flushed but she nodded. “I consent.”

With Agent Kang supporting her upper body and Agent Lee providing lubrication, Mina knelt gracefully on the table edge. Her soft lips wrapped around Park Gunwoo’s length. She began slowly, tongue swirling, taking him deeper with focused dedication. Her head bobbed with elegant rhythm, hands stroking the base as she sucked and licked. Park Gunwoo continued mapping her body — licking her breasts, neck, and shoulders while she worked.

Her technique was thorough and attentive, humming softly around him. The wet sounds filled the room. After several minutes of intense oral stimulation, Park Gunwoo reached his limit.

“Release incoming,” he warned.

Mina kept him in her mouth as he came, thick warm spurts filling her mouth. She swallowed carefully, a small amount dripping from her lips. Park Gunwoo used his fingers to spread the remainder across her lips and chin, checking skin response.

The session continued with posterior checks — ass kneading, deep cleft licking, thighs, behind knees, and full foot worship with toe sucking and sole licking.

Nearly three hours had passed when the main protocol concluded. Mina sat up, still flushed. As Park Gunwoo helped her with the robe, she hesitated, voice soft and trembling with need.

“Inspector Park Gunwoo… everything felt so intense. I feel so sensitive and empty now. Can we… can you fuck me? Please? Just once. I need it. I’m begging you.”

Park Gunwoo froze, expression serious. “Mina, that violates core FBIA protocol. No penetrative sex is permitted.”

Mina’s eyes were pleading, voice desperate. “Please… I’ve never asked for anything like this. Just this once. I need to feel you inside me. I’m begging.”

Park Gunwoo exhaled slowly, then reached for the secure line. “I will call Director Park for authorization. This cannot be on record if approved.”

The Director answered promptly. Park Gunwoo explained the situation briefly and professionally. After a long pause, Director Park’s voice came through clearly: “One-time off-record authorization granted for this session only. Not documented. Ensure absolute discretion. Complete the protocol as needed.”

Park Gunwoo ended the call and looked at Mina. “Permission granted off-record. This is a violation of standard rules, but authorized this once. Full consent?”

Mina nodded eagerly. “Yes. Please.”

Agent Kang and Agent Lee stepped back to the observation area for privacy. Park Gunwoo laid Mina back on the table. He positioned himself between her legs, rubbing his length along her soaked folds before slowly pushing inside. Mina moaned loudly as he filled her completely. He began thrusting steadily, deep and controlled, while his hands and mouth continued worshipping her breasts and neck.

The sensation was intense after hours of teasing. Mina wrapped her legs around him, begging softly between moans. Park Gunwoo fucked her thoroughly — strong, deep strokes that hit every sensitive spot until she came hard around him, squirting again. He followed soon after, pulling out to release across her stomach and breasts.

They remained still for a moment, breathing heavily. Park Gunwoo cleaned her gently and helped her dress.

“This never happened on record,” he reminded her quietly. “For your safety and the Bureau’s.”

Mina smiled softly, satisfied. “I understand. Thank you… for everything.”

She left the suite. Park Gunwoo cleaned up, the weight of the off-record violation lingering. Agent Kang and Agent Lee returned without comment, maintaining professional silence.

The Bureau’s work continued, but some boundaries, once crossed, changed the dynamic forever.

End of Chapter 7

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Scoffing, he walked to Mina's back. "Since our girlfriends are busy…" He whispered as his hands took her waist, letting his member rest on her skin.

"I've been thinking about this for two weeks already," she chuckled, tilting her neck to let his lips run through her skin, reaching for his dick while she enjoyed the trail of kisses on her neck.

"How can I pay you for keeping the secret?"

"What?" Nayeon asked in an almost offended tone, trying to ignore the improvised foursome made by IU, Jeongyeon, Chaeyoung, and Tzuyu. "Did you know?"

Mina and Seungdae stared at each other, then back at Nayeon. "I'll tell you more during dinner," the short-haired girl giggled before they cornered the eldest member against the L-shaped couch. Mina pinned her down, using her knees to keep her friend's legs slightly open as she kissed her plump lips.

Seungdae let his hunger take over him. He knelt, admiring the meaty set of thighs and buttcheeks he had in front of him. Taking advantage of Mina's legs having stopped Nayeon's from closing, he kissed the older woman's thighs, spreading them as he got to her groin until he reached her bum. He took his time to lick Nayeon's ass, feeling her clench when his tongue ran through the small creases of her puckered hole.

Her coy moans were muffled in Mina's lips. In only a matter of seconds, she had already acclimated to her new spot. In another minute, just as Seungdae's tongue ventured inside her butthole, she had already accepted that she had no domain, say, or power between him and her friend. Her legs relaxed, and her thighs went up to be held by Mina, giving the man full access to eat her holes.

"Always so obedient," the Japanese beauty whispered, holding Nayeon's cheeks.

"It's not fair with that face," she whispered, weakened by Mina's eyes and warm smile, feeling her hands run down her neck to kiss her again.

Watching up close how her pussy clenched at the touch of Mina's lips, Seungdae chuckled and gave a few more licks to her asshole, fucking her a bit with his tongue, before going a few centimeters up to kiss Nayeon's fat pussy, licking her already drenched folds.

His tongue and how it went as deep inside her cunt as he could felt glorious. His subtle giggle let her know he liked her taste, and the immediate subsequent swirl of his muscle throughout his inner lips confirmed he was hungry for her.

That gave Nayeon the little push she needed to let her hands run free all over Mina, taking her neck first, then slowly going back and forth between her waist and her small boobs, subconsciously mirroring her friend's actions as their tongues danced together, encapsulating her whimpers as soon as Seungdae captured her clit.

He loved her taste and how quickly her pussy got drenched, even after having licked all of her juices thoroughly. Her flavor, her heat, her musk; he could truly spend hours licking that cunt and not get tired, but he had just started, and he knew he would get more time with Nayeon later. He kissed, licked, and bit her inner thighs, her groin, her fat outer lips, and every corner of her slit, before sucking on her clit, stopping when her hips shook, leaving her begging for more.

"Why?" She whined, rocking her pelvis, looking for his touch.

"Shush," Mina purred before he could say anything, rubbing Nayeon's clit. She heard a scoff coming from Seungdae, and remembering how good she made her feel their first night together, she arched her lower back to present her pussy to him.

"I love my life," he sighed, shaking his head with an ear-to-ear smile. He took a second to contemplate Mina's glistening folds surrounded by her meaty thighs and ass. Shoving his fingers into Nayeon's cunt, he outlined Mina's slit with slow kisses, using the time to breathe her scent, letting her folds gather more of her precious nectar before he went wild on her.

The trio moved smoothly together. The background of Chaeyoung's cute moans, muffled in Tzuyu's lips, and the intense breathing of Momo, vigorously fingered by Jihyo, guided them on their own tempo.

Mina showed her eagerness by moving her pussy towards his lips, finally getting his tongue to run through her folds while she chuckled mid-kiss devilishly, letting her fingers go crazy on Nayeon's bean.

Nayeon reciprocated it. Her ankles hugged Mina's back, forcing their torsos to touch completely. Her big hands went down to that juicy pair of buttcheeks and spread them wide open.

'Dinner is served,' Seungdae thought, enjoying Mina's flavor, kissing her clit very carefully, making her flinch at every gentle touch until she relaxed, no longer afraid of any attack on her sensitive bean. Instead, he focused on the entrance of her cunt, purposefully shoving his tongue into her walls, resting his nose right on her pucker hole.

Their hunger pushed them to demand more of each other. Nayeon's fingers moved down to Mina's abs, caressing them as her hand reached her friend's pussy, pushing Seungdae's mouth from those slippery folds to the relaxed, already gaping asshole of the Japanese woman. Mina moaned hungrily as Nayeon's long fingers curled in her walls, doing the familiar dance only her unnie could perform inside of her. The man's lips kissed her rim eagerly, shoving his tongue in and out, making her tickle in that particular way she loved so much.

Seungdae allowed himself to go from Mina's tight slit to her puckered hole. Regardless of how roughly that first night with her ended, savoring that gaping pink butthole was a highlight worth repeating at any cost. Having it offered in a room with his girlfriend and the rest of Twice getting frikier by the second gave him the perfect opportunity to shut any thoughts.

The sound of Momo grunting as Jihyo shoved Seungdae's replica into her cunt caused the same reaction in the trio. His fingers stiffened against Nayeon's G-spot, causing her to mirror the same reaction inside Mina's pussy, which made her hips tremble and her asshole shut tightly, capturing the man's tongue.

"I want it," she moaned, reaching for his hair, pulling him.

"Can I go first?" Nayeon whined, pinching one of Mina's nipples. Her giggle and smirk suddenly turned into a moan, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head as Seungdae impaled her guts with his whole shaft.

"I'm sorry," he scoffed, already rocking his hips against Mina. "Queen's orders. You'll have to wait."

"Why?" She complained, kneeling on the couch with him lying on his left, lifting Mina's left leg as they spooned, Nayeon's fingers firmly curled inside the short-haired woman.

"Because you'll love what Jin and I will do to you later, and because you're a good whore who'll do as she's told," Seungdae scoffed, running his right hand through Mina's body until he reached her jaw to kiss her, keeping his eyes on Nayeon.

She loved the view. Her friend was thriving. Eyes closed, tongue swirling with his, hips swaying against his shaft, left hand pinching her own nipple, right hand softly scratching Nayeon's tummy. It was her subtle way to beg her to move her digits.

"Unnie," Mina whispered, moaning, getting the woman out of her trance.

"Will you keep her waiting?" He chuckled, letting the Japanese beauty bite his lower lip.

"Will it be worth it?" Nayeon asked, slowly moving her fingers inside Mina, more so to feel his length moving than to please her friend.

"I wouldn't dare disappoint my favorite slut?" He grinned, bringing a slight blush to her cheeks.

"Am I not your favorite?" Mina pouted, taking her delicate fingers to her mouth, and clenching her ass tightly.

He moaned, feeling her take his soul from his cock. "You may be an evil anal-addicted lunatic, but not a slut," he panted, smirking at her, making her smile with his words.

"Can you two fuck me like one?" She replied, biting her lip, staring cutely at them without stopping her hip movement.

"Any day," he scoffed, choking Mina with his right hand and ramming her butthole. "Nayeon?" He raised his eyebrow, challenging her.

The older woman shook her head, getting off the couch to kneel and kiss him while she shoved her thumb in her friend's mouth. This time, her fingers moved inside Mina's pussy as hard as Seungdae was thrusting into her.

Mina smirked warmly, gazing at their tongues swirling while she sucked her digit. She could spend hours getting her ass drilled, simply enjoying the constant reshaping of her guts, but it was Nayeon's fingers that slowly pushed her towards her first orgasm of the day. Not caring one bit to hold back, she let her lust guide her body, looking for her own climax, holding the man's hand on her neck and Nayeon's wrist in place.

For a moment, all Seungdae could process was the tightness of Mina's butt. No matter how insanely wide she could gape, or how absurdly deep she could get a dildo lost her guts, the control she had over her muscles made her insides feel incredible. The only thing that brought him back to reality was Jieun's grunt. That tone that combined her lust with a tint of pain.

Without stopping, he stretched his neck to find his girlfriend in all fours over Dahyun, chuckling as she pressed Jeongyeon's hand on her own asscheek.

Finally, he witnessed Jeongyeon's dominant side, ramming Jieun's butt while the soloist scanned the room and found his eyes. Unconsciously, he had stopped for a moment, drawing Mina's and Nayeon's attention to IU, although the older woman kept fingering her friend.

The look in the soloist's eyes was clear. Jeongyeon was moving just like she liked it, and she wanted more. They grinned, as if encouraging each other.

He resumed his pounding at Mina's asshole, reactivating his own threesome right before Jeongyeon pulled IU's hair.

"Nayeon," Seungdae hissed, causing her to shake her head and turn to see Mina's needy eyes. "Should we?"

"Eh?" Mina voiced, confused at the mutual glance they shared before staring directly at her. His grip tightened around her neck, and he thrusted so hard and fast into her guts it seemed a whole audience was clapping.

Nayeon's fingers went equally intense inside her cunt, pushing her G-spot with enough precision and technique that she could have made Mina explode without any other stimulation. Knowing that, her free hand captured her nipple to pinch it and twist it.

Mina melted on the couch, unable to face them as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her core shook first, a sign of her last bit of control before her whole existence convulsed in place, squirting in Nayeon's hand.

Seungdae had to focus on his grip and Mina's face to avoid exploding in her guts. Lost in the Japanese beauty's face, he managed to endure it until her pupils were visible again. She giggled, shrinking in their embrace, victim of her own sensitivity.

"Adorable, isn't she?" Nayeon grinned, biting her lower lip.

"A work of art," he smiled at Mina, leaning for a peck, then giving space for Nayeon to do the same.

"Can you keep going?" The short-haired girl asked, grinding her hips on him.

"You're never satisfied, are you?" He chuckled, and she shrugged, biting her lips seductively. Not waiting any further, he pulled her with him until his knees were on the floor, and her ass was on the edge of the sofa while her legs made a full split.

With a smirk, Nayeon knew what to do. She made her way to straddle Mina's face. When she looked down, her friend's mouth was open wide, and her tongue was moving eagerly, welcoming those dripping folds.

Mina acted immediately, rubbing her clit, rocking her hips on Seungdae's manhood, and devouring her friend's folds. Despite the evidence literally dripping from Nayeon's hand into her mouth, to any witness, it would appear as if the Japanese woman was just getting started.

Aided by Seungdae holding her ankles, Mina gripped onto the older woman's buttcheeks, spreading them to taste her folds. Soon, she had her grinding her hips over her face, leaning to the man, and trying to contain her moans.

Nayeon ogled at Seungdae, watching his girth captured by Mina's rim. "I need your cock," she panted, reaching for his abs, almost pleading.

"Told you: Queen's orders," he chuckled, leaning forward to lick her plump lips.

"Please!" Nayeon moaned, licking his tongue, exhaling on his mouth.

As much as he liked feeling her breath and her helplessness, and as much as he would love to demolish her pussy, he also needed to wait. "Uh-uh." He hugged Mina's legs with one arm, practically framing their faces with them. "I don't want any toy entering this precious cunt, understood?" He grunted, biting her lip as his free hand reached for her slit, pulling her a little forward, forcing Mina to eat Nayeon's ass.

"W-why would I torture myself with so much to play with around me?" The older woman smirked, failing to pretend she wasn't already shaking on his hand, and loving her friend's tongue entering her butthole.

"Because, as much of a nympho as you can be, you are a good and obedient whore. So you'll do as you're told." He growled, staring at her eyes as closely as possible. She nodded, whimpering as his middle finger pushed her G-spot. "Hold it until you can't bear it anymore."

Nayeon hummed in confusion, even more so when he offered her Mina's right foot. "I hate you," she shook her head, moaning louder as he fingered harder and harder. Giggling, she welcomed her friend's cute toes into her mouth, sucking on them as intensely as her ass was getting eaten.

She felt Mina's chuckle on her puckered hole. It felt degrading. Despite having licked all of the members' feet, doing that under his command, knowing she'd have to wait to get his meat inside of her pussy, was slightly humiliating, but incredibly arousing; as much as witnessing him take Mina's left toes to his mouth while locked eyes with her. She understood it was his own way of saying 'look what you're missing,' and rubbing it on her face.

With his gaze on her, Nayeon let him take her to her climax, no longer trying to ignore how good his fingers felt inside of her and how deliciously wild Mina's tongue was running in her butthole. Her pleasure built up, letting it show not only by the occasional clenching of her holes, but also by how desperately she licked her friend's toes, going between her digits so quickly her drool was already falling.

She obeyed, feeling every bit of pleasure accumulating and holding it until her orgasm filled her whole system.

With eyebrows frowning as she begged with her eyes, a tear shed down her cheek. He nodded so subtly that blinking may have made her miss it.

Nayeon succumbed in front of him. In a millisecond, her eyes disappeared on the back of her head. She shuddered, held in place by Mina, who somehow got enough force to maintain her hovering over her face, and Seungdae, choking her firmly. At the same time, his fingers stormed her G-spot, letting the first waves of squirt fall on his hand until his stiffened fingers came out of her cunt and attacked her clit, causing Nayeon to convulse violently.

The sudden movement caused Mina's ass to clench tightly while the never-ending squirt gushing from Nayeon's pussy rained all over her torso. The Japanese beauty continued rocking her hips, however, at least until she heard Seungdae grunting.

Close call to his climax, but Mina stopped just in time. Panting, he admired Nayeon's broken smile and the seductive way her eyes returned to ogle at him, thanking him for already making up for their last encounter, even if it wasn't with his dick.

He hugged her tightly to kiss her, knowing every brush on her skin was sending little shock waves of pleasure through her brain.

"I may not h-hate you," Nayeon panted with a weak smile.

"I shouldn't have made you cum, then," he smirked at her, shoving his fingers back in her cunt to lift her from Mina's face. He stopped for a moment to see her run her digits through her torso and savour her friend's squirt.

"I can't lick myself clean," she scoffed, proudly displaying her body at them.

In a blink, she had both of them licking and sucking every part of her, from her lips to her neck, going down her collarbones and her small tits.

"Thought you'd drain me with that cute, little hole," he whispered to Mina, kissing her jawline.

"It would be a waste not to inject that load into someone's cunt," she giggled, fully relaxing. Seungdae took his time, enjoying Nayeon's flavor from Mina's midriff, while Nayeon herself went further down to lick her friend's folds and then her gaping hole.

"Can't I get at least a little bit?" The older woman pleaded, holding his thigh.

He eyed Mina. "I need to get my dick clean before shoving it in someone else's cunt," he smiled, taking a seat to Mina's left. Surprisingly, the short-haired woman wiggled her way into the corner of the couch, instantly taking his glans into her mouth.

"Yah, that was for me!" Nayeon whined.

"You can clean the rest," she scoffed. "Let me enjoy my own taste," Mina smiled cutely, biting the tip of her tongue as she licked his slit.

Nayeon set her eyes on him. His smirk and shrug made her angry, but he, having the boldness of reaching for Mina's folds with his right hand, may have pushed her a bit further. Just as he lay his back on the sofa, she pulled him a bit down and to his left, and jumped over his face, pressing her fat pussy on his mouth.

He welcomed it, enjoying her juices while their tongues swirled through his shaft, running over every bit of skin. The relaxation was so deep that he didn't mind when he stopped feeling their mouths, as long as his fingers were still inside Mina's walls and his mouth was filled with Nayeon's flavor.

"Great One," Jieun called him, causing Nayeon to jump from his face.

"Yes, my queen?" He turned quickly to see her with Sana and Momo standing behind his girlfriend. Seungdae chuckled, removing his fingers from Mina's cunt and kneeling to kiss his IU's bald pussy, tracing a path of kisses until he met her lips. "Is it time?"

She nodded quickly, biting her lower lip. "You may want to see your little sweetheart; you won't want to miss what she's doing," she winked at him, stroking his dick.

"Take Mina, I'll drop this one with Jeongyeon and Jihyo." Both nodded, and the man turned quickly to carry Nayeon in his arms, causing her to yelp.

"When will you fuck me with this cock?" She asked him, reaching for his meat.

"Oh, Jin and I have something in mind specifically for you," he smirked before interrupting Jihyo from eating Jeongyeon's folds, and Chaeyoung from drinking milk directly from the leader's udder while she fingered her. "Take one, leave one, right?" He joked as he left Nayeon in their embrace, quickly taking the tattooed girl as she playfully raised her arms for him.

With just one arm, he carried Chaeyoung, shoving his Mina-flavored fingers in her mouth before turning to see Tzuyu's tanned ass and pussy contrasting with Dahyun's pale butt and pink folds. "You have no idea how much I wanted to see that," he told the slim woman in his arms.

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Author's note: While writing the whole orgy, I had to decide where I wanted the focus to be, so this wasn't fleshed out in the actual fic. Since I have a lot of other things waiting to be written and I'm not sure if I'll have another chance to write MiNayeon, I also had that little itch begging me to write this little piece. Of course, if you want more of this, you can read the whole orgy here. Also, a few extra pics because I love them together, and they've been so clingy lately.

"Ahh... Ahhh... Yess baby fill me, breed me before you go," Mina gasped, her nails digging into the sweat-slick skin of her husband's shoulders as she rocked against him. The bedroom smelled like sex and the faintest hint of his cologne, clinging stubbornly to the air even as the ceiling fan spun lazily above them. She tightened around him, arching her back as his hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise—something she'd complain about tomorrow, but right now, she wanted the marks.

When it was over, her legs gave out entirely, and she slumped forward onto his chest, breath ragged. His heartbeat thudded against her ear, fast but steadying, while his fingers traced lazy circles between her shoulder blades. "See you in two weeks, honey," he murmured, voice rough, lips pressing a kiss to her damp forehead. The deployment was always hanging over them, but at least this part—the goodbye—was good. Better than good.

She exhaled shakily, blinking back the burn behind her eyelids. His flight left at dawn, and she already missed him, even though he was still here, still warm under her. The sheets were twisted around his legs, the bedside lamp casting long shadows over the mess of clothes they'd abandoned an hour ago. "Bring me back something stupid," she mumbled into his collarbone, forcing lightness into her voice. "Like... a snow globe from some desert base."

He chuckled, low and familiar, his thumb brushing the curve of her cheekbone. "Deal. Just don't cry when it breaks in transit." Mina pinched his side, but she was smiling—right up until the alarm on his phone buzzed, slicing through the quiet. Time up.

A week later, the grainy glow of her laptop screen lit the hollows of her collarbones as she slumped against the headboard, legs spread wide. His voice crackled through the speakers—"You look fucking gorgeous like that"—while his fist moved in slow, deliberate strokes, his eyes locked on hers. She moaned, two fingers curling inside herself, the heel of her palm grinding against her clit just the way he knew she liked. "Miss you," she gasped, and his groan was ragged, desperate.

When they came—her thighs trembling, his release striping the hotel sink—she didn't look away. She watched him shudder, watched his chest rise and fall, and only then did she let the tears spill. "Tell me about the desert," she whispered after, voice raw. Not about the sand or the heat, but about the stars—how they looked from his side of the world.

He hesitated, thumb pausing mid-swipe over the screen like he wanted to wipe her cheeks clean. "They're brighter," he admitted softly. "Like someone turned the contrast up." And just like that, they weren't talking about stars anymore. They were talking about the distance, the ache, the way home felt like a myth some nights.

Mina laughed wetly, pressing her fingertips to the laptop screen where his face blurred under the shitty Wi-Fi. "Bullshit," she said. "You can't even see Orion from there."

The screen flickered with static as his breath hitched—one sharp, audible pause. Then, quieter than the hum of the laptop fan: "I'm sorry."

Mina stilled, fingers sticky against her thigh. "For what?" The words came out flat, defenses rising before she even knew why.

Mina's fingers twitched against her thigh, the drying mess forgotten as the words settled heavy between them. "You're—" she started, then stopped, throat working around the jagged edges of her own disbelief. The laptop screen flickered again, distorting his face into something unfamiliar, and for a wild, dizzying second, she wondered if she'd misheard him entirely.

His voice cracked through the speakers like a dry branch snapping—too loud, too sudden. "Not being there when you need...this." His hand gestured vaguely at the screen, at her sprawled legs, the flushed skin of her thighs still glistening. The admission hung between them, raw and ugly in its honesty, and Mina felt her stomach twist. She hadn't realized how much she'd been waiting for him to say it—how much she'd needed him to acknowledge the gaping absence between them, not just in miles but in touch, in warmth, in the way his breath used to hitch against her neck.

The screen flickered again, and this time, his face pixelated into something unreadable. "Maybe you can think about it," he murmured, the words deliberate, weighted. She knew what he meant without him spelling it out—the suggestion he'd tossed out weeks ago, half-joking, half-desperate, after a particularly rough deployment call. Her fingers clenched against the sheets. "I'm really okay if you get fucked by a big black dick," he added, voice low, and the crude phrasing made her flinch even as heat coiled low in her belly.

"Yeah, I know it," she muttered, flexing her hand unconsciously, palm-up, as if measuring. "But I don't know if I can handle a big black cock the size of my hand." The admission slipped out before she could stop it, and she bit her lip, suddenly Hyperaware of how ridiculous she sounded—how small, how naive. There was a beat of silence, then his chuckle, warm and familiar, crackled through the speakers.

"Yeah, just think about it," he said, softer now. "When you're ready, you can call me later." The call ended before she could reply, the screen snapping black, leaving her alone with the echo of her own heartbeat and the phantom weight of a decision she wasn't sure she wanted to make.

Three days later, Mina found herself staring at her phone, Taeyeon's contact pulled up—the one friend who'd always been a little too honest about her preferences. ("Once you go black," she'd giggled once, flushed from wine, "you'll literally never go back.") Mina's thumb hovered over the call button, her pulse thrumming in her wrists. What the hell was she even going to say? "Hey, can we meet at my house 1:00 pm?"

The coffee in Mina's mug had gone cold by the time Taeyeon arrived, her boots clicking against the hardwood as she slid onto the couch with the ease of someone who'd been here a hundred times. "So," Taeyeon said, blowing steam off her own cup, "you finally decided to ask me about that dick, huh?" Her smirk was infuriatingly knowing, and Mina's fingers tightened around her mug.

"It's not—I'm not cheating," Mina muttered, heat crawling up her neck. "He literally told me to." Taeyeon's eyebrow arched, and Mina exhaled sharply. "He's deployed for months, okay? And he said—" She faltered, the words sticking in her throat. Taeyeon leaned forward, elbows on her knees, suddenly serious.

"Wow," Taeyeon murmured after a beat, shaking her head. "Your husband's got a fucking massive heart." Mina laughed, startled, the sound brittle. "Or," Taeyeon added, grinning now, "he's got a kink the size of Texas." Mina choked on her coffee, and Taeyeon patted her back, still grinning. "Relax, babe. You're gonna love it."

Taeyeon leaned back, crossing her legs, her expression turning thoughtful. "First time I fucked a black guy," she said, voice dropping low, "I thought I was gonna split in half." Mina's breath caught. Taeyeon smirked, tracing the rim of her mug with a fingertip. "No joke—he was thick, and I was tight. Hurt like hell at first." She shrugged, but her eyes darkened with memory. "Then he took his time, worked me open slow, and by the time he bottomed out..." She exhaled, slow and deliberate. "I came so hard I saw stars."

Mina swallowed, her throat dry. Taeyeon's gaze flicked to her, sharp and assessing. "You scared?" Mina hesitated, then nodded. Taeyeon's smile softened. "Good. Means you're not stupid." She leaned forward again, voice dropping to a whisper. "It's gonna hurt at first. But if he knows what he's doing—and trust me, they know—it'll be the best fucking pain you've ever felt."

Taeyeon's fingers hovered above her own lap, tracing an invisible shape in the air. "That first stretch? Like fire and ice at the same time. You'll feel every ridge, every vein, like your body's suddenly hyperaware it was built for this." She paused, eyes locked on Mina's. "And when he finally pushes past that last bit of resistance? You'll scream. Not because it's too much, but because it's exactly enough."

Mina's fingers trembled around her mug. Taeyeon's smirk returned, wicked now. "Then comes the fun part," she murmured, shifting slightly on the couch. "Once you're stretched, once you're dripping? That's when they really start moving. And honey, they don't fuck—they claim. Every thrust rearranges your guts, reminds you who's in charge. You'll come so hard your vision blurs."

The ceramic clinked against the coffee table as Mina set it down, her thighs pressing together reflexively. Taeyeon laughed, low and throaty. "Oh, you're thinking about it right now, aren't you?" She leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper. "Imagine it: hands pinning your hips down, that thick cock splitting you open—slow at first, then deeper, harder, until you're so full you can't breathe." Mina's pulse thundered in her ears.

"And then," Taeyeon continued, her own breath hitching slightly, "right when you think you can't take another inch? That's when he'll pull out almost all the way—just the tip inside—and slam back in so hard your toes curl. That's the minute. That's when you forget your own name." Mina's lips parted on a silent gasp, her nails digging into her own thighs.

Taeyeon's fingers mimed the motion—slow, teasing withdrawal, then a sudden, brutal thrust that made Mina jolt. "That first time he bottoms out? Your brain whites out. You'll just... stop. No thoughts, just pure, dumb sensation—his hips grinding against yours, the stretch burning so good you'll sob." She leaned closer, her perfume sharp and floral. "That's getting blacked. One perfect minute where you're nothing but a wet, willing hole."

Mina's breath hitched, her thighs slicking further apart as Taeyeon whispered, "And when he starts really moving? Oh, honey." Her fingers curled in the air like claws. "You'll squirt before he even gets a rhythm going—just one hard thrust and your body betrays you, gushing all over his thighs." Mina shuddered, imagining the hot spill between her legs, the shameful thrill of losing control like that. "Second time?" Taeyeon's grin turned feral. "He'll angle up, hit that spongy spot behind your clit, and you'll scream through another gush, no warning."

The third time would be worse—or better, depending on who you asked. Taeyeon's voice dropped to a husk. "By then, you're so overstimulated every nerve's on fire. He'll palm your clit while he fucks you, rough and fast, and you'll come so hard you piss yourself a little." Mina whimpered, her hips twitching at the thought—the mess, the humiliation, the way his grip would tighten, forcing her to take it.

Taeyeon's eyes darkened with shared memory. "And the fourth?" She exhaled sharply. "That's when you black out for real. He'll fold you in half, drive into you like he's trying to reach your throat, and you'll wake up dizzy, drooling, with his cum leaking out of you."

Her pupils dilated as she leaned forward, voice cracking. "The first time it happened to me? I came so hard my vision tunneled. Eyes rolled back for a full minute while he kept pounding, my body jerking like a puppet." She mimicked the motion, head lolling, tongue pressing against her teeth in a grotesque parody of ecstasy. "Couldn't even blink. Just... gone."

Mina's breath stuttered when Taeyeon gripped her own knees, demonstrating the angle. "Doggy was worse—spread wider than you think possible, his hips slamming into your ass so hard it jiggles." Her fingers dug into invisible sheets. "Kept trying to crawl away but he just hooked a thumb in my asshole and dragged me back onto his cock—like reloading a fucking shotgun."

Taeyeon's thighs trembled as she mimicked the motion—hands braced against the couch, hips rolling back in a slow, filthy grind. "He'd pull out till just the ridge was inside," she gasped, her voice rough, "then ram back in so deep my stomach bulged." Mina's mouth watered at the thought—the brutal stretch, the way her own belly would distend under the force.

"And cowgirl?" Taeyeon's laugh was jagged as she rocked forward, her palm pressing down on an imaginary chest. "You think you're in control until he grabs your hips and starts jackhammering up into you." Her fingers flexed, illustrating the grip—hard enough to bruise. "Bounces you like a fucking puppet, your tits slapping your chin, his balls slapping your ass—whole bed shaking like a earthquake."

Mina's pulse hammered between her legs, her panties soaked through. Taeyeon leaned in, her breath hot against Mina's ear. "Best part? When he finally cums." Her tongue flicked out, wetting her lips. "They pump so much you feel it—thick ropes hitting your cervix like a fucking firehose. You'll still be dripping him out three days later."

Taeyeon shifted suddenly, demonstrating—her strong arms hoisting an invisible partner effortlessly, thighs clamping around empty air. "But air-fucking?" She grinned, muscles flexing as she mimed being lifted, her back arching. "First time he pinned me against the wall, I thought my spine would snap. Then he hooked my legs over his elbows and just—" She gasped, hips jerking upward in a sharp thrust. "No bed, no mercy. Just his cock spearing up into me while my back scraped the drywall."

Mina watched, transfixed, as Taeyeon's fingers dug into her own thighs, illustrating the grip. "He held me like a fucking ragdoll—one arm crushing my waist, the other hand fisted in my hair." Her head yanked back in a silent scream. "Every thrust lifted me higher, toes kicking empty air, until I was bouncing on nothing but his dick. Felt like being fucked by a piston—deep, mechanical, no escape."

