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The air in the Twice dorm was thick and syrupy with the lethargy of a rare, unscheduled afternoon. A late-autumn sun, weak and golden, slanted through the living room windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the still air. The low hum of the refrigerator was the only sound, a constant, droning counterpoint to the occasional soft tap of a phone screen or the rustle of snack packaging. On the large sofa, Momo was curled into a ball, dead to the world, her soft snores a gentle rhythm. Across the room, Nayeon and Jihyo were hunched over a shared iPad, their heads close together as they debated something with fierce, whispered intensity, probably an online shopping cart.

Sana lay sprawled on her stomach on the plush carpet, a floor cushion propped under her elbows. She was clad in a simple grey sweatshirt and a pair of black shorts, her long, dark hair fanned out around her head like a halo. She was aimlessly scrolling through her Instagram, a bottomless pit of curated perfection and chaotic fan comments. It was a familiar ritual, a way to pass the time, to touch base with the universe that adored her. Most of it was a blur: hearts, emojis, declarations of love in a dozen languages. It was pleasant, background noise.

Then, a comment snagged her attention, a single thread of silver in a haystack of cotton.

It wasn't the usual "Sana unnie is so pretty!" or "QUEEN!" It was different. It was on a recent candid photo, one their manager had posted from the lounge of their music show prep room. In the picture, she was leaning forward, laughing at something Dahyun had said, the neckline of her sweater dipping just so. The comment read:

There is a geometry to your grace, a perfect, sloping equation that culminates in a apex of pure beauty. The gentle swell is not just form, but a poem written in flesh, a verse that makes the heart stutter and the breath catch in the throat.

A warmth bloomed in Sana’s chest, a slow, creeping heat that had nothing to do with the afternoon sun. It was… poetic. Intensely specific. And undeniably arousing. She felt a faint blush creep up her neck. Who wrote this? Her eyes darted to the username: @SanaMelonMaestro.

A giggle almost escaped her. Melon Maestro? It was so absurd, so delightfully weird. Curiosity piqued, she tapped on the profile. The profile picture was what made her breath hitch. It was a high-quality fan-taken photo from one of their concerts. It wasn’t her face, or a full-body shot. It was a close-up, a slightly low-angle capture of her in one of their more daring stage outfits, the black fabric straining, the spotlight glinting off the sweat on her skin, artfully highlighting her cleavage. It was a stunningly intimate, almost reverent shot.

Before she could second-guess the impulse, her thumb tapped the ‘Posts’ tab.

The screen filled with a grid of images, and Sana’s brain short-circuited. Every single post, a mosaic of thumbnails, was the same. Hundreds of them. All her. But only one part of her. Close-ups from music video shoots. Zoomed-in frames from concert VCRs. Paparazzi-style snapshots from airport arrivals where she’d worn a low-cut top. Fan-cams that didn’t follow her dancing, but stayed locked on her chest, tracking its every movement as she breathed and performed. The captions were just as verbose and worshipful as the one she’d first read, detailed analyses of outfits, lighting, and the way different fabrics draped across her form.

She scrolled down, and down, and down. The numbers at the top of the profile burned into her retinas: 729 Posts. 78.4k Followers.

A small, strangled yelp escaped her lips. She fumbled the phone, it almost slipping from her grasp before she clutched it to her chest, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. Her face felt like it was on fire.

“What was that?” Nayeon’s voice cut through the haze, sharp and curious. “You okay, Sana-yah?”

Sana scrambled to sit up, shoving her phone face down onto the carpet as if it were a venomous snake. “N-nothing!” she stammered, her voice an octave too high. “Just… just saw a scary Instagram reel. A zombie, or something.”

Jihyo looked over, a skeptical arch to her brow. “A zombie? You screamed like you saw a spider.”

“A very, very realistic zombie!” Sana insisted, waving a hand dismissively, her blush betraying her. She could feel their eyes on her, and she desperately wanted the floor to swallow her whole. “I’m fine, really. Just… jumpy.”

Momo stirred on the sofa, muttering something about cheese in her sleep before settling again. Nayeon and Jihyo exchanged a look but mercifully turned back to their iPad, losing interest. Sana let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding and collapsed back onto the cushion, her mind racing.

729 posts. The number echoed in her head. All dedicated to her breasts. It was objectifying, invasive, and more than a little creepy. And yet… that first comment. The poetry. The sheer, unadulterated dedication. This wasn't just some horny teenager. This was a connoisseur. A Maestro. The absurdity of it made her want to laugh, but a darker, more thrilling thought was taking root.

That evening, after a quiet dinner and a half-hearted attempt at watching a movie together, Sana excused herself and retreated to the sanctity of her bedroom. She locked the door, the soft click a finality that made her pulse quicken. She sat on the edge of her bed, the soft lamplight casting a warm glow around her. She picked up her phone, her fingers trembling slightly.

She found her way back to @SanaMelonMaestro. This time, she didn’t just scroll. She dove in. She watched a fan-cam from their Tokyo Dome concert, the camera impossibly steady, its focus absolute as she performed a particularly vigorous dance routine. She read a caption praising the way a specific silk blouse from a photoshoot created a "shadowed valley of profound intrigue." She saw posts from their world tour, evidence that this person—this fan—had traveled from Seoul to Paris to New York, all for the sake of capturing these specific, fleeting moments.

The initial shock began to morph into something else. A strange, potent mix of flattery and power. JYP Entertainment’s security team would have a field day with this. A phone call, a report, and the account would likely be gone in a heartbeat. It was the logical, safe, correct thing to do.

But the thought felt… wrong. This was worship. Twisted, obsessive, and utterly singular, but worship nonetheless. He hadn't just noticed her; he had devoted himself to a part of her that she was sometimes self-conscious of, sometimes proud of, but always aware of. He had spent countless hours and who knew how much money to build this shrine. To simply delete it felt like… a waste. An insult to the sheer passion of the enterprise.

A wicked, thrilling idea began to unfurl in her mind, dangerous and intoxicating. Why should he get his reward only through a screen? Why should he be limited to pixels and captions? He had put in the work. He had curated the ultimate collection. Didn't he deserve to see the art up close? To experience it in the flesh?

A slow, sly smile spread across Sana’s face. Her fanmeets were controlled, chaotic blurs of a hundred faces and fleeting handshakes. This would be different. This would be a one-on-one. A private viewing. A secret, sacred ceremony.

She opened her verified Instagram account. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, crafting a message that was both a test and an invitation.

@SanaMelonMaestro, she typed. I must say, I’m impressed with your… collection. You have a truly discerning eye. It seems you appreciate fine art. I’d be interested in offering you a private showing. A chance to see the masterpiece in person. Let me know if you’re interested.

She hit send before she could lose her nerve. Her heart was pounding, a wild drumbeat of adrenaline and arousal. A minute passed. Then five. Just as she was starting to think it was a ridiculous, impulsive mistake, her phone buzzed.

A new message from @SanaMelonMaestro.

It was a torrent of text. disbelief. frantic questions. A desperate, pleading ‘YES. YES. OF COURSE. I AM INTERESTED MORE THAN ANYTHING.’

Sana’s smile widened. It was working. She was in control. For the next hour, they messaged back and forth. She, cool and commanding, laid out the terms. A discreet, high-end hotel. A neutral-sounding room number. A specific time. He was to tell no one. Come alone. No cameras. No phones. This was not a fanmeet to be documented. It was a memory to be earned.

He agreed to everything, his devotion pouring through the screen in a torrent of grateful, ecstatic capital letters. Sana finally put her phone down, a deep, satisfied sigh escaping her lips. The boring afternoon had vanished, replaced by the electric thrill of a conspiracy. She was no longer just an idol on a screen. She was the curator, and tomorrow, she was going to deliver her most devoted patron the ultimate reward. The thought sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine, a promise of the exciting, dangerous indulgence to come.

* * *

The next afternoon felt surreal. Sana moved through her pre-meet ritual with a strange, detached calm, as if she were watching someone else. She told her manager she was meeting an old friend for a private coffee, a lie that slid off her tongue with practiced ease. Dressed in a chic, cream-colored trench coat over a simple, form-fitting black turtleneck dress and heeled boots, she looked like she was stepping off the cover of a fashion magazine, not en route to a clandestine encounter. The scent of her favorite Jo Malone perfume, a delicate blend of wood sage and sea salt, clung to her skin, a fragrant armor.

The hotel was one of those exclusive, modernist towers in Gangnam, known for its discretion and breathtaking views. She bypassed the main lobby, using a private side entrance as instructed, the sleek keycard feeling cool and heavy in her hand. The elevator ride to the 37th floor was silent, her reflection in the polished chrome doors a composed, beautiful stranger. A knot of anticipation tightened in her stomach, a thrilling mix of fear and arousal.

The suite was just as she’d imagined: understated luxury. A wall of floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the sprawling city. The furniture was minimalist and expensive, the air conditioned to a perfect temperature. She shrugged off her trench coat, draping it over a plush armchair, and took a moment to steady herself. She was Sana of Twice. A global superstar. And in this room, for the next few hours, she was simply the object of one man’s singular, obsessive desire. The power was intoxicating.

At precisely 4:00 PM, a soft, hesitant knock echoed through the suite.

Her heart gave a lurch. Showtime.

She took a deep breath, smoothing down her dress, and walked to the door. She didn't look through the peephole. She wanted the raw, unfiltered reveal. She turned the handle and pulled the door open.

He stood there, exactly as his online persona suggested: a man in his mid-twenties, with a slightly rumpled but earnest look. He was taller than she expected, with a lean, athletic build that hinted at regular gym sessions. He had kind eyes, currently wide with a mixture of shock and utter disbelief, and soft brown hair that was neatly styled. He clutched a leather jacket in his hands like a security blanket. He was, Sana noted with a private, satisfied smile, objectively handsome. This was going to be more fun than she’d anticipated.

“Alex?” she said, her voice a low, melodic purr.

He could only manage a shaky nod, his mouth slightly agape as he took her in. “S-sana…ssi…” he stammered, his voice cracking. “I… you’re real.”

Sana laughed, a light, musical sound that seemed to break his trance. She stepped aside, gesturing for him to enter. “I am. Please, come in.”

He shuffled into the room, his movements awkward, his eyes scanning every detail before snapping back to her as if afraid she might vanish. The door clicked shut behind him, the sound sealing them in their private world.

“Can I get you something to drink?” she offered, moving toward the small, well-stocked bar. “Water? Or something stronger?”

“Water is fine, thank you,” he managed, his gaze fixed on her.

She poured two glasses from a crystal carafe, handing one to him. Their fingers brushed, and she felt a jolt from him, a visible tremor. He took a quick, nervous gulp.

She settled onto one of the velvet armchairs, crossing her legs slowly. The black dress rode up just a fraction, drawing his eyes. She let him look, enjoying the effect she had on him.

“So,” she began, swirling the water in her glass. “Alex. We have a lot to talk about.”

He nodded again, standing stiffly near the door. “Anything. I’ll answer anything.”

“Good. First, relax. I don’t bite,” she said, though the glint in her eye suggested otherwise. She gestured to the sofa opposite her. “Sit.”

He practically fell onto the sofa, perching on the edge as if ready to bolt. Sana leaned forward slightly, resting her elbows on her knees. The position caused the neckline of her dress to shift, drawing his immediate, helpless attention. She saw his throat bob as he swallowed.

“Let’s start with the obvious,” she said softly. “Your… collection. It’s quite extensive. Devoted, even.”

A deep blush spread across his cheeks, but he met her eyes, a flicker of his online confidence showing through. “I know it must seem… extreme. But it’s not just a hobby. It’s… appreciation.”

“Appreciation,” she repeated, tasting the word. “That’s what I want to understand. Why me, Alex? Out of all the idols, all the women in the world… why are you so obsessed with my… with me?”

He took a deep breath, as if gathering his thoughts for a dissertation. “It’s not just one thing. It’s everything. The way you move on stage, it’s not just dancing, it’s… storytelling. Your expressions, your aegyo, it’s all part of this incredible package. But then… there’s *that*. The way you carry yourself. You have this… this perfect balance of elegance and a hidden, breathtaking sensuality. And that… that sensuality finds its focal point in your chest. It’s the heart of your power, in a way.”

Sana felt a flush of genuine heat. He wasn’t just a horny fan; he was an analyst. A zealot.

“An interesting theory,” she mused, uncrossing her legs and leaning back. The movement was deliberate, a slow, hypnotic shift. “But let’s be frank. You’ve seen the others. You go to our concerts. You see Momo, with her athletic, powerful physique. Jihyo, who is, shall we say, generously endowed. By many standards, they are… bigger. Why not dedicate your shrine to them?”

This was the test. The core of his obsession.

Alex shook his head immediately, his expression turning almost reverent. “No. You don’t understand. It’s not about size. It’s about perfection. It’s about form and symmetry and… personality.”

He leaned forward, his nervousness replaced by a passionate intensity. “Jihyo is beautiful, but it’s a… a bold, loud beauty. Momo is incredible, but it’s a sharp, athletic beauty. Yours… yours is like a work of classical art. It’s the subtle slope, the perfect teardrop shape. The way they move when you walk, when you breathe. It’s not just… tissue. It’s a sculpture. The ratio, the lift, the way they sit on your frame… it’s mathematically, aesthetically flawless. They’re not just big, they’re perfect. They’re you.”

His voice was thick with emotion, his eyes shining with a feverish devotion. Sana was mesmerized. She had never heard her body described with such a blend of clinical precision and worshipful poetry. It was the most objectifying, and yet the most flattering, thing she had ever heard. A shiver ran down her spine, settling deep in her core.

“So,” she said, her voice now a husky whisper. “To you, I’m a… a masterpiece.”

“You are the masterpiece,” he corrected without hesitation. “The Sistine Chapel of cleavage.”

A genuine, unguarded laugh escaped her. It was absurd. It was insane. And it was turning her on more than she could have ever imagined. She stood up, slowly, and walked toward him. He watched her approach, his breath held in his chest, his body rigid.

She stopped directly in front of him, close enough that he could feel the warmth radiating from her skin, smell the scent of her perfume. She looked down at him, a goddess looking down at her most devout follower.

“You’ve spent years looking at pictures, Alex,” she said, her voice barely audible. “You’ve studied the art from every possible angle. You’ve written sonnets about the shadows and the light.”

She reached out a single finger and gently tilted his chin up, forcing him to meet her gaze.

“Are you ready,” she breathed, “for a hands on experience?”

A strangled sound, half-gasp, half-sob, was his only reply. He looked like a man witnessing a miracle, his face pale, his eyes burning with a feverish intensity. Sana’s smile widened. This was it. The culmination of his years of obsessive devotion.

She took a deliberate step back, giving him a full view. With agonizing slowness, her fingers found the hem of her black turtleneck dress. She peeled the clingy fabric upwards, revealing the smooth, toned skin of her stomach, the delicate shadows of her ribcage. His breath hitched, his knuckles white where he gripped his own leather jacket.

As the dress cleared her chest, his masterpiece was revealed. She wore nothing underneath. Her breasts settled into their perfect, teardrop shape, pale and flawless in the soft lamplight. They were not large in a cumbersome way, but exquisitely proportioned to her frame, full and heavy with a gentle, natural slope. Her nipples were a dusty rose, tightening instantly in the cool air, blooming into hard, sensitive points that seemed to ache for attention.

She pulled the dress over her head and let it pool at her feet. She stood before him in only her tiny black lace panties and heeled boots, a goddess carved from ivory and desire. Let him look. Let him see that the art he had worshipped through pixels was real, and infinitely more breathtaking.

“You can breathe, Alex,” she murmured, her voice a low, sultry tease.

He let out a shuddering gasp, as if he’d been holding his breath for years. His eyes were wide, devouring the sight of her. “They’re… perfect,” he whispered, the words full of reverence.

“I know,” she said, her voice laced with confident power. She took a step closer, her knees brushing against his. “Now, touch them. Show me.”

His hands trembled as he raised them, hovering so close she could feel the heat radiating from his palms. He was afraid, she realized, afraid to touch the holy grail. Sana took pity on him. She reached out and took his wrists, her touch firm and sure, and she placed his hands directly onto her breasts.

The moment his skin made contact with hers, a jolt shot through them both. His hands were warm, a little rough, and they felt glorious against her sensitive flesh. He cupped her, his palms molding perfectly to her weight, his thumbs brushing reverently against the soft undersides. He just held them for a moment, his eyes closed, a look of pure, unadulterated bliss on his face.

“Feel that?” she whispered. “That’s real.”

He opened his eyes, and they were shining. He began to move his hands, his touch still worshipful but growing bolder. He traced the full, heavy curve of them, his fingers learning the topography of her skin. He ran his thumbs over her aching nipples, and Sana couldn't stop the soft moan that escaped her lips, her back arching instinctively, pushing her tits further into his hands.

“More,” she commanded, her voice husky. “Use your mouth.”

Leaning forward, he obeyed. He didn’t go straight for the peaks. Instead, he pressed his face into the soft valley between her breasts, inhaling deeply, his tongue darting out to taste her skin. He licked a slow, wet trail up the slope of her right breast until he reached her nipple. He flicked his tongue over the tight bud, and she cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

He took the nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling and his lips creating a firm, sucking pressure. It was incredible. He was a natural, his every movement guided by years of obsessive fantasy. He switched to the other breast, giving it the same devoted attention, licking, sucking, and then—oh god—he gently scraped his teeth against her sensitive nub.

“Fuck!” Sana gasped, the sharp, unexpected pleasure shooting straight to her cunt, making her soaked. Her panties were drenched, her clit throbbing with a desperate, insistent need. He bit down again, a little harder this time, and her knees went weak. She had to grab his shoulders to steady herself.

He was lost in it, a man worshipping at his altar. He squeezed her tits together, his hands firm and demanding, and flicked his tongue back and forth between her nipples, alternating between soft licks and hard, biting sucks. Sana was writhing, a litany of curses and moans falling from her lips. The pleasure was overwhelming, a tidal wave of pure sensation.

But she was still in control.

“Enough,” she breathed, pushing him gently away. He looked up at her, his face flushed, his lips swollen and wet, his eyes dazed with lust. “Your turn to lie down.”

He didn’t question her. He scrambled back onto the sofa, lying on his back, his chest heaving. His hard cock was straining against the zipper of his jeans, a clear, desperate outline. Sana smiled, a slow, predatory grin. She climbed onto the sofa, straddling his waist but not putting her full weight on him.

“Close your eyes,” she ordered.

He did. Sana leaned forward, supporting herself on her arms, and lowered her breasts until they brushed against his face. He gasped, his hands coming up to clutch her hips. She rubbed her tits all over him, against his cheeks, his forehead, his lips. She dragged her hard nipples across his stubble, the friction sending sparks through her own body. She was giving him a boob massage, letting him feel the soft weight, the warm skin, the intimate press of her flesh against his. She could feel his ragged breath against her cleavage.

“Keep them closed,” she whispered, climbing off him.

She walked to the ensuite bathroom, her hips swaying. She returned a moment later with a small, complimentary bottle of massage oil. She knelt beside him on the sofa.

“Open your eyes,” she said. “Watch this.”

She poured a stream of the warm, scented oil directly onto her chest. It trickled down her skin, making her breasts gleam in the light. She set the bottle down and began to massage the oil in, her hands sliding over her slick skin, cupping and squeezing her own tits. His eyes were locked on her hands, on the way her oiled nipples glistened, and he let out a low, guttural groan.

“You like that?” she purred. “You like watching me play with my tits?”

“God, yes,” he choked out.

