Mavs

Yeah this is Haerin, my own daughter who get pregnant, by me, her own father. Officially by accident. She is only 18 years old but she is mine now.

I slid inside her, feeling her tight pussy wrap around my cock. Haerin moaned and dug her nails into my back, urging me to go deeper.

'Ahh daddy, just fuck me slower, for our baby safety" Haerin moans so loud

I began to thrust in and out of her, our bodies moving in perfect rhythm. Haerin's moans grew louder and more desperate, her hips meeting mine with each thrust.

I could feel myself getting close to orgasm, and I increased my pace. Haerin screamed as she came again, her pussy clenching around my cock.

I couldn't hold back any longer. I groaned and thrust deep inside her, filling her pussy with my cum. Haerin wrapped her legs around me and held me close, our bodies slick with sweat.

We lay there for a few moments, our breathing ragged. I rolled off Haerin and pulled her close, her head resting on my chest.

"I love you, Dad," Haerin whispered, her hand tracing circles on my chest.

One night, I was in the living room watching TV when Haerin walked in wearing nothing but a short silk robe. She sat down next to me, our legs touching. I felt a spark run through my body.

"Hey, Dad," she said, looking at me with her big brown eyes. "I've been feeling a little down lately. Do you think you could make me feel better?"

I looked at her, trying to hide my arousal. "Of course, Haerin. What's wrong?" I asked, putting my arm around her shoulders.

"I just need some attention," she said, leaning her head on my shoulder. "I need to feel desired."

I hesitated for a moment, but then I leaned in and kissed her on the lips. She kissed me back, and I could feel her body trembling with excitement.

"Dad, Please fuck me like you do to my mum" she whispered in my ear. "I want you to make me scream."

I was shocked. I didn't know Haerin felt this way about me. But I couldn't resist her. I picked her up and carried her to my bedroom.

We undressed each other slowly, taking in every inch of each other's bodies. Haerin's body was even more beautiful than I had imagined. Her small breasts were firm and perky, with dark nipples that were already hard. Her pussy was smooth and hairless, and I could see her wetness glistening in the light.

I kissed her deeply, our tongues intertwining. I could feel her hands exploring my body, squeezing my muscles. I reached down and started playing with her clit, making her moan with pleasure.

"Dad, I want you to fuck my throat, give this slutty throat your big cock" she said, looking up at me with a devilish smile.

I was hesitant at first, but Haerin insisted. She got on her knees and started sucking my cock, taking it all the way down her throat. I could feel her throat muscles contracting around my cock, and it felt amazing.

"You like that, Dad?" she asked, looking up at me with her big brown eyes.

"Yes, Haerin, I love it," I said, grabbing her hair and thrusting my cock deeper into her throat.

After a few minutes, I pulled out and turned Haerin around. I spread her ass cheeks and started licking her asshole, making her moan with pleasure.

"Dad, fuck my slutty ass," she said, looking back at me with a seductive smile.

I was hesitant at first, but Haerin insisted. She reached for the lube and handed it to me. I applied it to my cock and her asshole, and then slowly started pushing inside her.

"Ouch, yes," she moaned, as I entered her. "Deeper, ooh, deeper dad"

I started fucking her ass harder and faster, making her scream with pleasure. I could feel her muscles contracting around my cock, and it felt amazing.

"Faster, faaack me, give it to meee," she screamed, as I fucked her ass harder and harder.

After a few minutes, I could feel myself getting close to cumming. I pulled out and turned Haerin around. I started fucking her pussy, making her scream with pleasure.

"Yes, fuck, yes," she screamed, as I fucked her pussy harder and harder.

Finally, I couldn't hold it any longer. I pulled out and cummed all over Haerin's face and tits.

"Uuummm," she moaned, as she licked my cum off her fingers.

We lay there for a few minutes, catching our breath.

"Dad, that was amazing," Haerin said, looking at me with a satisfied smile.

First love.

It was beautiful and unforgettable. The feeling that Karina has felt during that night she will never forget with your father. A forbidden feeling between father and daughter.

Karina doesn't care what others think or the consequences that will happen if she continues to embrace those feelings. Everything felt right to her at that time.

But people say, first love never works.

***

"Oh, Daddy you fuck so good. Yes–like that, Daddy".

Your father and Karina are now in your sister's room with his hard shaft endlessly pounding down on her pussy hole.

Sweat drenched the bodies of the two of them.

Your father’s breath was no longer a rhythm but a hunt—a ragged, frantic searching that clawed at the silence between their collisions. Each exhale was a jagged piece of glass, scraping against the back of his throat as he pushed himself toward a breaking point that seemed to retreat with every desperate surge of his hips. He was chasing a peak that felt miles away, his chest heaving against Karina’s breasts with a frantic, suffocating urgency.

“Mmph... Daddy, I want cum,” Karina whimpered, her voice a fragile thread of sound that barely carried over the rhythmic, wet slapping of their bodies

"Cum for daddy, princess," your father groaned, the words vibrating against the shell of her ear, thick with a possessive hunger that bordered on desperation.

Your father didn't just thrust; he surged, his entire body locking as he drove his shaft deeper into her than he ever had before, pinning her against the mattress with the crushing weight of his desire.

The impact sent a jolt of electricity through Karina’s spine, her eyes rolling back as the friction hit a nerve that made her vision splinter into white sparks. She felt the sudden, violent expansion of your father filling every available millimeter of her womb, and the pressure became an unbearable, exquisite tension.

Then, the dam broke.

“I am cumming… “

A shuddering, guttural cry ripped from her throat as her inner walls clamped down in a rhythmic, suffocating grip, and a hot, torrential gush of fluid erupted from her, squirting beneath him in a sudden flood that soaked the sheets in a frantic, wet spray.

Karina was a dead weight beneath him, her breath coming in shallow, shuddering hitches, her body vibrating with the residue of a climax that had stripped her of all strength.

Yet, the rhythm didn't cease.

Your father’s hips continued to drive forward, relentless and mechanical, his cock sliding through the slick, flooding heat of her pussy with a heavy, wet thud that echoed in the small room. He wasn't looking for her pleasure anymore; he was riding the wave of her exhaustion, using the trembling grip of her inner walls to milk himself toward the edge.

She was too spent to push him away, too shattered to even moan, her only reaction a soft, broken whimper that was swallowed by the sound of his ragged breathing.

“Urggh…. “

Then, with a guttural snarl that sounded more like a predator than a parent, your father locked his arms around her, his fingers bruising the soft flesh of her waist. He surged one last time, burying himself to the hilt, and froze. A long, shuddering groan ripped from his chest as he spilled his heavy load deep into the depths of his daughter's hole, the hot, thick pulses of his seed filling her with a searing warmth that seemed to anchor her to the bed.

Your father didn't pull away immediately; he remained anchored within her, his chest heaving against hers in a synchronicity of exhaustion.He shifted his weight, leaning down to press a lingering, tender kiss against Karina’s damp forehead, his lips warm and soft against her flushed skin.

"I love you, princess," he murmured, his voice no longer a predator’s snarl but a soft, broken confession that sounded almost sacred in the quiet of the room.

A small, genuine smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, and she reached up, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw with a delicate, shaking reverence.

"I love you too, Dad," she whispered, the words landing like a seal on a contract neither of them intended to break.

The silence that followed their union was heavy, not with peace, but with a sudden, chilling void. Karina’s gaze drifted away from the ceiling, her eyes losing their luster as they fixed on a singular, peeling strip of wallpaper.

Your father shifted, the mattress creaking under his weight as he propped himself up on one elbow.

"What's wrong, my dear?" he asked, his voice a low, attentive murmur that vibrated with a genuine, protective concern.

Karina didn't answer immediately. She simply shook her head limply, the motion sluggish and devoid of conviction, as if the words she needed were too heavy to lift from her throat. She looked away from him, her shoulders sagging under the weight of a guilt that only arrived once the pleasure had receded.

His expression softened further, and he reached out, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheek with a tenderness that felt almost blasphemous given the act they had just shared.

"You can tell father, princess," he whispered, his tone sliding into a soothing, melodic cadence.

"This is about us," Karina whispered, her voice barely a tremor in the quiet of the room. She shifted beneath him, the slick friction of their parting skin sounding like a wet secret.

"I love you very much, Dad... even though the relationship between father and daughter is taboo, a sin... I don't care. I don't care about what people say."

She paused, her gaze flickering toward the closed bedroom door, as if the walls themselves were listening, "But I feel selfish. I'm selfish for not caring about Mom's feelings... or Eunhae's.”

"Shhh, calm down, princess," your father whispered, his voice dropping into a velvet register that seemed to vibrate through Karina’s very bones, "No one will get hurt. Do you understand? As long as we keep this our little secret, the world stays exactly as it is. No one has to suffer, because no one has to know.”

Karina’s eyes searched his eyes, the pupils still dilated from the heights of their shared delirium, but the fog was beginning to lift.

"Daddy..." she whispered, her voice fragile and thick with a sudden, piercing clarity. "I love you. I really do. More than I can even put into words."

A tear escaped the corner of her eye, carving a wet path through the flush of her cheek.

"But I feel like we're drowning in this. For a while... just until our minds are clear and the world stops spinning... Can we go back? Can we just be father and daughter, as usual?”

He didn't argue; he didn't try to seduce her back into the fray with the silver-tongued promises he used so effectively. Instead, he leaned forward and pressed a final, chaste kiss to her forehead, the gesture jarringly innocent compared to the ruined sheets beneath them.

"Okay, my dear," he whispered, his voice hollowed out, stripped of its predatory hunger. "If that is what you need to breathe again, then we will go back.”

***

"Since then we have tried to be father and daughter again".

Your jaw was almost cut off and you couldn't hide your surprise after hearing Karina's story which was more like a sin confession.

Karina’s gaze locked onto yours, her pupils trembling as tears spilled over, carving shimmering tracks through the residual flush of her cheeks.

"My love is real, Eunhae," she whispered, her voice a fragile thread that threatened to snap, "I tried to contain it. I tried to hold it back, to build walls around it and pretend that the hunger wasn't there, but I couldn't. The feeling just... it broke. It shattered everything until I couldn't think about anything else. All I knew, all I wanted, was to be with Dad."

Then, the softness in her eyes vanished. Her expression curdled, the vulnerability replaced by a sudden, searing flash of anger that made her spine stiffen.

"But..." she started, the word cutting through the air like a blade, her voice dropping an octave into a low, dangerous hiss.

"But what, Noona?" you asked, the question slipping out before you could check the curiosity.

Karina’s eyes didn't just flash; they ignited. The vulnerability that had made her seem fragile seconds ago vanished, replaced by a cold, jagged edge. She leaned in, her voice dropping into a low, dangerous hiss that seemed to vibrate the very floorboards beneath your feet.

"I still remember it," she spat, her nails digging into the fabric of her skirt. "Right there, at the moment I was ready to surrender everything—to admit that I couldn't leave those feelings behind and that I wanted to spend the rest of my life bound to him—that's when the floor fell out from under me."

She paused, a bitter, mocking smile curling her lips as a single tear escaped and traced a path down her flushed cheek.

"That's when I found out that Daddy was also cheating on me. With a young woman my own age. Not only Yujin, he had sex with other girls several times.”

A cold, familiar numbness settled in the pit of your stomach, the kind of hollow ache that makes you feel like you’re floating and sinking all at once. Watching Karina’s composure fracture was like looking into a mirrored version of your own wreckage. The betrayal wasn't just a story she was telling; it was a frequency you were both tuning into, a jagged chord of disappointment that resonated in the space between both of you.

Your hand found the slope of Karina’s shoulder, your fingers gripping the fabric of her blouse with a tentative, grounding pressure.

"Noona, I know that feeling," you murmured.

she looked at you, and the expression in her eyes wasn't just sadness—it was a profound, aching guilt that seemed to age her face in an instant. She let out a jagged breath, her gaze tracing the line of your jaw, the shape of your eyes, the familiar slope of your nose.

"No, Eunhae," she whispered, her voice fracturing. "It wasn't just the betrayal. It was the image. From the moment the disgust set in—from the second I realized Daddy was just a man who could lie—every time I saw his figure, I felt sick. I felt a physical nausea that wouldn't leave me."

She shuddered, her shoulders collapsing inward.

"And then I would look at you. You have his eyes. You have his walk. You look so much like him that the sight of you became a trigger for every ounce of hatred I felt for him. I saw his face in yours, and I took it out on you. I treated you badly, I was angry at you for no reason at all... just because you existed as a reminder of him."

She turned her head away, a fresh wave of tears spilling over. "I'm sorry. I am such a bad noona, Eunhae. I projected my wreckage onto you because it was easier than facing him.”

You reached out and pulled her into a hug, the fabric of her blouse damp against your cheek. Feeling the tension in her frame—a tight, coiled spring of guilt and grief—and you began to pat her back with a slow, rhythmic steadiness, hoping to ground her in the present.

"It's okay, Noona," you whispered, your voice thick with a sudden, clarifying empathy. "It's okay. I understand. None of this was my fault, and it wasn't yours either."

Before I could even draw a breath to respond, Karina’s voice sliced through the stillness, frantic and preemptive.

"You must think I'm crazy, right?" she asked, her eyes searching mine with a desperate, wide-eyed intensity. "An older sister falling in love with her younger brother... it's disgusting, isn't it? A twisted, sick joke of a feeling."

Your heart beats by confession from Karina, is this love? Is that all this time your feeling of loneliness is due to the loss of Karina's figure? What Is This Love? Then what about your mother, Eunbi?

You closed youreyes, letting the world dissolve into a heavy, velvet darkness. In that void, the images began to coalesce—not as memories, but as image.

First came the silhouette of Eunbi, the curve of her hips and the commanding presence of her warmth, a woman who had blurred the line between sanctuary and sin. Then, sliding in beside her, was the sharp, electric image of Karina, her gaze no longer freezing but burning with a desperate, reclaimed longing. They stood together in the theater of your mind, two pillars of forbidden desire, their arms open and their expressions welcoming, inviting you to step away from the wreckage of the world and sink into the sanctuary of their shared obsession.

"You probably hate me, don't you?" Karina whispered, the words barely escaping her lips, trembling with a vulnerability that made her seem smaller than she ever had. "You probably look at me and see someone broken, someone disgusting who can't even distinguish between the man who hurt her and the brother who—"

The sentence died in her throat, not because she stopped speaking, but because you stopped the air from leaving her lungs. You reached out as your hand cupping the back of her neck, and crashed my lips against hers.

Karina froze, her eyes widening into shimmering moons of shock, her body stiffening against you as if she expected the world to shatter around both of you. For a heartbeat, she was a statue of disbelief.

Then, a soft, broken sound escaped her throat—half-sob, half-sigh—and she melted.

Her arms wound around my neck with a sudden, desperate strength, pulling you closer until there was no air left between both of you. She returned the kiss with a hunger that mirrored my own, her tongue dancing against mine in a frantic, rhythmic desperation. In that moment, the labels of brother and sister dissolved like ash in the wind, replaced by a raw, primal connection that felt more honest than any truth we had ever spoken.

The kiss broke with a wet, lingering snap, leaving a trail of silver saliva connecting our lips for a fleeting second, "I love you too, Noona," you whispered, the words tasting of salt and adrenaline.

Karina’s eyes didn't just well up; they overflowed, the tears shimmering with a sudden, luminous joy that washed away the years of projected hatred and cold silence. She let out a sound that was half-laugh and half-sob, throwing her arms around your neck with a force that nearly knocked the wind from your lungs. Her kiss returned not as a question, but as a claim—fierce, desperate, and tasting of long-denied longing.

Driven by a primal instinct to possess every inch of her, you didn't break the kiss. Instead, you hooked your arms under her thighs and hoisted her upward, lifting her body off the floor in one fluid motion. Karina let out a muffled gasp of surprise against your lips, her legs instinctively snapping shut around your waist, locking me into her embrace.

With a slow, deliberate motion, You reached for the button of your trousers, your fingers trembling not from hesitation, but from a hunger that had finally found its target. As the fabric slid down your legs, the cool air of the room hit your skin, but the chill was instantly incinerated by the heat radiating from her. You stepped out of the heap of denim, standing before her completely exposed, Your body primed and pulsing, an offering laid bare to the woman who had spent years pretending she didn't want you.

"Noona," you murmured, your voice dropping into a low, territorial register that seemed to vibrate through the mattress. You leaned over her, your shadow engulfing her smaller frame, your eyes scanning the desperate hunger etched into her feathers, "I'm not going to play soft this time."

Karina’s breath hitched, her chest heaving as she looked up at you—not as the brother she had resented, but as the man who now held her entire world in his grip. A shiver of anticipation raced down her spine, her back arching instinctively toward you.

"Mmph... of course, Daddy!" she gasped, the word slipping out in a submissive, breathless rush that signaled her total surrender to your will.

Karina’s eyes widened, the pupils shrinking as if she had just been caught in a blinding spotlight. The submissive haze that had clouded her gaze evaporated instantly, replaced by a frantic, wide-eyed realization of what had just slipped past her lips. She clamped her mouth shut so hard her jaw practically locked, her breath hitching in a sudden, jagged rhythm.

You didn't move, staying poised over her, a slow, predatory smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth.

"Oh?" you murmured, your voice a low, vibrating hum that seemed to echo in the space between your colliding chests, "It seems someone is very obsessed with Daddy kinky."

Karina’s face flushed a deep, scorching crimson that spread from her collarbone up to the tips of her ears.

"It's not... it's not what you think, Eunhae!" she stammered, her voice an octave higher, the confidence of a moment ago replaced by a flustered, girlish desperation.

You didn't give her a chance to finish her stuttered excuse. In one fluid, violent motion, you reached down and gripped the hem of her tank top. With a sharp, guttural tug, the fabric shrieked, the cheap cotton giving way with a satisfying rip that echoed like a gunshot in the small room.

Your fingers hooked into the clasp of her bra, snapping it open with a clinical efficiency that spoke of a hunger long suppressed. As the lace fell away, her breasts spilled forward, heavy and trembling with the sudden chill of the room.

You didn't wait for her to adjust.

You lunged forward, your large hands closing around her soft mounds, squeezing them with a bruising, possessive intensity that forced a sharp, high-pitched moan from her throat.

You leaned down, your lips brushing against the shell of her ear, your breath hot and demanding. "I know you really like acting like a bad girl to Get Daddy's attention, don't you?" you murmured, your voice dripping with a dominant edge that left no room for denial.

"No..." Karina whimpered, the word barely a ghost of a sound as she shook her head, a futile attempt to maintain some shred of dignity. Her voice was thin, trembling with a fragility that contradicted the frantic way her hips were already arching toward you.

You dipped your head, your tongue swirling around the peak of her breast with a slow, agonizing deliberation before you clamped your lips over the nub, pulling it firmly between your teeth. Karina’s back snapped off the mattress, a sharp, guttural gasp ripping from her throat as a jolt of electricity surged from her chest to her core. You didn't let up, alternating between the wet, sliding heat of your tongue and the sharp, teasing pressure of your teeth, nibbling at the sensitive peak until she was writhing beneath you, her fingers clawing into the sheets.

"Please... Eunhae... ah!" she sobbed, her voice breaking as the pleasure became an overwhelming tide.

Your palms clamped down on her breasts, squeezing the soft flesh with a bruising intensity that forced the air from her lungs in a series of short, frantic hitches. You could feel her heart hammering against your chest, a trapped bird fighting to get out, as you leaned in, your voice a low, gravelly command that left no room for hesitation.

"No... no, no," you murmured, your lips grazing the sensitive peak you had just tortured. "You're not getting off that easily. Call me what, my bad girl? Tell me exactly who is taking care of you.”

Karina’s eyes were no longer those of a composed older sister; they were wide, shimmering pools of desperation, glazed with a hunger that had been starving for a lifetime.

"Daddy..." she whimpered, the word coming out as a shredded, breathless plea that vibrated through the air, "Please... please fuck me, Daddy. Please…”

A slow, triumphant smile spread across your face, the expression devoid of its usual hesitation. You shifted your weight, hoisting yourself up, your chest pressing firmly against the plush, trembling heat of her breasts.

With a dominant grace, you repositioned yourself, guiding your pulsing length upward until it hovered just inches from her parted lips, the tip of your cock nearly brushing her chin.

"Suck it," you commanded, your

"Suck it All! Show Daddy how much of a slutty little girl you've become. Do it right, and maybe I'll reward you by fucking that slutty pussy of yours until you can't remember your own name.”

Karina didn’t hesitate; the command seemed to act as a catalyst, snapping the last thread of her restraint. She lunged forward with a sudden, desperate urgency, her mouth opening wide to welcome you. As she leaned in, a thick string of saliva escaped her lips, glistening in the dim light of the room before she clamped her mouth around the crown of your length. The sensation was an immediate, jarring contrast—the wet, sliding heat of her mouth meeting the pulsing tension of your skin. She didn’t just take you; she explored you, her tongue swirling around the ridge with a slow, rhythmic deliberation, licking the length of you as if you were a delicacy she had been starving for her entire life.

When her soft, wet tongue flicked against the sensitive tip, it wasn't just a touch; it was a physical detonation. An electric shock surged from the point of contact, racing up your spine and making your toes curl against the linens. The friction was delicious, a searing blend of suction and velvet that threatened to pull the breath right out of your lungs. Karina groaned, the sound muffled by your girth, and she began to bob her head with a frantic, hungry rhythm, her eyes looking up at you through her lashes—wide, dilated, and brimming with a submission that felt earned.

"Urgh...your mouth is so amazing, Suck me like that!"

Karina pulled away with a slow, wet slurp, leaving your length glistening under a thick, silver coating of her saliva. She looked up at you, her eyes glazed with a mixture of lust and adoration, her breathing coming in short, ragged gasps. Without a word, she shifted her position, arching her back to create a deep, plush valley between her heavy breasts. With a trembling hand, she guided your pulsing cock into that warm crevice, the slick friction of her mucus acting as a natural lubricant as she pressed you deep into her softness.

Then, she clamped down.

With both hands, she pushed the two halves of her busty chest together, squeezing your length with a suffocating, supple pressure. The sensation was overwhelming—a crushing, velvet embrace that felt like being swallowed by a cloud of heat and silk. As you began to stroke yourself using the cushioning of her breasts, the friction was electric. Every upward slide felt like a massage from the inside out, her skin yielding and plush, while the downward press felt like a firm, possessive grip.

“Oh fuck… Your tits are so soft on Daddy's cock, princess".

You groaned, your hips twitching involuntarily as the sheer softness of her breasts worked in tandem with the slickness of her saliva, creating a rhythmic, sliding heat that threatened to push you over the edge.

Every slide against the heavy, yielding curves of her chest felt like a slow descent into a fever dream, the slickness of her saliva turning the sensation into something fluid and hypnotic.

You wanted to drown in that softness, to let the world outside this room cease to exist while you was enveloped by her. But the hunger in your gut had shifted; the superficial heat of her skin was no longer enough. You needed the crushing, wet pressure of her core, the place where her submission turned from a whisper into a scream.

With a low, guttural groan, you withdrew your length from the velvet vice of her breasts, the sudden loss of warmth leaving a stinging void that I hurried to fill.

You didn't give her a moment to breathe.

Reaching down, you gripped the waistband of her skirt and the thin, precarious strip of her lacy panties in one motion. With a sharp, authoritative yank, you peeled the fabric away from her hips, stripping her bare in a single, sweeping motion that left her exposed and trembling.

A thick, translucent sheen of arousal had already soaked through the inner curve of her thighs, the nectar of her desire dripping slow and heavy onto the sheets. She wasn't just ready; she was overflowing.

You leaned over her, the heat radiating off her body in waves that blurred your vision. "Someone seems to be wet," you murmured, your voice a low, predatory vibration that seemed to ripple through the air.

Karina’s gaze wavered, her eyes searching the ceiling as if looking for a lost piece of herself before they snapped back to yours. She swallowed hard, her throat working as she shifted beneath you, the friction of her damp thighs against the sheets making a soft, wet sound.

"Can I... can I not call you 'Daddy'?" she whispered, the question tentative, almost fragile.

"Why?" the word left your lips as a low, questioning rumble.

Karina’s eyes searched yours, and for the first time, the frantic hunger was tempered by a sudden, profound clarity. She reached up, her fingertips grazing your cheek with a tenderness that felt almost sacred.

"Because I don’t want to be a ghost of someone else's wreckage," she whispered, her voice steadying, "I want to erase his figure from my mind".

"Of course, Noona," you murmured, the word feeling like a vow as you looked down at her. "Are you ready?"

She simply nodded, a small, frantic movement that sent a stray lock of hair clinging to her damp cheek. You shifted, positioning the crown of your pulsing length against the soaking wet heat of her entrance. With a slow, deliberate pressure, you pushed forward, sliding the tip of your cock past the velvet curtains of her folds.

Karina let out a broken, airy moan that seemed to echo from the very depths of her soul. It wasn't just the sudden intrusion of flesh meeting flesh; it was the homecoming.

As you pushed deeper, stretching her open, she felt the familiar architecture of your body—the brother she had watched grow, the boy she had once protected, and the man who was now claiming her. The friction was an electric current, bridging the gap between the innocent love of their childhood and the forbidden hunger of their adulthood.

When you pushed forward, the tight, wet ring of her entrance yielded with a reluctant, sliding resistance, gripping your length with a desperate, pulsing hunger. Inch by inch, you claimed her, the sensation of her internal walls molding themselves to your shape feeling like a puzzle finally clicking into place. Karina’s breath hitched, her body stiffening for a split second as the sheer girth of you began to stretch her, filling the void she hadn’t even known existed until this moment.

"Urgh... your cock fills me so well, Eunhae," she gasped, the words breaking apart as her head fell back into the pillow.

"The hole is still tight as usual, Noona," you murmured, the words vibrating against her skin as you finally drove yourself home, burying your length to the hilt. The sensation was a visceral shock—a searing, velvet grip that seemed to want to swallow you whole.

You didn't give her a moment to recover from the initial stretch, immediately shifting your weight and beginning to pound into her with a rhythmic, uncompromising force. Each thrust was a heavy, wet collision that echoed through the quiet of the room, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh punctuating the air like a heartbeat.

Karina’s response was instantaneous; her voice, once a fragile whisper, escalated into a series of loud, uncontrolled moans that climbed higher with every plunge. She wasn't just receiving you; she was craving the impact. Every time you bottomed out, her vaginal walls clamped down on your length with a desperate, pulsing intensity, as if her body were trying to fuse itself to yours, refusing to let a single millimeter of skin slide away without a fight.

Reaching down, you hooked your arms under her armpits and hoisted her upward, shifting your position until you were sitting upright against the headboard. You pulled her onto your lap, her legs wrapping around your waist in a desperate, locking grip. In this new orientation, gravity became your ally. With every downward sink, the angle changed, allowing you to bypass the shallow resistance and drive your length upward, piercing the very ceiling of her pleasure.

Karina let out a strangled, high-pitched cry as she felt the shift.

The depth was staggering, a blunt-force intimacy that seemed to touch her soul. She began to ride you with a frantic, undulating rhythm, her spine arching like a bow as she impaled herself onto you over and over. Her breasts swayed violently with the motion, the heavy curves slapping against your chest in a rhythmic, wet percussion.

"Oh... Eunhae," she sobbed, her voice thick with a cocktail of relief and raw lust, "I love you... my little brother... I love you so much!”

"I love you too, Noona," you murmured, the words vibrating against the sensitive column of her neck.

You didn't just speak the words; you sealed them with a kiss that tasted of desperation and liberation, your tongue sweeping across her lips to capture the ragged gasps of her breath.

The friction was no longer just physical; it was an erasure of every boundary they had ever known.

Karina’s grip on your shoulders tightened, her nails digging into your skin as she hit the precipice. You could feel it happening—the sudden, violent narrowing of her walls, clamping down on your length with a pressure that was almost bruising. She let out a loud, shattering moan that tore through the silence of the room, her head snapping back as the tension finally broke.

A sudden, hot surge of fluid erupted from her core, spraying against your shaft in a rhythmic, pulsing torrent that slicked everything in a shimmering, translucent heat.

"Hosh...you're so amazing, Eunhae", you chuckled.

"Can we continue, because I haven't cum yet, Noona?" Karina saw your still erect cock, then snorted, "okay, but let Noona take a moment, it's still sensitive."

For several long minutes, you simply watched her—the way her chest heaved in shallow, uneven rhythms and the way her skin glowed with a sheen of perspiration and shared nectar.

Can we continue, because I haven't cum yet, Noona?" Karina saw your still erect cock, then snorted, "okay, but let Noona take a moment, it's still sensitive."

After waiting for a while, by Moving with a deliberate, predatory slowness, you shifted your position, sliding over her until you were lying sideways in a modified missionary stance.

You rested your weight on one arm, your body molding against hers, feeling the cooling dampness of her inner thighs against your hip. You waited, letting the silence stretch, watching as the haze in Karina's eyes began to clear, replaced by a sudden, wide-eyed realization of the pulsing hardness still pressed against her thigh.

"I'm starting, Noona," you murmured, the words barely a vibration against her damp skin. Karina didn’t answer with words, only a soft, frantic nod that sent her hair swirling across the pillow like ink in water.

You didn't slide back in with a gentle glide; instead, you drove yourself home with a sudden, decisive surge that bridged the remaining distance. The impact was a wet, heavy thud that knocked the air from her lungs, your hips locking firmly against hers in the modified missionary position.

As you began to pump into her again, the rhythm was different—slower, deeper, and far more deliberate. With your bodies pressed together side-to-side, every movement became a visceral collision of friction and heat. Your skin, slick with a cocktail of sweat and shared nectar, acted like a lubricant, creating a suctioning, sliding sensation that made every stroke feel like you were being pulled deeper into her.

Karina responded by wrapping her arms around you in a crushing embrace, her fingers digging into the muscles of your back as she pulled you as close as humanly possible. The physical boundary between you vanished entirely. You were no longer two separate entities, but a single, pulsing mass of heat and desperation.

The room was filled with the raw, rhythmic music of your union: the rhythmic *slap-slap-slap* of your thighs colliding, the wet, squelching sounds of your cock churning through her depths, and the ragged, synchronized symphony of your breathing.

The rhythm shifted from a frantic race to a grueling marathon, each thrust becoming a deliberate excavation of pleasure. With every heavy, wet collision, Karina’s resistance began to erode, not through a lack of desire, but through a sheer, overwhelming saturation of sensation.

The more you pushed, the more her nervous system seemed to short-circuit; her gripping arms lost their tension, sliding off your shoulders to fall limp against the sheets, and her head lolled back into the pillow. Her mouth drifted open, her lips parted in a silent, breathless void, her voice stolen by the relentless tide of your momentum. She looked like a doll made of silk and heat, completely undone, her consciousness drifting in the white noise of pure, physical obliteration.

Then, just as she seemed to vanish into the depths of her own surrender, you felt it—a sudden, violent contraction that clamped around your shaft like a vice. The walls of her vagina didn't just pulse; they spasmed in a rhythmic, suffocating grip that threatened to pull you deeper than physically possible. Karina’s eyes rolled back, her entire body arching in one final, jagged electricity of a peak. A second climax, far more visceral than the first, tore through her, leaving her shaking beneath you in a state of utter, blissful exhaustion.

"You've already cum for the second time, Noona," you murmured, your voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated through the very marrow of her bones,"Wait, I'm going to cum too... and I'm going to fill your womb.”

You gripped her thighs, hoisting her legs high and locking them firmly around your waist, pulling her pelvis flush against yours so there was no air left between you. In this prone, locked-in missionary position, the depth was absolute. You began to drive into her with a primal, hammering force, each thrust a heavy, wet collision that seemed to vibrate through the mattress and into the very floorboards. The sound was visceral—a rhythmic, guttural slapping of skin on skin that drowned out the silence of the house.

Karina was completely undone, her head tossing from side to side, her voice reduced to a series of fragmented, breathless whimpers. Every time you bottomed out, you could feel her internal walls convulsing around you, milking your length with a desperate, instinctive greed.

With one final, bone-deep surge, you drove yourself into her with a force that seemed to fuse your hips together, and the dam finally broke.

The first eruption was a violent, searing jolt that made your entire frame shudder. You felt the thick, hot jet of your seed slam against the sensitive ceiling of her womb, the sensation of the fluid leaving your body in rhythmic, pulsing waves. It wasn't a simple release; it was an overflowing, a heavy pouring of white heat that filled her to the brim.

Grain by grain, the seed surged forward, saturating her internal walls, the viscous warmth expanding within her like a slow-motion explosion of pleasure.

As you finally withdrew, the sensation was a slow, sliding suction, like a plug being pulled from a saturated drain. The sudden absence of your length left Karina’s entrance gaping, a raw and open invitation to the air, and for several heartbeats, the world seemed to hold its breath.

Then, the floodgates opened.

Your thick, creamy seed, which had been pooled deep against the ceiling of her womb, began to overflow in a slow, viscous river. It didn't just drip; it surged, a heavy white tide that cascaded down the valley of her thighs in shimmering ribbons, pooling beneath her on the rumpled sheets in a translucent, pearlescent lake.

You collapsed beside her, the sudden drop in adrenaline leaving your limbs feeling like lead.

Karina lay like a broken doll, her chest heaving in shallow, erratic jolts, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling as if she were still navigating the afterglow of a distant star. Her skin was flushed a deep, sunset rose, coated in a fine sheen of sweat and the lingering heat of your union.

In your mind, you have to tell the truth and be honest about your relationship with Eunbi to Karina, or you will lose everything.

"Noona!"Karina looked at you questioningly, "actually....”

***

"You're home, baby?"