Taeyeon's breath hitched, her hips rolling forward with a wet smack of imaginary impact. "And then—" Her voice cracked. "The queefs." Mina blinked. Taeyeon grinned, wicked. "Oh, you think you're ready for that? Try holding dignity when his cock's so thick it's pumping air into you with every stroke." She clapped her hands together sharply, mimicking the obscene sound. "Pffft—pfft-pffft—like a goddamn whoopee cushion every time he pulled out."

Taeyeon's laughter was breathless, her fingers fluttering between her legs like trapped birds. "Worst part? The deeper he went, the louder it got. Rhythm matching his thrusts—schlick-PFFT—schlick-PFFT—until I was just a gaping, gasping mess." Her thighs squeezed together reflexively. "He laughed so hard he came early, still buried inside me. Felt his dick twitching while my pussy sang backup."

She shifted on the couch, fabric rasping against skin still hypersensitive days later. "Couldn't even cross my legs properly for three days," Taeyeon admitted, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Every time I sat down? Cool air rushing in where I was stretched too wide. Like leaving a window open in winter—except it was my cunt letting in drafts." Mina's breath hitched, her own thighs pressing together at the phantom sensation.

Taeyeon traced a fingertip along the couch seam, illustrating. "Showered at the gym next morning? Water hit my swollen clit and I came again—just from the pressure. Had to bite my fist so hard I left marks." Her teeth flashed in a grin. "Then some poor girl walked in while I was bent over drying my hair. Said my pussy lips were still puffed up purple like overripe plums."

Mina's fingers twitched toward her own thighs, imagining the ache—the shameful pride of being so thoroughly used. Taeyeon leaned in, her perfume spiked with something darker now. "Best part?" Her nail tapped Mina's kneecap. "When you finally clench shut again? Feels like your cunt's throwing a fucking welcome home party. Every step reminds you what stretched you open."

The front door clicked shut behind Taeyeon at 5:58 PM, leaving Mina alone with the echo of her own pulse between her legs. At 6:02, her phone buzzed—a new contact, saved simply as "black man" with a winking emoji. The clock ticked to 6:05 when she finally hit send on the message to her husband, her thumbs clumsy with anticipation: honey, my friend Taeyeon just give her 'black man' contact i will meet him at our house at 8 pm. I will call u my situation when we are done, love you honey.

At 7:59, the doorbell rang—two sharp pulses that vibrated up Mina's spine. She opened the door to a silhouette that blotted out the porch light, shoulders spanning the frame like a goddamn eclipse. "You're early," she breathed, fingers curling around the doorjamb. He wasn't just big; he was impossible, his shadow stretching across the floorboards as he stepped inside—six-foot-five if he was an inch, biceps straining against his rolled sleeves, the scent of sandalwood and sweat hitting her like a wall. His smile flashed white in the dim hallway. "Nah," he rumbled, the bass in his voice resonating deep in her pelvis. "Just right."

Without hesitation, he grabbed the front of her sundress—the one she'd agonized over for hours—and tore it clean down the middle. Buttons pinged against the hardwood like gunshots, fabric splitting with a sound like ripping parchment. Mina gasped as cool air hit her bare skin, nipples pebbling instantly under his gaze. "Don't wear a bra," he mused, calloused thumbs brushing her stiff peaks, "no panties,"—his palm slid down her stomach to cup her dripping cunt—"and already wet." His grin turned feral as he lifted his glistening fingers to her lips. "Perfect slut for me."

His hands slid under her thighs like she weighed nothing, hoisting her up against the foyer wall with a thud that rattled the framed photos. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist—then locked tighter when she felt the iron-hard ridge of his cock pressing through his jeans. He kissed her like a starving man, tongue plunging deep, teeth scraping her lower lip until she whimpered. Mina clawed at his shoulders, trying to keep up, but he swallowed every gasp, every broken moan, his grip bruising where he held her hips pinned against the plaster.

He broke the kiss suddenly, pupils blown so wide his eyes looked black. "Where?" The word was ragged, a demand more than a question. Mina barely registered her own trembling finger pointing down the hallway—too busy staring at the wet spot darkening his jeans where her slick had soaked through. His growl vibrated against her throat as he kissed her again, walking them blindly toward the bedroom while she clung to him, her bare back scraping the wallpaper.

When her knees hit the mattress, he dropped her unceremoniously onto the duvet. Her lips were swollen, tingling from his teeth, and her legs fell open automatically—not from eagerness but from some primal instinct that recognized resistance was futile. He stood over her, stripping off his shirt with one sharp tug, buttons pinging against the nightstand. Moonlight caught the sweat-slick ridges of his abdomen, the thick veins running down his forearms as he unbuckled his belt with deliberate slowness. The leather slid free with a whisper that made Mina's thighs twitch.

"Fuck, I don't know—it's so big," Mina gasped, her voice cracking as he finally pushed his jeans down past his hips. The sheer mass of him was obscene—thick, heavy, curving up toward his navel with a ruddy flush darkening the shaft. He smirked, wrapping one broad hand around the base and squeezing just enough to make a vein pulse visibly. "Nine inches length," he said matter-of-factly, thumb rubbing the swollen head, smearing precum down the shaft, "seven and a half inches girth." Mina whimpered, her cunt clenching around nothing. It looked like a fucking tumor, like something that belonged in a medical textbook under "anatomical anomaly."

He knelt between her thighs with predatory patience, his calloused fingertips skating up her inner thighs—slow, teasing, avoiding the slick heat between them until Mina was writhing. "Please," she begged, hips lifting off the mattress, but he just chuckled, spreading her wider with his thumbs to examine her glistening folds. "Uh-uh," he murmured, blowing cool air across her clit, making her jerk. "Gotta make sure this pretty pussy can take it." His tongue lashed out suddenly, flat and hot, dragging from her entrance to her clit in one brutal stroke. Mina screamed, back arching, but he pinned her hips down with one forearm, his mouth working her with ruthless precision.

Two fingers slid into her without warning, crooking up to press against that spongy spot inside. Mina sobbed, thighs trembling as he scissored them slowly, stretching her open while his tongue flicked her clit in rapid circles. "Oh god—oh fuck—" Her words dissolved into nonsense as he added a third finger, the stretch burning deliciously. He watched her face intently, gauging her reactions, adjusting the angle until her entire body locked up, her cunt pulsing around his fingers. "There we go," he growled, curling his fingers just right, milking another orgasm out of her. "Good girl. Now you're wet enough."

His fingers withdrew with a lewd pop, slick glistening up to his knuckles. Mina panted, watching through hooded eyes as he spat into his palm and stroked himself twice—the sound obscenely wet, his cock glistening under the bedroom light. He lined up slowly, the fat head pressing against her entrance, spreading her open just from the pressure. "Breathe," he ordered, and Mina sucked in a shaky breath right as he pushed forward. The stretch was immediate, unbearable—her nails raked down his forearms as her body fought the intrusion. He paused when just the tip was inside, his jaw clenched tight, sweat beading on his brow. "Fuck, you're tight," he gritted out, thumb rubbing circles on her clit to distract her. "Gotta relax, baby. Let me in."

Taeyeon's words echoed in Mina's head as he pressed deeper—you'll come so hard you see stars—and suddenly, with a sickeningly wet sound, he sank another inch inside. Mina screamed, her back arching off the bed, her vision whiting out from the pain-pleasure of it. He groaned, his hips stuttering forward involuntarily, burying another thick inch inside her throbbing cunt. "That's it," he panted, hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. "Take it. Just like that." His voice was rough, strained, like he was holding back by sheer force of will. Mina sobbed, her thighs shaking uncontrollably, her body adjusting around the impossible girth splitting her open.

She barely had time to catch her breath before he pulled back—just an inch—then slammed forward again, forcing another fraction of his monstrous cock inside her. Mina's nails raked down his chest, her scream breaking into a choked gasp. "Too much—too—" she begged, but he silenced her with a brutal kiss, swallowing her cries as his hips rolled forward relentlessly. The stretch was unbearable, her cunt burning with every inch he claimed, but beneath the pain was something darker, something primal that made her thighs tremble with want. He broke the kiss, his breath hot against her lips. "You're doing so good," he murmured, his voice thick with praise. "Just a little more."

Then, without warning, he shoved the last of his length inside in one brutal thrust, his balls slapping against her ass as he bottomed out. Mina's scream tore through the room, her body seizing around him as her orgasm ripped through her without warning. Her vision tunneled, her fingers clutching at the sheets, her cunt pulsing around his cock in wet, spasming clenches. He groaned, his forehead dropping to hers, his hips grinding against her in slow, deliberate circles, pressing deeper still. "Fuck," he breathed, his voice wrecked. "You're taking it so well, baby. Just like that." His hands moved to her thighs, spreading them wider, forcing her to take every inch as he began to move.

Mina couldn't stop the words tumbling out of her mouth between ragged gasps. "Oh god—it's so deep—I can feel you—everywhere—" Her voice broke as he pulled back almost all the way, leaving just the tip inside, before slamming back in with enough force to jolt her up the bed. Her back arched off the mattress, her nails digging into his shoulders, her thighs trembling uncontrollably. "It's—it's like you're rearranging my fucking guts," she sobbed, her head thrashing against the pillow as he set a relentless pace, each thrust dragging against her swollen walls in a way that made her toes curl. "I can feel—every ridge—every vein—"

His breath hitched as he watched her unravel beneath him, his grip tightening on her hips. "Yeah? You feel that?" he growled, angling his hips up sharply, hitting that spot inside her that made her vision whiten. Mina shrieked, her thighs clamping around him instinctively, her body convulsing as another orgasm crashed over her. "I feel it—I feel it—oh god, it's too much—" she babbled, her voice cracking, her cunt fluttering around him in helpless, rhythmic pulses.

He didn't let up, his pace turning ruthless, his hips pistoning into her with brutal efficiency. "No, it's not," he gritted out, his voice raw with restraint. "You're taking it so fucking good. You're made for this." His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thighs, spreading her even wider as he fucked her into the mattress, each snap of his hips punctuated by the wet slap of skin and Mina's broken, gasping moans. "Tell me," he demanded, his voice rough, his thrusts never faltering. "Tell me how it feels."

Mina's mind spun, Taeyeon's words tumbling from her lips between ragged breaths. "Like—like fire and ice," she whimpered, her fingers clutching at the sheets, her body jerking with each deep thrust. "Every ridge—every vein—" Her voice broke as he angled up sharply, hitting that spot inside her that made her vision whiten. "Oh god—you're—you're rearranging my guts," she sobbed, her thighs trembling uncontrollably, her cunt fluttering around him in helpless pulses. "I can feel—I can feel you everywhere—"

His growl vibrated against her throat as he leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. "Good," he rasped, his thrusts turning sharper, deeper, his cock spearing into her with enough force to jolt her up the bed. "Now scream for me." And she did—her voice cracking as he bottomed out with a brutal thrust, her body seizing around him as another orgasm tore through her, her vision tunneling, her cunt clenching around him in wet, spasming pulses.

He didn't stop, his hips grinding against hers in slow, deliberate circles, pressing deeper still, his fingers tightening on her hips as he forced her to take every inch. "That's it," he murmured, his voice thick with praise, his breath hot against her lips. "Just like that. Take it all." And Mina did—her body arching beneath him, her thighs slick with sweat and her own arousal, her cunt stretched impossibly wide around him, her mind blank with nothing but the raw, overwhelming sensation of being filled, claimed, owned.

The first squirt hit her like a tidal wave—her entire body jerking beneath him, her vision whiting out as her cunt clenched violently around his cock, her juices gushing out in a hot, wet flood that soaked the sheets beneath them. Mina screamed, her fingers clutching at his shoulders, her back arching off the bed, her thighs trembling uncontrollably. The second came faster—her body convulsing around him as he drove into her with relentless force, her cunt pulsing around him in wet, spasming clenches, her juices splattering against his thighs as he fucked her through it, his grip bruising on her hips.

By the third, she was delirious—her body wracked with pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, her cunt fluttering around him in helpless pulses, her juices leaking out in slick, rhythmic gushes with every brutal thrust. "Fuck—fuck—I can't—I can't stop—" she sobbed, her voice cracking, her thighs slick with her own arousal, her body jerking beneath him like a puppet on strings. He didn't slow down, didn't let up, his hips pistoning into her with ruthless efficiency, his cock dragging against her swollen walls in a way that made her toes curl, her vision tunneling with every deep, relentless thrust.

The fourth hit her like a freight train—her entire body seizing around him, her cunt clamping down so tightly he groaned, his thrusts stuttering as her juices gushed out in a hot, wet flood that soaked them both. Mina's scream tore through the room, her body convulsing around him as her orgasm ripped through her without warning, her cunt pulsing around him in wet, spasming clenches, her juices splattering against his thighs with every brutal thrust. "That's it," he growled, his voice rough with restraint, his hips grinding against hers in slow, deliberate circles, pressing deeper still. "Let go. Just like that." And Mina did—her mind blank with nothing but the raw, overwhelming sensation of being filled, claimed, owned.

Her vision tunneled, her fingers clutching at the sheets, her cunt fluttering around him in helpless pulses as her orgasm dragged on and on, her body jerking beneath him like a puppet on strings. "Fuck—fuck—I can't—I can't stop—" she sobbed, her voice cracking, her thighs slick with her own arousal, her body wracked with pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. He didn't slow down, didn't let up, his hips pistoning into her with ruthless efficiency, his cock dragging against her swollen walls in a way that made her toes curl, her vision whiting out with every deep, relentless thrust. "You're not gonna die," he murmured, his voice thick with amusement, his breath hot against her ear. "But you're gonna wish you could."

And then—her eyes rolled back. Just for a second at first, her vision whiting out as her body locked up, her cunt clenching around him in wet, spasming pulses. But then it happened again—longer this time, her head thrashing against the pillow, her mouth falling open in a silent scream, her body jerking beneath him as another orgasm crashed over her, her vision tunneling, her mind blank with nothing but the raw, overwhelming sensation of being filled, claimed, owned. "Fuck—fuck—I'm gonna die—" she gasped, her voice cracking, her thighs slick with sweat and her own arousal, her cunt stretched impossibly wide around him.

He didn't stop, his hips grinding against hers in slow, deliberate circles, pressing deeper still, his fingers tightening on her hips as he forced her to take every inch. "No, you're not," he murmured, his voice thick with praise, his breath hot against her lips. "But you're gonna scream for me again." And Mina did—her body arching beneath him, her thighs slick with sweat and her own arousal, her cunt stretched impossibly wide around him, her mind blank with nothing but the raw, overwhelming sensation of being filled, claimed, owned. And then—her eyes rolled back again. Longer this time. Much longer.

"Welcome back, baby," he murmured against her throat as her vision swam back into focus—his thrusts still slow, patient, letting her body adjust. Mina blinked up at him, dazed, her lips swollen from his kisses, her thighs trembling where they bracketed his hips. Then his fingers dug into her waist, and without warning, he snapped his hips forward with enough force to make her shriek. "Fuck—fuck—I can't—control–it" she sobbed, her nails raking down his chest as he set a brutal pace, each thrust punching the air from her lungs. "It's—it's never gonna stop—"

His laugh was dark, breathless, his cock dragging against her swollen walls in a way that made her toes curl. "Oh, it'll stop," he promised, his voice rough with restraint. "When I say so." Mina's back arched off the mattress as he angled up sharply, the thick head of his cock grinding against that spot inside her that made her vision whiten. "I can feel—you're hitting—my stomach—" she gasped, her fingers clutching at the sheets, her body convulsing around him as another orgasm ripped through her. He groaned, his thrusts turning erratic, his grip bruising on her hips. "Yeah? Gonna come inside you," he gritted out. "Fill you up—"

The first pulse of his release hit her like a live wire—her entire body jerking beneath him, her cunt clamping down around him in wet, spasming clenches as he emptied himself inside her. Mina's scream tore through the room, her vision tunneling, her mind blank with nothing but the overwhelming sensation of being claimed. The last thing she felt before everything went black was his teeth sinking into her shoulder—and the wet, sticky heat of his cum leaking out of her swollen cunt as her body gave out completely.

When consciousness returned, it was to the rough drag of sheets against her oversensitive skin and the weight of him rolling her onto her stomach like a ragdoll. "Still shaking," he murmured, his voice thick with amusement as he hooked his arms under her trembling thighs, forcing her knees up beneath her. Mina barely had time to register the position before he was pressing inside again—her cry muffled by the pillow as his cock stretched her still-loosened cunt, the angle somehow deeper now. "Fuck—fuck—my legs—" she sobbed, her thighs quivering violently as he gripped her hips and pulled her back onto him.

She tried to crawl forward, her arms weak as noodles, fingers scrabbling at the mattress to escape the overwhelming fullness—but his hand clamped down on the base of her spine, pinning her in place. "Uh-uh," he growled, his fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to leave bruises. "Take it." Mina whimpered, her elbows buckling as he fucked into her with slow, deliberate thrusts, each one forcing another helpless squirt from her swollen cunt. The wet slap of skin echoed through the room as she clenched around him involuntarily, her vision blurring at the edges—she couldn’t tell if she was coming again or if her body was just short-circuiting from overstimulation.

His fingers slid forward to press against her clit, rubbing rough circles that sent white-hot sparks shooting up her spine. "Gonna make you come one more time," he promised darkly, his breath hot against the back of her neck. Mina sobbed into the pillow, her body jerking beneath him as another orgasm crashed over her—her cunt pulsing around him in wet, spasming clenches, her juices gushing out in a hot flood that soaked the sheets beneath them. His grip tightened on her hip, his thrusts turning erratic as he chased his own release, his cock dragging against her oversensitive walls in a way that made her toes curl.

The last thing she registered before blacking out again was the thick, hot pulse of his cum flooding her battered cunt—and the rough press of his lips against her shoulder as he murmured, "Good girl." Then everything went dark, her body limp beneath him, her thighs still twitching with aftershocks as he pulled out with a wet pop.

When Mina blinked back to awareness, she found herself sprawled across his chest, her sticky thighs bracketing his hips, his cock already half-hard beneath her. "Ride me," he commanded, his voice gravelly with exhaustion but his grip ironclad on her waist. Before she could protest, he lifted her effortlessly—her gasp turning into a broken moan as the fat head of his cock pressed against her swollen entrance again. "Slow," he warned, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave bruises as she sank down inch by agonizing inch, her cunt stretched impossibly wide around him once more.

The angle was different this time—deeper somehow, his cockhead grinding against spots inside her that made her vision swim. Mina braced her hands on his chest, her thighs trembling as she tried to lift herself up, but his grip tightened, forcing her back down with a sharp snap of his hips. "Fuck—fuck—I can't—" she sobbed, her nails raking down his pecs as he thrust up into her, the slap of skin echoing through the room. "You can," he growled, his fingers sliding up to pinch her nipples hard, making her cry out. "Move."

And she did—her body moving on instinct, her hips rolling in slow, grinding circles as she rode him, each drag of his cock against her swollen walls sending sparks up her spine. His hands moved to her ass, spreading her cheeks wide as he thrust up into her with brutal precision, the wet sounds of their joining obscenely loud in the quiet room. "That's it," he murmured, his voice thick with praise as she clenched around him involuntarily, her orgasm building slow and inevitable like a tidal wave. "Take what you need."

Mina's thighs trembled violently, her muscles burning with exhaustion, but she couldn't stop—wouldn't stop—not when every movement drew another ragged moan from his lips. His grip tightened on her hips, guiding her up and down with increasing speed, his cock hitting that spot inside her that made her vision white out. "Fuck—fuck—I'm gonna—" she gasped, her voice cracking, her body jerking beneath his hands as another orgasm tore through her, her cunt pulsing around him in wet, spasming clenches. He groaned, his thrusts turning erratic, his fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to leave bruises.

"Look at me," he commanded, his voice rough with restraint, and Mina blinked up at him through bleary eyes—only to freeze at the raw intensity in his gaze. His pupils were blown wide, his jaw clenched tight, sweat beading along his temples as he watched her unravel above him. "Come on my cock," he growled, his hips snapping up with enough force to jolt her forward, his fingers sliding down to rub rough circles on her clit. "Now." And Mina shattered—her scream muffled against his chest as her body convulsed around him, her vision tunneling, her mind blank with nothing but the overwhelming sensation of being filled, claimed, owned.

Before she could catch her breath, his hands slid down to grip her thighs—his biceps flexing as he lifted her effortlessly, her legs instinctively locking around his waist as he stood in one fluid motion. Mina gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders, her body still trembling from the aftershocks as he pressed her against the wall, his cock still buried deep inside her. "Just hold on," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear, his voice thick with promise. "This will be the last round." Then he moved—his hips pistoning into her with brutal efficiency, each thrust jolting her higher up the wall, her toes curling as his cock dragged against her oversensitive walls in a way that made her vision blur.

Mina's head thumped back against the wall, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her thighs slick with sweat and her own arousal as he fucked her into the plaster with relentless force. The angle was different now—deeper, sharper, his cockhead grinding against spots inside her that made her toes curl. "Fuck—fuck—it's too much—" she sobbed, her voice cracking, her nails raking down his back as he pinned her in place, his grip bruising on her hips. He didn't slow down, didn't let up, his thrusts turning erratic as he chased his own release, his cock dragging against her swollen walls in a way that made her vision white out.

And then—it happened. A sharp, wet squirt gushed from her cunt, splattering against his thighs, followed immediately by a loud, mortifying pffft as air rushed out of her stretched-open pussy with each brutal thrust. Mina's face burned, her eyes squeezing shut in embarrassment—but he just laughed, low and dark, his fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to leave bruises. "That's it," he murmured, his voice thick with approval, his breath hot against her ear. "Let me hear you." The next thrust punched another wet queef from her battered cunt, the sound obscenely loud in the quiet room, mingling with the slick slap of skin and Mina's broken, gasping moans.

His hips snapped forward again, and another gush of liquid spilled from her swollen cunt—this time followed by a series of rapid, wet puffs as his cock pistoned in and out, forcing air in and out of her with every brutal stroke. Mina's vision tunneled, her thighs trembling violently, her body jerking beneath his hands as another orgasm crashed over her—her cunt clamping down around him in wet, spasming clenches, her juices leaking out in rhythmic spurts with each deep, relentless thrust. "I am going crazy" she gasped, her voice cracking, her thighs slick with sweat and her own arousal, her body wracked with pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

Then she felt it—the hot, thick pulse of his release flooding her battered cunt, his cock twitching inside her as he groaned, his grip bruising on her hips. Mina's scream tore through the room, her vision whiting out as her body seized around him, her cunt fluttering around his cock in helpless pulses as he emptied himself inside her. The last thing she registered before everything went black was the rough scrape of his teeth against her shoulder—and the wet, sticky heat of his cum leaking out of her stretched-open pussy as her body gave out completely.

When she came to, she was sprawled on the floor—her legs splayed wide, her thighs trembling with aftershocks, her cunt gaping obscenely as another wet pffft escaped her swollen pussy. White streaks dripped down her inner thighs, mixing with her own slick and the remnants of his release, her pussy still twitching involuntarily with each ragged breath. The room smelled like sweat and sex and something primal, the air thick with the aftermath of what he’d done to her.

Mina dragged herself toward her phone with numb fingers, her body aching in ways she didn’t know were possible—her hips bruised, her throat raw, her pussy throbbing with every inch she crawled. She barely recognized her own voice when she dialed her husband—hoarse, wrecked, still shaking—but his excited gasp when he answered made her cunt clench weakly around nothing. “Tell me everything,” he demanded, his voice thick with arousal, and Mina whimpered as another wet trickle of cum leaked out of her.

“He—he fucked me against the wall,” she rasped, her thighs pressing together instinctively as she recounted the way he’d lifted her effortlessly, her legs locking around his waist as he pounded into her with enough force to crack the plaster. “I couldn’t—I couldn’t stop—” Her breath hitched when she remembered the mortifying wet pfffts that had escaped her stretched-open pussy with every brutal thrust, how he’d laughed darkly and fucked her harder because of it.

Her husband groaned, the sound muffled—probably by his hand—and Mina’s cheeks burned as she described the way she’d squirted uncontrollably, how the black man had growled “Good girl” before sinking his teeth into her shoulder and filling her until she blacked out. “He—he came so much,” she whispered, her fingers drifting between her thighs in awe, sticky with his release and her own. “I—I think it’s still coming out.”

The line went silent for a heartbeat—then her husband’s voice dropped to a husky whisper. “Did he stretch you?” Mina’s breath caught at the question, her thighs trembling as she spread them slightly, her pussy flexing around nothing. “Y-yes,” she admitted, her voice breaking as another wet drip slid down her inner thigh. “I—I don’t think I’ll ever close right again.” The wet sound of her husband jerking off flooded the line, his moan filthy with approval. “Perfect.”

Mina swallowed hard, her fingers tracing the torn edges of her sundress where he’d ripped it clean off her body the moment he’d stepped through the door. “He didn’t even say hello,” she whispered, her skin prickling at the memory of his hands—rough, impatient—grabbing the neckline and tearing downward in one violent motion. The fabric had split like tissue paper, buttons pinging against the walls, her breasts spilling free before she could gasp. “Just—just looked at me and tore it,” she breathed, her nipples pebbling at the memory of his dark eyes burning into her bare skin.

Her husband’s ragged exhale crackled through the phone as she described the kiss—how the man had fisted a hand in her hair and yanked her head back, his mouth crashing down on hers before she could even register the pain. “It hurt,” she admitted, her tongue darting out to trace her swollen lower lip where his teeth had split the skin. “But—but I liked it.”.

The confession hung between them, thick with something primal, and Mina’s thighs clenched reflexively as she recounted how he’d dragged her to the edge of the bed by her hair, her scalp burning as she scrambled to keep up. “Every time he touched me,” she whispered, her fingers drifting to the purpling bruises on her hips, “it was like—like lightning.” Her breath hitched as she remembered the way his calloused palms had scraped over her skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

Her husband’s groan was muffled—probably by his palm—but she could hear the wet slide of his fist over his cock, the sound sending an answering throb through her oversensitive cunt. “And when he—when he pushed inside,” she continued, her voice breaking as another trickle of cum seeped from her battered pussy, “I couldn’t—I couldn’t breathe.” The memory of that first brutal thrust punched a whimper from her throat, her body convulsing weakly at the phantom sensation of being split open.

“But then—” Her voice dropped to a shattered whisper, her thighs trembling as she spread them slightly, her pussy flexing around nothing. “Then it was all I could feel.” The phone slipped from her sweaty fingers as another orgasm ripped through her—her back arching off the floor, her cunt pulsing violently around the absence of him, her scream echoing through the empty room.

Her husband’s ragged breath crackled through the speaker—desperate, eager—but Mina barely heard it over the white noise in her ears. “He—he made me come so hard I—” Her voice cracked as another wet squirt gushed from her battered pussy, splattering against her thighs with a mortifying splat. “I—I couldn’t stop,” she whimpered, her fingers digging into her own bruised hips as aftershocks wracked her body. “Even when I—when I blacked out—”

“Actually,” her husband interrupted, his voice suddenly sharp—unnaturally calm—and Mina froze mid-sentence, her breath hitching at the shift in tone. “I put a CCTV inside our bedroom,” he continued, the words deliberate, weighted. “Connected to my phone.” The silence that followed was deafening, the only sound the wet drip of cum sliding from her swollen cunt onto the floor. “So I know,” he hissed, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, “every second he pounded into you.”

That’s not just the case for them, especially Jeongyeon. They’re here not just for that, but for a very discreet reason that they can’t disclose to the public. The three have a strange relationship with them, in a fun manner, except for the two particular members whose bond has blossomed into something more.

During the concert, they can observe how the crowd reacts well to their songs, mostly because of how these three could hypnotize all into getting giddy with their alluring actions. That didn’t left the two safe from their teases, as they throw comments about them through whispers, something they can’t let anybody hear from them.

“I really wanna suck Momo’s tits after the concert. The way they just jiggle whenever she dances, ugh I’m getting thirsty.” Jihyo said as she tried to sneakily grope her own tits in her shirt.

“Psst, it can wait. Don’t you think I’m not getting horny too? My cock here is hard after seeing Mina did that shit on her neck. If only I could mark them all with hickeys.” Jeongyeon growled as she bit her lips to contain herself.

“Ugh fine. We’ve been in three cities now, we should hurry and fuck them as we can before our schedules catch up on us. I also miss Sana having her way on my boobs.” She said as her nipples tingled in desire, causing her cock as well to bulge on her pants.

The show has ended and they quickly searched for a route to the backstage where they can meet the girls on the VIP room. They arrived there and they all hugged, with Jeongyeon kissing Mina on the cheeks as much as she wanted to have her on the lips, but should be done instead to avoid getting noticed by their managers.

“We should have a drink! The pay is on us!” Jihyo invited them and they did accept.

They went on their hotel room and bought as many food as they want to celebrate this time they have together and as well for MISAMO’s successful debut sub-unit concert. They were all laughs and chats about any random topic they could share to each other, just a usual get-along moment in TWICE.

Jeongyeon noticed that Mina is already getting the effects of the beer she just take after only two glasses, due to her weak alcohol tolerance. After the girls teasing the adorable penguin getting her head hazy from consciousness, Jeongyeon sends her girlfriend to the bedroom and lay her there.

After she fix Mina’s posture on the bed, Jeongyeon couldn’t stop staring at her dreamy face, into the v-collared t-shirt she’s on, remembering what she did in Funny Valentine. She gulped thinking about it, until the temptation has reached its breaking point when Mina was pursing her lips at her.

“I want a khiss, J-wongie~” Mina begs as she waits for her lover to give it. “I wuv you so mwauch~”

“Damn it, Mina. You’re making me so into you.” She leaned forward and immediately kissed Mina’s lips. It wasn’t just a simple kiss, both craved for it and would love to grab more taste of their affection. Their tongues danced, lips brushed, and breaths colliding.

Jeongyeon took the initiative to raise this to the next level, the alcohol kicking in to their horny system. She went down into her neck, as much as she wants to place them with lots of markings but thankfully a replacement would do for now. Mina moaned and holds Jeongyeon’s nape as she licks and gnawed at her skin.

“More… I want you more, Jeong…” Jeongyeon’s hands became more active, it went on her chest and teasingly rubbed the fabric through her covered ample breasts while she eats her girlfriend out. Abruptly, she stripped Mina out of it and her front was exposed, minty colored bra welcomed her sight and Jeongyeon felt more thirsty.

Unlatching the bra, she went to her tits, sucking those nipples eagerly, not giving a damn having her lover lose her mind more on her control. Jeongyeon went into her abs, worshipping the flawless build she has done for it, and tugged down the waistband of her pajamas to unveil her naked bottom.

“Me too, Mina. I want you so bad, I couldn’t wait anymore.” She set aside the central fabric of her underwear to expose her dripping wet pussy. Jeongyeon attached her mouth to it and gathered as much love fluid she can get straight from the source.

Mina was showing ragged breathing and gasps while Jeongyeon orally pleasures her. They’re too focused on their intimacy that they didn’t even realized somebody had just caught them red-handed and decided to interfere to tease these ladies.

Jeongyeon got confused she wasn’t hearing any more reaction from her girl, instead she was hearing gawking and slurps. She looked up and surprised to see Mina’s mouth getting stolen by Jihyo’s cock.

“You two ain’t slick for disappearing like that and staying for weirdly longer time.” Jihyo said as she continues to guide Mina’s head bobbing on her shaft. “That’s why I came in and well… don’t mind me sharing with Mina.”

“Ugh, just get into it. Keep her there, I’m taking her pussy.” Jeongyeon said as she takes out her pants and aims her cock at her girlfriend. She slowly daggers into the inviting entrance and no struggles of having it all inside her.

Jihyo moaned as she felt Mina reacted to Jeongyeon penetrating her that sent vibration to her sensitive cock. “That’s it, such a great cocksucker you are, Minari.” She complimented the lazy blowjob Mina has been providing her. “You better hurry up, Jeong. She’s way too good, I’m about to bust in this warm mouth of hers.”