“Good,” she said. “Because now, they’re going to play with you.”

She moved down his body, her oiled breasts leaving a trail on his skin. She quickly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, tugging them and his boxers down his thighs. His cock sprang free, thick, long, and rock-hard, the head already glistening with precum. It was perfect.

Sana shuffled forward, positioning his cock between her slick breasts. She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire, as she pressed her tits together, enveloping him in a soft, warm, oily tunnel.

“Fuck,” he moaned, his head falling back against the sofa cushions.

She began to move. She slid her breasts up and down his shaft, the oil making the movement impossibly smooth and slick. With every upward stroke, the flushed head of his cock would emerge from between them, and she would flick her tongue against it, tasting the salty precum. He was writhing beneath her, his hands fisted in the sofa cushions, his hips bucking up to meet her movements.

“Look at me,” she demanded. “Watch me fuck your cock with my tits.”

His eyes snapped open, locking onto hers. The sight of her, her body gleaming with oil, her breasts wrapped around his dick, was almost too much for him. She picked up the pace, her movements becoming faster, more demanding. She squeezed her tits tighter around him, increasing the friction.

“Is this everything you dreamed of?” she panted, her own arousal building to an unbearable peak.

“It’s better,” he gasped. “So much better…”

“Then cum for me,” she commanded, her voice a raw, husky cry. “Cum all over my fucking tits. Mark me.”

That was it. That was all it took. With a loud, strangled shout, his back arched off the sofa. He came hard, thick, hot ropes of cum spurting from his cock, painting her chest, her neck, her oiled breasts. It was a primal, filthy, perfect climax to his ultimate fantasy.

He collapsed, boneless and panting. Sana sat back, looking down at the mess he’d made. A deep, feral satisfaction coursed through her. She was covered in his cum, the evidence of his obsession. And yet, her own cunt was still throbbing, still desperate and empty. She was far from finished.

She looked at him, at his sated, exhausted form, and a wicked thought entered her mind. She crawled up his body, her cum-slick tits dragging against his skin. She straddled his face, her dripping pussy just inches from his mouth.

He looked up at her, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and renewed hunger. “Sana…”

“I’m not done with you yet, Melon Maestro,” she growled, her voice low and dangerous. “You made a mess. Now you’re going to clean it up, and then you’re going to fuck me until I can’t remember my own name.”

She didn’t wait for a reply. She shifted forward, lowering her cum-splattered chest toward his mouth. It was a test. A final, debasing act of worship. For a moment, he hesitated, his gaze flickering from her eyes to the sticky, pearly fluid coating her skin. Then, his devotion won out. He closed his eyes and leaned in, his tongue tentatively licking a bead of his own cum from the swell of her breast.

A low hum of satisfaction rumbled in Sana’s chest. “That’s it,” she encouraged, her voice softer now, a reward for his obedience. “Clean me. All of it.”

He became lost in the task. He licked her skin with long, slow strokes, his tongue hot and rough. He cleaned the slick valley between her tits, tasting the mixture of oil, sweat, and his own seed. He sucked gently on her nipples, now sensitive and swollen from his earlier attention, making her shudder. He was thorough, meticulous, leaving no patch of skin untouched. He wasn't just cleaning her; he was anointing her, a final act of contrition before the main event.

When he was finished, her chest was clean, gleaming with his saliva. Sana felt a primal thrill surge through her. He had submitted completely.

“Good boy,” she murmured, sliding back down his body. His cock, which had softened slightly, was already stirring back to life, rising to the occasion with impressive speed. He was young, virile, and utterly captivated. He was ready for her.

She took hold of his slick, hardening shaft, giving it a few firm strokes. He groaned, his hips bucking into her hand. “Please, Sana…” he begged. “I need you.”

“I know,” she said, her voice thick with her own desire. She positioned the head of his cock at her dripping entrance, not yet taking him in. “But you’re going to fuck me how I want, when I want. Understand?”

“Yes,” he choked out. “Anything.”

With a slow, deliberate roll of her hips, she sank down onto him. He slid into her hot, tight cunt with exquisite ease, stretching her, filling her completely. A long, guttural moan was torn from both of their lips. Sana paused, savoring the sensation of being full, of having him inside her at last. She braced her hands on his chest, her fingers digging into his muscles.

She began to move, a slow, grinding rhythm at first. She rolled her hips, swirling them in tight circles, feeling every inch of him rubbing against her inner walls. Her tits, still damp and sensitive, swayed with her movements, capturing his rapt attention. He watched them, mesmerized, as if he couldn’t believe his fantasy had culminated in this very moment.

“Eyes on my face,” she commanded, her voice sharp.

He tore his gaze from her chest and met her eyes. The raw, desperate lust she saw there sent a jolt straight to her clit. She picked up the pace, her movements becoming faster, more erratic. She bounced on his cock, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing in the quiet room. She was chasing her own release now, using his body as the instrument of her pleasure. He was just along for the glorious, unbelievable ride.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” she panted, her head falling back, her dark hair a wild curtain around her face. “Your cock is mine.”

“It’s yours,” he gasped, his hands coming up to grip her waist, his fingers digging into her skin. “All yours.”

She leaned forward, changing the angle, and his cock slammed directly into her G-spot. A sharp cry escaped her, a blinding flash of pleasure. “Right there,” she moaned. “Don’t you dare stop.”

He thrust up to meet her, his movements growing frantic, driven by a desperate need to please her. The coil of tension in her belly wound tighter and tighter, a white-hot knot of pure ecstasy. The world narrowed to the feeling of him pounding into her, the sight of his face contorted in pleasure, the sound of their ragged breaths mingling in the air.

“I’m gonna cum,” she cried, her voice high and thin. “Oh, fuck, Alex, I’m gonna cum!”

Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, a violent, shuddering release that stole her breath and blinded her. Her cunt clenched around his cock, milking him, pulling him over the edge with her. With a loud, guttural roar, he came, his hips jackhammering up into her as he flooded her with his hot release.

She collapsed onto his chest, her body trembling and limp, her heart hammering against his. They lay there for a long time, a tangled, sweaty heap of limbs, the only sound in the room their harsh, uneven breathing. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, a raw, animalistic perfume.

Eventually, Sana stirred. The post-orgasmic haze was beginning to clear, replaced by the cold, sharp clarity of her purpose. She pushed herself up, his softened cock slipping out of her. A trickle of their combined fluids dripped down her thigh.

She stood up on unsteady legs and walked into the bathroom without a word. She cleaned herself up, wiping away the sticky evidence of their encounter. When she emerged, Alex was sitting up on the sofa, pulling on his jeans. He looked dazed, his expression a mixture of profound satisfaction and burgeoning panic.

Sana ignored him. She walked over to where her dress lay on the floor and pulled it on, the cool fabric a stark contrast to her still-flushed skin. She smoothed it down, her movements once again graceful and composed. She was no longer the wanton goddess; she was Sana of Twice, and the mask of an idol was firmly back in place.

She turned to face him. He was fully dressed now, standing awkwardly by the door. He wouldn't meet her eyes.

“This never happened,” she said, her voice cold, flat, and utterly devoid of the passion from moments before. It was the voice she used with sasaengs, with overstepping journalists. The voice that carried the full weight of JYP Entertainment behind it.

He flinched but nodded quickly. “I know. I won’t say anything. I swear.”

“You’d better not,” she continued, her eyes like chips of ice. “If I ever see so much as a vague allusion to this on any of your pathetic little fan accounts, I will personally make sure you’re sued into oblivion. I will make your life a living hell. You will never be able to get within a hundred feet of a Twice event for the rest of your life. Do you understand me, Alex?”

He paled, his bravado and devotion completely gone, replaced by sheer terror. “Yes. Yes, I understand. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” she said, a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes. “You got what you wanted. And I got what I wanted. Now get out.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He fumbled for the door handle, his hands shaking so badly he could barely turn it. He cast one last, terrified look back at her before fleeing into the hallway, the door clicking shut behind him with a sound of finality.

Sana stood alone in the center of the room. The adrenaline was still pumping through her veins, a potent cocktail of power and lingering arousal. She walked over to the full-length mirror and looked at her reflection. Her hair was a mess, her lips were swollen, and a dark blush still stained her cheeks. She looked thoroughly, satisfyingly fucked.

A slow, secret smile spread across her face. The risk had been immense, the potential for catastrophic disaster overwhelming. But the reward… the reward was a memory she would cherish forever. The thrill of absolute control, the raw, unfiltered worship, the pure, animalistic sex.

It had opened a door inside her, a door to a world of secret, dangerous indulgences. And as she turned to leave the suite, her steps confident and sure, she knew, with a thrilling certainty, that she would be walking through that door again.

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Heechul had insisted on a casual vibe—no fancy gear, just good laughs and cheap beer. Momo had packed light, opting for comfort in the wilderness. She tugged at the hem of her outfit, a sheer white button-up shirt layered over a tight black tank top that hugged her curves like a second skin. The tank clung to her full breasts, the fabric stretched thin across her chest, outlining every swell and dip. Beneath it, her black lace bra peeked through the semi-transparent material of the outer shirt, the intricate patterns visible where the buttons strained slightly open at the top. Her ample cleavage spilled forward, the lace cups barely containing her, creating a deep valley that drew the eye with every breath she took.

The lower buttons of the sheer shirt were left undone, revealing the smooth expanse of her toned midriff and the low-rise waistband of her denim shorts, which rode high on her hips and showcased her long, tanned legs. A pair of worn hiking boots completed the look, practical yet adding a rugged edge to her alluring ensemble.

As she approached the fire pit, the group of five comedian friends—loud, boisterous guys in their late twenties—turned their heads almost in unison. Heechul, lounging on a log with a beer in hand, grinned widely, his eyes lighting up as he took her in. 'There she is,' he called out, patting the spot next to him. 'Looking like you own the damn forest, babe.'

His friends exchanged glances, their chatter dying down for a beat. One of them, a lanky guy named Ji-hoon with a perpetual smirk, let out a low whistle. 'Whoa, Heechul, you didn't tell us you were bringing a supermodel to rough it out here.' His gaze lingered on the way her tank top molded to her torso, the black bra's edges teasing through the see-through shirt, and her breasts shifting softly as she walked closer.

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(Y/n’s POV)

The penthouse reeks of money. Not just the marble floors or the stupidly oversized abstract art—but the air itself smells filtered, perfumed with something floral and expensive that probably costs more than my weekly groceries. I’m hunched over, scrubbing a wine stain off the ivory rug near the floor-to-ceiling windows. My back aches. Always aches. Another Tuesday, another fucking mansion filled with people who’ll never know my name.

Then… giggles. High, breathy, close. Followed by the soft hiss of steam escaping under the bathroom door down the hall. It’s thick, smelling like jasmine and vanilla bath oil. Curiosity pins me. Clients aren’t supposed to be home during cleans. I creep closer, silent in my worn sneakers. The door isn’t shut tight. Just a sliver of light spills out. I press my eye to the gap.

Heat hits me first. Moist, heavy air. Then the sight.

My clients named Jihyo, Momo, Tzuyu, Nayeon. All four housemates. Swathed in thin, pink silk robes clinging to damp skin. Steam curls around them like hungry ghosts. They’re crowded around the vast, fogged mirror above the double vanity. No makeup. Hair wet, dark and slick against flushed necks and shoulders. They look… unreal. Like models dipped in honey.

“Fuck, Tzuyu,” Momo breathes, her voice husky. She’s tracing a fingertip down Tzuyu’s arm. “Your skin is like actual fucking porcelain. How is that fair?” Momo’s robe gapes slightly as she leans, revealing the heavy swell of her tits, nipples dark and pebbled against the damp silk.

Tzuyu laughs, low and easy. “Says the girl with the rack that could start wars.” She flicks water at Momo, droplets catching the soft LED lights. Her own robe is loosely tied, the deep V offering a glimpse of smooth, tanned stomach and the shadowed curve where her thighs meet. Effortless.

Nayeon, perched on the edge of the enormous claw-foot tub, giggles, kicking her legs. Her robe rides up, showing miles of smooth, toned thigh. “Seriously, Momo. Put those weapons away before someone gets hurt.” Her eyes, bright and mischievous, sweep over Jihyo who’s meticulously brushing her hair. “And you, unnie. Stop being so perfect. It’s rude.”

Jihyo turns, a slow, confident smile spreading across her face. Voluptuous doesn’t cover it. The robe strains over her hips, the silk plastered to her full breasts, outlining every curve. She meets Nayeon’s gaze in the mirror. “Just appreciating the view, Nayeonnie. Especially yours.” Her gaze drifts down Nayeon’s body, lingering. “Those legs could stop traffic.”

It’s raw. Intimate. A surge of heat, thick and urgent, floods my groin. My breath catches, ragged in my throat. My cock is instantly hard, straining against the rough fabric of my work pants. It’s unbearable. Without thought, my fingers fumble with my belt buckle, the metallic clink impossibly loud in my own ears. I shove my pants and boxers down past my hips. My cock springs free, thick and already leaking, throbbing against the cool air drifting from the hallway. I wrap my hand around my hard length. A low groan escapes me as I start stroking, slow and firm, my eyes glued to the scene inside.

Jihyo’s reflection shifts slightly in the fogged mirror. Her eyes, dark and sharp, flicker. Away from Nayeon’s legs. Towards the sliver of the door. Towards the shadow where I’m pressed. They lock onto mine through the gap.

Fuck!

Her gaze doesn’t widen in shock. It narrows. Sharpens. Like a predator spotting prey. A slow, knowing smirk curls her perfect lips. She doesn’t look away. She watches me watching them. Watches my hand moving frantically on my cock.

“Someone’s enjoying the show,” Jihyo purrs, her voice cutting through the steam and the girls’ chatter. It’s low, deliberate. Not loud, but carrying.

The other girls freeze. Heads snap towards the door. Momo gasps, clutching her robe tighter. Tzuyu’s relaxed posture stiffens. Nayeon’s playful smirk vanishes, replaced by wide-eyed surprise.

Panic electrocutes me. I jerk back from the door, stumbling blindly. My foot catches on the discarded mop bucket. Time slows. The bucket clatters. My legs tangle. I crash forward, shoulder slamming into the bathroom door. It flies open with a bang, and I sprawl onto the slick marble floor, naked from the waist down, my cock still jutting out, hard and obscene, my hand frozen mid-stroke.

Silence. Thick, suffocating silence, broken only by the drip of a faucet. Steam swirls around me. Four pairs of eyes burn into me. Fury radiates off Momo and Tzuyu. Nayeon looks stunned. Jihyo… Jihyo just stares. Her gaze isn’t on my face. It’s locked lower. On my cock. Her smirk deepens, transforming into something darkly amused, deeply carnal.

Momo recovers first, her voice shrill with outrage. “You fucking PERVERT! What the HELL are you doing?!”

Tzuyu steps forward, her easy-going demeanor vanished, replaced by icy disdain. “Get out! Now! I’m calling security!”

I scramble, trying to pull up my pants, fumbling, humiliated heat scorching my face. “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean–”

“Didn’t mean to spy?” Nayeon cuts in, her voice surprisingly calm, though her eyes are wide. “Didn’t mean to whip it out and jerk off while we were changing?”

Jihyo hasn’t moved. She slowly raises a hand, silencing the others. Her eyes finally lift from my groin to meet mine. They’re dark pools, unreadable. She takes a single, deliberate step towards me, her silk robe whispering against her skin. The steam parts for her.

“Put your hands down,” she commands, her voice a velvet whip. It’s not a request. My hands freeze on the waistband of my pants. “Look at you,” she murmurs, her gaze raking down my body again, lingering on my exposed cock. “Big boy, aren’t you? That’s… impressive.” A low chuckle escapes her. “Seems you were trying to ‘clean’ something else entirely.”

She stops right in front of me, looking down at where I lie helpless on the floor. The scent of her perfume – jasmine, vanilla, and something uniquely, powerfully her – washes over me, mixing with the steam. My cock twitches violently, betraying me utterly.

Momo looks horrified. “Jihyo! What are you–”

“Shut up, Momo,” Jihyo says, her tone brooking no argument. Her eyes never leave mine. There’s a terrifying, thrilling calculation in them. She crouches down slowly, bringing her face level with mine. Her robe gapes open further, revealing the deep shadow between her magnificent breasts. “You wanted a show, cleaner boy?” she whispers, her breath warm against my cheek. “You wanted to see us wet? Naked?”

I can’t speak. Can only nod, a desperate, jerky movement.

Her smirk turns predatory. “Good.” She reaches out, not touching me, but her fingertip traces a line in the air an inch from the flushed head of my cock. A jolt of pure electricity shoots through me. “Because you’re going to clean more than just the floor tonight,” she breathes, her voice dropping to a husky promise that vibrates deep in my gut. “You’re going to clean us. Every. Single. Inch.” Her eyes flick to the other girls, a silent command passing between them. Their expressions shift – Momo’s outrage fading into wary curiosity, Tzuyu’s ice thawing into something heated, Nayeon’s surprise blossoming into a wicked, intrigued grin. “Starting,” Jihyo says, her gaze snapping back to mine, filled with dark, undeniable hunger, "...right now."

(3rd Person POV)

His breath hitched, a ragged gasp tearing from his throat as Jihyo’s command hung in the steamy air, her dark eyes promising both punishment and filthy reward. He obeyed eagerly, hands trembling not from fear now but desperate, aching need, fumbling his pants back down past his hips, his thick cock springing free again, already slick and twitching, the flushed head glistening under the bathroom’s soft LED glow as he stared up at her, waiting.

Jihyo knelt down, her silk robe pooling around her knees on the cool marble, the scent of jasmine and her own arousal thickening the steam. Her hand, cool and deliberate, slid up the inside of his trembling thigh, fingers brushing the tight, hot skin of his balls before her thumb swiped roughly over the slick, leaking slit of his cock, making his whole body jolt and a choked groan rip from his throat.

A vicious shiver tore through him as Jihyo’s thumb smeared his pre-come across his sensitive head. "Fuck!" he gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily off the cold marble. Momo, frozen a few feet away, watched Jihyo’s bold possession, her earlier outrage flickering, replaced by a dark, fascinated heat that bloomed across her cheeks and down her neck; her breath hitched, sharp and audible in the steamy silence, her own hand unconsciously drifting to press between her legs over the thin silk.

"See something you want, Momo?" Jihyo murmured, not looking away from his agonized expression, her thumb circling the swollen crown again, making him whimper. "Or someone?" Before Momo could answer, Jihyo’s command cut through the haze. "Come here. Show him what happens when he spies on Momo’s perfect fucking tits."

Momo exhaled, a shaky sound, then stepped forward, her movements suddenly deliberate, predatory, her wide eyes fixed on his rigid cock glistening under Jihyo’s touch. She sank to her knees beside Jihyo, the damp silk of her robe parting to reveal the heavy, full curve of one breast, her nipple stiff and dark. Her fingers, trembling slightly only a moment ago, now reached out with shocking confidence, wrapping firmly around the thick base of his shaft beneath Jihyo’s hand, her cool touch a stark contrast to the furnace heat of his skin.

"Think this big cock deserves my tits, cleaner?" Momo breathed, her voice thick with a mix of challenge and raw need, her thumb mimicking Jihyo’s earlier motion, dragging roughly over his leaking slit, spreading the wetness as she squeezed him hard enough to make his vision blur. "You gonna fucking earn it?"