Eunbi stood by the counter, her silhouette framed by the soft glow of the overhead light, her hips swaying slightly as she focused on the precise rhythm of the knife hitting the chopping board.

You wrapped your arms around her waist, your hands splaying across the plush, generous curves of her stomach, pulling her back into the hard line of your chest. You buried your face in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply; she smelled of expensive floral perfume and the warm, lactic scent of her own skin, a fragrance that acted like a narcotic on your senses.

"Hmm," you hummed, the sound vibrating through your chest and into the soft, yielding flesh of her back.

She paused, the knife hovering just millimeters above a slice of carrot. Eunbi didn’t turn around, but you could feel the shift in her energy—a sudden, sharp intuition that sliced through my facade more effectively than the steel in her hand.

She knew.

She always knew when the rhythms of your breath changed, when the way you held her was slightly too tight, or when your silence became a scream.

"I'm sorry, Mom," you whispered, the words feeling heavy and jagged, like stones being dragged across a glass floor.

You tightened your grip on her waist, pressing your face deeper into the velvet warmth of her neck, as if trying to hide from the truth you were about to utter.

"I love someone else... besides you."

Eunbi didn't pull away, nor did she turn around to scold you. She simply froze, her body becoming a statue of supple curves and sudden, brittle tension. But the anger never came. Instead, you felt a single, warm droplet of moisture hit the back of your hand.

She didn't speak, but her silence was a scream, a raw admission that your confession had carved a hole in her heart that no amount of possessive desire could ever fill.

I turned the key in the lock, shoulders heavy from the long hours at work. The apartment was dimly lit, just the warm glow of the living room lamp and the soft scent of vanilla from the candle she loved. I expected Jihyo to be resting after her own busy schedule, but the moment I stepped inside, she appeared from the hallway wearing nothing but one of my oversized button-up shirts and a bright smile.

“Welcome home, husband,” she said softly, walking straight into my arms.

Jihyo. My wife of two years now. At twenty-nine, she still took my breath away every single time. Leader of TWICE, strong, caring, and the most loving person I’d ever known. Coming home to her always made everything better.

“Perfect timing,” she whispered against my chest, hugging me tight. “I missed you today.”

I kissed the top of her head, then tilted her chin up for a proper kiss. It started gentle, full of the quiet relief of being together again, but the heat built fast. Her hands slid under my jacket, pushing it off my shoulders as I walked her backward toward the couch.

“You’re not wearing much,” I murmured, smiling against her lips.

“Been waiting for you,” she replied, eyes sparkling. “Thought we could relax together.”

We didn’t make it to the bedroom right away. I sat on the couch and pulled her onto my lap. The shirt rode up her thighs as she straddled me, and I realized she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. My hands explored her soft skin, sliding up to cup her full breasts through the thin fabric.

Jihyo sighed happily when I unbuttoned the shirt, letting it fall open. Her breasts spilled free—heavy, beautiful, nipples already hard. I leaned in immediately, kissing and nuzzling between them before taking one into my mouth. I sucked gently at first, then harder, tongue swirling around the sensitive peak while my hand kneaded the other.

“I love these so much,” I whispered, switching sides. “So soft and perfect. Could worship them all night.”

She moaned softly, arching her back to push them closer to my face. “They’re all yours, baby. Suck harder… I like when you get a little greedy.”

I did just that, burying my face in her chest, licking, sucking, and gently biting until she was squirming on my lap. My cock strained against my pants, and Jihyo noticed. She reached down, palming me through the fabric before unzipping me carefully.

Her hand wrapped around my length, stroking slowly. “Already so hard for me. Let me take care of you first.”

She slid off my lap and knelt between my legs. Looking up at me with that loving, slightly mischievous gaze, she licked a long stripe from base to tip, then swirled her tongue around the head. She took me into her warm mouth, sucking gently while her hand worked the base. The wet heat felt incredible after a tiring day.

“God, Jihyo… your mouth is perfect,” I groaned, hand resting lightly on her hair.

She hummed around me, bobbing her head deeper. Spit glistened on my shaft as she sucked with more purpose, eyes never leaving mine. After a few minutes she pulled off, stroking me fast with her slick hand.

“I want to try something,” she said with a shy smile. She rose a little, pressing her breasts together around my cock. The soft, warm pressure made me hiss in pleasure. Jihyo started moving, sliding her tits up and down while her tongue licked the head every time it appeared.

“Fuck, that feels amazing,” I breathed, watching her. I reached down to hold her hair, guiding her gently as she gave me the perfect titjob. She squeezed tighter, moving faster, licking and sucking until I was throbbing.

“I’m close,” I warned.

She kept going, eyes bright. “Cum on them, baby. I want to feel it.”

I came with a deep groan, thick ropes spilling across her breasts and collarbone. Jihyo kept stroking me through it, milking every drop, then smiled up at me sweetly. She used her fingers to scoop some up and taste it, making my spent cock twitch again.

I pulled her up immediately, kissing her deeply as I wiped her chest clean with my shirt. Then I laid her back on the wide couch, spreading her legs. She was soaked. I kissed down her body, spending extra time worshipping her breasts again before moving lower. But tonight she wanted more than that.

“Come here,” she whispered, pulling me up. “I need you inside me.”

I positioned myself between her thighs and pushed in slowly, both of us moaning at the tight, wet heat. Being inside Jihyo always felt like coming home. I started thrusting, steady and deep, leaning down to kiss her and suck on her breasts at the same time.

“Harder,” she breathed after a while, wrapping her legs around me. “I can take it tonight.”

I gripped her hips and picked up the pace, fucking her with more force. The couch creaked softly under us. I reached up and tangled my hand in her hair, tugging gently as I drove deeper. Jihyo moaned louder, nails digging into my back.

“Yes… pull my hair like that,” she gasped. “Feels so good when you get a little rough.”

The mix of love and raw need was perfect. I fucked her harder, semi-rough thrusts that made her breasts bounce. I leaned down to suck on them again, biting lightly at the soft flesh while pounding into her.

We changed positions, moving to the floor on the soft rug for more space. I took her from behind, her hands braced on the couch. Gripping her hair in one hand, I thrust deep, the sound of our bodies meeting filling the apartment. Jihyo pushed back against me, whimpering with pleasure.

“Fill me,” she begged. “Cum inside your wife.”

I reached around to rub her clit and she came hard, pussy clenching around me. The feeling pushed me over the edge. I buried myself deep and came, pumping thick loads into her pulsing heat.

We stayed connected for a long moment, catching our breath. I kissed her back and shoulders, stroking her sides gently. When I pulled out, some of my cum dripped down her thigh. I turned her around and kissed her softly, then laid her on the couch again.

“You’re not done yet?” she asked with a tired but happy laugh as I started hardening again.

“Not even close,” I murmured, kissing her breasts. “I still want to worship these.”

I slid my cock between her tits again, fucking them slowly while she held them together for me. The sight was incredible. After a few minutes I moved back between her legs, entering her once more in missionary. This time it was slower, more intimate—eyes locked, foreheads pressed together as I thrust deep.

“I love you so much,” I whispered, sucking on her nipple gently.

“I love you more,” she replied, voice breathy. “Being your wife is the best thing in my life.”

We built up again. I pulled her hair lightly, kissed her messily, and fucked her with steady, deep strokes. She came again, trembling beneath me, and I followed, pulling out at the last second to cum across her breasts and stomach in long spurts.

Afterward, I cleaned her carefully with a warm towel, kissing every spot I wiped. We moved to the bedroom, collapsing together under the sheets. Jihyo curled into my side, leg thrown over mine, head on my chest.

“That was exactly what I needed,” she said softly, tracing circles on my skin. “Coming home to you… getting to love you like this. Perfect timing every time.”

I stroked her hair, smiling. “You always know how to make my day better. Even after all this time, I still can’t believe you’re mine.”

We talked quietly for a long while—about her day at practice, my meetings, little plans for the weekend. She told me how safe and loved she felt with me, how my support helped her balance everything. I reminded her how proud I was of her strength and the way she cared for everyone around her.

At some point my hand wandered again, cupping her breast and playing with the nipple until she was softly moaning. We made love one more time—slow and sweet in the bed, her riding me gently while I worshipped her chest with my mouth and hands. When we finished, I came deep inside her again as she trembled through her own orgasm.

We fell asleep tangled together, her breathing steady against my neck. The apartment was quiet once more, city lights faint through the curtains. Jihyo was my everything—my wife, my love, my safe place. Nights like this reminded me how lucky I was to have perfect timing with her every single day.

The End.

First love.

It was beautiful and unforgettable. The feeling that Karina has felt during that night she will never forget with your father. A forbidden feeling between father and daughter.

Karina doesn't care what others think or the consequences that will happen if she continues to embrace those feelings. Everything felt right to her at that time.

But people say, first love never works.

***

"Oh, Daddy you fuck so good. Yes–like that, Daddy".

Your father and Karina are now in your sister's room with his hard shaft endlessly pounding down on her pussy hole.

Sweat drenched the bodies of the two of them.

Your father’s breath was no longer a rhythm but a hunt—a ragged, frantic searching that clawed at the silence between their collisions. Each exhale was a jagged piece of glass, scraping against the back of his throat as he pushed himself toward a breaking point that seemed to retreat with every desperate surge of his hips. He was chasing a peak that felt miles away, his chest heaving against Karina’s breasts with a frantic, suffocating urgency.

“Mmph... Daddy, I want cum,” Karina whimpered, her voice a fragile thread of sound that barely carried over the rhythmic, wet slapping of their bodies

"Cum for daddy, princess," your father groaned, the words vibrating against the shell of her ear, thick with a possessive hunger that bordered on desperation.

Your father didn't just thrust; he surged, his entire body locking as he drove his shaft deeper into her than he ever had before, pinning her against the mattress with the crushing weight of his desire.

The impact sent a jolt of electricity through Karina’s spine, her eyes rolling back as the friction hit a nerve that made her vision splinter into white sparks. She felt the sudden, violent expansion of your father filling every available millimeter of her womb, and the pressure became an unbearable, exquisite tension.

Then, the dam broke.

“I am cumming… “

A shuddering, guttural cry ripped from her throat as her inner walls clamped down in a rhythmic, suffocating grip, and a hot, torrential gush of fluid erupted from her, squirting beneath him in a sudden flood that soaked the sheets in a frantic, wet spray.

Karina was a dead weight beneath him, her breath coming in shallow, shuddering hitches, her body vibrating with the residue of a climax that had stripped her of all strength.

Yet, the rhythm didn't cease.

Your father’s hips continued to drive forward, relentless and mechanical, his cock sliding through the slick, flooding heat of her pussy with a heavy, wet thud that echoed in the small room. He wasn't looking for her pleasure anymore; he was riding the wave of her exhaustion, using the trembling grip of her inner walls to milk himself toward the edge.

She was too spent to push him away, too shattered to even moan, her only reaction a soft, broken whimper that was swallowed by the sound of his ragged breathing.

“Urggh…. “

Then, with a guttural snarl that sounded more like a predator than a parent, your father locked his arms around her, his fingers bruising the soft flesh of her waist. He surged one last time, burying himself to the hilt, and froze. A long, shuddering groan ripped from his chest as he spilled his heavy load deep into the depths of his daughter's hole, the hot, thick pulses of his seed filling her with a searing warmth that seemed to anchor her to the bed.

Your father didn't pull away immediately; he remained anchored within her, his chest heaving against hers in a synchronicity of exhaustion.He shifted his weight, leaning down to press a lingering, tender kiss against Karina’s damp forehead, his lips warm and soft against her flushed skin.

"I love you, princess," he murmured, his voice no longer a predator’s snarl but a soft, broken confession that sounded almost sacred in the quiet of the room.

A small, genuine smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, and she reached up, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw with a delicate, shaking reverence.

"I love you too, Dad," she whispered, the words landing like a seal on a contract neither of them intended to break.

The silence that followed their union was heavy, not with peace, but with a sudden, chilling void. Karina’s gaze drifted away from the ceiling, her eyes losing their luster as they fixed on a singular, peeling strip of wallpaper.

Your father shifted, the mattress creaking under his weight as he propped himself up on one elbow.

"What's wrong, my dear?" he asked, his voice a low, attentive murmur that vibrated with a genuine, protective concern.

Karina didn't answer immediately. She simply shook her head limply, the motion sluggish and devoid of conviction, as if the words she needed were too heavy to lift from her throat. She looked away from him, her shoulders sagging under the weight of a guilt that only arrived once the pleasure had receded.

His expression softened further, and he reached out, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheek with a tenderness that felt almost blasphemous given the act they had just shared.

"You can tell father, princess," he whispered, his tone sliding into a soothing, melodic cadence.

"This is about us," Karina whispered, her voice barely a tremor in the quiet of the room. She shifted beneath him, the slick friction of their parting skin sounding like a wet secret.

"I love you very much, Dad... even though the relationship between father and daughter is taboo, a sin... I don't care. I don't care about what people say."

She paused, her gaze flickering toward the closed bedroom door, as if the walls themselves were listening, "But I feel selfish. I'm selfish for not caring about Mom's feelings... or Eunhae's.”

"Shhh, calm down, princess," your father whispered, his voice dropping into a velvet register that seemed to vibrate through Karina’s very bones, "No one will get hurt. Do you understand? As long as we keep this our little secret, the world stays exactly as it is. No one has to suffer, because no one has to know.”

Karina’s eyes searched his eyes, the pupils still dilated from the heights of their shared delirium, but the fog was beginning to lift.

"Daddy..." she whispered, her voice fragile and thick with a sudden, piercing clarity. "I love you. I really do. More than I can even put into words."

A tear escaped the corner of her eye, carving a wet path through the flush of her cheek.

"But I feel like we're drowning in this. For a while... just until our minds are clear and the world stops spinning... Can we go back? Can we just be father and daughter, as usual?”

He didn't argue; he didn't try to seduce her back into the fray with the silver-tongued promises he used so effectively. Instead, he leaned forward and pressed a final, chaste kiss to her forehead, the gesture jarringly innocent compared to the ruined sheets beneath them.

"Okay, my dear," he whispered, his voice hollowed out, stripped of its predatory hunger. "If that is what you need to breathe again, then we will go back.”

***

"Since then we have tried to be father and daughter again".

Your jaw was almost cut off and you couldn't hide your surprise after hearing Karina's story which was more like a sin confession.

Karina’s gaze locked onto yours, her pupils trembling as tears spilled over, carving shimmering tracks through the residual flush of her cheeks.

"My love is real, Eunhae," she whispered, her voice a fragile thread that threatened to snap, "I tried to contain it. I tried to hold it back, to build walls around it and pretend that the hunger wasn't there, but I couldn't. The feeling just... it broke. It shattered everything until I couldn't think about anything else. All I knew, all I wanted, was to be with Dad."

Then, the softness in her eyes vanished. Her expression curdled, the vulnerability replaced by a sudden, searing flash of anger that made her spine stiffen.

"But..." she started, the word cutting through the air like a blade, her voice dropping an octave into a low, dangerous hiss.

"But what, Noona?" you asked, the question slipping out before you could check the curiosity.

Karina’s eyes didn't just flash; they ignited. The vulnerability that had made her seem fragile seconds ago vanished, replaced by a cold, jagged edge. She leaned in, her voice dropping into a low, dangerous hiss that seemed to vibrate the very floorboards beneath your feet.

"I still remember it," she spat, her nails digging into the fabric of her skirt. "Right there, at the moment I was ready to surrender everything—to admit that I couldn't leave those feelings behind and that I wanted to spend the rest of my life bound to him—that's when the floor fell out from under me."

She paused, a bitter, mocking smile curling her lips as a single tear escaped and traced a path down her flushed cheek.

"That's when I found out that Daddy was also cheating on me. With a young woman my own age. Not only Yujin, he had sex with other girls several times.”

A cold, familiar numbness settled in the pit of your stomach, the kind of hollow ache that makes you feel like you’re floating and sinking all at once. Watching Karina’s composure fracture was like looking into a mirrored version of your own wreckage. The betrayal wasn't just a story she was telling; it was a frequency you were both tuning into, a jagged chord of disappointment that resonated in the space between both of you.

Your hand found the slope of Karina’s shoulder, your fingers gripping the fabric of her blouse with a tentative, grounding pressure.

"Noona, I know that feeling," you murmured.

she looked at you, and the expression in her eyes wasn't just sadness—it was a profound, aching guilt that seemed to age her face in an instant. She let out a jagged breath, her gaze tracing the line of your jaw, the shape of your eyes, the familiar slope of your nose.

"No, Eunhae," she whispered, her voice fracturing. "It wasn't just the betrayal. It was the image. From the moment the disgust set in—from the second I realized Daddy was just a man who could lie—every time I saw his figure, I felt sick. I felt a physical nausea that wouldn't leave me."

She shuddered, her shoulders collapsing inward.

"And then I would look at you. You have his eyes. You have his walk. You look so much like him that the sight of you became a trigger for every ounce of hatred I felt for him. I saw his face in yours, and I took it out on you. I treated you badly, I was angry at you for no reason at all... just because you existed as a reminder of him."

She turned her head away, a fresh wave of tears spilling over. "I'm sorry. I am such a bad noona, Eunhae. I projected my wreckage onto you because it was easier than facing him.”

You reached out and pulled her into a hug, the fabric of her blouse damp against your cheek. Feeling the tension in her frame—a tight, coiled spring of guilt and grief—and you began to pat her back with a slow, rhythmic steadiness, hoping to ground her in the present.

"It's okay, Noona," you whispered, your voice thick with a sudden, clarifying empathy. "It's okay. I understand. None of this was my fault, and it wasn't yours either."

Before I could even draw a breath to respond, Karina’s voice sliced through the stillness, frantic and preemptive.

"You must think I'm crazy, right?" she asked, her eyes searching mine with a desperate, wide-eyed intensity. "An older sister falling in love with her younger brother... it's disgusting, isn't it? A twisted, sick joke of a feeling."

Your heart beats by confession from Karina, is this love? Is that all this time your feeling of loneliness is due to the loss of Karina's figure? What Is This Love? Then what about your mother, Eunbi?

You closed youreyes, letting the world dissolve into a heavy, velvet darkness. In that void, the images began to coalesce—not as memories, but as image.

First came the silhouette of Eunbi, the curve of her hips and the commanding presence of her warmth, a woman who had blurred the line between sanctuary and sin. Then, sliding in beside her, was the sharp, electric image of Karina, her gaze no longer freezing but burning with a desperate, reclaimed longing. They stood together in the theater of your mind, two pillars of forbidden desire, their arms open and their expressions welcoming, inviting you to step away from the wreckage of the world and sink into the sanctuary of their shared obsession.

"You probably hate me, don't you?" Karina whispered, the words barely escaping her lips, trembling with a vulnerability that made her seem smaller than she ever had. "You probably look at me and see someone broken, someone disgusting who can't even distinguish between the man who hurt her and the brother who—"

The sentence died in her throat, not because she stopped speaking, but because you stopped the air from leaving her lungs. You reached out as your hand cupping the back of her neck, and crashed my lips against hers.

Karina froze, her eyes widening into shimmering moons of shock, her body stiffening against you as if she expected the world to shatter around both of you. For a heartbeat, she was a statue of disbelief.

Then, a soft, broken sound escaped her throat—half-sob, half-sigh—and she melted.

Her arms wound around my neck with a sudden, desperate strength, pulling you closer until there was no air left between both of you. She returned the kiss with a hunger that mirrored my own, her tongue dancing against mine in a frantic, rhythmic desperation. In that moment, the labels of brother and sister dissolved like ash in the wind, replaced by a raw, primal connection that felt more honest than any truth we had ever spoken.

The kiss broke with a wet, lingering snap, leaving a trail of silver saliva connecting our lips for a fleeting second, "I love you too, Noona," you whispered, the words tasting of salt and adrenaline.

Karina’s eyes didn't just well up; they overflowed, the tears shimmering with a sudden, luminous joy that washed away the years of projected hatred and cold silence. She let out a sound that was half-laugh and half-sob, throwing her arms around your neck with a force that nearly knocked the wind from your lungs. Her kiss returned not as a question, but as a claim—fierce, desperate, and tasting of long-denied longing.

Driven by a primal instinct to possess every inch of her, you didn't break the kiss. Instead, you hooked your arms under her thighs and hoisted her upward, lifting her body off the floor in one fluid motion. Karina let out a muffled gasp of surprise against your lips, her legs instinctively snapping shut around your waist, locking me into her embrace.

With a slow, deliberate motion, You reached for the button of your trousers, your fingers trembling not from hesitation, but from a hunger that had finally found its target. As the fabric slid down your legs, the cool air of the room hit your skin, but the chill was instantly incinerated by the heat radiating from her. You stepped out of the heap of denim, standing before her completely exposed, Your body primed and pulsing, an offering laid bare to the woman who had spent years pretending she didn't want you.

"Noona," you murmured, your voice dropping into a low, territorial register that seemed to vibrate through the mattress. You leaned over her, your shadow engulfing her smaller frame, your eyes scanning the desperate hunger etched into her feathers, "I'm not going to play soft this time."

Karina’s breath hitched, her chest heaving as she looked up at you—not as the brother she had resented, but as the man who now held her entire world in his grip. A shiver of anticipation raced down her spine, her back arching instinctively toward you.

"Mmph... of course, Daddy!" she gasped, the word slipping out in a submissive, breathless rush that signaled her total surrender to your will.

Karina’s eyes widened, the pupils shrinking as if she had just been caught in a blinding spotlight. The submissive haze that had clouded her gaze evaporated instantly, replaced by a frantic, wide-eyed realization of what had just slipped past her lips. She clamped her mouth shut so hard her jaw practically locked, her breath hitching in a sudden, jagged rhythm.

You didn't move, staying poised over her, a slow, predatory smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth.

"Oh?" you murmured, your voice a low, vibrating hum that seemed to echo in the space between your colliding chests, "It seems someone is very obsessed with Daddy kinky."

Karina’s face flushed a deep, scorching crimson that spread from her collarbone up to the tips of her ears.

"It's not... it's not what you think, Eunhae!" she stammered, her voice an octave higher, the confidence of a moment ago replaced by a flustered, girlish desperation.

You didn't give her a chance to finish her stuttered excuse. In one fluid, violent motion, you reached down and gripped the hem of her tank top. With a sharp, guttural tug, the fabric shrieked, the cheap cotton giving way with a satisfying rip that echoed like a gunshot in the small room.

Your fingers hooked into the clasp of her bra, snapping it open with a clinical efficiency that spoke of a hunger long suppressed. As the lace fell away, her breasts spilled forward, heavy and trembling with the sudden chill of the room.

You didn't wait for her to adjust.

You lunged forward, your large hands closing around her soft mounds, squeezing them with a bruising, possessive intensity that forced a sharp, high-pitched moan from her throat.

You leaned down, your lips brushing against the shell of her ear, your breath hot and demanding. "I know you really like acting like a bad girl to Get Daddy's attention, don't you?" you murmured, your voice dripping with a dominant edge that left no room for denial.

"No..." Karina whimpered, the word barely a ghost of a sound as she shook her head, a futile attempt to maintain some shred of dignity. Her voice was thin, trembling with a fragility that contradicted the frantic way her hips were already arching toward you.

You dipped your head, your tongue swirling around the peak of her breast with a slow, agonizing deliberation before you clamped your lips over the nub, pulling it firmly between your teeth. Karina’s back snapped off the mattress, a sharp, guttural gasp ripping from her throat as a jolt of electricity surged from her chest to her core. You didn't let up, alternating between the wet, sliding heat of your tongue and the sharp, teasing pressure of your teeth, nibbling at the sensitive peak until she was writhing beneath you, her fingers clawing into the sheets.

"Please... Eunhae... ah!" she sobbed, her voice breaking as the pleasure became an overwhelming tide.

Your palms clamped down on her breasts, squeezing the soft flesh with a bruising intensity that forced the air from her lungs in a series of short, frantic hitches. You could feel her heart hammering against your chest, a trapped bird fighting to get out, as you leaned in, your voice a low, gravelly command that left no room for hesitation.

"No... no, no," you murmured, your lips grazing the sensitive peak you had just tortured. "You're not getting off that easily. Call me what, my bad girl? Tell me exactly who is taking care of you.”

Karina’s eyes were no longer those of a composed older sister; they were wide, shimmering pools of desperation, glazed with a hunger that had been starving for a lifetime.

"Daddy..." she whimpered, the word coming out as a shredded, breathless plea that vibrated through the air, "Please... please fuck me, Daddy. Please…”

A slow, triumphant smile spread across your face, the expression devoid of its usual hesitation. You shifted your weight, hoisting yourself up, your chest pressing firmly against the plush, trembling heat of her breasts.

With a dominant grace, you repositioned yourself, guiding your pulsing length upward until it hovered just inches from her parted lips, the tip of your cock nearly brushing her chin.

"Suck it," you commanded, your

"Suck it All! Show Daddy how much of a slutty little girl you've become. Do it right, and maybe I'll reward you by fucking that slutty pussy of yours until you can't remember your own name.”

Karina didn’t hesitate; the command seemed to act as a catalyst, snapping the last thread of her restraint. She lunged forward with a sudden, desperate urgency, her mouth opening wide to welcome you. As she leaned in, a thick string of saliva escaped her lips, glistening in the dim light of the room before she clamped her mouth around the crown of your length. The sensation was an immediate, jarring contrast—the wet, sliding heat of her mouth meeting the pulsing tension of your skin. She didn’t just take you; she explored you, her tongue swirling around the ridge with a slow, rhythmic deliberation, licking the length of you as if you were a delicacy she had been starving for her entire life.

When her soft, wet tongue flicked against the sensitive tip, it wasn't just a touch; it was a physical detonation. An electric shock surged from the point of contact, racing up your spine and making your toes curl against the linens. The friction was delicious, a searing blend of suction and velvet that threatened to pull the breath right out of your lungs. Karina groaned, the sound muffled by your girth, and she began to bob her head with a frantic, hungry rhythm, her eyes looking up at you through her lashes—wide, dilated, and brimming with a submission that felt earned.

"Urgh...your mouth is so amazing, Suck me like that!"

Karina pulled away with a slow, wet slurp, leaving your length glistening under a thick, silver coating of her saliva. She looked up at you, her eyes glazed with a mixture of lust and adoration, her breathing coming in short, ragged gasps. Without a word, she shifted her position, arching her back to create a deep, plush valley between her heavy breasts. With a trembling hand, she guided your pulsing cock into that warm crevice, the slick friction of her mucus acting as a natural lubricant as she pressed you deep into her softness.

Then, she clamped down.

With both hands, she pushed the two halves of her busty chest together, squeezing your length with a suffocating, supple pressure. The sensation was overwhelming—a crushing, velvet embrace that felt like being swallowed by a cloud of heat and silk. As you began to stroke yourself using the cushioning of her breasts, the friction was electric. Every upward slide felt like a massage from the inside out, her skin yielding and plush, while the downward press felt like a firm, possessive grip.

“Oh fuck… Your tits are so soft on Daddy's cock, princess".

You groaned, your hips twitching involuntarily as the sheer softness of her breasts worked in tandem with the slickness of her saliva, creating a rhythmic, sliding heat that threatened to push you over the edge.

Every slide against the heavy, yielding curves of her chest felt like a slow descent into a fever dream, the slickness of her saliva turning the sensation into something fluid and hypnotic.

You wanted to drown in that softness, to let the world outside this room cease to exist while you was enveloped by her. But the hunger in your gut had shifted; the superficial heat of her skin was no longer enough. You needed the crushing, wet pressure of her core, the place where her submission turned from a whisper into a scream.

With a low, guttural groan, you withdrew your length from the velvet vice of her breasts, the sudden loss of warmth leaving a stinging void that I hurried to fill.

You didn't give her a moment to breathe.

Reaching down, you gripped the waistband of her skirt and the thin, precarious strip of her lacy panties in one motion. With a sharp, authoritative yank, you peeled the fabric away from her hips, stripping her bare in a single, sweeping motion that left her exposed and trembling.

A thick, translucent sheen of arousal had already soaked through the inner curve of her thighs, the nectar of her desire dripping slow and heavy onto the sheets. She wasn't just ready; she was overflowing.

You leaned over her, the heat radiating off her body in waves that blurred your vision. "Someone seems to be wet," you murmured, your voice a low, predatory vibration that seemed to ripple through the air.

Karina’s gaze wavered, her eyes searching the ceiling as if looking for a lost piece of herself before they snapped back to yours. She swallowed hard, her throat working as she shifted beneath you, the friction of her damp thighs against the sheets making a soft, wet sound.

"Can I... can I not call you 'Daddy'?" she whispered, the question tentative, almost fragile.

"Why?" the word left your lips as a low, questioning rumble.

Karina’s eyes searched yours, and for the first time, the frantic hunger was tempered by a sudden, profound clarity. She reached up, her fingertips grazing your cheek with a tenderness that felt almost sacred.

"Because I don’t want to be a ghost of someone else's wreckage," she whispered, her voice steadying, "I want to erase his figure from my mind".

"Of course, Noona," you murmured, the word feeling like a vow as you looked down at her. "Are you ready?"

She simply nodded, a small, frantic movement that sent a stray lock of hair clinging to her damp cheek. You shifted, positioning the crown of your pulsing length against the soaking wet heat of her entrance. With a slow, deliberate pressure, you pushed forward, sliding the tip of your cock past the velvet curtains of her folds.

Karina let out a broken, airy moan that seemed to echo from the very depths of her soul. It wasn't just the sudden intrusion of flesh meeting flesh; it was the homecoming.

As you pushed deeper, stretching her open, she felt the familiar architecture of your body—the brother she had watched grow, the boy she had once protected, and the man who was now claiming her. The friction was an electric current, bridging the gap between the innocent love of their childhood and the forbidden hunger of their adulthood.

When you pushed forward, the tight, wet ring of her entrance yielded with a reluctant, sliding resistance, gripping your length with a desperate, pulsing hunger. Inch by inch, you claimed her, the sensation of her internal walls molding themselves to your shape feeling like a puzzle finally clicking into place. Karina’s breath hitched, her body stiffening for a split second as the sheer girth of you began to stretch her, filling the void she hadn’t even known existed until this moment.

"Urgh... your cock fills me so well, Eunhae," she gasped, the words breaking apart as her head fell back into the pillow.

"The hole is still tight as usual, Noona," you murmured, the words vibrating against her skin as you finally drove yourself home, burying your length to the hilt. The sensation was a visceral shock—a searing, velvet grip that seemed to want to swallow you whole.

You didn't give her a moment to recover from the initial stretch, immediately shifting your weight and beginning to pound into her with a rhythmic, uncompromising force. Each thrust was a heavy, wet collision that echoed through the quiet of the room, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh punctuating the air like a heartbeat.

Karina’s response was instantaneous; her voice, once a fragile whisper, escalated into a series of loud, uncontrolled moans that climbed higher with every plunge. She wasn't just receiving you; she was craving the impact. Every time you bottomed out, her vaginal walls clamped down on your length with a desperate, pulsing intensity, as if her body were trying to fuse itself to yours, refusing to let a single millimeter of skin slide away without a fight.

Reaching down, you hooked your arms under her armpits and hoisted her upward, shifting your position until you were sitting upright against the headboard. You pulled her onto your lap, her legs wrapping around your waist in a desperate, locking grip. In this new orientation, gravity became your ally. With every downward sink, the angle changed, allowing you to bypass the shallow resistance and drive your length upward, piercing the very ceiling of her pleasure.

Karina let out a strangled, high-pitched cry as she felt the shift.

The depth was staggering, a blunt-force intimacy that seemed to touch her soul. She began to ride you with a frantic, undulating rhythm, her spine arching like a bow as she impaled herself onto you over and over. Her breasts swayed violently with the motion, the heavy curves slapping against your chest in a rhythmic, wet percussion.

"Oh... Eunhae," she sobbed, her voice thick with a cocktail of relief and raw lust, "I love you... my little brother... I love you so much!”

"I love you too, Noona," you murmured, the words vibrating against the sensitive column of her neck.

You didn't just speak the words; you sealed them with a kiss that tasted of desperation and liberation, your tongue sweeping across her lips to capture the ragged gasps of her breath.

The friction was no longer just physical; it was an erasure of every boundary they had ever known.

Karina’s grip on your shoulders tightened, her nails digging into your skin as she hit the precipice. You could feel it happening—the sudden, violent narrowing of her walls, clamping down on your length with a pressure that was almost bruising. She let out a loud, shattering moan that tore through the silence of the room, her head snapping back as the tension finally broke.

A sudden, hot surge of fluid erupted from her core, spraying against your shaft in a rhythmic, pulsing torrent that slicked everything in a shimmering, translucent heat.

"Hosh...you're so amazing, Eunhae", you chuckled.

"Can we continue, because I haven't cum yet, Noona?" Karina saw your still erect cock, then snorted, "okay, but let Noona take a moment, it's still sensitive."

For several long minutes, you simply watched her—the way her chest heaved in shallow, uneven rhythms and the way her skin glowed with a sheen of perspiration and shared nectar.

Can we continue, because I haven't cum yet, Noona?" Karina saw your still erect cock, then snorted, "okay, but let Noona take a moment, it's still sensitive."

After waiting for a while, by Moving with a deliberate, predatory slowness, you shifted your position, sliding over her until you were lying sideways in a modified missionary stance.

You rested your weight on one arm, your body molding against hers, feeling the cooling dampness of her inner thighs against your hip. You waited, letting the silence stretch, watching as the haze in Karina's eyes began to clear, replaced by a sudden, wide-eyed realization of the pulsing hardness still pressed against her thigh.

"I'm starting, Noona," you murmured, the words barely a vibration against her damp skin. Karina didn’t answer with words, only a soft, frantic nod that sent her hair swirling across the pillow like ink in water.