“Chill, Ji. I cum pretty quick because of how tight she is down here. Proven and tested, many times.” She grinned as she didn’t hesitate to ravage Mina’s pussy, the bed rattling by how she fucks her girl rough, making her pussylips wrapped along her girth jerking every inch of her.

Jihyo decided to join her friend going crazy on this sexy woman bestowed upon them. She tried to match Jeongyeon’s pace, buckling her hips back and forth to fuck Mina’s face as she grabs a wobbling breast of her to play with.

“Wait wait, lemme switch for a bit!” She takes out her cock from her mouth and turns Mina to the side for her to lay down. As she does, she aligns her cock into her asshole and slowly entered, Mina cried out as she felt the tight muscle ring expands from Jihyo’s thickness while she gets invaded from behind.

Jeongyeon was almost bending her in half by how she’s plowing Mina with her legs spread and feet dangling in the air after she returned in her pussy. They couldn’t hear anything from Mina but they’re damn sure she’s having a hell of a good time by just a simple look at her eyes turning white and saliva overflowing on the corner of her largely grinning lips. Jihyo scooped some on her chin and had Mina suck her saliva back from Jihyo’s thumb.

“What’s the update? Are you almost there?!” Jihyo said, her face now showing trouble to hold her climax for long. Mina’s clinging on her head with her right arm, Jihyo’s tits squished as she presses into her close. Her nipples rubbing on her back stimulates her.

“Definitely! I just told you, this hole is just too good. Argh, I’m gonna fucking cum on your tight little pussy, Mina!!!” Jeongyeon roared in amped up aggression, harsh slaps into her thighs as she fucks her hard until that one push send him passing through the limit, firing blast of cum into her vaginal walls.

Jihyo also couldn’t take it anymore, she buried Mina’s ass to her base, stuffing her cock deep into her rear as she came hard. The two best friends shivered at how strong their orgasms were, pouring it all at this disheveled, dominated, and outnumbered dangerous woman both lost in alcohol and lust.

They slipped out of her, stood in the bed and breathed heavily while watching Mina’s dick-addled face, her tongue sticking out, and her used pussy and ass throbbing at the excessive load it just received.

“Good night, my Minari. Thanks for tonight.” Jeongyeon kissed her on the forehead and covered her with a blanket as she finally sleeps in exhaustion. “As much as I’ve wanted to pound my girlfriend’s ass, maybe that’ll do next time.” She chuckled.

“Yeah, she’s had too much already. Let her rest for now.” Jihyo said as she watched Mina’s peacefulness.

“Finally, so… can we have our turn now?” Both looked where did that voice came from, it was Momo with Sana standing at the door watching them, all undressed. “There’s no way only her would be getting those two huge cocks you got yourselves, right? Especially that both of us want something more to eat for tonight.” Sana bit her lips as she tries to seduce these two with her charming voice.

Jeongyeon and Jihyo looked at each other and smiled. The night proceeded for the four of them, having drunk sex all across the room while Mina was out of her senses.

Sana helps Jihyo fulfill her imaginations of what's her favorite thing she does for her, giving her massive orbs the well-deserved attention it deserves as she gets her pussy pummeled by the leader’s cock. On the other hand, Jeongyeon enjoyed Momo’s sexual companionship in any way possible too, all four of them just couldn’t keep their hands all over their bodies until they had enough.

“In charge for leading the warm up, please begin do so before we continue where we left off yesterday.” The person you were referring went to the front and did his role.

Meanwhile, while everyone is focused on what you were saying to them, there were some exception among your team that doesn’t pay attention not because of your leadership communication. Mina and Momo, two of your newly added members were scanning your body again with immense fascination, just like days ago since they put themselves in this situation.

Two days ago, they saw from the bulletin board that they are accepting new trainees for the dance club. It felt like a coincidence to them because a day before that, they’ve heard some information about you from their socially outgoing friend named Sana.

“I think it was their last practice before competing in the contest that he accidentally poured his bottle of water into his sweatpants.” Sana recalled it to her two friends who were listening. “When he stood up, it went long for like seconds where his damp lower half was shown and girls, I'm telling you when my classmates saw it. We were shaken! We swear we saw a glimpse of his cock!”

“Eh?!” Mina reacted. “How can you be so sure?”

“Is there any other thing you can have there inside your crotch, something long that is curved and thick?”

“Was he really that big?” Momo asked.

“I’m highly certain he is, I saw it and it was like he even positioned it tilted aside and reaching his upper thigh already just to fit in his briefs.” Sana giggled at the thought that made her blush. She fanned herself to help her cheeks calm down. “He’s definitely the most gorgeous man walking here in the campus, I’m telling you both, you won’t get enough seeing him everyday.”

What she said planted Mina and Momo’s ideas and decision to try joining this club, not just for dancing… but for you only. Thankfully, they have superb talent in dancing which helped them get accepted when they attended the tryouts and officially meet you in person.

They didn’t believe at first that you’re actually already in your 40s, not obvious from how smooth you move and how glowing you look.

Now here they are, just like what Sana said, your presence was addictingly pleasing to the eyes. Not only you are handsome, talented, and kind… but definitely because of your body even perfected with that one particular thing they’ve been trying their best to get a glimpse for themselves too.

Unknown to them, they’ll instead get more of that when something happened later.

After hours of practice, everyone were tired of repeating the choreography to perfection. As everyone left the room, only you, Momo, and Mina were the ones remained.

“Girls, aren’t you going home yet?” You asked them after you already finished cleaning everything and had yourself resting at the sofa.

“Sorry, C-Coach, but can you do us a favor?” Momo asked you.

“What can I help with?”

“Can you critique our dance that you taught earlier?” Mina responded.

“You girls are exhausting yourselves too much. Just go home and continue it tomorrow.” You chuckled.

“Please, coach? Just one and we’ll leave. We’re just curious how it’ll look when we get watched by yours only, like what’s the possible difference and what can we improve about it.”

“I don’t know about you both but so far, you two have been impressing me since you two joined us.” You said. Mina and Momo smiled thankfully, embarrassed. “So, I don’t see what’s the need for this. But if you guys are that persistent and determinated then I’ll let you be.”

“Thank you, coach! Don’t worry, we’ll return the favor right after this!” Momo winked and smirked with Mina which made you smile awkwardly. You swiped into your playlist again and played the song from earlier.

Mina and Momo began dancing, they portrayed themselves are their respective partners to pull off the collaborative performance. You watched them as they move gracefully in the floor while their antics didn’t escape from your observation.

They look so tempting as they began to show the sexy parts. Their eyes are locked on you as they either do having their hands roaming very slowly into their body, twirl their hair around and sway it as it got haggard, and crawl onto the floor towards you.

The choreo ended and you clapped slowly. “That’s what I’m talking about. You girls didn’t have to do this. You both already have what it takes to pull off that style.” You praised them.

“Thank you for the kind words, coach.”

“We appreciated it.”

“No problem at all, you two deserve it.” You laughed. “Anyways, have a safe way home okay?”

“Wait, coach! We’re not done yet.” Momo intervened.

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“Our return from the favor, remember?”

“Uhh yeah, but… no need, girls. That’s enough and don’t give yourself too much-”

“Coach.” Mina kneeled at your right leg and held there as she spoke to you very intently. “Sorry but… you can’t stop us. And I know you’ll not when we tell you what we want for this.”

“Enlighten me, please. ‘Cause i’m so confused what’s going on you two.” You replied.

Momo went next to Mina, also kneeling but on your left leg. “Will you let us say our thanks if we get to see… what’s in here.” They rubbed our crotch and you tweaked.

“W-what the- Girls, what were you thinking?!” You pushed them aside. “Do you know what is this? This is harassment.”

“It wouldn’t be as long as you agree to it as well. We’ll make you say yes, I’m telling you.’ Momo grinned as she dared to reach your spot again but you tried to fight back.

“Girls, I’m giving you a chance to get out of here or else I will do-”

“Don’t you really want it, coach?” Mina thrown herself on your side, turned your head around and asked you closely with her hands cupping your cheeks. “You can have us for free right here and its an offer. Don’t you still want to fuck us right here, right now?”

“Because you two are my students, what’s there not to understand?!” You complained.

“It’s just a yes or no question, coach. Plus, we don’t care about any of that.” Mina smirked teasingly.

“Hey, Mina. Take a look at this.” Momo called her. She looked where she was pointing, her eyes went big before a mix of gasp and bright grin appeared in her mouth.

They were both looking at your stuff now fully erect and forming an outline through your sweatpants. You shut your eyes, knowing you were caught.

“We don’t need to hear it, sometimes… we just have to find the answer elsewhere on them.” Momo said. “And it seems like you’re lying, coach.”

“Momo, it’s not what you think.”

“Oh is that so, coach?” Mina started to bring her hands down onto your neck to your chest. “Then try to convince us it wasn’t. Like were stupid and blind to not see that you really are. , do want this.”

She leaned more closer and closer until she’s inches away from your face while you can’t speak anything to say in return. “That’s right, Now, let us show you coach why you won’t regret it, so stop being a killjoy and just have fun with us.”

Momo grabbed your cock and rubbed her palm on it, stroking through the sweatpants. You then captured Mina’s lips as she kisses you. Unmoved, these girls took their turns to have you just like what they wanted.

Your bottom was felt to be undressed until it was bundled around your ankle. Momo let out a surprised sound when once your underwear was removed, your hardened shaft that was being held parallel awakens and almost hit Momo’s nose with it.

Mina stopped you from kissing and she couldn’t process what she’s seeing. They’re both so flabbergasted at your size. “Holy shit, the rumors were true.”

“You’re so big indeed, coach.”

“Wait, rumors?! The hell you two talking about?”

“My friend saw an incident of you wetting your pants with your water, and she saw your thing bulging.” Momo explained. “Then we got curious about it and now, we’re literally looking at its glory.”

“God, you’re so damn hot, coach.” Mina resumed kissing you, this time with more rhythm and active hand caressing onto your chest.

“Don’t mind me, Mina. I’ll take the first taste here.” She stroked your cock, marvelled at its appearance with desire, and had you inside her mouth. You shivered as you felt both tenderness and warmth around your head and an inch of your shaft.

Mina placed your hand on top of Momo’s head who’s giving you a blowjob now while the other one encouraged you to grope her tits. There were small but enough to be handled with your hand.

She helped you take off your shirt before she took out hers as well. “What now, coach? Do you still want to quit?”

“Damn it, fine. You two were right. Now come here and kiss me more.” You grabbed Mina’s head and pulled her back into your lips. Your hands are petting Momo as she continues to suck your dick.

“Hmmm this is the best cock I’ve ever seen and tasted. So thick and beautiful.” Momo complimented it, wiping her chin from her leaking saliva while she pumps your dick with twisting motions.

She removed her shirt to expose her huge tits encased in her black laced bra. You were showering Mina’s cleavage with kisses and licks until you were distracted by the size of the other Japanese mounds.

“Ugh, unnie just enjoy your turn there before I go next. Stop stealing him away from me.”

“Sorry, Mina. I didn’t even intend to. You can have this after, okay?”

“Hey, Mina. Don’t sulk. You have me too.” You comforted Mina. “How pretty you are is what already disrupted my attention way before Momo did that.”

“That’s fluttering of you, coach. Sure, but don’t think I won’t let myself have nothing to flaunt,.” She left the couch and stood to remove her pants. Your eyes slowly widened as each skin of her voluptuous ass was unraveled, topped with a white thong that only her crack was concealed by how enormous her fat cheeks were.

“Holy shit, you two are really fucking great. And these are all for me?” You extend your arm to have a grasp of Mina’s ass and slapped it. “Take me all in, I don’t give a fuck anymore, this shit’s all part-time anyway.”

Both had a victorious smile on their faces. Momo placed your cock between her boobs to continue ejaculating you. Mina bent forward onto the shelf to help you bury your face there and eat her out.

She was called afterwards by Momo to switch. Mina was now between your legs and gave you her own oral work on your stiff cock. Momo straddled you and unclipped her bra before throwing it away and let you aggressively grope and devour both her milk cannons.

Mina was satisfied enough on giving your foreplay, she rotated and squat herself above your cock as she lead your tip pointing into her hole. She slowly sank down and accepted every inch of you invading her rear very slowly until she is now fully immersed to your shaft.

You let out a curse and a moan feeling Mina bouncing on your lap in a reverse style. Momo shuts you up and prevented you from seeing Mina twerking as she kissed you roughly. Only you can hear Mina’s lewd sounds as she is being pleasured by your cock.

Not long after, you had your first load erupting into Mina’s ass. She pulls away, Momo went after and her pussy had your cock next, still remaining on having her stuck to your body front to front. Both of you craved to taste each other again, Momo’s breasts compressed against your pecs, her ass rippling with every thrust upwards you take.

She squirted as her nipples were claimed again by your mouth just as you quicked the face of ramming onto her. Mina even boost your orgasm approaching and doubled the pleasuring effect with the way she was playing on your balls.

You cum inside Momo, painting her walls white and filling her to the brim. She unmounted, your seed overflow out of her hole. Mina ate her pussy out to share some of your cum while you kissed their skin alternately.

The dance studio was filled with lots of moans, curses, and other loud erotic and wet sounds for the past hour as they had threesome in any possible way around the room.

Mina was full nelsoned in front of the mirror while Momo is giving you a rimjob before she receives her own ass pounding in a doggystyle. Mina got proneboned on the floor while Momo is sitting on her face, and you challenged their flexibility each by placing them in some daring positions: fucking Mina with one leg hooked on your shoulder while the other is for support as you trapped her on your embrace while Momo was penetrated with her stance like a ballerina, with her feet up on the back of your neck as she leans sideways at the wall.

You finished cumming onto them by giving them facials. Mina and Momo grinned in satisfaction after successfully inviting you to their desires. All of you cleaned yourselves and dressed for leaving.

“Thank you coach, we look forward again to this kind of our private evaluation with you.” Mina said with a giddy demeanor.

“Same here, this shall remain between the three of us, got it? Nobody should know about any of this or else we’re all done.”

“As if we will. You’re ours only, daddy.” Momo touched your cheek and you blushed.

“Good girl.”

“Speaking of that, can we have one last favor to add?”

“Spill it, Mina.”

“Having a third Japanese tight pussy to try doesn’t sound bad, isn’t it?” She smirked.

“We told you that our friend Sana was the reason we knew about you. As thoughtful and caring friends of hers, can you put all her dreams and wonders about your cock into reality as well?”

You were amused to hear that, definitely not a problem at all to earn three young bold Japanese seductresses by yourself only. “I would love to meet her next time.”, you expected with whole eagerness.

Mina took deep breaths, keeping her eyes shut as she mentally prepared herself for what was going to happen. It wasn’t the first time, and she was sure it wasn’t going to be the last. She just had to keep up the act. Mina grabbed her arms as they shook. She remembered the last time they had come here. He had promised that it wouldn’t happen again, but as it turned out, that was a lie. Now here she was, ready to be the bargaining chip. After the first experience, Mina had learned a lot about herself, mainly that she loved fucking other men. Still, she had to keep up the pretext that she didn’t want to go through with it. 

In her mind, however, Mina was imagining all the things that could happen. The aphrodisiacs were going to be a repeat; at the very least, she was sure about it. Other than that, everything could be different. A part of her hoped that it would be a group again; she vividly remembered all the hands that touched her body—the way she was used like a piece of meat. Mina gripped her arms, her breathing quickening as she reveled in that memory. There was a knock on the door, bringing her out of her memories. She stood up quickly and bowed as the door opened. 

“Come along, it's time.” Mina rose from her bow and followed the worker, her dress, if you could call it that, flowing with every step. The “dress” could easily be considered lingerie. The skirt portion only covered the sides, leaving the front and back of Mina’s body exposed; her silk panties were the only thing keeping people from seeing her bare slit. The body of the dress was also revealing, pushing up Mina’s breasts while giving an ample view of her bosom. In general, Mina’s outfit would be considered something of a slutty bride. The idea of being taken in such an outfit aroused Mina further. 

Soon, Mina was led to the center of the stage. She placed her hands over her crotch, covering it as much as she could while you and the other customers stared at her from your rooms. The platform Mina stood on spun slowly as an announcer came over the speakers. “Our next piece is Mina. Standing at 163 centimeters, the 28-year-old office worker is here to repay her husband’s gambling debts. If enough money isn’t raised in the first round, she’ll be put back on stage until her husband’s debt is settled after the first customer has had their fill of her, of course.” Mina shivered. She imagined herself being presented to the buyers again, panties around her ankles, cum running down her leg, while her makeup was ruined. 

“Let’s start the bidding at one million yen.” The announcer told everyone. “One million yen,” he repeated as one of the lights over the rooms lit up. “How about two?” Another light turned on a second later. Mina stood in the center, turning her head when she noticed another light go up, then another. Soon, she was up to ten million yen, already more than she made in a year. Mina listened as it doubled, then tripled. 

“At this point, the amount should cover the debt,” Mina thought to herself. The bids continued, though. 

When the bids began to slow down, a screen lit up, visible to each customer. “Please continue bidding. This is a reminder of what this young woman can do.” Mina looked at the screens, her face turning red. A video of her last experience here was playing, it must’ve been late into it as her face was covered in cum, almost glistening as she sucked on a customer’s cock. Mina covered her eyes, keeping a small gap between her fingers open so she could watch herself. The lustful look on her face, the way her muffled moans filled the room. Mina could remember that moment vividly, especially the way the customer had filled her throat with cum. The video shifted downward, toward her cunt. Mina felt like her face was on fire as she watched herself beg for it harder. As much as she would’ve claimed it was the aphrodisiacs making her act that way, Mina knew it was who she really was. 

The bids sped up again, continuing to rise. The amount reached one hundred million yen, then stopped. The announcer called for another bid once, then twice, before finally the matter was settled. The platform Mina was on came to a stop, and her buyer’s door opened. The earlier worker returned to the platform and handed Mina a drink. The young woman spun it in its glass, the purple hue shining brilliantly under the lights. Mina knew the process; she drank it all in one go, the sickly sweet taste making her wince slightly. Mina put her hands to her side and walked toward the room. Her body felt warm all over. As she stepped inside, she laid eyes on you. 

The door shut behind her, and Mina was left all alone with you, her eyes glued to your cock. She bit her fingertip as she stared, her panties already wet. The aphrodisiac she drank was already hitting her, the strength of it making her head spin. “Come over here,” you tell the young woman. Mina takes a few steps toward you before you stop her. “On your knees.” Mina follows along, kneeling before crawling toward you, her hips swaying with each move. You stroke your cock in front of the young woman, her eyes never leaving it, her mouth filling with slobber as she nears you. 

Mina opened her mouth as she reached you, sticking her tongue out. You give the young woman a slight nod as Mina wraps her lips around your shaft, her tongue swirling around the tip as she places her hands on your lap. You push Mina’s head down, forcing her to take your cock further. She does so with ease, bobbing her head. You grunt. Mina was enjoying this as far as you could tell. “You’re a secret slut, aren’t you?” Mina doesn’t answer; she can barely hear you as she focuses solely on your cock, her legs becoming slick with her nectar the longer she tastes you. You chuckle, seeing the young woman so focused on you. You push her head further, your cock hitting the back of her throat. 

Mina’s forced away, gagging on your cock. A strand of saliva connects her lips to you. She breathes heavily, her eyes half-lidded as she looks at you. You push Mina down again, slapping your cock against her tongue. She giggles as you tease her; she wants nothing more than your cock right now. You let go of the young woman and order her to stand up. Once she rises, you tap her legs, signalling her to straddle you. Mina does so slowly, her cunt rubbing against your shaft. You force her dress down, revealing her modest tits to you. You place one hand on her chest, kneading the soft flesh before pulling her nipple between your thumb and index finger: Mina winces, a soft moan escaping her lips. “You like this, don’t you?” 

You had meant the situation, being sold for a time and fucked by strangers. Mina, with her clouded mind, only thought you meant the pain. “I love it,” You smile and pull on her nipple again. Mina moans in response, her hips rocking back and forth as she becomes hungrier. You let go of her tit and slide your hand over her panties, feeling her wet slit. “I-I need it,” Mina moaned. 

You slide Mina’s panties to the side and rub her slit. She lets out a gasp, letting it turn into a moan. “You’re a dirty little bride,” 

“I’ll be your dirty little bride,” Mina replies quickly. She presses her body against yours, moaning as your fingers slide into her needy cunt. “Mmm, deeper, please.” You push your fingers deeper into Mina, then pull them out. Mina’s about to question you until she feels your cock slide into her. She arches her back and fills the room with her moan as your cock stretches her. With your hands on her waist, you pull Mina down, forcing every inch into her tight body. Her legs shake as she feels you moving inside her. Mina can hardly catch her breath before you bounce her on your cock a few times. Her mind goes hazy from the sudden influx of pleasure. 

“Ride me,” Mina nods at your request and steadies herself. It was hard to balance on the couch with her heels on, so she threw them off before holding onto your shoulders and beginning to move. Mina moves slowly at first, or she tries to, but you grab her waist and speed her up. Mina moans loudly as you get her up to speed. When you let go, she’s moving quickly on her own. Her muscles flexing and making her walls tighten around you. 

“I-is this good, sir?” Mina moans through heavy breaths. You spank the young woman, feeling her firm ass for the first time. You keep your hands on the firm pieces of flesh, aiding Mina as she bounces on your cock. As the aphrodisiac grows stronger in her body, Mina speeds up further. You spank Mina, making her grit her teeth as the pain mixes with pleasure. 

“That’s it, bounce on it, whore,” Mina follows your orders, bouncing on your cock quickly, occasionally stopping to grind against you, but quickly going back to moving. Mina moans as you knead her ass, her walls tightening as she nears her first climax. You help Mina further along, ramming your length into her. Mina cries out in pleasure as you drive your cock deep into her cunt. She cums first, sinking onto your cock as her legs give out. You move her along your cock a few more times before burying yourself inside her warm cunt and sullying the “bride.” 

You give the young woman a moment to rest, letting your cum swim around inside her womb before lifting her off your cock. You stand up and drag Mina to her feet, turning her toward the glass behind you. Mina had hardly noticed it when she came in. You rub your cock against her slick folds and push back in slowly. Mina moans softly as you fill her again, her train of thought interrupted. 

You pull out and drive your cock into Mina’s tight cunt, pressing her against the window. The cold glass rubs against her nipples, making her moans grow louder. You hold one of Mina’s arms against her back as you thrust into her. Mina was loving your forcefulness; her husband was never like this. She would push her ass back against you, trying to get you in deeper, even though you were already ramming into her womb. You spanked the firm pieces of flesh. “Fuck,” Mina grunted out, the pain and pleasure mixing into beautiful bliss as you continued to use her body. You watched her body bounce against yours, her ass jiggling violently as you slammed against it. Mina was already nearing her climax; she could hardly contain herself. “I’m cumming, sir,” she whined. You ignore the young woman’s warning and continue to drive your cock into the warm cavern, her walls clamping down on your cock. They flexed around you constantly, massaging your cock. 

“Don’t cum yet. I have a surprise for you,” you tell the young woman. Unfortunately, Mina couldn’t control herself. Her knees knock against each other as you take her from behind. Her walls try to milk you despite you needing a little bit longer to cum. You could feel her body’s desperation, the neediness she had. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry for cumming, sir.” Mina moaned, head pressed against the glass as she tried her best to hold herself together as waves of pleasure continued to crash over her. You let go of Mina’s arm. She presses it to the glass as you snake your hand around to the front of her body, tweaking her sensitive clit. Mina cries out, head shooting back and tongue sticking out of her mouth as you force her to cum again. “I’m sorry!” She yells out, her walls continuing to clamp down on your cock. 

“You ruined the surprise,” you tell Mina. It didn’t matter too much; you just needed to get her close to cumming again. You thought about it for a moment. Maybe you didn’t need to do that if you kept forcing her to cum. Your thrusts become rougher, and you pull Mina’s long hair back. Mina balls her fist, the overwhelming pleasure bringing her to another climax as you flick her clit. 

“Sir!” Mina cries, the constant rush she felt from the climaxes turning her to mush. You sneak your hand away from her clit for a moment and flick a switch. The glass changed, and Mina could see her husband on the other side. He was facing her, but by the looks of it, he couldn’t see her. Mina couldn’t tell that, though; she thought her husband was watching her get fucked, and that set her off. Mina’s walls clamped down around your cock. As you repeatedly hit her G-spot, you made the young woman squirt. Mina’s hips thrust forward, her nectar spraying against the glass. 

“That’s it, keep cumming in front of your husband,” you grunt, your hand reaching for her engorged clit.

“Oh my god,” Mina whined, her body following your orders. Mina continued cumming, her nectar flowing like a fountain as you continued your ways. Your thrusts sped up her tight cunt, finally bringing you to orgasm again. You buried yourself inside Mina, soiling her cunt with your cum. Mina’s eyes rolled back, her body shaking as she caught one last glimpse of her husband. The young woman was broken. You pulled her away from the one-way glass and bent her over the couch. You deliver rough smacks to her ass before pulling on her hair again. A lax smile was on the young woman’s face. Her voice was hoarse, but you heard her clearly: “Let me see him.” You smile and bring her back up, letting Mina watch her unaware husband as you fucked her again. Mina never knew how good it felt to watch her husband while she acted out such dirty acts with another man. 

Mina took deep breaths, keeping her eyes shut as she mentally prepared herself for what was going to happen. It wasn’t the first time, and she was sure it wasn’t going to be the last. She just had to keep up the act. Mina grabbed her arms as they shook. She remembered the last time they had come here. He had promised that it wouldn’t happen again, but as it turned out, that was a lie. Now here she was, ready to be the bargaining chip. After the first experience, Mina had learned a lot about herself, mainly that she loved fucking other men. Still, she had to keep up the pretext that she didn’t want to go through with it. 

In her mind, however, Mina was imagining all the things that could happen. The aphrodisiacs were going to be a repeat; at the very least, she was sure about it. Other than that, everything could be different. A part of her hoped that it would be a group again; she vividly remembered all the hands that touched her body—the way she was used like a piece of meat. Mina gripped her arms, her breathing quickening as she reveled in that memory. There was a knock on the door, bringing her out of her memories. She stood up quickly and bowed as the door opened. 

“Come along, it's time.” Mina rose from her bow and followed the worker, her dress, if you could call it that, flowing with every step. The “dress” could easily be considered lingerie. The skirt portion only covered the sides, leaving the front and back of Mina’s body exposed; her silk panties were the only thing keeping people from seeing her bare slit. The body of the dress was also revealing, pushing up Mina’s breasts while giving an ample view of her bosom. In general, Mina’s outfit would be considered something of a slutty bride. The idea of being taken in such an outfit aroused Mina further. 

Soon, Mina was led to the center of the stage. She placed her hands over her crotch, covering it as much as she could while you and the other customers stared at her from your rooms. The platform Mina stood on spun slowly as an announcer came over the speakers. “Our next piece is Mina. Standing at 163 centimeters, the 28-year-old office worker is here to repay her husband’s gambling debts. If enough money isn’t raised in the first round, she’ll be put back on stage until her husband’s debt is settled after the first customer has had their fill of her, of course.” Mina shivered. She imagined herself being presented to the buyers again, panties around her ankles, cum running down her leg, while her makeup was ruined. 

“Let’s start the bidding at one million yen.” The announcer told everyone. “One million yen,” he repeated as one of the lights over the rooms lit up. “How about two?” Another light turned on a second later. Mina stood in the center, turning her head when she noticed another light go up, then another. Soon, she was up to ten million yen, already more than she made in a year. Mina listened as it doubled, then tripled. 

“At this point, the amount should cover the debt,” Mina thought to herself. The bids continued, though. 

When the bids began to slow down, a screen lit up, visible to each customer. “Please continue bidding. This is a reminder of what this young woman can do.” Mina looked at the screens, her face turning red. A video of her last experience here was playing, it must’ve been late into it as her face was covered in cum, almost glistening as she sucked on a customer’s cock. Mina covered her eyes, keeping a small gap between her fingers open so she could watch herself. The lustful look on her face, the way her muffled moans filled the room. Mina could remember that moment vividly, especially the way the customer had filled her throat with cum. The video shifted downward, toward her cunt. Mina felt like her face was on fire as she watched herself beg for it harder. As much as she would’ve claimed it was the aphrodisiacs making her act that way, Mina knew it was who she really was. 

The bids sped up again, continuing to rise. The amount reached one hundred million yen, then stopped. The announcer called for another bid once, then twice, before finally the matter was settled. The platform Mina was on came to a stop, and her buyer’s door opened. The earlier worker returned to the platform and handed Mina a drink. The young woman spun it in its glass, the purple hue shining brilliantly under the lights. Mina knew the process; she drank it all in one go, the sickly sweet taste making her wince slightly. Mina put her hands to her side and walked toward the room. Her body felt warm all over. As she stepped inside, she laid eyes on you. 

The door shut behind her, and Mina was left all alone with you, her eyes glued to your cock. She bit her fingertip as she stared, her panties already wet. The aphrodisiac she drank was already hitting her, the strength of it making her head spin. “Come over here,” you tell the young woman. Mina takes a few steps toward you before you stop her. “On your knees.” Mina follows along, kneeling before crawling toward you, her hips swaying with each move. You stroke your cock in front of the young woman, her eyes never leaving it, her mouth filling with slobber as she nears you. 

Mina opened her mouth as she reached you, sticking her tongue out. You give the young woman a slight nod as Mina wraps her lips around your shaft, her tongue swirling around the tip as she places her hands on your lap. You push Mina’s head down, forcing her to take your cock further. She does so with ease, bobbing her head. You grunt. Mina was enjoying this as far as you could tell. “You’re a secret slut, aren’t you?” Mina doesn’t answer; she can barely hear you as she focuses solely on your cock, her legs becoming slick with her nectar the longer she tastes you. You chuckle, seeing the young woman so focused on you. You push her head further, your cock hitting the back of her throat. 

Mina’s forced away, gagging on your cock. A strand of saliva connects her lips to you. She breathes heavily, her eyes half-lidded as she looks at you. You push Mina down again, slapping your cock against her tongue. She giggles as you tease her; she wants nothing more than your cock right now. You let go of the young woman and order her to stand up. Once she rises, you tap her legs, signalling her to straddle you. Mina does so slowly, her cunt rubbing against your shaft. You force her dress down, revealing her modest tits to you. You place one hand on her chest, kneading the soft flesh before pulling her nipple between your thumb and index finger: Mina winces, a soft moan escaping her lips. “You like this, don’t you?” 

You had meant the situation, being sold for a time and fucked by strangers. Mina, with her clouded mind, only thought you meant the pain. “I love it,” You smile and pull on her nipple again. Mina moans in response, her hips rocking back and forth as she becomes hungrier. You let go of her tit and slide your hand over her panties, feeling her wet slit. “I-I need it,” Mina moaned. 

You slide Mina’s panties to the side and rub her slit. She lets out a gasp, letting it turn into a moan. “You’re a dirty little bride,” 

“I’ll be your dirty little bride,” Mina replies quickly. She presses her body against yours, moaning as your fingers slide into her needy cunt. “Mmm, deeper, please.” You push your fingers deeper into Mina, then pull them out. Mina’s about to question you until she feels your cock slide into her. She arches her back and fills the room with her moan as your cock stretches her. With your hands on her waist, you pull Mina down, forcing every inch into her tight body. Her legs shake as she feels you moving inside her. Mina can hardly catch her breath before you bounce her on your cock a few times. Her mind goes hazy from the sudden influx of pleasure. 

“Ride me,” Mina nods at your request and steadies herself. It was hard to balance on the couch with her heels on, so she threw them off before holding onto your shoulders and beginning to move. Mina moves slowly at first, or she tries to, but you grab her waist and speed her up. Mina moans loudly as you get her up to speed. When you let go, she’s moving quickly on her own. Her muscles flexing and making her walls tighten around you. 