Momo’s grip tightened like a vise at the base of his cock, her thumb grinding relentlessly against his sensitive slit, drawing a ragged, desperate gasp from his throat. Tzuyu watched hungrily from the edge of the claw-foot tub, her relaxed posture gone rigid, knuckles white where she gripped the cold porcelain rim, her dark eyes wide and fixed unblinkingly on Momo’s hand working his thick shaft, a slow, deliberate bite sinking into her plump lower lip.

Tzuyu shoved off the tub’s edge, her movements fluid and deliberate, her earlier icy disdain replaced by a predatory heat that radiated off her damp skin as she stalked towards them.

"My turn," she declared, her voice low and thick, her gaze locked on his mouth while Jihyo's lips still stretched obscenely around his cockhead; she hooked her fingers sharply in his hair, wrenching his head back, forcing his gaze up the long lines of her body to where her robe had fallen completely open, revealing the swollen, glistening lips of her pussy hovering mere inches above his face.

"You wanted to peek? Now fucking clean it, cleaner," she commanded, her thighs trembling slightly as she lowered herself onto his mouth, grinding her hot, wet slit against his lips, the musky, heady scent of her arousal flooding his senses as her fingers tightened painfully in his hair, forcing his tongue to plunge deep into her slick, waiting heat. "Lick me clean!"

Tzuyu’s sharp command echoed off the marble as she ground her slick, swollen cunt hard against his mouth, the musky tang of her arousal flooding his senses, forcing his tongue deep into her hot, clenching depths. "Suck it, cleaner!" she gasped, her thighs trembling against his ears, her fingers knotting painfully in his hair and holding him prisoner against her needy flesh.

Nayeon’s playful giggle cut through the steam, sharp and hungry now, as she dropped to her knees beside Jihyo, her nimble fingers immediately joining Momo’s on his achingly hard shaft.

"Looks like the big, bad cleaner needs all our help," she purred, her eyes glittering with dark amusement as she leaned down, her breath hot against the throbbing vein on the underside of his cock, while Momo, taking her cue, shifted lower, her full lips parting to engulf one heavy, aching ball, sucking it deep into the wet heat of her mouth just as Jihyo, with a low, possessive hum, swallowed the leaking head back down her throat, her tongue swirling relentlessly over the ultra-sensitive ridge.

Tzuyu’s thighs clamped like a vice around his head, a sharp, startled cry ripping from her throat as her entire body seized, her slick pussy pulsing and gushing hot wetness against his tongue, forcing him to swallow convulsively as she shuddered through her climax. She slumped back against the vanity, panting, a sheen of sweat glistening on her dusky gold skin, a lazy, sated smirk touching her lips as she caught her breath and rasped, "Fuck... alright, girls... who’s taking that fat cock first?"

“Why not let him pick?”

"Momo," he gasped, his voice raw and desperate, his eyes locked on her full, trembling lips and the heavy swell of her tits still glistening with steam. He lunged forward, one hand fisting in her damp robe, yanking it open completely as the other gripped his thick, leaking cock, driving it hard and deep into her sopping wet cunt with a rough, animalistic grunt, her shocked cry of "FUCK!" echoing off the marble as her tight walls clenched violently around his invading shaft.

His calloused hands roughly groped Momo’s heavy, bouncing tits, thumbs grinding hard over her stiff, dark nipples as he slammed his hips forward, each brutal thrust forcing choked gasps from her throat and making her breasts jiggle obscenely. Jihyo and Nayeon watched, eyes dark with hunger, Tzuyu still panting from her own climax against the vanity, a low murmur of "Fuck yes, ruin her" escaping Jihyo's lips as Momo's head thrashed back, her fingernails digging into his shoulders.

Jihyo’s command hung thick in the steam as Momo writhed beneath him. “Choke her,” Jihyo hissed, her voice raw with command, and his calloused hand instantly clamped hard around Momo’s throat, cutting off her choked gasp mid-fuck as he slammed his hips forward with brutal, piston-like force, the wet smack of flesh on flesh echoing off the marble tiles.

Nayeon’s sharp, delighted giggle cut through Momo’s strangled whimpers as she dropped lower, her fingers finding Momo’s swollen, glistening clit and rubbing vicious, tight circles just as Momo’s body suddenly stiffened, arched off the floor, and exploded, a guttural scream tearing from her constricted throat as her pussy convulsed wildly around his driving cock and a powerful jet of clear fluid erupted, soaking his thrusting balls and splashing Nayeon’s fingers and the cool marble beneath them.

He ripped his slick cock from Momo’s shuddering cunt, leaving her gasping and dazed on the wet marble, then lunged for Tzuyu, locking his arms under her knees and around her chest in a full nelson. He drove his throbbing, soaked cock straight up into her dripping hole from behind, her shocked cry echoing as he impaled her deep, fucking her suspended body with savage, upward thrusts that made her scream.

Tzuyu’s scream ripped through the steam, raw and ragged, as his brutal upward thrusts hammered her suspended pussy, her slick walls clenching like a hot, wet fist around his invading cock. Nayeon and Jihyo watched, Jihyo’s fingers idly tracing circles over her own stiff nipple through the damp silk, Nayeon biting her lip hard, their breaths shallow and synchronized with the wet, rhythmic slap of flesh pounding flesh.

"Fuck, Tzuyu," he grunted, his voice thick with strain and lust, each savage thrust lifting her higher off the marble floor, her legs kicking helplessly against his iron grip, "this fucking tight little cunt... grips my cock like it’s fucking starving for it!" Tzuyu could only whimper, a broken sound lost beneath the relentless pounding, her head lolling back against his shoulder, eyes rolling white as the overwhelming stretch and friction tore another ragged cry from her throat.

Tzuyu’s entire body seized violently, her pussy clamping down like a hot, wet vice around his driving cock as a guttural scream tore from her throat, her hips jerking wildly against him while her slick juices pulsed out, coating his shaft and balls in her release. He dropped her limp, trembling body onto the cool marble, her chest heaving, then turned his burning gaze towards Nayeon, still watching with hungry eyes.

"You're next," he growled, grabbing her ankle and yanking her towards him before flipping her onto her back, hooking her legs over his shoulders, and folding her body brutally in half. "Jihyo?" he panted, staring down the length of his own sweat-slicked body at her as he positioned the swollen, dripping head of his cock against Nayeon's entrance, "Gonna save the best pussy for last." He slammed his entire length into Nayeon's tight heat in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt as she shrieked.

Nayeon screamed, her manicured nails raking, sinking into his back as he pistoned into her relentless and deep, her voice breaking into breathless sobs of "Daddy! Oh God, Daddy, fuck me harder!" Momo and Tzuyu, still glistening and flushed from their own use, hauled themselves up, leaning against the vanity with predatory smirks; Momo traced a fingertip through the sweat beading on Nayeon's trembling stomach, sneering.

"Look at little Nayeonnie, squealing for Daddy like a cheap slut," while Tzuyu chuckled darkly, "Bet she cums just from being called out on it." Jihyo, her eyes burning with possessive fire, seized his jaw, her mouth crashing against his in a bruising, demanding kiss, her tongue plunging deep as he drove into Nayeon with brutal, unforgiving strokes, her own moan vibrating against his lips.

Jihyo ripped her mouth from his, lips swollen and glistening, her command a harsh gasp against his cheek: "Make that little bitch cum right fucking now!" He locked eyes with Nayeon's tear-streaked, desperate face beneath him and snarled, voice thick and raw,

"Cum, you filthy whore, cum on Daddy's cock!"

Nayeon’s scream tore from her throat, raw and primal, her back arching violently off the marble as her eyes rolled white and her pussy clamped down in spasming waves around his brutal, driving thrusts. He ripped his cock out of her sopping, convulsing cunt, her juices slicking his shaft, and flopped onto his back on the damp tile, his chest heaving, pointing his still-thick erection at Jihyo’s dripping slit. "Ride it, Jihyo," he gasped, his voice ragged, eyes locked on her heavy tits, "Fucking bounce those perfect tits.”

Jihyo smirked, a dark promise in her eyes as she straddled his hips, gripping his shaft firmly, guiding the swollen, slick head to her flushed, swollen opening before sinking down onto him in one smooth, greedy motion, her full tits jiggling wildly with the impact, her groan low and satisfied as she began a relentless, deep bounce, her nails scraping his chest.

Tzuyu’s long fingers worked slick lube over Nayeon’s trembling thigh, her touch surprisingly clinical despite the obscene context, while Momo knelt, murmuring filthy encouragement as she guided Nayeon’s hips down onto the edge of the marble vanity, spreading her wide. They didn’t linger though, their task a swift, efficient prelude; as Nayeon gasped, arching her back against the cool surface, Tzuyu and Momo exchanged a hungry glance, their attention snapping towards the primal rhythm dominating the center of the steam-hazed bathroom.

Jihyo rode Y/n with furious abandon, her voluptuous body bouncing on his cock, the wet slap of skin echoing off the tiles, her head thrown back as guttural moans ripped from her throat. "Fuck, yes! Just like that, cleaner boy!" she gasped, her nails digging into his chest, her own breasts swaying heavily with each downward plunge, the glistening tip of his thick cock stretching her wide each time she slammed down.

Tzuyu and Momo, abandoning Nayeon whose legs still quivered on the vanity, moved like predators, circling Y/n and Jihyo on the damp floor. Momo crouched right beside Jihyo's bucking hip, her own robe falling open completely, her large breasts swinging as she leaned in, her voice a husky growl.

"Look at her take that monster cock, Y/n! Holy shit, ram it deeper into that greedy pussy! Make her scream!" She reached out, roughly squeezing Jihyo's bouncing tit, pinching a stiff nipple hard.

"Yeah, give it to her!" Tzuyu added from the other side, her easy-going demeanor replaced by intense arousal, her eyes fixed on where Jihyo was impaled. She knelt, running a hand up Y/n’s tensed thigh. "God, look at her go. Such a fucking slut for that dick, Jihyo! Riding it like her life depends on it!" Tzuyu’s fingers brushed the base of his shaft, slick with Jihyo’s juices, feeling the powerful thrusts from below.

Y/n grunted, his own control fraying beneath the onslaught of sensation and their filthy words. He gripped Jihyo's hips tighter, his knuckles white, meeting her downward strokes with sharp upward thrusts, driving his cock impossibly deep. He locked eyes with Jihyo, a wicked smirk twisting his lips even as sweat stung his eyes.

"Hear that?" he rasped, his voice thick with exertion and lust. "They see you. They see what a cock-hungry whore you really are, bouncing on me like some cheap street slut." He punctuated the insult with a brutal upward slam that made her shriek, her inner walls clenching vice-like around him. "You love being shown up like this, don't you? Love them watching this fat dick stretch your tight little pussy wide open?"

Nayeon, recovering her breath but still flushed and trembling, slid off the vanity, joining the circle. She didn't speak immediately, just watched with dark, hungry eyes as Jihyo was verbally and physically ravaged, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips as she saw the leader undone. The air crackled with shared heat, the scent of sex and sweat overpowering the lingering perfume, the only sounds the relentless slap of flesh, Jihyo’s ragged cries, Y/n’s guttural groans, and the girls’ lurid commentary urging them on towards a shuddering, inevitable peak.

"Fuck, I'm so close!" Jihyo gasped, her rhythm faltering as her cunt clenched violently around Y/n's thick cock. Nayeon's fingers traced slick, teasing circles over his tightening balls while Momo and Tzuyu leaned in, their mouths closing hungrily over Jihyo's bouncing tits, suckling hard at her stiff nipples. The room filled with their combined, desperate moans.

Tzuyu's middle finger found Jihyo's swollen clit, circling it fast and hard, slick with the mixture of her own arousal and the lube smeared earlier on Nayeon. "Make her fucking gush!" Momo demanded, releasing Jihyo's nipple with a wet pop and shoving Tzuyu's hand aside to take over, her own fingers rubbing Jihyo's clit in rough, demanding circles just as Y/n slammed his cock impossibly deep one final time.

Jihyo's back arched violently off Y/n's body, a silent scream tearing from her throat before erupting into a ragged, guttural wail as her cunt clenched in a vice-grip around his shaft and a sudden, hot jet of fluid sprayed out, soaking Y/n's lower stomach and thighs in a pungent rush. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCKING CUMMING!" she shrieked, her body convulsing uncontrollably, the squirting pulsing rhythmically as Momo kept rubbing her clit through the intense orgasm, Tzuyu watching with dark, fascinated eyes as Jihyo completely unraveled.

Jihyo slumped against him, chest heaving, her slick cunt still twitching from the force of her orgasm as Momo finally eased the relentless pressure on her clit. Y/n’s own cock throbbed viciously inside her stretched warmth, slick walls fluttering wildly around him, the intense friction pushing him dangerously close to the edge. He gritted his teeth, fighting the rising tide, a predatory smirk spreading across his sweat-slicked face despite the overwhelming sensation.

With a sudden, deliberate movement, Y/n gripped Jihyo’s hips firmly and lifted her impaled body clean off his shaft. A slick, obscene plop echoed in the humid air as she slid free, collapsing onto the damp tiles beside him with a shuddering gasp, her thighs instantly clamping together reflexively. He pushed himself up smoothly onto his feet, towering over the sprawled women, his thick, glistening cock jutting out rigidly from his groin, slick and gleaming with a potent mix of her juices and his own pre-cum, pulsing visibly with each beat of his heart.

His eyes, dark with lust and triumph, swept over the flushed faces staring up at him: Jihyo panting, dazed but defiant; Momo licking her lips hungrily; Tzuyu’s gaze fixed unblinkingly on his dripping erection; Nayeon biting her lower lip, a playful challenge dancing in her eyes. He ran a hand slowly down his abs, smearing the wetness Jihyo had sprayed over him, his voice a low, gravelly command cutting through the heavy breathing. "Alright," he rasped, tapping the swollen head of his cock, a thick bead of precum welling up instantly. "Who wants this fucking load?"

The humid air crackled with their collective hunger. They all replied, “WE DO DADDY!” before bringing their faces closer and sticking their tongues out, eager pink points glistening under the bathroom lights, breaths hot against his slick, throbbing cock.

His gaze raked over their eager faces as his fist tightened on his slick shaft. "This load ain't getting wasted, sluts," he snarled, the veins standing out on his forearm. "You share every fucking drop."

He began stroking himself furiously over their outstretched tongues, his hips jerking, a deep grunt ripping from his chest before thick ropes of hot cum splattered Jihyo’s flushed cheek, streaked Momo’s chin, and painted Tzuyu and Nayeon's eager, open mouths. Jihyo’s tongue, slick with his thick spunk, darted out to gather the mess before turning to Momo, locking her in a deep, filthy kiss, sharing the salty tang as Tzuyu eagerly licked Nayeon’s coated lips clean.

"So yummy," Momo gasped, pulling back with a shared strand of cum stretching between their mouths just as Tzuyu swallowed and purred, "Shared it all, Daddy!”

Y/n smirked down at them sprawled on the wet tiles, his thick cock still glistening. "Lick it clean, you filthy sluts," he ordered harshly, "Get every fucking drop off my cock," he instructed, “don’t forget my balls.”

They scrambled, tongues eagerly lapping his cum from his shaft and tightening scrotum, their mouths hot and greedy. Jihyo sat back, wiping her chin with a low chuckle, her eyes gleaming as she gestured towards the steaming shower. "Get that filthy cock in here, cleaner boy," she purred, "The bathroom floor's clean enough... time you washed us properly."

“I love this job!”

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😉😉

As I walked past, his eyes glanced at my naked body and my perky, firm tits bouncing with every step. As I opened the fridge I bent over and knew he was getting a good look at my bare pussy and asshole.

I gulped down water from the jug in his fridge before putting it back and closing it.

"God, I needed that," I gasped and turned to look at him, but Minjoon wouldn't look at me. "Fill that up, will you? Oh, and order us a pizza. We should be done in like an hour or two."

"Y-yeah, okay." He stuttered.

I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before pushing my frizzy, black hair back behind my ears. My body had a thin layer of sweat as I left my boyfriend in the kitchen and returned upstairs.

"Ready for round 3?" I asked as I opened his dad's bedroom.

Kim Shik, Minjoon's dad was lying on the bed, his body was sweaty as well as he smiled at me.

"Definitely," He answered. "Did you see Minjoon?"

I jumped onto the bed and straddled his big, muscular body before reaching down to grab his big, thick cock and line it up with my cum filled pussy.

"Yeah, he's just chilling." I moaned as I started to slide down his cock. Fuck, I'll never forget how good his cock felt sliding into me.

"Good, you two can hang out after I'm done breeding you for the day." Kim Shik grunted as I took his entire cock in my young, tight pussy.

"Fuuuck, yes Daddy!!" I moaned back.

I rode Kim Shik like a bitch in heat, banging the walls and screaming out in pure pleasure. It was mostly real moans, but I did add in some volume to make sure Minjoon could hear us.

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You're probably wondering how a popular Idol that was loved by many ended up cuckolding her boyfriend with his own dad... Well, it was definitely an eye-opening experience for me.

The Beginning

Minjoon and I had been dating for a while, and when we both turned 18, we took each other's virginity.

He was a great boyfriend. He was kind, caring and very loving. He would open doors for me, pull out chairs and paid for most meals. Well, his dad paid for meals as he was Minjoon's supply of money.

Before this all began his dad, Kim Shik, was nothing but polite to me. I loved being around his house because I was treated like a queen by Minjoon and very respectfully by his dad.

Now, I was innocent... to everyone else but Minjoon. And even he just got a glimpse of how kinky I secretly was.

Before we had sex, I made myself cum nearly every day. Now, I wasn't a porn star, but I loved recording myself playing with my pussy. I just felt really sexy when I'd watch back on me fingering myself and cumming.

I had a thin frame with perky, soft tits that were bigger than someone with my frame should have. I had long black hair and a plump, firm bum from hours on end of training and dancing.

Minjoon was an innocent, nice guy. So I knew my kinky side shocked him, but that didn't stop me.

Whenever either of us were away, I would send him nudes of myself, knowing it would be driving him crazy. I also loved the idea of him wanking and cumming just from looking at me.

After a few months I knew he had a saved folder with hundreds of nude pictures of me. Knowing that he was looking at them turned me on so much!

Which is how this all began.

I didn't know it at the time, but one day Kim Shik broke his phone at work, and when he got home, he asked Minjoon to use his and text his boss that he wouldn't be reachable.

"Yeah, sure." Minjoon replied obediently and handed it to his dad without thinking.

Kim Shik took the phone up to his room to speak to his boss. It wasn't a problem as Kim Shik was planning on getting a new phone the next day, but he would have the same number as it was just a phone that he needed and not a SIM card.

But when Kim Shik ended the call, he accidentally clicked on the button that showed other apps that were running. Minjoon hadn't realised it, but he still had the folder with all my pictures open.

Curiosity got the better of Kim Shik, and he clicked onto it. His heart beat harder in his chest when he realised what it was. His son's innocent, hot girlfriend had sent many, many nudes!!

The first one Kim Shik clicked on was one of me on my knees with them spread apart. I was in front of a full-length mirror with my left hand squeezing one of my tits and my tongue sticking out. Not exactly how he expected to see his son's nice girlfriend.

Kim Shik's big, thick cock grew in his work trousers as he looked at me. He never expected to see the tzuyu lusty and sexy in the phone, completely different from the innocent Idol on the stage. Seeing me like that brought back his dormant dominant side, a side that had died along with his wife. Back when she was alive, Kim Shik and she had a vibrant sex life. She was submissive, and they were both kinky. At times, she was more of a sex toy than a wife, but they both loved it. I never thought I would take her place.

Kim Shik flicked through the next few photos.

There was me bent over with one hand spreading my ass cheeks so he could see my tight, smooth pussy and my puckering asshole.