You didn't slide back in with a gentle glide; instead, you drove yourself home with a sudden, decisive surge that bridged the remaining distance. The impact was a wet, heavy thud that knocked the air from her lungs, your hips locking firmly against hers in the modified missionary position.

As you began to pump into her again, the rhythm was different—slower, deeper, and far more deliberate. With your bodies pressed together side-to-side, every movement became a visceral collision of friction and heat. Your skin, slick with a cocktail of sweat and shared nectar, acted like a lubricant, creating a suctioning, sliding sensation that made every stroke feel like you were being pulled deeper into her.

Karina responded by wrapping her arms around you in a crushing embrace, her fingers digging into the muscles of your back as she pulled you as close as humanly possible. The physical boundary between you vanished entirely. You were no longer two separate entities, but a single, pulsing mass of heat and desperation.

The room was filled with the raw, rhythmic music of your union: the rhythmic *slap-slap-slap* of your thighs colliding, the wet, squelching sounds of your cock churning through her depths, and the ragged, synchronized symphony of your breathing.

The rhythm shifted from a frantic race to a grueling marathon, each thrust becoming a deliberate excavation of pleasure. With every heavy, wet collision, Karina’s resistance began to erode, not through a lack of desire, but through a sheer, overwhelming saturation of sensation.

The more you pushed, the more her nervous system seemed to short-circuit; her gripping arms lost their tension, sliding off your shoulders to fall limp against the sheets, and her head lolled back into the pillow. Her mouth drifted open, her lips parted in a silent, breathless void, her voice stolen by the relentless tide of your momentum. She looked like a doll made of silk and heat, completely undone, her consciousness drifting in the white noise of pure, physical obliteration.

Then, just as she seemed to vanish into the depths of her own surrender, you felt it—a sudden, violent contraction that clamped around your shaft like a vice. The walls of her vagina didn't just pulse; they spasmed in a rhythmic, suffocating grip that threatened to pull you deeper than physically possible. Karina’s eyes rolled back, her entire body arching in one final, jagged electricity of a peak. A second climax, far more visceral than the first, tore through her, leaving her shaking beneath you in a state of utter, blissful exhaustion.

"You've already cum for the second time, Noona," you murmured, your voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated through the very marrow of her bones,"Wait, I'm going to cum too... and I'm going to fill your womb.”

You gripped her thighs, hoisting her legs high and locking them firmly around your waist, pulling her pelvis flush against yours so there was no air left between you. In this prone, locked-in missionary position, the depth was absolute. You began to drive into her with a primal, hammering force, each thrust a heavy, wet collision that seemed to vibrate through the mattress and into the very floorboards. The sound was visceral—a rhythmic, guttural slapping of skin on skin that drowned out the silence of the house.

Karina was completely undone, her head tossing from side to side, her voice reduced to a series of fragmented, breathless whimpers. Every time you bottomed out, you could feel her internal walls convulsing around you, milking your length with a desperate, instinctive greed.

With one final, bone-deep surge, you drove yourself into her with a force that seemed to fuse your hips together, and the dam finally broke.

The first eruption was a violent, searing jolt that made your entire frame shudder. You felt the thick, hot jet of your seed slam against the sensitive ceiling of her womb, the sensation of the fluid leaving your body in rhythmic, pulsing waves. It wasn't a simple release; it was an overflowing, a heavy pouring of white heat that filled her to the brim.

Grain by grain, the seed surged forward, saturating her internal walls, the viscous warmth expanding within her like a slow-motion explosion of pleasure.

As you finally withdrew, the sensation was a slow, sliding suction, like a plug being pulled from a saturated drain. The sudden absence of your length left Karina’s entrance gaping, a raw and open invitation to the air, and for several heartbeats, the world seemed to hold its breath.

Then, the floodgates opened.

Your thick, creamy seed, which had been pooled deep against the ceiling of her womb, began to overflow in a slow, viscous river. It didn't just drip; it surged, a heavy white tide that cascaded down the valley of her thighs in shimmering ribbons, pooling beneath her on the rumpled sheets in a translucent, pearlescent lake.

You collapsed beside her, the sudden drop in adrenaline leaving your limbs feeling like lead.

Karina lay like a broken doll, her chest heaving in shallow, erratic jolts, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling as if she were still navigating the afterglow of a distant star. Her skin was flushed a deep, sunset rose, coated in a fine sheen of sweat and the lingering heat of your union.

In your mind, you have to tell the truth and be honest about your relationship with Eunbi to Karina, or you will lose everything.

"Noona!"Karina looked at you questioningly, "actually....”

***

"You're home, baby?"

Eunbi stood by the counter, her silhouette framed by the soft glow of the overhead light, her hips swaying slightly as she focused on the precise rhythm of the knife hitting the chopping board.

You wrapped your arms around her waist, your hands splaying across the plush, generous curves of her stomach, pulling her back into the hard line of your chest. You buried your face in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply; she smelled of expensive floral perfume and the warm, lactic scent of her own skin, a fragrance that acted like a narcotic on your senses.

"Hmm," you hummed, the sound vibrating through your chest and into the soft, yielding flesh of her back.

She paused, the knife hovering just millimeters above a slice of carrot. Eunbi didn’t turn around, but you could feel the shift in her energy—a sudden, sharp intuition that sliced through my facade more effectively than the steel in her hand.

She knew.

She always knew when the rhythms of your breath changed, when the way you held her was slightly too tight, or when your silence became a scream.

"I'm sorry, Mom," you whispered, the words feeling heavy and jagged, like stones being dragged across a glass floor.

You tightened your grip on her waist, pressing your face deeper into the velvet warmth of her neck, as if trying to hide from the truth you were about to utter.

"I love someone else... besides you."

Eunbi didn't pull away, nor did she turn around to scold you. She simply froze, her body becoming a statue of supple curves and sudden, brittle tension. But the anger never came. Instead, you felt a single, warm droplet of moisture hit the back of your hand.

She didn't speak, but her silence was a scream, a raw admission that your confession had carved a hole in her heart that no amount of possessive desire could ever fill.

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The master bedroom smelled like sweet almond oil from the moment I walked in. Bottles of warm, glistening liquid were lined up on the nightstand. Irene stood near the bed in a tiny white towel that barely covered anything. Her pale skin looked flawless under the soft lights, long black hair falling straight down her back. She gave me that signature cool, elegant smile, but her eyes burned with dirty intent.

“JWR-163,” she said softly, letting the towel drop. “Oily edition. I want to feel every inch of you sliding all over me.”

I poured a generous amount of oil into my hands and stepped close. The liquid was warm as I rubbed it across her shoulders and down her back. It dripped over her perfect ass and toned legs. Irene sighed, pressing back against me. I reached around and coated her massive, firm tits, squeezing them as the oil made them shine and slip in my grip.

She turned around and poured oil straight onto my chest, rubbing it down my stomach until my cock was slick and throbbing. Her soft hand wrapped around me and started stroking with long, firm pulls. The oil made everything glide perfectly.

“Feel how slippery I can make you,” she whispered, twisting her wrist on every upstroke. Her thumb circled the head, spreading more oil and precum.

I groaned and kissed her hard while she jerked me. Then she dropped to her knees on the oil-soaked towel. She licked my balls slowly, tongue dragging over the sensitive skin before sucking them gently into her mouth. The warm oil mixed with her saliva made it incredibly messy. She jerked me the whole time, hand flying up and down my slick shaft.

Irene looked up with those sharp eyes as she took me into her mouth. The blowjob was slow and deep at first, then faster. Oil and spit dripped down her chin onto her shining tits. She gagged herself deliberately, pushing until her nose touched my stomach, then pulled back gasping.

“Such a pretty JAV mouth,” I muttered, holding her hair.

She hummed around my cock and kept going until her jaw must have ached. When I got close she pulled off and pressed her oiled thighs together around my shaft. The thighjob felt incredible—soft, smooth skin squeezing me tight as she moved her legs up and down. I thrust between them, the oil letting me slide effortlessly.

“Cum on my thighs if you want,” she said, voice breathy. “But save some for inside me later.”

I held back for now. Instead I laid her down on the bed and poured more oil all over her body. It ran down her stomach and between her legs. I spread her thighs wide and buried my face in her pussy, licking her slowly at first. She tasted sweet mixed with the almond oil. My tongue circled her clit before sliding inside her.

Irene moaned softly, hips rolling against my mouth. “Eat me deeper…”

I added two fingers, pumping them while sucking her clit hard. She got louder fast. Her hand reached down to hold my head in place as she ground against my tongue. The first orgasm hit her hard—she squirted suddenly, clear fluid mixing with the oil and soaking my face. I kept licking through it, drawing out every shake.

She climbed onto my face next, sitting fully and riding my tongue. Face riding with all that oil was slippery chaos. Irene braced her hands on the headboard and moved her hips in fast circles, smothering me with her wet pussy. Her oiled tits bounced beautifully above me. She came again, squirting across my tongue and chin.

“Fuck—your tongue feels so good,” she gasped.

We weren’t done with the toys yet. I grabbed a thick vibrating dildo from the side table and poured oil all over it. Irene watched with hungry eyes as I pressed it against her entrance and pushed it deep. The buzzing sound mixed with her moans as I fucked her with the toy. She rubbed her own clit at the same time, masturbating furiously until she squirted again, harder this time, spraying across the sheets.

While she recovered I poured fresh oil over both of us. Our bodies were shining, every curve glistening. I pulled her into cowgirl and she sank down onto my cock slowly, the oil making the slide effortless and insanely smooth. She felt burning hot inside.

Irene started riding firm and steady, hands on my chest for balance. The oil made her tits bounce and slip in my grip when I reached up to squeeze them. I pinched her nipples, rolling them between my fingers while she bounced faster.

“Harder,” she demanded, voice losing its usual elegance. “Fuck me like you own this pussy.”

I thrust up to meet her, the wet slapping sounds loud and obscene thanks to all the oil. We switched to doggy next. I slammed into her from behind, gripping her slippery hips. Oil flew everywhere with every hard thrust. I spanked her ass, watching it jiggle and shine.

Irene pushed back greedily, moaning into the pillow. “Deeper—fill me up.”

I reached around and rubbed her clit while pounding her. She came again, walls clenching tight around me as another squirt leaked out around my cock. The oil made everything so messy and slippery that I could fuck her faster than usual.

We kept changing positions, losing track of time in the oily haze. Missionary with her legs over my shoulders, her body sliding up the bed with every powerful thrust. Then prone bone, my weight pressing her into the soaked mattress while I railed her deep.

At one point she gave me another thighjob while lying on her side, legs pressed tight together, oil letting my cock glide between her soft thighs. I thrust hard until I couldn’t hold it anymore. The first big load shot across her oiled thighs and stomach, thick white cum standing out against the shiny skin. Irene rubbed it in slowly, smearing it over her body like lotion.

“Looks good on me, doesn’t it?” she purred.

She cleaned me with her mouth after, licking and sucking gently while pouring more oil over us. Then she climbed back on in reverse cowgirl. The view was perfect—her ass bouncing, pussy stretching around my cock, everything glistening. I slapped her ass hard, leaving red marks on the shiny skin.

Irene rode like a pro, grinding deep then bouncing fast. She reached down and played with her clit again, masturbating while fucking me. Another powerful orgasm hit her. She squirted hard, soaking my balls and the bed.

I flipped her onto her back for the final rounds. Legs wrapped around me, I fucked her firm and deep, our oiled bodies sliding against each other. I sucked on her tits, biting her nipples while pounding her. Irene’s moans turned into desperate cries.

“Inside this time,” she begged. “Cum deep inside me.”

I buried myself as far as I could and unloaded, pumping thick ropes straight into her pussy. When I pulled out, cum mixed with oil leaked from her swollen lips. I rubbed my cock against her thighs and added another smaller load there, watching it drip down her skin.

We kept going even after that—slower now but still intense. More oily titfucks, handjobs, and toy play. She rode my face again, then let me eat her cum-filled pussy until she squirted one last time.

By the end both of us were exhausted, covered head to toe in oil, sweat, and cum. Irene lay on her back, legs spread, breathing heavily. Her elegant face was flushed, hair messy, body shining with streaks of white on her thighs, stomach, and leaking from her pussy.

“JWR-163,” she whispered, voice hoarse. “That oily fuck was perfect. I feel so full and dirty.”

She ran her fingers through the mess on her thighs and brought them to her lips, tasting lazily. I collapsed beside her, both of us sliding a little on the ruined sheets.

Being an idol was never an easy task. You had to go through all kinds of intense training, rigorous schedules, and significant personal sacrifices. It doesn’t matter if you’re born from a wealthy family or the poor one, whether you like it or not, you have to go through all sorts of ups and downs if you want to become an idol, even for someone like Somi but with enough support from people around her, she managed to become one of the most successful soloist in the K-pop industry that gained recognition for her modelling, hosting, interviewing roles, and able to enjoys a high degree of personal freedom.

“Thank you, everyone!” Somi excitedly said, slightly leaning forward to show her appreciation towards the staff that has been taking care of her since the first day of her latest comeback. Today is the last day for her to promote her latest album, although she didn’t get any trophy, Somi was glad that everyone, especially her fans, enjoyed listening to her latest album.

Her manager already left along with other staff, saying they are going to get a drink at the bar nearby. She stepped out of the building into the crisp night air, she inhaled deeply, relishing the calm after the storm. After 6 months of doing nothing but focusing on her album, she finally was able to get her long-awaited rest. She can eat whatever she wants and do anything she wants without worrying about her schedule, she just wanted to go home now.

As if on cue, she noticed a familiar A-class Sedan emerging from the sea of vehicles, gliding towards her with a sense of purpose. Somi’s heart lifted as she recognized whose car it was when she looked at the number plate. When the car pulled up right in front of her, the driver’s side window rolled down and Somi finally made eye contact with the figure emerging from the inside. “Did you call for a chauffeur, sweetheart?” Matthew called out with a big grin on his face. Somi just rolled her eyes good-naturedly and got around the car to get into the passenger seat.

“Tough day?” Matthew asked.

“A bit, but I’m glad everyone enjoyed listening to my album.” Somi said.

Matthew glanced over at his daughter, a proud smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I’m so proud of you, baby girl. You've worked so hard for this moment, and you've earned every bit of success that comes your way.” Matthew said as Somi felt a flush of pleasure at her father’s words. “Then, don’t you think I deserve a reward for working so hard for the past 6 months?” Somi turns her head to the side, facing her father. “Reward? Sure, tell me what is it you want? Beef?”

“No. I want something better.” Somi reached out and placed a hand on his thigh. Matthew’s eyes widened, and looked down at his daughter’s hand. “I want you…” she purred, running her fingers up and down his leg. “I want you to fuck me.” Matthew immediately cleared his throat, gulped audibly. “Baby, I don’t think we should do that. Eomma might-” before he could finish, Somi placed a finger on his lips, shutting him up. She smiled, bringing her face closer to Matthew’s ear, blowing hot breath against it. “You don’t have to worry about Eomma. I’ve told her that I’m going to borrow you for the whole week.” Somi chuckled, her voice sounds throaty and enticing.

“T-the whole week!??” Matthew thought, his heart hammered wildly in his chest. “R-really?” His voice lacked conviction but when Somi nodded her head, he let out a sigh and a smile slowly growing on his lips. “Alright…” All thoughts of propriety and guilt finally leaving his head.

“Then, you know where we should go right?” Somi left a kiss behind his ear, “Daddy?” Matthew took a deep breath and turned the steering wheel to make a U-turn. “OUR home…” Somi grinned, her hand slipping under his shirt to caress his abs.

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The house was pretty big, nestled deep in the woods far from prying eyes, allowing both Somi and Matthew to do their forbidden deeds without worrying about their career getting ruined by paparazzi, especially Dispatch. Somi bought the house last year, using it as a getaway when she needed to escape from all the pressure that she gained from her career but now, the house's one and only purpose is simply to serve as a sanctuary for her and her father to make a lot of love without anyone to stop them.

When they finally arrived at their private house, both Matthew and Somi were already feeling heated. The anticipation is killing them and of course, Somi couldn’t hold it back and jump on her father the moment she gets out of the car. “At least wait until we get inside, baby…” Matthew said, placing his hands on her ass to act as a support while enjoying the softness of them. “I’m sorry, daddy. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time so I don’t want to hold back.” She bit her plump lower lip before placing her lips onto his. It was soft and slow at first but the kiss slowly became aggressive as if her hunger for her father finally reached its final stage. Somi began to bite Matthew’s lips and tried to dominate the kiss with her tongue and Matthew, who clearly struggled to walk them to the front door, happily gave in to her wish as he squeezed her ass as hard as he could and Somi started to move the bottom part of her body against his body.

Gods knew how wrong this was, but both of them are clearly stray further for every second they had spent together alone. Anyone could tell that Somi is so obsessed with her own father as she keeps peppering him with kisses as Matthew fumbled with the keys. Once they were inside, Matthew kicked the door shut behind them and pulled away from Somi to let her breathe. She got down from Matthew’s embrace and immediately took her shoes off as Matthew did the same thing but instead of putting them properly in the shelves, they just threw their shoes away. Somi grabbed his arm and brought her father towards what Somi called “The Breeding Chamber”. Matthew closed the door with his foot and swooped his hands beneath her shirt, kneading the supple flesh, marvelled at the way her nipples stiffened under his touch. He could feel the weight of her perfectly round breasts, heavy and handful in his hands compared to his wife.

Somi let out a loud gasp as her father began to roll and pinch her sensitive nipples against the fabric of her lace bra , sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. “You and your obsession with my boobs…” she breathed, reaching back to tangle her fingers in her father’s hair. “It’s your fault for having such a sexy ‘gaseum’, baby…” Matthew tweaked her nipples roughly, eliciting a sharp cry from his own daughter before roaming his hands all over her body and surprisingly lifting Somi up. “I can’t hold it any longer…” Matthew said, carrying his daughter towards the bed. He lays Somi across the bed and grabs a handful of her shirt with both of his hands and just ripped it apart. The ruined cloth fell open, and made easy work on her lace bra. He threw it away somewhere in the room and Somi’s bare breasts fully exposed right in front of him. Matthew wasted no time bringing his mouth down to capture one of her nipples between his lips. He suckled and lavished the dusky pink nipple with his tongue swirled around it until it pebbled tightly around his lips.

Somi was writhing beneath her father in ecstasy, roaming her hands on his back before tangling her fingers with his hair as Matthew enjoyed his time worshipping the supple flesh of his daughter, making sure that he’s giving the same treatment to both of her nipples.

“Oh god, daddy…” Somi panted, “You’re sucking them way too good…” The feel of his calloused fingers on her soft skin, the heat of his breath against her nipples, and the way her father devoured her breasts like a starved man. She could only pray that she could stay in this moment forever, but of course, her other body parts need attention too, especially down there. As if he can read through her mind, Matthew released Somi’s stiffened nipple from his mouth with one last lick before slowly making his way down on her body by placing kisses all over from her stomach until he met with her pelvis. Then ever so slowly, he grabbed the hem of her pants and took it off from Somi.

Matthew paused for a moment, drinking in the sight of his daughter’s glistening pussy. Slick, pink, swollen, and perfect. Somi can’t help but let out a soft whimper as she felt Matthew’s eyes on her most intimate area. He inches towards her already swollen wet lips and blows the air out of his mouth lightly on her entrance, causing Somi to squirm beneath him. Matthew left a small kiss before looking back up at her, “Who’s pussy is this?” He asked, with a stern voice. “Yours. Only yours, daddy…” Somi answered him, needing more stimulation. At this point, anyone within 5 meters radius could smell of her arousal and the closest one, Matthew, already having a hard time keeping the beast inside his pants for every second the smell gets inside his nose. He placed both of his hands on her inner thighs to make sure Somi didn’t suddenly close her legs while he was enjoying his late night meal. He finally trails his tongue around Somi’s slit, savoring the flavor and warmth of her most intimate place. Somi bucked against her father and all Matthew could do was smirked as he did it again and again before finally pushing his tongue into her wet cavern. Somi writhed and moaned, her hands gripping on his hair and pulling him closer to where she needed him the most.

Matthew just closed his eyes as he let himself get lost in what he was doing. “More…” she demands, “Eat me more, daddy….” bucking her hips to grinds against his tongue. Matthew growled in approval and buried his face deeper, letting his nose touch at the surface of her entrance, rubbing against her clit. There’s nothing in this world that he likes more than the room was just full of the sound of his sweet yet loud daughter, letting him know that she was liking what he was doing to her. Matthew doubled his efforts, thrusting harder and faster, wanting nothing more than to taste his slutty daughter’s sweet nectar.

Suddenly, Matthew feels Somi’s legs close around him partly eventually and her body begins to shudder. Matthew opened his eyes as he watched his daughter screamed out, coming undone as her pussy clenched and spasmed around his probing tongue. Her back literally arched as her legs got a bit tighter before loosening while Matthew lapped up every drop of her release, not letting any escape from his mouth. Matthew continued to work on his tongue until Somi was completely spent, collapsing back against the bed before moving his face completely away from her pussy. “You’re so beautiful when you cum like a hungry slut, baby.” He whispered, letting out a small laugh and moved to lay over Somi again. “What a slut you are, baby…” He said before leaning in to kiss her lips softly, his tongue running across her lips before pushing it inside her mouth and dominating the inside of them.

Then, before he knew it, She pulled away from the kiss and pushed her father to the side as if she didn't lose almost full control of her body just now. “Let me return the favor, daddy.” Somi said, climbed off the bed and onto the floor, kneeling beside Matthew. She grabbed both of his legs and pulled him closer so that she’s between his legs. She made quick work on his pants and threw them away. His erection, freed from its confines, swung up and gradually bobbed. Somi swallowed hard, then clenched her eyes shut and opened them again as she could feel the intense heat emanating from his cock mere inches from her face. The musky scent of his arousal filled her nostrils, it was tangy and thick, making her mouth water hungrily. She tentatively grasped the stiff organ, admiring the sheer size and length that no other men in her life could compete with. “Come on, what are you waiting for, baby?” Matthew growled, tangling his fingers in her hair. His voice was thick with lust and command. “Let daddy feel those soft lips of yours wrapped around my cock like a good slut you are.”

Somi whimpered with need at his dirty words, the taboo thrill of it all only stoking the flames that currently burning the desire inside of her higher. Somi opened her mouth and without any warning, closed it around the underside of Matthew’s glans and tasted the first salty bead of precum on her tongue. Somi took a deep breath through her nose, and slid her mouth further down, taking as much of Matthew’s cock inside as her throat undulated against the intrusion. Matthew clutched her head in his hands, gasping at the tightness of his daughter’s throat that he missed so much. Somi tried to swallow down even more, wiggling back and adjusting her position to make the path down her esophagus as straight as possible, but everything have its own limit and Somi only able to take less than three quarters of his cock inside her throat before she pulls back and gasping for air. The pressure in her throat was immense making it hard to breathe normally although she didn’t find it uncomfortable.

She swallowed uncontrollably, the muscles in her throat squeezing and pulling and trying to take her father deeper like some prey swallowed whole, but unable to go further anymore. She could feel the bulge that was formed on her neck, and knew that Matthew was already painfully close. She positioned herself again, trying to push the limits but it was too late. Somi felt Matthew’s cock flare up inside her throat, as her father grunted, loud and guttural, before his cock squirting hot jets of cum directly down into Somi’s stomach. She was struggling a bit to gulp it all down as the hot thick liquid kept pouring, and her throat’s undulations never let up through Matthew’s orgasm, causing the old man to gasp huskily as he watched his length get milked by her swallows. After what felt like an eternity, Matthew grabbed Somi’s head and slowly pulled his daughter’s head up as his still mostly-hard dick slid out from her throat with a wet pop, and Somi suddenly felt both too full and too empty.

Somi gasped for air, strings of saliva and Matthew’s cum connecting her mouth to her father’s cock. “You’re such a good slut, baby.” Matthew panted, giving his daughter’s messy face a pat before reaching down and hauled Somi up onto the bed, tossing her face-down onto the bed as Somi bent forward over the corner of the bed. Somi knew what was coming next, what she craved with every fiber in her being. She turned her head to the back, hair spilling over one shoulder and smiled at Matthew lustfully, wiggling her shapely ass at him.

“Come on, daddy. Don’t make this needy slut waiting.” Somi purred. Matthew stepped forward, growled low in his throat. He placed his hands on his daughter's hips and let his cock slide snuggly between Somi’s ass, rocking his hips forward. Matthew raised his hand and lightly slapped at her ass cheek, hearing her groan out. He lined himself up with her entrance, nudging the head of his cock against Somi’s tight folds, making her whimper with need. Once he feels like he has teased her enough, without even giving a single warning, Matthew pushed himself inside of her a bit roughly as a gasp left Somi’s lips. Her eyes clenched shut, as she felt Matthew’s whole length rearranging her insides. He pulled backwards, not letting Somi get used to the intrusion, until only the head of his cock remained inside before pushing the whole length back into her, sliding in much easier but rougher. Somi reared her head back and wailed with her body trembling.

Matthew took a brief moment to collect himself, before fully unleash the beast inside him and fucked his daughter in heart’s content with gradual acceleration. Matthew found himself staring at Somi’s cheeks, shaking each time his lower body slammed against her ass. He raised his hand and landed a few hard slaps on one of her round orbs. “You’re so fucking tight down here, baby.” Matthew gasped loudly, he could feel her inner walls gripping around the base of his cock as hard as possible. It feels like his cock has been strangled by a snake but much harder. Somi shrieked with her back arching, her tongue loosely hanging out. “Don’t stop, daddy! Spank me! Turn me into your addicted slut again!”

With a groan of acknowledgement at his own daughter’s lewd request, Matthew keeps spanking Somi’s ass, enjoying the sight of those supple flesh jiggling and bouncing as their skins keep clashing against each other. The sounds of their skins clashing echoed throughout the room, along the constant cries and moans from Somi. “Harder, daddy! Ravage my pussy to your heart’s content! Harder!” Somi screamed with desire, as she gripped the pillow as hard as she could and tried to meet with his pace by grinding her ass against him. The squelching sounds produced by Matthew scraping Somi’s drenched pussy and the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin becoming a new melody of their bond, along with constant gasps, moans, and pants of remarkable euphoria that rang out of the room.

After a few more minutes of their love making, the tension finally builds up in his being for his next climax. “Fuck, baby! I think I’m going to cum!” Matthew panted.

Somi, who already had her eyes rolled up, didn't even listen to what her father was saying. Her vigorous ecstasy was too much to bear that she was losing her strength to keep herself from losing her consciousness. Matthew began to wheeze when he felt his balls getting swollen like balloons as he drove every last inch of his cock into her pussy, with heightened speed and force, punching through her cervix and into her womb. Matthew grunted heavily in pure, unrestrained rapture, leisurely picking up his pace that no normal human being had ever done before so he could leave a permanent non-existent mark inside her pussy.

Gathering all his energy for one last thrust, Matthew pushed the tip of his cock all the way to the womb’s end. He howled out of his lungs as his bulbous head spasmed like crazy before a rush of seed started to pour out of it like a volcano.

“MMMMMMMMMHHHHHHPPPPP!!!” Somi buried her face into the pillow and hollered out in pure intoxicated bliss. Her body fell into a mind blowing orgasm that almost sent her into a blissful coma. After Matthew finished releasing the last drop of his essence inside his daughter’s sanctum, Matthew pulled his cock out of Somi’s pussy, letting out a relaxed, yet tired sigh as he collapsed on top of Somi’s back before laying back down on the bed.

It was a bit upsetting when your father told you he couldn’t come along to the vacation you had planned for the family. It was a trip to Hawaii you had spent a lot of money on. You didn’t particularly want to spend time with your stepmother. Ryujin was just a little older than you. It was a bit weird for you, but you couldn’t just cancel the trip; there wouldn’t be any refund. So you went on the trip you had planned with Ryujin. It was a bit awkward at first, but after a while, the two of you managed to get along somewhat. You have done some nice activities like scuba diving, paddleboarding, and surfing, and all these activities got you closer to Ryujin. You couldn’t help but look at her body as it got wet whenever she fell into the water. 

It made you horny, but you couldn’t fuck your stepmother. You would need to find someone else to help. While you were prepping to explore the nightlife of the main island, Ryujin came into the room. “Hey, where are you going?”

“I’ll just be waking around. It’s about time we did some of our own things, right?” Ryujin nodded; she hadn’t really planned on doing anything.

“I think I’ll just be here and relax a little. You go have fun. Mommy knows you’ll be fine,” She joked. It irked you, though; she thought of it as a little joke, but it’s something that made you slightly uncomfortable. You grab the room keys and give her a quick nod before leaving quietly. Ryujins sighs as she begins to look through the mini-fridge. The prices of the drinks inside were enough to drive her away. She looked around before noticing a little packet you had left behind. She thought it was a drink mix.

She took the packet. " Long-lasting energy?” Ryujin figured you wouldn’t miss it, so she ripped it open and poured the contents into her water bottle, watching it turn a vivid blue as she shook her bottle. She sipped it; the flavor wasn’t so bad. It was not something she would choose, but it was better than nothing. As she drank it, though, Ryujin felt her body heating up. As she headed to the bathroom, Ryujin’s chest brushed against a wall, sending shockwaves through her body. Stepping inside, she saw her nipples poking through her shirt. Bringing her hand to her chest, she felt the same tingling; she cooed as the wave of pleasure hit her. Her other hand moved under her pants. She was already wet; her body was already craving more than just a simple touch. Ryujin rubbed her slit, moaning softly as she stared at herself in the mirror. Knowing you would be gone for a few hours, she went back to bed, fingering herself to several orgasms. The evening had turned to night, and Ryujin was still going. The long-lasting energy text on the packet made sense to her now. 

When the doorknob started to jiggle, though, she threw a blanket over herself and pretended to be asleep. You stepped through the door more than a little tipsy; instead of heading to your room, you went to Ryujin’s, landing next to her and drifting off to sleep.

She rubbed her slit, struggling to hold back her moans. The sounds of her fingers pumping in and out of her wet cunt were growing louder as she sped up. Ryujin grabbed at her breasts, her body becoming too hot. It was unbearable. She looked over her shoulder, staring at you. Ryujin noticed something, though; she saw that you were hard. She stared at your bulge, her fingers moving along her slit. She whimpered softly, dirty thoughts crossing her mind. She was your stepmother, yet her thoughts drifted to unsavory places. Ryujin reached over to you, her hand hovering above your bulge as she considered crossing the line. She bit her lip, struggling to contain her desires. Ryujin let her hand fall on your bulge, feeling it twitch. Unconsciously, she licked her lips. “Just a taste. That’s all I need.” Ryujin whispered to herself as she silently moved between your legs, tugging at your sweatpants, pulling your underwear along with them. The waistband held you back, but as soon as she had pulled just a little too far, your cock swung toward her, smacking her. 

Ryujin didn’t dare move; her nostril filled with your musk as she took a deep breath. Her head was foggy as she stuck her tongue out. She dragged it along your shaft, moaning softly as she got a taste of you. It was like a drug; now that she had a taste, she wanted more. Coming to the tip, Ryujin couldn’t help but wrap her lips around your cock, beginning to bob her head almost immediately. Ryujin’s moans became louder as she bobbed her head, her tongue swirling around the tip of your cock as she continued to finger herself. She didn’t care that you were her stepson, she was just desperate for a cock. As your stepmom sucked on your cock she could feel her climax approaching. She arched her back, readying herself for the waves of pleasure that were about to wash over her. Ryujin pushed herself down to the base of your cock, making it hit the back of her throat.

You began to stir, groaning as you felt something warm around your cock. As you look down, you see Ryujin gorging herself on it, her drool making your cock slick as she bobbed her head. “R-ryujin,” you groan, unable to move as the pleasure fills your body. 

“Shhh, let Mommy take care of you.” She moaned, running her hand along your shaft. “Mommy just needs a little taste.” She said softly before wrapping her lips around your cock again. She bobbed her head slower now, letting her tongue move along the sides of your cock as she slowly took in more of your cock. You let her keep going. Ryujin was a beautiful woman. How could you resist her when she was giving you a blowjob? The fact she was your stepmother was something you weren’t thinking about in your drunken state.  Ryujin moved up your body, nipping at your neck as she stroked your cock. 

You move your hands to her ass, squeezing the soft flesh and making Ryujin moan. “You such a dirty boy,” she teased. You squeezed her ass again; you had stared at it the past few days when you were with Ryujin. It was nice and full, bouncing whenever she jumped. “I need you to fuck me,” Ryujin whispered, her voice laced with lust. She tugs on your arm as she pulls away from you, setting herself up for you to take her. She gets on all fours, and it’s only now you notice she isn’t wearing any underwear and only has on her white tank top. You got behind Ryujin, watching as she swayed her ass in front of you, “Come on, I need you.”

You slapped Ryujin’s ass, watching her flesh jiggle before delivering another smack. “Mmm, don’t tease me. Fuck mommy already.” Ryujin groaned, raising her ass and arching her back for you. You hold her waist with one hand, using the other to bring your cock in line with her slit. Prodding the entrance, you push the head in, spreading her lips apart. Ryujin moans as she feels your cock stretching her. “You're so big,” she mumbles before your ram your length inside her cunt. Ryujin cries out as your cock pushes her walls apart. Her eyes nearly roll into the back of her head, her body shakes, and she almost cums. You pull out quickly, grabbing her shoulder with your free hand before ramming yourself back inside. Ryujin moans your name as you begin to pound away at her body. The cock that she was craving was finally inside her.