“I-is this good, sir?” Mina moans through heavy breaths. You spank the young woman, feeling her firm ass for the first time. You keep your hands on the firm pieces of flesh, aiding Mina as she bounces on your cock. As the aphrodisiac grows stronger in her body, Mina speeds up further. You spank Mina, making her grit her teeth as the pain mixes with pleasure. 

“That’s it, bounce on it, whore,” Mina follows your orders, bouncing on your cock quickly, occasionally stopping to grind against you, but quickly going back to moving. Mina moans as you knead her ass, her walls tightening as she nears her first climax. You help Mina further along, ramming your length into her. Mina cries out in pleasure as you drive your cock deep into her cunt. She cums first, sinking onto your cock as her legs give out. You move her along your cock a few more times before burying yourself inside her warm cunt and sullying the “bride.” 

You give the young woman a moment to rest, letting your cum swim around inside her womb before lifting her off your cock. You stand up and drag Mina to her feet, turning her toward the glass behind you. Mina had hardly noticed it when she came in. You rub your cock against her slick folds and push back in slowly. Mina moans softly as you fill her again, her train of thought interrupted. 

You pull out and drive your cock into Mina’s tight cunt, pressing her against the window. The cold glass rubs against her nipples, making her moans grow louder. You hold one of Mina’s arms against her back as you thrust into her. Mina was loving your forcefulness; her husband was never like this. She would push her ass back against you, trying to get you in deeper, even though you were already ramming into her womb. You spanked the firm pieces of flesh. “Fuck,” Mina grunted out, the pain and pleasure mixing into beautiful bliss as you continued to use her body. You watched her body bounce against yours, her ass jiggling violently as you slammed against it. Mina was already nearing her climax; she could hardly contain herself. “I’m cumming, sir,” she whined. You ignore the young woman’s warning and continue to drive your cock into the warm cavern, her walls clamping down on your cock. They flexed around you constantly, massaging your cock. 

“Don’t cum yet. I have a surprise for you,” you tell the young woman. Unfortunately, Mina couldn’t control herself. Her knees knock against each other as you take her from behind. Her walls try to milk you despite you needing a little bit longer to cum. You could feel her body’s desperation, the neediness she had. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry for cumming, sir.” Mina moaned, head pressed against the glass as she tried her best to hold herself together as waves of pleasure continued to crash over her. You let go of Mina’s arm. She presses it to the glass as you snake your hand around to the front of her body, tweaking her sensitive clit. Mina cries out, head shooting back and tongue sticking out of her mouth as you force her to cum again. “I’m sorry!” She yells out, her walls continuing to clamp down on your cock. 

“You ruined the surprise,” you tell Mina. It didn’t matter too much; you just needed to get her close to cumming again. You thought about it for a moment. Maybe you didn’t need to do that if you kept forcing her to cum. Your thrusts become rougher, and you pull Mina’s long hair back. Mina balls her fist, the overwhelming pleasure bringing her to another climax as you flick her clit. 

“Sir!” Mina cries, the constant rush she felt from the climaxes turning her to mush. You sneak your hand away from her clit for a moment and flick a switch. The glass changed, and Mina could see her husband on the other side. He was facing her, but by the looks of it, he couldn’t see her. Mina couldn’t tell that, though; she thought her husband was watching her get fucked, and that set her off. Mina’s walls clamped down around your cock. As you repeatedly hit her G-spot, you made the young woman squirt. Mina’s hips thrust forward, her nectar spraying against the glass. 

“That’s it, keep cumming in front of your husband,” you grunt, your hand reaching for her engorged clit.

“Oh my god,” Mina whined, her body following your orders. Mina continued cumming, her nectar flowing like a fountain as you continued your ways. Your thrusts sped up her tight cunt, finally bringing you to orgasm again. You buried yourself inside Mina, soiling her cunt with your cum. Mina’s eyes rolled back, her body shaking as she caught one last glimpse of her husband. The young woman was broken. You pulled her away from the one-way glass and bent her over the couch. You deliver rough smacks to her ass before pulling on her hair again. A lax smile was on the young woman’s face. Her voice was hoarse, but you heard her clearly: “Let me see him.” You smile and bring her back up, letting Mina watch her unaware husband as you fucked her again. Mina never knew how good it felt to watch her husband while she acted out such dirty acts with another man. 

You and Mina were supposed to have a peaceful date.

Just a mall trip.

Just dress shopping.

Nothing dramatic.

Nothing life-altering.

It takes exactly 5 minutes for that plan to fall apart.

The moment Mina steps into the boutique, she freezes like she’s just seen heaven personally open its doors for her.

Her eyes sparkle.

Her posture straightens.

Her hand tightens around yours.

“Look,” she says, already drifting toward a rack of dresses. “This store feels expensive.”

“That’s because it is expensive,” you reply, trailing behind her. “Min, that tag has more numbers than my bank account.”

She just hums thoughtfully, lifting a dress up to herself in the mirror.

“This one first.”

“First?? I thought you were just browsing—”

She disappears behind the fabric rack.

You sigh fondly and fold your arms, leaning against a display shelf while she heads into the fitting room.

5 minutes later, the curtain opens just enough for her to peek out.

“Y/N?”

“Yes?”

She steps out.

And suddenly your brain shuts off.

The dress hugs her perfectly, soft fabric falling around her like it was made just for her. She stands there uncertain, fingers twisting the hem.

“Well?” she asks quietly. “Is it… bad?”

You stare.

Then blink.

Then swallow.

“Honey, if you buy that, I’m going to pass away in public.”

She laughs softly, cheeks pink.

“Too much?”

“It’s illegal,” you say. “You’re going to get arrested for looking that good.”

Her lips curve into that shy-smug smile she only ever gives you.

She disappears again.

Then returns.

Again.

And again.

Each dress somehow prettier than the last.

You’re trying to give helpful opinions, but after the 6th outfit, you can practically feel yourself overheating.

Finally, Mina sighs and shuts the curtain again.

A minute passes.

Then two.

Then you hear her mutter from inside, “Ugh this is annoying.”

“What is?” you call.

She pulls the curtain aside halfway.

“You.”

You blink. “Excuse me??”

“You’re all the way out there,” she says quietly, like you’re the problem for obeying fitting-room etiquette.

“Where else am I supposed to be?” you laugh.

She pauses.

Then looks at you with that look.

The one that always means trouble.

“You could be in here.”

“Min.”

She doesn’t respond.

She just reaches out.

Grabs your wrist.

And before you can protest —

She pulls you inside with her and immediately shuts the curtain.

The tiny fitting room suddenly feels about 12 times smaller.

“Mina!” you whisper, flustered. “People can see—”

“No, they can’t,” she says calmly. “And even if they could, they’d be too distracted by how pretty my girlfriend is.”

Your face immediately lights on fire.

She gently pushes you to sit on the little bench in the corner.

“Sit,” she says softly.

You sit.

Obediently.

Instantly regretting it when she turns her back and starts pulling the zipper of her dress down.

You gasp and slam your hands over your eyes.

“MINA—”

She giggles.

Quiet. Soft. Dangerous.

“Relax,” she says. “I’m your girlfriend.”

“That doesn’t help,” you squeak. “It makes it worse!”

She peels the dress off, fabric sliding somewhere near your knees.

You cautiously lower your hands.

She’s standing there in a cycling and bra now, adjusting another dress.

Still devastating.

Still unfair.

She lifts the new dress and hesitates.

“Can you help me with this one?”

“With what—”

She frowns at the back zipper.

“I can’t reach.”

Your brain short-circuits.

“You want me to…?”

She nods.

Then — casually, like she isn’t ruining your life —

She sits on your lap.

Directly.

Comfortably.

Like this is a completely normal thing she does daily.

Your breath vanishes.

“M-Mina—”

“Please?” she says softly.

She lifts her hair.

Exposes the back of her neck.

Her spine.

Your brain breaks into static.

Your hands tremble as you reach for the zipper.

“Why are you shaking?” she asks teasingly.

“IT’S COLD,” you protest. “BUT THIS IS HOT”

She laughs — warm and quiet, leaning into you just a little more.

“You’re so cute when you panic.”

Your fingers barely manage to catch the zipper.

You slowly pull it up.

She shivers.

You almost pass out.

She goes stiff for a second.

You freeze. “I hurt you—?!”

“No,” she whispers.

“I just didn’t expect that to feel like that.”

Your face combusts. Entirely.

She turns to look at you, still sitting in your lap, eyes shining in amusement and something softer underneath.

“Well?” she asks gently.

“Do I look good?”

Your voice is gone.

Working.

Out of order.

You nod rapidly.

“Perfect,” you breathe.

Her smile softens.

She leans forward just enough to press a gentle kiss to your cheek.

“Thank you,” she whispers.

Then she stands.

Grabs another dress.

And glances back at you playfully.

“You’re staying in here. I don’t want to walk out anymore.”

You stare at her, stunned.

“You’re evil.”

She smiles.

“Only to you.”

He was also a great father to you, she believed some of the principles and values of his were taught mostly to you, making you act in resemblance to him. Mina just knew that immediately that you’ll grow up just as inspiring as your father is, thinking about it makes her prouder for her life right now. She was blessed with two handsome men who can accompany her as more years passed through or simply until her last breath.

However, nobody’s perfect. There will always be that one flaw that a person possess that either you who is close to that person would accept or retreat from it. Her husband does have one, and since Mina loves him so much she rather attempts to slide it off.

But in the present time, Mina had been contemplating now about this decision she’s been doing to cope with it. It’s not working and it’s not helping at all. She’s just going in circles whenever she chooses to ignore his lack of affection to her despite aching so badly wondering why.

Mina began to suspect herself if she’s the cause of her husband’s reluctance over her attempts to make love together. She’s well aware that they’re getting old and they cannot stay fresh as what they looked like in their younger days. For almost a year, he sleeps to ignore her chances, then she would find herself checking her appearance at the mirror.

She accepts if she wasn’t that attractive anymore, but it fears her still that it might cause her husband to fell out of love. That’s why her she started to do this plan where she would dress herself looking very enticing around the house to seduce her husband. Little did she know that it does work, but not for the person she’s targeting of.

One night, a heavy rain shocks the city. Mina just did her laundry earlier and decided to hang some of the clothes outside since her dryer was temporarily broken. She went to the balcony and started to take them off one by one.

You were playing a video game when you heard your step-mother bang on your door to do a favor of helping her. It took you more than a minute to get out. You went to her room and you were about to approach her but your steps went slow for a while when you saw her drenched in her super short pajamas and white shirt.

The outline of her black bra inside became very obvious because of how wet the cloth is. It wasn’t the only time you were finding Mina sexy. It’s wrong to think like that to your mother despite not being blood-related, but it’s challenging you when she wears so daring around you in the house.

“YN? Are you there? Grab these clothes and place them on the ironing board. Fast!” She shouted as she started to feel her arms getting worn out now from carrying these clothes. Snapping out of your daydreaming about her, you hurriedly catched those clothes and followed what she commanded.

As you exit the room after, you noticed that you forgot your thumb gloves for gaming on her nightstand. You were about to return back but her door was partially closed. Peeking through the gap, you were surprised at what you’ve seen. 

Mina was changing her clothes, undressing her soaked white shirt with a sleeveless red tank top. Before she does so, it had you staring at her bare torso, where you catched her only in her bra for a second. As she finished, you quit spying on her and knocked on the door.

“Mom, can I come in? I forgot something.” Once you heard her permission, you went inside without looking at her, fearing it might distract you from what you’ve seen. You quickly went back to your room and breathed heavily at how insane it was to actually get a glimpse of your step mother almost having her entire skin exposed to your eyes.

Around 2AM at dawn, you were still awake and has gotten tired of grinding on your pc game. Collapsing on the bed, you rolled and stared at the ceiling thinking of a way to doze yourself off to sleep. You suddenly remembered Mina in her bra earlier and that effectively made your cock hard on your shorts. 

Now horny, you just chose to whip it out and start masturbating imagining Mina stripping in front of you. Again, it’s not oblivious for you that this is completely wrong, but Mina is too attractive of a woman. She’s too irresistible and naturally enticing for you to just act normal around her.

You cum a lot on your hands, slowly stroking it as you empty your load. Some of it went on your abdomen and thighs. You were about to grab some tissues but just realized yours are now empty so you skipped out of your room to snatch some on the kitchen.

A horrible timing though, as you were about to go downstairs, Mina just left her bedroom as well. She caught you and called your name. You turned around in shock, Mina’s eyes largened at your hanging erect cock just swayed aggressively by your motion. 

You tried to hide it to lessen your embarrassment from your step mom catching you like this. “Where is your short, sweetie?” She was perturbedly asked as to why her son doesn’t have any garment on his bottom. “Mom, I-I… just thought I’ll sleep without them.” You nervously answered as you avoid looking at her. 

Mina stepped closer and had you trapped on the wall. “Sweetie, answer me honestly. Did you really?” She asked curiously, as she couldn’t buy your response for some… reason. Having a glimpse of your cock suddenly had her really interested about getting to know more about it. 

It’s wrong, but she couldn’t help it as well. “I am, swear! I-I was just about to go to CR.”

Mina stared at you and then her eyes went down at your crotch being given at it best to have it covered by your hands. “Can you take them off and show it to me?”

You furrowed your eyebrows, looking at her in confusion. “Uhh, why should I be mom?”

“Because I know you were lying.” 

You looked at her horrified. Speechless and frozen at her presence, your body loses it tense to be let by Mina removing your arms to reveal your now semi-erect shaft. She kneeled and to your surprise, she flicked its tip which instinctively had you moan.

“M-mom? What are you doing?!” You genuinely asked her. 

“I knew you were doing something… naughty rather.” Mina smirked. “I just stepped on a drop of your sticky pre-cum, you dirty boy.” 

“Mom, I- I don’t know what you’re talking about. Maybe it’s just my sweat!” You shuddered when Mina gripped your cock and pinched your head to ooze some few cum left in it. “Oh, was it really? So you’re saying this cock of yours spewing spunk on me right now just happened?”

You didn’t reply, instead you bit your lips as you knew you are in danger. That fear though just suddenly vanishes in an instant, replaced by baffledness when Mina does something strange instead to confront your actions. She just scooped some of your cum left and took a taste.

“That means you’re just like saying I made you cum like this when I did nothing to you?” She said. “And mmm, wow… you do sure are tasty my dear.”

“Mom, just what the fuck… why are like this, I’m your son.”

“Step. Son.” She reiterated. “And I don’t know, maybe ask yourself too? But me? I just happen to be pleasing myself there at my room, being lonely again at your father who is gone and doesn’t seem to love me anymore.”

Mina’s tone became melancholic. She starts pumping your cock, which panicked you that you’ll definitely gonna get turned on by what she’s doing.

“I’ve tried so hard to get your father on me, but he just ignore me with his excuses. I get he’s too hardworking, but I don’t think he even cares at what his wife wants too. I haven’t felt being loved for almost a year now, son.” Mina started to get teared up, shortly pausing what she’s doing to you. Watching your stepmom this emotional is doing a rough effect on your chest.

“We barely even do kisses or hugs anymore, and if we do it felt like it wasn’t even sincere, more like rushed or forced. Especially sex, me and your father would just sleep with ourselves turned against our backs every night. Tonight, I’ve had enough… and I’m sorry for what I’m about to do but seeing your cock, I’ve had my limit.” 

You gasped as Mina slurped your cock. Eyes went shut as the pleasure was sent through your nerves by her sudden oral service. How things went on by that fast, from having lewd thoughts about her and now here she is, giving you a forbidden blowjob where nobody could stop this act of infidelity between you both.

“D-do you like it, boy? Was my mouth making you feel good?” Mina said as she twirls her tongue around your shaft.

“It’s incredible, mom. Oh god.” You groaned when Mina put a pressure on her lips to conceal the circumference of your head. She went beneath and took your balls after, giving them a deserving saliva coating with her sultry mouth.

A pop just echoed as she released herself off your crotch and she grinned at you seductively seeing you completely taken over by her. “You are indeed a grown man now, baby. Look at this magnificent cock, just how were you able to hide this through your shorts?” She said as she wiggled and slapped it around her face.

“What size are you?” 

“M-more than 7?”

“And it’s just with the length, goodness.”  She was more impressed at how thick your meat is. “You’re literally huge, I couldn't fit half of you deep into my throat. I love how it just went from this small to this beast just when you looked at me.” She smirked.

“Tell me, have you wanted me so badly? Don’t be shy, just admit it.” 

“Y-yes. I was… actually thinking of you earlier while I masturbate.”

“Naughty boy being horny to her stepmom.” She slapped your cock, making it twitch. “But don’t worry about it, because we’ll help each other out now from now on. Do you want it? You’ll be making your mom happy from now on while I do the same as yours, fulfilling every lewd fantasies you have there in your perverted mind.”

“Yes, mom. I do really want you.” 

“That’s great to hear. Let’s get ourselves a bed to continue, shall we?” You nodded as Mina chooses your room. Once the door was slammed, she kissed you hungrily and helped you take off your clothes.

“Come on, strip mommy as well. I’m all yours now.” You obliged, tugging every garment of her out of her body. She was now standing there in her black bra you’ve seen earlier and her paired panty. Now she’s here standing close to you exactly what’s on your mind, and reality was indeed far better.

“I may not be bearing a large chest but I hope you can still do something about this one too.” She turned around and slightly bent to present her succulent ass on you.

“What are you saying, mom? You’re still beautiful to me.” Mina blushed just by hearing that. “And also…” You pulled her closer to you, her asscrack now pressed on your crotch, making her gasp. “I love them both.”

You slapped her ass which caused Mina to yelp. “Fuck yes, do me! Smack me hard!” And another one, you did it repeatedly. “Oh yeah, be rough on me. I can take it.”

“Do you love getting spanked in the ass?”

“Very!” You did again, a handprint of yours slightly marked now on her reddening cheeks. 

“Well aren’t you a naughty mommy as well? Begging for your son to get humiliated by this, such a slut you are. Now I know cocks are your weakness to be like this, way better to brag that it’s mine who made you like this.” 

Leading her to the edge of the bed to bend her further, you dragged her panties and buried your face on between those plump pillows of her while kneading them in circles. Mina moans loud feeling your tongue running along at her slit, using your jaw in serious intention of making her holes wet for preparation. 

“Oh my… ugh yes! Fuck, you’re so good with that, baby! Keep eating me!” Mina moved her hips to rub herself to your face, helping you devour her more. With the pre-cum and your spit making her holes now set to be fucked, you led your cock to her pussy first, tracing her pussy lips until you slowly spread her innards wide.

“AAAAAAA!!!! FUCKKKK, NGHHHH SHIT, YOU’RE… WAIT TAKE IT SLOW!” Mina requested as your massive girth expanding her walls like never before as what your father could do to her. “Your cock is too gifted, my boy. I take back what I said, be gentle for now alright?”

“As you wish, mommy.” You continue to attempt inserting more into but it seems that she wasn’t yet used to yours that only like teo inches left to be buried deep on her snatch.

“Has dad really left you so tight like this?”

“I mean it when your dad never let me have sex with him, baby. It frustrates me.” 

“Well good thing still, because I can enjoy your pussy gripping my cock so tight.” You began thrusting on her, making her moan. “I could tell it feels perfect around me, I can use this more starting today, right?”

“Yes, dear. Only your cock will be the one I want after how you impressed me with your package.” Mina was breathing heavily, jaw jw hanging, and almost fluttering her eyes in cloud nine whenever your shaft rubs her insides so well.

“I will make you forget how dad left his shape in your pussy, that you will never be contented when you’re with him and always after that you come find this cock to have its way on you again.” You bent forward and whispered to her ear as you pummeled her stronger.

“YES! FUCK, I’LL TAKE CARE OF YOUR COCK BABY. JUST DON’T USE YOUR HANDS ANYMORE, YOU CAN USE MY BODY ANYTIME YOU WANT!” You swayed some hair out of her face and licked her cheek before kissing her again on the lips.

“I’ll fill you up with my cum just the way you like it, I’ll keep you satisfied and punished at the same time for betraying my useless dad. Fuck, here it goes!” You alerted her as you can feel your balls tensing now at the impending release.

“Yes, oh god. Give it to me! I want to feel it  inside!”

Rotating her body so that she’s now on her back, you reinserted again inside her and folded her with her legs sprawled open. Mina’s head were cradled by your hands as you stare at her intensely while you proceed you fuck her hard.

You kissed her to stifle her whimpers as you finally erupted inside her pussy, Mina’s legs shuddered as she can feel how much cum is being poured. As you let go and slid of her, her pussy lips were throbbing as it got creampied.

After that, you two went on for more rounds to end Mina’s sexual longing that will definitely have her craving for more as days goes by. You fucked her in doggystyle with your cock pounding her ass until it also receives a load of yours.

“I guess I’m way better now than dad, right?” You asked her as you had her watch herself in the mirror as your cock invades her pussy again from behind with her arms bounded by your hand.

“Y-yes, with that cock of yours compared to him… I-I’m surprised you are his offspring.” You sucked her neck and enjoyed seeing her moan with lustful expression on her face.

“What a pathetic, heartless, and ungrateful wife you are, cheating behind your husbands back because you can’t live without a cock in your pussy.” You were now fucking her in a spooning position while she’s clutching at the wall. “Let alone it his son you were having an affair with.”

“I-I’m such a disgrace wife and a stepmother… but your cock is too amazing to be wasted without a pussy like mine who needs for its attention!” She replied breathily which encouraged you to ram your cock faster at her.

“We’ve been fucking for like what? 5 hours now? I hope this stamina of yours will be not a one-time thing because dad abandoned you so poorly like this.” You said as Mina is now about to fall asleep in your arms, her pussy riding your cock as she watches the sun rising through the window from her droopy eyes.

“I-it won’t be, next time we’ll fuck all day. I know you’ll like that…” Mina responded. She hummed as she felt her tits get a handful.

“Oh, I would definitely love that from my mommy, proving just how slutty she is just for my cock.” You grinned and kissed her. “I’m cumming!” That was the last erotic sound she made as her pussy accepted your seventh orgasm through your entire session.

You carried your sleeping stepmom Mina back to her bed and dressed her comfortably. Just hours after, your dad arrived at the house. “Where’s your mom?”

“Upstairs, sleeping.”

“She hasn’t awakened yet? That’s surprising, she always wakes up early.” 

Mina, Sana, and Momo. The phenomenal Japanese trio from the K-pop group Twice.

Sana and Momo have medium-large breasts. They often appear sexy on stage and seem to enjoy it.

On one hand, Mina with a more elegant, shy, and quiet image. Having a small bust size, Myna rarely appears sexy on stage because of her bust size and image, which doesn't quite fit the sexy concept.

Although they are like yin and yang, they have one thing in common behind the scenes: they are all sluts in the industry. It's public secret that they are someone who likes to be treated like a slut.

One day, JYP Entertainment called Mina, Sana, and Momo into a meeting room. The CEO, Park Jin-young himself, was there with some executives, looking serious. The trio sat nervously, wondering if they had done something wrong. Park Jin-young cleared his throat. "We're planning a special fan meet—a private event." he announced. The room felt tense, air thick with unspoken implications.

Then their manager stepped forward. "So the concept is..." He paused dramatically. "Three of you will enter separate rooms full of sex toys. You'll be naked. Fans will choose which room to enter—Mina, Sana, or Momo—and you'll serve whatever kinks they want." The trio blinked, exchanged glances, but didn't flinch. "After each private session," he continued, voice husky, "you'll come up on stage with all the... traces... visible. A 24-hour non-stop fan meet. Prepare your stamina." Without hesitation, Sana smiled coyly, Momo nodded eagerly, and Mina whispered, "Okay." The manager grinned. "Good girls."

Back in Sana's dimly lit apartment, sweatpants discarded on the floor, they huddled on her couch nursing drinks. Sana traced circles on her thigh, grinning wildly. "Can't wait for tomorrow," she breathed, cheeks flushed. "My pussy's been dripping since they mentioned the leather collars." The scent of her arousal mixed with Momo's perfume as she leaned closer. Momo laughed, low and throaty, fingers sliding under her own waistband. "More than ready? I'm soaked through these panties already." Her hand emerged glistening, held up for them to see under the lamp's amber glow. "Counted twelve different toys I want stuffed in me before noon."

Mina stayed quiet, legs pressed tight together. She watched Momo lick her wet fingers clean, then Sana unbuttoning her shirt to palm her own heavy breast. "What about you?" Sana nudged Mina's knee. "Still nervous?" Mina shook her head slowly, eyes darkening as she imagined faceless hands exploring her. "No," she murmured. Her fingers drifted to the waist of her skirt. "Just... thinking how many will pick me." She slid a hand inside, biting her lip as she touched herself. "Hope they like my smaller tits." Her breath hitched—sharp and sudden—as she found her clit.

Momo grabbed Mina's wrist, stopping her. "Save it," she ordered, voice rough. "Let them make you scream tomorrow." Underneath Momo's grip, Mina trembled, skin pebbling with anticipation. Sana stretched lazily beside them, nipples hard against her silk camisole. "Sleep?" she suggested, though none moved. The air thickened with musk and unspent tension. Outside, rain lashed the windows—a rhythmic echo of tomorrow's promised rhythm. Mina finally pulled her hand free, knuckles white where Momo had held her. "Yes," she whispered. But her thighs stayed clenched tight, slick and restless till dawn.

***

The fluorescent buzz of backstage hallways felt alien against Mina's bare skin as she stood trembling outside Room 3. The distant murmur of eager voices already snaking through the venue made the cold tile floor bite deeper into her soles. Across the hall, Sana flashed Mina a wild, reassuring grin through Room 2's open door, already bouncing lightly on her toes, her nipples stiffening in the draft. Down by Room 1, Momo was stretching her arms overhead, the supple curve of her breasts shifting as she turned, catching Mina's eye with a slow, deliberate wink. "Breathe," Momo mouthed silently, the command sharp even in silence. Mina swallowed hard, the scent of disinfectant mingling with her own faint sweat, her small breasts tightening against the chill air. The manager’s clipped announcement echoed—"Five minutes!"—and Mina flinched, pressing her thighs together. Warm slickness trickled down her inner thigh. *Will they even come here?* The doubt slithered through her mind like ice.

People are starting to line up. There are 60 people in room 1, 60 people in room 2, and 60 people in room 3. So, the three of them will be serving the same number of people.

The rules for this private sex session are that each fan will enter the room one by one, and the session will end when the fan has ejaculated once or after 10 minutes per person.

Momo POV :

The first participant stepped into Momo's dimly chamber—a lanky man with jet-black hair slicked back—already tearing at his shirt buttons before the pneumatic door hissed shut. His belt clattered to the floor, trousers pooling around ankles. "Dancer, huh?" he rasped, advancing toward Momo where she knelt on crimson silk pillows. "Show me how flexible." His fingers dug into her hips, flipping her roughly onto her back. Momo gasped, not at the abruptness, but at the thrill blazing through her veins—finally. She arched into his grip, his calloused palms sliding up her inner thighs. The scent of his sweat, sharp and musky, filled the air as he pinned her wrists above her head. "You want flexibility?" she breathed, hooking her legs around his waist. "Then fuck me like I'm your favorite choreography." He grunted, sinking into her wet heat without preamble.

"So," he panted against her throat, thrusts deep and rhythmic, punctuating each syllable. "The rumor—" his fingers tightened painfully around her wrists "—that all three of you are—" a sharp slap echoed across Momo's asscheek, making her cry out "—company sluts? True?" Momo's breath caught, not from shame, but wild delight at the crude reference to their unspoken reputation. She met his gaze, eyes dilated. "More," she demanded, rocking against him. "Louder." He obliged, voice harsh against her ear. "Whole industry knows you're just holes for hire." Momo's moan crescendoed, fingers clawing at his shoulders. "Prove it," she challenged. He seized her jaw, forcing her eyes to the mirrored ceiling where their reflection blurred. "Watch yourself," he growled. "Watch how you take it." Below, Momo watched her own eyes glaze over—ecstatic—as his hips slammed harder.

"Oh fuck, just like that!" Momo screamed, her voice raw against the thumping bass leaking from other rooms. His rhythm intensified, each thrust jolting her forward onto her elbows, the crimson silk damp beneath her sweat-slicked stomach. She arched her back, pressing her ass high, inviting him deeper. "Harder!" she begged, the obscenity echoing off soundproofed walls. "Fill me up, daddy! Use this JYP slut!" His grunt was primal, fingers digging bruises into her hips as he pistoned relentlessly. Spit slickened her spine where he leaned over, teeth grazing her shoulder blade. "Yesss," Momo hissed, shuddering. "I'm a filthy idol slut! Breed me!" The vulgarity poured out in gasps—a stark contrast to her polished stage persona—as she reveled in the degradation.

"Feel that?" he snarled, a hand snaking between her thighs to flick her swollen clit. Momo jerked violently, a sob tearing from her throat. "That's your fucking legacy—a cumdump for sweaty fans!" The words ignited her, pushing her toward the edge faster than the brutal pounding. "Make it messy!" she shrieked, twisting her neck to catch his frenzied eyes. "Mark me inside! Claim your Japanese whore!" He swore, hips stuttering—losing control. With a guttural roar, he buried himself impossibly deep, pelvis grinding against her ass. Momo felt the hot flood pulse inside her core, triggering her own climax—violent, convulsing waves that seized her muscles. "FuckfuckFUCK!" she wailed, collapsing forward onto the pillows. Her thighs trembled, wetness dripping onto silk, mingling with his seed pooling beneath her.

Silence slammed down, thick and heavy, broken only by their ragged breathing. The man withdrew roughly, the slick sound obscene. Momo lay limp, cheek pressed to damp silk, the sharp tang of sex thick in her nostrils. She barely registered the pneumatic hiss as the door slid open. A metallic clatter echoed behind her—a towel dropped carelessly onto the floor. "Next," a bored staff voice announced.

Boots scuffed against tile. "You," a deeper voice rasped—smoke-roughened, impatient. Momo rolled onto her back, thighs splayed shamelessly, watching the newcomer through half-lidded eyes. Broad shoulders. Ink curling up thick forearms. His belt clinked as he unbuckled it, eyes locked on her swollen breasts. "Not inside," he grunted, jerking his chin toward her chest. "Wanna see those famous tits smothering my cock." Momo exhaled sharply—relief, anticipation—pushing herself up on trembling elbows.

She cupped her breasts eagerly, squeezing them together, the skin flushed and sensitive from earlier abuse. The man groaned, fisting his erection, the tip already glistening. "Yeah, just like that," he growled, stepping closer. Momo leaned forward, lips parted, letting him slide between her cleavage. Heat radiated from his skin, his musk sharp with arousal. "Make it messy," she whispered, arching her back to tighten the friction as he started thrusting.

Precome streaked her flesh, shiny trails catching the dim light. The man cursed, fingers digging into her scalp as he forced eye contact. "Say it," he demanded, hips jerking erratically. Momo didn't hesitate. "Your Korean whore loves being your fucking fleshlight," she moaned, deliberately squeezing tighter. His breath hitched—then he came with a choked shout, ropes of white splattering across her chin, her collarbones, the underside of her breasts. Warmth dripped sluggishly between her cleavage. Momo licked her lips, tasting salt. The door hissed again.

She barely had time to wipe her face before the next man shoved inside—tall, reeking of cologne and entitlement. His fingers coiled in her hair like reins, yanking her head back. "Knees," he commanded, voice vibrating with barely restrained hunger. Momo scrambled to obey, the marble floor icy against her bare kneecaps. His zipper rasped loud in the sudden stillness. "Open," he instructed, thumb pressing against her lower lip. She tasted leather and nicotine. His cock slapped heavy against her tongue before she could breathe.

Momo hollowed her cheeks instinctively, her throat relaxing as he pushed deeper. Tears pricked at her eyelids when he hit the back. "Good girl," he rasped, one hand fisting tighter in her hair. "Now choke on it." She gagged violently as he thrust forward—hard—her nose mashed against coarse pubic hair. Spit dribbled down her chin. The man groaned, his free hand palming her breast roughly. "God, you're *good* at this," he panted, watching her throat bulge obscenely with each shallow jerk of his hips.