Next was one of me laid back with my legs spread, giving the perfect view of my wet pussy.

There were some selfies of me lying down with my tits out and winking at the camera. Then some of just my legs spread and one with two fingers inside of me.

The more Kim Shik looked at, the more his caveman, dominant instincts came out. His cock was throbbing as he stared at me.

"Dad?" Minjoon shouted. "Are you nearly done with my phone?"

Kim Shik thought quickly, and he emailed the entire folder to himself and then deleted the email, so Minjoon would have no idea that it happened. He had to wait for his cock to go down before handing the phone back to Minjoon.

At that time Kim Shik just planned to use his son's girlfriend as wanking material. He didn't think anything would actually happen... but he was wrong.

Growing Temptations

Unknown to me at the time, Kim Shik had been cumming over my photos every night for nearly a month. He had thousands of photos to get through and hadn't even viewed them all yet.

In my own innocence, I didn't even notice the change in his attitude towards me at first.

Then he got more obvious.

One day I was sat on the sofa with Minjoon. It was a hot day, and I was wearing shorts and a tight vest when I noticed Kim Shik's eyes on my smooth, toned legs.

I was looking right at him, but he was too distracted by my legs. In my head I thought, take a picture, it'll last longer. Oh, but Kim Shik had plenty pictures with a lot worse.

"Babe, can you get me a drink please?" I asked Minjoon.

"Of course." He said and kissed my cheek before leaving me alone with his dad.

Kim Shik finally met my eyes, and he looked sheepish at first, as if I had just caught him wanking. But then I flashed him a smile, and he relaxed.

"So, Tzuyu," Kim Shik spoke, "Any plans for the comeback, I heard your team is coming back. "Not really," I answered. "I just want to relax in the sun and work on my tan."

Kim Shik's eyes lit up when I said that, although I didn't know why.

"You know we have a big, inflatable pool?" He asked. "You're always welcome to come here to catch the sun."

"Really?" I asked with delight. "That would be amazing!!"

I thought he was just being nice, not that he wanted me around in a bikini. Oh, to be so innocent again.

"Oh, definitely." Kim Shik said, and his eyes went back to my legs.

That's when I first felt it... my pussy tingled as this older, handsome men gazed at me.

I always knew that Kim Shik was attractive for his age. He was tall, muscular, and had this confidence about him. He was the complete opposite of Minjoon, and although I had never met his mum, I knew he took after her more than his dad.

"Here you go hun." Minjoon said when he returned.

I tensed up, as if I was doing something wrong by just talking to his dad.

"Thank you." I replied, and as he kissed my cheek, my eyes were on Kim Shik.

--

These strange moments became more and more frequent. Kim Shik would give me these looks, and I would catch him staring at my body. I quickly stopped finding it uncomfortable and instead found it arousing.

I would even put myself in situations and positions to give him better views of me. In my mind I was just teasing an older man, and nothing would come of it.

Kim Shik was sat in the kitchen when I walked in, and I told him I was getting a plate, knowing it was in the bottom cupboard. I was wearing black leggings, but as I bent over to go into the cupboard, I knew that they became more see through, and he would be able to see my thong.

When I turned around, his eyes were still lingering on me, and my pussy throbbed.

He found me hot, and I knew it. Fuck, this was wild!

I started to get more and more flirtatious with Kim Shik. Whenever Minjoon was out of the room, I would sit closer to him. I would wear more revealing clothing.

One day, Kim Shik was sat on an armchair, and I moved to sit on the arm. I was wearing a short blue skirt that rode up my thighs when I sat down, and I rested a hand onto his firm shoulder.

"How come you've never dated anyone?" I asked.

His eyes were on my legs, and he made no effort to move them.

"Never found the right girl, I guess," He told me. "Not many girls want to date a man my age."

"Oh please," I said and nudged him. "Any girl would be lucky to be with a man as hot as you..."

When I said it, he looked up to me, and I got lost in his black eyes, and I felt... nervous.

"How are things with Minjoon?" He whispered. I found out later it was so his son wouldn't hear us.

"Good," I answered, and he looked disheartened, so I continued, "Except I wish he was more forceful. You know, acted like more of a man."

This lit up Kim Shik's eyes.

"That's true. Sometimes I think he's as submissive as his mother was," He told me and looked at my thighs again. "He definitely doesn't get that from me."

My pussy was on fire!!

"Is that so?" I asked.

I watched as his eyes slowly moved up my legs, lingering on my chest and then looking at my face.

"When it comes to women," He whispered as a hand gently landed on my thigh, "I am very, very dominant."

The fire behind his eyes was making me desperate. I was ready to pounce on him, even with Minjoon in the other room. If I knew that he had been wanking over my nudes for weeks then I would've, but at the time I thought he might have just been being a little inappropriate.

"Well, erm," I stuttered and tried to control myself, "Maybe you can give Minjoon some tips."

We both heard Minjoon walking back towards the room, and my instant reaction was to move, but Kim Shik tightened his grip on my thigh long enough to make me realise he was risking getting caught.

When he did let go and I stood up, I immediately missed his touch.

That was the first night I made myself cum at the thought of my boyfriend's dad.

After that Kim Shik's touches on my body happened more often. A little touch of my arm here, a small squeeze of my leg there. Nothing too much, but enough to make me fall more and more under his spell.

All of this was without Minjoon noticing anything, and if he did, he never said.

In the sunshine

Kim Shik had spent a day getting their inflatable pool up. It was huge!! Taking up nearly all of their garden, he also bought a few deck chairs to be placed around it.

I was around there the day after it was up.

"I'm going to have a BBQ tomorrow," Kim Shik said while Minjoon and I were on the sofa, "If you wanted to come?"

I looked at Minjoon, who smiled at me, and then I looked back at Kim Shik.

"I'd love to!" I answered.

After a little while I went into the kitchen to get a drink, I was alone for a minute when I felt a dominant presence with me. When I turned, I saw Kim Shik stood on the other side of the kitchen.

"It's supposed to be a very hot one tomorrow," He told me and slowly walked closer, "So, dress accordingly."

As he walked over, I found myself backing into the kitchen counter, and my ass pressed against it until he was stood inches from my body.

"I... I can do that." I whispered and felt my breathing turn heavy.

He kept staring down at me. His body towered over mine, and I felt... weak. This was the first time I thought he was actually going to do something. God, I wish he did.

As he leaned down, I thought he was about to kiss me, but his head went past mine and his lips moved close to my ear.

"I think a bikini would be the best thing for you to wear." He whispered.

I let out a loud gasp as he moved back and looked into my eyes. I bit my thick, bottom lip and nodded at him.

When he walked out my thong was drenched!! So, I grabbed Minjoon and dragged him upstairs. We didn't even close his door as I laid down and pulled him on top of me.

Minjoon pulled out his five inch cock and grabbed a condom. As I spread my legs around him, Minjoon gently pushed his dick inside of me.

"Oooh god," I moaned, "Faster."

Like always, Minjoon was making love to me rather than fucking me. It wasn't bad, but I wanted to be fucked... hard!!

I even wrapped my legs around him to try and urge him to go deeper and harder, but he didn't catch on.

"Wait, roll over. I'll go on top." I told him.

At least on top I could control the pace.

As I straddled my boyfriend and took hold of his condom covered cock, I lined it up with my drenched pussy and lifted my head.

My entire body froze when I saw Kim Shik stood at the gap in the door, staring at me with a straight face. I was close to shouting and stopping... when he nodded at me.

This was a lot more intense than thinking about Minjoon wanking over my photos. This was actually being watched while having sex... by my boyfriend's father.

My eyes stayed locked on Kim Shik, not thinking that all Minjoon had to do was look up to see him as I started to slide down my boyfriend's cock.

"Ooooh god!" I moaned as took Minjoon balls deep inside of me.

"Tzuyu..." Minjoon gasped.

"Shh!" I panted and shoved a hand over his mouth.

My eyes were locked on Kim Shik's as I grinded myself on his son's cock. My pussy was fucking drenched and leaking onto Minjoon's dick as I moved faster and faster.

"Oh fuck... fuck... fucking hell." I moaned.

Minjoon may not fuck me like a man, but at least he had a good sized cock that I could ride.

Kim Shik nodded and smiled at me, and knowing he was happy made me even more excited.

"Oh god! Fuck me!! Oooh, fuck yes!" I moaned.

He mouthed "show me your tits". I grabbed at my top and tried to yank it down, but it got stuck. I kept pulling it and pulling it, but whatever it was stuck on would not let me get my tits out! Fuck, I wanted him to see my tits!! Since I didn't know that he had already seen them, it suddenly became an obsession that I wanted Kim Shik to see me naked!

"It's okay." Kim Shik mouthed at me, and I stopped trying to flash him.

Instead, I planted both hands onto Minjoon's chest, and I started to bounce on his cock. My skin slapped against his as I rode him harder and harder.

"Oh god! Yes! Ooh fuck yes! Fuck me!" I moaned.

"Tzuyuuuu!!" Minjoon grunted, and I knew he was cumming, once again way before I was even close.

Kim Shik actually had to stifle a laugh when he realised it. I stared at Kim Shik, annoyed that my boyfriend disappointed me once again.

"Oh my god, that was amazing." Minjoon panted.

I looked down at him in anger, and then I looked up and saw that Kim Shik was gone.

"Did you cum?" Minjoon asked.

"Erm, yeah." I lied and climbed off of him.

--

I was getting ready to head over to Minjoon's house for a day of sunbathing. Since having Kim Shik watch me having sex with his son, I felt obsessed with him.

At first I put on a full face of make up, then I straightened my long black hair and finally I put on my skimpiest, pink bikini. The bottoms were more of a thong that disappeared between my ass cheeks.

When I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but think how hot I looked. Fuck it. I took a photo on my phone and pulled up Kim Shik's contact.

My heart was pounding as I sent it to him with the question

Tzuyu: Is this thong okay?

He replied back in an instant.

Kim Shik: Perfect. See you soon.

My legs turned to jelly. I couldn't believe what was happening. I was practically having an affair with my boyfriend's dad! At the time I thought that was bad enough, never mind where it led to.

I threw a frilly summer dress over my bikini and drove over to Minjoon's house. He met me at the door with a kiss and led me to the garden.

As I stepped outside, I had to hide my excitement when I saw Kim Shik. He was wearing blue swimming shorts and nothing else. It was the first time I saw him topless, and I was amazed at his body! I couldn't believe he was Minjoon's dad!

Kim Shik's body was extremely toned, with bulging muscles. He truly was a man! I never thought about it before, but maybe my dad running out on me and my mum when I was young gave me daddy issues? That didn't matter though because I was drenched just looking at him.

"Tzuyu!" Kim Shik called out when he saw me, "Hope you're ready for some sun and a lot of food!"

He strode over and pulled me in for a hug, and I almost melted! My perky tits squished against his firm chest, and I let this giant man grip me hard. God... I wish Minjoon would grab me like that.

"Yeah, thank you." I replied when he let me go.

When I turned around, Minjoon was down to his swimming shorts. He looked completely different to his dad. Minjoon was skinny, pale and hairless, which was something I never really cared about before his dad.

Kim Shik went over to the BBQ, and Minjoon walked up to me, and I took this as my cue to remove my dress. I threw it off, and when I looked up, Minjoon's eyes were wide open.

"Erm, Tzuyu," He whispered and leaned in close, "is that not a little revealing?"

I looked down at my flat stomach, my tits that were being pushed up by the bikini, and also the very little material that covered my pussy.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

Minjoon looked at his dad then back at me.

"It's just..." He stuttered, and I gave him a doe eyes, a confused look. "Nothing, it's fine."

I smiled, but God, Minjoon didn't have a dominant bone in his body. As I walked over to one of the sun loungers, I flicked my head back and saw Kim Shik watching me, specifically my shapely, firm bum. I felt a twitch between my legs before I laid down.

I put on my sunglasses so Minjoon couldn't see me watching his dad, who was constantly looking over at me.

When he was watching, I would stretch my arms into the air and arch my back, as if putting on a show for him. I would hear the occasional disapproving sigh from Minjoon and a few dirty looks, but he never said anything.

After half an hour of teasing Kim Shik with my body, he came over with a hotdog.

"Hungry?" He asked and held it out to me.

"Starving," I told him and took it. Our fingers met, and I felt electricity course through my body. "And I do love a sausage."

Kim Shik smirked as I took it.

He had covered it in mayonnaise, which was a surprise at first, until I took a bite and a dollop fell off and landed right in the middle of my chest. I looked down then back up at him.

"Woops." I said in an innocent, girly tone.

With Kim Shik watching, I used a finger to scoop up the white liquid, and it spread around my chest as I brought the finger to my mouth. I slowly wrapped my thick lips around it and sucked it clean.

"Tzuyu?" Minjoon whispered from the side.

With my lips still sucking on my finger, I turned to look at him.

"Sorry," I told him, "Didn't want to get all sticky."

"No harm done," Kim Shik said. "Right, son?"

"Erm, yeah." Minjoon awkwardly replied.

I scooped up the last of the mayonnaise and licked it from my finger before going back to the hot dog.

A little while passed after that, but I knew I needed to do something to get more of Kim Shik's attention.

Which is when an idea came to me. A sat up and reached back to untie the string that held up my bikini top. As it came undone the bra section sunk, but I caught it just in time before my nipples popped out.

Minjoon hadn't noticed, so I pulled the bikini top as far down as possible without my nipples being out, and then I laid back down.

It was five minutes past when Minjoon finally noticed.

"Tzuyu," He said, "You're... your top..."

I looked over to him, Kim Shik had walked over at this stage and was stood a few steps away.

"I just wanted to get as little tan lines as possible." I said to him calmly.

"But you're... you're..." Minjoon stuttered and couldn't find the words.

"Leave the girl be," Kim Shik told him. "She's not hurting anyone, is she?"

Minjoon was caught off guard by that.

"Yeah, Minjoon," I told him. "It's not like I'm flashing my tits."

"What?!" Minjoon choked when he heard me say that, but Kim Shik laughed.

"My nipples are still covered," I told him. "Don't be such a baby."

Before he could say anything, I laid back down, knowing full well that my nipples were a fraction of an inch from being exposed.

Kim Shik would stare at me, and Minjoon would inspect my top to make sure I was covered up. After a while I wanted to give Kim Shik a better show.

I sat up, holding onto my bikini top to stop from flashing and then turned around to get onto my knees. I made a show of bending over and sticking my arse into the air as I moved down onto my stomach. I knew that the thong was pressed tightly against my arsehole as I laid down.

"Tzuyu, what's gotten into you?" Minjoon whispered.

I thought, your dad's cock soon, hopefully.

"Nothing," I told him. "You're the one that seems to have a problem."

"You're just half naked with my dad here." Minjoon whispered.

It was the first time he had ever had any dominant tone to me.

"Aww, are you jealous that your dad is looking at me?" I asked and felt my heart beat even faster.

Minjoon went quiet, and when I looked at him, his face was bright red.

"Oh my god, you are," I laughed. "You're jealous that your dad is looking at my body."

I don't know why, but saying that to Minjoon made my pussy gush in my bikini.

"Shut up." Minjoon whispered weakly.

"He is hot," I said to him. "All those muscles and hair. There's nothing wrong with him looking at a hot sexy idol right”

"Tzuyu!" Minjoon panted out.

"Oh, come on," I told him. "You have that much of a problem with your dad checking me out?"

"I just... it's weird." Minjoon replied.

"Do you think he gets hard over me?" I asked, finding some sick thrill over saying this to my boyfriend.

"Oh my god!" Minjoon gasped.

"I bet he does," I said to him. "I bet looking at me makes his cock very, very hard."

"Stop it." He whispered, but then I noticed a flinch in his shorts.

He was actually getting hard over this!!! I couldn't believe it!

"I bet he'd fuck me properly." I sighed. A girl could dream.

Minjoon didn't reply to that, but he did have to rearrange his cock in his shorts. Yep, my boyfriend was hard!

I didn't push it any further than that on this day. I knew I was walking on a very thin line. As exciting as it was, I knew I would be back.

--

Well, it was three days later when I was back in their garden in another skimpy bikini. After an hour of teasing Kim Shik with my body and Minjoon not being brave enough to say anything, I sat up.

"I'm gonna go for a swim," I said, and I noticed Minjoon move as if to come with me. "Kim Shik, want to join me?"

"Definitely!" Kim Shik shouted.

I noticed Minjoon was about to speak and most likely join us.

"Babe, will you make me an ice coffee?" I asked, knowing it would take him a while, meaning more time alone with his dad in the pool.

"Erm, sure." He replied and walked inside.

I got in the pool first, and Kim Shik quickly joined. The bottom of my hair got wet, and I was swimming just a foot away from Kim Shik. With the water shining from his body, it made him look even hotter.

"You know what you're doing, don't you." Kim Shik whispered to me.

"Oh, and what is that?" I asked with a coy grin on my face.

He swam closer to me, and my foot accidentally grazed his firm thigh. There I was with a man old enough to be my dad, and all I could think about was his cock.

"You're acting like a slut because you want your boyfriend's dad to fuck you." He growled at me.

Fuuuckk!! I loved how he just came out and said it! No beating around the bush, no being too afraid to say what he was thinking. Just straight to the point.

"And you're the one eye fucking his son's half naked girlfriend." I replied and felt my pussy quiver.

Suddenly he lunged forward, and his big, strong arms wrapped around my thin body. I instinctively wrapped my toned legs around his waist and grabbed onto his shoulders to hold myself up. As I did, my crotch pressed against his, and I felt his hard as steel cock.

"Oooh!" I gasped. He felt fucking huge!!

As my body was latched onto his, I started to pant, and then he leaned so his mouth was next to my ear.

"I found Minjoon's folder with all of your nudes," He whispered to me. "I've been eye fucking your naked body for a long time."

My nails dug into his steel shoulder, and I moaned. He had seen me completely naked in many, many positions! I knew this beautiful, older man had been cumming over me! And I loved it!

"You... you've seen them?" I moaned as I grabbed onto him.

I didn't realise it, but I instinctively rubbed my pussy against his hard cock. Just two thin parts of material blocked them.

"I've seen everything," He whispered into my ear as he held me firmer against his body. "I didn't think my son's sweet girlfriend was such a slut."

"Oh fuck." I moaned in his ear.

I was dragging my pussy up and down his cock, practically humping him like a dog in this pool.

"He doesn't fuck you as good as you want, does he?" Kim Shik growled in my ear. "I could tell by the way you were riding him while looking at me, you need a real man to fuck you like a filthy whore."

My clit was throbbing as I was grinding it against his cock. I never thought I would be this girl, but I was so fucking horny!

"I bet your cunt would feel so tight wrapped around my cock." He whispered.

"Fuck!!" I moaned.

I kept grinding my clit against his cock, harder and harder, humping him in that pool without a care in the world as my orgasm started to grow.

Then he took a handful of my hair and pulled it back. Not enough to properly hurt, but enough to show me that he was in control.

"Are you seriously trying to cum right now?" He grunted at me and held me slightly apart from him.

"Y...." I groaned when suddenly...

"What's going on?" Minjoon's nervous voice broke as he spoke.

My eyes shot wide open as I looked past Kim Shik and at my boyfriend. Kim Shik had quickly let go of my hair, and I wondered if Minjoon had seen it. No matter what, this looked dodgy.

But Kim Shik ever so calmly turned his head.

"She can't reach the bottom, so I'm just holding her up." He told her as though nothing was wrong.

Minjoon looked incredibly uncomfortable, and I could still feel Kim Shik's cock twitching in his shorts against me.