She pushes her hips back and plays with her clit. The pleasure was driving her crazy. Your stepmother begs for more. You give her exactly what she wants, pressing her against the mattress and ramming your cock into her cunt. Ryujin smiles, the pleasure pushing her over the edge. Ryujin cries out as she cums on your cock, her nectar coating your cock before squirting onto the bed. You continue your thrusts, watching her ass and considering using the other hole. You pull out of Ryujin’s pussy, gulping as you move your cock to her other hole. Ryujin can barely think as she feels your cock pressing against her asshole. “Hm? Hold on…” she says weakly as you push your cock into the puckered hole, stretching it. “Ah, w-wait, I’m not ready.” Ryujin groans.

The tight hole painfully squeezes down on your shaft as you push more of your length inside. Ryujin continues to groan, feeling your cock stretch her unused asshole. She feels fuller than ever before. The sensation makes her cum as she feels you thrust the final inches into her. She squirts again, her nectar soaking the mattress. “You’re so tight? Has Dad used this hole before?”

“Never,” Ryujin mumbles, her strength leaving her body, causing her to flop onto the bed. You hold her waist up as you pull out slowly, dragging along her walls. Somehow she has enough energy to reach back and stretch her cheeks, “Fuck my ass, please.” Ryujin had utterly lost it. The feeling of having her ass filled by her stepson was too much. You drive your cock back into Ryujin’s ass. She begs you for more, and with every thrust, it becomes easier to fuck Ryujin. Her walls become slick with her nectar. The pain and pleasure caused by your cock was addictive; you met Ryujin’s cries for more. You stirred her guts as you got closer to your climax. Ryujin felt your cock begin to throb inside her and screamed, “Cum inside Mommy’s ass!” 

“If that’s what you want,” you grunt before burying yourself inside her ass. Your cum floods her guts. Ryujin’s body shakes as she has a mind-shattering orgasm. She collapses onto the bed, eyes in the back of her head. You pull out slowly, coming out of her ass with a pop. Her asshole winks at you as it tries to shut, and your cum leaks out of it slowly, running down her body until it meets the bed. You collapse beside Ryujin, falling asleep almost instantly.

For all intents and purposes, remember this is a work of fiction.

"Have I told you how much I hate the fact that you changed companies?"

"Only every comeback since I did that," Somi laughed quietly at her PA manager. Every time she released a new song, they would review the various folders to ensure all the paperwork was in order. Every time they did that, he would sigh deeply when the debt folder appeared next on his laptop.

"You know? Yours is already one of the longest-running debts in the industry. At least for an idol who's still active and considered successful," he peeked at her silhouette as she lay on the large sofa with her bare legs in the air, stretching her arms. "We would have been done with this if the interest rate hadn't gone up, and if you did these servicing sessions a bit more often."

His voice showed his frustration and his concern for her. Debuting in the K-pop industry meant becoming deeply in debt from training alone. More often than not, that can be paid out of pocket or with actual money after debuting, with added interest. There was also the option of paying that debt in the same and only way debut debt can be cleared: sleeping with investors, also known simply as Servicing.

Second-generation groups helped standardize the process and began practices such as 'tributing,' in which one or a few members serve to protect younger members, usually underage, from such experiences. The noble act became so popular that most people referred to it by that name, but soloists had no choice but to do it themselves.

While hanging companies before the debut debt is cleared is possible, it adds annual interest to the original debt, which must be cleared through the same methods. This does not account for any new debut debt added by the new company. In the case of I.O.I, due to the short contract length, it was agreed before Produce 101 started that the debut debt would be split evenly among the selected members and carried after contract termination. Because of Somi's young age and lack of interest in servicing acts at the time, her debt grew much longer than she anticipated, causing an almost eternal headache for her Private Affairs (PA) Manager.

"Maybe if the investors would make it interesting instead of just shoving it in until they cum, I would do it more often! They could learn a thing or two from Prada," she smirked proudly, spreading her legs and running her finger over her covered pussy.

Some idols were approached by recognized brands, offering them global coverage in exchange for their bodies; more often than not, that involves some orgy or gangbang. Despite the income entering their pockets, that money is for themselves and can't be used to clear their debut debt. "How much is there left to pay anyway?" Somi turned to her side, widening her eyes with a playful smile.

"If you were to do it all this year, two or three servicing sessions." He shrugged, raising his eyebrows, knowing well she would be the one to decide the next step. Somi sighed in disappointment. "After Ice Cream, we received some decent offers," he added.

"Why can't I get some good deals like Twice or Aespa?" She whined, pouting and crossing her arms.

"You know how these guys move. They look at the safety of the company first, then at who they could fuck," he explained, shaking his head and pressing his index and middle fingers on his temple. The idols' debt must be repaid through an intricate network of trusted investors. Reputation is a valuable asset for both parties, as any accident or information leak could result in significant losses beyond the monetary. "As much as everybody would like to take a bite at you, they don't trust the label that much, you know?"

"Do you want to take a bite at me?" Somi grinned, grabbing her left tit tightly, making it squish through her fingers.

"Water is wet," he scoffed, enjoying the view. "But after this last comeback, you got new investors interested in the label."

"Any good review there?"

"Same as usual," he scoffed, quickly passing through the tabs of their profiles, which included anonymous reviews of idols who served them.

"Then what's the point? All of these old guys want me to be their escort, or their personal prostitute for a night." She sat on the couch, ogling him. "If I'm going to let some random people use my body," she purred, catwalking towards him as she took off her blouse. "At least I should enjoy it as well, shouldn't I?" She knelt with a straight back as she unhooked her bra, removing it to let her tits hang freely.

"Somi…" The manager sighed, admiring the shape of her breasts. They were like a perfect drop of dense liquid, refusing to lose their consistency despite the heavy weight they carried.

"What?" She smiled, crawling under the table. "You look like you need an incentive to get me out of this boring legal shithole, and you seem too stressed out to keep working," she added, unbuckling his belt and getting her hand in his trousers to get his semihard cock out, chuckling when it went rock hard in her hand.

"What do you want exactly?" He got comfortable, getting a good view of her big eyes as she licked the underside of his shaft and kissed its tip.

"Something fun! Something I can actually masturbate to just by remembering it. Something worth my time and my pussy," she sneered before taking his dick into her mouth, sucking it slowly while her tongue swirled around his frenulum.

"Need I remind you they are my bosses? You know there's always a catch with these guys," he grunted, letting the pleasure cloud his mind.

"Usually a fun catch," she replied, quickly licking his frenulum as her spit fell down his shaft. "Good thing you always look for my interests as much as theirs," she smirked, kissing his glans before pressing her boobs around his length.

"I'll see what I can do." He shook his head, chuckling while he let Somi blow him at her pace.

A week later, right after getting out of the shower, she got a video call from her manager.

"You got cameras here or something?" She joked, unapologetically displaying her full naked body on camera while she applied some products to her hair.

"You're so damn lucky I'm alone here, but if you want me to install cameras in every corner of your room, that's fine with me," he replied, taking a screenshot as she posed for him; a common ritual for them.

"It doesn't sound like a bad idea, you know? What's up?" She asked, getting back to her hair routine.

"Upper management has a proposal for you. Do you want to hear it now, or do you want me to go there?"

"Here's fine, I'm not feeling like getting visits today," she winked, turning around quickly to show her butt plug and wink.

"Sometimes I hate you."

"I know! But talk!"

"Are you familiar with reverse glory holes?"

"No, but it seems I'll get familiar with them," she smirked, already interested. "What makes them different than usual glory holes?"

"Well, basically, you'll be lying down on a sort of bed attached to a wall with holes. Instead of men getting their dicks in the hole, you get your ass in it, maybe all of your lower body. You won't be seeing who's using your pussy or your ass."

"Did they say how many men will get in line?" She bit her lower lip, imagining herself already there.

"That's part of the catch. They didn't say. They just mentioned it would be employees."

"What? Employees?"

"Their idea! Supposedly to 'increase their morale.' They insisted everyone would have to use the provided condoms in the room."

"The fuck? They know I like to go raw," she murmured to herself. "Any other catch?"

"The remaining amount in your debt is too little to make any future servicing session not worth the deal unless you wait two more years of interest."

"Aish… There's no way they'll agree to something else, right?"

"I wouldn't be calling if I hadn't tried it all already."

"That's the reason why you have special privileges with me!" She got close to the camera to blow a kiss, then posed again to display her heavy tits and her bald pussy, spreading it for him to see her inner lips.

"I fucking hate you."

"Then fuck me like that when it's your turn in the glory hole." She winked, taking her plug out to clean it with her mouth. "Any hole you want… Right?"

He sighed. "Yes, they requested both holes."

"Then I'm in!"

Unfortunately for Somi, the day of her session kept getting delayed. Just as she feared, the arranged date had clashed with her father's return to Korea. He was informed of the shady side of the K-pop industry when Somi first enrolled as a trainee at the tender age of thirteen. Despite trying to talk her out of it, she insisted, aware of what her future could entail. Years later, he had also benefited from that part of the industry after his small appearances in dramas and shows.

Neither he nor Somi was keen on the idea of seeing each other before or after she had to go through one of her sessions. For her, it was shameful to be seen in a weak physical state, a common consequence of whatever the investors had done to her. For him, the mental images of what they could have possibly done to his daughter went further than what had actually happened.

For both of them, ignorance was bliss. Even though their early conversations on the topic had created enough trust between them to talk about other random encounters to the point of asking for advice from each other, they had agreed not to talk about any work-related sexual services they experienced. The company's staff ensured Somi's dad would be kept occupied until the following morning, giving her time to recover a bit.

By the time she noticed, the day had finally arrived. Somi and her PA manager arrived early. Her outfit was something simple and comfortable for the occasion. A pair of sandals that showed off her black pedicure, some shorts that barely covered her ass, a cropped tee that hugged her udders tightly, accentuating the lack of bra, and a lightweight cardigan that did nothing to cover her silhouette.

It may not be the best fit to meet one of the men operating in the shadows, but she figured that if the actual Chairman and the company's most trusted lawyer wanted to see her, she better make a statement from the get-go. However, when they passed her on to the office to sign the deal, the environment, the talk, the mood, everything remained strictly professional.

The remaining amount of her debt was so stupidly small that it felt like a poor taste joke. Upon reading the contract, they realized there was no mention of how many people would have access to her body, only that employees and their guests could enter the area and use the facility, which, of course, included her.

Just as her manager had mentioned, it was explicitly stated that all of the men who attempted to have intercourse with her would need to make use of a condom. This, despite everyone having already been tested for any STDs, and her having a contraceptive implant. That specific clause kept confusing her, considering they knew, from the beginning, that she was more than fine with being a cumdump. It only added to the frustration of not clearing her debt that day.

After signing, they guided her to the building's basement, beneath the parking area. Unlike the old Big Three or Hybe, The Black Label often refused to book a large village, house, or even a penthouse for debut debt clearance, as that would reduce the amount of money going toward the debt itself.

Somi had already been there a couple of times, but she was surprised by the little cubicle they had added on the left side of the entrance, out of which a box-like chamber took up the very center of the place. The structure included a series of holes. One at the bottom, where her legs would come out and be tied to the wall with the pair of shackles. Each side had one small hole, where men could stick their dicks and balls, and a larger hole, where they could stick their arm to grab her body.

"That's better than I thought," she admitted, appreciating the bottles of lube, the strips of condoms, and a box with different sex toys, from which she focused on the whip. "You know I have a photoshoot in a few days."

"I also know how to put on a show without jeopardizing my assets, just as much as I know everything you like, little one," the Chairman said, relaxing his whole body and loosening his tie. Suddenly, the scary man became desirable to her, particularly the gray hairs on his sideburns. "Please follow us."

They went to the back of the room and entered a door that led to the cubicle, which only Somi, her manager, and the Chairman had access to. The bench looked surprisingly comfortable, shaped to help her support her body for longer, even though her legs would later be restricted. It was equipped with a leather belt that would secure at her waist and cupholders on the sides, already occupied by lube dispensers and water bottles with straws. Above it, a little light, for those who peek through the holes to see her body. Right where her head would rest, they also had a cushioned barrier with a two-way mirror, a pair of leather handcuffs on each side of the headrest, and a single leather belt for her head.

"The only ones who know who will be tonight's slut are in this basement right now," the Chairman explained, standing in the narrow corner that gave access to the chamber. "All other employees just know we're having an elite prostitute to celebrate the label's ninth anniversary since its founding."

"Elite prostitute?" She scoffed with a smirk, gawked at the man's eyes.

"Do you have any problem with the terminology?" He asked, challenging her.

"Not really," she replied, making her way to the bench, pressing her tight ass against his crotch. "I appreciate the status recognition, though," she added with a flirty smile, inspecting the holes through which hands and dicks will be entering.

"As you can see, if at some moment you want to take a break from stroking our staff, you can close them to take a rest." It was obvious that a lot of thought had gone into building the little chamber. However, Somi quickly realized there was no way to stop anything from happening to her lower half, so she turned back to him, raising one eyebrow. "That is by design. After all, that is the main attraction."

"And if I need to pee or something?" She joked, pressing her fingers on her pussy.

"I would recommend you to do it now instead," he smirked. "You still have forty minutes before we start. I suggest you get comfortable."

She tried the bench, resting her head right at the level of the Chairman's bulge. "Don't pretend you won't be using me." Her arrogant smile almost made him ignore her underboobs, looming from under her top.

"I will lead by example, Miss." He reached for the inner pocket of his jacket, taking two laced pieces of fabric. "Here's your outfit for the night, by the way."

"Thank you!" She smiled brightly, taking them and quickly sliding the leg garters over her long legs, making sure they tightened around her upper thighs. "Boss, since there is still plenty of time," Somi ogled at him, slowly reaching for his crotch. "How about I suck your cocks outside here until we begin?" Her left arm stretched towards his manager. "You two can consider it a 'thank you' for taking such good care of me."

"I've always liked the way you think," the Chairman smirked. "I also expect you'll be okay with one of us getting inside this place for another blowjob from time to time. I imagine for a whore like you, getting dick after dick can become boring," he added, getting close to her face.

"And I thought you wouldn't care about my own entertainment," she replied sarcastically. Happily, she walked out of the chamber, surprising the lawyer. "Hi!" She greeted him, signaling him to get closer. She stood proudly, swinging her covered tits side to side while the Chairman and her manager walked behind her. "Is it okay if he joins too?" She asked the men behind her, holding her fingers to make her arms squeeze her tits.

The Chairman turned to the company's lawyer. "As long as there's no vaginal or anal penetration of any kind from us, there is no breach of contract," he stated, making Somi grin at the absurdity of the situation, since they were the ones building that contract.

With a nod from the men, and confident in every centimeter of her skin, she did not hesitate to strip. A single shoulder movement let her cardigan fall, followed by her shorts, revealing a pair of black panties that did nothing to cover her cunt. Knowing their eyes were on her, she quickly took her crop off and slid her panties down her legs. "How do they look?" She modeled her long, slim legs, posing to show her best angles.

"Just as I expected," the Chairman smirked, getting close to her, holding her by her waist with his left hand, making her flinch. "Don't forget I own you for as long as your contract is valid."

"No one owns…" The loud slap on her face caused her heart to skip a beat. The following tight grip on her neck brought her back to reality in an instant.

"I. Do." The Chairman's voice felt ominous, and yet, it shook her core, wetting her folds.

"Fuck," she mouthed, scanning his lips and the growth of his graying facial hair. She bit her lower lip, pressing her legs together.

"Everything you like," he reminded her in a whisper, pulling her close to his face to kiss her. She resisted for a couple of seconds, too aware of the itching his skin produced on her. The grip on her pipe tightened until she melted and kissed him back, taking her breath directly from him. "Remember that."

She nodded with a lustful smile. His hand released her neck. He didn't talk. He simply eyed down, and Somi knelt, quickly unbuckling his belt and releasing his semi-hard dick. With a light nod from him, she sucked on it, pumping his blood to harden it.

"You were right," he expressed to the manager. "She truly knows how to suck a cock."

Somi quickly turned to see her manager. "Told you," he mouthed with a bit of regret in his eyes. She blew him a kiss and signaled him to get closer. Her manager was just a pawn for them, obliged to share any valuable information. She held no grudge against him. If anything, she was thankful that, thanks to him, a series of bitter experiences was, at the very least, bittersweet. Now it was up to her to enjoy it.

Without losing focus on the blowjob, she quickly spat on her hand and took the familiar shaft of her manager to stroke him just the way he liked it. His soft grunt raised her confidence enough to call the lawyer.

"Don't get shy now, old man," the Chairman scoffed. "We'll be the only ones using her mouth today," he declared, caressing her cheek while she smoothly took the layer's erect penis out.

Surrounded by their members, Somi showed off her multitasking skills. Starting from left to right, she stroked two of them at once while blowing the third. First, her manager. She did every maneuver he loved just enough to edge him, always flirting with her eyes. Then, the Chairman. She let herself be used, bobbing her head consistently at the pace he shoved his cock in her mouth, always suctioning his glans and keeping eye contact.

Lastly, the lawyer. He awakened something she had not rationalized. She knew her manager was in his late thirties and the Chairman was in his mid-forties, but the lawyer looked older, mainly because of his salt-and-pepper hair. His shaft, however, kept his young spirit.

"How old are you?" She asked him, getting in his groin to kiss and lick his sack.

"Turned fifty a month ago," he replied, quickly sharing a complicit half-smile with the Chairman. She laughed, suddenly capturing his manhood with her mouth and taking his length down her throat. "Is she always like this?" He asked the manager, controlling his groans.

"Only when she likes a response," he stated, moaning when she squeezed his girth and pulled him closer towards her.

Willingly exposed, hungry, and at a clear disadvantage, Somi saw no point in pretending. Her wrists moved expertly through their spit-covered cocks, going from one to the other, letting them slap her face with their meat, spread her droll through her cheeks, and grope her tits as they pleased.

She missed the arousal of multiple warm, slippery shafts poking her cheeks and the careless handling of her body. The occasional hair-tugging made her squirm, and the constant pinching of her clear nipples, pulling them towards them was fun. She loved to feel them fight for her attention just as much as the lack of control. That would be her drive for the rest of the day.

Soon, the lawyer held her head, grunting. Somi gladly swallowed his dick, sucking it with drunken eyes.

"Paint her face," the Chairman instructed, making her grin. She let go of his girth and sat obediently, placing her hands behind her back, pouting as the lawyer slapped her cheek with his shaft until his jizz landed right under her eye.

Somi smiled warmly, waiting for him to finish so she could suck his tip one more time to take any remaining drops of cum directly from the penis that, in her mind, was as old as the one that brought her to this world. The mere thought made her engulf his manhood until her manager pulled her head towards him. "How do I look?" She purred, massaging his balls with one hand and stroking the Chairman with the other.

"Exactly like what you are," he scoffed, subtly patting her head three times. "A pretty cum dump," he chuckled, watching her mouth those exact words at the same time. Then, he exploded, landing the first shot of semen directly on her left eye, spreading his load throughout her face, including her forehead.

Battling to open her sticky eye, she leered at the Chairman as she licked the tip of the manager, making a whole erotic performance out of it. "Can I?" She asked, using her best dumb slut face to get close to his glans.

"Finish the job," he ordered without touching her head.

Somi willingly took him back into her mouth and sucked him to the best of her ability, quickly pumping more and more blood to his tip while her tongue swirled around it. It didn't take long for him to groan, announcing his climax. Somi finished him, suctioning his cock while her tongue licked his slit until his load was enough for her to swish loudly. She opened her mouth for him to see her tongue disappearing in the forming pool of semen while her eyes crossed.

"I trust you, gentlemen, will also want a copy of this, right?" He growled, shooting the last ropes of his seed onto her upper lip.

Somi hummed, keeping her mouth open and tilting her head.

"Oh, didn't we tell you? We've got cameras in different places to capture every angle." The Chairman stroked his dick slowly as she scanned the place, finding more and more little cameras. "Don't worry, we'll give you a copy so you can see how much of a… What was it? Pretty cum dump you are."

She giggled, gargled his load, ensuring every millimeter of her teeth and gums was painted by his sperm before swallowing it loudly. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, moving her tongue to show there were no remains. "I know I look gorgeous covered in cum," she purred as she stood up, holding the manager's and the lawyer's shafts. "It's a shame this is the only bit of cum that I'll get today," she whispered, getting close to the Chairman's face.

He didn't flinch. He only grinned, admiring the plaster of semen on her whole face. "A shame, really," he agreed, holding her heavy tit and pinching her nipple. "Now get ready. People are waiting, and I want to fuck you."

Somi grinned and chuckled, tiptoeing and sticking her tongue to lick his lip. "I hope you like my elite pussy," she whispered before stepping back with her manager, who had already collected her clothes. Just as they made eye contact, he signaled her to follow him to the cubicle.

"I am dripping right now," she chuckled when he closed the door. "Did you see how he choked me?" She hummed, remembering the feeling, the lack of agency. She ran her fingers through her folds to collect a bit of her nectar, licking her digits. "Want some?"

"I think I'm good, thank you," he replied, folding her clothes and patting the bench for her to get on it.

"What is it? You never look so blue after you paint my face," she scoffed as she jumped to sit on what will be her habitat for the rest of the day. "Don't you like it when I drink other people's cum?" Somi pouted, stretching her leg to make him turn.

He sighed and rolled his eyes, quickly turning to her and pulling her from her nipples. She whined, but kept her aroused face. "I know the kind of slut you are. I don't fucking care whose load you swallow. I just can't tell you what's getting on my nerves right now, okay?" He twisted her nipples and released them.

"Gosh, I love it when you do that," Somi sighed. "Is it the catch in this whole thing?" She asked, pulling him closer with her leg.

He didn't say anything. "Just remember, they are the ones pulling the strings."

"I know," she chuckled. "I know that too damn well. Whatever happens, I won't blame you one bit!" Her hands ran up his torso. "I would kiss you right now, but I don't want to mess up my skin care routine," she joked to lighten the mood. "Whatever is causing that stress, that anger… Use it to fuck me later, alright?" She added, taking so he could hug her.

"Oh, you know I will," he replied, quickly pulling her hair, forcing her to lie down. "But I have to get you ready."

Somi got through the hole in the wall. As she grew comfortable, her manager explained that once she was secured, she wouldn't be able to get out until they were done with her. "It'll be your fault if I fall asleep here," she grimaced, stretching her arms as he secured her waist, adding a padlock after the belt was tight enough to keep her in place, but barely loose enough for her to breathe. After that, he pressed a button that inflated the circumference of the hole surrounding her lower belly, leaving no space for her to see beyond the chamber, or for anyone outside to peek inside. 'That's a bummer,' she thought. "Will you help me with my legs?" She asked cutely.

"I'll do more than that," he replied, running his fingers through her torso before lowering the barrier for her face. It stopped under her collarbone. The mechanism was simple. A two-way mirror with the lower end shaped to allow some movement, and secured with a padded edge to avoid any accidents. It looked sturdy and fairly lightweight, judging by how he moved it before getting out.

He had left her phone handy, knowing the possibility of her getting bored was genuine, not just a joke. She remembered the small holes on her sides and decided to close them, as an extra treat if she felt like doing more later. Wiggling her toes, she decided to make a video call to a friend. Luckily for her, the barrier allowed her to move her arms under it as she pleased. Even better for her, her friend answered quickly.

"You whore! Whose cum is that?" Chaeyoung asked, happily surprised by the plaster semen on her friend's face.

"My manager's, and one of the company's lawyers," Somi replied proudly, brushing her finger on it to taste it.

"A lawyer? Are you tributing right now?"

"About to start. I think I'm getting my legs and pussy oiled right now," she chuckled, releasing a soft moan when his fingers ran through her outer lips, firmly grabbing her flesh.

"It seems? Can't you see what they're doing to you?"

"Noup!" She changed to the back camera to show her point of view. Her plump tits took up most of the camera at the beginning, forcing her to raise her arm.

"Whoa! You truly can't see shit of what's happening outside. Do you know how many are in line waiting?"

"No clue," Somi shrugged, giggling to hold the tickling caused by her manager as he oiled her feet. She returned to selfie mode. "All I know is that they're company people and they could bring guests, so no idea."

"You have to show me how foamy your pussy gets with all that cum!"

"I'd love to, but they're wearing condoms today." She rolled her eyes, running her finger through her face. "This is all the cum I'm getting today, apparently."

"Boo! At least they can also play with your tits!"

"Wait!" Somi saw the Chairman's hand entering the chamber to grab her tit, pinching and pulling her nipple.

"We'll start in a minute," he announced, patting her flat stomach.

"Let me see your face when the first guy gets into your cunt," Chaeyoung requested, clearly starting a screen recording.

"You read my mind," Somi chuckled. She signaled for her to be quiet as she heard the Chairman welcome the guests, mentioning that, while some of them stated they were only there to watch and jerk off, if there were still condoms available and they felt like it, they could put one on and shove it in the 'magnificent cunt' in front of them. Her soles wrinkled unconsciously, provoking the awe of the to-be participants.

"You can grope her, lick what you can of her, fuck her cunt or her ass. Please be mindful of the next person and her well-being. We'd like her to accept another invitation in the future. Keep her lubed. Follow the rules, and you'll be allowed to stay until we're done with her. Break them, and not only will you be taken home, but you'll be thrown naked outside of your house and left without a job. Even if you're not working for me." His tone at the end was dead serious. It caused fear in the listeners, but calm for her.

"Now," he continued, running his hand through her thigh. "The lucky ones. Enjoy."

She shuddered suddenly at the touch of at least six hands grabbing her long legs and feet. Quickly, another pair spread her folds, and two more hands went into the chamber, testing the quality of her breasts. Murmurs between the men, talking about her fit body and firm tits, generated more enthusiasm between them, but a tongue running wide through her petals made her moan softly.

"What?" Chaeyoung asked, a bit confused.

Somi focused on the slight itchiness caused by his facial hair rubbing against her sensitive core. "I think the Chairman's eating my cunt," she whispered with a smile, gathering the semen on her skin to eat it.

"You look really hot sucking that cum."

"Oh, I know!" Somi replied. They laughed as his tongue explored her entrance, and the other men shoved her feet into their mouths. With no other option, she gladly enjoyed the experience, releasing moans and trying to flirt with the camera capturing her from the ceiling, thinking her friend would see her later.

The men massaging her tits seemed adorable to her. 'They have me at their disposal, and they are barely squeezing them,' she thought. Her left hand ventured to clasp one of their hands to firmly grab her own udder. The man understood quickly and repeated the action himself before she did the same with the other hand. Soon, both of them were playing harder with her nipples.

The fun, however, came to an end sooner than she expected. Her expression made Chaeyoung laugh.

"You gentlemen can keep going as you like," the Chairman voiced, stepping away from Somi's pussy. She became expectant, already imagining his veiny manhood getting into her body, but instead, a thunderous whipping sound caused her bald cunt to burn as she grunted. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and a second whiplash made her shiver.

"Now that sounds like my kind of fun," Chaeyoung murmured.

"Kind of understand why you like it so much," Somi panted, yelping at the fourth smack, harder than the rest. The impact left her hips shaking until a loud whimper came out from the depths of her lungs in response to the abrupt insertion of the Chariman's shaft.

"He shoved his cock in you, didn't he?" The short woman asked, getting the phone closer to her face.

"Mhmm!" Somi let out, rolling her eyes as she felt him going in and out. "Fuck yeah," she exclaimed at the precise and surprisingly gentle rub on her clit.

'Everything you like,' echoed in her mind. He was not kidding. Right there, she did not care how on earth he could know exactly how she liked to be pleasured; she just wanted more of that.

"Unnie," she moaned. "Sorry, I'm going to hang," she murmured before whining.

"They'll record everything, right?" her friend asked. Somi grinned, biting her lower lip and nodding. "We'll watch it later, then. Enjoy!" Noticing the blond woman was slowly getting drunk in lust, Chaeyoung ended the call.

With a glance, Somi confirmed it was over and set her phone aside, almost throwing it to ensure the men continued to handle her milkers roughly. They understood, sinking their fingers into her plump breasts, pinching and twisting her pale nipples as they wanted. She didn't love the lack of coordination among the people touching her body, but that added to the mental game of not being in control; that she loved, and a lot.

Knowing what was best for her, she let herself melt at the Chairman's ramming against her cunt. The way he stimulated her clit put her on the right path to her climax, although they would need to work her up a bit more. Earlier, she had purposefully avoided touching her vulva, and now, the realization that there was an unknown number of men outside, watching her being used like the whore she knew she was, increased her arousal even more. Before long, Somi felt her pussy tickling, announcing she was getting close to her orgasm.

'Oh, please no!' She thought, feeling the change of pace in the Chairman, and the hands groping her tits leave. At least the people massaging and licking her feet and toes were still fully on them, but her mental progress towards her climax was cut short.

She huffed, accepting her loss as the cock inside her began twitching and his thrusts became harder. 'How hard was it to just shove it raw?' She lamented to herself, faking an orgasm. She knew more than anything that there was no better way to boost a man's ego than making him believe his dick could send a woman to heaven and back to earth. She also knew businessmen's egos could be fragile, so it was better to play along, making a whole number for him and the cameras.

She rolled her eyes, sending her head back as she raised her voice so everyone could hear her high-pitched whimpers. Her cunt clenched around his girth, and her hips shook arrhythmically. She continued for a bit after he stopped, consciously trying to squeeze his load onto the condom.

"Now, isn't she lovely?" He said, proud of himself, withdrawing his girth from her pulsating walls.

Somi kept her fake post-orgasm expression. 'Maybe if I hadn't blown him, he would have lasted longer… Maybe he did it on purpose', she wondered, remembering his words from earlier and how good his hand felt around her neck.

"Please, let's add every trophy where it belongs," he voiced, tying the condom to her leg garter. "And now, enjoy yourselves."

Her train of thought was interrupted by a stinging whip that landed directly over her clit. She groaned, twisting in her place in a mixture of pain and pleasure. 'How the fuck did…' Another louder, equally precise hit landed on Somi's pussy, but still focused on her clitoris, making her squirm and contract her toes for their delight.

She heard a murmur, followed by yet another whip. This time, it landed slightly lower, spreading through her vulva, making her pink cunt look more vibrant. She learnt something new about her body, she could cum with that kind of abuse, and she liked it more than she'd like to admit. 'Chaeyoung unnie will have a feast with me later,' she chuckled, for a moment before gasping loudly.

A cock quickly stretched her asshole, forcing his way into her rectum until her buttcheeks clapped with the man's pelvis. Before any idea could form, a new set of people gathered around her body, holding her legs, licking her feet, and shoving their hands into the holes to grab her breasts. Every man touching a part of Somi was rougher than the previous batch, biting her thighs and calves, swirling their tongues through her toes, and aggressively torturing her nipples. Probably, if it weren't for the whipping from a few moments ago, the abrupt insertion into her puckerhole would have burned more than it did.

However, with all the hands running through her body, she had to focus on the shaft's girth and length. The way he held her upper thighs, the angle at which he fucked her could likely mean just one person. She clenched her rim three times, as quickly as her muscles allowed her. He replied, tapping three times on her thigh. Her manager.

Somi grinned, happy that he was releasing his tension and anger on her. He could have moved elsewhere ages ago, leaving her alone, to the mercy of whatever Private Affairs Manager was assigned to her. Instead, despite all the stress she caused him, he stayed.

Years ago, after a night of drinking, an idea of her, she had gotten him drunk and taken him to her bed. He woke up to her naked body next to her, still stinking of alcohol. His sudden escape from bed woke her up. She reassured him that she wanted to have sex with him, that she had started every move, and that she wanted to compensate him for all the hard work he had done for her. After that, and a clumpy round of hangovered sex, whenever she saw him pressing his fingers on his temples, she looked for an opportunity to blow him or have him unload his seed inside her holes. Right there, beyond the pleasure of his manhood reshaping her guts, she felt an even greater satisfaction that he had taken her offer.

He was, indeed, fucking her butthole as hard as he could. She could hear his grunts through the audience's murmurs. Without a warning, he stepped back, leaving her pucker hole gaping for a moment before he returned, impaling Somi's ass again as if he never left. He knew how to pound her ass in just the right way to bring her back to the plateau of her orgasm, and even better for her, he knew perfectly how to shut down her brain.

Her trust in him was rewarded sooner than she expected. One of his hands ran through her body, beginning from her bald cunt and slowly reaching to her folds. She giggled at his familiar touch, even more at the soft pinching his digits and his cock made as he explored her cunt.

"Mhmm!" She exclaimed loudly, causing the other men groping her body to also be rougher with her. That did wonders for her, but her body was focusing on her holes. The right curl, the right amount of pressure, the right speed to keep her on edge. Then, a hard foreign object slid into her pussy, guided by his fingers. 'No, he would not,' she rambled.

"Oh! Fuck me!" Somi grunted, quickly shaking her hips against his manhood. Her manager had shoved a lush vibrator. In a smooth movement, he turned it on and pressed it against her G-spot while he kept ramming her ass. For a moment, everything became overwhelming. The combined action of his feral thrusting on her butthole, his mercyless, precise fingering with the added vibration of the toy, the pull and pinch of her nipples, the bites on her legs, and the never-ending licking of her soles and toes. Everything hit her nervous system at once, causing her to feel her first real climax of the day.

She tried to hold it as much as she could. Her toes stretched and contracted erratically, wrinkling her soles as their mouths kept savoring them. Her legs bent as if trying to close, limited by the shackles on her ankles. Unable to arch her back as much as she wanted because of the belt on her waist, her body directed her tension to her hands, quickly grabbing her plump tits, diverting the men's focus to her nipples for a proper, painful twist of her udders as she squeezed them for them.