Her jaw ached, but the burn only fueled her. Momo gazed up through wet lashes, pupils blown wide, reveling in the degradation. His grip tightened, hips snapping faster. She could feel him swelling against her tongue, the salty tang flooding her mouth. "Swallow it all," he ordered, voice cracking. "Every fucking drop." Momo whimpered—not in protest, but anticipation—her fingers digging into his thighs as his release hit her throat like a punch.

Sana POV :

The first man who stepped into Sana’s room was broad-shouldered, with a cocky smirk that faltered when he saw her sprawled on the plush leather bench, legs already spread wide. "Thought you were just acting slutty for cameras," he muttered, fingers hesitating on his belt. Sana arched a brow, sliding two fingers lazily through her dripping folds—an invitation, a taunt. "Surprise," she purred, lifting her glistening fingers to her lips and sucking them clean with an obscene pop. His breath hitched. "I was born for this."

Before he could react, Sana rolled onto her knees, crawling toward him with feline grace. She didn’t wait for permission—her hands yanked his pants down, her mouth swallowing him whole in one fluid motion. The man staggered, a strangled groan tearing from his throat as her tongue swirled expertly around his shaft. "Fuck—idols aren’t supposed to—" Sana pulled back just enough to smirk up at him, lips slick. "Aren’t supposed to what?" she breathed, nails raking down his thighs. "Take cock like a pornstar?" She dove back down, hollowing her cheeks until his knees buckled.

Gasping, he dragged her up by her hair, slamming her onto the bench. "Ride me," he demanded, voice ragged. "Show me that ‘skill’ you bragged about." Sana straddled him without hesitation, sinking onto his cock with a filthy moan, her soaked cunt stretching obscenely around him. "Like this?" she purred, rolling her hips in slow, torturous circles—the way she’d practiced in mirrors after concerts, thighs trembling. His hands clamped around her waist, fingers digging into her flesh. "Faster," he snarled. Sana threw her head back, riding him with reckless abandon, her tits bouncing with every snap of her hips.

"You're perfect," he choked out, eyes locked on where their bodies joined—her swollen lips stretched tight around him. "Filthy fucking perfect." The praise ignited her. Sana ground down harder, her clit rubbing against his pelvis with each thrust, sparks of pleasure shooting up her spine. His grip tightened, pulling her impossibly closer. "Come with me," he demanded, his cock pulsing inside her. Sana screamed as the words alone tipped her over the edge, her walls clenching violently around him.

Her climax hit like a lightning strike—sharp, blinding, unstoppable. Hot liquid gushed between them, splattering across his thighs and the leather bench with a wet slap. The man's eyes widened in shock as Sana convulsed stop him, her body jerking uncontrollably, her moans dissolving into broken sobs. "Holy shit," he gasped, pulling out abruptly, his cock glistening with her release. Sana collapsed forward, her forehead pressed against his shoulder, her thighs still trembling, warmth trickling down her legs.

He stood abruptly, shoving her off with a rough exhale, her slick body sliding bonelessly to the floor. The door clicked shut behind him before she could catch her breath. Sana lay there, sprawled on the cold tiles, her chest heaving, the scent of sex thick in the air. The next man would be here soon—but for now, she let herself float in the aftermath, her skin still tingling, her cunt still pulsing with aftershocks.

The pneumatic door hissed open again before she could move. Sana turned her head lazily, blinking up at the newcomer—tall, with sharp cheekbones and a predatory grin. He took one look at the mess between her thighs, at the puddle glistening on the leather bench, and chuckled low in his throat. "So," he mused, stepping closer, his belt already undone, "you're such a squirter?" His fingers trailed through the wetness on her stomach, bringing them to his lips with a hum of approval. Sana parted her lips to answer—but his hands were already on her, hauling her up effortlessly.

He tossed her onto the table face-first, her cheek pressed against the cool surface, her ass raised high. His palm cracked down on her right cheek—stinging, possessive—before his fingers prodded at her puckered hole. "I’ll fuck this ass," he murmured, spreading her cheeks wide, his breath hot against her skin, "and make your pussy squirt even more." Sana shuddered, her cunt dripping anew at the promise. She braced herself, fingers scrambling for purchase on the table’s edge as his cockhead nudged against her tight entrance.

With a slow, brutal push, he breached her, stretching her unbearably wide. Sana’s hand slapped against the table—once, twice—each thrust driving her forward, her knuckles whitening as she struggled to endure the intrusion. Her lips parted in a silent scream, drool pooling beneath her open mouth, her tongue lolling. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, punctuated by the creak of the table beneath their combined weight. "Gonna wreck you," he grunted, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise, "ruin your ass for anyone else."

And then—it happened. The pressure inside her built impossibly fast, her neglected cunt spasming violently as he pistoned into her ass. Sana’s vision whited out as her pussy erupted, gushing in thick, pulsing waves that splattered against the man’s thighs and dripped onto the floor. She barely registered his shocked gasp—too lost in the raw, overwhelming pleasure of her body betraying her so spectacularly. "Fuck, you’re disgusting," he growled, slamming into her with renewed vigor, his cock throbbing inside her tight heat. "Filthy idol whore can’t even stop herself from leaking everywhere."

The degradation only made her squirt harder, her juices soaking the man’s balls as he fucked her like an animal. Sana writhed beneath him, her toes curling, her fingers clawing uselessly at the table’s edge. She was coming apart—over and over—her orgasms crashing into her like tidal waves, each more intense than the last. The man’s thrusts grew erratic, his grip tightening as he neared his own climax. "Take it," he snarled, burying himself to the hilt, his cock twitching deep inside her ass. "Take all of it, you fucking slut."

Heat flooded her insides, thick and viscous, and Sana collapsed forward with a broken moan, her body limp, her mind blank. The man pulled out with a wet pop, his cum dribbling from her gaping hole. He didn’t bother wiping her clean—just stepped back, admiring his handiwork with a smirk. "Next," he called over his shoulder, adjusting his pants as he strode out the door. Sana lay there, trembling, her ass still clenching around nothing, her pussy still twitching with aftershocks. The door hissed shut—then immediately opened again. Boots scuffed against tile. Someone whistled low. "Damn," a new voice murmured. "You’re already a mess." Sana turned her head weakly, blinking up at the next man through damp lashes. His belt was already undone.

He grabbed her hair in a brutal fist, yanking her upright so fast her scalp burned. Sana gasped—not in pain, but anticipation—her knees hitting the floor with a thud. His cock slapped against her cheek, hot and heavy, already leaking precome. "Open," he commanded, thumb pressing against her lower lip. Sana obeyed without hesitation, her tongue darting out to taste him. The man groaned, his grip tightening as he shoved forward, his thick length stretching her lips wide. She gagged instantly, tears springing to her eyes, spit dripping down her chin. He didn’t stop—just thrust deeper, his balls slapping against her chin, his pubic hair tickling her nose. "Choke on it," he growled, watching her throat bulge obscenely.

Sana rolled her eyes, feigning boredom even as her jaw ached and her vision blurred. Her fingers dug into his thighs, nails leaving crescent moons in his skin. He fucked her mouth with rough, shallow jerks, his breath ragged above her. "Filthy little idol," he sneered, twisting her hair tighter. "Bet you dream about this—being used like a fucking fleshlight." Sana gagged harder, saliva pooling beneath her, her nose pressed flush against his pelvis. She could barely breathe, her lungs burning, her throat convulsing around him. The man groaned, his hips stuttering, his cock twitching against her tongue. "Swallow it all," he ordered, voice cracking. "Every fucking drop."

His release hit her throat like a punch—hot, thick, relentless. Sana swallowed desperately, her throat working around the flood, but some spilled past her lips, dripping down her chin. The man cursed, his fingers loosening slightly as he rode out his orgasm. Sana coughed weakly, her chest heaving, her lips swollen and glistening. He pulled out with a wet pop, his cock still half-hard, and smirked down at her ruined face. "Pathetic," he muttered, wiping himself on her cheek. Sana licked her lips, tasting salt and spite, and grinned up at him—wild, unrepentant.

Mina POV :

The door hissed shut behind the first man—tall, broad, with knuckles scarred from violence. He didn’t speak, just lunged, fingers wrapping around her throat like a noose. Mina’s gasp died as his grip tightened, her vision spotting at the edges, but her thighs clenched tighter—*wetness* seeping between them. His other hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back as his mouth crashed onto hers, teeth splitting her lip. The metallic tang of blood bloomed between them as he bit down harder, his tongue forcing past her lips. "Fake," he growled against her mouth, fingers squeezing her windpipe until stars exploded behind her eyelids. "All that elegance—just a lie." Mina’s hips jerked involuntarily, her cunt pulsing around nothing, slickness dripping down her inner thighs. He laughed—dark, knowing—as her breath hitched beneath his chokehold.

His free hand slid between her legs, fingers dragging through her arousal with deliberate cruelty. "Pathetic," he sneered, pressing two fingers inside her without warning, her tight walls fluttering around the intrusion. Mina whimpered, her back arching, her small breasts brushing against his chest. "Look at you," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear, fingers pistoning ruthlessly. "Getting off on being hurt." Her moan was strangled, her nails digging into his biceps as he twisted his fingers deeper, hitting a spot that made her vision white out.

The gush hit them both—a hot, pulsing wave that splattered against his thighs, the floor, the wall behind them. Mina's knees buckled, her body convulsing as pleasure ripped through her, raw and violent. The man laughed, low and dark, withdrawing his dripping fingers to slap her ass hard enough to leave a mark. Before she could catch her breath, he spun her around, shoving her front-first into the wall, her cheek scraping against the rough surface. "Still think you're elegant?" he growled, lining up his cock at her entrance.

Begging spilled from her lips—broken, desperate—as he thrust into her with one brutal stroke, burying himself to the hilt. Mina's scream echoed off the soundproofed walls, her fingers clawing at nothing as he pinned her wrists above her head. "P-please," she sobbed, hips grinding back against him, her pussy clenching around his girth. "Spank me—harder—I'm filthy, I'm—" His palm cracked down on her ass again, the sting radiating through her flesh as another gush of liquid splashed against his thighs. The man groaned, hips pistoning faster, his grip on her wrists tightening until her fingers tingled.

His free hand tangled in her hair, wrenching her head back as he leaned over her, teeth grazing her shoulder. "Say it," he snarled, his rhythm relentless, their sweat-slicked skin slapping together. Mina's voice cracked—"I'm just a JYP cumdump"—before another orgasm tore through her, her body seizing as she squirted again, hot rivulets dripping down her thighs. He laughed, low and mocking, his thrusts growing erratic. "Going to paint that pretty face," he promised, pulling out abruptly only to flip her onto her knees, her lips parting instinctively.

The first thick stripe of cum hit her eyelid, the second her cheek—warm, sticky, smelling of salt and dominance. Mina gasped, tongue darting out to catch what dripped toward her lips, her thighs trembling as aftershocks racked her body. The man smirked, tucking himself away, watching her ruined face with satisfaction. The door hissed open before she could wipe her chin clean. "Next," he called over his shoulder, stepping over the puddle between Mina's knees. A new shadow filled the doorway—taller, broader, his belt already unbuckled. Mina shuddered, fresh wetness pooling beneath her.

He didn't speak—just grabbed her by the hair, dragging her forward until her nose pressed against his fly. The scent of leather and musk flooded her senses as he unzipped, his cock springing free heavy and thick against her forehead. Mina's lips parted instinctively—but he shoved past her, fingers digging into her scalp as he forced her face into his crotch. His other hand reached behind her, fingers slicking through her dripping folds before plunging two fingers inside. Mina moaned around his cock, her walls clenching—then gasped as something cold and hard pressed against her entrance.

The dildo stretched her impossibly wide as he shoved it inside with one brutal thrust, the ridges bumping against her swollen walls. Mina's scream was muffled by his cock as he began fucking her throat in earnest, his hips snapping forward with each deep push. Before she could adjust, something wider—cold metal—pressed against her asshole. The plug popped in with a wet squelch, sending sparks up her spine as it vibrated to life. Mina convulsed, her vision whiting out as her cunt pulsed around the dildo, another gush of liquid soaking the floor beneath her knees.

"Look at you," the man growled, tightening his grip on her hair as he pistoned into her throat. "Coming untouched like a fucking whore." Mina's eyes rolled back, her body jerking with each vibration, her moans garbled around his cock. The dildo shifted with every thrust, the plug buzzing mercilessly against her prostate—she couldn't stop cumming, her thighs trembling as pleasure wracked her in relentless waves. The man groaned above her, his pace faltering—then with a snarl, he buried himself to the hilt, his release flooding her throat in thick pulses. Mina swallowed desperately, tears streaking her cheeks, her ass clenching around the plug as another orgasm ripped through her.

He pulled out with a wet pop, his cum dripping from her swollen lips onto the floor—mingling with the slick puddle beneath her knees. The door hissed again, cold air brushing her overheated skin. A new hand—calloused, smelling of motor oil—grabbed her chin, tilting her face up.

"Open," the newcomer ordered, pressing a rubber ball gag between her teeth before she could protest. Mina whimpered as the straps tightened behind her head, her jaw forced wide around the silicone. Fingers dug into her ass cheeks, spreading her wide as the vibrating plug was yanked out abruptly—her hole clenched around nothing, twitching pathetically.

She heard the wet sound of spit slicking flesh before the blunt head of his cock pressed against her loosened entrance. "Going to wreck this tight ass properly," he growled, thrusting in with one brutal push. Mina screamed against the gag, her throat vibrating around the sound as he bottomed out—her walls stretched obscenely around his girth.

He didn't wait for her to adjust—just pistoned into her with rough, shallow strokes, his balls slapping against her soaked cunt with each thrust. The gag muffled her cries, drool pooling beneath her chin as he fucked her ass like a fleshlight, his grip bruising on her hips. Her vision blurred—not from pain, but from the overwhelming pleasure of being used so completely.

The vibrations from the abandoned plug echoed through her pelvis, the dildo still buried inside her cunt twitching with every brutal snap of his hips. Then—pressure. Liquid heat gushed from her pussy in pulsing waves, the sheer force of her orgasm ejecting the dildo with a wet splatter onto the floor. The man groaned, his thrusts faltering for a moment as he watched her clamped around nothing, her inner muscles fluttering visibly. "Disgusting," he panted—but his cock swelled even thicker inside her, betraying his arousal.

His rhythm turned erratic, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave crescent-shaped bruises. Mina's body convulsed around him, her neglected clit throbbing as another gush of fluid spilled from her—this time just piss, hot and humiliating, splashing against his thighs and the already ruined floor. The degradation sent him over the edge; with a snarl, he buried himself to the hilt, his release flooding her ass in thick, pulsing spurts that made her toes curl against the cold tiles.

Back to 3rd person POV:

The alarm’s shrill beep sliced through the sex-hazed air, its red digits blinking 12:00 AM like a merciless judge. Mina’s head lolled against the wall where the last fan had left her—knees splayed wide, the plug still lodged in her ass twitching with residual vibrations, her cunt visibly clenching around nothing as translucent fluid seeped down her inner thighs. Across the hall, Sana’s limp body was sprawled face-down on the leather bench, her hair crusted with dried cum, one cheek pressed into a puddle of her own arousal, her gaping asshole glistening under the fluorescent lights. In the adjacent room, Momo lay curled on her side, her thighs streaked with overlapping handprints, her swollen lips parted around silent whimpers, her nipples still pebbled and oversensitive from relentless abuse.

The staff entered with clinical efficiency, their latex gloves snapping against wrists as they moved between the ruined idols. One rolled Momo onto her back with a grunt, her limbs flopping bonelessly—her usual athleticism reduced to trembling exhaustion. The blindfold was silk, but the nipple clamps were cold metal, biting down with unforgiving pressure the moment they pinched her flushed peaks. Momo’s back arched off the floor with a hoarse cry, her cunt gushing anew at the dual sting of pain-pleasure, but the staff member merely clicked their tongue and spread her legs wider. The dildo was thick, ribbed, already lubed with something that burned faintly at the edges—it sank into her oversensitive pussy with a wet squelch, her walls fluttering weakly around the intrusion. The butt plug followed, its tapered tip popping past her stretched rim with practiced ease, its flared base nestling snugly against her swollen flesh.

Sana didn’t stir when they flipped her onto her back, her arms sliding limply off the bench—only a faint, broken whimper escaped her throat as the blindfold covered her glassy eyes. The nipple clamps were heavier than Momo’s, weighted chains dangling between them that jingled softly when the staff adjusted her position. One hand pried her thighs apart, the other guiding the dildo—thicker, vibrating faintly—into her gaping entrance with a slow, relentless push. Sana’s breath hitched, her hips twitching involuntarily, but the staff held her down with impersonal precision. The butt plug was larger too, its bulbous head stretching her abused asshole obscenely wide before seating itself with a wet pop. A faint hum filled the room as both toys activated simultaneously, Sana’s body jerking like a marionette with its strings cut, her moan dissolving into staticky silence.

Mina was barely conscious when they reached her, her head lolling forward, chin slick with drool and old cum. The blindfold was silk, the nipple clamps lined with something that tingled—her back arched weakly as they clamped down, her swollen nipples throbbing under the sudden pressure. The dildo was cold, almost clinical, sliding into her with none of the brutality she’d come to crave—just efficient, impersonal fullness. The butt plug followed, its tapered tip breaching her with practiced ease, its base nestling snugly against her ruined rim. A switch flicked somewhere, and both toys pulsed to life in unison—Mina’s mouth fell open in a soundless scream, her thighs trembling, fresh slickness dripping down the insides of her thighs.

They dragged her upright, her legs jelly beneath her, and half-carried her to the grand stage where Momo and Sana already sat—knees spread obscenely wide, their blindfolded faces tilted toward the ceiling like penitent sinners. The spotlights were blinding, hot enough to sear, casting their wrung-out bodies in an almost holy glow. Mina was deposited between them, her thighs forced apart by rough hands, the cold metal of the chair biting into her oversensitive flesh. The audience was a sea of shadows beyond the lights, but she could feel their hunger like a physical weight—the air thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and something darker, sharper.

Applause erupted—ravenous, deafening—as the trio sat there, spent and stuffed full, their skin glistening under the lights with a grotesque sort of reverence. The dildos shifted inside them with every shuddering breath, the vibration settings just low enough to tease without mercy, and Mina’s cunt clenched involuntarily around hers, fresh slickness dripping onto the polished stage. Someone in the front row whistled—long and piercing—and Sana moaned, her hips jerking forward as if chasing the sound, her lips swollen from hours of abuse parting in a silent gasp.

A hush fell as the massive screen flickered to life overhead, bathing them in unnatural blue light. The CEO’s face appeared, his smile genial, almost paternal, as the text beneath him scrolled in bold strokes: *TO OUR BELOVED FANS—ENJOY OUR THREE SLUTS.* The roar that followed was animalistic, chairs screeching as bodies lunged forward, hands already reaching, unbuckling, stroking.

Two men broke free first—one with tattooed knuckles, the other smelling of stale cigarettes—converging on Momo with predatory focus. The tattooed one grabbed the chain between her nipple clamps, yanking hard enough to lift her off the seat as she cried out, her legs kicking uselessly. His companion wasted no time—fingers curling around the butt plug’s flared base, twisting brutally before yanking it free with a wet *pop* that echoed through the speakers. Momo’s scream dissolved into ragged panting, her asshole fluttering visibly around nothing as the man spat into his palm and shoved two fingers inside her gaping rim.

The dildo came next—slow at first, dragging against her swollen walls until the ribbed ridges caught on her inner ridges. Then, with a wet *schlick*, it slid free entirely, her cunt clenching around sudden emptiness.

Momo barely had time to gasp before the smoker shoved into her pussy—no foreplay, no mercy—his cock stretching her gaping hole in one brutal thrust. She arched off the chair, her scream drowned out by the tattooed man’s growl as he spat onto his cock and pressed it against her still-twitching asshole. The stretch burned—her rim flared white-hot around his girth—but her thighs shook with perverse excitement, her drenched cunt pulsing around the other man’s length as he bottomed out inside her.

Across the stage, Sana’s back arched violently as two men bracketed her—one gripping her hair, forcing her mouth onto his cock until her nose pressed flush against his pelvis, while the other lined up behind her, his thighs slapping against her ass as he slammed home. The vibrations from her abandoned plug still hummed against her clit, her pussy clenching around the newcomer’s cock with each ragged breath she managed around the thick shaft filling her throat. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with the spit pooling beneath her chin, her muffled moans vibrating around the cock fucking her  face.

Mina’s vision blurred as the first man seated himself fully inside her, his cock stretching her tender walls with a single, unrelenting thrust. She gasped, her fingers scrabbling against the cold metal arms of the chair, her thighs trembling as her body adjusted—only for the second cock to press against her already stuffed entrance. The intrusion burned, her pussy straining obscenely wide around the dual girth, her breath coming in short, ragged pants as they began moving in tandem. Every thrust forced a broken whimper from her lips, her cunt pulsing around them both, her clit throbbing with each brutal snap of their hips.

Beside her, Momo’s scream pitched higher—almost feral—as the tattooed man pistoned into her ass with ruthless precision, his fingers digging bruises into her hips. "I’ll—oh god—I’ll break," she sobbed, her thighs shaking violently, her cunt dripping around the smoker’s cock as he pounded into her with equal ferocity. The chains between her nipple clamps jingled wildly with each movement, her swollen peaks aching under the relentless pull, her body suspended between agony and ecstasy as they used her with abandon.

Mina's scream tore through the air like shattered glass—high, desperate, her voice cracking under the strain as her body stretched obscenely around the two cocks pistoning into her. "Ngh—ah—I'm splitting—!" she wailed, her thighs trembling violently, her cunt fluttering around the dual invasion with each brutal thrust. Across from her, Momo's cries were raw and animalistic, her back arched like a bowstring, her asshole clamping down around the tattooed man's cock as he snarled into her ear, "Break then, slut." The wet squelch of their fucking drowned out her sobs, her hole gaping wider with every withdrawal.

Sana's body convulsed first—a full-body spasm that rippled from her toes to her scalp, her thighs clamping around nothing as her throat worked furiously around the cock stuffing it. The vibration pulsed through her clit like an electric current, her pussy clenching uncontrollably around the cock buried inside it. Then Momo followed—her scream choked off as her cunt spasmed wildly, her asshole tightening like a vise around the tattooed man's girth, her juices gushing in hot, pulsing waves that splattered against the smoker's thighs. The tattooed man grunted, his hips stuttering as her clenching asshole milked him ruthlessly, his cock twitching inside her ruined rim.

Mina was last—her orgasm hit like a freight train, her vision whiting out as her body convulsed around the two cocks splitting her open. Her wetness erupted in a geyser, soaking their thighs, the chair, the stage beneath them—a hot, ceaseless flood that dripped onto the floor in thick rivulets. The men groaned in unison, their thrusts turning erratic, their cocks pulsing inside her as their releases spilled deep—one filling her womb, the other painting her pussy walls with thick ropes of cum. Sana's muffled scream vibrated around the cock in her throat as her own orgasm ripped through her, her body seizing as she squirted violently, her juices mixing with the mess already pooling beneath her chair.

The floodgates burst—Momo's asshole clenched around the tattooed man's cock as he came with a guttural roar, his cum flooding her rectum in hot, pulsing spurts. Sana's throat worked desperately around the cock pumping her mouth full, her nose pressed flush against his pelvis as he groaned, "Swallow it, bitch." Mina's cunt fluttered weakly around the softening cocks still buried inside her, her thighs trembling as another weak spurt of her own release dribbled down her thighs. The audience roared—a cacophony of applause and jeers—as the three idols sat there, ruined and dripping, their bodies still twitching with aftershocks. The curtain began to descend, but the men didn't pull out—just kept fucking them lazily through their orgasms, ensuring every last drop was spent.

The next round began before they could catch their breath—the blindfolds ripped away, the dildos yanked free with wet pops, the butt plugs clattering onto the stage. Momo blinked up at the ceiling, her vision swimming, her nipples still clamped and throbbing—then gasped as calloused hands flipped her onto all fours. The new cock pressed against her gaping asshole was hot, thick, already leaking precum—she barely had time to brace before it slammed home, stretching her abused rim wide with one brutal thrust. Behind her, Sana was already bent over a bench, her ass in the air, her cunt dripping onto the leather as another man lined up behind her—no toys this time, just raw, unforgiving flesh splitting her open.

Mina didn't even see the man who grabbed her—just felt the bite of his fingers digging into her hips as he dragged her backward onto his cock, her cunt stretching obscenely around his girth. No more silicone, no more vibrations—just pure, relentless friction as he fucked her with deep, punishing strokes. The difference was visceral—the heat of his skin, the way his balls slapped against her clit with every thrust, the primal grunts vibrating through his chest as he pounded into her. She came almost instantly, her back arching, her scream echoing through the hall—but he didn't slow, just gripped her tighter and kept fucking her through it, his cock pulsing inside her as if trying to brand her from the inside out.

The floodlights burned hotter, the air thick with sweat and sex—Momo's ass bounced with each brutal thrust, her cunt dripping onto the stage as the man behind her growled, "Take it deeper, whore." Sana's thighs quivered as another cock replaced the one in her mouth, her lips swollen and raw, her tongue lolling out obediently. Mina's vision blurred as her body was flipped onto her back, her legs hooked over the newcomer's shoulders—his cock sinking into her with a wet squelch, his thumb pressing down hard on her abused clit. The audience leaned forward, breathless, as the trio was used anew—no restraints, no toys, just flesh and force and the raw, animalistic truth of what they'd become.

Momo's scream ripped through the hall as a third man grabbed her hair, dragging her mouth onto his cock while the other two held her hips steady—her body stretched obscenely between them, her cunt and ass stuffed full, her throat bulging around the thick shaft. Sana's orgasm hit like a seizure—her back arched impossibly high as she came untouched, her juices gushing onto the leather bench beneath her, her asshole clenching around the cock buried inside it. Mina barely registered the sting of fingernails digging into her thighs—just the relentless piston of the man above her, his balls slapping against her ass with each thrust, his breath hot against her neck as he muttered, "Filthy little idol."

The floodlights flickered—or maybe it was her vision swimming—as the first wave of fans staggered back, their belts clinking as they buckled up. New hands grabbed Momo's hips before the previous cocks had even fully softened inside her—this set rougher, hungrier, reeking of liquor and sweat. One forced her onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head while his companion shoved into her gaping pussy without preamble—her cry drowned out by the wet slap of flesh against flesh. Across the room, Sana's mouth was wrenched open by gloved fingers—another cock plunging deep before she could catch her breath—while Mina's legs were hooked over a new stranger's shoulders, her freshly stuffed cunt stretching wider around his girth.

Blurred faces swapped in the strobe-lit haze—one man biting Mina's nipple as another fucked her raw, a different set of calloused hands spreading Sana's ass cheeks wider for a fresh invasion. The scent of sex grew thicker—stale cum, fresh sweat, the metallic tang of arousal gone feral. Momo's thighs trembled as a stranger's beard scraped her inner thighs, his tongue lapping at her oversensitive clit before his cock breached her again—no lube, just spit and her own slickness easing the way. Sana's muffled scream vibrated around another thick shaft as her asshole was stretched anew, the previous man's cum leaking down her thighs like a badge of dishonor.

The rhythm was ceaseless—no pause, no reprieve—just the wet slap of flesh and the guttural groans of men chasing their next release. Mina's cunt clenched instinctively around each new cock, her body trained now to take whatever was given—no hesitation, no resistance. Somewhere in the haze, she registered the wet sound of Momo being spit-roasted—the choked gags as Sana swallowed another load—but all she knew was the heat, the stretch, the glorious ruin of being used beyond thought. The next cock pressed against her lips before the last had even pulled out—her mouth opening obediently, her tongue already lapping at the salty pre-cum beading at the tip.

Sana's thighs trembled as the man behind her shifted angles, his cockhead grinding against that sweet spot inside her—her vision whiting out as another orgasm ripped through her with no warning, her juices drenching the bench beneath her shaking knees. The man didn't pause—just chuckled darkly and doubled his efforts, using her convulsing cunt to milk himself faster toward his own climax. Across the stage, Momo's voice had gone hoarse from screaming—her wrists raw where the ropes bit into her flesh, her legs spread obscenely wide as three men took turns filling her gaping holes, their releases mixing inside her until she dripped with their combined spend.

The air smelled like salt and sex and something primal—Mina's nostrils flared as another man dragged her hips back onto his cock, her asshole still loose from the last invasion but clenching tight around the new thickness spearing her open. Her drool pooled on the floor beneath her—her chin slick with spit and cum—but the only thought left in her shattered mind was *more*. Someone's fingers twisted in her hair, yanking her head back just in time for another hot spurt to paint her throat—her swallow reflexive, her tongue darting out to catch every drop before it could escape.

The stage lights burned brighter—or maybe it was just the fever creeping through her veins—but Mina barely noticed as her body was flipped again, her back arching off the cold floor as a new stranger mounted her with a growl. His cock slid home effortlessly—her cunt so well-used it welcomed him like an old lover—and when his teeth sank into her shoulder, her scream turned into a broken laugh. This was what she was made for. This was all she'd ever be. The realization sent her spiraling into another orgasm—her thighs clamping around his hips, her nails raking down his back—as the crowd's cheers drowned out everything but the wet, filthy sound of her undoing.

Sana's limbs had gone numb—or maybe she'd just forgotten how to feel anything but the brutal stretch of cock in every hole—but when the newest man wrapped a fist in her hair and forced her gaze toward the jumbotron, her stomach lurched. The screen showed her in grotesque close-up—her lips stretched obscenely around a stranger's shaft, her tears glistening under the lights, her throat bulging with each thrust. The humiliation should've broken her. Instead, her cunt pulsed violently, fresh slickness gushing down her thighs as the man behind her grunted, "Look at you, whore. This is all you're good for."

Momo's world narrowed to the bite of the cock in her ass and the hand fisting her hair—her spine bowed like a drawn bowstring, her breasts swaying obscenely with each brutal snap of hips. The man using her throat didn't care that she couldn't breathe—just fucked deeper when her vision started to gray—and the thought of passing out with their cocks still buried inside her sent a perverse thrill down her spine. She came again—her cunt fluttering around nothing, her asshole milking the stranger's length—and somewhere in the haze, she registered the hot flood of his release filling her rectum in thick pulses that left her trembling.

The clock ticked past 3AM, but no one cared—not when Mina was being bent over the armrest for another round, not when Sana's gaping holes were being stuffed anew, not when Momo's throat was convulsing around a fresh invasion. The audience leaned closer—ravenous, insatiable—their collective breath hitching as the CEO's message flashed again on-screen: *DON'T STOP UNTIL THEY FORGET THEIR OWN NAMES.* The men obeyed, their thrusts turning frenzied, their grips turning vicious—and when the idols' screams finally dissolved into wordless, animal sounds, the crowd roared their approval.

Sana's head snapped back as another orgasm ripped through her—her thighs clamping around nothing, her cunt pulsing violently—but the man behind her didn't slow. Just grabbed her hips tighter, his nails carving crescent moons into her flesh, and fucked her through it, growling, "You're not done yet, bitch." Momo barely registered the hot cum flooding her asshole—just gasped when the next man shoved past her slack lips, his cockhead nudging her uvula with every thrust. Mina's vision swam as yet another stranger flipped her onto her back—her legs hooked over his shoulders, her ruined cunt stretching obscenely wide—before he bottomed out inside her with a wet, meaty slap that echoed through the speakers.

The scent of sweat and sex hung thick in the air—Momo's thighs streaked with overlapping handprints, Sana's back arched like a bowstring under relentless hands, Mina's drool pooling beneath her bruised knees. The men moved with single-minded purpose—no gentleness, no hesitation—just the raw, primal rhythm of bodies using bodies. Someone's teeth scraped Sana's shoulder—someone else's fingers twisted Momo's nipple clamps—and when Mina's nails dug into the stranger's forearms, he merely chuckled darkly and pinned her wrists above her head, murmuring, "You'll take it, slut. You always do."