"M-Tzuyu," Minjoon stuttered with the ice coffee in his hands, "Are you... okay?"

My legs were still wrapped around my boyfriend's dad with his hard cock pressed against me while I looked at my boyfriend.

"Yes," I told him, "Just needed some extra support."

"Is this not a little inappropriate?" Minjoon asked.

He was stood perfectly still, but I saw the bulge in his swimming shorts.

"He's just holding me up," I told him. "Don't make this weird."

"Yeah Minjoon," Kim Shik told him, "I'm just helping your girlfriend out."

Minjoon was blushing as he looked at us.

"You can put the ice coffee by my seat." I told him.

Just leave, I thought, let me carry on having my fun.

"Oh, okay." Minjoon replied.

I was half shocked by how weak Minjoon was acting. I had my legs and arms wrapped around a man, and he wasn't fighting for me. But when he turned and went to sit down on the sunbeds, I was grateful.

I kept looking at Minjoon, who was watching me, and from where he was sat he could only see our heads and nothing else, which is when I heard Kim Shik whisper.

"Grab my cock," He said to me. "Now."

I looked at him, bit my bottom lip and nodded.

My right hand left his firm shoulder and moved under the water. My fingertips pressed against his rock hard abs and sunk underneath his swimming shorts, where I found his hard, thick, perfect cock.

"Oh my god!" I whispered when I couldn't even wrap my fingers around his shaft.

Minjoon's was the only cock I had touched before, but it was nothing compared to his dad's! I couldn't believe it. I was gripping my boyfriend's dad's cock while my boyfriend watched, although he had no idea.

My fingers and palm explored his meat like it was a new toy, feeling him all over and getting him to twitch in my hand.

"Bigger than Minjoon?" Kim Shik whispered.

I looked into his dominant eyes and bit my lip again.

"So much bigger." I whispered.

"Stroke it." He ordered.

I loved having a man tell me what to do! Not asking for permission or worrying I would say no, but just claiming me and asserting his dominance.

My fingers wrapped around his cock once more and started to move up and down. He was throbbing in my hand, and he was as hard as steel.

"Good girl," Kim Shik whispered. "Such a slut, stroking my cock."

Even though I was engulfed in water, I was fucking boiling!! My pussy was spasming out of control, and my breathing got heavier and heavier as I stroked Kim Shik's big, hard cock.

"You know you're going to be my whore now, don't you?" Kim Shik whispered.

My hand was moving up and down, rubbing the length of him as I panted.

"Yes." I moaned back.

"You're going to let your boyfriend's dad fuck you," Kim Shik told me. "And I'll fuck you like the slut you are."

"Oh fuck." I moaned.

"What are you two doing?" Minjoon shouted over.

He walked over to the side of the pool, but Kim Shik had his back to Minjoon, so even though the water was clear and see through, he couldn't see that my hand was inside his dad's shorts. Although it must have been strange that my hand wasn't visible.

"I'm just getting to know your girlfriend better." Kim Shik told him and laughed.

"I might join you." Minjoon told us, and I saw him reach for the side of the pool.

"No!" I shouted instinctively, my fingers still gripping his dad's cock, "Erm, we need some towels for when we get out."

Kim Shik laughed at my terrible excuse.

"Yeah," Kim Shik joined in though, "Go upstairs and get three towels from the bathroom."

"I don't think we need them," Minjoon said with a concerned tone. "We can just dry in the sun."

"Minjoon!" I shouted. "Just do as your dad tells you!"

He was shocked by me shouting at him, although he didn't say anything and just walked into the house.

"You're such a bitch." Kim Shik told me.

"Oh yeah?" I asked, now alone as I looked into Kim Shik's eyes. "And what are you gonna do about it?"

He took a handful of my hair again and yanked it back, and I let out moan of pleasure and pain.

"Whatever the fuck I want." He growled.

He gripped my head and pulled it towards him, which is when his lips aggressively pressed against mine. I melted into the kiss! My fingers grasped harder on his cock and went back to stroking him as he kissed me.

My tits pressed against his chest, and Kim Shik shoved his tongue into my mouth.

"Mmmm ooohh!" I moaned as I made out with my boyfriend's dad.

I was cheating, but I couldn't care less! This is what I needed! I needed a man who would just take what he wanted.

His tongue explored my mouth as our tongues wrestled against each other. When I heard Kim Shik grunting into my mouth and his cock twitch in my hand, I let out my own moan.

Kim Shik let go of my hand and moved down to grab my ass cheeks. Feeling his fingers dig into my flesh made me let out another loud moan.

"Oh fuck... Kim Shik..." I moaned as he grabbed me, and I stroked him.

"Oh no," Kim Shik growled, "I'm your Daddy now."

"Fuuuckk!" I moaned. "Yes, Daddy!"

For a while we were both just panting and looking at each other as he felt my body and I worked his cock.

"Tzuyu!" Minjoon's voice shouted, and I looked past his dad and at my boyfriend.

"What?!" I shouted back without thinking.

He looked scared by me shouting at him, and how he didn't notice what was going on I had no idea.

"I... I got the towels." He told me.

I was ready to just let everything out, but then Kim Shik let go and pushed me away.

"Good," He said and left me in the middle of the pool, "Thanks son."

Kim Shik climbed out of the pool, and his body was like a superhero's, dripping in water and so fucking hot! He had no care about hiding the giant hard cock underneath his swim shorts. Minjoon glanced at it and went bright red but didn't say anything.

I climbed out after him and grabbed a towel from Minjoon.

"Thanks babe." I said and kissed his cheek before wrapping the towel around me.

"What were you two doing in there?" Minjoon whispered to me.

"Just hanging out." I replied.

"It looked like... I don't know." Minjoon whispered.

"Don't worry." I told him and walked off.

I laid back on the sunbed and drank the ice coffee that Minjoon made me while Kim Shik cleaned the BBQ. Another thirty minutes went by when I stood up and went to get myself a drink of water.

I was alone in the kitchen for a few seconds when a strong, firm hand grabbed my arse cheeks from behind. I knew it was Kim Shik.

He pressed his firm, half naked body against my back and pushed me against the kitchen counter.

"You better not think that I'm done with you." He growled into my ear from behind.

I looked forward out the window, and I could see Minjoon sat in the sun as his own dad pressed his hard cock against my ass.

"I pray to god that you're not done." I told him.

I felt so slutty and so free!

SPANK!

"Oooh!" I moaned as his palm crashed against my bare arse. God I never knew how much I loved getting spanked.

"Fucking whore," Kim Shik whispered. He grabbed me and spun me around, and then suddenly he grabbed my bikini top and yanked it off so my perky, soft tits bounced free. He was finally seeing them in person. "Even better than the pictures," he remarked.

His hands grabbed them firmly, and his fingers pulled on my nipples.

"Oooooh fuck!" I moaned. "I'm so glad you saw my pictures!"

Kim Shik slapped my tits, and I let out a yelp and a moan. Then he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me to the floor. I was on my knees, and when I looked up, Kim Shik was grabbing his swimming shorts. With a quick yank they were down by his ankles, and his big, majestic cock sprung free.

"Oh my fucking god!" I gasped! It was so much bigger than I expected.

"Let's see what slutty mouth feels like." He told me.

I actually gulped as I looked at his massive cock.

I sat up on my knees and gripped onto his cock with my right hand. I looked up at him one last time before licking my lips and staring at his cock again. My head moved forward, and I felt the warmth of his meat fill my mouth.

My lips closed and wrapped around his shaft, although I could barely fit him inside.

"Mmmm!" I moaned as I tasted a real man's cock filling my mouth!

It was godly! He throbbed in my mouth, and when I ran the base of my tongue along his head, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven!

What I didn't know was that it had been years since Kim Shik had received a blowjob, and feeling my young, hot mouth around his cock unlocked that animalistic side that he had hidden since his wife died.

I had barely started licking his head when he grabbed onto my hair. I looked up just as he pulled me down and forced his cock down my throat, deeper than Minjoon's was able to go, even if he tried to.

"Glllg!" I gagged on a cock for the first time in my life.

"That's it, slut," Kim Shik grunted. God, he had missed having a woman as a sex toy. "Take this fucking cock."

He shoved my head back and then down again.

"Gllg!" I gagged, "Gllg... gllg... gllg.. gllgg!"

Up and down he forced my mouth to take his cock over and over again! It was fucking amazing!!! This was what I had always wanted!!

He gripped onto my black hair, almost threatening to pull it out as he ruthlessly fucked my throat with his monster cock.

In a matter of seconds, spit started to drool down my chin and against my tits before dropping to the ground.

I was constantly gagging and moaning around his dick as he just took me.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Kim Shik moaned. He had forgotten how good a hot mouth felt. "Take it, you fucking whore!!"

My boyfriend was just outside, completely unaware that his own father was ruthlessly fucking his girlfriend's mouth like it was a flesh light.

Then, Kim Shik pulled my head down harder than ever. I felt his head hit my throat, and it tried to stop, but he kept pulling me.

"Swallow!" He grunted.

I just obeyed and swallowed, which allowed my throat to open, and another inch of his cock sunk down.

"GLLLLLLGGGGGG!!" I let out one long, loud gag as my throat gripped around his cock.

A constant stream of spit was pouring down my chin. My eyes were bulged and bloodshot as tears streamed down my cheeks.

Kim Shik held me down like that, air completely cut off as he filled my throat. I looked up at him with my tear filled eyes. I tried to breathe, but that would just make me gag around his cock and make my cheeks cave in.

"Keep holding it!" He growled.

My face started to turn red as I ran out of oxygen. I tried to instinctively pull back, but he tightened his grip and held me down.

Somehow, not even his entire cock was down my throat! There was still an inch or two left!!

"Gllllgggg!" I gagged and moaned as my lungs emptied.

I kept trying to pull back, but he wouldn't let up.

In my state of panic my hands slapped at his thighs, and finally Kim Shik let go of me. My head pulled back, and I felt every inch of his cock slide out of my throat. When his head pulled back a gallon of spit poured down my chin, and I gasped for air.

"Oh my god.... Ahhh." I panted.

My lungs were burning, and I was struggling to catch my breath. My face felt wet with tears and spit.

"Was that too rough?" Kim Shik asked me, and from his tone I could tell he was genuinely concerned.

After years of taming down his dominant sexual animal only to release it on a young girl, now Kim Shik was worried he took it too far.

I ran the back of my hand across my spit covered mouth and chin and looked up at him.

"Not at all... Daddy." I panted.

The smile on his face when I said that could've made me cum. I didn't wait for him to force his cock back into my mouth because I lunged for it.

"Mmmmm!" I moaned as I sloppily bobbed up and down like some porn star.

I slurped, spat, licked and sucked his cock like some cheap whore.

My right hand pulled my bikini bottoms to one side, and I sunk two fingers deep into my drenched pussy.

"Mmmmm!!" I moaned as I sucked his dick and fingered myself on the floor.

My mouth worked his cock like my life depended on it while I finger fucked myself for him. I loved fingering myself, but I was furiously plunging my fingers in and out on the kitchen floor.

"You fucking whore!" Kim Shik moaned. "Fuck!"

"Mmmmm!!" I kept moaning.

I pulled back to spit on his cock and then wrapped my lips around his meat again. I felt drenched in my own spit as it leaked down my chin and onto my tits in thick, white strands.

Kim Shik started to moan louder and louder, and his cock throbbed in my mouth. I was sure he was on the brink of cumming when he grabbed my head and pushed me back so hard I fell.

"Not yet," He grunted and pulled his shorts up, taking away my new favourite toy. "Get your ass back outside."

He went first, leaving me panting on the floor and covered in spit. I wanted to just finger myself to an orgasm right there, but I was going to follow every one of his orders.

I used the sink to wash my face and fingers before putting my bikini back into place and headed outside.

"Where have you been?" Minjoon asked me when I returned.

"Just the bathroom," I told him, and Kim Shik flashed me a wink. God, I wanted him. "You okay?"

"You and dad are acting weird." Minjoon grumbled.

"Don't worry about it." I told him and laid down.

I wish I could tell you that I felt guilty for the fact that I had just cheated on my boyfriend with his own dad. But I didn't. All I wanted was to have his dad fuck me.

Not long later, Kim Shik was lying down on a sunbed when he looked up.

"Tzuyu, will you put some sunscreen on me?" He shouted over.

"Dad!" Minjoon shouted. "That's not okay."

"Don't be so silly," I told Minjoon. "Of course I'll help."

Minjoon sighed as I walked over to his dad who laid on his stomach. I smirked to myself as I straddled his back, knowing full well that he could feel my hot, wet pussy against his back.

I poured the sunscreen onto Kim Shik's firm, hairy back and started to rub it in. Occasionally when I looked over, I could see how unhappy Minjoon was. I don't know why, but that turned me on more!

My small, soft hands ran all over Kim Shik's back, rubbing in the sunscreen and practically massaging this amazing man.

I pressed them into his shoulder blades, then his sides, feeling every inch of his back.

"Think you're ready for your front." I told him.

Kim Shik began to turn onto his back when Minjoon argued.

"No!" He shouted. "Dad, you can do that yourself."

"Minjoon, don't be such a baby." I told him, and he immediately backed down.

Now, I was straddled onto Kim Shik, and I could feel his hard cock pressed against my pussy with just our swimming costumes in the way. I was smiling at Kim Shik as I poured sunscreen onto his hairy chest.

My hand pressed onto him and began to spread it around. His muscles were so firm, I was heating up and completely forgot that my boyfriend was right there.

When my hands rubbed against his abs, my pussy twitched. Before I knew it, I was gently grinding myself against his hard cock.

Then, Kim Shik's hands landed on my smooth, firm thighs as I gently rocked back and forth.

"What is going on here?" Minjoon asked in a weak, pathetic tone.

"Be quiet." I panted.

I was rubbing his hairy chest. The sunscreen was well rubbed in now, but I wasn't stopping. I wanted Kim Shik, and he wanted me.

My pussy pressed down harder onto his throbbing cock as I stroked his entire length with it.

"Oh god." I panted.

"Tzuyu!" Minjoon gasped, but there was no hiding what was going on now.

"Minjoon!" Kim Shik shouted. "Shut up!"

Kim Shik gripped my thighs and started to push and pull me, stroking his cock with my body as I panted and my breathing got heavier.

"But... but..." Minjoon whispered.

He was sat there, watching his hot girlfriend grinding her pussy on his dad's hard cock, and he couldn't stop it.

He could just see my firm ass clench and relax as I pressed my clit harder against his dad.

"She's my girlfriend." Minjoon whispered weakly.

Kim Shik's firm grip pushed me further down his waist. Before I knew it, he grabbed his swimming shorts, pulled them down and his big, hard cock bounced free.

"Dad!" Minjoon shouted.

"Oh god!" I moaned. "I need it!"

My sunscreen covered hands grabbed his cock. Both of them wrapped around his meat and worked it up and down as he throbbed in my palms.

"Tzuyu... stop... please..." Minjoon pleaded.

I looked down at Kim Shik's glistening cock as both of my hands stroked him up and down.

"I'm sorry, Minjoon," I whispered but didn't stop looking at his dad's cock. "But I need a real man... and a real cock."

"What?" Minjoon whispered.

He was watching his girlfriend wanking his dad's cock, and he wasn't even stopping it.

"Show him what you were just doing in the kitchen." Kim Shik told me.

I knew it was humiliating Minjoon, but I didn't care. I was Kim Shik's to control.

With a flick of my head my black hair went backwards. Both of my hands held his cock upright, and I let a string of spit fall from my lips and land on his head.

"Tzuyu... don't." Minjoon whispered.

I didn't look or speak to him. I was sat up and bent my body over and wrapped my lips around Kim Shik's thick, hard cock.

"Ooohhh, good slut!" Kim Shik moaned.

"Mmmm!" I moaned as I did my best to suck his cock at this awkward angle.

My warm, wet tongue swirled around his thick head as my lips moved up and down his shaft. My hands kept stroking the parts that my mouth couldn't reach.

"That's it," Kim Shik grunted. "Show my son how a slut sucks a real cock."

"Mmmm!" I moaned again.

Minjoon was silent as he watched me taking his dad. For five minutes I serviced his cock until he grabbed me and pulled me up.

Once again, I was straddling Kim Shik with just my bikini blocking his cock to my pussy that pressed down on him.

Kim Shik grabbed my bikini top and yanked it free, so my big tits were free.

"Dad..." Minjoon whispered.

"I'm.... sorry..." I moaned as his dad was grabbing my body all over.

My tits pressed against Kim Shik's chest as I leaned down to kiss him. My tongue was inside Kim Shik's mouth, running against his own as he grabbed my back and then moved down to grab my arse cheeks.

"Mmm! Mmmm! Daddy!" I moaned into his mouth.

"Tzuyu..." Minjoon whispered again.

I was grinding up and down Kim Shik's bare cock as we made out, and he grabbed and spanked my arse.

I was moaning and panting into Kim Shik's mouth, but god, I was desperate for him.

"Right," Kim Shik said and spanked me again. "Let's go upstairs."

"What?" Minjoon asked.

Kim Shik threw me off him, and we both stood up. Minjoon stood up as if he was going to put his foot down until we all noticed the tent in his trousers! I couldn't stop myself from bursting into laughter.

"Jesus Christ, Minjoon," I laughed. "I don't think I've ever seen you that hard!"

Kim Shik laughed as well, and although Minjoon was bright red, he actually let out a weak moan.

Kim Shik's firm hand slapped and grabbed my arse cheek and pulled me close to his body.

"It's okay, son," Kim Shik said. "You can watch me fuck your girlfriend if you want."

"I'm sorry Minjoon," I told him genuinely. "But I need a real fucking. But yeah, feel free to watch. Maybe you can get some tips."

"He wishes." Kim Shik laughed.

My arms were around Kim Shik as we headed inside, neither of us caring to see if Minjoon was following. It was only when we got into Kim Shik's bedroom did we realise Minjoon was still with us as he closed the door.

"You can sit there," Kim Shik told him and pointed to an arm chair in the corner, and then he looked back at me. "Take off the last of your bikini."

"Yes, Daddy." I replied.

I pulled the string at the side of my bikini bottoms and let them drop to the floor, so both Kim Shik and I were naked. Kim Shik grabbed me, pulled my naked body against his and pushed his tongue into my mouth again.

I wondered what Minjoon was thinking as he watched his small, thin, hot girlfriend making out with his giant, muscular dad.

Kim Shik was grabbing my arse, pulling my cheeks apart, and I reached down to grip his cock and stroke him.

He threw me onto the bed, and I landed on my back. My legs instinctively spread open for him, giving Kim Shik his first look at my smooth, tight pussy.

As Kim Shik knelt onto the bed between my legs, he looked up at me.

"It's been a while since I've tasted a delicious pussy." He whispered.

When his tongue first made contact with my throbbing clit, my entire body tensed up and my chest heaved into the air.

"Fuuuck yes!" I moaned.

My fingers grabbed onto his head as his tongue flicked my clit over and over.

"Oh my god!! Minjoon! Minjoon!" I shouted. "It feels so fucking good!!"

Kim Shik was a master of going down on a woman. Every flick of his tongue was perfection! He would suck my smooth lips into his mouth and massage them before sliding the base of his tongue against my clit.

My moaning grew louder and louder until I was a desperate, slutty mess!

"Fuck me!" I shouted. "Oooh fuck, please fuck me!!"

Kim Shik looked up, and his lips were wet with my juices, and he smiled. He started to kiss and lick his way up my firm body. When his lips wrapped around my tits and his teeth bit down on my nipple, I grunted loudly.