Then, a loud spank, so hard she could feel the shape of his hand burning throughout the orgasm that released. "Yes, yes, more!" She let out in a thunderous cry. "Fucking use me!" Somi whimpered, convulsing through a climax that seemed eternal.

The fingers tweaking her nipples pinched them so hard she did not understand how the pleasure running through her body eclipsed the pain completely. Somi loved having men praising her legs, worshiping her feet, causing the tickling tongues and mouths on her legs and soles felt twice as much. But what flooded her mind was the perfect sync of her manager's cock and his digits working her holes as angrily as he could. The vibrator on his fingers multiplied every sensation in and out of her body. Somi enjoyed every second of it, letting her vaginal and anal walls grip onto her manager without any restraint.

Confused, she noticed her orgasm decreasing. When she looked down, the hands handling her nipples were different. "When?" She panted with a smile, still drunk on the pounding she was getting on her puckered hole, clenching without control.

Right when she was regaining control of her holes, she felt his manhood throbbing inside her, followed by a set of rougher thrusts and curling of his fingers. "That's right! Give it to me! Shoot it all!" She moaned, trying to tighten her butthole for him until his pelvis slammed as deep inside her as he could. 'I need him to fuck me like that raw,' she laughed to herself.

Her manager, however, was not done. He quickly withdrew his shaft, leaving her asshole gaping and the vibrator buzzing in her cunt while he tied the used condom on her leg garter. Before she could react any further, and still under the mist of her orgasm, Somi felt his fingers re-entering her slit, firmly pressing on her G-spot, making her whine. Same hand, his dominant one, but different grip. More comfortable for him, easier for him to apply force on her insides.

"If anybody wants a drink, you'd better step forward," he announced to the men waiting in line.

"This motherfucker…" She sighed, hearing the men outside the chamber walk, curse, and even praise their deities as they knelt right in front of her pussy. The men groping her boobs left her rest for a moment to enjoy the show. 'Gosh, I'd love to see their faces,' she thought, considering how much people were scanning her folds and her pink, currently gaping, asshole. 'Nayeon unnie will love this,' she giggled, knowing perfectly well what was next for her sensitive core.

Her manager's left hand slid through her smooth pubis, reaching for her clit. Three gentle taps, and he rubbed Somi's sensitive bean as he frantically fingered her, putting all of his might onto her G-spot. Her reaction was immediate. Her body shook violently, contorting her locked legs and spreading her toes. Inside the chamber, she squirmed as much as the tight belt in her stomach allowed her. Feeling how sturdy the structure felt, she surrendered herself to the pleasure he was giving her.

Her insides relaxed fully, her hands ran freely through her massive rack, and her mouth let free a series of whimpers begging him to keep going. The crescendo was quick and violent. One moment, Somi felt her body screaming as her cunt dripped her nectar in a consistent flow; the other one, her mind went blank.

Her climax hit her like a train. Her eyes rolled back, and she tweaked her nipples harder than she had ever twisted them herself. When her manager removed his left hand and withdrew his fingers from her cunt to fiercely rub her clit, she exploded. Her core began a series of strong contractions that resulted in at least three rows of men getting sprayed with her squirt.

He admired Somi's pussy turning into a fountain, pushing the lush vibrator as a projectile as her urethra expanded to release the translucent liquid over the desperate men in front of him. Three powerful blasts gushed out of her cunt, aimed by his fingers to reach as many heads as possible. The following jetstreams were weaker, allowing two of the men closest to her cunt to get closer and catch some with their mouths and have a proper taste of her juices.

Somi's body was as sensitive as an exposed nerve. The shackles on her ankles, the belt around her waist, the bench beneath her, her manager's fingertips brushing her smooth pubis; every new signal made her muscles contract, ejecting every bit of squirt out of her cunt until her body had nothing else to release.

"You heard the boss," her manager voiced, getting everyone's attention, including what little conscious Somi was regaining. "Enjoy yourselves," he reminded them, spanking her pink, glistening cunt as hard and as loud as he could, causing her to grunt, moan, and giggle as her body contorted in place. He admired her holes, pushing themselves out and contracting back. Before the swarm of mostly naked men surrounded him, he walked away.

Left alone, locked in place, and feeling like a bitch in heat, a new wave of men quickly took Somi's body. This time, two different guys were eating her cunt and her ass respectively, swirling their tongues as deep inside her holes as they could. She needed more. Shaking, she reached for the little holes on her sides to open them before taking some lube from the dispensers and sticking out her hands.

"Dude!" One of the men, grabbing her tits, barked. He squeezed her right boob harder and pinched her nipple, adding a little twist until it slipped from his fingers when he took his arm out. He peeked through the hole, admiring her clear nipples, noticing she was reaching out for more dicks willingly. "There's room for two more!" He announced, moving closer to get his handjob.

She guided his manhood inside the chamber as another cock appeared in her left hand. As soon as another pair of hands got in to take hold of her milkers, her lust took the best of her. In an attempt to make the best of her situation, Somi removed the two-way mirror from her clavicle, not caring about the possibility of someone peeping and discovering who she really was.

Right when a new shaft entered her cunt, she crunched towards the penis on her right, trying her hardest to reach it with her mouth. She grunted, clenching her fists and stroking their girths. 'It'd need to be twice as long for me to reach the tip,' she whined, lying flat on the bench for a second before trying something else. Risking being seen, she let go of one dick to reach underneath the bench, finding the buckle that kept her torso restricted.

"Damn it!" She grunted between her panting and moaning from the energetic thrusts in her sensitive cunt. 'A fucking lock?' She realized her manager had added it earlier while she got comfortable. She was so relaxed that she didn't even notice. Either way, that surely wasn't his idea. Throwing her head back, she quickly reached for the mirror, catching a glimpse of a masked man through the hole where a dick should have been.

Her heart sank as she secured the barrier. Murmurs got louder by the second. Hands got in and out of the holes so they could take a peek. No one else saw her face. His dick went back to the hole, and she immediately stroked it.

"I told you, man, she looked like Somi!"

"You must be crazy."

"She was identical!"

"They surely hired a similar whore just for us to get hornier with the idea."

"I know what I saw, man. And those tits are about the right size for her."

After that, every man getting a part of them through the holes would take a glance inside the chamber, not only to admire her rack and perfect skin, but also to try to confirm the theory. Everyone agreed that, even if the slut they were fucking was not Somi, she was the best next thing.

The scare reminded her of her place in that room. A toy to be used by them, with no agency or freedom to do anything that was not previously allowed by them. Even if she were not locked as she was, she would have given herself to the hoard of horny men, although if her body were free, she would surely enjoy it way more. Past that point, things became a bit monotone for her, except for a few highlights.

The ropes of cum that made it to her skin sometimes landed on the hands of whoever was groping her udders, making her laugh a bit. She tasted it, eating the first bits, passing it down with a bit of water until she grew bored of the taste. Somi collected the following loads in an empty water bottle.

Some men, eager to try as much of her body as they could, fucked her cunt and butt, shoving their cocks from one hole to the other until they came. There was also a point where four people ran a train fucking her puckerhole with no lube, which, on the positive side, became a rest for her pussy, but also resulted in her pink rim burning. Luckily, the following guy wanted both holes and added a generous amount of lubricant to both entrances from the start.

Few guys dared to use some of the toys at their disposal. Some, however, did so in some creative enough ways to bring her mind back to what was being done to her body. One guy duct-taped one of the lush vibrators to her clit and set it up at the lowest level. 'Not the best way to do that, but it will do if they leave it there,' Somi scoffed, enjoying the feeling.

Someone had finally decided to try the anal beads. This was not the usual set with beads that grow in thickness; it had five rubber beads, each a little less than four centimeters in diameter. Thankfully, he had lubed them well enough to shove the whole thing inside of her anus before he rammed her pussy. The sensation was equally arousing and surprising. She had shoved toys that large up her butt in the past, but it was on her own free time, terms, and control. Now, she had no say on when it would go out or when they would fuck her ass with that toy. Regardless, she enjoyed the feeling of having something buried so deep inside her guts alongside the constant rubbing of a dick against the hard rubber through her walls.

Then, trouble began. After a couple more guys used her cunt while the beads were still deeply shoved in her rectum, the following guy wanted to have a bit more fun with her. Even though he started with her pussy, his grip on her thigh let Somi know he had taken one of the dildos from the box. The man only fucked her for a minute before he took a step back from her slit. He took the handle from the anal beads and, in one strong, uncontained movement, pulled them all out of her guts.

She grunted as her eyes rolled back and her body shuddered. Somi felt as if her ass turned inside out. Her cunt dripped a weak trail of pee as proof of how that strong sensation messed her up. Unaware of how badly her ass looked, but sure she was gaping greatly, the man impaled his length into her butthole, followed by an abrupt insertion in her pussy.

Whoever he was, the man had a rhythmic talent to fuck. In just two thrusts, he had already perfected how to smoothly drill her ass and folds, fully shoving the dildo or his cock into her body while he pulled out the other, ensuring both phalluses pinched her thin walls throughout his turn with her.

"Keep going! Please, please keep going like that!" She whimpered. In response, he raised the vibrator's level to medium. "Yes!" Somi exclaimed, taking that moment to its fullest. Again, she quickly reached for the men groping her tits. This time, she held their hands for a firm breast massage, giving her nipples a rest before taking more lube from the dispensers and grabbing the throbbing shafts on her sides, rubbing their mushroom tips before stroking their full lengths just as passionately as she was getting pounded.

"No, no, no! Just a little longer!" She whined at the sensation of his thrusts getting harder and his dick pulsating inside her walls. To her demise, despite the good hand and hip coordination, he was still just a man, too selfish to care about her pleasure, or perhaps, too cruel to torture her, getting her close to the plateau of her climax only for him to suddenly stay still as he filled the rubber enveloping his manhood until he was done with her.

"Come on! Just a bit more of that! Please!" Somi begged, moving her hips to fuck herself with his now semi-erect cock, clenching her ass his length in an attempt to get him hard again.

"Pettyfull," the man chuckled, taking his meat out of Somi's pink butthole, leaving the toy buried in her pussy. "I'd say she sounds better if we don't let her cum, but that's just me," he joked in an arrogant tone as he tied up his condom on her leg garter.

By then, she had already lost count of how many condoms she had on each leg, or how many times someone had released his jizz on her hands. She knew, however, that the amount of semen weighing down her garters had surely stretched them beyond repair, and that only seven of them had managed to cum with enough force to reach her body on the bench.

The next man in line for her holes was just as memorable as the last one, but not for his skills. Amidst her whining for more, he shoved three fingers inside her rectum, moving them in circles until the dildo fell out of Somi's pussy. Then, he used the same three digits to finger her folds before shoving the toy up her ass and his dick in her cunt.

His thrusts were short. She was unsure if it was because of the disappointing length he possessed, or because he was trying to, in his own way, also fuck her with the dildo. Either way, she soon learnt that the toy, for whatever reason, had no flared base or rubber balls to stop it.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Somi begged as she tried to push the dildo out when she felt it getting dangerously narrower at its end. "Take it out! Please take it out!" She yelled, letting go of the cocks on her sides.

"Dude, what's the deal? This whore just pushed us away."

Somi's exhaustion and the reshaping of her rectum caused by the anal beads were enough for her attempts to be in vain. Her anus had swallowed the dildo completely, and her puckered hole had shut tight despite her constant pushing.

Afraid of what that could lead to, especially with the constant pounding she was receiving in her cunt, she begged them to stop as she felt the toy slowly getting deeper into her body.

"Fucking hell," she heard in the background. A familiar irritated tone. More murmurs. "What? Get the fuck out of my way!" He was angrier, getting closer. 'My danm hero,' she thought, panting with a tint of relief.

"Hey, what's your problem, man?" The lame, hardened cock left her pussy alone.

"Take this bastard out of here and add him to the black list… I can't believe I still have to ask for a little common sense," he sneered, tapping on Somi's pubis three times as the men grabbing her udders and waiting for her to stroke their cocks left their positions to see what the commotion was. He shoved his middle and ring fingers as deeply inside her anus as he could. She felt him move the dildo, but there was no way for him to grab it. "Fuck it," he growled.

Her manager patted her thigh again. Three times. Calmer, softer. Then, he shoved three fingers into her cunt, directly reaching for her G-spot. She knew what to do. He cranked the vibrator to its maximum and repeated the process as before.

Despite his familiarity with her folds, Somi's nervousness delayed her forced orgasm. She needed to make sure that her contractions would not get the toy lost deeper in her intestines, so she held on to her climax until she felt it was right.

"Come on, you dumb slut, come for me one more time," he grunted, loud enough for her to listen as his fingers hit the right spot with enough force for the audience to see her pubis move from within. "Just push it all out, damn it."

She exploded. He could feel through her pussy how she was avoiding contractions and putting extra energy into pushing out. He made an extra effort to push his fingers upward to avoid any contact with the dildo through her walls.

Somi was tweaking in place, feeling her squirt spill all over the place, running through her asscheeks until the toy was expelled from her puckerhole. She smirked as he kept on with his fingering, this time pressing on her bladder, intensifying the sensation through her body until she reached her peak.

Without a word, he left her trembling, panting. The holes of the chamber closed, and a new set of men took her legs, feet, and holes, licking every millimeter as she contorted in place.

"Stay away if you know what's good for you." Somi heard him as he opened the door. His tone was a threat. Two men agreed, murmuring, and he closed the room.

Somi turned to her left and giggled devilishly. "I owe you something for saving me from a really embarrassing visit… To the doctor," she grinned and moaned as she shuddered. "Sorry for the shirt," she scoffed, scanning the wet stains of her squirt throughout his clothes.

"At least you're fully alert now." He shook his head, placing a folder on his side as he caressed her hair.

"Give me that pretty cock of yours. Let me repay you," Somi said, almost purring as she reached for his buckle. He did not hesitate to help her and took his dick out, letting her latch onto it after taking the barrier off her shoulders. "You have no idea how cruel it is to have so many cocks and can't suck one single penis over here!"

"I can get the idea," he chuckled. "You're not going to ask what's in the folder?"

"No. You'll tell me either way," she affirmed, sucking his dick as she hollowed her cheeks to release it with a loud pop. "Am I wrong?"

"Don't make me hate you even more."

"I'd be… Incapable of doing that," she pouted amidst her moans. Somi let her face softly fall on his shaft, engulfing it completely until her lips touched the base of his cock.

"I'm not so sure about it," he joked, feeling her tongue sticking out to lick the underside of his manhood and his sack. "Somi, they're offering to clear your debt if you serve one more man tonight… Raw."

She took out his shaft from her throat very slowly, licking his tip as it got out. "Just one more guy? What's the catch? He's sick or something?" She asked with a confident smile, covering her lips with the drool hanging from his glans.

"He's clean, but I can't say any details about him. Everything's in the folder, though."

"Then fuck it. Or let him f-fuck me however he wants," she chuckled, whimpering halfway through as a new dick entered her pussy.

"Somi… Please read the damn contract," he sighed, holding a grunt caused by her tongue swirling through every crease of his tip as she stroked him.

She huffed. "I gave up on counting how many strangers have fucked me today, like thirty minutes after we started. Nevermind about the ones who've touched me. I don't know how long I'll still have to stay here, so I couldn't care less if there's one guy who gets to fill my womb today." She pouted. "I just wish that out of all of them it would have been you or the Chairman," Somi grimaced before capturing his tip again.

"Read. The damn. File."

She muffled, imitating his rhythm with his cock in her mouth. "Just give me the pen, or do I have to sign it with blood?" She chukled, stretching her hand.

"Don't say I didn't try to warn you." He passed her the document and a pen. She stopped the blowjob for a moment just to sign it and handed it back to him.

"Now relax, fuck my face and cum wherever you want," she grinned wickedly, opening her mouth for him.

As she requested, he used her throat, making her gurgle as she hummed and moaned happily, looking at his eyes until her tight pipe took him to his climax. "You're making it harder to hate you," he exclaimed, holding a little longer. She giggled, smiling proudly with teary eyes, keeping eye contact as his hands pressed her skull against his groin and he shot his load directly onto her throat. "One of these a week and you'd be worth all the trouble."

Somi wiggled her head side to side, as a tear shed down her cheek, right before she took him out of her mouth, sealing his girth with her lips to maintain all her drool in her mouth. She swallowed it all with a loud gulp and opened her mouth for him. "Either I'm very good at sucking your cock, or I'm not giving you enough trouble," she grinned. "Which one is it?"

He scoffed, shaking his head. "Better for me if you don't know."

"Either way, if I give you more trouble, I'd need to blow you more often, right?"

"Oh, fuck you, Somi," he laughed.

"I'm getting fucked right now, in case you forgot what's happening down there," she giggled, pursing her lips and pointing to her hips.

"Give them twenty more minutes."

He was right. He opened the chamber's holes and stepped out of the cubicle. Once he was outside, he kissed one of Somi's soles and confirmed the number of condoms left. He distributed the remaining rubbers as he told them that if they wanted to have a chance to touch her, they'd better jerk off to speed things up.

For the rest of the men, he made them sign a list so they could be contacted first when the next elite slut is available for an event like this. Upset, but knowing they had no chance or voice in the matter, they left.

By the twenty-minute mark, the last man put his condom on and had his fun with Somi, fucking her ass as he fingered her pussy, taking her juices to his mouth.

"Man, she tastes so fucking good," he told the manager, shoving his digits into her cunt again.

"Tell me about it," he laughed, crossing his arms, watching him finish.

For Somi, while the experience was entertaining and pleasurable, she had become numb to the motion. All things considered, the point was to make her feel used. Checked. And for them to have a treat. Checked.

She picked up her phone, realizing there had been at least three hours since her call with Chaeyoung had ended. Some quick math was enough to confirm that she had broken her personal record for the number of men using her holes in a single day, at least four times over.

Once the last man was done, he thanked the manager for the magnificent pussy he had gotten for the staff and their guests. The manager took the compliment and went into the cubicle.

"That guy also had a rubber," Somi pouted at him, frowning.

"Yeah, I need to get you ready before the man gets here."

She pretended to be shocked by his words, taking the bottle where she had collected the cum that landed on her body. "Am I not presentable enough?" She asked, letting a trail of semen fall on her lips and run down her neck.

"Matter of fact, you'll stay locked. Even more so than before, I'm afraid," he replied, using his finger to pick up the sperm from her neck and shoving the finger in her mouth for her to suck. "But trust me, if he could see you whole, he'd remember you for the rest of his life."

"That'll do, then. Get me ready!" Somi giggled, wiggling her tits.

He asked her to clean any trace of jizz from her skin and to rehydrate. After pushing the button to deflate the circumference, sealing her torso, he went back to her legs to clean them before sitting in front of her ass. "I know your holes are a bit desensitized. This will help you feel anything pretty much as if you were just starting again."

"Huh?" Somi crutched a bit, now being able to see past the chamber. She cooed as her manager shoved a couple of fingers covered in lube inside her cunt, reaching for her cervix. "Can we use that later?" She requested, clearly enjoying his touch.

"If you want. We can take this bottle with us." He was focused on getting the sleek liquid properly spread through her walls. He sighed. "Remember I'm just following orders, alright?" Without a response from her, even though he had her full attention, he repeated the process, this time with her asshole.

Somi let her moans free throughout the process, relaxing her pink rim so he could do his job. "Whoa, that again?" Her eyes widened at the sensation of the anal beads entering her rectum again.

"The Chairman wants you to show him your gape." His tone was serious.

"Do you think this guy would like it?" She bit her lips, fully cooperating to get the last ball inside of her.

"It will leave an impression on him. That's for sure." He sighed, cleaning the excess lube from Somi's groin, leaving her pussy glistening enough to show her arousal, and her puckeredhole hugging the toy's handle before getting back with her.

"Will he know he's fucking me? I can make my 'oh you're so big' face for him," she joked, crossing her eyes and sticking out her tongue.

"You'd know that already if you had read the contract, but no." He scanned her skinny body, large breasts, and pretty face. "Give me your hands," he requested, standing next to her head.

"I was beginning to wonder if these were for me or for someone else," Somi scoffed with a smirk.

"With risk of inflating your ego even more, this whole chamber was built with you in mind," he explained, securing her wrists at the level of her head with the handcuffs, ensuring these were tight.

"Will I be at his full mercy, then?" She wondered, barely letting her hesitation show.

"You'll be what you've always been: The perfect fuck-doll. But he'll be the one playing with you until he's satisfied." His voice was clear, factual. The same tone he uses when there's some bad news hidden. He ran a leather strap behind her neck.

"No talking either?" She pursed her lips, raising her eyebrows as she admired the ball gag and the small orifices it had to allow breathing.

"Any last words?"

"Can we book this place for later? Just you and me?" Somi winked at him, blowing a kiss.

He sighed, almost laughing. "I won't be kind to you," he reassured her, putting the ball in her mouth and securing it. She tried to talk, but gave up quickly as she could not comprehend her own mumbling. Before her manager got out, he secured her head with the belt.

Her heart pounded loudly. Tens of men had just used her. She was sure each leg was carrying well over twenty used condoms, her trophy of the night, along with the bottle of cum she had by her side. It wasn't until he lowered the mirrored barrier and left the chamber that she felt anxious about letting this random man fill her womb.

Time felt eternal. The chill breeze from the AC had already hardened her nipples and given her goose bumps all over her body. She could barely feel her legs, but she could feel her juices slowly running from her pussy down her butthole, making her even more conscious about the twenty-five centimeters of rubber stuck on her guts, waiting to be removed by this stranger. Right when her mind began to fantasize about it, the door opened.

"Enjoy yourself," she heard the Chairman say before the door closed.

Somi tried to look up, kept in place by the belt holding her head. 'Nothing left to do but enjoy it, I guess,' she thought, listening to the man undress.

A small moan came out of her lungs at the touch of his lips on her right sole. His mouth ran through her long legs, taking his time to enjoy her smooth skin and to admire the set of condoms hanging from each leg. Slowly, he let himself touch more and more of her until his fingers sank into her thighs. His rough skin added to the mystery of him, and a firm spank on her ass turned her nervousness into desire.

She felt his breath right over her pussy, followed by a blow produced by his sigh. His hands ventured inside the chamber to get a proper hold of her midriff. The damn belt that locked her in place ruined the tight grip of his fingers compressing her waist until his fingers touched.

His hands went up to her udders. A soft massage, causing Somi to release sweet coos until his fingers played with her sensitive nipples. He tested them, chuckling at the sweet moans that came out at every hard pinch or twist. 'No need to hide it,' she chuckled, feeling more comfortable in her place.

Then, his lips pressed on her bald pubis, getting lower and lower until he kissed her clitoris, and his tongue cupped her juices to eat her cunt. There was no need to guide him. Every kiss, every lick, every little combination of him exploring her folds and her hooded clit felt charged with hunger and intent. The experience itself was not going to take her to her climax, but it seemed that was not his purpose. She didn't mind. In fact, she could stay like that for a while, and she'd be satisfied.

A light pull and she became aware of the anal beads again. His lips abandoned her pussy, but his fingers entered the scene as he played with the beads, pulling one of them out, then back in. The controlled movement reminded her of how deep they reached inside of her.

His digits curled inside her pussy, exploring her depth and texture, as well as the way her inner walls adapted to the toy as this moved inside of her. She was sure his eyes were extra focused on how her puckeredhole stretched so easily at every pull. This led to the obvious next step.

Very slowly, he pulled more of the beads out of her rectum until only two remained inside of her. Somi felt the fingers in her cunt outlining the last ball through her walls, almost pushing it out of her ass. He took his fingers out of her pussy and used that palm to press her lower abdomen while he shoved them all back inside, making sure she felt it reshape her guts. Her soft moans had turned into nervous whimpers.

Once it was all inside of her, he pushed a little further, making her breathing turn heavier as the handle disappeared in her anus, which shut around his finger. He forced a second digit inside of her and curled them as a hook to get the toy. 'Not again,' Somi panted, before the man quickly pulled the whole set of beads out of her guts, leaving her trembling, leaking a bit of squirt, and gaping.

He threw the toy over her abs while he licked the circumference of her asshole, shoving his tongue inside of her. She was equally ashamed and aroused, impressed by how good it felt and how little control she had of her muscles. Somi let herself get lost in pleasure, releasing her increasingly louder moans as he ate her ass and pussy, playing with her tits at will, this time, almost making her cum.

Already in her plateau, he suddenly stopped, causing her to whine, clearly begging for more despite the lack of clarity of her pleas.

The next thing Somi felt was his tip, gently touching her gaping butthole before he impaled her. Her body was more than ready to welcome him, even though he was slightly girthier than the beads. She immediately moved her hips to feel his might, but his fingers quickly took a firm hold of her cunt, curling inside to keep her in place while he thrusted into her rectum.

His intention was clear: Enjoy her body. He was in no rush, and neither was she; not that she had any say on the matter. Somi let her body talk for her, allowing her instincts to take over her, clenching around his girth and his digits as she whimpered and swayed her hips for him.

When he had had enough, he kept her hips slightly raised just with the hook of his fingers. He pulled out of her gaping ass and fingered it with his free hand. She chuckled, clenching happily, letting him know she was ready for him.

Without making her wait any further, he shoved his whole length into her pussy.

The previous experience with the beads had altered her depth perception, but the quick hit on her cervix made Somi realize his actual size. 'Talk about save the best for last,' she thought, grunting as he pushed her womb to fit into her tight core.

Somi cried in pleasure, clenching her cunt around him in an attempt to feel every detail of him. His girth, his length, his veins, the shape of her glans. He was the biggest cock she had experienced that day.

Both stayed still. The subtle throbs of his meat reassured her he was enjoying her as much as she was.

In sync, both began to sway their hips. The friction of his flesh inside her walls felt so much more rewarding. She tightened her core just to feel the direct touch of his manhood, making up for all the covered dicks that used her in the past hours.

Her whimpers were clear. She loved the way he fucked her, and she wanted more.

He worked her towards her climax, keeping her on edge when he felt her pussy squeezing his girth every time he pulled out.

Somi let her needy side show. Her clenching became more obvious, and her moans became pleas.

Keeping the same pace, he added more fuel to the fire that would turn into her last orgasm of the night.

Her cries became desperate, begging him to pull the trigger. She knew he had her where he wanted, and she feared he could prolong it forever. Luckily, that was not the case.

His right hand moved to her cunt, shoving three fingers in addition to his shaft. 'Oh, fuck yes, please!' She thought, expressing it in a pathetic cry for more. Without breaking the rhythm of his deep thrusts, he attacked her G-spot.

Somi tried to hold it, prolong the feeling of the imminent explosion as much as she could, but his digits were too much for her. His relentless ramming and merciless curling of his fingers released a powerful climax where she shuddered, contorting every muscle of her body as her pussy squirted against his lower abdomen, spraying her juices all over the place.

The cherry on top, at the highest point of her orgasm, he also came. His warm seed hit the deepest part of her cunt. Somi could feel him twitching inside of her, releasing spurt after spurt of semen, filling her to the brim, flooding her cervix.

Through her convulsions, her legs still made a lame attempt to hug his hips to ensure he'd stay inside her. But even if she had no shackles holding her ankles, she had no force left in her limbs.

Slowly, Somi came back to reality, becoming aware of the sweat across her torso, the droplets of squirt on her midriff, and the mutual shivering she and the man shared.

They stayed there for a full minute, breathing heavily, occasionally clenching their genitals to know both of them were still conscious.

Carefully, he pulled out, and Somi fought through her own sensitivity to keep her pussy shut. That was the only load she could get inside her cunt that day, and she would not let it go to waste.

The man pulled her body towards him, only to kiss her sweaty abdomen and drink the puddle of squirt that was resting on her navel. With a kiss on her pubis, he dressed up. Before leaving, he spanked her, grabbing her ass firmly, and knelt to lick her still gaping asshole, saying his goodbye with a kiss on her clit.

Alone, restricted, and gagged, Somi laughed at herself. Whomever that was, he had given her one of the best orgasms of the last months, maybe of her year. After the consistent groping of the last hours, she enjoyed the calm after all had ended. Her mind flew, thinking of ways to celebrate clearing her debt after years of debuting.

Half an hour passed before her manager opened the door and quietly entered the chamber.

"Tell me you have the recording for the last one, please!" Somi's eyes widened as her smile took over her face.

"Every bit of it." Serious tone again. He released her head and arms.

"I get a copy of that, right?"

"I'll deliver it to your door," he sighed, watching her quickly reach for her pussy, shoving her ring and middle fingers to cup the still warm jizz from her insides before taking it to her mouth.

"Oh fuck! Not only was he good, but he also tastes delicious!" Somi made sure to suck her fingers clean before reaching for another dose of semen. "I don't know where you found this guy, but if he asks for me, give him my number. I'd let him fuck me again for free." She chucked, not caring about his concerned frown.

She let him do his stuff while she used her nails to get every last drop of his load to her mouth, including the traces hidden in the circumference of her cervix. Somi felt a rush of satisfaction and thrill, thinking that after half an hour, a part of it would stay inside her womb, accompanying her for the next few days.

"You don't mind about the garters, right?"

"You can keep them if you want," she joked, feeling the cold pair of scissors sliding between the fabric and her skin to cut it.

Her manager pressed a few specific points along the bench's edge before releasing her ankles from the shackles. With the help of two more pairs of hands, he pulled the bench with her on it.

She was surprised by how smoothly the upper layer of her resting place rolled outside the chamber. Somi was relieved that the other men were the Chairman and the lawyer. One kept her still while the other fixed the new support points for her. Once secured, her manager lowered her weak legs, letting them rest over another table.

"Thirsty?" The Chairman smiled kindly.

"And hungry!" She replied, feeling her legs as two foreign objects because of the numbness.

"Seeing how much you liked the last gentleman's cum, and how much more semen we've collected from all the men who used this precious pair of holes, we thought it would be a shame to throw it all away." The Chairman spread her legs to rub her groin, making her coo and shiver.

Somi huffed in disbelief, but upon seeing her manager cut a bunch of condoms open to spill their contents in a glass, she turned back to the Chairman, raising her eyebrows.

"Do you think you can handle that?" He asked as the manager approached with an almost full glass. He kept walking to take the bottle where she had collected the semen that had made it to her skin. Without asking, he opened it and poured it into the glass.

"That's too much," Somi exhaled, barely audible.

"Maybe the term elite whore was a bit too much."

Her eyes went from the lawyer, sitting at the perfect angle to see her profile, to her manager, clearly tired by the whole day, and to the Chairman, smirking at her. Somi didn't say a word. She inhaled deeply and took the glass, careful not to drop a thing.

The stink of cum was stronger than she had anticipated, but she started drinking it. Small gulps at first, letting her mouth and throat prepare for it. She took a break, licking her glossy lips. "It would've been easier directly from the source, you know?"

"What's the fun in 'easier'?" The lawyer replied.

A challenge. Even if not clearly worded, it felt like a challenge. Greening, Somi tilted her head, raised the glass, and drank it without stopping. Her gulps were larger, louder, and visibly harder to pass down. She could feel the semen clogging her throat while her eyes cried until the glass was empty.

She kept the last shot of jizz in her mouth. It was the hardest to pass down, but she managed to do it, burping after that, forcing her to control her need to retch to keep it all in her stomach. "Satisfied?" She turned to the lawyer, feeling the taste of their sperm on her breath.

"Plenty. Every bit of today came exactly as I planned," he replied, surprising Somi with that fact.

"I know you'd rather have all that cum deposited directly into your womb or your guts instead of your stomach," said the Charman, tapping the entrance of her pussy before running his fingers to her belly. "But this should be sufficient until you have a big party," he smiled.

"Or until you have another event," Somi smirked, purposefully exhaling her breath to the man as she leaned towards him.

"Is that a proposal?" He cupped her face, pressing his fingers on her cheeks.

"Only if they go raw next time," she chuckled, biting her lips, secretly struggling not to throw up all the cum on his face.

"We got a deal," he replied, turning her face to kiss her cheek. "We'll leave you two alone in the building. You have thirty minutes to get out before any employee comes back to recognize those magnificent pair of tits they were playing with."

Her manager helped her get dressed. Still with no strength in her legs, he carried her in his arms to his car, begging her not to puke on him or his car if she cared a bit about him. Battling with her own bodily needs, Somi kept it all in despite the dizziness she felt on the road. She put on a black wig to hide from anyone watching her struggle to walk to her building, leaning most of her weight on her manager.

Despite his clearly upset demeanor, he maintained his supportive side for her, which she was really thankful for. She had been told her dad would not be in her apartment, but confirming it after arriving was the biggest relief of her day.

Her manager insisted on showering her, thinking her dad might check on her while she was asleep to confirm she was there. Somi agreed, thinking about the possibility of her father detecting the strong smell of semen emanating from her. Too tired to fight, she obeyed his every word.

"Is it so hard to behave like this?" He asked, washing her face.

"Get me this exhausted, and I'll be the most obedient slut you could ever think of," Somi grinned with sleepy eyes. He chuckled and continued until they were ready. Carefully, he carried her to her bed and let her sleep.

When she woke up, it was well past breakfast. She heard movement in her kitchen. Her legs were functioning, but there was no way she could walk normally. Stumbling and ashamed, she went outside her room. "What time did you get here?"

"Hey, kiddo! Like an hour ago," her father explained, washing the dishes. "Whoa!" He chuckled after watching her walk. "Rough night, huh? What did you do yesterday?"

Blood rushed through her face. "I'm never mixing leg day with a girl's night," she sighed, shaking her head.

He laughed, taking the plate with scrambled eggs to the table, spanking her on his way and making her whine.

"What did you do?" She asked, sitting at the table.

"Me? I hung out at an old friend's house. Drank a bit, bet a bit, drank some more… The usual."

With apparently no suspicion from him, their day went by as any other day together.