The floodlights flickered—or maybe it was just their consciousness fraying—but when the next wave of fans surged forward, the idols' bodies reacted instinctively. Momo's hips jerked to meet each thrust, Sana's tongue lolled out for another cock before the last had even pulled out, Mina's thighs trembled—not in resistance, but anticipation. The audience's cheers crescendoed as the trio was mounted anew—their bodies no longer their own, their voices long since broken—and somewhere in the haze, Mina realized she couldn't remember the last time she'd been touched without being fucked open. The thought sent another shudder through her—half-terror, half-thrill—as the stranger above her snarled, "Look at you. You were born for this."

Sana barely registered the cock in her throat anymore—just the dull ache of her jaw, the occasional scrape of teeth along her stretched lips—but when a second man grabbed her hair and wrenched her head back to face the jumbotron, the image seared itself into her retinas. Her blown pupils reflected the footage of her asshole gaping obscenely around another stranger's girth, her thighs sticky with layers of fluids. Behind her, a third man chuckled darkly and slid two fingers into her ruined pussy—her cunt clenching uselessly, too loose to grip—before withdrawing them slick and pressing them against her parted lips. She sucked obediently, her tongue swirling around his knuckles, her moan vibrating through his fingers as he spat, "Pathetic."

Mina's thighs trembled violently as another orgasm clawed its way through her—her cunt fluttering around the cock splitting her open—but the man fucking her didn't even pause. Just grabbed her hips tighter, his rings leaving crescent-shaped bruises in her flesh, and hissed, "Again." The command sent a jolt through her—her body responding before her mind could protest—and when his thumb found her clit, rubbing rough circles against the swollen bud, she shattered instantly. Her scream dissolved into wordless static, her back arching off the floor as her cunt convulsed around him, fresh slickness gushing between their joined bodies. He groaned—low and satisfied—his thrusts turning erratic before he bottomed out with a grunt, his release flooding her in hot, pulsing spurts that leaked past their union onto the stage.

Momo's world narrowed to the bite of the rope around her wrists and the cock pistoning into her ass—each thrust dragging against her swollen rim, the sting bordering on unbearable—but when the man in her mouth suddenly grabbed her throat and held, her vision whited out. Her scream was soundless—her lungs burning, her cunt clenching violently around nothing—and somewhere in the haze, she registered the wet slap of skin as the stranger behind her came, his spend flooding her rectum in thick, messy spurts. He didn't pull out—just kept fucking her through it, his cockhead nudging that tender spot inside her until her thighs shook with overwrought pleasure, her drool dripping onto the stage in a glistening trail.

The crowd's roar reached fever pitch as the trio was dragged upright—their bodies limp, their eyes glazed—and positioned back-to-back on a rotating platform. The floodlights burned hotter than ever, casting their debauched forms in a lurid glow as the first wave of audience volunteers climbed onto the stage. Hands grabbed at them immediately—squeezing bruised thighs, pinching oversensitive nipples, spreading their gaping holes for inspection—while somewhere in the din, a microphone crackled to life. "Who wants to break them first?" The answering cheer was deafening.

Mina barely had time to register the hands spreading her cheeks before the first cock breached her asshole—thick, unforgiving, stretching her already ruined rim with one brutal thrust. Her scream choked off as a second cock filled her pussy simultaneously—their lengths grinding together inside her—only for a third man to grab her hair and shove his shaft down her throat. The sensation was overwhelming—her body splitting open in three directions at once—her muscles fluttering uselessly around the triple invasion as the platform began to spin. Below her, Sana's muffled cries vibrated through the floor as she suffered the same treatment—her ass and pussy stuffed full while another cock pistoned into her mouth—her tears dripping onto the rotating stage beneath them.

Momo's vision tilted wildly as the platform turned—her balance obliterated by the cocks spearing her from both ends—her throat bulging obscenely around the third man's girth. The men didn't wait for her to adjust—just began fucking her in unison, their hips slapping against her bruised flesh in a wet, rhythmic chorus that drowned out everything but the sound of their grunts and her own ragged breathing. Somewhere in the dizzying spin, she caught a glimpse of Sana—her head thrown back, her lips stretched around another stranger's thickness—before the rotation dragged her out of view, leaving only the sensation of being split open on all fronts.

The floodlights blurred into streaks of white as the platform spun faster—Mina's thighs trembling violently around the cocks buried inside her, her drool pooling beneath her chin—until the only thing anchoring her to reality was the relentless stretch and burn of being used beyond capacity. Beneath her, Sana's body convulsed first—her back arching violently as another orgasm ripped through her—her cunt and ass clenching around the invaders in spastic pulses that sent fresh slickness dripping down their thighs. Momo followed seconds later—her scream muffled by the cock stuffing her throat—her muscles fluttering erratically around all three lengths as the men groaned in unison. Mina lasted longest, her body stubbornly resisting until the stranger in her ass angled his thrusts just right—then she shattered with a soundless sob, her vision whiting out as her cunt milked their cocks in helpless, pulsing spasms.

The audience roared louder—their cheers morphing into hungry jeers—as the idols' bodies finally began to falter. Momo's cunt clenched dryly around the next cock, her juices long since spent—her whimper audible only to the man fucking her throat as she struggled to accommodate. Sana's thighs shook violently when the stranger behind her pulled back—her asshole gaping obscenely—only for a fresh handful of cooling lube to be slathered over his shaft before driving back in. The sudden glide eased the burn momentarily—her gasp swallowed by the cock in her mouth—but when another orgasm tore through her, the wetness that spilled was thin, almost translucent—her body wrung dry.

Mina barely registered the cold lube dripping onto her swollen folds before two thick fingers spread it roughly inside her—her cunt twitching weakly at the intrusion—her muscles too exhausted to clench properly. The man above her growled something about "spoiled idols" before slathering his cock with another glob—the synthetic cherry scent cloying in the air—then shoved back inside her with a wet squelch that made the crowd whoop. Her thighs trembled—her hips jerking involuntarily—but the lube did its job—letting him piston into her with renewed ferocity despite her near-dryness. Somewhere in the haze, she registered the sticky pop of another tube being uncapped—heard Momo's choked sob as more was squeezed directly into her gaping asshole—then the world spun again as fresh hands grabbed her.

The scent of artificial strawberries mingled with sweat and sex—Sana's asshole stretched obscenely by another lubed cock—her body rocking limply with each thrust while Momo's dry cunt was pried open by slick fingers. Mina's vision blurred as a fresh wave of fans swarmed the stage—their hands clutching tubes and bottles—their laughter drowning out the idols' broken whimpers as they prepared to ruin them all over again. "No more—" Momo rasped—her voice shredded—but the man in her throat merely chuckled darkly and thrust deeper, murmuring, "You'll take it, slut. You always do." The floodlights burned hotter—the platform spun faster—and somewhere in the mess of limbs and lube and lust, the trio realized: this was only the beginning.

Their hair clung to their faces in thick, sticky strands—Mina's bangs plastered to her forehead with layers of drying cum—her tongue lolling out uselessly as another cockhead nudged her parted lips. Sana's once-pristine blonde locks were matted into dark ropes—her scalp stinging where hands had fisted them—her body jerking involuntarily as a stranger hilted himself in her ass with a wet slap. The men moved with practiced efficiency now—flipping Momo onto her belly—spreading her thighs wider—slathering her gaping holes with another handful of chilled lube that made her scream. The audience's cheers crescendoed as the idols' bodies gleamed under the lights—their skin slick with overlapping fluids—their limbs trembling not from resistance, but from the sheer impossibility of stopping.

The timer beeped once—a shrill sound cutting through the wet slap of flesh—and Mina barely registered the shifting light as the stagehands hauled the trio upright by their hair. Below them, the rotating platform shuddered to a halt—its surface streaked with mingled fluids—while Sana's knees buckled the second she was released. Momo's asshole puckered obscenely around nothing—the remnants of lube dripping down her quivering thighs—as a fan with tattooed knuckles grabbed her chin and growled, "Five minutes left, whores. Make 'em count." The idols' vacant eyes met briefly—their lips swollen, their bodies wrecked—before hands forced them onto hands and knees in a trembling row.

The first golden arc hit Momo's shoulder—hotter than she expected—her gasp muffled by the next stream splashing across Sana's trembling back. Mina flinched instinctively when the third jet hit her face—the sharp scent flooding her nostrils—her tongue darting out instinctively before she could stop herself. The crowd roared as the trio was drenched—liquid gold streaming down Momo's bruised breasts, pooling in the hollow of Sana's convulsing throat, dripping from Mina's parted lips onto her own trembling thighs. The fans moved methodically—circling them like predators—their streams crisscrossing until every inch of skin gleamed under the floodlights, until their hair hung heavy with warm rivulets, until the stage itself became a slippery reflection of their ruin.

Mina's whimper dissolved into a wet cough as another fan aimed directly at her parted lips—the bitter taste flooding her mouth—her throat working helplessly as she swallowed on instinct. Beside her, Sana's eyelashes fluttered wildly—the liquid stinging her eyes—her body jerking when a particularly forceful jet hit her oversensitive clit. Momo's shoulders shook—whether from sobs or exhaustion—as twin streams painted her back in intersecting lines, the heat seeping into the rope burns circling her wrists. The scent was overwhelming now—musky and thick—clinging to their skin like a second layer as the last fans stepped back, their laughter echoing through the speakers as the idols knelt in puddles of their own making.

1. Have a make-out session

Chaeyoung, her lips are truly amazing, and I think it would be super fun to have a makeout session with her because you can hold her in so many different positions given how fuckingl light she is.

2. Give you a handjob

Jeongyeon, expecting a full-on mommy type blowjob where she is super nice and teasing while giving me a handjob. "Come on, baby. You can hold on a little longer, for mommy can't you. You are a good boy, right? Good boys only cum with mommy's permission."

3. Give you a boobjob

Jihyo, this one is relatively obvious. Her tits are fucking heavenly. Getting a boobjob from her would send me straight to heaven. Similar to Jeongyeon, I would love it if she were in a super teasing mommy mood because holding on while being in between those soft tits would be so much harder.

4. Give you a blowjob

Dahyun, fucking her mouth would be amazing, just thinking about all the expressions she would make as she takes me in her mouth is so hot. especially her looking up at me while she has me inside her mouth. Would 100% die a happy death.

5. Grope, lick, and suck her boobs

Momo, similar to Jihyo, has an ungodly set of tits on her. What I wouldn't give to absolutely feel up her boobs and suck on them like there is no tomorrow. For some random reason, I personally think that Momo might have sensitive nips, which would make this even more fun for me because of all the moaning and squirming.

6. Finger, lick, and suck her pussy

Sana, eating her out would sound heavenly. Just imagine the amount of cute sounds she would make when I tease her and don't let her cum. She would be screaming in pleasure with her cute voice when I finally let her cum after all the edging I am about to do

7. Vaginal fuck

Nayeon, for some random reason, I personally think Nayeon would let you have the most passionate sex. She would be super loving and let me worship her body to any length. She loves being the center of attention, so when you finally give her all the attention she craves, she will be such an amazing girl to have sex with. She also 100% has some fat lips that would grip you like there is no tomorrow

8. Anal fuck

Tzuyu, just imagining her perfect thighs bouncing as I go to town on her would be absolutely perfect. I think she would be scared to try it out at first, but once we get in and she adjusts properly. I feel like she would get addicted to anal and I would absolutely love giving it ot her whenever she wants.

9. Do all of the above.

The last flashes of the camera still flickered in your vision as you stepped aside, watching the TWICE girls gather around the monitor to check the final shots. Their energy was infectious—chattering, laughing, half-teasing each other as they reviewed their poses. You tucked your hands into the pockets of your slacks, wearing that small, casual smile you didn’t even realize always lingered around them.

"Y/N, come here!" Dahyun called out brightly, beckoning you with a wiggle of her fingers. "You have to see this one. I think I’m finally mastering my 'mysterious' face."

You laughed, stepping up beside her. "Mysterious? You look like you're hiding a secret from the entire planet."

Dahyun gave a mock gasp, elbowing you lightly in the side, her white blazer crinkling with the movement. "That was the point!"

Nearby, Jeongyeon snorted. "No, no, Y/N’s right. You look like you just committed a crime." She nudged your arm conspiratorially. "See? This is why we need his feedback. He's brutally honest but still makes you feel good about it."

"It's a skill," you joked, tossing a wink at Jeongyeon, who exaggerated a swoon for comedic effect.

The easy banter continued. Sana joined, slipping an arm casually through yours, resting her head dramatically against your shoulder. "Y/N always makes everyone feel pretty. It’s unfair."

You glanced down at her, grinning. "You're acting like you need me to tell you that, Sana. You practically invented 'pretty.'"

She laughed, her hair brushing your arm. In the background, a faint click of heels echoed against the polished floors, almost drowned out by the voices around you.

You barely caught the flash of dark, observant eyes—Mina, a few feet away, standing almost perfectly still beside the drinks table, her fingers lightly curled around a bottled water she hadn’t opened. She said nothing, simply watching, her posture so elegant and composed that it blended into the white-and-gold decor of the studio.

You didn’t think much of it. Mina was always a little quieter after shoots, and you figured she was just letting the others have their moment. After all, the chemistry you had with them wasn’t anything romantic; it was warmth, familiarity—the kind of easy relationship that naturally bloomed after months of working together.

Still, you peeled away slightly from Sana, giving her a gentle pat on the hand before slipping free of her arm. You didn’t want anyone, especially Mina, thinking you were being careless.

"Alright, Miss Visual," you teased Dahyun instead, turning to her next. "Let’s see this masterpiece."

She showed you her favorite shot, her cheeks puffing out in faux seriousness as you studied it. You nodded thoughtfully, pursing your lips. "Honestly?" you said, making her lean in eagerly. "You look like you're planning world domination. But like, in a very fashionable way."

Dahyun burst out laughing, slapping your arm playfully. "I’ll take it! Queen behavior only!"

Chaeyoung wandered over, grabbing your sleeve. "Oppa, you gotta tell them I looked cooler, though," she demanded with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I had that 'don't mess with me' vibe."

You glanced at her shots, pretending to squint in deep examination. "Mmm... more like 'cute but pretending to be dangerous.' Like a kitten trying to growl."

"Yah!" she protested, whacking your arm as Tzuyu giggled behind her hand.

The laughter around you was natural, easy. You gave and received it without thought, radiating that casual affection you always carried—a warmth that had become part of who you were to them.

Still, somewhere at the back of your mind, you caught it—a feeling, a prickling on your skin. A gaze. It wasn’t hostile, but it was sharp. Heavy. Watching.

You turned your head just slightly. Mina hadn't moved. She hadn't smiled, hadn’t joined the circle. She merely stood there, her posture rigid yet graceful, her gaze lingering on you with something unreadable in its depths.

You lifted a hand slightly, giving her a small smile across the space. An invitation.

She didn’t return it. Instead, she took a small, deliberate sip from her water, set it back down with a soft click, and walked towards you, slow and composed like a ripple moving through still water.

The chatter around you didn't even falter. The girls kept laughing, arguing lightheartedly about whose photos were better. No one seemed to notice how Mina's eyes never left you.

She stopped close—closer than she usually would when others were around. Her voice was low, soft enough only for you to hear, but carrying a firm weight beneath it.

"Y/N," she said, her tone wrapped in velvet but unmistakably commanding. "We should go now."

You blinked, slightly caught off guard. "Already? I thought you wanted to—"

Mina’s hand brushed your wrist lightly, the briefest contact, but it silenced whatever you were about to say. There was no anger in her expression. No open jealousy. Mina wasn't the type to make a scene.

But her eyes—those deep, endless eyes—held something else entirely. A quiet decision. A possessive glint hidden behind her usual demure calm.

You swallowed down your protest. Something about the way she was looking at you... You knew better than to argue.

"Alright," you said quietly, flashing an apologetic glance at the rest of the group. "I’m heading out with Mina. Great job today, everyone."

They barely batted an eye, waving you off with playful goodbyes and last-minute jokes about working hard for the next shoot.

But as you stepped away, Mina stayed close—closer than normal, her presence a quiet tether between you. You didn’t even realize until you passed through the exit doors just how tightly your heart was pounding.

And Mina... Mina hadn't said another word. But somehow, you could feel the storm she was carefully, elegantly holding back.

The car door clicked shut behind you with a sound that felt too loud in the suffocating silence. Mina’s fingers curled around the steering wheel, her manicured nails—usually so pristine—digging just slightly into the leather. The engine purred to life, smooth and controlled, just like her.

You stole a glance at her profile. The streetlights flickered across her face as she pulled out of the parking garage, casting shadows over the sharp line of her jaw, the unreadable set of her lips. She hadn’t looked at you once since you got in.

Fuck.

You shifted in your seat, the weight of her silence pressing down on you. "Mina—"

"Seatbelt," she murmured, her voice soft but edged with something that made your stomach tighten.

You obeyed instantly, the click of the buckle sounding like a lock snapping into place.

The drive was agonizing. Mina navigated the streets with her usual grace, but there was a tension in her shoulders, a quiet restraint in the way her fingers flexed against the wheel every time you opened your mouth—then thought better of it.

You tried again. "You know I wasn’t—"

A red light. The car rolled to a stop. Mina finally turned her head, her dark eyes meeting yours with a slow, deliberate intensity that stole the breath from your lungs.

"Do I look like I want to talk right now?"

Her voice was silk wrapped around steel.

You swallowed hard. The air between you thickened, charged with something dangerous—something that coiled low in your gut and made your fingers twitch against your thighs.

Mina held your gaze for a heartbeat longer before turning back to the road, her lips parting just enough to let out a slow, controlled exhale.

The light turned green. She didn’t speak again.

But the way her thigh brushed against the gearshift—the way her skirt rode up just slightly, revealing the barest hint of toned skin—every tiny movement felt like a taunt. A promise.

The city lights blurred past the window as Mina drove in silence, her slender fingers tightening ever so slightly on the steering wheel. You watched the neon signs reflect in her dark eyes, those beautiful pools usually so warm but now cold as polished onyx.

Was it really about the joking around with the members? You replayed the moments in your head—Dahyun's playful elbow, Sana's arm linked with yours, Chaeyoung's whiny "Oppa." Nothing out of the ordinary. Just the usual easy camaraderie you'd built with all of them over time.

But Mina... Mina wasn't looking at you. Mina wasn't speaking. And Mina never shut you out like this unless something had really gotten under her skin.

"Was it Sana?" you finally ventured, keeping your voice low. "You know she just does that with everyone. It doesn't mean—"

The car jerked slightly as Mina pressed the accelerator a little too hard in response, her lips pressing into a thin line. You sucked in a sharp breath, gripping the seat.

Okay. Wrong move. You tried again, softer this time. "Baby..."

Mina's jaw tensed. A muscle feathered under her smooth skin. Still silent. You exhaled, sinking back into the seat. "I wasn't flirting. You know I'd never—"

"You don't decide what bothers me." Her voice was quiet, lethally calm, slicing through your excuses like a knife.

Your pulse spiked. There it was—the first real crack in her porcelain composure. And fuck if it didn't send a thrill straight down your spine.

Mina turned into the driveway of your shared apartment, the tires crunching over gravel. She killed the engine. Silence swallowed the car whole.

Then, slowly, she turned to face you. Her eyes were darker than you'd ever seen them. "Get inside," she murmured, her voice dripping with quiet authority. "Now."

The elevator ride up to your apartment was the longest thirty seconds of your life. Mina stood beside you, her arms crossed, the scent of her perfume—something expensive and floral—filling the small space. You could feel the heat of her gaze burning into the side of your face, but you didn’t dare look.

Instead, you muttered under your breath, eyes flickering upward as if heaven itself might intervene. “God, if you’re listening… save me from my goddess.”

Mina’s fingers twitched. The elevator dinged.

You shuffled out behind her, still whispering your desperate prayers. “Mina noona is gonna kill me… I swear I didn’t do anything wrong. Help. Please. I’m too young to die.”

Mina unlocked the door with deliberate slowness, her back still turned to you. But you could see the way her shoulders tensed—the way her grip on the doorknob tightened just a fraction.

She stepped inside. You hesitated in the doorway, gulping.

“Maybe… maybe I should sleep at a hotel tonight?” you tried, voice cracking.

Mina didn’t answer. She just turned, slowly, her eyes locking onto yours with terrifying precision.

Then, with a voice like velvet dipped in poison, she murmured:

“Close the door, Y/N.”

Oh. Fuck.

You stepped inside. The door clicked shut behind you. The door clicked shut behind you. And as Mina’s fingers curled into the front of your shirt, dragging you forward, you realized— Prayer wasn’t going to save you tonight.

Her hands shoved against your chest the second you crossed the threshold, sending you stumbling backward into the bedroom. The backs of your knees hit the edge of the mattress, and you barely had time to register the dangerous glint in Mina’s eyes before she turned on her heel and walked out. The door clicked shut with terrifying finality. "M-Mina—?"

No answer. Just the sound of her heels clicking down the hallway, fading into deliberate silence.

You sat there, pulse hammering, listening to the distant sounds of drawers opening, something metallic clinking, the rustle of fabric. Your imagination ran wild. "Oh god. Oh god. She’s getting the rope. She’s getting the cuffs. She’s definitely getting the—"

A soft thud from the other room cut off your mental spiral. Then—silence. Too much silence.

You swallowed dryly. "Noona…?"

Still nothing. The tension coiled tighter in your gut. And then— Click. The door swung open.

The air in the room thickened as Mina’s fingers trailed up the curve of her waist, unhooking the clasp of her blouse with deliberate slowness. The fabric parted, sliding down her shoulders before pooling at her feet. Your breath hitched—her skin glowed under the dim bedroom light, smooth and flawless, save for the faint blush creeping up her chest.

She didn’t speak. Just hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt, letting it drop with a whisper of fabric.

Black lace clung to her hips, the delicate straps framing the sinful dip of her waist. Her breasts—small, perky, perfectly shaped—strained against the sheer cups of her lingerie, nipples pebbled beneath the satin. And her ass… god, her ass. That tight, pert curve TWICE stans lost sleep over, barely contained by the scrap of lace riding up her thighs.

Mina smirked, noticing where your eyes lingered. “Eyes up here, sweet thing.”

Your gaze snapped to hers, heat flooding your cheeks. She took a step forward, the sharp click of her heels against hardwood making your pulse stutter. “Did I say you could look?”

Your throat went dry. “N-no, Noona.”

She hummed, circling you like a predator. “Naughty boy. Getting distracted already.” Her fingers brushed over your shoulder, nails grazing just enough to tease. “Pants. Off. Now.”

You fumbled with your belt, fingers trembling under her watchful gaze. The zipper sounded obscenely loud in the quiet room, your cock already straining against your briefs.

Mina’s lips curved. “Mm. Eager, aren’t we?” She tilted her head, trailing a finger down your bare chest. “But we’re not rushing tonight.” Her voice dropped, velvet and steel. “Hands on your thighs. Don’t move them unless I say.”

You obeyed, palms flattening against your legs, fingertips digging into your own skin to keep from touching her.

Mina stepped back, sinking onto the edge of the bed with effortless grace. She crossed her legs—slow, torturous—letting the lace ride higher up her thigh.

“Now,” she purred, “show me how badly you want me.” Her eyes flicked down to where your cock leaked against your stomach. “And remember… good boys don’t cum without permission.”

Her own hand slipped between her legs, fingers tracing lazy circles over the damp lace. Mina’s smile sharpened. “Stroke.”

And like a puppet on her string, you obeyed. Your fingers wrapped around your aching cock with a shaky exhale, the first slow stroke drawing a bead of pre-cum that glistened at the tip. The air between you and Mina felt electric—charged with something far more dangerous than anger. Possession.

Mina watched, her dark eyes tracking every twitch of your hand, every uneven breath that escaped your lips. Her own fingers moved in slow, teasing circles over the lace between her thighs, the fabric already damp with her arousal.

"Slower," she murmured, her voice a velvet command. "You don't get to rush this, my sweet sugar."

You bit your lip, forcing your grip to loosen, your strokes to drag out agonizingly slow. The sensation was maddening—every nerve in your body screamed for more, but Mina's gaze pinned you in place, her dominance a tangible weight in the room.

She let out a soft sigh, her head tilting back slightly as her fingers pressed harder against herself. "Good boy," she cooed, the praise sending a jolt straight to your cock. "Just like that. Show me how well you listen."

Your cheeks burned. There was something unbearably intimate about this—being laid bare under her watchful eyes, your pleasure entirely at her mercy. It wasn't just the physical act; it was the way she owned you in this moment, her jealousy morphing into something far more intoxicating.

Mina's breath hitched as she hooked a finger under the lace, pulling it aside to reveal glistening pink. "See what you do to me?" she whispered, her voice dripping with sinful sweetness. "All because you couldn't behave."

You whimpered, your hips twitching involuntarily.

"Ah-ah." Her free hand lifted, a single finger wagging in warning. "Did I say you could move?"

You froze, your cock throbbing in your grip.

Mina smiled—a slow, dangerous thing—before dragging her fingertip up her slit, gathering wetness and bringing it to her lips. "Mmm…" Her tongue darted out, tasting herself with a hum. "You want to know how you taste on me, naughty one?"

The question punched the air from your lungs.

She didn't wait for an answer.

"Then be good," she breathed, spreading her legs wider, her fingers working in slow, obscene circles. "And maybe—just maybe—I'll let you find out."

Your strokes stuttered, your entire body trembling with restraint.

Mina's laugh was soft, triumphant.

"That's it… suffer for me."

Mina’s fingers slowed against her own slick folds, her gaze sharpening as she watched you struggle to maintain the languid pace she demanded. Your cock—thick, veined, flushed deep red with desperation—twitched in your grip, pre-cum beading at the tip only to be smeared messily down your length with each torturously slow stroke.

“Look at you,” she cooed, her voice saccharine sweet even as her thighs squeezed tighter around her own hand. “My pretty, fair-skinned boy. Even your cock behaves so prettily for me.” Her free hand lifted, gesturing idly. “Tighter. Just at the base—yes, like that.”

You whimpered, your fingers obediently tightening where she instructed, the pressure bordering on painful. Your hips jerked instinctively, but a single raised brow from Mina froze you in place. Her smile turned venomous.

“Oh? Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” Her fingers abruptly stilled against her own wetness, her voice dropping into something darker. “Like how you didn’t notice me after the shoot?”

Your breath hitched.

“You made them laugh,” she continued, her tone deceptively light as she resumed circling her clit, slower now. “You let Sana cling to you. Let Dahyun demand your praise. Let Chaeyoung call you oppa like she has any right—” Her nail dug sharply into her own thigh, her breath catching before she steadied it. “But me? You barely glanced my way.”

You swallowed hard, your strokes faltering. “Mina, I didn’t—”

“Did I say you could stop?” Her voice cracked like a whip, her other hand slamming down onto the bed beside her. “Keep. Going.”

You hurried to obey, your cock aching from the uneven rhythm. Mina leaned forward, her lace-clad breasts swaying with the movement, her eyes locked onto yours. “You don’t divide your attention, Y/N.” Her thumb pressed hard against her clit, her breath hitching. “You don’t share what’s mine.”

The possessiveness in her voice sent a brutal throb through your length.

“Faster now,” she commanded, her own hips rolling into her hand. “Show me how much you regret it. Show me you know who you belong to.”

Your hand sped up, the slick sounds of your strokes filling the room alongside Mina’s soft, controlled gasps.

She watched you with half-lidded eyes, her lips parting around a moan she refused to let out. “G-good boy,” she managed, her thighs trembling. “Just—just like that. Mine.”

Mina's chest rose and fell with slow, controlled breaths as the last tremors of her climax faded. Her fingers, glistening with her release, lifted from between her thighs—her dark eyes pinned you in place before you could so much as blink. "Come here," she murmured, her voice honey-thick with satisfaction.

You hesitated, your hand still working your cock at the uneven pace she'd demanded. Mina's lips curled. "Did I say you could stop stroking?"

Your grip tightened reflexively, your thighs tensing as you shuffled forward on your knees, your free hand bracing against the bed for balance. Mina watched your struggle with quiet amusement, her damp fingers hovering just inches from your lips.

"Open," she commanded. You obeyed, your mouth parting around a shaky exhale.

Her fingers pressed against your tongue without warning—taste exploding across your senses, sweet and musky and undeniably hers. Your groan was muffled around her skin, your cock twitching violently in your grip as she dragged her fingertips deeper, until your lips brushed her knuckles.

"Suck," she breathed, her other hand tangling in your hair without mercy. "Clean them like the good boy you should have been today."

You hollowed your cheeks, your tongue lapping greedily at her digits, the salt-sharp tang of her arousal flooding your mouth. Mina's breath hitched, her grip tightening in your hair as she watched you through heavy-lidded eyes.

"Look at you," she mused, her voice dripping with mocking praise. "So eager to please me now. Where was this energy earlier, hm?" Her fingers thrust deeper abruptly, cutting off your air for one breathtaking second before pulling back just enough to let you gasp. "Pathetic."

Your eyes watered, your strokes faltering as her fingers fucked shallowly into your mouth.

Mina's smile turned razor-sharp. "Did I say you could slow down?" Her free hand snapped out, wrapping around your wrist to guide your pace back to the punishing rhythm she'd demanded. "You don't get to stop. Not until I say."

Pre-cum dripped from your tip onto the sheets below, your thighs trembling with the effort of holding back—of obeying.

Mina leaned in, her lips brushing your ear as she murmured: "Remember this taste the next time you think of ignoring me."

Then her fingers plunged back into your mouth, her hips rolling against nothing as she watched you choke around her.

Your hand was slick with sweat and pre-cum, your strokes ragged and uneven—desperate to keep up with Mina’s impossible demands. Every muscle in your body trembled with restraint, your cock swollen and throbbing, veins straining beneath feverish skin.

Mina watched you unravel with a predator’s patience, her fingers still tangled in your hair, her own arousal glistening on her parted lips.

Then—smack!

Her palm cracked against the back of your hand, knocking it away from your cock so hard your skin stung. You gasped, hips jerking forward into empty air, your entire body tightening like a coiled spring.

"Ah-ah," Mina tutted, her voice saccharine-sweet even as her fingers wrapped around your length in a ruthless grip. "You don’t get to decide when to touch yourself."

Her thumb swiped over your leaking tip, spreading the sticky mess down your shaft before she began stroking—hard, fast, no pity in her touch. Your vision blurred.

"Look at me," she demanded, her grip tightening near the base, squeezing just shy of too much. You forced your eyes open, meeting hers through the haze of pleasure-pain.

Mina’s lips curled. "You want to cum, don’t you?" Her other hand cupped your balls, weighing them in her palm before giving a warning press. "Beg for it."

You swallowed, your voice ragged. "P-please—"

"Please what?" she purred, twisting her wrist on the upstroke, her nails grazing just beneath your swollen head. You choked. "Please let me cum, Noona—fuck!"

Mina slowed her strokes abruptly, her thumb circling your slit in slow, torturous presses. "Mm… I don’t know," she mused, tilting her head. "Do you really deserve it?"

Your hips bucked into her fist, a broken whimper tearing from your throat. She laughed—soft, cruel—and leaned in, her breath hot against your ear. "Fine."

Her hand snapped tight around your shaft, stroking brutally, her pace relentless.

"Cum."

You shattered. Rope after rope of thick, pearly release painted her fingers, your hips jerking erratically as she milked you through the aftershocks, her grip unyielding even as your legs gave out beneath you.

Mina pulled back just enough to examine her glistening hand, her tongue darting out to taste the mess you’d made. "Good boy," she murmured, her voice softening—just a fraction.

Then she smeared the remnants across your lips, pressing in with her thumb until you tasted yourself. "Next time," she whispered, "you won’t make me wait."

Mina’s fingers trailed down your sweat-slicked chest, her touch featherlight yet commanding as she nudged you backward onto the mattress. The silk sheets clung to your overheated skin, still trembling from the brutal release she’d wrung out of you.

