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“You meant,” she cut in, leaning forward, “that you were willing to risk a breach on our eastern line because you don’t trust the numbers I’ve already verified myself.”

Her tone never rose. It didn’t have to. The lieutenant’s face went pale.

“I—no, General, I just—”

“You ‘just’ wasted five minutes of this briefing with inefficient speculation.” She flicked her pen down on the table; the tiny sound made everyone flinch. “Do I look uncertain to you, Lieutenant?”

“N-no, ma’am.”

“Then next time, question the data on your own time. Not mine. Sit down.”

The man practically folded into his seat. No one else spoke.

You sat at the far end of the table, tablet spun so it faced you and Sullyoon both, legs crossed, posture relaxed in a way everyone else was too afraid to copy. You’d long ago learned that the worst thing you could do in this room was flinch. The General’s anger wasn’t random; it was precision-guided. Today, at least, it flew right past you.

You cleared your throat, a soft thing in the heavy silence. “As I was saying, General,” you picked up smoothly where she’d cut the lieutenant down, “if we reposition the third mechanized unit along the riverbank, we can secure the choke point without overextending our artillery. Page 12, projections C and D.”

The screen changed with a click of the remote. Sullyoon’s eyes moved from the lieutenant she’d verbally executed to the map. The room seemed to breathe again.

Her jaw flexed once, twice. Then she sat back and listened.

“Show them the casualty projection with that adjustment,” she said.

You tapped your tablet. Numbers appeared.

“Seven percent reduction on worst-case scenarios,” you replied. “Best case, we avoid engagement on that flank altogether.”

Her face didn’t shift, but you saw it: a nearly imperceptible softening at the corners of her eyes. Approval. Everyone else saw only the terrifying General weighing victory and defeat. You saw the woman who hadn’t slept more than five hours a night in weeks.

“Accepted,” she said. “We’ll proceed with Strategist Y/L/N’s plan. Update all relevant units.”

The room echoed with chairs scratching back, pens scraping paper. A chorus of “Yes, ma’am!” filled the air. No one questioned that she’d made her decision, and once Sullyoon decided, the matter was over.

“Briefing adjourned. I want new readiness reports on my desk by twenty-three hundred.” Her gaze swept the room, cold and exact. “If any of you are later than that, don’t bother coming in tomorrow. The front lines don’t take days off. Dismissed.”

People poured out, some walking too quickly, some pretending they weren’t rushing to escape. You stayed seated, calmly closing your tablet as her eyes finally landed on you.

“You too, Y/N,” she said, voice still razor-sharp. “In my office. Ten minutes.”

You met her gaze. Most people couldn’t bear to hold it. You’d been staring into those eyes for years. You didn’t blink. “Yes, General.”

Her eyebrow twitched, just a fraction, at your calm tone.

Only you would dare sound that familiar.

-----

Her office was large, spartan, and meticulously neat. Dark wood, metal, minimal personal touches. Medals and awards lined the back wall, next to framed maps with red marker scars—past campaigns she’d led, victories the nation still talked about. A single photo sat face-down on her desk, as it always did during work hours.

You’d taken it yourself—Sullyoon standing on a balcony in a sweater that belonged to you, hair down, squinting at the morning sun with a coffee mug in her hands and the ghost of a smile on her face.

Today, like every day, it remained hidden under the weight of her rank.

She was already there when you arrived, long coat shed and draped over the back of her chair. Her uniform was perfectly pressed, every line sharp, her hair pulled back in its signature bun. She looked up from a stack of reports as you closed the door behind you.

“Lock it,” she said.

You did. The click of the deadbolt sounded louder than it should have. In here, confidentiality wasn’t a suggestion.

You walked up to her desk and stopped on the opposite side, hands slipping behind your back in a practiced, respectful stance.

“You were harsh today,” you said evenly.

“I was correct,” she countered, not looking up.

You didn’t argue that. You’d long learned there was a difference between challenging her and trying to break that steel she wore like armor. And she needed that armor out there.

But it didn’t mean you couldn’t tap it, remind her there was a person underneath.

“You can be correct without making lieutenants contemplate career changes,” you said. “You know some of them are still convinced you sleep in your office chair and recharge on pure caffeine and fear.”

She finally looked up at that, eyes narrowing. “Do you have a point, Y/N, or are you angling for disciplinary action?”

“Already disciplined,” you replied. “Every morning, courtesy of my terrifying live-in commander.”

Her expression didn’t change.

Then, slowly, barely, the corner of her lip tugged.

“Careful,” she murmured. “The others might hear you speak like that.”

“They’re all convinced I’m either insane or suicidal for talking to you like this,” you said. “I’d rather not shatter the myth.”