A week later, Somi heard a knock on her door shortly after her father had left. When she opened it, she could only see the back of her PA manager walking away. Confused, she skimmed the hallway until she found an SSD on the floor with a note on it: I promise you, he has no idea.

As soon as she inserted the drive into her computer, she saw the minuatures and called Chaeyoung to celebrate that she was finally debt-free, eight years after she first debuted with I.O.I. As customary, Chaeyoung arrived with a few bottles of beer and soju, causing Somi to laugh after pointing to a bottle of wine.

"You're not leaving until we're done with everything," the blonde warned her friend.

Happily, Chaeyoung stepped into the place. They toasted and began drinking. Somi played the video of her last tributing session on the TV.

Before long, they were sitting on the couch, mostly naked, softly rubbing their own clits after they had already finished the beers and half of the bottle of wine. It may have been the alcohol in her system, but Somi showed a special interest in Chaeyoung's piercings before they started making out with each other.

"Oh! This was my favorite part!" Somi announced when the door opened in the video after her manager had prepared her for the final round.

Somi crawled toward the screen and knelt, fingering herself while Chaeyoung did the same, lying on the couch with her legs comfortably spread.

"Is that…?" Chaeyoung froze, eyes going back and forth between her friend and the TV.

Somi went completely silent, watching her dad walk down the stairs to find her completely bare bottom, lying on a table with a plug buried in her ass. Her fingers stopped moving until he knelt to eat her slit. The whole thing was hypnotizing for her.

Chaeyoung was shocked. They had talked about hidden fantasies in the past, and after several drinks, Somi had brought up her dad, excusing herself with how hot he used to look, showing her the saved photos she had of his youth until she swiped to a more recent one. Somi was too drunk to notice, but Chaeyoung remembered that moment vividly. Even though her friend's father was not her type, she also found him hot, and seeing how well-equipped he was on screen was definitely a sight to behold.

"Oh, fuck," Somi exclaimed when he removed the beads from her rectum only to eat her gaping butthole. When he stood up to fuck her ass, she was already fingering herself vigorously with four digits, following his rhythm on screen.

She was already drunk, but the sober memories of how good it felt to have him impale her pussy pushed her to release her moans. Following her own tempo, she came at the same time she saw her dad filling her cunt.

Only then did she become aware of where she was. Shivering, she turned to see the short woman behind her.

"No judgement," Chaeoyung smirked softly. She was panting, with her trembling legs fully spread, and folds dripping her juices down the couch. Both giggled, too blushed and embarrassed to say something else, turning back to the screen to see him kiss Somi's clit.

Silently, they stood up after the video ended, got half-dressed, and poured themselves the rest of the wine bottle.

"Do you think your dad suspects something?" Chaeyoung wondered, lips resting on the edge of her cup.

"Nah, I saw him the following morning, and he was all normal… When the Chairman said, 'Everything I like…' I never imagined he'd know about it. I only really mentioned it to you," Somi scoffed, shaking her head with a light smile on her face.

"Maybe posting that story of your dad's younger years was not the best idea," the short girl replied, sipping her drink.

"I mean, yeah, but I never expected them to…" She sighed, defeated. "That's why my manager insisted so much on me reading the damn contract."

Chaeyoung's eyes widened, staring at Somi. "Would you have done it if you had known it was him?"

That question cleared her mind. She went silent for a moment. She dived into her memories and her feelings, and the only thing she felt some remorse about was having her manager go through all that for her. She had fulfilled a fantasy of hers that may have never happened if done differently. The actual act felt physically and mentally rewarding. Somi scoffed, surprised at her clarity of thought. "Yes," she admitted. If there was someone she could be fully honest with, that was the Twice members, especially Chaeyoung. "I may have asked them every detail to ensure he would never find out, but yes." A subtle smile appeared on her face.

"That's a new level of slutiness," Chaeyoung joked, grinning widely before drinking her wine.

"Like you don't want to see the video again!" Somi grimaced, looking shyly at her TV.

"I do! Your head didn't let me see half of it!"

Author's notes: This idea had been on the shelf since I opened this account, and what better way to celebrate Somi's birthday than, well, giving her a tributing session all for herself!

I hope you enjoyed this! There may be more Somi in the future (other than a quick appearance in a different draft I have). It will all depend on any idea I get for her. Also, while writing a line for this, I wanted to check more Somi interactions, and I found something with the three idols mentioned here, so have at it!

Before you can fully register your irritation, the doorbell bleats again, a longer, more insistent sound this time, as if the person on the other side is determined to get your attention. With a frustrated click of your tongue, you reluctantly pull your boxers up, the soft fabric momentarily trapping your still-hard dick.

The buzz resonates again, now bordering on aggressive. Fine, you think, you'll answer it and send whoever it is packing. You stomp to the door, adrenaline mixed with residual horniness making your movements jerky. You yank the door open with more force than necessary, ready to unleash a volley of irritated questions, but the words die on your tongue.

Standing on your doorstep are two women. One, a vibrant shock of pink hair, is supporting the other, who is practically draped over her shoulder. And you recognize them instantly. It's your older sister, Somi, completely plastered, and her eternally bubbly, pink-haired friend, Giselle.

Heat floods your face, a flush of embarrassment. You hadn’t expected visitors, especially not now, especially not in this state, shirtless and still smelling faintly of your own musk. You try to subtly tug your boxers higher, hoping they conceal enough. Giselle, however, just beams at you, her smile wide and bright even in the dim hallway light.

“Hey!” she chirps, her voice slightly breathless from the effort of holding up your taller sister. “Sorry to bother you so late, but well, Somi insisted on coming here.” Giselle’s eyes flick towards you, her smile softening into an apologetic curve. “I offered to let her crash at my place, but she was really set on seeing you.”

You sigh, running a hand through your hair and pushing down the lingering mortification. Somi is a mess. Her blonde hair, usually meticulously styled, hangs in tangled clumps around her face. Her white blouse is askew, twisted so far to the side that the lacy edge of her bra is clearly visible, and the swell of her tits threatens to spill out of the neckline with every unsteady breath she takes.

She looks up at you, her eyes unfocused and glassy, and a wide, goofy grin spreads across her face. She slurs your name, her voice thick with alcohol. “You’re the best! Thank you for letting me stay!” She doesn’t even wait for you to agree, just assumes she’s welcome, as always.

Giselle’s voice cuts through Somi’s drunken ramblings, bringing you back to the awkward reality of the situation. “Yeah, sorry about this,” she repeats, her pronunciation softening the words. “I really tried to get her to come to my place, but… yeah, you see how that worked out.” She gestures helplessly at Somi, who is now attempting to hug Giselle's arm, giggling nonsensically.

You manage a small smile. "It's fine," resignation coloring your tone. "I know how stubborn she can be when she's like this." It’s an understatement. Somi sober is headstrong; Somi drunk is a force of nature. With a sigh, you reach out and disentangle Somi from Giselle, taking your sister’s weight onto yourself.

Her soft body pressed against yours, her chest bumping against your bare arm. “Thanks for bringing this blondie here,” you say to Giselle, nodding your head in gratitude. “Want to come in for a bit?”

The offer is half-hearted, because the blaring porn audio suddenly registers in your mind, a pulsing rhythm vibrating through the thinly insulated walls.

Luckily, Giselle shakes her head, her pink hair swaying. “Oh, no, it’s really late,” she says, her smile still warm but tinged with tiredness. “I should probably head home. Just make sure she drinks some water, okay?”

You nod, a silent thank you. You can’t quite tell if Giselle heard the muffled throbbing bass from your apartment, but she’s smiling as usual, so maybe she’s either oblivious or just incredibly polite.

“Goodnight!” she calls out, waving as she turns to walk away, her pink hair bobbing in the dim light. “Goodnight, Somi!”

You close the door, the click echoing in the sudden quiet. Then, you turn your attention to the drunken blonde lump in your arms. Somi instantly latches onto you, clinging like a koala, her arms wrapping around your neck, her soft chest pressing firmly against your arm.

You notice then that her short skirt has ridden even higher throughout the evening’s drunken escapades, now barely covering her thighs. You grunt slightly at her unexpected weight, and half-drag, half-carry her towards the living room, her body limp and pliant against yours.

You dump her unceremoniously onto the stool of the kitchen countertop first, her breathing heavy and shallow. You stare down at her semi-conscious form, a jumble of irritation and something else stirring within you.

From as far back as you can remember, Somi has been a constant source of trouble. Always needing rescuing, always making messes, always relying on you to clean up after her.

You’d foolishly hoped that adulthood would bring some semblance of responsibility, some maturity, but tonight proves that she’s only gotten worse. And it’s always you who has to deal with it.

You’re barely an adult yourself, just out of high school, juggling odd jobs to make ends meet. You can barely afford to feed yourself, let alone constantly bail out your trainwreck of a sister.

But as you look at her now, drunk and vulnerable, a different kind of thought surfaces. Maybe, just maybe, Somi’s perpetual negligence, her constant state of disarray, maybe it could be useful to you in some way.

Your gaze roams over her curvy body, lingering on her glossy parted lips, slightly swollen and wet-looking. It drifts lower, to the generous mound of her breasts, straining against the fabric of her blouse, the nipples hardening against the thin material in the cool air.

Finally, your eyes settle on her exposed thighs, bare and pale beneath the hiked-up skirt. Your own cock, still semi-hard from earlier, stirs inside your boxers, tightening with renewed insistence.

The images from the porn movie on the screen flicker in your peripheral vision, blurring with the real, tempting flesh before you; you older sister. A dangerous, thrilling idea begins to take root in your mind.

Somi slurs her words, leaning heavily against the countertop. "Hey... sorry about all the trouble," she says, her voice low and deep. "But you don't mind, right? Cause we're siblings, after all." She lets out a giggle, a wet, bubbly sound that ends in a snort.

She stumbles further into your apartment, clumsily making her way to the couch like she expects you to scoop her up and carry her, like she is some fat, lazy crocodile ready to be provided endless comfort.

Her breasts, unrestrained by a bra, bounce with each unsteady step, quivering under her thin top as she collapses onto the couch, where she sprawls out, limbs akimbo, like she owns the damn place.

You watch her, a low chuckle rumbling in your chest, the predatory feeling already starting to stir. "Of course, sis," you say, your voice smooth, almost too gentle. "I will take care of my sister."

She grins drunkenly, eyes unfocused and glazed over. "Knew I could count on you," she mumbles, already drifting off, her words blurring together.

You watch her for a moment, the image of her sprawled out on your couch igniting a heat in your groin. Quietly, you push your boxers down, the sound amplified in the still room. You reach inside, your fingers closing around the thick shaft already straining against the fabric.

With a swift motion, you pull them down, freeing your rock-hard cock. It springs out, heavy and throbbing, pulsing with anticipation as you approach the couch, your footsteps silent on the carpet.

Lowering yourself, you position yourself directly in front of her face, your cock level with her slightly parted lips. Without a word, you guide the head of your cock to her mouth, the tip nudging against her wet lips.

Then, with a firm push, you slide your cock inside, the warmth and moisture of her mouth enveloping you. You hiss in pleasure, the sensation electric. Somi moans, a confused sound escaping her throat. Instinctively, she tries to pull her face away, a weak resistance against your forceful advance.

But you're ready. Your hand shoots out, gripping the back of her neck, your fingers tangling in her hair, holding her head firmly in place. You push deeper, inch after inch, forcing more of your length into her mouth. Her tongue, surprisingly, wraps around your shaft, massaging you, a primal, instinctive response even in her drunken stupor.

Somi’s voice is muffled, a garbled protest against your intrusive cock. "Mmmph… no…" she manages to moan against your flesh, her hand weakly pushing against your thigh, a pathetic attempt to dislodge you. Her eyes flutter half-open, unfocused and confused.

But you’re lost in the sensation, the friction of her mouth, the growing pleasure tightening your balls. You hiss again, a sharp intake of breath, as you slide in and out, slowly at first, savoring the feel. Her moans of unconscious protest only fuel your excitement.

You lean closer, "Come on, sis," you whisper, the word dripping with a sick intimacy. "I know you’re a good cocksucker." You shift your grip on her nape, tightening it possessively. "Just suck my cock every day, and then you can stay here as long as you want. You don’t have to hear Dad’s nagging at home anymore."

The proposition hangs in the air, a twisted bargain made in the heat of the lustful moment. Somi's head bobs rhythmically, almost unconsciously. Despite her mumbled protests, her mouth tightens around your cock, her body seemingly overriding her conscious mind.

Her back arches slightly off the couch, a subtle shift in posture that reveals a buried desire. Her legs clamp together, rubbing against each other, a telltale sign of her own arousal, even in this forced encounter.

It's as if her body knows, deep down, that she’s a slut at the core, always ready to submit to pleasure. She starts humming unconsciously, a low vibration against your shaft, and more saliva coats your cock, making each thrust slicker, smoother.

You slide in and out of her mouth, her soft lips wrapping tight, almost pleasurably so, around your girth. Her drunken unconsciousness seems to be turning into something else, something more primal and accepting.

Emboldened by her lack of real resistance and her body's involuntary responses, you become rougher, fucking her face deeper, your thrusts becoming faster and more forceful. Somi gags, a choked sound escaping her throat, her eyes watering slightly.

Her free hand, no longer weakly pushing, now clutches at your balls, a tighter grip, a more desperate attempt to push you away, but even then, she's still sucking, her mouth still working against your cock at the same time.

You feel a surge of dominance. "Fuck," you breathe out, your hand tightening on her neck, ignoring her attempts to push you away. "If my sister treats me like this, I don't even need a girlfriend." The thought, crude and selfish, reinforces your actions, justifying your violation in your own twisted mind.

After a few more slow, deliberate thrusts, you feel yourself reaching the edge. Your pace quickens, your groans growing louder, more animalistic. Then, you explode, cumming right inside her mouth, a thick, hot stream of ejaculate erupting from your cock, flooding her mouth.

It just keeps coming, a long, intense orgasm that lasts for nearly a minute. Somi gulps it all down, her throat working reflexively, despite choking and sputtering for air. Finally, you pull out, your cock slick with her saliva and your cum. Somi coughs, a wet, hacking sound, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, her eyes still hazy and unfocused.

"What the fuck was that?" she slurs, her voice raw and thick. You know she’s still not really sober, her awareness only just starting to flicker back.

You answer with a smirk, your voice light, almost joking, hiding the darkness of your actions. "Giselle said make sure I give you water, sis," you say, watching her confused flushed expression. "But I'm not sure it's quite enough."

The flickering images on the television screen cast an erratic light across the living room, but your attention is far from the movie. It’s fixed on Somi, your sister, sprawled haphazardly on the couch. You’d expected a slurry, indignant argument – the usual performance when she’s this deep into her cups.

Instead, she simply rolled, a slow, ungainly tumble, and landed with a soft thud onto the floor. A light snore rattles from her lips. You scoff, a dry, humorless sound. It's pathetic, really. You try to refocus on the screen, but the vibrant colors and action feel hollow, meaningless against the backdrop of this tableau.

The remote clicks in your hand, plunging the room into near darkness, save for the faint glow of the city lights filtering through the window. The silence is thick, broken only by Somi’s shallow breaths. Your gaze drifts back to her prone form. A different kind of heat begins to prickle under your skin. You let your eyes trace the curves of her body, the way her shirt rides up slightly, exposing a sliver of pale skin above her skirt.

Suddenly, the images that flood your mind are no longer scenes from the abandoned porn movie. They are scenarios starring Somi, her body pliant and yielding beneath your touch. The forbidden nature of the fantasy ignites a thrill, a dangerous spark that flares in your gut. You feel your cock stir once again, hardening stubbornly.

It’s a slow, insistent rise, fueled by a cocktail of curiosity and a dark, unsettling desire.

A short, mirthless laugh escapes your lips, echoing in the quiet room. "This is fucked up," you murmur to yourself, the words barely a whisper. And it is. Completely, utterly fucked up. Yet, the thought of stopping, of pulling back from the precipice of this madness, feels…unappealing.

A strange inertia holds you captive. No guilt washes over you, no immediate sense of revulsion. Instead, there's a chilling detachment, a sensation of watching yourself from a distance as you stand and, with a grunt, scoop your sister up from the floor. Her limbs are heavy, limp. You carry her back to the couch, the scent of cheap alcohol and something faintly floral clinging to her.

You lay her on her back, her head lolling to the side. Straddling her waist, you plant one knee deliberately between her thighs, feeling the soft give of her panties. Leaning close, your face inches from her slack-jawed, heaving face, you take a shallow breath, inhaling the boozy air she exhales.

Your hand, almost of its own volition, reaches out and closes over her breast, through the thin cotton of her shirt. You squeeze, your fingers sinking into the soft flesh. They’re soft. Softer than you assume. You knead, fondling the yielding mound, and Somi lets out a small, involuntary moan, a pathetic, muffled sound that vibrates against your fingertips.

Encouraged, or perhaps driven by something darker, you grip the hem of her shirt and tug it upwards, over her head. It’s a clumsy, quick motion, revealing her chest. Her breasts are already spilling over the lace edges of her bra, full and ripe. Without hesitation, you reach behind her and unhook the clasp, the plastic clicking open with a sharp sound in the quiet. The bra falls away, and her breasts, pale and heavy, are fully exposed.

A primal urge takes hold. You begin to play with them, your hands roaming over the smooth skin, groping and pulling, your thumbs circling her nipples, teasing them into hard buds. You repeat the circular motion, again and again, a hypnotic rhythm that feeds the growing tension in your groin.

"Fuck it," you breathe, another dry laugh rasping in your throat. "I can’t believe I’m actually doing this." The absurdity of the situation crashes into you for a fleeting moment.

Memories flicker in your mind – images of childhood games in the backyard, of late-night arguments over shared snacks, of sharing secrets whispered under the covers. Somi, your sister, the girl who used to play with your hair for fun and steal your candy. The contrast is jarring, sickening even. But your body, your treacherous body, has a different agenda.

Ignoring the ghost of shared history, you lean down, your mouth hovering over her smooth skin. With an act of transgression, you latch onto her brown nipple. Your heart hammers against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence of the room. You can’t stop now, not even if you wanted to.

You suck on Somi’s nipple, pulling and teasing, the sensation electrifying, forbidden. You taste her skin, a flavor you can’t quite place, something unfamiliar yet intimately connected to her. It’s salty, definitely salty, probably from sweat and the lingering remnants of her drink. But there’s also a sweetness, a subtle sugary note that plays on your tongue. Or maybe you’re just imagining it, your senses heightened by the illicit nature of this act.

It doesn't matter. Lost in the sensation, you keep sucking, alternating between her left and right breast, your hands massaging and kneading the soft flesh, milking them almost, as if trying to extract every last drop of sensation.

Suddenly, Somi’s hands are on your head. At first, they’re tentative, fluttering weakly against your scalp. But then, her fingers clench, digging into your hair, pulling with a surprising strength. She moans again, louder this time, a drawn-out sound that vibrates in your very bones. Her body begins to writhe beneath you, a subtle shift at first, then more pronounced.

Her legs come up, clamping around your waist, her thighs tightening, a silent, involuntary embrace. Her feet kick against the couch cushions, a restless energy fluttering through her limbs. Noticing the reaction, a flicker of something – triumph, perhaps, or a twisted kind of validation – sparks within you.

"Do you like this, Somi?" you murmur against her breast. "Do you want more?" Her eyelids flutter open, revealing unfocused, glazed eyes. She looks at you, a hint of confusion in her gaze, and then, instead of words, a soft whimper escapes her lips. It’s not a protest, not exactly. It’s something else.

Somi’s scent, a heady mix of alcohol and something uniquely her, urges you onward. You lift your head from her breast and trail kisses down her neck, nibbling and sucking at the soft flesh, feeling the pulse jump beneath your lips. Your hands roam lower, across her soft, slightly rounded tummy, towards her waist. You lift her hips slightly, your fingers finding the curve of her ass beneath her skirt.

The fabric is thin, offering little resistance as you squeeze her firm buttocks, feeling the heat radiate from her skin. This time, the whimper is replaced by something sharper, louder. "Wait, fuck…" she curses, her voice thick with sleep and confusion. "What the… what are you doing?" her voice is laced with a growing alarm.

You ignore Somi’s mumbled question, her words slurring slightly, and your hands tighten their grip on her bare breasts. “What…?” she starts to ask again, but you cut her off, your mouth descending to her stomach. You press kisses across her warm skin, the taste of her faintly sweet, before your tongue dips into her navel.

As you swirl your tongue around its depths, Somi’s back arches off the couch with a sharp groan. “Ahh…!” she protests weakly, a confused sound in her voice.

But beneath the protest, you feel the tremor in her body, the involuntary ripple of her muscles as she writhes against the weird, wet slide of your tongue. Her hands come up to your shoulders, gripping them, not pushing you away, but holding on as her body reacts in ways her words don't seem to understand.

Driven by a mounting excitement, you move your kisses lower, the line of her pelvis coming into focus. "Wait," Somi murmurs, but it’s barely audible. You’re already working on the button of her skirt, fingers fumbling with the clasp in your eagerness. With a snap, it gives way, and you roughly yank the fabric down, bunching it around her thighs, then off her legs completely.

You straighten up, her skirt now discarded on the floor, and you place her legs over your shoulders, spreading them wide. Her breath hitches, and a louder grunt escapes her lips as she instinctively tries to clamp her thighs shut. Her hands, still clumsy, reach down, attempting to shield her clothed pussy. “Stop, just… stop,” she mumbles, but her words are weak, unconvincing.

You slap her hands away from between her legs, the sound echoing in the quiet room, leaving her exposed. “Shhh,” you hush her, your voice low. “Don’t be shy, sis. We’re siblings, remember?” You gesture to the darkening stain spreading across the crotch of her panties. “Besides, you’re drunk. It’s okay. You want this, I know you do.”

You become rougher, your fingers hooking into the elastic waistband of her panties. There’s a sharp ripping sound as you tear the fabric apart, the thin material giving way easily. You pluck away the remaining tattered pieces, tossing them aside, leaving her completely bare. “See?” you say, your voice laced with a predatory satisfaction. “Nothing to hide.”

The scent of Somi’s arousal hits you full force, a heady musk that’s intoxicating, like a potent drug. It compels you, driving you to plunge your face directly into her exposed vulva. Her pussy is slick with her own juices, and the aroma is even stronger up close. You lick from the base of her swollen folds all the way up to her hard, throbbing clitoris, savoring every inch of her.

With each slow, deliberate lap of your tongue, you gulp in her flavor, the salty-sweet tang of her arousal filling your mouth. Somi gasps, her eyes fluttering open, wide and unfocused. A moan escapes her lips, soft at first, then growing louder, more desperate. “Please…” she whispers, her voice breaking, repeating the word again, “Please… please…”

Ignoring her plea, you continue to feast on her, your tongue relentlessly working her clit. You suck on the sensitive bud, drawing it deep into your mouth, slurping up every drop of juice she unknowingly produces. Her erratic moans and groans are music to your ears, confirming you’re doing exactly what her drunk body craves.

Holding her hips firmly in place with one hand, you suck her clit harder, then slide two fingers deep inside her wet pussy, curling them upwards against the sensitive walls. Somi’s back arches even higher, her ass lifting entirely off the couch as if she’s trying to grind herself against your mouth and thrusting fingers.

Her moaning intensifies, becoming higher-pitched, more needy, almost frantic. One hand presses against her stomach, flexing and unflexing, while the other hand clenches the edge of the couch, her knuckles white. Her breathing is ragged pants now, each inhale and exhale shuddering through her.

Lost in the intoxicating taste and feel of her, you barely register the shift until it’s undeniable. Somi grunts, her body tensing, and then a choked-off swear word bursts from her lips. A moment later, her orgasm explodes, her nectar suddenly flooding your mouth in a rush of warm, thick liquid.

You greedily drink as much as you can, slurping up the rest as her body shudders violently, then gradually stills. Her breathing remains heavy, ragged, but the tension slowly drains away. Her eyes are still half-lidded, blinking slowly at the ceiling, unfocused and glazed over.

You sit upright between her legs, pulling her closer until her thighs straddle your waist. Your own cock is throbbingly hard and it twitches insistently right in front of her wet, pink entrance. You chuckle, a low, satisfied sound. “Wow, look at you,” you say, gesturing to the slickness between her legs. “You came hard. Guess you had your fun, huh? Now it’s my turn.”

She slowly looks down at you, her expression still hazy, but then, surprisingly, a giggle bubbles up from her throat. She reaches down and her fingers close around her own breasts, giving them a soft, distracted rub, her eyes still drifting.

You watch as, with a languid movement, she cups her breasts, fingers kneading and teasing, her thumbs circling and flicking over her taut nipples, bringing them to hard peaks. A low moan escaped her lips, mixing with your faint breathing. Then, a shift in posture. She hooks her hands beneath her knees, pulling them abruptly upwards, her thighs parting wide, an unapologetic display. Her legs frame the thin triangle at her core, slick and glistening even presented to you like a forbidden offering.

A laugh bubbles up from your chest. "Holy shit, sis," you manage, your voice a little breathless, a mix of shock. "Are you...are you actually into this right now?" Your older sister’s eyes, heavy-lidded with drink, meet yours, a flicker of something mischievous dancing within their depths. She bites down on her lower lip, a playful tug that accentuates its fullness, and a giggle, soft and throaty, escapes.

"Mmm," she hums, her gaze drifting down your body before returning to your eyes. "You've got a nice cock, you know that?" Her words are slurred but clear, each syllable deliberately laced with invitation. "And I think," her voice dropping to a whisper, "you totally need to put it inside my pussy."

The blatant filth dripping from your sister’s usually prim lips ignites something. A hot rush floods your groin. Without a second thought, your hand clamps around your already hardening shaft, the throbbing vein beneath your fingers pulsing with anticipation. You take a step closer, the couch looming, and you smack your engorged cock against the wet folds of her vulva. The sound is wet and resonant, echoing in the quiet room.

Somi’s breath hitches, a gasp turning into a drawn-out moan as the contact sends jolts of pleasure through her. Her body arches off the couch cushion, her hips bucking instinctively against your hand. The slick pre-cum and her own juices splatter outwards, glistening on her thighs and the velvet of the couch.

"Okay then, sis. I'm gonna fuck you now." You straddle her legs, parting them further with your knees, positioning yourself above her exposed core. With agonizing slowness, you guide the swollen head of your cock to the entrance of her slick, warm pussy, feeling the velvety soft lips part to receive you. Then, in one controlled motion, you push forward, sinking into her depths.

Her breath catches again, a sharp intake that quickly turns into a sigh of pure sensation as you slide deeper, the tight walls of her sheath gripping you like a hot glove. You grip her hips, anchoring her as you begin to move, driving forward with a slow thrust. Somi’s back arches even further, her breasts lifting towards the ceiling, straining against their own weight.

Her head throws forward as she tries to steal a glimpse of your cock disappearing deep inside her stretched pussy. You pause at the deepest point, holding yourself there for a heartbeat, savoring the fullness, the intimate pressure, the feeling of being buried inside her. Pulling back just until the tip is still nestled inside her, you slam forward again, burying yourself to the hilt.

A groan escapes her lips, her sweaty body rippling with the force of the impact, her muscles clenching around you in response. You repeat the rhythm, each thrust deeper and harder than the last, fucking your older sister with a growing urgency, your hands gripping her waist, pulling her towards you, meeting each of your deep, hard thrusts with an equally frantic upward lift of her hips.

Somi’s breasts bounce wildly, swaying up and down unevenly, the fleshy mounds jiggling with each powerful stroke, the underside of your balls slapping against the soft crack of her ass with a rhythmic thud. The sounds of your bodies colliding fill the room, punctuated by her escalating moans and your own ragged breaths.

"Oh, fuck," Somi mumbles drunkenly, words thick with pleasure, her hands now clutching at your shoulders, digging into your muscle. "It's so deep," she gasps, "fuck me harder, please."

The raw desperation in her voice is intoxicating. Driven by her pleas and the mounting intensity within you, you snap your hips harder, the pace quickening, the friction building. You lean down, burying your face in the curve of her neck, inhaling the scent of her skin, hot and flushed and intoxicating, and whisper against her ear, "If I go any harder, sis, I might just cum inside you and get you pregnant."

Of course, Somi was too far gone to grasp the implications of your words. Her mind was lost in the swirling vortex of pleasure. She just kept mumbling incoherently, her only coherent plea being, "fuck me harder… it's so good… I’m… almost… cumming…" Her toes curled inwards, digging into the couch cushion, and her hands clutched at your back, her nails lightly raking against your skin. Her tits were squished against your chest, their soft weight a delicious friction as your nose inhaled the intoxicating scent from the crook of her neck.

Your breathing grew shallow and rapid, your body straining with the effort to prolong this forbidden bliss. But Somi wasn't holding back any longer. Her movements stilled, her body suddenly going rigid beneath you. A silent wave of tension washed over her, replaced in moments by a shuddering release. You didn't need her to say a word; you felt it instantly, a hot, pulsing sensation as her orgasm flooded down around your pistoning cock, her inner muscles clenching and spasming in rhythmic waves.

The realization that you were fucking your own older sister raw, the echo of her voice begging for more, the wet, slick feel of her orgasm enveloping your cock – it all coalesced into an overwhelming wave of sensation. You reached your own precipice, teetering on the edge of oblivion. Separating your face from her neck, you dropped down, latching onto one of her swollen nipples with your mouth, biting down hard just as you slammed your cock deep, deep inside her canal.

Spurt after spurt of scalding semen erupted inside Somi's pussy, filling her with your forbidden seed. She cried out, a muffled sound as she gripped your hair, pressing your face harder into her boob, her fingers tangling in your locks. You huffed against the soft mound of her breast, every muscle in your body clenched tight, riding the peak of your orgasm. Slowly, languidly, you rolled your hips, prolonging the blissful, taboo-laden experience as your cum continued to pulse inside her.

The aftermath of your release hangs heavy in the air, thick with the scent of sex. You pull back from your older sister, the squelch of your dick leaving her wet depths echoing in the sudden silence that descends now that your ragged breaths are slowing. You shift back onto the plush cushions of your worn-out couch, the withdrawal making your cock feel strangely cold against the air.

A thick glob of your cum oozes from her folds, a pearly trail tracing a path downwards, a rivulet heading towards the shadowed cleft of her untouched asshole. Somi is completely still, lost in the deep abyss of drunken slumber. Her head lolls to the side, cheek pressed against the couch fabric, her breathing shallow and even. Naked and vulnerable, she's laid out, a tableau of post-coital abandon.

A question claws at the edge of your consciousness – will she even remember any of this tomorrow? The thought flits through your mind, quickly followed by a surge of guilt and a thrill of illicit excitement. You’re breathing hard, chest heaving, your gaze fixed on her unconscious form. The soft rise and fall of her chest is mesmerizing, the curve of her body smooth and inviting in the dim light filtering through the blinds.

Then, the weight of reality crashes down on you, solid and undeniable. This happened. You actually went there. You fucked your sister. And not just a quick fumble, but a full-blown, unprotected creampie situation in her womb. There's no erasing it, no taking it back.

A low chuckle wheezes up from your throat, tinged with disbelief. "Fucking crazy," you mutter under your breath. You lean closer to Somi, a whisper inches from her ear. "You liked that, didn't you? You enjoyed that as much as I did, right?" Silence is her only reply, her peaceful slumber undisturbed by your whispered question.

Even in the aftermath, even with the dampness cooling on your skin, your cock refuses to fully submit. It throbs with a semi-erection, a persistent reminder of the pleasure you just experienced, and a blatant demand for more. Her nakedness, the lingering scent of her arousal, it’s all too potent. You can't deny the pull, the urge to dive back in.

Carefully, you slide off the couch, your bare feet padding softly on the worn carpet. You reach for Somi, gently looping her arm around your neck, her limp weighing on you. Then, you bend down, slipping your other arm under her knees, scooping her up in a bridal carry. She’s heavier than you expected, loose and pliant in your arms. You carry her through the narrow hallway to the spare room, the one you usually leave empty for nothing in particular it seems, until now. You reach the bed, a simple mattress on a frame, and gently toss her onto it.

A soft groan escapes her lips as she lands, rolling onto her side, facing away from you. You climb onto the bed beside her, the mattress dipping under your weight. With a hand on her hip, you turn her back towards you, then gently lift her up onto her knees, her ass rising invitingly in the air. Her upper body, still heavy with sleep, falls forward onto the mattress, her breasts spilling out, nipples brushing against the sheet.

You kneel behind her, your own cock stirring with renewed vigor, the sight of her presented ass sending a jolt of lust through you. You press yourself against her, rubbing your semi-hard cock against her wet entrance, feeling it thicken and lengthen with each passing second.

“You shouldn’t have gotten so drunk and come here, Somi,” you murmur into her hair, the words more for yourself than her. “You know that, right?” You nip at the nape of her neck, tasting the salt of her sweat. “And you know you liked getting fucked by your brother. Don’t even try to deny it.” Your voice is filled with the need to possess her. “One round isn’t going to cut it, sis. Not after this. I’m going to fuck you until my cock is sore and limp. Until you wake up and realize what we did.”

Consequences be damned. You’ll deal with the fallout, the inevitable chaos, when it comes. Right now, all that matters is this moment, this chance to feast on your older sister, to brand her with your mark until she’s fully sober and forced to confront the reality of what’s happening.

-

Apparently, as you get older, you’ll finally have figured things out. People say it’ll fix itself, like the shore fills despite the waves, and they’re right: it’s all gonna be okay. You failed and succeeded. Got down and rose up again. Whatever happened—family issues, financial instability, lost friendships—they’ll make you stronger. You’ll be strong enough to handle what life dishes out. Having learned from all your past experiences, you’ll grow older, but all the wiser.