His big, swinging cock tapped at my pussy.

"You're not wearing a condom." Minjoon whispered.

Kim Shik thrust his tongue into my mouth, and I wrapped my legs around him. Neither of us cared to answer Minjoon as we made out like two passionate lovers.

The head of Kim Shik's cock teased my desperate hole.

"Please..." I moaned, "Please... put it in me."

Kim Shik licked my neck, and then I felt his teeth bite down hard. I knew he was leaving a love bite to mark me as his slut, and I loved it!

"Just... don't cum inside her." Minjoon whispered. Once again, we ignored him.

As soon as I felt his head pushing past my wet folds, I could tell how much thicker he was than my boyfriend. It felt like I was losing my virginity again.

"Ooooohhh!" I gasped for air as my pussy stretched around Kim Shik's cock, and he delved inside of me.

He felt so unnaturally big that my pussy literally gripped around his shaft as inch after inch went deeper and deeper.

"Da... Daadddy." I moaned.

When I felt his body press against mine and I knew he was balls deep inside of me, I gasped for breath. I knew I could never go back to Minjoon's dick and feel any sort of satisfaction. Kim Shik had changed me and my pussy. This was what sex was supposed to feel like.

I gripped onto his back, and my nails dug into his skin as my legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

"FUUUCKKING HELL!!" I shouted. "YOU'RE SO FUCKING BIG!!"

Kim Shik's hips pulled back and thrusted deep into me again, forcing the air from my lungs as I gasped.

"Such a tight cunt," Kim Shik grunted. "Has Minjoon even been inside you before?"

"He... might as well... not have." I gasped through heavy breaths.

Minjoon was gasping and moaning in the corner, but I didn't care. All that mattered was Kim Shik's big cock.

Kim Shik was doing long, slow thrusts. I knew he was trying to build up my pussy to take him, but I needed him now!! My hands moved down his back, and my nails dug into his firm arse cheeks.

"FUCK ME!!" I shouted and actually slapped his arse. "Fuck me now!"

"You asked for it, fucking whore." Kim Shik grunted.

"Dad..." Minjoon gasped.

But then Kim Shik pulled out his entire cock and shoved it deep inside of me.

"Yeeess!" I grunted.

I grabbed onto Kim Shik for dear life as he started to pound into my body like a rabid animal! My nails clawed at his back. I knew it was hurting him, but that just made him fuck me harder.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me!" I shouted.

He shoved his tongue into my mouth and aggressively made out with me as he battered my cunt.

"Mmm! Mmmm! I moaned into our sloppy kiss.

I wanted to be a whore for Kim Shik, the best whore he could imagine! He had given me exactly what I wanted.

I grabbed his head and pushed him back slightly.

"Spit in my mouth." I moaned and heard Minjoon gasp. He had no idea what a depraved slut his girlfriend was.

"You filthy slut." Kim Shik laughed.

I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue just in time for Kim Shik to spit directly into it. I gulped down his spit.

"Mmm, thank you, Daddy." I moaned.

He was driving his thick, long cock in and out of my pussy. With every thrust I was being forced into the bed. I was moaning like a fucking whore and loving every second of it!

"Oooh! Oooh! Oooh fuck, Daddy yess!!" I screamed as my pussy gripped around his cock. I was about to cum from sex for the first time in my life. "FUUCKK DADDY, I'M CUMMING!!!"

I screamed at the top of my lungs so hard it hurt my throat as my cunt gushed around his big, thick, hard cock.

"Keep cumming, you whore!!" Kim Shik roared.

His fingers gripped around my throat and held me down onto the bed as he fucked me through the biggest orgasm of my life.

"YEEESS DADDY!!" I moaned through his choking.

My legs went limp and flopped to the sides as Kim Shik's throbbing cock battered my ruined pussy.

"Turn around, whore." He grunted.

As soon as his cock left my aching cunt, I missed it. Then he grabbed my hips and forced me onto my hands and knees. He purposefully had me facing Minjoon, so I could look him in the eye as his own father destroyed my tight hole.

Kim Shik slapped my ass so hard I knew it would leave a mark, and then he grabbed my hips and forced his entire cock, balls deep inside of me.

"Ooooh fuck!" I moaned as my insides got rearranged by Kim Shik. "He's so big!" I moaned and looked into Minjoon's eyes.

He looked a mixture of excitement and sadness seeing his sweet, innocent girlfriend turn into a desperate whore in front of him. But the tent in his shorts made me know that he was enjoying it.

My head hung down as Kim Shik hammered in and out of me. His body slapped against mine every time, and my firm ass bounced against him.

Then Kim Shik grabbed my hair and yanked my head up.

"Tell Minjoon how you like it?" Kim Shik growled at me and made me look at his son and my boyfriend.

"I looove it!" I moaned. "Oooh Minjoon, he's so much... so much bigger than you! So much better!"

Minjoon's small, smooth chest was heaving up and down as he watched his girlfriend get ruined before his eyes.

Another sick thought came to my head. Apparently I liked humiliating my boyfriend, and so did he.

"Come... mmmfff fuck!" I moaned as Kim Shik drilled my cunt. "Come show me that little cock!"

"You sick bitch." Kim Shik laughed and slapped my ass.

Minjoon was hesitant and didn't move.

"Now!" I shouted at him.

Kim Shik eased up on his harsh fucking, so I wasn't bouncing as much while Minjoon walked towards me. He stood at the end of the bed, but he was too nervous to get out his little, thin cock. Fucking pussy.

I grabbed his shorts and yanked them down, revealing his hard cock.

"Fucking hell, Minjoon," Kim Shik laughed.

"I know!" I laughed as well and grabbed Minjoon's cock. Having now felt Kim Shik's meat, Minjoon's felt like nothing. "How did I go so long with this little thing!"

Kim Shik was slowly fucking me, which meant I could feel every inch of his thick cock sliding in and out of me. My pussy was clenching around him, coating his shaft in my juices.

My fingers wrapped around Minjoon's dick easily, and I stroked it.

"Oooohh!" Minjoon moaned and twitched in my hand.

"This is all you deserve," I moaned to him. "You can get my hand while a real cock uses my cunt!"

Kim Shik sped up fucking me, and it made my tits bounce underneath me as my pussy now loosened up and took him with ease.

My right hand was stroking up and down my boyfriend's little cock as he leaked all over it and moaned.

"I'm... ooh fuck, Minjoon!" I moaned. "I can't go back to this... mmm fuucckk! I'm gonna need your dad's cock from now on!"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

Kim Shik battered my arse cheeks with his hands as he fucked me harder and harder.

"I hope you understand," I moaned. "I... I'll still be your girlfriend... but only your dad can fuck me from now on!"

He was twitching in my hand and moaning louder. Kim Shik was laughing as his body slapped against mine.

I started to bounce back on Kim Shik, stroking his cock with my cunt as I moaned and panted.

"You're... oooh fuck, Daddy!!" I shouted. "You're just... so fucking small!!"

"Oooohh Tzuyu!!" Minjoon squealed as his little cock started to shoot cum all over my face.

"Fucking hell!" Kim Shik laughed. "That was fast!"

Although I was surprised by taking a facial off my pathetic boyfriend, I kept stroking him throughout. It was the least I could do since I was fucking his dad.

Minjoon kept erupting over my face, and it dripped down onto the bed as I stroked his little pecker and used his cum as lube to jerk him faster.

"Sit down, son. You're all done here." Kim Shik told him.

I gave Minjoon's cock that was already going soft a little tap, more of a slap, and laughed. Humiliated, Minjoon went and sat down again in the corner.

Kim Shik grabbed my hair and pulled my head up.

"Right then," Kim Shik grunted, and then he shoved my head down so it pressed against the bed while my arse stayed stuck in the air. "Time to claim this cunt!"

I honestly couldn't believe how fucking hard he was battering my pussy with his cock.

It was like a man possessed, hell bent on ruining my young, tight cunt. His entire body hammered into me. I was making noises I never knew I could. I screamed with pleasure at the top of my lungs.

Before long I felt coated in my own sweat as I became a piece of meat for Kim Shik to fuck.

"Fuuck!" Kim Shik groaned. "Get ready for my cum!!"

My pussy tightened around his thick cock as he slid it in and out.

"No!" Minjoon protested. "Don't cum in her! She's not on the pill!"

SPANK!

Kim Shik pulled my head up slightly by my hair.

"Whore, what do you say?" He asked me.

I managed to turn my head enough to look at Minjoon while I felt Kim Shik's throbbing cock pulsate inside of me. I knew no matter what, I was going to get my unprotected pussy bathed in his seed, but I wanted Minjoon to know that I wanted it.

"Cum inside me!" I moaned, and Minjoon gasped. "Fill my unprotected, teen cunt with your thick, hot cum!"

He fucked me harder and harder, and the sound of my wet pussy being slapped by his cock filled the room as Minjoon whispered to himself, begging his dad not to do it.

"Cum inside me, Daddy!" I moaned. "Please fill your whore with cum! Drain your balls inside me!! Fuuck Daddy, cum inside my fucking cunt!!"

"Fuuuuuucckkkkk!!" Kim Shik roared at the top of his lungs as his cock expanded, stretching me even wider, and then I felt it.

The first time in my life... a stream of hot, baby making cum landed inside my cunt.

"YEEESSS DADDY!!" I screamed as another orgasm was forced through my body.

Kim Shik and I were cumming together as his seed unloaded deep inside of me, heading straight for my womb.

Minjoon just sat there and watched as his dad was breeding me. I could feel Minjoon's cum on my face while his dad unleashed his cum inside my unprotected cunt.

I clenched my cunt around Kim Shik. I wanted to milk every drop of cum from his balls inside of me.

Both of us were panting and gasping for breath as our orgasms slowly died down.

"Oh my god... oh my god..." I panted.

I pulled sweaty strands of hair from my face and looked up at my boyfriend. Kim Shik slapped my ass and pulled out of me.

I remained on my hands and knees while I felt his cum leak out of my cunt and drain down my thighs.

"Son," Kim Shik called out, "Come look at what I've done to your girlfriend."

Like the weak person he was, Minjoon walked behind me. I could feel my pussy spasming as Minjoon observed the gallon of cum leaking from it.

"What if she gets pregnant?" Minjoon whispered.

Another sick thought came to my head.

I rolled onto my back and spread my legs.

Guess you will have to try and stop that." I told him and laughed.

Minjoon looked at me and then his dad, who was also laughing.

"H-how?" Minjoon asked.

"Well," I told him and spread my legs wider as my fingers rolled around my pussy lips and got coated in Kim Shik's cum, "Although he came so much and so deep in me that he probably will get me pregnant, you could try and stop it... by eating my creampied cunt."

"What?!" Minjoon gasped. "No... I can't."

"Mmm come on, baby," I moaned and started to finger my battered, swollen pussy with Kim Shik's cum. "You don't want your dad to get your girlfriend pregnant, do you?"

"N-no..." He whispered.

I fingered myself a little faster, pushing the cum back inside of me while my boyfriend watched.

"Come on, Minjoon," I moaned. "His cum is staying in me... only one way for you to try and stop it."

"Go on, son," Kim Shik laughed and put a hand on Minjoon's back. "See if you can stop your Dad from breeding your girlfriend."

Minjoon looked at me, his dad, and then my pussy.

"You won't cum inside her again?" Minjoon asked.

"No promises." Kim Shik laughed.

My heart beat faster when I saw Minjoon lowering himself. He was actually about to eat my pussy that was filled with his own dad's cum!!

"Mmmm, good boy," I moaned as he got closer. "Get all of that cum out of me. Stop me from getting pregnant by another man."

He was too embarrassed to speak, but his tongue found my battered hole.

"Ooooh Minjoon!" I moaned. "That's it! Eat my creampie!"

To my own surprise, Minjoon ate my pussy with more passion than ever before! I was sure he loved the taste of his own dad's cum. He looked so pathetic, eating all of the cum from me for ten minutes while me and Kim Shik laughed at him.

"Right, that's enough," Kim Shik said. "Tzuyu, I'll let you know the next time you can take my cock."

I stood up and kissed Kim Shik.

"Thanks, Daddy," and then I grabbed Minjoon's hand. "Come on, babe. I'm knackered after that."

Minjoon was either too stunned or ashamed to say anything, but we went back to his room together, where I practically passed out after that fucking.

After Cuckolding

When I woke up, Minjoon was already awake with a blank look on his face.

"Mmm, morning babe," I said. I went to sit up, but between my legs ached. "Damn, your dad really battered me, didn't he?"

"Tzuyu," Minjoon whispered, "How did that happen?"

"What?" I asked. "Me and your dad? Look babe, I need a dominant man to really fuck me properly."

"I can do that." Minjoon told me.

"Oh honey, it's cute that you think that," I said and held his hand, "But you can't. You're just not man enough to do it. But your dad is."

He kept looking at my eyes, and I leaned in and kissed his cheek.

"You're amazing in other ways," I reassured him. "You're a great boyfriend. You're kind, caring and loving. You just can't fuck me how I need to be fucked. It's not serious. It's just sex."

"So... you're going to keep doing it?" He asked.

"Yes," I answered honestly. "I can't go back to... that," I said and pointed at his crotch. "Like I said, you can still be my boyfriend and we will be a happy couple, but I'm going to keep fucking your dad whenever he wants me."

I could see the cogs turning behind his eyes. I wasn't even that surprised that he wasn't objecting. This was just who Minjoon was.

"He can't keep cumming inside you." Minjoon told me.

"That's up to him really." I said with a smile.

"Tzuyu, what if you get pregnant?" He weakly argued.

"Look, I'm your dad's to use. If he wants to knock me up, then that's up to him," I said. "If you want to keep trying to stop it by eating his cum out of me, then I won't stop you. I'm willing to do that for you."

He looked ashamed and embarrassed that he had actually gone down on me after his dad came inside me.

"Is it true... that I can only have your hand from now on?" He asked me.

"Yeah," I answered. Even if Kim Shik didn't make me, I wouldn't want to have sex with Minjoon again. "After your dad ruined my pussy, now your cock will do nothing for me. But I'll wank you off every now and again."

It was a ridiculous offer, but Minjoon agreed obviously.

For a while Kim Shik and I would only have sex while Minjoon was there to watch. But after a while we couldn't wait for Minjoon. Kim Shik would start texting me to come over where I'd suck his dick, and then he started fucking me without Minjoon there.

Sometimes Minjoon only found out that his dad had fucked me when he ate my pussy and tasted his dad's cum.

I jerked Minjoon's cock at least once a week, normally while degrading him, and he really loved that.

80% of the time Minjoon and I were like a normal, happy couple that were in love. But when his father was there, I was Kim Shik's whore. It might be weird, but it worked for us.

What next?

Which led us to the start of this story. Cum was leaking out of my pussy as I had been riding Kim Shik's cock for nearly an hour, screaming my head off as my cuckold boyfriend listened from downstairs.

I was sweating and panting as I laid next to Kim Shik.

"I fucking love your cock." I moaned.

"Oh, I know," Kim Shik said with a smile. "I think it's time to start with the next plan."

"Really?" I asked and rolled over to look at him.

"Yeah, I already bought it. It's in the cupboard." He told me.

I got up, excited as I pulled out the new toy.

"Do you really think he'd go for it?" I asked as I held the object in my hands.

"He's already eaten god knows how much of my cum from your pussy," Kim Shik said to me. "This won't be hard to get him to agree to."

I tried out the toy, tying the straps to me and then held the thick dildo in my hands. It was my first strap on.

"So, you want to make my cuckold boyfriend into a faggot as well?" I asked and laughed.

"Oh yeah," Kim Shik said. "His cock is pretty useless, but at least his ass could be made to work."

I thought about fucking Minjoon with the strap on, and the idea made my cum filled pussy ready for another round.

In a minute I was bent over as Kim Shik fucked me from behind.

"FUCK ME DADDY!! FUCK YOUR WHORE'S CUNT!!! OOOH FUCK, DADDY, BREED ME AGAIN!!" I screamed, and I knew Minjoon was downstairs, stroking his little cock to the sounds.

As a member of Twice, the global K-pop sensation, she rarely had moments like this—alone, uninterrupted, free from the prying eyes of fans, managers, and the relentless spotlight. But today, with a rare day off from schedules, she craved the burn of exertion, the way it made her body come alive in ways that nothing else could quite match.

She was dressed for the occasion, her outfit clinging to every curve like a second skin. The tight black leggings hugged her long, fair legs from ankle to hip, the fabric so thin and stretchy that it outlined the firm muscles of her thighs and calves with obscene precision. They rode high on her waist, cinching in to accentuate the dip of her narrow hips and the flare of her ass—round, tight, and perky, the kind that jiggled just enough with each step to draw stares. Up top, a matching sports bra strained against her chest, the material soft yet unyielding, cupping her perky boobs perfectly.

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the sterile white light of the studio felt cruel, magnifying the layer of sweat that clung to your skin and the sudden, jarring silence that followed the music’s abrupt cut.

you were supposed to be airborne on the final count of the transition into the chorus. a complex, sharp movement known internally as the ‘switchblade flick.’ but instead of the sharp snap of your head and the controlled weight shift into the lunge, you had faltered. your left foot snagged on the polished floor, your momentum evaporated, and the resulting sight was not a powerhouse idol-in-training, but a clumsy tangle of limbs.

the sound of your heavy breathing filled the massive room, echoing off the mirrored wall that showed you, truthfully and devastatingly, sprawled on the floor.

you didn’t fight the gravity pulling you down. you let out a sound somewhere between a groan and a sob of sheer exasperation and collapsed fully, dropping your forehead to the cool, sticky floor. your hands flew up, covering your eyes, desperately trying to block out the harsh reflection of your failure.

again. three hours. you had been drilling this four-second sequence since 1:00 pm, and for the tenth time this hour, you had missed the minute, almost undetectable weight shift required to balance the momentum. it wasn’t a complex move; it was a fundamental one. and you failed it every single time the tempo reached performance speed.

the air in the studio was thick with the scent of recycled air conditioning, old disinfectant, and the sharp, metallic tang of exertion. you could feel the heat radiating off your own body, making the damp clothes cling uncomfortably.

you squeezed your eyes shut. this level of frustration wasn’t just about the move; it was about the crushing weight of expectation, the endless hours, and the sickening realization that maybe, despite all the effort, you just weren’t cutting it. maybe this small, constant error was a sign—a critical flaw in the foundation.

a shadow fell over you, cutting the glare of the ceiling lights.

you knew who it was without looking. the quiet, disciplined presence, the slightly heavy exhale that wasn’t a sigh of exhaustion, but of focused impatience.

momo.

she didn’t immediately speak. she simply dropped her own weight down, not gently, but with the trained, efficient precision of someone whose body understood the physics of the floor. her knees hit the ground beside your hip.

you felt a slight breeze as she shifted, and then the quiet scrape of her microfiber towel being placed near your head.

“y/n,” she said, her voice low, a little husky from coaching and singing along, but perfectly level. it was the sound of a mentor trying very hard to remain professional when faced with a trainee actively dissolving into a puddle of self-pity.

you kept your face hidden. the shame was too intense.

“don’t do that,” she instructed, and though the tone was soft, it carried the undeniable weight of seniority. “you’re pouring effort into hiding your eyes while you should be pouring effort into standing back up.”

when you didn’t move, a cool, firm finger hooked gently under your wrist. it was a gentle tug, but impossible to ignore.