She put the report down and leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs. Her eyes searched your face with that same tactical intensity she used when reviewing satellite imagery. But the longer she stared, the more the edge started to dull.

“You went off my plan,” she said quietly.

You blinked. “It was still within parameters.”

“It wasn’t my original decision,” she insisted. “You overrode an element of my formation.”

“Technically,” you corrected, “you overrode it after I gave you better data. That’s what you keep me around for. You don’t need a parrot, General. You need someone who can challenge you when you’re too deep in the fight to notice you’re overextending.”

Silence.

Her gaze dropped to your hands, then returned to your face. When she spoke again, her voice had lost the harshness; what remained was tired steel.

“You’re not afraid of me,” she said.

You tilted your head. “Do you want me to be?”

A muscle jumped in her jaw.

“No.”

There. The barest crack in the armor.

You stepped closer to the desk, resting your palms lightly on the edge, leaning in. “Then that’s your answer.”

Her eyes lingered on your hands, then the small crease between your brows. You knew you were frowning, even if you tried not to.

“You’re doing it again,” she said. “That face.”

“Worried?” you asked. “Hard not to, when I watch you carry the whole front like it’s a backpack.”

“You’re exaggerating.”

“Tell that to the stack of reports you plan to finish before midnight,” you replied. “How long have you been on-base today?”

“Since five.”

“Morning?”

She gave you a look that clearly said, What do you think?

You blew out a slow breath. “I’m calling it.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Calling what?”

“Your day.” You straightened, checking the time on your watch. “It’s twenty-one hundred. You’ve been here sixteen hours. I’m invoking my authority.”

“Your authority,” she repeated flatly, as if testing the shape of the words.

“Yes.” You met her gaze unwaveringly. “The jurisdiction I hold over your health, sanity, and sleep schedule.”

“Last I checked,” she said, “I outrank you by several tiers.”

“Last I checked,” you parried, “you promised to let me take care of you when you started forgetting what ‘rest’ means.”

Her lips parted, then closed. The angle of her shoulders shifted, the rigid line softening by a fraction of a degree.

“That was off-duty,” she said.

“Well,” you replied, walking around the side of the desk, “it’s about to be off-duty. Stand up.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “Excuse me?”

You stopped beside her chair, looking down at her. Up close like this, the faint shadows under her eyes were more obvious, the tension along her neck more defined. You reached out, deliberately slow, giving her time to reject it if she wanted, and set your hand lightly on her shoulder.

“Ni-oon,” you said softly.

The name wasn’t a rank or a title. It was hers. Between you.

Her shoulders moved with a small inhale. The General’s mask didn’t fall—not completely. It never did, not here—but it slipped, a millimeter less tightly fastened.

“That’s not appropriate,” she said, but her hand reached up and placed itself over yours, fingers briefly curling.

“Stand up,” you repeated, voice gentler. “We’re going home.”

She studied you for a long moment, then scoffed softly. It was a quiet, exasperated sound that never escaped the walls of this office.

“Only you,” she murmured, “would dare order me around.”

“Only I can get away with it,” you said.

Her eyes glinted. “That’s debatable.”

“You going to write yourself up for insubordination if you listen?” you asked.

The faintest ghost of a real smile crossed her face, so quick that if you hadn’t been watching for it, you might have missed it.

“Fine,” she said, pushing back her chair. “Fifteen minutes to wrap things up.”

“Ten,” you shot back. “I’ll wait by the door. If you’re still at the desk at ten, I’m carrying you out.”

“Y/N—”

“Ten,” you repeated, and this time, you let a rare note of steel into your own voice.

Her eyes widened, then narrowed.

You watched the shift inside her. The part that hated relinquishing control clashed with the part that trusted you more than she trusted herself.

“You’re getting bold,” she muttered.

“Boldness is contagious,” you said. “I learned from the best.”

Her exhale was long, through her nose, as if she were trying very hard not to let it become a laugh. “Go,” she said, dropping back into the chair. “Before I change my mind.”

You squeezed her shoulder once—a silent promise—and stepped away.

You knew she wouldn’t be at the desk in ten minutes.

Even the Ice General listened when you drew a line.

-----

She made it in nine.

You were scrolling through base updates on your phone when the office lights dimmed. The click of her computer shutting down was followed by the soft scratch of drawers closing and papers being stacked.

When she approached the door, coat on, gloves in hand, she looked every bit the terrifying commander the world knew: back straight, gaze steady, uniform immaculate.

But there was a looseness to her movements now, something almost imperceptible—unless you knew where to look.

“See?” you said, unlocking the door. “Didn’t kill you.”

“Yet,” she replied.

Her hand brushed the small of your back as you stepped out in front of her. To anyone watching, it was just a guiding gesture, the dominant wolf shepherding the rest of the pack.