That apparently cannot be said for the decaying asshole of a landlady who’s playing a Taiwanese telenovela with the volume up to a hundred.

You glower at her. There’s the old burnout, sitting in her loveseat with frazzled graying hair and a mug that shakes as the show brings out revelation after revelation. The girl’s apparently fucking the charming boss, and her husband exercises every right to be angry. There’s the back-and-forth argument that you truly did not want to hear. 

And still, you stay in torment, trying to make sense of your notes for another exam.

You could watch the telenovela from just her eyeglasses. The volume isn’t the only thing upped to a hundred; the brightness had to take a dip, too. It joins the loudness to bathe the woman in a colorful illumination, making her look like the Man himself was about to drag her from the cushions and into heaven. 

Well, she certainly didn’t belong there.

It, of course, has to happen while you’re studying for your Korean exam. There’s a day to go before the official test and it’s going… great. What a good life. Really makes you want to keep on doing this shit.

The discussions you’ve printed out and the doc on your screen can’t be comprehended when all you hear is the wails of the voice-dubbed actress. 

Honey! Think about me. If you don’t care about me, that’s… that’s fine. But think about the baby. How do I tell her our family is broken?

Object of the verb before the verb… (sometimes)? Right? Right? Oh, this is torture. You could really use a coffee right now so you could slosh it all over the open electricity lines trailing from your landlady’s room. Housefires would love this place. It’s got loser landlady, miserable Mina, shitty Sejeong, and you. 

No, please, she says, stumbling over leaves and bushes. She reaches for the actor and turns him around. His steel gaze meets her desperate one. It’s a collision of dramatic force nurtured by the worst talents. I love you! Please believe me, I—it was a mistake, but I never hated you, not even once—

You bite your lip. Remind yourself that neo and no are, in fact, pronounced differently. Written differently, too. At least they both have the L-shaped character. That’s your favorite one.

“It’s over. Don’t make it hurt more.” A deeper voice. The husband? You can’t see him but you’re sure you’re right. After all, the boss has a rather more steady tone. Why can you recognize that, by the way? “I’m sorry. We’re just, it’s just not right.”

You scribble down harder in your ruled notebook. Almost write a suicide note instead of a Korean sentence. 

No, please! Don’t leave me! I’m never leaving you again, I promise, please love—

Your teeth grit. You slap your palms over your ears. Your hands are thick enough yet the high tantrums of the broken television couple reach you, a story you never want to hear again. It’s gossip that’s not even worth listening to.

“Honey!”

You don’t care about the house rules. “No slamming doors” your ass. You paid for this door, and you’ll be damned if you aren’t using it.

The thud of wood against wood almost blares out a ding from your phone. 

Your eyes open for the first time. Open your phone for the first time, too, once you lift your back from the door.

Stare at her profile picture seated next to her messages. You can’t remember the last time she sported black hair. The yellow on her is just… so right. It’s the way things have always been, something immovable and unchangeable, like the sky being blue. She pulls off the look so well even with her blinding white skin, which she isn’t afraid to show off in the circular avatar. 

Somsom 👀👺: yo 

you done reviewing for the exam yet ??

Yep, it’s her. 

Somi. She's like an Asian Rapunzel—long golden locks pouring down her shoulders, round eyes, fashionable even in casualwear. Still a princess in her cropped uni sweater. 

Behind fake black glasses, she puts up a peace sign, coupled with a flirty wink. She’s beautiful. Honestly. She’s got that shining smile, thick hair, and fine body that catches attention despite the modesty of her clothes. The sweater is conservative enough, right? So why are your eyes falling out of their sockets? 

You’re her friend; you have been for almost all the years you’ve spent in university—but you can’t deny how attractive she is.

That’s a secret you’ll never admit, not even anonymously.

Gulp. 

Me: I fuckin wish 

Somsom 👀👺: LMFAO, poor baby

You can picture her wicked smile from behind the screen, streets away from your rented place. You shake your head fondly. Somi loves teasing you, and you love teasing her. So, you reply.

Somsom 👀👺: have you tried pulling an oli london

Me: the fuck are you talking about

Somsom 👀👺: idk, maybe if you paid a hundred thousand to become korean, you wouldnt be suffering in hangul 101

Just my two cents

You’d rather strip naked in front of the school than admit this, but talking to Somi—it’s a natural thing, like breathing, like blinking, like everything else. Even if you force yourself to stop, you’d go back to doing it. She’s always got something clever to say. You talk, she listens. Maybe flirts, but that’s who Somi is. She’s young, wild, and free. You’re kind of envious of how she doesn’t restrain herself from doing what she wants, saying what she wants, getting what she wants.

Me: i don’t want your two cents.

Somsom 👀👺: :P

What? She can’t come over. Somi is a distraction. Instead of speaking wobbly Korean fragments to your language learning app, you’d be talking to her about anything. Funny things that happened in class. Weird freshman down the hall. Who knows what? Rather than keeping your eyes down on your notebook, you’d be looking at her.

Me: Im never passing this. i cant study because deafass Halmeoni’s watching her stupid show w the volume on 100

I need to go missing so I dont have to answer the test

Youll see me on the news 

And b4 that

ill post a video saying you kidnapped me

Somsom 👀👺: jesus lol

i’ll put up the missing posters o7

BUT

you’re not going missing jackass, by me or someone else

NOT ON MY WATCH.

so i’m coming over. ill be there in like five…..?? see you later k? ;)

And oh, she’s a lot more interesting than whatever it is you’re trying to get a hold of.

No one can keep their composure around Jeon Somi. You’re not an exception.

Five minutes feel like a decade. If the foreign words on your laptop screen didn’t make sense to you before, they still don’t now. Your mind’s a flood of thoughts that relate to anything but studying. Pretty, pretty girl with a smile that could attack your heart and a body that could finish the job. What are you even thinking? Even five minutes away, she’s a distraction already. 

Such a distraction that you close your laptop, and inch your hand to your crotch—

Rapid knocks that rush into ruining your door fill your ears. 

Guilt, a clarity-inducing drug, follows after you were supposed to jerk off to your friend. She’s just being herself. That shouldn’t elicit a lewdness in your head that twists itself into your idea of her.

Or maybe Somi’s just lewd. 

You sigh and open the door. 

“Hey, look at that,” she says with a beam, “you finally have a girl over!”

Trying to look bored upon seeing her gorgeous face is a one-way road to failure. You’re always happy to see Somi, yet you groan, “Get out.”

Somi holds up two plastic cups of milk tea. You immediately give in. 

The footfalls of her heels echo, each click reminding you that she’s getting closer and you don’t know how to react. 

“I know I come here like everyday,” she says humbly, “but your place is really nice.”

She observes the space you try to call your own. Cheap commissioned paintings on the wall; modest furniture that minimize cluttering; some closet that serves as your hideout in the combined living room/bedroom/dining room. Then there’s the piles of clothes, clean and dirty, surrounding you. That’s all your own doing.

You sit in front of your laptop and open it. Back to work, even if she’s here. “You don’t have to lie.”

“It’s good for a cheap apartment is what I’m saying.”

“Yeah, because I pay with my fucking sanity.”

Somi scoots beside you, thighs uncovered by shorts pushing against yours, and loops an arm around your shoulder. Her eyes scan the document you’re annotating before she clicks her tongue disapprovingly. 

She pokes your cheek. Her warm touch makes you burn up. “You look all the sane to me, gorgeous.”

She rips a page out of your notebook, pen in her mouth. It’s not designed to look like a rose but she looks like a lovergirl to you. If she swung the other way, girls would already be at her doorstep. Hell, you aren’t even one and your eyes cling already to the ends of her skirt.

You watch as the black fountain pen slips out from between her lips and writes the title of your lesson on the top. Why do you keep staring? She somehow makes everything look straight out of a film. Somi would be the beauty, the one whose role is deservingly main and the one they’d post on social media talking about how she was beautiful then and she still was now. Newer generations would yearn to be alive in her prime years so they’d bask in the moment they shouldn’t even have nostalgia for.

Yeah. In your head, Somi’s lived a thousand lives. The most impossible one is the part where she loves you.

On this campus in a galaxy that made everything seem small, she’s your friend. That’s both enough and too little for you. But she’s here, and that’s all that matters. 

“What happened to ‘dickhead’?” you ask. In this universe, you’re also an asshole. Sip mildly on your milk tea. You expected it, but the sweetness is over the top. You have to set it down on the counter. 

“My names for you change depending on my mood, so don’t take whatever for granted.” She starts to copy down the reviewer. “Like, not even a ‘Thank you Somi for the amazing milk tea’? Right now, my name for you is, and I quote, ‘an ungrateful pain in the ass.’ End quote.”

Conversational Korean fills the lines of your notebook. The subjects and verbs are underlined as well as the figures of speech. It doesn’t look like a headache when she’s writing it. The girl could use some penmanship coaching though.

You rest your arm on her shoulder and release a dramatic breath. “Thank you Somi for the amazing milk tea.”

“Where’s the part that goes, uh,” she begins, before clearing her throat, “‘Thank you Somi for being so pretty’?”

Oh, you thank her for that a thousand times. Not once have you said it out loud. But it’s sweet, telling someone they’re pretty. As if to thank that somehow, the world molded her into perfection, even if you’d stare just for a long while. 

“You’re so self-absorbed.”

“Alright,” says Somi, dropping the pen. It slams on the glass. “If that’s what you want. Stop me from being Mother fucking Teresa and being so kind to help you out with your school life crisis.”

“Wait, you’re gonna do my stuff?” 

“In exchange for mukbaps,” she offers cheerfully. She lifts her shoulders with a prudent nonchalance. “Math? Korean? Consider it done.”

She draws your laptop to herself and opens your canvas. Your missing assignment list isn’t exhaustive but there’s a reason why you can’t get to it immediately. These professors disguise their homeworks as short and simple, when in reality, their questions come with three bullets that require a fucking novel for an answer. You’re a writer but this stuff drains you.

She clicks your math task. Is Somi actually serious about this? She’s typing down formulas like a madman. Was she actually going to do it?

And are you… blushing? 

“T-thank you.”

What else can you say? You’d say a lot of things. But when a vacant thought enters the flow—something about a deeper sense of gratitude, about how you’ll never have another friend like her—it’s all over. You don’t want the end to come. Uni can go on in your life for ages just as long as Somi keeps coming to your place.

So that’s all you say: thank you.

Because you can tell her anything, but at the same time, you can’t.

“Don’t thank me. Seriously, I never know how to respond,” she says, laughing. You wonder how she manages to change her laughs from shy and sweet, to loud and unkempt. She’s a versatile girl. “You’re gonna make bank soon, too. You’re showing up to that interview tomorrow, right?”

Thinking of it makes you a little uneasy. Sure, writing’s been on your side since forever, but what if they don’t think it is? This is your only hope—the tall building in the flier, the smiling employees, the coaxing font. You won’t settle for any other job. It was yours, just not right now.

You trace your fingers on the back of Somi’s hand. “Yeah.” 

She smiles. “They’ll fall head-over-heels in love with you,” she says. A friendly(?) kiss to your knuckles is planted and bloomed. Hope she doesn’t notice the tension in them that comes right after. “I know it.

She’s so sure about it, too. How does she have this much faith in you? You don’t even believe that you’ll graduate.

“Seriously… thank you.”

“Hey, really,” Somi says again, “it’s no problem. Things can get real hard around here.” 

Don’t you know it.

Fucking algebra starts to flood your screen while Korean occupies your papers. Staring at them, you yourself start to fill with an unnerving sense of doom. You can’t run away. They said in kindergarten the sun would explode in a billion years. It seems like you've been studying for longer. Why aren’t you dead yet?

You’re not even drinking the milk tea greedily but your throat constricts, like you’ve taken a medicine that would do worse than better for you. See? It even makes your eyes water and your mind spill with thoughts that prophesize inevitable, ugly failure. You’ll fail and fail like a doomed scratch project, and none of it will be worth it. 

Somi pauses from explaining Korean grammar. It’s cinematic—the wind from your window brushes back her blonde locks as if they were drawn and animated, then presents a face that exudes natural beauty. Her large doe eyes—attentive, dancing with light—and slightly open mouth—pretty little mouth, impossibly soft lips—make you a little crazy. 

“You okay?” she asks.

Swallow. “Yeah. Totally.”

“Sure?”

“I’m not your dad, you know,” you sigh. “You don’t have to take care of me.”

But it’s all you yearn for. 

“Okay. I get it.” Somi rolls her eyes. “So, as I was saying, I suggest just saying the ‘neo’ character like you’re moaning. Like ‘ohhh—”

Balls of tapioca bounce from your mouth and on your keyboard. Somi’s shocked and noisy cackle bellows louder than the telenovela. You forget whatever your tears were for.

-

The tears come back a few days later. That’s when you remember you’ve got an interview and it’s not really ideal when the realization grips you like it wants you to die. You wake up that morning in a cold sweat, and the anxiety’s back—as if it ever left.

“You sure you got all your papers?” she asks. That’s Yunjin, and she probably shouldn’t be here. But she’s never played by the rules in her life. “I mean, you can’t rush back and tell them you forgot something. It’ll look pretty bad on your record.”

At least you don’t look bad. You rented formal attire off the local dress shop and it turned out pretty good. The jacket doesn’t smell and there aren’t wrinkles on your pants. Clothes, you’ve come to find out, leave a great first impression. For one: Somi thought you were a huge loser when you strolled into campus wearing a black shirt and loose pants. 

(“No fashion sense at all,” you remember her saying as she laughed over a cup of coffee. “It was almost pitiable.”)

It’s funny how the borrowed suit looks better than the shoes you actually own. There’s flaws running on the leather as they pave the way to the building. You’re pretty sure the sole’s a bit fucked, too. But you wouldn’t give them away. They’re too special a pair, just like you and Somi—

“Damn, they take offense to everything.” You return to the conversation. There you are again, going off track. Isn’t that what you always do? “I can’t even pass a document without some kind of divine judgment?”

Yunjin laughs humorlessly. “Welcome to the real world, kid.”

She says it like it’s something to be proud of. The real world isn’t all that nice. The bills are expensive and so are the food you need and the medications prescribed to you by a doctor who’s also fucking expensive. You don’t win in this game.

“You’re younger than me, Yunjin,” you say. “I think you should leave that talk to the grown-ups.”

She scoffs. “I know another person younger than you, and you don’t complain when she talks.”

You hate how only one name comes to mind. Block it out, like you do to everything. 

“Shut up.”

“Oh, that’s you.” Yunjin nods sarcastically. “That’s really, really you.”

What better interpretation is there to make? You, a foreigner to vulnerability or you, being a foreigner to thinking about anyone but Somi? Yunjin gives you this funny look—brows curled, lips pulling to the side—that tells you exactly which. 

You look away.

“Look,” Yunjin says, serious this time. “It’s gonna be alright. It might not seem like it but it will. You’re a good fucking writer, and you’re lucky enough to have people who believe in you.”

-

And if you don’t?

-

A good start: you ace the phys-ed class with your flexibility. Stretching really helps. You had to learn that the hard way.

You’re energized enough to pick up your things and go to class without dozing off on the bathroom floor. You’re optimistic about today. Let your positive thinking become reality: today, an actual step forward from the usual teaching. You’re speaking it into actual life when you say there will be no shitty professors, no bad encounters, and no loaded homework.

“Religion,” says your professor, a stout man whose beard opposes his actual age, “is a complex subject. You can divide it into polytheistic, meaning the belief of many deities, and mono-, the opposite.”

Your brow curls.

You look at the screen projected onto the empty space on the wall. The bright colors that border between unreadable and eye-scorching look familiar. Grumble softly through your teeth; yep, professor Chant taught this to you a week ago. Why is he repeating a lesson?

It’s funny how your first affirmation is transformed to mere wishful thinking. Nothing ever goes right here.

“There’s often a debate that sparks wars, as we can see from history.”

Obviously.

“We can trace it back to centuries ago, when the crusades still existed.”

Of course?

“Now, the rampage still goes on.”

Well, you never. 

Psst.

Not from professor Chant, but from a soft tapping on your shoulder. You turn around—it’s Somi. Suddenly, your breath learns how to do a disappearing act. You swallow, but it’s still not there. Where's the wand?

Somehow, you don’t hear your professor start to identify different faiths. All the faith you need is hers in you.

The look on her face tells you she’s as tired of this shit as you are. She points to your professor then twirls her finger beside her temple. You stifle a giggle at the dizzied eyes she makes as well. Sometimes, (well, a lot of the time—it’s happened more than you’re brave enough to fess up), Somi makes this uninteresting life at least be something worth laughing at. It’s not even that funny yet you have to compose yourself lest you’re caught talking during class.

Her thumb jabs in the air in the direction of the door. You know exactly what she means. It’s been days of meaningless repetition in lessons, each with little to no difference than the last. Nothing’s pointing to the possibility of things taking a turn for the better today. You might as well do what she’s hinting at: leave with her.

You’re still hesitant although you’d go with her to a haunted house if she asked. “Can we?” you whisper.

Somi clicks her tongue. “If we can’t,” she says, weighing her head to the side, “would you let me go alone?”

You’re on your feet before you even have time to think.

She has this smug look on her face that you’d love to wipe off, but it’s so attractive on her that you let it stay. “That’s what I thought.” 

Without bothering to make up a false excuse or trying to be discreet, you’re out of the classroom. It’s not your first time ditching classes anyway, and you only do those for the ones full of bullcrap. This class fits all the criteria for a shitty period that deserves abandonment.

“Remind me why I chose fucking ethics for my minor,” Somi says with a huff that inflates her cheeks. She steers you away from the clear windows of the other classrooms so that they don’t catch sight of your scholarly crime. Your cheeks burn as you feel her hold on your forearm. “It’s not like I wanted to be Socrates or some shit.”

Picture Somi’s face sculpted on a stone and her words taught to thousands. What quote would they like the best: “I’d rather jump off a cliff than wear flats” or “Food for thought? Where do they sell that?”?

“Yeah,” you say, “you already do enough corrupting of minds.” 

At least it isn’t raining today. The sky’s gray, but only a soft wind blows by. It almost takes Somi with it. Must be why she’s gripping you so hard. That’s alright; you like her. A touch from her is exactly what you need after that hellhole.

“I get that professor Chant can’t teach, but the whole point was that Socrates didn’t corrupt those kids, right? He just didn’t shut up.” She looks down at her watch. After duly noting you’ve got plenty of time to kill, she looks back up. Her long lashes are like butterfly wings, rising and falling under her eyes as she blinks. “He had good ideas everyone was scared of. It was like the majority’s opinion after he made us pass those essays about it.”

“Oh, really?”

“I mean, yeah.”

“I wouldn’t know. I don’t do essays.”

“Of course.”

Somi twiddles her pencil between her lips. She’s always had that kind—the ones that are naturally full, naturally kissable. They just fit the rest of her small, beautiful face that returns the favor of beauty reciprocally with a button nose and large eyes. It’s like her parents talked before they did the deed and said, “Okay, let’s make one that’ll grow up to be the prettiest fucking thing anybody’ll ever see.” You’d confidently say they were successful.

That pencil tapped you on your shoulder earlier. And now, it’s touching the lipsticked brims of her mouth. That’s the closest connection you’ll ever make with her. The knowledge is as Parnassian as it’s melancholic.

“You wanna get breakfast?” One blink from her makes her rephrase. “Oh, what am I thinking? You’re in college; you don’t eat breakfast.”

“I could use some right now. Where’s the nearest spot?”

She hums thoughtfully as she shoves her hands into the pockets of her high-waist square pants. Even the width of the fabric can’t hide how full her thighs are. “You mind going down Denny’s?” she offers.

You snicker. “I don’t swing that way, Jeon, sorry.”

“What? What are you even—” Her brows knot before releasing, the pupils below them throwing themselves to the sky. “Oh, shut up.” 

The victim of your dad jokes from the day you met, Somi’s the perfect girl to target. It doesn’t take a cleverly layered joke to get to her. She rolls her eyes so easily. But she’s been through it enough to bear the task of taking your wrist and walking to Denny’s. 

You shiver at the cold wind when you welcome yourself through the doors. Maybe you should have brought a jacket. On the bright side, there’s no storm today. Look around warily—okay, no tornadoes around here either. You’re still a little traumatized by that vision you had.

The restaurant is nicely clear. Only a few people are around, here to work on their computers or catch a snack after jogging. If only it were like this everyday, you would have gone here for breakfast all those years ago.

Somi pulls out her Gucci wallet and peers through the bills inside, as if she'd ever run out of cash. Her allowance goes up to thousands. There's no need for her to worry.

“I’m paying," she says finally. She jerks her head to the menu up in lights on the tilted ceiling. “Whaddya want?”

You shrug. “Pancakes?”

Somi smiles, brightly and beautifully. “Pancakes.”

Pancakes indeed.

A string of honey drizzles all over your breakfast. Cream on the top, too. Oh, and also some iced coffee, tailored to your wants rather than needs. This is an excessive and probably lethal amount of sugar for a college student to be consuming. For breakfast, too, at nine-whatever. But who’s keeping note? 

Definitely not Somi. She’s taking real advantage over the free syrup. Some of it gets on her lips and chin. 

“You're having way too much fun,” you say, your forking through your breakfast a hypocritical act. “Slow down. You eat the food, not the other way around.”

“I’ll eat yours if you don’t shut up.” Somi squirts (huh?) an unholy amount of chocolate all over her pancakes. It’s like a sugar bomb exploded on her plate. “And probably you, too.”

That glint in her eye. Must be the sunshine refracting from the glass windows. “I won’t shut up then.” Not like anything bad’ll happen if you play along?

Your place in the restaurant is more secluded. It’s near the corner, sheltered by four walls that consist of a window and some posters, which isn’t a problem. Like you said, you like Somi’s company, especially when you’re alone. She can go from bright and jokeful to seriously meaningful. She plays her game on both sides, and it makes you laugh and cry.

And soon, you're talking like there's no one around. Perhaps the volume of your voices is too notched up, but you don't notice. Somi's so easy to talk to that you wonder if it would have been that way if she were any other girl. She knows when to listen, keeping silent (a feat you didn't know she was able to perform) when it isn't her dice to roll, and talks so freely. 

You can't help smiling as she talks with crumbs on the sides of her mouth.

She's laughing when she says, “Oh god, I don’t wanna hear it. Spare us the pain. Like what my mom did when she said I dressed like a retired washed up supermodel in high school to first year.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“I mean, it was.” Somi digs the prongs of her utensil into the pancake’s whipped cream heart and drives them through. “Senior year sours everything up.”

“I would've loved to be classmates with you back then.”

“Hah.” She makes a smug little sound. “I was an angry hormonal bitch, you wouldn’t want to meet me.”

“Eh. I could have handled you. Anything that happened before second year doesn’t count anyway.”

In the future, you’ll say that anything that happened before you were employed doesn’t count. Then it’ll move on to how the events before a certain age aren't judged, and so on. Life continues its run, its criterias and ideals change. 

Surprisingly, you're still chasing after it.

“Fair. Everyone’s angry and miserable in HS.”

Painfully accurate. “We all have those little realizations later in life. Youth makes us angry at nothing.”

She snorts on her hot chocolate. “You know, you have a better shot at being Socrates than me,” Somi says. “All that shit about food eating me. Like who the hell comes up with that?”

“Socrates?”

“Really funny.”

“Hey, who said ‘food for thou—’”

“I’ll show you food for thought, fucker!” 

Before Somi could pump a blastful of strawberry syrup into your hair, a soft cough makes itself clear just in your vicinity. Both of your heads turn.

Professor Jung. Statement vest and square pants, it’s impossible to mistake him for any other man. He’s always been asthmatic, so that phlegm-filled cough is a trademark for him, something you associate with the old man.

“You have a mouth on you, miss Jeon,” he says bluntly. He offers her a subtly reprimanding expression.

Shit, you’ve just been caught cutting classes. What do you do now? There’s the evidence all out on the table to pick apart on: the food, the time on Somi’s watch, the conversation. Look around and see that the place has no bathroom to hide in, or a back window to jump out of.

"Hi, professor Jung," you mutter.

“Not to be rude or anything,” Somi tells him, “but what are you doing here?”

Trust her to always be honest with an air of feistiness. You purse your lips to muffle your groan.

“I could ask you the same thing," Jung replies pointedly.

You could hear a pin drop in the wordless silence in the booth. It’s like time froze here and went on everywhere else. 

“Darn it.” Somi throws her gaze up to the ceiling. “Fine, we’re cutting. And you?”

"Teachers eat breakfast, too."

"Oh." She contemplates this. "Really?"

You whisper her name sharply, admonishing her: Somi, shut up, But she gives you her classic, disarming glare and twists her hand into a fist. It’s basically SSL (Somi Sign Language) for: Suck my dick and balls.

Your professor looks on, mildly… entertained? He chews on the inside of his cheek. “Normally, I’d cast a blind eye on absences.” He lifts his cup full of steaming black coffee to his lips, and somehow takes it in without wincing. “I was your age once, you know. But I need to talk to you.”

Now his eyes are directed at you. Yes, you, the only other guy in the conversation. His firm stare seals and locks on your face that there's no doubt whatsoever that he’s not referring to anyone else. The question is: why? Somi’s cutting, too—why do you have to take one for the team?

Swallow a chunk of honeyed pancakes. “Yes, professor?”

“Is it alright that I discuss this with you privately?”

Your nerves are getting the best of you. Maybe you shouldn't have ignored his message last night. What could he possibly be here for that's so urgent?

-

“Seventy percent, Jeon. Seventy percent.”

“I’m gonna make up for it!”

“Make up for it? Somi, there’s no going back from that! I’m failing!”

“Please?”

“No. No mukbaps for you.”

“Come on! It’s not rocket science,” she says, bundling herself over a book she “borrowed” from the library. She reads the text—all those symbols, large numbers, and complex formulas—and sighs. “But it’s not exactly ABCs either.”

It’s not necessarily up to you to try and make it easier for her to fix her mistake. You’ve got your own problems in a sack, and this one she made herself. But when she has those blonde brows creased together in frustration and a timer to keep herself accountable, you wish you were smarter. Tougher. Wiser. If you were, you would have figured a lot of things out before everything even happened.

But you’re not. You never have been. So, you say, “Something in the middle?” 

"Huh.” Somi pauses. She gives you a look. “Is it?"

"I guess so."

You sip on your own cup, then wipe the smear of brown it left on your upper lip. You had coffee at Denny’s but another cup wouldn’t hurt you. At least, not unless you’re seventy-five with a heart disease or something. (Ah, see here, with the way your back hurts if you twist just a little, you could qualify as a senior. Gotta collect those discounts.)

Anyway, the setting is this: it’s only afternoon, but you wouldn’t have guessed with the rain. You’re at your place, as you always are, with a visitor who welcomes herself at any time of the day. That visitor is Somi, and she has your spare key for herself. Although she’s not exactly unwelcome, you do get tired of her ransacking your fridge at times. But that’s just you—your usual, pessimistic self. 

And she’s… just Somi. Can’t be just Somi—another student among others—with a face like that. With all that beauty and wit going on for her, you don’t get why she isn’t hanging out with those sorority girls. You’re certain they’d be more than happy to welcome her. She’s better off practicing some witch rituals with them than studying with you. 

Actually, there's plenty of things she could do rather than be here. She could drop school to be a model since she’s got the height and face for it. She could audition to be an idol, just like the ones you see on television, and make a bigger name for herself.

And yet she stays.

You'll never be able to solve that mystery. It'll become a cold case in your drawer, one that'll haunt you forever because although your fridge tires of being raided, you like having her over.

"Can I say something to you?" asks Somi. She shuts the book and smiles at you tightly. You can see the irritability lining her lips. Oh, whatever for? What did you do to deserve that?

You'll bite. Carefully. "Yeah."

"Ugh. That's what I'm saying, what I’m about to anyway. It’s… I swear to god, you and your useless answers.” She slaps a hand on your table. “It's a rhetorical question, you prick. You aren't supposed to say something."

As careful as you were, you end up saying the wrong thing. Somi’s eyes roll up to the ceiling and she lets out the biggest sigh you’ve ever heard. Goddamn it, another fuck up. You never know what to say to her.

“Apparently,” you start, huffing out a breath that collects itself in a cold dust in the air, “I’m not supposed to say anything.”

Slap the pencil you’ve been toying with on the kitchen table. Fuck this.

You hop off the stool and start to occupy yourself with collecting your dirty laundry from the floor. One article of clothing equals one of the many burdens off your back. You’ve been stalling bringing them to the laundry shop for ages, and now it’s biting you back in the ass. Hey, that’s always how it turns out: you keep something for another day, and when that day comes you call bullshit and not do anything. Old habits die hard—you’re still the same bum you were in senior high.

Somi smirks as she twirls the Mongol you’ve abandoned with a shake of her head. “And it’d be a lot better that way, trust me.”

She’s right. If speaking to Somi were a course, you’d be failing it. You either come off as trying too hard or aggressive. It’s already a blessing by itself that you can even attempt to respond properly. 

Here you go again.

“You can either go fuck yourself, Jeon,” you throw a t-shirt at her that has coffee stains from weeks ago, “or you help me clean our house. You already fucked up my assignment.”

She’s surprisingly swift in grabbing it. Perhaps she’s realized that she has nothing better to do for she starts to clean up, too. Piles and piles of clothes disappear from the floor and into transparent laundry bags. Each gets filled to the zippers—that’s how long you’ve been winging it.

For the first time in weeks, your floor’s beginning to lose its mess. Save for the dust that’s accumulated in the corners, it’s relatively clean. As you and Somi pick up your clothes and paper bags, you come to your usual realization.. You see how easy it is to just clean up but still won’t learn from it. You’re a psychic—you can already see that this routine of avoiding your responsibilities will repeat itself in the future, until you learn and unlearn it again.

“Our house?” Somi folds a pair of denim jeans and slips it into a Ziploc. “If I remember correctly, I don’t even live here.”

You start to laugh loudly. What an absurd thing to take away from your remark. “You might as well be with how often you break and enter.”

“And I’m so glad you like my company.”

Well, it’s not like you initiate it. You’ve been friends with Somi since last year, and even from the beginning she was the one who made the plans, volunteered to be study buddies, all that shit about getting together. Your friendship grew and soon you made plans— 

Oh.

So it wasn’t as one-sided as you thought.

You can’t bite back another commentary. “I should call the cops on you right now. I’ll file a restraining order and you won’t ever see me or my house again.”

You moron. What’s wrong with you? You always end up saying the wrong things, a guise for what hides beneath all that fake confidence you have up for you. It’s what’s gotten you into fights and arguments before, some severe. One might think that with a tongue like yours you would have figured out a solution. Nope, they’d think wrong.

“Please,” she says, smiling at you once more but with a tinge of sass on it now. Somi never lets anything get to her. In fact, she mirrors back whatever you say with a stronger refraction. “We both know you can’t go a day without me.”

You’d tell her she’s flattering herself. You’d say that she thinks of her position in your mind too highly, but you can’t bring yourself to even mutter it. The syllables form in the corners of your mouth but they already feel wrong from the get-go. It’s like the mere act of replying would be lying or something.

You’ve lied to Somi a hundred times before. You said you couldn’t stomach your ice cream though you just wanted her to have it because you saw her staring at it. You said you did your homework and teased her about it when she said she didn’t. You said she was an asshole after she drew on your face while you slept on the sofa.

But saying that you could go a day without her was something you didn’t have the heart to do. 

Well, what if it isn’t a lie?

It melts in your mouth. Nope, you aren’t going to say anything stupid. You already have enough stupid falsehoods said and done.

“Didn’t I get this for you?” she asks, breaking your reverie and lifting up a hoodie. 

You study it. It looks familiar so she must have. Observe the statement sublimation-printed on it: “BEST DADDY EVER.” It's gotta be weird morally, ethically, whatever category it falls under. But somehow, you grin when you see it. Not weird at all to you. 

You look away, pretending to be very interested in the flowerpot by your window. "Yeah." 

"It's on the ground,” Somi says, deep in her thoughts, “with all the stuff you wear.” A simper fights its way on her mouth. 

"Uh huh."

“It’s with the laundry.”

“What are you getting at here?”

"So… that means you used it." Her cheeky Cheshire smile grows wider.

Reel back a few months, to the first Christmas you and Somi spent together. You were unwrapping your gifts from under the small tree of evergreen and red ribbons, and came to discover that she gave you that: 

A hoodie, with the kind of print that doesn't fade so everyone knows loud and clear, till the day you move on to the unknown realm, that you're someone's best father.

But it’s how it has double meanings that makes you crack up.  

"I'm not wearing this," you muttered, hardly containing your laughs. "What the fuck is this?"

Somi threw her head back and let out the most improper laugh ever. It bounced off the walls and echoed in your ears. "You like it!" she replied, bringing her hands together in satisfaction. “Come on, look me in the eyes and tell me you hate it.”

You jutted the hoodie out in front of you and looked at it in disbelief. It was an abomination—the color was a disgusting shade of red, the kind that tapered on the line between merry Christmas and murder, with a skeleton-like character on a motorbike below the words that declared you the best dad in the world. From the seams to the print, it was ridiculous, and you couldn’t stop laughing.

You scratched your head as if doing so would stop your healthy guffaws. "Somi. Somi, I'm serious, I'm not going out with this."

And yet here you are now, caught with the evidence of having worn it. 

"I had *nothing else to put on that day," you defend yourself.

*(You had plenty. You had just ordered a bunch of shirts from the local store and pants so that the school dress code would allow you reprieve from the weather that switched constantly between numbingly cold and the kind of sunny that burned your scalp.)

Somi nods mockingly, and packs the hoodie away. She knows your truth, but she'll let you have this one.