“hands down. look at me. now.”

slowly, reluctantly, you pulled your hands away, blinking rapidly at the sudden brightness. momo was kneeling right beside you, her own face flushed pink from the hours of dancing, but otherwise composed. her usually cheerful eyes held a distinct spark of annoyance now, not aimed at you as a person, but at the waste of time this cycle of error and despair represented.

she wasn’t wearing her performance stage makeup, just a thin layer of setting powder, but she still looked impossibly sharp, like a sword polished and ready for battle.

“let’s talk about the mistake,” momo said, leaning in just enough so that you didn’t have to raise your voice to hear her. “no, wait. let’s talk about the reaction to the mistake.”

she took a long sip from her water bottle, the slight gurgle the loudest noise in the studio.

“fourth time since 4:00 pm you have collapsed like you just finished a marathon, when you have done seven seconds of work,” she stated plainly. “do you know what that tells me?”

you swallowed, your throat dry and tight. “that i’m useless.”

momo clicked her tongue, a sound of disapproval. “no. it tells me that you are letting the failure dictate your outcome, instead of letting the music dictate your intention.”

she reached out and placed her palm flat on your upper arm, her touch solid and anchoring. her expression softened, pulling back from the edge of professional frustration into something warmer, sweeter, but still deeply serious.

“y/n, love, this is the most important lesson you will learn here,” she began, dropping her voice another notch. “the ‘switchblade flick.’ we both know you have the talent for that. your execution is fine when the track is slowed to half speed. your body understands the mechanics of the pivot, the timing of the visual snap. you know how to do it in your sleep.”

you closed your eyes again, nodding miserably. “i know, unnie. but when the tempo goes up, when i have to think about the vocal placement right after, the pressure... it just breaks me. i tense up.”

“exactly. the pressure breaks you,” she confirmed. “and why? because you are training for perfection. you are not training for resilience.”

she shifted her weight, settling more comfortably onto her heels. the floor was likely hurting her knees, but she showed no sign of discomfort.

“when i started, i would obsess over these tiny, minor things,” she admitted, bringing her perspective into the conversation—a rare and treasured gift. “i’d spend an hour on one movement of the foot. i thought if i got it 100% perfect in practice, the performance would be perfect, too. but the truth is, the pressure of the stage, the sudden heat, the nervousness—that is going to pull your perfect execution down to 80% every time.”

she paused, making sure you absorbed the gravity of her words.

“you are repeating a small, technical error. a micro-adjustment in your weight distribution. that’s annoying. that needs fixing. but your reaction—the collapse, the hiding—that is a critical, foundational error in your mental approach. that is the thing that will cost you your debut.”

the words, though kind in their delivery, landed like a punch to the stomach. cost you your debut. that was the real stakes.

“unnie, i’m trying,” you whispered, the exhaustion threatening to spill over into tears. “i’ve run the sequence dozens of times. i’m thinking about the pivot, the momentum, the snap. i feel like i am failing the company, failing you, because i can’t get this tiny part of the rhythm right.”

momo reached out and took the towel, gently wiping the heavy sheen of sweat from your forehead and the dark hair plastered to your temples. she was all instinctual care now, the mentor softening the hard truth with physical comfort.

“you are not failing anyone but yourself when you let a single mistake sideline you for ten minutes,” she countered, her voice now a low, intense rumble. “listen to me, y/n. you are making the mistake precisely because you are trying to be perfect. you are tightening your shoulders, you are holding your breath, and you are overthinking the simple shift, waiting for the error to happen, instead of trusting the hundreds of hours of muscle memory we have built.”

she scooted forward slightly, resting her hands on your knees.

“this career—this life—is not about whether you can hit the move when you are fresh and the studio is quiet. it is about whether you can hit the move when you are gasping for air, when your joints ache, when the cameras are staring, and when you have just missed the previous cue. it’s about being flawless under fire. and you can’t get that if you crash and burn every time the fire starts.”

you felt a burning surge of shame and renewed determination. she was right. the technical error was fixable. the mental fragility was the real threat.

“so, what do i do?” you asked, pushing the words out with effort. “i try it again, and if i fail, i fail again. the cycle doesn’t break.”

momo tilted her head, a thoughtful look in her eyes. “you break the goal. you are focused on the finish line of the entire song. we are going to focus on the next millimeter.”

she stood up, pulling you gently with her until you were both standing, though your legs felt wobbly. she walked over to the sound system and rewound the track to the transition before the switchblade flick.

“we are not practicing the choreography now, y/n,” she declared, her eyes serious, almost cold in their focus. “we are practicing your recovery. that is the true measure of an idol. you cannot debut if you are a porcelain doll that shatters at the first tremor.”

you straightened your posture, taking a deep, shaky breath. the cool air entering your lungs felt like a shock.

“the mistake is happening because your internal rhythm is shifting right before the pivot. you are delaying the rotation by a microsecond because you are already anticipating the difficulty. you need to keep the tempo in your core, not in your head.”

momo didn’t offer to dance with you this time. she stood to the side, her arms crossed, monitoring you like a drill sergeant.

“we are going to do this sequence twenty times. not twenty full run-throughs. just the three counts into the flick, and the landing after. twenty times, back-to-back, with no break. i don’t care if you execute the move perfectly. i care about how fast you reset when you fail. if you stumble on attempt five, attempt six begins one second later. no collapse. no hiding. no drama. just instant reset.”

the prospect felt daunting. your muscles were already screaming, but you knew there was no arguing with her. this was the discipline of the highest level, the kind of commitment that separated the stars from the hopefuls. momo wasn’t just drilling a dance; she was forging resilience.

“and if you get frustrated,” she added, her voice dropping into a warning tone, “don’t let me see it on your face. you get frustrated, you push that feeling down, and you express it through the sharpness of your next movement. that is the necessary compartmentalization of this life. you can cry later, when the schedule is clear, or you can use the anger on stage. you never waste the precious seconds of practice time on self-pity.”

you nodded, the severity of her instructions cutting through the haze of your self-doubt.

“gomawo, unnie,” you managed, the respect heavy in your voice.

momo’s face finally softened into a quick, genuine smile—the one that always reminded you she was a human being who cared deeply, not just a precision machine.

“don’t thank me, y/n. thank me when you nail the performance. now, eyes up. shoulders down. breathe. respect the opportunity you have earned and show me you are worth the investment.”

she stepped back towards the soundboard, her hand hovering over the play button.

“music on three.”

you stood center stage, the studio suddenly silent again. your heart hammered against your ribs, but this time, it wasn’t fear; it was adrenaline mixed with acute focus. you could feel the heat beginning to rise again, but you didn’t focus on the discomfort. you focused on the solid ground beneath your feet, and the sharp, bright energy radiating from your mentor.

the truth was, this was precisely why you treasured momo. she never coddled the weaknesses; she targeted the necessary strength. she addressed the small, annoying mistake, but she demanded the fix of the large, career-ending collapse.

boom.

boom.

she pressed the button on the third count. the aggressive, pulsing bass track of the evaluation song filled the room, demanding immediate movement.

you inhaled sharply, focused on the first three counts, forcing your shoulders to relax, forcing the tempo from your core.

one. two. three.

the transition began. your body moved, the muscle memory firing. you approached the “switchblade flick,” the moment of truth. you felt the slight hesitation begin to creep in, the mental block trying to seize your balance.

but this time, instead of tightening, you drove the energy down, trusting the rotation, allowing the momentum to carry you through the pivot. your foot landed slightly heavy, not perfect, but solid. you didn’t fall. you didn’t stop.

momo didn’t praise. she simply hit the stop button, the silence returning instantly.

“again,” she commanded, already hitting rewind. “faster reset this time. your landing was solid, but the recovery was slow. move!”

the music started immediately. you shook off the previous attempt, focusing solely on the next three counts. this was the test. twenty times. no hesitation. no shame. just the endless, grinding work of turning potential into unbreakable execution.

you drove your body forward, the sweat beginning to sting your eyes, the music your only master. the mistake was still there—a wobble on the eleventh attempt—but the collapse wasn’t. the moment your foot faltered, you were already resetting, pushing the error out, and driving into the next count, fueled by the serious, unwavering support of the woman watching you, demanding nothing less than your absolute, resilient best.

the eleventh reset starts wrong.

your right foot lands a fraction too early, the rhythm slipping through your fingers before you even realize it. there’s no spectacular fall this time, no stumble dramatic enough to warrant stopping — just a jarring offness, a tiny fracture in the clean geometry momo demands from you.

but you hear it. she hears it. the music cuts off.

the silence that follows is brutal.

momo’s finger stays on the pause button for a moment too long, her knuckles white, her breathing barely audible above the low hum of the speakers. then she exhales, a sound halfway between disbelief and disappointment.

“what was that.”

it isn’t even a question — more like a verdict delivered before trial.

you swallow, mouth dry. “i—”

“no,” she snaps, voice slicing through the air. “don’t speak yet. think. what just happened?”

the words are calm, but there’s an edge beneath them, a restrained fury that feels sharper than if she’d yelled. she walks toward you slowly, each step measured, the sound of her sneakers against the floor impossibly loud in the suffocating quiet.

your chest tightens. “i lost the timing,” you manage to whisper.

“you lost the timing,” she repeats, mockingly soft, as if turning the phrase over in her mouth like something bitter. “you’ve been doing this move for four hours, and you lost the timing?”

you nod, eyes down.

“look at me.”

you hesitate, and that hesitation costs you. she steps closer, her shadow cutting through the harsh studio light again. “look at me.”

you lift your gaze, and the disappointment in her eyes nearly makes your knees buckle.

“y/n, what are you doing right now?” she asks, voice deceptively gentle.

you blink, unsure. “practicing.”

“no,” she says immediately. “you’re surviving. barely. you’re standing there like the floor is swallowing you, like every beat is a threat. you are not dancing.”

the words hit you one by one, small and sharp, leaving tiny cuts that sting.

momo moves past you, stands where you were just positioned, and mimics the first few counts — precise, effortless, devastatingly clean. even without the music, you can hear the rhythm through her movements. when she stops, she turns back toward you, sweat glinting on her jawline.

“do you see it?” she asks, voice cool. “the difference?”

you can only nod, throat too tight to form sound.

“then why,” she says, eyes narrowing, “do you choose to move like someone who doesn’t want to be here?”

your stomach twists. “i—i do want to be here.”

“then prove it!”

her voice rises suddenly, sharp enough to make you flinch. the echo ricochets off the mirrors, filling every inch of the studio with her anger.

“prove it with your body! prove it with your breath! prove it with something other than empty words every time you mess up!” she shouts, stepping closer until her reflection merges with yours in the mirror. “do you think anyone will remember that you ‘almost got it right’ in practice? do you think an audience cares that you were trying?”

your chest heaves, tears stinging behind your eyes.

“they’ll see the stumble. they’ll see the blank look when you lose the beat. and they’ll see me — me — wondering why i believed you were ready.”

the last sentence tears something open in you. your lip trembles before you can stop it.

momo doesn’t miss it. her eyes flick down, and for a moment, she looks almost sorry — but the softness dies quickly, replaced by that steel edge again.

“don’t cry,” she says flatly. “crying means you’ve already given up.”

you shake your head, but the tears push harder. you can’t stop them; the exhaustion, the pain, the endless pressure all converge into a blur of heat behind your eyes.

“you think this hurts?” momo continues, voice low, unrelenting. “you think this is hard? it isn’t. hard is getting up tomorrow and doing it again. hard is showing up when your legs are shaking and your lungs are on fire and you still have to smile for the camera. this—” she gestures between you “—this is just discipline.”

your breath shudders, and the first tear slips free before you can hide it.

her expression doesn’t change. “don’t look away. you wanted this, remember? you said you’d do anything.”

you nod helplessly, your voice cracking. “i did.”

“then stop acting like a victim,” she snaps. “you failed one move. one. fix it.”

it’s too much — the way her words strip you bare, the way they echo the doubts you’ve been swallowing for months. your throat closes up, the sob you’ve been fighting spilling out before you can stop it.

momo exhales sharply, pinching the bridge of her nose. “you can’t afford this, y/n,” she mutters, not cruelly now, but with weary frustration. “you can’t fall apart every time someone demands more from you. the world isn’t going to lower its standards to make room for your feelings.”

you wipe your face with the back of your hand, but it only makes it worse — your breathing uneven, chest hitching as the tears keep coming.

for a few seconds, she says nothing. just stands there, watching you. and then, softly but firmly, she says, “you think i don’t know what this feels like?”

you glance up, startled.

“i’ve broken down like this too,” she admits quietly. “i’ve cried until i thought i’d never stand up again. but i learned something you still haven’t — no one’s coming to save you in this room. you save yourself.”

she steps forward again, stopping just in front of you. “you don’t get stronger by being perfect, y/n. you get stronger by failing without fear. by owning it.”

her tone sharpens again. “so go. from the top. show me you can fall apart and still move.”

you’re still shaking, but you nod, trying to steady your breathing. the floor beneath your shoes feels too slick, too heavy, but you force yourself back to position. momo returns to her place by the mirrors, arms crossed.

“music,” she says.

the beat starts again, loud and merciless.

you push through the fog of embarrassment, your tears hot against your cheeks as you move. you miss a count, catch it again, keep going. momo doesn’t stop you this time. her reflection stays rigid, watching every flick of your wrist, every imperfect shift of your feet.

when the song ends, the silence that follows is different — not heavy with anger, but hollow with exhaustion. you’re panting, drenched, your whole body trembling.

momo walks up slowly. for a long moment, she just studies you, her gaze unreadable.

then she says, quietly, “better.”

you look up, startled, your voice raw. “better?”

“not good,” she corrects. “but better. because you didn’t stop.”

the words land somewhere deep inside you, like a small light flickering through the cracks.

she sighs, wiping her forehead with the towel. “do you see what i mean now?”

you nod, still shaking, still crying silently.

“good,” she says, her tone softer but still stern. “because this is what it takes. every idol you admire has cried in a room like this. the only difference between those who make it and those who don’t is that they kept moving while they cried.”

her words stay in the air, echoing faintly even after she turns away to reset the track.

you’re still standing there, raw and trembling, when she adds, almost under her breath, “i push you this hard because i know you can handle it. if i didn’t believe that, i wouldn’t waste my breath.”

you don’t answer. you can’t. all you can do is nod — a small, shaking motion that feels like a promise.

momo glances at you through the mirror. her face is unreadable again, the sharp instructor returned.

“again,” she says.

and even through the blur of tears, you nod once more, stepping back into place.

the music starts.

and you dance — broken, shaking, breath hitching — but still moving.

still fighting.

still proving that somewhere beneath the exhaustion and the failure, you’re still becoming.

the silence stretches like a taut wire. it hums in your chest. momo’s still standing there, one hand on her hip, the other hanging loosely at her side, her knuckles pale from holding herself back. you can tell she’s fighting not to explode. that, somehow, makes it worse.

“again,” she says.

you hesitate — you can’t help it — your throat tightens as you move back into position. her eyes flick toward you, flat and unreadable.

“no. stop.”

you freeze mid-step. she crosses the floor toward you, her sneakers whispering against the polished wood. each footfall feels like a countdown.

“what’s happening?” her tone is low, but the quietness is scarier than when she shouts. “you’ve been off all day. your timing’s a mess, your focus is somewhere else. what’s the excuse this time?”

you shake your head. “i—i don’t have one.”

“then fix it.”

the words hit like a slap. you swallow hard. your chest burns.

“momo, i—”

“no.” she cuts you off instantly. “don’t talk. don’t defend yourself. listen.” she takes one more step closer, close enough that you can feel the steadiness of her breathing, the warmth of it. “every time i tell you what’s wrong, you nod, you say ‘okay,’ and then you do it again. you think that’s enough? you think just trying is going to save you out there?”

her voice doesn’t rise, but it’s sharp, controlled, like a blade pressed against your resolve.

“you’ve got talent. i know that. everyone here knows that. but you’re lazy when it gets hard. you freeze. you look at the floor like it’s going to give you answers. it won’t.”

you can’t stop the tears from stinging your eyes. you blink fast, but she sees it. of course she does. she always does.

“crying?” she asks quietly. “is that what this is now?”

you shake your head again, but it’s no use. she exhales, slow and heavy, disappointment radiating through the air.

“you want to make it?” she asks, voice lower now, like she’s talking to herself. “then you have to stop breaking every time someone tells you you’re wrong.”

you nod, barely. your shoulders tremble.

“look at me.”

you do. it takes everything in you.

“don’t let this get to you,” she says, softer now — not kind, but measured. “channel it. use it. that’s the only way you’ll ever outgrow the version of yourself that keeps falling apart.”

she straightens, stepping back, the authority returning like armor. “again,” she says, curtly.

you take your place. your reflection looks back at you from the mirror — red-eyed, small — but you raise your chin anyway. the music starts again, and her voice cuts through it, steady and unrelenting.

“focus. now.”

and somehow, through the burn in your chest and the ache in your throat, you do.

a wicked glint in her eye as she took in your disheveled state. she knew just how to snap you out of your distracted daze and make you focus solely on her. leaning in close, her breasts brushing against yours, momo purred in your ear. “oh, i’ll make you focus alright, doll. i’ll fuck you so hard, so thoroughly, that the only thing you’lm be able to think about is my cock splitting you open and claiming this tight little cunt as mine.”

to emphasize her point, momo reached down and gripped your hip hard, yanking you flush against her. at the same time, she grabbed your chin with her other hand, forcing you to meet her intense gaze.

“you’ve been neglecting me all day, pretty girl. ignoring my words, my commands. well, i’m going to make you pay attention now, whether you like it or not.” momo voice lowered to a harsh, demanding growl as she ground her hips against yours, letting you feel the thick, hard length of her arousal.

“by the time i’m done with you, angel, the only name you’ll remember is mine. the only thought in this gorgeous head will be of me fucking you senseless. understand?”

momo punctuated her words with a sharp thrust of her hips, rubbing her clothed heat against your hips. her grip on your chin tightened, her fingers digging into the soft flesh as she held you in place, waiting for your response. the air between you crackled with tension and barely restrained lust.

without waiting for your response, momo crashed her lips against yours in a bruising kiss, swallowing any protest or plea for mercy. her tongue invaded your mouth, claiming it just as roughly as she planned to claim your other lips. she licked into you, tasting the lingering sweetness of your climax on your breath.

as she kissed you deeply, momo’s hands roamed your body, groping and squeezing every curve and dip. she tweaked your nipples hard, rolling and pinching the sensitive buds between her fingers. her other hand slid down to palm your ass, kneading the flesh and pulling you harder against her.

breaking the kiss, momo growled in your ear. “honna fuck this perfect ass too later. gonna claim every inch of you as my property.” she punctuated her words with a sharp smack to your ass, the sound echoing obscenely in the room.

then, without any further warning, momo flipped you onto your stomach, pushing your face into the cold wood flor. she pulled your hips up, forcing your ass to jut out and present itself to her hungry gaze. kneeling behind you, momo delivered a hard smack to your ass, watching it jiggle and redden under her palm.

“count,” she commanded, raising her hand to strike your ass again, harder this time. “count every blow, angel. let me hear that sweet voice of yours as i redden this gorgeous ass. you’re mine, and i’m going to make damn sure you never forget it.”

momo grinned wickedly as she watched your ass cheek bounce back into place, the red handprint already blooming on your skin. she delivered another hard smack, then another, each one more forceful than the last as she worked your ass into a deep, throbbing red.