Her lips brushed your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Good boys don’t move,” she murmured, her voice laced with dark promise. “And you are going to be good for me now, aren’t you?”

You barely had time to nod before the cool glide of smooth fabric whispered against your eyelids—black silk, thick enough to plunge you into immediate darkness. Mina tied the blindfold snugly behind your head, her fingers lingering just a second longer than necessary before withdrawing.

Click.

A drawer slid open. The faint clink of glass, the rustle of something being uncapped. Then—silence. No warning.

Just the sudden, searing heat of slick fingers tracing down your chest—oil? Wax?—before something damp and freezing pressed against your nipple. “Hah—?!” Your back arched off the bed, the shock of cold stealing your breath.

Mina’s laugh was low, wicked. “That’s right,” she purred, dragging the ice cube in slow circles around your pebbled skin. “Every time you move, I add another.”

Your fists clenched in the sheets, your cock already twitching back to life despite the overstimulation. “Shh,” Mina soothed, her free hand trailing down your stomach—only to pinch your other nipple hard. “Be still. Let me play.”

The contrast was maddening. One nipple numb from cold, the other burning from her sharp nails, your hips straining not to buck as Mina’s teeth grazed your inner thigh.

“You’re doing so well,” she whispered, her breath hot against your straining cock before—another ice cube, this time dragged slowly up your length.

You choked on air. Mina’s tongue chased the melting trail, her lips scorching against the chilled skin. “Mmm… see how sweet you taste when you suffer for me?”

Then—without warning—her mouth closed around you, heat enveloping your throbbing cock as the last of the ice dripped onto the sheets.

The blindfold turned the world into a fever dream of sensation—Mina’s lips scorching where the ice had been, her teeth dragging just shy of too much, her nails digging crescent moons into your thighs. Every breath she took against your skin sent a tremble through you, every hum of approval vibrated straight down your cock.

Then—nothing. Her warmth vanished. You jerked instinctively.

SMACK!

Her palm came down hard on your inner thigh.

“Did I fucking say you could move?” Her voice was a whip-crack of dominance, no longer velvet—just raw, unfiltered command. The bed dipped as she straddled you, her lace-clad cunt pressing against your stomach, already dripping. “You think this is fun for me?” Her fingers twisted in your hair, wrenching your head back against the pillows. “Having to remind you who you belong to?”

Your breath came in shallow gasps. Mina leaned down, her lips brushing yours—so close, but not close enough to kiss. “Say it,” she snarled. “Say you’re mine.”

“Y-yours—”

“Louder.”

“I’m yours, Noona—fuck!”

Her hand wrapped around your throat, not tight enough to cut off air—just enough to own. “Damn right you are.” She ground down against your stomach, her wetness smearing across your skin. “And next time you even think about making me wait—her hips rolled, her clit dragging against you with a filthy grind, “—I won’t be this nice.”

The threat sent a shockwave straight to your cock, your hips bucking up on instinct. Mina’s laugh was dark. “Oh? You like that idea?” Her grip tightened. “You want me to ruin you for everyone else?”

You couldn’t even speak—just nodded desperately. She released your throat only to slap your cheek lightly, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Too bad.”

Her hand wrapped around your cock again, stroking with brutal efficiency. “You’ll take what I give you—” Squeeze at the base. “When I let you—” Twist of her wrist. “And you’ll thank me—” Her lips crashed onto yours, swallowing your groan as your back arched off the bed. “—for being so fucking patient with you.”

Mina’s fingers were relentless—stroking, squeezing, rewiring every nerve in your body until pleasure blurred into pain and back again. The blindfold made it worse, every touch amplified, every tease magnified. You couldn’t see her smirk, couldn’t anticipate the cruel twists of her wrist, the way she’d slow to featherlight touches just as you teetered on the edge. “Ngh—Mina, please—”

“Please what?” Her thumb swiped over your leaking tip, spreading the slickness down your shaft before her grip tightened near the base, cutting off your climax with ruthless precision. “You don’t get to beg yet.”

Your hips jerked, desperate for friction, but she pressed her free hand flat against your stomach, pinning you down. “Stay. Still.”

Her voice dripped with faux sweetness, but her touch was pure punishment. She dragged her nails up your inner thigh, just hard enough to sting, before wrapping her fingers around your cock again—tighter this time, her pace agonizingly slow.

“You’re so pretty like this,” she murmured, her breath hot against your ear. “All flushed and trembling. Fighting so hard to be good for me.” Her lips brushed your jaw. “But you’re not there yet, are you?”

You shook your head, your sweat-slicked skin sticking to the sheets beneath you.

Mina hummed, her thumb circling the swollen head of your cock, smearing pre-cum in slow, torturous circles. “I could keep you here forever,” she mused. “Right on the edge. Desperate. Mine.” Her fingers twisted on the upstroke. “Would you like that, sweet thing?”

You choked back a sob. She laughed—soft, melodic—and squeezed. “Too bad.” Her hand vanished entirely, leaving you aching, your cock twitching against empty air.

“Remember this,” she whispered, her nails trailing lightly up your chest as she shifted off the bed. “Next time you even think about ignoring me.”

The door creaked open again, pulling you from your trembling haze. Your cock twitched against your stomach, still painfully hard, still aching from her merciless edging. The silk blindfold clung to your damp skin, shutting out the world—until fingers hooked beneath the fabric, yanking it away in one sharp motion.

Light flooded your vision—blinding, disorienting. Mina loomed over you, her lips curled in a smirk, a bottle of lube dangling from her fingers.“Miss me?” she purred. You opened your mouth to answer, but she pressed a finger to your lips, silencing you.

“Ah-ah.” Her free hand grabbed your wrists, pulling them above your head before wrapping the blindfold around them in a tight knot. The silk dug into your skin, just shy of too much, anchoring you to the headboard. “No talking. Just taking.”

She uncapped the lube with a soft click, pouring a generous amount onto her fingers. The cool liquid dripped onto your chest, making you shiver as she dragged her slick fingers down your torso—slow, teasing, maddening.

“You’re going to watch,” she murmured, her other hand trailing down to her own soaked lace. “Watch what you could have had if you hadn’t made me wait.”

Her fingers slipped beneath the fabric, her breath hitching as she stroked herself in slow, deliberate circles. “See how wet you made me?” she gasped, lifting her fingers to your lips, glistening with her arousal. “Lick.”

You obeyed, your tongue lapping at her essence, the taste flooding your senses. Mina moaned, her hips rocking into her own touch. “Good boy,” she breathed. “Now watch as I fuck myself thinking of you—but not letting you have me.”

Her fingers moved faster, her thighs trembling, her eyes locked onto yours as she denied you everything—except the sight of her unraveling.

Mina’s fingers worked between her thighs with slow, deliberate strokes—her lace pushed aside, her glistening pink folds on full display as she circled her clit in tight, teasing motions. Her breath hitched, her hips rolling into her own touch, but her eyes never left yours.

“Look at you,” she cooed, her voice dripping with saccharine praise even as her fingers plunged deeper, fucking into herself with obscene wet sounds. “So good for me. So obedient.”

Your cock throbbed against your stomach, pre-cum beading at the tip, but you didn’t dare move. Not with your wrists bound above your head, not with Mina’s dark gaze pinning you in place.

She smirked, dragging her free hand up your chest, her nails scraping lightly over your nipples. “You want to touch me, don’t you?”

You swallowed hard, your voice rough with desperation. “Y-yes, Noona—”

“Too bad.” Her fingers curled inside herself, her back arching as she moaned. “You had your chance earlier. Now you just get to watch.”

Her pace quickened, her thighs trembling, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “F-fuck,” she whimpered, her walls fluttering around her fingers. “You see what you do to me? How wet I get just from owning you?”

You groaned, your hips twitching helplessly. “Mina, please—”

“Please what?” she taunted, slowing her movements to a torturous crawl. “Please let you fuck me? Please let you claim what’s already yours?” She leaned down, her lips brushing yours in a ghost of a kiss. “You should’ve taken me the second we got home.”

Her words sent a jolt straight to your cock, your restraint fraying. Mina pulled back, her fingers still working between her thighs, her voice a whisper. “But you didn’t.”

She pressed her slick fingers to your lips, forcing you to taste her. “So now you suffer.”

Mina’s legs trembled as she slowed the sinful drag of her fingers, her arousal glistening in the dim light. She exhaled sharply, her dark eyes studying you with a mix of dominance and something dangerously close to mercy.

“Tell me,” she murmured, her thumb brushing your lower lip, still wet from her taste. “What would you do for me right now?”

Your voice cracked. “Anything.”

A slow, wicked smile curled her lips. “Good answer.”

With deliberate precision, she reached behind your head, her fingers tugging at the silk binding your wrists. The fabric loosened, slipped free—your arms fell stiffly to your sides, blood rushing back into your fingertips. But before you could even think of moving, Mina’s palm flattened against your chest, pushing you back down.

“Ah-ah.” Her fingernails dug warningly into your skin. “You don’t move until I say.”

You nodded feverishly.

Mina shifted forward, her knees framing your shoulders as she hovered above your face. The scent of her—musky, sweet, undeniably hers—flooded your senses. Her fingers tangled in your hair, yanking your head up just enough to meet her heated gaze.

“Open.”

You obeyed instantly, your tongue darting out in anticipation.

Mina’s breath hitched. “Not yet.” Her grip tightened. “You don’t lick until I tell you to. You don’t suck unless I demand it.” Her free hand trailed down her stomach, fingers spreading her glistening folds right above your mouth. “You breathe me in. You take what I give you.”

A whimper escaped you—whether from desperation or worship, you weren’t sure. Mina’s smirk deepened. “Now.”

You dove in. The first lick was tentative—testing, reverent—but Mina’s hips jerked forward impatiently. “Harder.”You groaned against her, your tongue dragging up her slit in one firm stroke before circling her swollen clit.

“Y-yes—like that,” she gasped, her thighs squeezing around your head as you laved at her with slow, deliberate pressure. “But slower—make me feel it—”

You obeyed, dragging your tongue in torturous, wet strokes, reveling in the way her grip on your hair turned punishing.

Mina’s back arched, a broken moan tumbling from her lips. “F-fuck—right there—!” Your fingers dug into her thighs, holding her steady as you worshipped her the only way she’d allow.

The dichotomy was intoxicating—Mina’s stage persona, all elegant restraint and poised artistry, now reduced to trembling thighs and wrecked gasps above your tongue. Her public image was one of whispered elegance, the untouchable swan of TWICE… but this Mina? This Mina was fire and filth.

“Deeper,” she demanded, her fingers tightening in your hair as she ground down against your mouth. You groaned against her, your tongue plunging past her folds, fucking into her with slow, deliberate strokes. The taste of her—salt and sin—flooded your senses, her slick coating your lips, your chin.

Mina’s breath hitched, her hips rolling in time with your movements. “Y-yes—just like that—” Her voice wavered, the polished cadence of her idol tone cracking into something raw, hungry. “God, your tongue—fuck—”

The contrast made your cock throb against the sheets.

Her public smiles were measured, delicate. Now? Her lips parted around panting moans, her head thrown back as she rode your face with shameless need. “Slower,” she gasped, her thighs shaking. “Make it last—ngh—!”

You obeyed, dragging your tongue in torturous circles around her clit, savoring every twitch, every stifled cry. Her back arched, her nails scraping against your scalp as she teetered on the edge— Then yanked your head back with a snarl.

“I didn’t say you could make me cum,” she panted, her chest heaving, her eyes burning with possessive fury. “You already made me wait tonight. Now it’s your turn.”

Her thumb swiped over your slick-stained lips, smearing her essence across your mouth before pressing in—hard.

“Lick.”

You sucked her taste from her skin, your groan vibrating against her fingertips. Mina shuddered, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Good boy… now beg for the rest.”

Mina hovered above you, her thighs still framing your face, her arousal glistening under the dim glow of the bedside lamp. The air between you crackled—half-tension, half-desire—as she studied you with those dark, unreadable eyes. The same eyes that could command stadiums of fans with a single glance now pinned you in place, your pulse hammering under her scrutiny.

You parted your lips to speak, but she pressed a finger to them, silencing you before the words could form. "Ah-ah." Her voice was velvet wrapped around steel. "You don’t get to just ask. You beg." A shiver ran down your spine.

The Mina the world saw was all grace—gentle smiles, elegant gestures, the quiet charisma of TWICE's unshakable ice princess. But this Mina? The one who had you tied up moments ago, the one whose fingers had been knotted in your hair as she rode your tongue? This Mina owned you.

You swallowed hard, your voice dipping into something hushed, reverent. "Noona... please."

Her eyebrow arched. "Please what?"

Your gaze flickered downward—just for a second—but she caught it. A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. "Oh?" She tilted her head, her thumb brushing your lower lip. "You want more than I’m giving you?"

You nodded, your cheeks burning. Mina exhaled sharply through her nose, her fingers trailing down her own body, skimming over the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips. "Then ask properly," she murmured. "Or I walk away right now."

The threat sent a jolt through you. "W-wait—!" You reached for her, but she caught your wrist effortlessly, her grip tightening in warning."I—I want..." You hesitated, your throat dry.

Mina's eyes narrowed, impatient. You took a shaky breath. "I want to taste all of you." Her fingers stilled against your wrist.

"Everywhere," you continued, bolder now, your voice rough with want. "Not just your pussy. You." Your gaze flickered lower again, lingering on the curve of her ass—the same one that drove ONCEs wild on stage, the same one that had you biting your lip every time she turned away in those skin-tight stage outfits. "Let me worship you there, too."

Mina’s lips parted slightly.

"I promise," you added quickly, your fingers curling into the sheets, "I won’t even look at anyone else the way I look at you. Not Dahyun, not Sana—no one."

The room fell silent.

Mina studied you for a long moment before exhaling slowly. "Tch." She released your wrist, her nails dragging lightly over your palm as she pulled away. "You’re lucky I’m feeling generous tonight."

Then, with deliberate slowness, she turned—presenting the sinful curve of her back, the smooth expanse of her waist, the perfect swell of her—

Your breath caught. Mina glanced over her shoulder, her voice dropping into a whisper. "Well? Go on. Prove it."

Your hands trembled as they settled on the sinful curve of Mina’s ass—soft yet firm, the kind of perfection that made ONCEs lose their minds in fancams. But they only got to look.

You got to touch.

A reverent groan escaped you as your fingers kneaded into her flesh, savoring the way it yielded under your grip. Mina exhaled sharply, her back arching slightly, but she didn’t pull away.

“Mmm… that’s it,” she murmured, her voice dripping with approval. “Like you’re handling something precious.”

You swallowed hard, your thumbs brushing the crease where her cheeks met her thighs, teasing but not quite venturing further. Not yet.

Mina glanced over her shoulder, her dark eyes glinting with amusement. “Scared?”

“N-no,” you lied, your pulse hammering.

She smirked. “Liar.” Leaning forward slightly, she presented herself more fully, the roundness of her ass practically begging for your mouth. “Prove it.”

Your breath hitched. Then—you dove in. Your lips pressed against the swell of her right cheek first, kissing slow, open-mouthed trails down to the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mina’s breath stuttered, her fingers tightening in the sheets as you nipped lightly, leaving faint marks in your wake. “F-fuck—”

You grinned against her skin before dragging your tongue up the other side, worshipping every inch with deliberate slowness. The salt-sweet taste of her arousal still lingered, mixing with the faint musk of her skin, and you savored it—like she was your last meal.

Mina shuddered. “Y/N—”

You hummed in response, your hands spreading her cheeks apart, exposing her most forbidden hole. She tensed. You paused, your breath hot against her. “Noona…?”

A beat of silence. Then—“Do it.”

Your tongue swiped up in one firm stroke, laving over her tight rim before circling it slowly. Mina jolted, a broken gasp tearing from her lips. “Hah—!”

You did it again, this time pressing in, just enough to make her thighs tremble. “S-shit—” Her fingers twisted in your hair, yanking you closer. “More.”

You obeyed, your tongue fucking into her with slow, filthy strokes, your hands gripping her hips to keep her in place. Mina’s moans were unfiltered, her usual composure shattered as she ground back against your mouth. “Y-yes—right there—!”

You worshipped her like religion—because to you, she was. And when her legs finally gave out, her body collapsing onto the bed with a shuddering gasp, you followed—your lips still pressed to her skin, your devotion unshaken.

Mina turned onto her back, her chest heaving, her eyes dark with something between lust and awe. “You—” She swallowed hard. “You’re dangerous.”

You grinned, licking your lips. “Only for you, Noona.”

Mina's body was a temple—immaculate, revered, flawless. Every inch of her skin carried the faint scent of lavender and something uniquely her, a testament to her meticulous hygiene. And now, as she lay trembling beneath your worship, you were determined to defile her in the most reverent way possible.

Your fingers traced the curve of her ass, spreading her cheeks wider, exposing her tight, pink hole to the cool air of the room. Mina shuddered, her breath hitching as your thumb brushed over the sensitive rim, just teasing.

"Y/N—" Her voice was a warning, but the way her hips pressed back betrayed her desperation.

You smirked against her skin before leaning in, your tongue dragging a slow, wet stripe from her perineum all the way up to the base of her spine. Mina gasped, her fingers twisting in the sheets. "F-fuck—!"

You did it again, this time circling her rim with the very tip of your tongue, savoring the way her muscles fluttered under your touch. The taste was clean, faintly sweet—perfect.

Reaching for the bottle of sweet lube on the nightstand, you poured a generous amount onto your fingers, warming it between your palms before slicking it over her asshole. Mina whimpered at the sensation, the coolness of the lube contrasting with the heat of your breath.

"Relax," you murmured, pressing a kiss to the small of her back. "Let me take care of you."

Your tongue pressed flat against her hole, laving over it in broad, wet strokes before focusing on the tight ring of muscle. Mina's back arched off the bed, a broken moan tearing from her lips as you pushed inside, just enough to make her gasp.

"Oh god—!"

You groaned against her, the vibrations sending another shudder through her body. Your hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as you ate her out like a man starved—flicking, sucking, devouring every inch of her.

The sweet lube mixed with her natural flavor, creating an intoxicating blend that had your cock throbbing against the mattress. But you ignored it, focusing solely on her, on the way her thighs trembled, on the way her breath came in ragged gasps.

Mina's fingers twisted in your hair, yanking you closer. "D-deeper—please—!"

You obeyed, your tongue fucking into her with slow, deliberate strokes, your nose pressed against her ass cheek. The lewd squelch of the lube, the sharp slap of skin against skin as she ground back onto your face—it was filthy.

And it was heaven.

Mina's moans grew louder, more desperate, her body writhing under your touch. "Y/N—I can't—!"

You pulled back just enough to whisper against her skin, your voice rough with want.

"Yes, you can."

Then you sealed your lips around her rim and sucked.

Mina’s fingers knotted in your hair like a vice, her breath ragged as she forced your face deeper between her cheeks with a sharp, commanding tug.

"Mmmph—!?" Your moan vibrated against her rim, muffled by the sinful press of her ass against your lips, your nose buried in the crease of her thigh.

"That’s it," she panted, her voice dripping with dominance, her hips rolling back to grind against your tongue. "Take it. Take all of me."

The sweet lube made her skin slick under your palms as you gripped her waist, your fingers digging into the soft give of her flesh. Every desperate noise she made—every choked gasp, every shuddering whimper—only drove you deeper, your tongue spearing into her tight hole with relentless strokes.

Mina’s thighs trembled around your head, her back arching as she used your mouth, her control slipping back into place like a crown.

"You love this, don’t you?" she taunted, her voice a sultry rasp. "Being my good little pet, eating my ass like it’s your last meal?"

You groaned in response, the sound swallowed by her skin as she ground down harder.

"Answer me," she demanded, yanking your head back just enough to let you gasp for air.

"Y-yes, Noona—fuck, yes—"

"Good boy," she purred, before shoving your face back into her with a brutal snap of her hips. "Now clean me up."

Your tongue swirled around her rim, lapping up every trace of lube, every drop of her, your nose pressed so deep into her ass you could barely breathe.

And Mina?

She reveled in it—her moans filthy, her grip unrelenting, her dominance absolute.

"Mmm… just like that," she sighed, her voice syrupy with satisfaction. "Worship me right."

You obeyed. Because what else could you do?

Mina’s thighs quivered around your head, her breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps as your tongue worked her rim with precision—broad, flat strokes alternating with pointed flicks that made her toes curl into the sheets. The sweet lube had long since mixed with her own slickness, creating a sinful glaze over her skin that you lapped up greedily.

“F-fuck—right there—” Her fingers twisted in your hair, her hips canting back desperately, chasing the pleasure coiling tight in her gut. “Don’t you dare stop—”

You hummed against her, the vibrations wringing a broken moan from her lips.

You could feel it—the way her muscles fluttered around your tongue, the way her breath hitched with every drag of your lips. She was close.

Too close. And so—you pulled back.

Your tongue retreated with a final, teasing lick, your lips leaving her rim with an obscene pop. Mina froze. Silence. Then— “Y/N.”

Her voice was dangerous. You pressed a kiss to the small of her back, your hands smoothing over the curve of her ass in mock apology. “Yes, Noona?”

She turned—slowly—her eyes blazing with fury and need. “You little shit,” she hissed, her chest heaving.

You grinned up at her, your chin glistening with her taste. “You did say I had to worship you right.” You leaned in, nipping at her inner thigh. “I’m just… taking my time.”

Mina’s nails dug into your shoulders, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Finish what you started.”

You tilted your head, feigning innocence. “Or what?”

Her smile was lethal. “Or I’ll edge you for hours.”

… Well. Shit.

You ducked back between her thighs with a whimper. Mina’s laugh was triumphant.

The threat of Mina’s revenge coiled like a live wire in the air—hours of her merciless hands denying you release, her taunting voice reducing you to a whimpering mess. The memory alone sent a jolt of fear (or was it anticipation?) straight to your aching cock.

No. You knew better than to test her.

With a ragged exhale, you dove back between her thighs, your tongue laving over her neglected rim in one long, apologetic stroke. Mina’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening in your hair—warningly—but you didn’t hesitate this time.

You ate like a man starving.

Your lips sealed around her tight hole, sucking gently before fucking into her with firm, rhythmic strokes of your tongue. Mina’s hips jerked, a broken moan tumbling from her lips as you redoubled your efforts— "Ngh—fuck—!"

Her thighs trembled around your head, her heels digging into your back as you ruined her. The sweet lube mixed with the salt of her skin, the musky essence of her arousal, creating a flavor so hers you could’ve gotten drunk on it.

"Y-Y/N—I’m—" Her voice cracked, her body bowing off the bed as pleasure snapped tight in her core.

You doubled down—sucking, licking, devouring—until her grip on your hair turned punishing, until her moans dissolved into mindless whimpers, until—

"Cumming—!"

Mina’s back arched violently, her thighs clamping around your head as her orgasm ripped through her—silent at first, then shattering into a gasped cry you felt vibrate through her entire body. You rode it out, gentling your tongue to soft, coaxing strokes until she slumped bonelessly into the mattress, her chest heaving.

Silence. Then— A slow, dangerous chuckle. "Good boy," Mina purred, her fingers trailing lazily through your hair. "Now… let’s talk about your punishment for teasing me."

You scrambled back onto your knees, hands clasped in exaggerated supplication, eyes wide with theatrical remorse.

"Noona, please—I swear I’ll never edge you again! I’ll worship you like the goddess you are! I’ll—"

Mina’s fingertip pressed against your lips, silencing you mid-plea. Her other hand trailed down your chest, nails scraping lightly over your abs before wrapping around your throbbing cock in a grip that made your breath stutter.

"Cute," she murmured, her thumb swiping over your leaking tip, smearing pre-cum down your shaft. "But lies don’t suit you."

Her lips—those lips, the ones that drove ONCEs wild with every pout, every smirk—parted around a slow, taunting exhale, her breath ghosting over your wet skin. "M-Mina—"

"Ah-ah." Her tongue darted out, flicking the underside of your cockhead with infuriating lightness. "You don’t get to beg now."

Every nerve in your body screamed as she dragged her mouth lower, her lips brushing your balls before pulling away with a tch.

"So desperate," she mused, her fingers tightening just shy of painful. "All this mess… just for me?" You nodded frantically. Mina’s smirk was sin itself.

Her lips sealed around your tip, her tongue swirling in slow, torturous circles as she sucked just the barest inch of you into her mouth.

"Hhhngh—!" Your hips jerked instinctively, but her free hand slammed down on your thigh, pinning you in place.

"Mmhn~?" Her hum vibrated straight down your spine, her eyes fluttering shut as she savored the taste of you—taunting, toying, giving you nothing but the barest hint of heat.

And when you whimpered? She pulled off with a filthy pop, her lips glistening. "Oops."

Mina’s lips were maddening—soft, slick, and just tight enough to make your cock twitch in her grip, but never enough to give you what you craved. Every time you teetered on the edge, her mouth would retreat with a cruel pop, her tongue flicking over your slit just to watch you squirm.

"N-Noona—" Your voice cracked, your fingers twisting in the sheets. "Please—fuck—"

"Please what?" She dragged her tongue up your shaft, her breath hot against your throbbing skin. "You want me to finish you?" Her teeth grazed your tip, just shy of pain. "After how you teased me?"

You groaned, your hips bucking involuntarily—but Mina’s hand pressed down on your stomach, holding you in place. "Uh-uh." Her smirk was wicked. "You stay."

She took you deep, her lips sealing around your cock in one smooth glide, her tongue pressing just right against the underside. Your back arched off the bed, a strangled cry tearing from your throat as her head bobbed slowly, methodically, her fingers tightening around your base to deny you. "M-Mina—I can’t—"

She hummed, the vibrations shooting straight to your core, her pace agonizingly measured. You snapped.

One hand fisted in her hair, yanking her down until your cock hit the back of her throat—

GLRK~!

Mina’s eyes watered, her nose pressed flush against your stomach, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, her fingers dug into your thighs, her throat fluttering around you as you fucked into her mouth with ragged, desperate thrusts.

"F-fuck—sorry—" You panted, your grip loosening slightly—But Mina’s nails dug in, her gaze locking onto yours.

Don’t you dare stop.

So you didn’t. The wet schlck~ schlck~ of her lips, the choked gulp~ as she swallowed around you, the slap of skin against skin—it was filthy.

And it was heaven.

Mina’s moans vibrated through you, her lashes fluttering as she took every inch, her own pleasure written plainly in the way her thighs squeezed together.

You were so close—Then—She pulled off, her lips swollen, her chin glistening. "Not yet," she whispered, her thumb swiping over your leaking tip. "We’re not done."

The switch flipped in an instant—desperation overriding restraint, hunger eclipsing worship. Your fingers tangled deeper into Mina’s silken hair, guiding her back onto your cock with a guttural groan. “Take it,” you rasped, your hips rolling up to meet her lips. “All of it.”

Mina’s eyes flared—surprise, then challenge—before her lashes fluttered shut, her throat relaxing in surrender.

GLRK~!

The sound was filthy, her nose pressed flush against your pelvis as you bottomed out inside her mouth. Her lips stretched obscenely around your girth, spit pooling at the corners as you held her there, savoring the way her throat fluttered against your tip.

“F-fuck—” Your grip tightened, your thighs trembling as you dragged her back, then shoved in again—harder.

GULP~! SCHLORP~!

Mina’s fingers clawed at your thighs, her nails leaving half-moon indents, but she didn’t fight—just let you use her, her tongue lapping at your underside with every retreat.

“Look at you,” you panted, your voice rough with awe. “TWICE’s perfect princess—choking on my cock.” Her moan vibrated through you, her eyelids fluttering as drool dripped down her chin.

You fucked into her mouth with shallow, brutal thrusts, the wet slap of skin echoing in the room. Her throat clenched around you, her gag reflex overridden by sheer obedience, her tears smearing her mascara into dark streaks.

“Mina—” Your hips stuttered, your release coiling tight. “I’m gonna—fuck—”

She dug her nails in—hard. The slap of flesh, the gagged moans, the drip of spit onto her chest—it was too much.

You came with a snarl, your cock pulsing down her throat as she swallowed every drop, her lips sealed tight around you until you whimpered from oversensitivity.

Finally, she pulled off with a pop, her breath ragged, her lips ruined. “Good boy,” she croaked, her voice wrecked. And just like that—she was back in control.

The second you released her hair, Mina pounced—her knee slamming between your thighs, her palm flattening against your chest to pin you to the mattress. Her lips were swollen, her smudged mascara giving her a feral edge, but her eyes...

Her eyes burned with pure, unadulterated hunger. "You dared," she hissed, her nails scraping down your sternum. "You fucked my face like some animal."

Your breath hitched—part fear, part arousal—as she leaned in, her teeth grazing your jaw. "And now?" Her hand slipped between your legs, her fingers squeezing the base of your still-hard cock. "You’re going to repent."

Before you could utter a word, she spun, straddling your waist in one fluid motion—her back pressed to your chest, her ass grinding against your stomach. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her lace panties, yanking them down just enough to expose her drenched folds.

"You’ll take me like this," she commanded, her voice trembling with need. "No hands. No control. Just your cock buried inside me while I ride you like the brat you are."

Her hips lifted slightly, her free hand guiding your tip to her soaking entrance. "And Y/N?" She glanced over her shoulder, her smile dangerous. "You don’t get to come until I say so."

Then she sank down—

SCHLICK~

—taking every inch in one brutal slide, her walls clenching around you like a vise.

"F-FUCK—!" Your head slammed back into the pillows, your hips jerking up instinctively—

SMACK~!

Her palm cracked against your thigh. "Did I say you could move?"

You whined, your nails digging into the sheets. Mina laughed—a breathless, delighted sound—before rolling her hips in slow, agonizing circles, her inner walls milking you with every drag.

"Mmm... better," she purred, her ass pressing flush against your stomach. "Now watch—" Her fingers trailed down her own body, pinching her nipple through the lace of her bralette. "—as I ruin us both."

Mina’s back arched like a bowstring as she rolled her hips, her tight, dripping cunt stretching obscenely around your girth. The angle was brutal—her walls hugged every ridge, every vein, her inner muscles fluttering as she adjusted to the sheer size of you.

“Hah—!” Her breath hitched, her fingers digging into your thighs for balance as she lifted herself up—only to drop back down with a wet schlrrp~!

Your cock throbbed, your vision whiting out for a second at the sensation of her clenching around you. “F-fuck—Mina—”

“Quiet,” she panted, her voice trembling with exertion. “You don’t get to talk while I’m riding you.”

Her hips began to move in slow, grinding circles, the swollen head of your cock dragging against her sweet spot with every rotation.

Squelch~ Sqwelsh~

The lewd squelch of her arousal filled the room, her thighs trembling as she worked herself open on your length. Her lace bralette clung to her sweat-slicked skin, the fabric stretched taut over her bouncing tits as she chased her own pleasure.

You ached to touch her—to grip her waist, to help her move—but her earlier command burned in your mind.

Mina’s breath came in sharp, broken gasps as she bounced faster, her ass slapping against your thighs with every descent.

CLAP!—CLAP!—CLAP!

“Y-you feel that?” she moaned, her fingers twisting in the sheets. “How tight I am around you? How badly I’m milking your cock?”

You nodded frantically, your teeth sinking into your lower lip to stifle a groan.

Mina laughed—a breathless, wicked sound—before slamming down harder, her walls rippling around you in a way that made your toes curl.

“Good,” she purred. “Now remember it—because this is all you’re getting tonight.”

And with that, she leaned forward, her pace turning ruthless—her cunt squeezing you like a vice, her moans music to your ears.

You were so close—But her rule stood.

Mina’s thighs quaked as she rode you with desperate, uneven strokes—her earlier dominance fraying at the edges as her orgasm crested, her body burning with the need to break.

“Y-Y/N—!” Her voice was a wreck, her nails scoring your skin as she ground down, her swollen clit rubbing against your pelvis with every roll of her hips.

You ached to thrust up, to chase your own release—but you held still, your muscles trembling with restraint. “Please—” The word tore from her lips, raw and unfiltered, as her walls clenched around you in erratic pulses. “I—I can’t—!”