“You know,” she says thoughtfully, slumping on the floor with her back to the feet of your table, “I don’t really get what all this is for anymore.”

You're leaning against the cheap painted walls of your home. Sweat beads the sides of your faces and bags of clothes surround you. You look like a couple who just moved into a new home. Oh, what a fantasy. Not that you’d like it to actually happen. You swear with all the pinkies in the world that it’s just a stray, intrusive thought. 

She chews on her bottom lip, the one that’s so much more glossed than the other that you’re not totally dismissing the idea you could use it as a mirror. You aren’t observing your reflection when you look at it, however. Why? Oh, just another cold case, and you’re the worst detective.

Suddenly, the fantasy twists itself into your heart and squeezes.

Oftentimes people are afraid of their thoughts, of themselves. That’s the reason why they lash out and say things they don’t mean. So you’re saying another line that comes off more aggressively than you think. You’re always like this around her: a sarcastic, stuttering, alliterate mess. 

“Which one? You breaking into my house at midnight ‘cause your fan broke or… oh, you know, everything else?”

Well, it’s not like it isn’t true, despite the statement only being uttered since you got nothing else to say.

Maybe that’s why you and Somi are friends—her old habits take a lot of time before disappearing, too. One of hers is entering your house with no warning, not even a text that asks as politely as it could: hey, can i come over? or perhaps even crashing at yours 2nite,, just to let you know. Nope, none of that—what Jeon Somi does is fiddle with your doorknob like a scheming thief and let herself in like she owns the place.

And it always, always scares the shit out of you.

“I mean this school thing.” Somi twitches her mouth to the side as she looks at you. “It's like there's nothing going on anymore."

"Tell me about it."

"I came here thinking I'd finally have my life together," she declares. Head shaking, she smiles. "I didn't think I'd be just… older. Not stronger or wiser or tougher. Just old as shit."

"Yeah, well, I didn't think I'd have a brat who breaks in everyday."

"You’re not giving up on that, huh? You gave me a key, babe. Can’t keep a cow and not milk it.”

“That’s the worst way to say it. You haven’t even been on a farm.”

“Piss off,” she snarls, punching you in the gut. “Go fuck yourself in the ass or something. Whatever.”

She says all those things—things that basically tell you to fuck off, sodomize yourself, whatever you do, she doesn’t fucking care—but she’s smiling. Smirking? That tiny gesture has you confused again, like all the other times wherein you have no idea if she’s shitting you or not.

It’s what keeps you on the edge of your seat. Somi has that thrill about her that’s so entrancing that it’s only right that you’re dragged along. The road’s rocky, but the wind is amazing on your bruised heels.

“I would, but we have class, remember?” Point to the clock on the wall that tells you that there’s precisely twenty minutes until your next awful hour in a cramped classroom.

"Oh, alright, so you like it in there?"

"Nothing wrong with it, but not denying or confirming anything."

"There you go again." Somi glances at the time's thin hands, recognizes the schedule they foretell, then groans. She always expresses herself dramatically, so her eyes turn themselves north and her jaw drops to the floor exaggeratedly. “Oh, please, for the love of all that’s good, don’t tell me that it’s—”

“—Kim Chungha,” you finish, regretfully. You don’t like showing up to her classes either. She’s so uptight, so full of herself that her lectures turn into a grand narration of everything she’s achieved. You didn’t pay a tuition of thousands for that. You could eavesdrop on that for free whenever a TedTalk speaker goes to your mall.

Somi shares your hate wholeheartedly. Although the hour of the class isn’t too near by any means, she’s already hating it. She’s already living in what would be a hellish moment and deprecating herself for ever thinking to enroll in it.

You groan sullenly. Somi sighs instead.

“Sometimes, I like to think about if she came out of the womb talking about how successful she is.” Your friend pinches her nose and leans into your shoulder. “‘Something something the tight womb molded me into the conceited fuck that I am today.’”

“You forgot the part about how we haven’t suffered enough.”

“Oh, of course.” Somi plays with the ends of your shirt. “‘You kids got into this college because your parents paid for it. I had to go work for it and get paid.’”

“Of course she did. Tuition was like three dinosaur bones back then and a flame from her neighbor Prometheus.”

She busts out laughing. “She’s not that old!”

She’s right. Chungha isn’t old in any way. In fact, she’s a young prodigy for a professor, considering she’s training to be one. She’s only a mere couple years your senior, too.

“Well, she doesn’t fucking act like it!” you say defensively, but you’re laughing. You and Somi love to make fun of her and the rest of your teachers. “She’s like that kid who got spanked when she was a kid and talked about it like she was in the military or something.”

“Exactly. All that because she studied in America, what a fucking bitch.”

“A bitch who’s gonna torture us if we don’t pass that essay later.” You get to your feet. “We gotta get going.” You make a finger gun at her and wink. “Dibs on the shower.”

“Asshole.” 

And just like that, you ram into the shelves. A bag of clothes rolls off one of them. You grab it before it ends up on the floor. Despite it all, you still have your spidey senses.

-

You didn't get the job.

It should've been obvious that you wouldn't. You're a college student. Your best bet was an intern position or a position lower than that. But seeing the rejection printed finely, cruelly on the paper slipped in your mail still stings. You reread it to check if it really was for you (as if anybody else in this godforsaken campus applied) and your name is still there.

We've written to inform you that you' failed again. They might as well just type that. Their paragraphs of formality and sickening professionalism won't lighten the blow.

You shake your head and blink away your tears. You won't let this dampen your day. Today will be better, mark your words. 

You hope your optimism won’t be shattered. Things are going on well. You’ve paid Doyeon, the smartest girl in your class, to tutor you. She’s kind enough to give you a session for a student-friendly price, but when she starts to teach the math, you find that you don’t want fuckshit to do with it. You’re already regretting paying her with what you could have used to spend on a meal.

Because see, there’s Doyeon, beautiful and gentle, with her pencil top against her temple, asking: “Do you understand?” 

And then there’s you, a big fucking liar: “Yep. Easy peasy.”

Alright. Maybe that went bad, but you won’t let one bad moment ruin the rest of your day. You still have more than sixteen hours to make the most of it. Let’s hope you won’t screw it up.

As you walk to your next class, you find that your head doesn’t stop spinning. That’s what math does to you. Again, it’s supposed to be stupidly easy—you mean, how difficult can counting be? But when those mathematicians added letters into it your whole word fell apart. Nothing’s been right ever since you were in middle school.

“Dude,” and there goes Somi, bouncing down the hallway and bumping into your arm. A beat. “Hey, you okay?”

You blink. Your cheek feels damp and Somi, for all her beauty, looks blurry. You don’t realize you’re crying.

Pathetic. You're fucking pathetic.

Open your mouth to deny the tears. She doesn’t let you. She wraps her arms around you and just… holds you. Doesn’t even say anything. For the first time, Jeon Somi doesn’t say something crass or out of line—doesn’t even giggle when you snort a little too loudly. 

It’s in these little, tender moments that you’re reminded she’s your friend. And she loves you.

When she lets go, your throat feels tight. “Somi, I—”

“Shhh.” She presses a finger to your lips. “I’m not gonna ask. You know what’s gonna help you out?”

“What?”

“Drinks. On me.”

-

Somi always dresses like she's going to walk a fashion show. She doesn't dare show up with an outfit that doesn't reveal or at least show her curves.

That pretty much explains why she's dressed the way she is: a short, apricot crop top that could pass for a sports bra wraps around her impeccable bust while her long legs peek not all too shyly from the ends of a denim miniskirt.

You watch her try to keep the hem of her skirt right where they should be, but they steal your eyes to what shouldn't be revealed anyway—those full yet slim thighs pressed against each other making you jealous of the little space that gets to be squeezed between them. 

But as always, you’re pretentious. “You do know it’s raining, right?” you say.

“And?” Somi cocks a brow. She smooths the top down her tummy, and you can’t look anywhere else. When the eye sins, you have to pluck it out, but you can’t. You want to keep sinning. “It’s not like a storm’s gonna stop me from being hot.”

You hate how she’s right. Through thick and thin, rain or shine, Somi remains the most gorgeous girl you know. She’s always pulled together, not one speck out of place. She walks with a strut a runway model would be jealous of. It’s not your fault that you lust after her when she’s… like that. Or maybe that’s another lie—maybe you don’t really want her.

And yet another.

Click your tongue. “Okay.” 

Lift your bag. Stop in your tracks. You still have more to say.

Look at her. Look at the slopes of her curvaceous body, the smile in her lined eyes, the way the crop top shows too much but just right. Did she catch you? 

Not even you with your artificial nonchalance and indifference can deny that—

“You look good today.”

She smiles. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

-

So this is what happens: you drive, because (1) Somi can’t be bothered to, and (2) she can’t drive for shit. The last time you let her handle your car, she almost put you on the news. Oh, and (3) the bar is a little far from your college; you aren’t really planning to hike your way there.

Apparently, it’s a bad day for a lot of people here, too. A drunkard murmurs at the bar about how he loved her until she left him for someone better, and you could hear crying coming from the bathroom. Strangely fascinating how everyone’s here for different reasons, but for the same idea: some sort of relief. 

“I’m very sorry about the way I…. you know, cried.” You make the first conversation starter. It’s an awkward topic, but you suppose she won’t have a problem with it. Somi’s your friend, isn’t she? 

“Nothing to apologize for,” she says. Her eyes are lined with some sort of bright color that makes them look more enchanting. Makes the tears more apparent. “I’ve been breaking down too. Just in different ways.”

You wonder what’s beneath all that. All that blonde hair, flirty long lashes, the attitude. It only occurs to you now that you’ve never seen Somi cry. Maybe mockingly, when she doesn’t want to do her graphics, or for theater. But never in the raw sense of the word.

She’s stronger than one would think, you realize. Jeon Somi, more soldier than princess, though she doesn’t look the part. Perhaps her sword is the lipgloss ever present in her purse, the shield the smile she puts on everyday no matter the conflict. She deserves a lot more credit than what she’s given.

“What do you want?”

You can’t stop staring at the fake star tattoo on her chest. “You. Y-you can choose. It’s your money, not mine.”

You can’t tell if it’s the red, beaming lights or your imagination. You swear you saw her smirk. Quickly avert your gaze. 

You don’t know how to go about these feelings for Somi. Are they romantic? Platonic? Whatever? You won’t deny that she’s pretty. Just look at her, gorgeous legs crossed on the stool, eyes magnetic. It’s a fact, forever undeniable, kind of like common sense at this point.

Yet there’s this: you’ve been friends for so long. You’d hate to ruin that. 

“A martini, please.” Somi looks at you rather than the bartender, a glimmer in her eye as she adds, “Extra dirty.”

Okay, well-

You don’t speak for a while. It’s awkward, really, trying to divert the moment after you were pretty sure she had eyefucked you. Somi doesn’t seem to mind. She’s staring at her reflection in a nearby bottle, reapplying her lipstick. It makes her mouth look plumper. Poutier, too. You decide to discard that thought and train your eyes on something else. 

But it’s hard not to look at Somi. You’re sure every heterosexual man in this bar/club/crying lounge is staring at her. Hell, even a few girls. But it somehow makes your heart squeeze a little more when you remember you are the one she brought out to have drinks. You’re the only one in this lonely place she considers a friend.

“So,” she says. “We’ve both been going through shit, huh.”

Just in time for the martinis to arrive. You laugh roughly, quickly drinking one up. ‘That’s one way to put it.”

"To surviving another week of academia," she raises her shot glass, a glint of defiance in her eyes. ‘And to us, for being the tough fucking shits that we are.”

You clink your glass against hers, the sharp crack almost lulling through the music. The martini burns a fiery path down your throat. You wince; yeah, you need some of that beer later. Martini’s never been your forte, but hey, it does the job. Your shoulders have already lost their tension. And Somi’s paying anyway. Beggars can’t be choosers.

“Seriously, I thought professor Jung was going to kill me,” you sigh, leaning back against the cool metal of the stool. “Maybe one of these days.”

“Don’t go yet. I’ll miss you too much.”

“Thanks for the sympathy. For that, I won’t write you off in my will.”

“Good boy.”

You gulp. Take another long sip of the martini. She knows exactly what she’s doing. You know her intentions too. Nobody just goes to a bar and wears an outfit like that for nothing. So why is it only you who’s shivering with anxiety?

She turns to you, her expression softening. For a few precious moments, her eyes look less striking. They’re more concerned, glazing over you slowly. "You look like you need more than just a drink, though. You look… hollowed out."

“Don’t I know it.”

“Hey, I’m just saying. We need to find a way to de-stress before we both lose our fucking minds and we die before graduation.”

The corner of your mouth twitches upwards. “One vice at a time, Somi. One vice at a time.”

She giggles. “That’s what I like about you.” Her golden hair tosses as she shakes her head and she’s back to nursing her drink. “You’re funny. Hot. Yeah, you’re weird sometimes, let’s be fucking honest. But you’re my bestest friend in the world.”

Your chest warms up. It’s probably the nicest thing anyone’s told you all week. And it was said to you in a noise-polluted bar, after crying your heart out, and by Somi.

You used to dream of meaning this much to somebody. All your life, you’ve felt discarded. The floater friend. It worsened when you enrolled in college. What they don’t tell you about this time in your life is that it’s a dog-eat-dog world. You survive or you don’t.

And now you’ve got your bestest friend in the world, telling you that you’re her friend, too. You mean something to her. You’re the only guy she’d take out to a bar like this and spend thousands on. 

“Well… say something about me.” Somi suddenly stops drumming her fingertips on the counter and brings them to yours. The contact burns. It’s the tiniest arson ever committed.

Hey, you’re in a bar. It’s not supposed to be anything personal. You ought to drink and dance and hope you get tipsy enough to forget about everything. But you’re here, forced to cope with a dilemma of feelings, and the fact that beyond her loudness, she still cares about you. 

It goes deeper than personal.

“I—” How do you say this? Hope this easy smile gets you out of trouble. Or in trouble, whichever is best. “I think you’re the hottest girl I’ve ever met. Kind of… a little wild, too. I like that, you know.”

Somi smiles, slowly and painfully. It’s killing you in a thousand different ways—by knife, by fire, by self, by her.

“Wow,” she says, looking down at your drink. What’s worth studying about that dull glass? “You’re a real charmer, y’know that? Just know how to make my heart melt.” 

For whatever reason, there’s no sarcasm entangled in her words. It’s too much. You can’t deal with it. But you push it anyway.

“What about me? You say something about me.”

Somi blinks. Smiles for the first time in minutes. “You’re really my type, if that means anything.”

Your forehead wrinkles. “That’s all?”

“I don’t know.” Somi groans then downs another drink. This conversation makes her want to die of alcohol poisoning. She’s getting there—her ditzy eyes connect with yours and you know she’s pulling you down with her. “I talk a lot, don’t I? But you never really say anything. It kind of hurts.”

You don’t need the reminder. You’re so bad at communicating that you can’t even talk to your best friend. But then you look at her, and she’s just so pretty that you think it’s understandable. It’s understandable that you keep quiet rather than say the wrong thing, let her talk when her voice is like honey, silence your heart so that you won’t lose the sight of that pretty face. 

Your shoulders slump. You’re never going to figure this out. These odd feelings for her. This whole college thing, too. The jobs you can’t take, the qualifications you don’t meet. You’re never gonna make it.

“So,” she begins, like she’s about to make a proposal. “What’s it gonna take for you to shut me up? Or, better yet—” 

She lifts your chin before you could drink again. You can’t drink your way out of this. The last thing she’ll let you do is scamper away, like you always do. 

“What’s it gonna take to get your cock in my mouth?”

You shiver.

A warmth spreads through your veins. It’s not entirely from the alcohol. You make that conclusion as you watch her tongue dart out, moistening her bottom lip. The air around you seems to thicken. 

Her knee brushes lightly against yours. The contact is electric already. Nobody’s made you feel this way before. No, not before Somi. Her gaze drops, lingering on your lap for a beat too long before flicking back to your eyes.

Your breath hitches. The audacity of this girl, you swear. “Somi…”

“Not a lot then, huh?”

Somi’s hand continues its slow, teasing ascent. Her fingertips now brush against the sensitive fabric of your jeans. You feel the unmistakable hardening beneath her touch and honest to god groan.

“Good,” she whispers, a triumphant smirk playing on her lips. “I knew you'd like that.”

Her nimble fingers find the zipper of your jeans. A wave of heat washes over you.

“Are you sure?” Your voice is a ragged whisper.

She doesn't answer with words. Instead, she slowly, painstakingly, pulls down your zipper. You flinch at the sound of the metal zipping against each other. Somewhere in those eyes you find a challenge. I dare you, Somi says, to tell me to stop right now. Tell me you don’t want me to blow you in a public place and make myself look like your cumslut. It’s your choice, you know. All up to you.

You don’t say anything.

Her fingers brush against the warm cotton of your boxers. You feel them wrap hard on the head of your cock. Somi starts stroking you slowly. 

“So big,” she murmurs. You feel the rush of blood, the immediate hardening, your cock springing free from the constrains of your pants.

You close your eyes for a moment. This cannot be happening. Jeon Somi, your impossibly hot best friend cannot be jerking you off. Maybe this is all a dream. Yet when you open them, her very real gorgeous face is still there.

A hot wet warmth suddenly wraps the head of your cock. Her mouth works its magic. You grip your seat. You try to think about other things despite the obvious distraction in your lap. How warm the bar suddenly is. How nobody seems to care she’s throating you. How Somi, you come to find out, is a woman who lives by a method. First, her tongue dances along your base. Then it’s gone only to return with renewed vigor. She has her hands on your thighs, pushing you down her throat and letting your cock slap on the flat of her tongue.

You let out a shaky breath as the pleasure intensifies. Somehow, the place becomes nonexistent. There’s no setting to this story. The bar is gone and so is the shitty music and the dancers. There’s no plot either. All it dissolves down to is the climax: the suction of Somi’s plump lips on your dick and the sight of her tits bouncing as she takes you.

“Fuck. Somi, I’m gonna-”

Seemingly determined, she takes it all. Her intense gaze never leaves you. Even as she deepthroats you, she seems to be smiling wickedly. Almost as if she planned this for the entirety of the day. 

She lets her tongue flick and it’s finally over.

You honestly black out for a few minutes. It’s hard to process it all. Just a few hours earlier you were crying about another essay and the cruelty of your professor. Now, you’re spilling your cum down Somi’s throat. And you’re watching her take it all, happily sucking the sanity out of you. Her hands are an oxymoron at this point, placed on your thighs to keep you from shaking so much yet her touch is too electric to make you stop. That’s just what Somi is: a walking contradiction. Too pretty to be tough but she’s stronger than you are. Too girlish to even pick up a tissue from a sidewalk but she got on her knees in this seedy bar for you. 

“See?” Somi says, sounding very triumphant. “Didn’t take much.”

-

The Uber ride back to Somi’s apartment is a blur of streetlights. The moon doesn’t even look real. The warmth from the drinks and the kissing makes everything feel softer, closer. Her head rests on your shoulder, her fingers tracing idle patterns on your thigh. 

You don’t resist it. You’re both pleasantly buzzed. Tonight, you’ll forget about your shitty college and your overflowing canvas. It’s all about you and her.

“My place is a fucking mess,” she laughs. “Don’t judge me, daddy, will you?” Somi catches on to the tension in your body and smirks. Oh, she’s got you all figured out, from the inside and out. "Oh yeah, I'm calling you daddy."

"Shut up." You roll your eyes, embarrassed. 

Somi smiles, eyes disappearing. "Make me, daddy."

The word hangs in the air like a question. It’s new, this game. It’s probably dangerous and holds a lot of repercussions you won’t be able to handle sober. But you find yourself following her inside, the door clicking shut to seal you both in the dim, cozy chaos of her living room. 

It’s not even that much of a mess. Or maybe the obvious old, lived-in wealth distracts you from the numerous shopping bags and parcels. Somi tries to kick off her heels but stumbles. You catch her by the waist. She flinches in surprise. Her abdomen is firm beneath your touch, soft in all the right places.

“You know what?”

Somi smiles. “What?”

You hold her closer. For the first time in this little, little life, you’re confident to say: “I think I’ve got it all figured out now.”

But she knows what you’re talking about. Her smirk is so proud, so full of itself that it makes Jeon Somi more attractive than she is. 

“I want you,” you confess. “I tried denying it, but I’ve always wanted you.” It wasn’t included in your initial script but it slips out anyway, boldly: “From the moment I saw you.”

“Yeah. I have to be honest first though.” She skates her hand under the curve of her chin before placing it gently on your wrist. “I don’t know how it happens, but when I look at you, I can’t think straight. You make my brain haywire, if you know what I mean. My thoughts… just don’t make sense.”

Perfectly aligned, the stars and your thoughts with hers. A spyglass can’t spot a singular difference.  “Same here, blondie.”

“Well?”

“Well.” You’re leaning forward as well, because there’s something you want to do before the sun rises and beats you up again. “We ought to do something about that, right?”

“Oh, trust me. know a lot of things we can do.”

That’s all it takes. The kiss isn’t gentle by any means. Nothing like the playful pecks you shared at the bar. Come to think of it, they aren’t like the sloppy makeout sessions you shared once the drinks got the better of you. This one is hungry and deep. The way she shoves her tongue in your throat reads like she’s been waiting to do this for years, probably even before you thought of doing this to her. Her lipgloss tastes sweeter than sugar.

Somi doesn’t complain about her designer skirt being torn. You don’t complain that this is your last good pair of decent clothes for another three days. Nothing about the outside world matters—no responsibilities, no consequences. You’re completely consumed by Somi’s lips and how she feels as you bracket your bodies together.

Before you know it, you’re in her bedroom. It’s even larger than the living room, walls painted bright pink and the bedclothes made of the softest fabric. The vanity table in the corner looks like it’s worth a year of your tuition. Lights bedazzle its mirror and an expensive figurine sits in front of it. Jesus, what does her father do for a living? Does he know his daughter calls you daddy too?

Her lips are swollen. You kiss them one last time before you undo her bra. The soft, full curves of her breasts spring out immediately. Her nipples are hard under your hot mouth and tongue. Lord knows how long you’ve thought about doing this. Her tits are heaven on earth.

“Yes,” Somi hisses. “They’re all yours, Daddy.”

You give her a sharp, open-handed slap to the side of her breast—not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make her gasp and the flesh bloom a beautiful pink. She moans, her head falling back. You do it again to the other side, the sound sharp in the quiet room. You lavish the stinging, reddening skin with desperate licks and sucks.

You wouldn’t dare put a finger on her if you were sober. You know that well. But the idea that she wants you to do anything you want to her is making your brain lose its logic. You’re operating like a broken machine on flimsy code. 

That’s exactly why Somi smiles when she kneels again. “Remember when we talked about Socrates?”

You roll your eyes. “Why are you bringing him up now?”

Tipsy Somi is still Somi after all. Her breasts rise and rest as she breathes, slick from your mouth’s worshipful rituals. 

“When you told me I was corrupting minds,” she says, blinking up at you deceptively, “did I corrupt yours, too?”

Turns out she doesn’t need you to answer. First contact: her soft tits squeezing around you. It extracts a groan from the depths of your throat. “Somi.”

“What's wrong?”

Nothing is. Not when she feels amazing wrapped tight around your shaft. The friction is incredible. It rides up from your base up to your swollen tip, then repeats in its overwhelming cycle. You’re already so close to the edge.

You can almost feel her heartbeat as she takes a deep breath in. Her deep cleavage welcomes you once more. You don’t know which is more explicit: the sounds of her flesh accommodating you and her soft pants, or the sight of it. Each low plunge ignites heat from the pit of your stomach. You can see light sweat form on her skin. She’s working so hard for it, so hard to make you cum.

It just might work. 

God, everything about Somi is so erotic. It’s like for one night, she conjured herself to be a fantasy only for you. No one at the bar could experience this no matter how much they stared at her. They’re not the ones who can see her nails dig into her own chest as she works you, or her biting her lip to cope with the labor. All they see is the perfect, dolled up Jeon Somi, the gorgeous woman at the bar who looks too out of their league to approach. 

Meanwhile, this is what you’re privy to:

Somi jerking you even harder, her nipples tight and her hair tossed to the side.

Somi asking you if you like it, although she knows very well that you do. How can anyone not like this? Only an insane man would deny it.

Somi looking like a doll although she’d look more a sex doll if you consider how she pressed her boobs together tighter. The pressure grows like a waiting tsunami.

You crash. 

With a final, deep stroke and a stifled moan from her own lips, you cum all over her. It’s messy—it gets all over her collarbone, the lines on her throat, her chin. This doesn’t stop her movements from becoming more urgent. The embrace of her tits feels more like a choke now that she’s determined to drain every single drop from you. 

After the last spurts come out, she gives you a teasing lick on your tip. She looks down at her skin covered with cum and gasps. 

“Look at the mess you made,” she says. “Won’t you clean it up for me, daddy?”

-

Somi’s bathroom, as it turns out, looks straight out of a suite. You’re sure she had maids clean this regularly, with how the tub shone and not a tile on the walls were chipped. It smells like strawberries when you stepped inside. The porcelain is cool under your feet.

“College was just a getaway vacation for you, huh?”

Somi shrugs. “Pretty much,” she says. She doesn’t bother to deny it. She only joins in on your “I’m broke” jokes to make you less lonely. This was her reality. “Could’ve gone to some Ivy League un, but at least I met you, right?”

You reach past her to turn the knob. There’s a clunk, a hiss, and then the water crashes down. You watch how the droplets slip into the curves and arches of her toned back, down her perfect ass. Of course, she’s ever the movie star: Somi arches into it, eyes closed.

You move into the warm spray with her. She turns to face you. 

Her face looks prettier without the makeup. As the foundation washes away along with each slicked contour, her bare face comes to view. In the steam, Somi looks like a goddess who made an apparition. No, actually. Her eyes are larger without the heavy lashes and her mouth soft without the lipliner. 

“Yeah,” you agree. You’re still stunned. “I have that going on for me.”

You lift her easily. She giggles, wrapping her legs around your waist without a word. All part of Jeon Somi’s masterplan, and you’re checking off each step.

The water hammers down on your joined bodies, background noise as you thrust in her. Both of you gasp. She’s so tight it knocks your breath out. You’re forced to rely on anchoring her weight on the wall, as featherlight as she is.

“Jesus, Somi. You feel so fucking good.”

She’s all slick and tight around you. Her overwhelming wetness lets you know how hard she was working for this. Somi is speechless as you start moving. You don’t bother for any buildup. It’s rare to see her so pliant, so willing. The sensation of being filled up was too good for her to run her mouth. 

You did say you were going to shut her up.

Her mouth hangs the whole time. Her doe eyes are large with want. Each time you enter her, her insides cinch tighter around you. You already came twice tonight; you want to hold out a little longer and make her feel good.

You place your other hand at the back of her head to dull the thrusts. Those gym classes were worth it after all. You have no problem hoisting her up with one hand and searching for the angle that’d make her shake. 

It takes a few different approaches, all with your mouth smothering her chest and neck, before her eyes fly open in shock. You smirk. Somi squeezes your shoulders tighter. From there, the moans you revel in seem to amplify. 

“God, yes,” she gasps, the blasphemy melting into steam next to your ear. She buries her face in your neck. “Don’ stop…”

A sudden rush of adrenaline runs through you, like you’ve downed caffeine instead of alcohol. Every sense is wide awake. You set a wild rhythm that you don’t think even you can keep up with. But each dip into Somi’s tight, weeping cunt makes it worth the effort. The lust melts into the steam of the shower, wrapping your endless moans and grunts into a hot bubble.

Her nails needle into your back like the spray from the shower. Somi’s moans border into shouts. You see the exact moment she cums. All of her being tenses up except her thighs, which stay at your hips, keeping you locked inside her. Each thud and stroke leads up to this very moment.

Honey drips down her legs. Somi whimpers while she cums around you. It’s sticky sweet. The water washes away both of your releases into the drain. You clutch onto one another for life. It might not be hyperbole either; the two of you are spent.

For a long moment, you just stay like that. You hold her up despite the weakness in your legs. You massage her hair through the shampoo. You wonder if this was the right thing to do.  There’s still the possibility that you’ll regret it in the morning, when the alcohol and daze are gone. This was just a way to get it out of your systems.

“Wow,” says Somi, voice hoarse. “I knew you deserved that Best Daddy hoodie.”

The private massage room was dimly lit with soft golden lights and filled with the calming scent of essential oils. I had been working at this high-end spa for almost two years, and Karina had become one of my most regular clients over the past few months. She always booked the full two-hour premium session, and today was no different — or so I thought.

She arrived looking stunning as always, even in simple lounge clothes. Her long dark hair was tied up loosely, and she gave me that warm smile that always made my pulse quicken a little.

“Ready for your session?” I asked, keeping my professional tone as I led her to the massage table.

Karina nodded, but there was a playful glint in her eyes. “I want the special oil package today. The edible one you mentioned last time.”

I raised an eyebrow but nodded. The edible massage oils were popular with couples, but she had come alone. “Of course. Just lie down and relax. I’ll warm the oil.”

She slipped out of her robe behind the screen, and when she lay face down on the table, I draped a towel over her lower half. I poured the warm, lightly scented edible oil onto my hands and started with her shoulders, working the knots out with firm but gentle pressure. Karina let out a soft sigh of pleasure.

“You’re always so good at this,” she murmured into the headrest.

I worked down her back, the oil making her skin glow under the soft lights. My hands glided smoothly over her toned body. When I reached her lower back, she shifted slightly, letting the towel slip a little.

“Make sure you get everywhere today,” she said softly. “I’ve been really tense.”

I continued professionally until she turned over onto her back after I finished her legs. The towel now barely covered her chest. Karina looked up at me with dark, needy eyes.

“I want the full special treatment,” she whispered. “No holding back.”

My hands paused for a second. The air in the room suddenly felt much warmer. “Karina… are you sure?”

She reached up and tugged the towel away completely, revealing her beautiful naked body. “I’m sure. Touch me like you mean it.”

I poured more of the sweet edible oil over her chest and stomach. My hands started massaging her breasts, kneading them gently at first, then with more purpose. I leaned down and took one nipple into my mouth, sucking softly while my oiled hands continued worshipping her chest. Karina moaned, arching into my touch.

“Yes… just like that. I’ve been thinking about this for weeks.”

I licked and sucked on her breasts, coating them thoroughly with the edible oil before moving lower. I kissed down her stomach, licking the oil off her skin as I went. When I reached between her legs, I spread them gently and poured a generous amount of oil directly onto her pussy. My fingers rubbed her clit in slow circles, then slid inside her easily thanks to the slick oil.

Karina’s hips bucked. “Fuck… your fingers feel so good.”

I fingered her steadily, curling them while my tongue found her clit. I licked and sucked on her, tasting the sweet oil mixed with her own wetness. She tasted incredible. I devoured her pussy with long, hungry strokes of my tongue while my fingers pumped faster.

She came the first time quickly, thighs trembling as she squirted lightly around my fingers. I kept licking her through it, making her moan louder.

“Turn over,” I said softly.

She flipped onto her stomach again. I poured oil all over her back and ass, massaging deeply. Then I did something I had secretly wanted to try — I lifted her arm gently and licked along her armpit, the edible oil making it taste sweet. Karina shivered and let out a surprised but pleased sound.

“You’re so dirty… I love it.”

I licked the other armpit too, then kissed and licked down her spine, spreading her ass cheeks to lick between them. She was trembling with need by the time I asked her to turn over again.

This time Karina sat up on the edge of the massage table, legs spread. She reached for my pants, pulling them down and freeing my hard cock. She poured some oil on her hands and started giving me a slow, slippery handjob, stroking me firmly while looking into my eyes.

“You’re so hard for me,” she whispered, voice full of dirty satisfaction. “My favorite massager.”

She leaned down and took me into her mouth, the edible oil making everything wet and sweet. Her blowjob was incredible — deep, sloppy, and enthusiastic. She sucked me while stroking the base, occasionally licking down to my balls.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. I laid her back on the table and climbed on top, sliding my cock into her oiled pussy in one smooth thrust. The massage table creaked as I started fucking her, the oil making every movement slick and smooth.

Karina wrapped her legs around me. “Harder… fuck me properly on this table.”

I thrust deeper, gripping her hips. The sound of our oiled bodies slapping together filled the room. I leaned down to suck on her breasts again while pounding into her, switching between gentle worship and rougher sucking.

We changed positions multiple times on the wide table. She rode me reverse cowgirl, her ass bouncing as she took me deep. Then I took her from behind, one hand reaching around to rub her clit while the other played with her breasts.

She came again, squirting around my cock and soaking the table. “I’m so wet… keep going.”

I pulled out and had her stroke me while I fingered her. She masturbated openly too, rubbing her clit fast while I thrust fingers into her. Another orgasm hit her, more squirting that dripped down her thighs.

Finally, I couldn’t hold back. I stood between her legs as she lay back, stroking myself fast. Karina watched with hungry eyes, mouth open and tongue out.

“Cum on me,” she begged. “I want it everywhere.”

I came hard, thick ropes landing on her breasts, lips, tongue, and cheeks. She looked absolutely stunning covered in my cum and oil, licking her lips with a satisfied smile.

We stayed there for a while, catching our breath. I gently cleaned her with warm towels, kissing her softly between wipes. She pulled me down for a long, deep kiss, tasting the oil and everything we had done.

“That was the best massage I’ve ever had,” she whispered with a tired but happy laugh.

I helped her sit up, wrapping her in a fresh robe. “Anytime you want a special session… just book it.”

Karina smiled, pulling me close again. “I think I’m going to need a lot more of these from now on.”