“that’s it, angel. take your punishment like a good girl. you’ve been so distracted, so careless in ignoring my words. well, i’m going to make sure you never forget who you belong to.”

she punctuated her words with a particularly brutal slap, gripping your ass cheek hard enough to leave finger–shaped bruises in your flesh. momo leaned in close, her breath hot against your ear as she growled out her next command.*

“now, i want you on your hands and knees. i want to see that gorgeous ass in the air, ready for me to claim what's mine.”

as you scrambled to comply, momo reached down and unzipped her jeans, freeing her throbbing cock. it sprang forth, long and hard and aching for your touch. she stroked herself slowly, teasingly, as she watched you assume the position she demanded.

“such a good girl, so obedient now. i think you’ve earned a reward.” momo purred, her voice dripping with dark promise. “i’m going to fuck you now, angel. i’m going to split you open on my cock and make you scream my name until it’s the only thing you remember.”

nomo doesn’t even bother to take your clothes off, but instead tears your shorts just enough to expose your needy holes for her gaze. and with that, momo lined herself up with your entrance, the thick head of her cock nudging insistently at your dripping folds. she gripped your hips hard, fingers digging into your bruised flesh as she held you in place.

“beg for it, pretty girl. beg for my cock like the needy little slut you are. tell me how badly you want me to claim this perfect cunt, to fill you up and make you mine.”

momo waited, her body trembling with barely restrained lust, ready to plunge into your welcoming heat at a moment’s notice. she wanted to hear you say it, wanted to hear you admit your desire, your need, your desperate craving for her touch.

momo’s eyes flashed with hunger as she waited for your response, her grip on your hips tightening, fingernails digging into your soft skin hard enough to leave crescent–shaped indents. the thick, rigid length of her cock throbbed against your slick folds, leaking pre–cum that dripped down to coat your inner thighs.

she leaned over you, hair falling forward to curtain your face as she growled in your ear. “come on, angel. i know you want to feel me inside you, stretching you, claiming you. i know this greedy little pussy is aching to be filled, to be used for my pleasure.”

momo punctuated her words with a sharp nip to your earlobe, soothing the sting with a flick of her tongue before she purred. “tell me, pretty girl. tell me how badly you need my cock, how desperate you are to have me split you open and fill you up. give me the words, and i’ll give you what you need.”

she rolled her hips, grinding her thickness along your slit, coating herself in your slick arousal. the sensation made momo groan, her voice low and rough with desire. she needed to hear you beg, needed to know that you were just as consumed by lust as she was.

“i want to hear you scream for it, doll. i want the whole dorm to know who this pussy belongs to, who’s going to ruin you for anyone else. so go ahead, angel. beg me to fuck you, to claim you, to make you mine.”

momo’s voice was a dark, seductive rumble, her breath hot against your ear as she waited for your desperate plea. her cock throbbed against you, the thick shaft pulsing with the need to bury itself deep inside your welcoming heat. she was on the verge of losing control, of slamming forward and impaling you on her throbbing length, but she held back. she wanted to hear you say it, wanted to hear you admit your desire, your hunger for her touch.

momo’s eyes flashed with triumph as you finally gave in to your desires, your need for her overwhelming your previous distraction. she could feel the heat radiating off your skin, could hear the desperation in your voice as you begged her to claim you, to take you, to make you hers.

“that’s my good girl.” momo praised, her voice dripping with dark satisfaction. without warning, she slammed her hips forward, burying her thick cock deep inside your dripping cunt with one hard thrust.

she set a brutal pace from the start, pounding into you with all the pent–up frustration and jealousy she had harbored. each thrust shook the bed, the headboard slamming against the wall as momo fucked you with wild abandon.

“yes, fuck! take my cock, you perfect little slut. this is what you needed, isn’t it? to be split open on my dick, used for my pleasure. i’m going to ruin this cunt, make it mine.”

momo’s hands gripped your hips hard, fingers sinking into your soft flesh as she yanked you back to meet her increasingly forceful thrusts. the room filled with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin, punctuated by momo’s harsh grunts and growls.

“fuck, you’re so tight! so fucking perfect. i knew this pussy would feel incredible wrapped around my cock. i’m going to fucking destroy you, angel. i’m going to fuck you so hard, so deep, that you’ll never forget who this cunt belongs to."

she leaned over you, hair falling forward as she bit and sucked at your neck, marking you, claiming you. one hand slid down to your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in hard, fast circles. the stimulation was almost too intense, pushing you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

“come on, doll. i want to feel this pussy clench around me as you come on my cock. i want to feel you shake and quiver, knowing it's me who made you fall apart. give it to me, pretty girl. come for me, scream my name, let everyone know who you belong to!”

momo’s hips snapped forward relentlessly, her thick cock driving deep into your core with each powerful thrust. she could feel your velvet walls clenching around her, gripping her shaft like a vice as she pounded into you mercilessly.

“that’s it, baby. fucking take it! take every inch of my cock, you perfect little slut. i’m going to fill this pussy up, flood your womb with my seed until it takes. i’m going to breed this cunt, angel. make it mine, ruin it for anyone else.”

she punctuated her words with a particularly brutal thrust, grinding her pelvis against your ass, forcing her cock as deep as it would go. momo could feel your cervix kissing the tip of her shaft, could feel the head of her dick nudging against your battered womb.

momo’s fingers worked your clit harder, rubbing the sensitive bud almost painfully as she felt your body tensing, your muscles pulling taut. she could sense your impending climax, could feel the way your pussy fluttered and clenched around her.

“come on, doll. fucking come for me. i want to feel your cunt spasm on my cock, squeezing the cum out of me. i want to feel you shake and quiver, knowing it’s me who made you fall apart. give it to me, pretty girl. cream on my dick like the desperate slut you are.”

she could feel her own orgasm building, her balls drawing up tight to her body as she neared the edge. but momo held back, determined to make you come first, to watch you shatter from the force of your climax before she let herself go.

her hips never slowed, never faltered, even as she rubbed your clit with wild abandon. she could feel your pussy starting to convulse, your walls beginning to ripple around her throbbing shaft. momo knew you were close, knew that with just a little more stimulation, she could push you over the precipice.

“scream for me, angel. let the whole fucking dorm hear you coming on my cock. let them know who you belong to, who’s ruining this perfect cunt. fucking scream my name, you gorgeous little whore!”

momo could feel your body stiffening, your back arching as your climax crashed over you like a tidal wave. she rubbed your clit harder, faster, pushing you through the intense pleasure that consumed you. at the same time, she slammed her hips forward one last time, burying her cock to the hilt inside your spasming pussy.

“fuck yes, that’s it! come on my cock, angel. milk me dry with this greedy cunt. fucking scream my name, you perfect little slut!”

as your pussy clamped down around her, momo let out a guttural moan, her own orgasm ripping through her. she came hard, her cock pulsing and throbbing as it erupted inside you, flooding your womb with her hot, thick seed. momo’s hips jerked and spasmed, each spurt of cum making her grunt and growl with the intensity of her release.

“take it, doll. take every last fucking drop. i’m going to pump you full, fill this pussy to the brim until it’s dripping out of you. fuck, you feel so good coming on my cock, squeezing me so tight. i knew this cunt was made for me, made to milk my dick dry.”

“Good job, everyone!” Jihyo chirped, raising her hands high into the air in a stretch. “The Twice members pat each other on the back for their performance at the fashion show. “Now that the show is over, we can have a little fun,” Jihyo said, a devilish smile forming. Nayeon, Tzuyu, and Momo each knew what that smile meant. They clasped each other's hands, waiting for their leader to make the announcement. Jihyo brought her arms around Nayeon and Momo, bringing all three of her members closer. “We’re going to get some nice hard cocks for our hard work.” Nayeon and Momo were giddy with excitement. “I’ve already had everything settled. Make sure to keep these clothes on for your lovers, girls.” Jihyo pulled away from the group and giggled. She grabbed one of the robes provided by Victoria’s Secret and put it on over her stage outfit before tossing the others' robes. “Let’s get back to the hotel.” The women grabbed their belongings and left the event quickly, wanting to spend as much time as possible with their lovers for the night. It was all they could talk about along the way. 

When they arrived at their hotel, they rushed to their rooms, waving goodbye to each other for the night. Momo got to her door. She pursed her lips, trying to hold back her smile as she turned the knob and went inside.

It didn’t take long for her to get to work. Within a minute, the idol was between your legs, bobbing her head quickly, the tongue swirling around your cock. It didn’t matter that Momo couldn’t get the whole thing in her mouth. She more than made up for it as she put her full focus on more than just your cock. Seeing that she couldn’t get your thick cock down her throat, Momo pulled back and ran her lips along your shaft. Her tongue moved up and down, claiming every spot for itself before she moved even lower. 

The young woman eyed you with lust as she sucked on your balls, her tongue playing with them as she stroked your cock. Once you were nice and slick, Momo slipped the top of her bodysuit off, letting it hang around her midsection. She reached back, unclipping her pink bra and tossing it aside. Momo’s heavy tits were free now, and the young woman brought them closer to you, placing your cock between the large mounds. Momo moved them along your shaft, the soft flesh making you moan. “Tonight we’re going to play Mommy and Daddy.” The young woman stared at you as she continued to stroke your cock with her pillowy mounds.

“And it’s not a safe day today.” The words stuck for a moment. Momo was playing with the idea of safe days. Those sorts of things excited her. “So, Daddy, I hope you have a lot of baby batter for me. I want it all inside me tonight. Mommy needs you to put a baby inside her.” Your cock twitched at the idea of getting an idol pregnant. You were used to this sort of talk in your line of work, but coming from someone so famous, there was another level to it.  Momo brought her head down and stuck her tongue out, swirling it around the tip of your cock. Your cock slid easily between her slick tits, making the waves of pleasure come quicker now. 

Momo didn’t want you to cum on her tits, though. She began to slow down, pressing her lips against your tip, smothering it before pulling back with a pop. “I can’t wait anymore.” Momo rises and pushes you onto your back. You both move further onto the bed, and Momo straddles you, rocking her hips back and forth. You both moan, the piece of cloth between Momo’s legs was the only thing keeping you apart. Momo kneeled and moved the bottom of her bodysuit to the side, her puffy lips in full view now. The idol supported herself with one hand as she squats above your cock. She licked her lips and steadied herself. Momo grabs your cock and strokes it slowly, “This big boy is going to feel so good stretching out my little cunt.” Momo aligns herself with your cock and sinks onto it. She gives a long guttural moan as your cock spreads her walls apart. Her entire body tingles. Momo was right. Your cock felt so good inside her, splitting her in half. She was almost drooling. 

Momo didn’t waste time; she began to bounce on your cock. The pleasure was fantastic, her walls were squeezing you tightly as she rode you. You watched as her tits jiggled and bounced along with her. The small brown nipples were a hypnotic sight. You placed your hands on Momo’s waist and slowly moved them upward. You took one breast in each hand and squeezed them, the soft mounds filling the gaps between your fingers. Momo moaned loudly, loving the way you used her body like a toy. Her moans continued as you tugged at her nipples. The pain and pleasure mixed together beautifully. 

Momo’s body went into autopilot as the pleasure continued to ramp up. It moved faster. With your cock slick with her juices, it was easy for Momo to slam herself down. She placed her hands on your chest, supporting herself again as she got closer to her climax. You moved your hands back down Momo’s body, grabbing the plump piece of flesh that was her ass. You brought your hand down on it, making Momo groan. “More, more!” She moaned. You gave her another slap, and then another. You brought both hands down on her ass, the stinging pain feeding into Momo’s pleasure. “That’s it, Daddy, spank me,” Momo grunted through gritted teeth. She kept her head down, struggling to hold back her climax. Each slap was bringing her one step closer. Momo imagined how red her ass must’ve been now. The image helped push her over the edge. Momo’s walls clamped down on your cock. “I’m cumming!” Momo drove herself onto your cock, body shaking as she came on you. Her head shot back as she felt your first load painting her walls. Momo held her body as still as she could, wanting to get every drop inside her, but her body wouldn’t follow her wishes. She fell forward onto your chest. 

Momo was breathing heavily, panting to catch her breath as she felt your cum slipping out of her cunt. The final spurts of your orgasm paint her reddened ass. Momo kissed your chest, taking heavy breaths. “Oh, fuck, that felt so good.” Momo’s eyes would shut for a moment; the young woman was struggling to keep herself awake. Momo's soft cheek pressed against your skin, and her hands moved up and down your side. Sweat built up on her body, and her hair clung to her skin. Momo gave your chest a gentle kiss before looking into your eyes.

“C’mon, Daddy, let’s keep going,” Momo whispered in a low tone, her lips curling into a smile as she lay on top of you. Her body was slick at this point; both of you had been going for a while now. Momo’s clothes were barely hanging on; the open body suit she had worn was clinging to her waist, the shoulder straps were completely off, and the pink bra she had worn was tossed somewhere around the room. Still, the young woman wanted more. “Just a little more, Daddy, give Mommy a baby.” Momo groaned, rising off your body and rubbing her slit against your cock, your cum leaking out from between her puffy lips as she prepared herself for another round. Momo pressed the tip of your cock against her entrance and sank back down onto it, throwing her head back and moaning softly as your cock stretched her again. “Oh, fuck,” she said, lingering on each word as she began to move a moment later. Momo placed her hands on your chest, using them to support herself as she rode you. Her thick thighs quivered with each movement, but she continued, saliva running from the corner of her mouth as she reveled in the pleasure. “It’s so big,” she murmured, struggling to keep her pace as her body began to give out on her. 

You took the reins back from Momo, grabbing her waist and thrusting as she came back down onto your cock. Momo’s body tensed at the sudden movement from you. “Fuck.” Momo gulped, moaning as your thrusts sped up. “That’s it.” A smile grew on Momo’s face as you flooded her body with pleasure. “Fuck me, fuck this tight pussy.” You pulled Momo in and rolled her onto her back. You thrust into her quickly, her slick walls rubbing against every sensitive inch of you. Your hands slipped down her body, ending up at her thighs. You gripped the firm pieces of meat tightly as you drove your cock deep into the idol. Momo brought her hands beside her head, gripping the bedsheets as you brought her to another climax. 

The young woman cried out, her body shaking, her hips rocking back and forth quickly as you continued to move. You leaned in close and pressed your lips against her, your tongue invading her mouth as one of your hands squeezed her heavy mounds. Under your mounting pressure, Momo felt like she was suffocating. Her body wasn’t allowed to come down from her climax. Your continued thrusts and touch made her keep cumming. She couldn’t get a word out. When you gave her a moment to breathe, moans would flow from her lips. Momo wrapped her legs around you, her body moving on its own as her mind shut down in favor of animalistic mating. She pushed you deeper, your cock that was already splitting her in two was reaching new areas, hitting her in just the right spots. The idol wrapped her arms around, and they hung loosely as you drove your cock into her. Momo’s walls squeezed you tightly as she came, trying to make you cum and milk you of every drop you had left. 

Your peak was coming soon, and you knew it. Momo could’ve figured out the same thing if her mind was working at all. When you looked at her, you saw her eyes nearly shut, tongue poking out from between her lips as she panted. You sped up your thrusts again, before impaling Momo on your cock, shooting your baby batter right into her womb. Momo cried out in pleasure, her hands ran through your hair as her legs locked around your lower half tightly. 

The young woman could feel your seed flooding her body again. For a moment, it clicked that she could actually get pregnant from this. The thought only made the experience more euphoric. In her pleasure-addled brain, Momo didn’t mind getting pregnant if it meant she could have more of your cock. If she could’ve spoken, Momo would have begged to be filled again and again. Warmth spread across Momo’s body as you pumped her full of cum again. Her body gradually relaxed around you, giving you the ability to pull out. The moment you did, the bottom of her body suit covered her slit up. Keeping your cum pressed against her body. That only lasted for a moment, though, as Momo pulled it back to the side and touched herself. One hand on her while the other massaged her breast. The idol’s movements slowed down as she drifted off to sleep, cum spilling out onto the bed. 

The neckline dipped modestly at first glance, but it plunged enough to showcase the swell of her massive tits, those heavy, perky globes straining against the material with every breath she took.

Jihyo's body was a masterpiece of disciplined fitness, the kind that turned heads in gyms and made tabloids buzz. Her abs, carved from endless crunches and core workouts, rippled subtly under the dress's thin fabric—a faint outline of six-pack perfection that screamed power and sex. Those tits? Legendary in idol circles—full D-cups at least, jiggling softly with each step, nipples faintly visible through the silk if the light hit right, begging to be pinched and sucked. Her face was stunning, heart-shaped with high cheekbones, plump lips painted a subtle red that contrasted her pale skin, and eyes dark and sultry under long lashes. But it was her legs that killed—fair, smooth thighs thick from squats, flexing as she walked, the dress riding up just enough to flash inner thigh glimpses. She was a walking sex bomb, every inch radiating raw, fuckable heat in a sea of propriety.

Eyes locked on her immediately. The old aunties whispered behind fans, their gazes lingering on her heaving chest. Businessmen in the back row adjusted ties, cocks twitching in pants as they drank in her ass—round, thick, and bubbly, swaying hypnotically under the dress's cling. Younger guys, colleagues of Min perhaps, stared outright, mouths dry, imagining bending her over the condolence table and pounding that juicy pussy. Even the women shot envious glances, some biting lips at the unfairness of her body. Jihyo felt it all—the stares like hands groping her from afar, making her skin prickle, her pussy lips swelling slightly against her lace thong. She wasn't here to seduce; it was her boss's wife's funeral, for fuck's sake. But her body didn't care. It throbbed with awareness, clit pulsing as a burly uncle's eyes traced her thighs, wondering how they'd feel wrapped around his waist.

Min walked beside her, smug as hell, his arm snaking possessively around her hips. His fingers dug into the soft flesh just above her ass, pulling her close so her hip bone pressed against his side. He knew the score—Jihyo was his, this goddess with a body built for sin, and he'd be damned if these vultures forgot it. 'Mine,' his grip said, thumb stroking the curve of her hip bone in a way that screamed ownership. Min wasn't special—average build, decent job under Boss Kim, cock that got the job done, but nothing legendary. But he tasted her every night: buried balls-deep in that tight, wet cunt, sucking those fat tits until she screamed, slapping her thick ass red. Lucky bastard, yeah. He puffed his chest as they moved forward, nodding at stares like a king with his queen. Jihyo leaned into him slightly, her huge breasts brushing his arm, sending a jolt to his dick. He smirked, whispering hot in her ear, 'They all want you, babe. But you're sucking my cock later.' She shivered, thighs clenching, the promise making her nipples harden into peaks.

The line inched toward the front, where Boss Kim stood like a statue of restrained sorrow. He was in his late forties, broad-shouldered with salt-and-pepper hair and a sharp jawline hidden under a day's stubble. His suit hung loose, eyes red-rimmed from tears, but there was steel in his posture—the man who'd built the company from nothing, now broken by loss. He greeted each visitor with a nod, firm but weary handshakes, and clipped words: 'Thank you for coming.' When his gaze landed on Jihyo and Min, something shifted. A smile cracked his face—genuine warmth cutting through the grief—but sadness clung, shadows under his eyes like bruises.

'Jihyo-ssi, Min-ssi,' he said, voice gravelly, extending a hand first to Min. They shook, Min's grip tight, almost challenging. Then Kim turned to her, arms opening slightly. 'Come here.' Jihyo hesitated a beat—hugs at funerals were common, but with her boss? Awkward as fuck. Still, she stepped forward, polite smile fixed, and wrapped her arms around his neck loosely. Her body pressed against his chest—those massive tits squishing softly against his button-up, her abs flexing as she balanced on tiptoes. The hug was meant to be quick, with condolences murmured: 'I'm so sorry for your loss, sir. She was a wonderful woman.'

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