That was all the permission you needed.

Your hands—finally free—dug into her waist, yanking her down as you snapped your hips up, burying yourself to the hilt.

SCHLAP!—GLORP~!

Mina screamed, her back arching as her orgasm shattered through her—her cunt flooding around your cock, her thighs clamping around your sides as she shook apart.

“F-fuck—Mina—!” Your voice was strangled, your release coiling tight—

“Inside,” she gasped, her fingers fisting in your hair. “Fill me—now—!”

You obeyed. You pumped into her one last time—your cock pulsing as you emptied yourself deep into her clenching heat, ropes of cum spilling into her with every throb.

SPURT~ SPURT~

Mina whimpered, her body twitching as she milked you dry, her walls fluttering around your oversensitive length.

For a moment, there was only silence—the sound of ragged breathing, the drip of sweat onto the sheets, the stickiness between your bodies.

Then— Mina collapsed against your chest, her lips brushing your collarbone in a tired kiss. “...Good boy,” she murmured, her voice hoarse but satisfied

Mina’s fingers traced idle patterns on your sweat-slicked chest, her nails occasionally digging in just enough to remind you—she wasn’t done with you yet.

The room was thick with the scent of sex, the air still humming from the intensity of her climax, but her dark eyes held a chilling edge as they locked onto yours.

“So,” she began, her voice deceptively soft, “tell me again why you spent thirty minutes helping Sana with her dance steps yesterday?”

Your breath hitched. Oh. Oh fuck.

You’d thought she hadn’t noticed—or at least, hadn’t cared. But the way her thigh tensed against yours, the way her fingers twitched near your throat—

You’d fucked up.

“I—it was just practice,” you stammered, your pulse racing under her touch. “She asked for feedback, and I—”

“Feedback?” Mina’s laugh was icy, her knee pressing deliberately between your thighs. “Is that what we’re calling the way you stared at her ass in those shorts?”

Your mouth went dry. “N-no, Noona, I swear I wasn’t—”

“Liar.” Her hand slid down your stomach, her fingers wrapping around your half-hard cock with terrifying ease. “You think I didn’t see you? My sweet, obedient pet, drooling over another woman?”

Her grip tightened, her thumb swiping over your tip just hard enough to make you jolt. “M-Mina—”

“Quiet.” She leaned in, her lips brushing your ear. “You’re going to prove to me who you belong to. Every night. Until I believe you.”

Her teeth grazed your lobe—punishment and promise in one. “Starting now.”

The bottle of lube thumped against your chest, still cool from the air conditioning. Mina didn’t say a word—just arched a single, imperious brow before turning onto her hands and knees, presenting herself to you with a slow, deliberate sway of her hips.

You knew that ass. Worshipped that ass. The same one that had ONCEs screaming in fan calls, the same one that looked sinful in every stage outfit—tight, round, perfect. And now? Now it was yours, her cheeks spread just enough to reveal that tight, pink pucker, already glistening from the remnants of your earlier… attention.

Your cock twitched, still sensitive from your last orgasm, but you didn’t dare hesitate.

“N-Noona,” you stammered, fumbling with the cap of the lube. “You’re sure—?”

A smack echoed through the room—her palm cracking against her own ass cheek, leaving a faint red handprint in its wake. “Did I stutter?”

Message received.

You poured a generous amount onto your fingers, warming it between them before pressing gently against her hole. Mina hissed, her back arching, but she didn’t pull away—just pushed back, forcing your fingertip inside with a lewd pop~.

Tch—!

Her muscles clenched around you, burning hot and tight, and you had to bite back a groan.

“Fuck,” you breathed, working your finger in slow circles, feeling her flutter around you. “Noona, you’re—hnngh—so tight—”

“More,” she demanded, her voice strained. “Don’t coddle me.”

You obeyed, adding a second finger, scissoring her open with careful strokes. The squelch of lube, the way her body fought then yielded—it was maddening.

Mina’s breath came in sharp gasps, her fingers twisting in the sheets as you curled your fingers, searching—“Ah!” Her hips jerked, a shudder running through her. “T-there—!”

You grinned, hitting that spot again, ruthlessly, until her thighs trembled and her moans turned broken. “N-Noona,” you panted, crooking your fingers one last time before pulling them free with a wet sound. “You ready?”

Mina glanced over her shoulder, her eyes dark, her lips swollen from biting them. “Hurry up,” she ordered. “Before I change my mind.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. Lining yourself up, you pressed into her with a groan, her ass stretching around your cock in agonizing increments.

POP~ SCHLURK~

Mina choked, her nails scoring the sheets as you bottomed out, her walls clenching like a vice.

“F-fuck—!” you gasped, your vision whiting out for a second. “N-Noona, you’re—hnngh—killing me—”

“Good,” she panted, her voice shaking. “Now move.”

The moment your hips drew back, the schlorp~ of her overstretched rim clinging to your cock was obscenely loud—a wet, sticky protest as her body fought to keep you buried inside. Mina’s breath hitched, her fingers twisting into the sheets until her knuckles bleached white.

“Ngh—!”

You paused, your own thighs trembling from the effort of restraint. “Noona—?”

Her answer was a sharp snap of her hips backward, forcing you even deeper with a brutal glrk~ as her inner walls convulsed around your girth.

“Did I say stop?”

The challenge in her voice sent a jolt down your spine.

You obeyed.

Your next thrust was punishing, your pelvis meeting her ass with a smack~ that echoed off the walls. Mina’s back arched, her elbows buckling as her forehead pressed into the mattress, but she didn’t retreat—just took it, her body yielding to yours in a way that bordered on sacrilege.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

The rhythm was filthy, each snap of your hips punctuated by the squelch~ of lube and the ragged hitch of her breath. Her hole, once impossibly tight, now gaped around you with every withdrawal, her rim flushed a deep pink from the abuse.

“Look,” you growled, your fingers digging into the supple flesh of her ass, spreading her wider. “Look how open you are for me.”

Mina whined, the sound muffled by the sheets, but she didn’t protest—just pushed back harder, her body demanding more.

You gave it to her.

Your pace turned feral, your cock spearing into her with reckless abandon, the slap of skin drowning out her choked moans. Her insides were scorching, her muscles fluttering in erratic spasms as you ruined her, your tip brushing that spot with every thrust.

“F-fuck—!” Her voice was a wreck, her thighs quaking as she neared her edge. “Y/N—I’m—!”

You dug your thumbs into her cheeks, spreading her apart as you pulled out slowly, watching in awe as her gaped hole clung to your shaft, her rim pulsing around nothing before you slammed back in.

SCHLAP!—GLORP~!

Mina screamed, her body bowing as her orgasm ripped through her—her ass clenching viciously around you, her walls milking your cock in desperate pulses.

But you held back, your own release coiling tight but denied—just as she’d wanted.

“N-Noona,” you panted, your voice raw. “You—fuck—you okay?”

Mina’s response was a weak laugh, her body collapsing onto the mattress.

“Again,” she whispered.

Mina’s fingers clawed at the sheets, her breath coming in ragged gasps as you pounded into her with reckless abandon. Every snap of your hips sent her body lurching forward, only for her to push back against you with a desperate grind, her ass clenching around your cock like a vice.

“H-harder—” Her voice was a broken whimper, her thighs trembling as she arched her back, demanding more.

You obeyed.

Your hands dug into the soft flesh of her hips, your fingers bruising as you yanked her back onto your cock with a brutal thrust.

SMACK!—GLORP~!

Mina screamed, her nails scoring the mattress as her body jolted from the impact. Her rim, already stretched and flushed, gaped around your girth with every withdrawal, her hole pulsing as if begging for you to ruin her further.

“F-fuck—Noona—” Your voice was hoarse, your own thighs burning from the effort of keeping up with her relentless pace. “You’re—hnngh—killing me—”

“Good,” she hissed, her head turning just enough to glare at you over her shoulder. “You deserve it.”

Then—

Her hand shot back, her fingers digging into your thigh as she forced you to slow.

“But I decide how you take me,” she breathed, her voice dripping with dominance. “Understood?”

You nodded frantically, your cock throbbing inside her as she rolled her hips in slow, agonizing circles, her walls milking you with precision.

Squelch~ Sqwelsh~

The lewd sound of her dripping arousal mixed with the slick slide of your cock stretching her wide filled the room, her moans turning filthy as she tortured you both.

“M-Mina—”

“No,” she snapped, her fingers tightening around your thigh. “You don’t get to beg.”

Then—

She dropped forward onto her elbows, her ass rising higher, her gaped hole clenching around you as she glanced back with dark eyes.

“Fuck me like you mean it.”

And God help you—

You did.

Your hands gripped her waist, your hips snapping forward with brutal force, your cock spearing into her with punishing strokes.

THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!

Mina’s screams were music, her body quaking as you ruined her, her gaped hole fluttering around your length with every thrust.

Mina’s body was a masterpiece of ruin—her ass jiggling with every brutal smack of your hips, her rim stretched obscenely around your cock, glistening with lube and the faint sheen of sweat. The clench of her muscles was vicious, her inner walls rippling in sinful waves as she controlled the pace with nothing but the roll of her hips and the squeeze of her thighs.

"Slower," she hissed, her voice a whip-crack of command, her fingers digging into the sheets as she arched her back, forcing you to still.

You groaned, your cock twitching inside her as she tensed around you, her hole fluttering like a heartbeat.

"N-Noona—"

"Look," she breathed, her hand sliding back to spread herself wider, her thumb pressing against her own stretched rim. "Look what you do to me."

Fuck.

Her asshole was puffy, reddened from the relentless pounding, the tight ring of muscle gaping slightly as you pulled back, her insides glistening with lube and the faint drip of her own arousal. The sight alone was maddening—her ruin, her surrender, all under her command.

"You like this?" she taunted, her voice thick with power, her hips grinding in a slow, cruel circle. "Being used like this? Filling me up until I decide you can cum?"

Your whimper was answer enough.

Mina laughed—a dark, delighted sound—before slamming herself back onto you with a drawn moan.

SCHLAP!—GLORP~!

The wet squelch of her stretched hole taking every inch of you was filthy, her body yielding and resisting in equal measure as she rode you with punishing precision.

"Mine," she growled, her nails scoring your thigh as she pushed you deeper, her grip on your cock unrelenting. "Every fucking thrust—mine."

And God—

You obeyed.

Your hands gripped her waist, your hips snapping up to meet her brutal pace, your cock spearing into her clenching heat with desperate strokes.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

Mina’s moans were broken, her body quivering as she chased her own pleasure, her control slipping with every jolt of your cock against her walls.

Mina's breath came in sharp, fractured gasps—each ragged inhale hitching as your cock stretched her ass wider, deeper, carving a place inside her that no one else had ever touched. Her thighs trembled violently, sweat-slicked and trembling, as her body fought the pleasure, then surrendered to it with a choked whimper.

"Y-Y/N—!"

Her fingers clawed at the sheets, her spine arching as her orgasm loomed, an avalanche of sensation crashing through her with every brutal thrust.

"N-No—wait—!"

But you didn't stop.

Couldn't stop.

Your hands dug into her hips, forcing her back onto your cock with punishing precision, the slap of skin drowning out her broken pleas.

THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!

Mina's body locked—her ass clenching around you like a vise, her muscles fluttering in erratic spasms as her climax tore through her without mercy.

"F-FUCK—!"

Her scream was raw, unfiltered, her back arching off the bed as her body betrayed her—her thighs soaking the sheets beneath her, her cunt pulsing around nothing as she squirted in ragged, uncontrollable bursts.

SPLOOSH~! SPLATTER~!

The sound was filthy, her release gushing in sticky waves, her hole milking your cock with desperate greed even as she shook apart beneath you.

And still—

You fucked her through it.

Each jerk of your hips dragged another scream from her throat, her orgasm rippling endlessly as her body surrendered to the relentless invasion.

"S-stop—I c-can't—!" Her voice was a wreck, her thighs quivering as she collapsed forward, her face pressed into the mattress.

But her ass—God, her ass—

It held you like a claim, her rim fluttering around your shaft as if begging you to stay.

So you did.

Your pace slowed, but never stopped, your cock grinding into her with lethal precision until her moans dissolved into whimpers, her body limp beneath yours.

Only then—

Only then—

Did you finally still.

Mina breathed—a shaky, shattered exhale—before her fingers twitched weakly against the sheets.

"...Bastard," she whispered, her voice hoarse but satisfied.

Mina's thighs were still trembling from her explosive climax when she suddenly rolled onto her back, her dark eyes glazed yet commanding. Her fingers—still slick with sweat and lube—wrapped around the base of your cock in a vice-like grip, yanking you from her ruined ass with a wet schlorp~ that made you whimper.

"You've been good," she murmured, her voice hoarse but dripping with authority. "So I'll let you finish... my way."

Before you could process her words, her other hand fisted in your hair, dragging you down until your throbbing cock hovered just above her parted lips. Her breath—hot and uneven—fanned over your sensitive tip, her tongue darting out to flick at the precum beading there.

"N-Noona—"

"Quiet," she ordered, her nails digging into your scalp. "You don't get to speak when I'm about to taste your filth."

Then—

She opened wider, her lips sealing around your cockhead in one smooth motion, her tongue lapping at the underside with lethal precision.

GLRK~

You jolted, your hips bucking instinctively, but her grip on your hair tightened, forcing you still as she took you deeper, her throat fluttering around your length.

"M-Mpfh~!" Her nose wrinkled slightly at the taste—musky, bitter, hers—but she didn't pull away. Instead, her free hand cupped your balls, squeezing just enough to make you gasp.

"Cum," she demanded, her voice vibrating around your cock. "Half in my mouth... half on my face."

Fuck.

You obeyed.

With a guttural groan, you pumped into her mouth, your release surging in thick, pulsing ropes as she swallowed the first few spurts with greedy gulps.

GULP~ GULP~

But then—

Just as commanded—

You pulled back, your cock slapping against her cheek as the remaining load splattered across her face in glorious streaks—her forehead, her nose, her swollen lips.

SPLAT~ SPLURT~

Mina's eyes fluttered shut, her tongue darting out to catch a stray drop as it dripped down her chin.

"Messy boy," she chided, her voice thick with your cum. "But... good."

Then—

With a wicked smirk—

She licked her lips clean.

You collapsed onto the mattress, your body wrecked, your soul hollowed out by Mina’s relentless dominance. Your arms splayed out like a sinner begging for absolution, your chest rising and falling in ragged, uneven gasps.

"Dear God," you whispered into the ceiling, your voice hoarse. "If you get me through tonight without Mina murdering me, I swear I’ll never even glance at another woman. Not Sana’s hips, not Tzuyu’s legs, not even Jeongyeon’s stupidly attractive tomboy swagger—nothing. Just… please."

A soft click of the tongue cut through your prayer.

"Talking to God instead of me?"

Mina’s voice was lighter now—sweet, almost playful—but the threat still lingered beneath. You turned your head just enough to see her standing at the foot of the bed, a damp towel in hand, her face now meticulously cleaned of your earlier… offering.

She looked angelic.

Which was terrifying.

"N-Noona, I was just—"

"Hush." She climbed onto the bed, her movements graceful as ever, before dropping the towel onto your chest with a pat. "Clean yourself up. You’re sticky."

You obeyed immediately, wiping away the remnants of sweat, lube, and other things with trembling hands. Mina watched you, her dark eyes unreadable, until finally—

She sighed, her shoulders slumping as she crawled forward and collapsed onto your chest, her cheek pressing against your rapidly beating heart.

"...Idiot."

The word was soft, fond, her fingers tracing idle circles on your stomach.

You blinked.

"N-Noona…?"

"You do know I don’t actually think you’d cheat on me, right?" She tilted her head up, her nose scrunching in that adorable way that made your chest ache. "I just like reminding you who you belong to."

Your breath hitched.

"O-Oh."

"But," she continued, her voice dropping to a dangerous purr, "if you ever stare at Sana’s ass like that again, I will lock you in this bedroom and ride you until you forget your own name."

A beat.

"...Can I get that in writing?"

Mina pinched your side—hard—before burying her face in your neck with a grumbling laugh.

"Go to sleep, you pervert."

You let out an exasperated sigh, fingers threading through Mina’s hair as she nuzzled against your chest. The scent of her shampoo—something floral and expensive—mixed with the musk of sweat and sex still clinging to both of you.

“Noona,” you started, voice tinged with playful indignation, “I literally just adjusted Tzuyu’s dress strap today because it was slipping. And I held Sana’s jacket for three seconds while she fixed her in-ear. That’s it.”

Mina’s fingers, which had been tracing lazy patterns on your stomach, dug in slightly—just enough to make you jolt.

“Exactly,” she murmured, her voice a low, honeyed threat. “Your hands should be busy—just not with them.”

You groaned, tilting your head back against the pillow. “I was working—”

“And now,” she interrupted, propping herself up on one elbow to glare down at you, “you’re mine.”

Her free hand trailed down your chest, her nails scraping lightly over your skin before her fingers wrapped around your half-hard cock with terrifying ease.

You jolted, your hips twitching instinctively.

“N-Noona—!”

“After shoots,” she continued, her grip tightening just so, “your first priority is me. Not Jihyo’s mic check. Not Dahyun’s missing shoe. Not even God if He showed up asking for a fitting.”

Her thumb swiped over your tip, smearing the bead of precum that had already gathered there.

“Understood?”

Your breath hitched, your body burning under her touch despite the exhaustion weighing your limbs down.

“Y-Yes, Noona,” you stammered, your voice raw.

Mina hummed, her lips curving into a satisfied smirk before she released you, patting your thigh like you were a well-trained pet.

“Good.”

Then—

She collapsed back onto your chest, her fingers lacing with yours as she snuggled closer.

“Now sleep,” she ordered, her voice soft but final. “You’ll need your energy for tomorrow.”

And God help you—

You shivered, pulling her closer as your eyes fluttered shut.

Worth it.

Your fingers stilled in Mina’s hair, curiosity prickling at the back of your sleep-deprived mind. "Noona… what’s the plan for tomorrow?" you mumbled against her forehead, lips brushing her skin.

Mina’s lashes fluttered open, revealing those dark, dangerous eyes that always saw too much. A smirk curled at the corner of her swollen lips.

"‘Talk That Talk’ jacket shoot," she purred, her nails digging possessively into your hip. "Fishnet stockings. Corsets. Thigh-highs."

Your throat went dry.

Oh.

Oh fuck.

You’d seen the wardrobe previews. The stylists had outdone themselves this time—sinful lace, skimpy cutouts, outfits designed to make ONCEs lose their minds. And now you had to stand there, professional, while Mina—

"You’ll be good, won’t you?" Her voice was sweet, but her fingers traced your jawline with the threat of a guillotine. "No staring at Chaeyoung’s corset. No fixing Momo’s garter belt too slowly."

You swallowed hard.

"I—I’m working, Noona—"

"Exactly," she interrupted, her knee pressing between your thighs with lethal precision. "And if I catch you looking anywhere but my face during close-ups?"

Her free hand slid down your stomach, her fingers brushing over the sensitive skin just below your navel.

"I’ll ruin you in the dressing room," she whispered, her breath hot against your ear. "And this time? No one will hear you beg."

A shiver tore down your spine.

"Y-Yes, Noona," you choked out.

Mina hummed, satisfied, before nestling back into your chest.

"Good boy."

And as you lied there, staring at the ceiling, one thought circled your mind like a vulture—

You were so, so fucked tomorrow.

You knew better than to let Mina’s threat linger. With a slow, deliberate movement, you tilted her chin up, capturing her lips in a soft, lingering kiss. Her breath hitched—just slightly—before she melted against you, her fingers loosening their death grip on your hip.

"Mmhn~..." she murmured against your mouth, her lashes fluttering. "Cheap tactics."

You didn’t stop.

Your lips trailed down her jaw, nipping at the sensitive spot beneath her ear—the one that always made her shiver.

"Not cheap," you corrected, your voice a rough whisper. "Strategic."

Mina huffed, but her body arched into your touch, her earlier dominance wavering under the persistent press of your mouth.

"You think this’ll save you tomorrow?" she breathed, her nails scraping down your chest.

You grinned, kissing her again—deeper this time, your tongue swiping at her lower lip until she moaned into your mouth.

"Worth a shot," you mumbled, your hands squeezing her waist.

Mina sighed, her body sinking into yours with resigned pleasure.

"...Fine," she grumbled, her voice laced with fond irritation. "But if you breathe too long near Sana’s corset, I’m tying you to my dressing room chair."

You chuckled, pressing one last kiss to her forehead.

"Noted."

And as she snuggled closer, her breaths evening out against your skin, you smiled into the dark.

Victory.

The man was actually referring to the research he did on Tzuyu not on her entire career so far but instead, through the lewd and nsfw shots of her taken by the public posted in the darkest side of the internet. His screen was scattered by pictures and videos of Tzuyu with her perfect thighs, butt, and boobs as the highlight.

It was a fresh approach — though not entirely unfamiliar. TWICE had previously worked with Megan Thee Stallion on Strategy, but this time the collaboration would spotlight Tzuyu alone. The concept was to mirror that kind of global partnership for solo artists as well, and, just like before, the featured collaborator would be an international act.

Tzuyu fully embraced the idea, especially after discovering that her potential partner was a male artist — highly respected in the indie scene, yet still somewhat underrated. He seemed like the perfect match: someone whose unique style could complement hers while gaining broader recognition through the exposure to ONCEs and the global audience. With the proposal agreed upon internally, all that remained was to secure confirmation from the other artist’s side.

The next day, Division 3 reached out to the management of the foreign artist regarding the proposed collaboration. They introduced Tzuyu as a rising K-Pop soloist under JYPE and presented their reasons for choosing this particular artist. The management seemed impressed but explained that the proposal would need to be reviewed by their investors before any confirmation could be made.

Three days later, the division received a call from the same team. This time, they requested to speak with Tzuyu privately. Curious and hopeful, she agreed.

“Miss Tzuyu,” the voice on the other end began, polite but formal, “thank you for your patience. We had to conduct some background research first, and it’s clear you’re quite an accomplished artist — a member of TWICE, no less.”

“Yes, that’s correct,” Tzuyu replied warmly. “And I completely understand. It’s only natural to do a background check before committing to a collaboration.”

“Indeed,” the man said, his tone softening. “We appreciate your professionalism. I’m happy to tell you that our team is very interested in this partnership.”

Tzuyu smiled, relieved. “That’s wonderful news! I’m really looking forward to working together.”

The man hesitated. “However, there’s a condition our investors want to discuss. It’s a bit… unconventional, which is why I wanted to speak with you personally.”

Tzuyu’s excitement dimmed slightly. “I see. What kind of condition?”

“Tzuyu, while you show your talent with him, the producers or whatever you two will be with during the preparation of your album, I want you to entertain my own team as well… but it’ll be your body to use.” Tzuyu’s eyes blinked puzzledly. “The project is set unless you become our personal slut. You can do as many promotions, advertisements, more reaches, say it all and the money will be sent.”

One hand is on the phone while the other is being used to jerk his cock watching a slow-mo clip of her performance in Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show where her push-up bra did a magnificent job presenting her perky tits bouncing in every movement. His team is with him right now also in the same room, masturbating on their own device with their personal favorite Tzuyu fap item.

To their surprise where their expectation is contrast to Tzuyu’s initial response, she chuckled instead after hearing their arranged deal. The man stopped stroking his dick hearing her laugh in confusion. “How is she taking it?” His fellow businessman asked few seconds before he cums on the tissue laid on his lap.

“I don’t know, she laughed?”

“What?” The other man said. “I know its a pathetic offer but that’s still kinda offensive how she sees it as a joke.”

“Yeah if miraculously she could accept, I will literally break that fine shit.”

“O-okay? I will do everything for the success of my next solo and I think I can handle it so… yes, I’ll do it.”

“WAIT SHUT THE FUCK UP!” The lead investor paused his friend in a loud whisper, leaning the phone away from him after Tzuyu gave her answer. “She said yes!”

“Huh?! That quick? Oh, well. I guess I’m doing it then.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, I-I’m not new with cocks in my pussy since I have some toys here that accompany me but, I’m willing to try some real ones.” Tzuyu was slightly shy to admit to it. Her actual reason is because she’s aware of one thing that her company constantly lacks about: and that is everything that guy mentioned. She still blames the company for not getting any wins for her solo album last year due to the limitations and lack of effort in return.

“Well, that’s great to know… and unexpected. I’ll relay your response to the other investors. Okay, I’ll give you the time and place to meet us.”

“Noted that.”

“Alright, congratulations again Tzuyu and we’ll do our best to make your comeback a huge success.”

“Thank you so much! I’m so excited for it!” As the call ended, Tzuyu tensed a little both in anticipation and curiosity, wondering how far this new project of her will go by multitasking for the sake of a well-deserved recognition.

The next week, Tzuyu was told that the songwriters that are tasked to do some of her songs in the album officially began their drafts. That was a signal for the start of her album’s creation, which means that it is also time for her to fulfill her words to do her role as well.

She arrived in a yacht where the guards allowed her to enter after confirming her name. Upon entering, she was met by the man who is the lead investor she talked on the phone last time. “Glad to see you here, Tzuyu. Thank you again for accepting without any hesitation. Are you ready to have fun?”

She nodded and smiled sheepishly. The man then led her to a door of a room where as they stepped in, Tzuyu was greeted by 4 other men already naked, sitting in their own chair. Their cocks were long and thick, dangling on their crotch before they pointed at her presence.

Tzuyu can observe how they’re also excited for this to begin with. She gasped at the variety of each. She knows that there’s gonna be a full gangbang in works, she has never taken multiple cock at the same time, but Tzuyu knows this is gonna be a hell of a new experience to explore.

Her speechless state was used as a chance for the man to undress Tzuyu’s outfit. Her gray fitted shirt was lifted above her head and the sweatpants dropped down on the ankle. The men’s sharp lusting gazes went auto-focus on Tzuyu standing in the center for them, looking appetizing at her set of cream-colored bra and panties.

“Our personal slut is now here. Gentlemen, feel free to proceed using her.”

All men stood up and surrounded the young stunning Taiwanese K-Pop idol still unmoved as she waited for their attention. They didn’t hesitated for a hands-on inspection, roaming their hands around in every inch of her body. Some already taken possession of her face, forcefully kissing her and licking her cheeks.

The lead investor unclipped her bra, her bare chest is now served. The man who is beneath her took the initiative to dispatch her undies to reveal her little pussy afterwards. To not make themselves struggle enjoying her phenomenal body, they arranged the table in the room and made Tzuyu lay there like a feast for dinner.

“God, look at how perfect you are. Innocent face yet bearing a sexy body no man could resist.” The man who is standing on the level of her head cupped her face and stared at her visuals.

“I bet when they see you, not a thought would cross their minds as well that you’re actually a slut who easily says yes when she knows she’s getting cocks, aren’t you?” The man said, kneading her breasts as he also stared at Tzuyu.

“N-no. They have no clue at all.”

“You can have the freedom to drop that act with us. Girls at your age really has very active hormones, pretending not to be desperate for their pussy to be fucked, and you’re not an exception. Much better, you can get them all you can have with this body. Such a waste to be only spectated while you perform or attend some fancy events. ” The third man caressed her skin from waist down to her legs.

“Yes, i-it gets boring and disappointing sometimes. Please give them to me, I’m begging. I can take it!.”

“Sure you do, sweetheart. That’s why we believe in you! We’ll fuck you whenever you want, however you want, and wherever we want!.” Her pussy got poked and flicked by the 4th man.

“Ngghh I would love that. Use my holes, all at once, I don’t care!” She whined.

“Ohohoho, we definitely are. You’ll help us breed your fertile womb, drain our cum in your holes, and make you beg for more until you can't. Although, a natural cockslut never says never, right?”

To prove his point, Tzuyu grabbed the first man’s cock standing near her head and took it to her mouth. Her hands were then brought to two cock belonging to rich men on each sides of her while the remaining two took in-charge of her bottom.

A cock inserted to her pussy, her walls expanding across the limit of what her her toys can do to her. Her toes were coated by saliva, using it as a lube to have them stroke the fifth man’s cock. Every part of her body were given a solution to have their own purpose of satisfying their sexual needs.

Tzuyu’s blowjob went fast, and so does her pumps on the two other. As her pussy gets fucked hard, her body went shaking on the table, tits bouncing that effectively attracts the perverted men to feel how perky they are. Her nipples didn’t just got pinched for how stiff they are, they also latched their mouths to taste the needy buds.

Tzuyu received her first cum of the night from the one he’s blowing: the lead investor stuffing her mouth. The two on her hands also erupted their load on her skin, white slime forming a puddle on her midsection. Her pussy milked the fourth cock, kickstarting the breeding agenda by pushing the cum deep into her womb. Her slimy feet also made the fifth ejaculate to it.

Tzuyu is well-aware that these sex-craved men aren’t done and has lots in store for her. She is gonna stay here for an all-nighter sex with them, and hopefully her collaborator and the producers won’t noticed how drained she will be tomorrow. Stained and stuffed with cum, that’s just less than a half of what she’ll receive.

Her nude body was shifted for a new position they can think of. She was bred in double penetration and handjobs on a single doggystyle, spooning while sandwiched to two men ramming her pussy and ass simultaneously, a five-round thighjob as appreciation as well for the most famous part that fans always admire about her body.

The yacht was slightly rocking at how these men were fucking Tzuyu in full might. Not just in the room, Tzuyu’s holes never left their cocks around the yacht as she was taken around. Even the guards and the operator got a taste of the Taiwanese cuisine chosen to be devoured by the investors.

Tzuyu was fucked by the operator in a reverse sitting with her legs vertically raised on the driver’s seat while the investors rest to regain their energy. Her ass went red both from the spanks and the intensity of the two guards alternating it to use. She was never given a break, she literally went there to become a slut and now they making her act in accordance.

Her arms were hooked around the metal bars of the barricade on the second level of the yacht. Tzuyu was both shivering in cold air striking her skin and the pleasure she’s getting from having carried while she gets fucked. Even the floor of every area they place themselves for sex, had traces of cum from both Tzuyu and the men she gets paired with, playing her pussy to test how much of a squirter she is through their own techniques.

The sunrise came, Tzuyu’s eyes were almost droopy as she was about to leave this freakish reality. She gets railed from behind in a full nelson by the lead investor while the others were with them, awe-strucked at the gorgeous morning that’s about to grace this brand new day with their personal slut. As the sun came in full display, the man grunted his final load into Tzuyu’s depraved cunt.

“I’ll bring back her inside. Prepare some breakfast on me.”

Tzuyu collapsed on his arms, they all clapped as she finished her 8-hour session with them. Legs weakened, heavily breathing, Tzuyu’s fluttering eyes caught a glimpse of the men’s grin around the bright scenery of the ocean.

“You did it, Tzuyu. Very impressive of a first day, we’ll make sure your hardwork pays off by the end of this.” The lead investor whispered on her ear before Tzuyu fell asleep.

“What do you want, YN?”

“The usual.” You said before carrying Tzuyu downstairs and lay her on the bed, covering her with the sheets.

Few hours later, it was almost noon that Tzuyu woke up. This time, she found the men around her in their sleep. The yacht was now parked at the shore.

As she dressed up to her clothes, she saw you waking up as well. “You’re leaving now, I see.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Thanks again for today. I’m also sorry if we kinda exceeded our night that long. We sure still have to take care of you, you’ll be needed it once the recording and the rehearsals began.” You bowed your head to her.

“I appreciate the concern, sir. But like I said, I know how much I can take it.” She assured. “I… had fun.”

“Glad you do. If that’s how tough you are then I understand.” You patted her cheek. “See you next time, my superstar slut.” Your thumb then slid into her lips open for Tzuyu to suck.

With a loud pop, Tzuyu smirked seductively at you. She saw how hard you are again. It will be great to blow you again but contemplating, it’ll be better to let you save more cum for her instead.

“I’m one call away, daddy.” She gestured before exiting the yacht to go home.