You felt the brief press, the warm weight of her palm, and knew better.

The drive home was quiet at first.

The city blurred by outside the car window—neon signs, dim streetlights, the pale haze of late-night traffic. The military base receded in the rearview mirror, its cold fences and watchtowers giving way to normalcy. Civilian life.

Sullyoon sat in the passenger seat, uniform jacket open, one gloved hand resting on her knee, the other propped against the window. Her posture was still straight, but less rigid now, as if every kilometer put another layer of distance between her and the General everyone feared.

“You’re doing it again,” you said.

“Doing what?” Her eyes stayed on the window.

“Thinking about repositioning artillery instead of what you want for dinner.”

Her lips pressed together. “We already decided on the positions.”

“We did. Past tense. That means this is the part where we let the orders do their job and you remember you’re a human being.”

“That’s debatable,” she murmured.

“I’ve seen you asleep with your mouth slightly open,” you said. “Very human.”

She turned her head sharply. “I do not—”

“You do,” you said. “It’s cute.”

Her eyes narrowed into a look that had cowed brigades. She directed it fully at you now.

“Repeat that,” she said softly.

“Cute,” you repeated, without flinching. “Adorable, even.”

The glare intensified. A lesser soul might have swerved into a ditch.

You kept your hands steady on the wheel.

For three long seconds, she simply stared at you. Then she turned back to the window with a sharp exhale through her nose. “You’re insufferable.”

“You’re still blushing,” you said.

“I am not.”

“The glass is reflective, Ni-oon.”

“If you call me that again while I’m in uniform, I’ll have you reassigned to the northern border,” she muttered.

“You tried last time,” you said. “Command sent the request back annotated: ‘Strategist Y/L/N is the only documented handler for General Sullyoon. Transfer denied.’”

Her ears actually went pink at that.

“That report wasn’t meant to be public,” she said. “Or read by you.”

“You left it open on your desk,” you replied. “Also you forgot to lock your computer. Again.”

She muttered something under her breath about “meddling higher-ups” and “idiots with pens.”

You glanced sideways at her. In the dim car light, she looked younger, the harshness peeled back to reveal the woman who’d once asked you, on a rainy night years ago, if you really thought she could do it—if you really believed she could carry a whole war on her shoulders and still find her way home.

“Do you remember,” you said quietly, “what you told me when you took this rank?”

Her eyes flicked to you, then back to the road ahead. “You’re more specific than that when you run simulations.”

“You said,” you continued, “that you were afraid if you became a general, there’d be nothing left of you by the time you took the stars off at night.”

She was very still.

“I said that,” she confirmed, voice low.

“And?”

“And what?”

You risked another glance, meeting her gaze. “How much of you is left tonight?”

Her throat moved with a swallow. For a moment, she didn’t answer.

Then, slowly, she reached out and placed her hand on the center console, palm up, fingers relaxed.

You didn’t say anything. You just slid your hand into hers.

Her grip tightened instantly, as if she’d been waiting for that cue. Her knuckles brushed your wrist, her thumb unconsciously tracing the edge of your hand.

“Enough,” she said at last. “Because of you.”

You squeezed back. “Good. That’s the only acceptable answer.”

Home was a quiet building on a side street that most people passed without noticing. No military insignias, no guards. Just a neutral door with a keypad only two people knew the code to.

You punched it in, and she followed you inside. The moment the door shut behind you, the world shifted.

The air was warmer. Literally, thanks to the heater, but also in the way the soft light spilled over the living room, catching on the small clutter of two people’s lives: a jacket tossed over the back of the couch (yours), a book left face-down on the coffee table (hers), a pair of indoor slippers only she ever wore because your feet “ran hot as engines.”

The lock clicked.

For a heartbeat, she just stood there in the entryway, as if caught between worlds.

You turned and looked at her. “Shoes,” you said, gentle but firm.

Her eyes flicked down to her polished boots. Her hand hovered over the zipper. Then she straightened, squaring her shoulders.

“I’m fine like this,” she said, voice trying to regain that commanding pitch. “I won’t be long.”

You stepped closer, closing the distance until you were standing only a breath away, the faint scent of her uniform’s starch and her own familiar perfume surrounding you.

“Nim,” you said, using the nickname now that the door was closed, rank left outside.

Her lashes fluttered. “Don’t…”

“Don’t what?” you asked quietly.

“Don’t use that when I’m still like this,” she murmured. “I might forget which one I’m supposed to be.”

You smiled, small and soft. “That’s my job, remember? I remind you.”

You crouched down without waiting for permission. She made a startled sound you pretended not to hear as you reached for the first boot zipper.

“Y/N—”

You looked up from where you were halfway bent, your hands on her boot.

“Stand at ease, General,” you said, gaze steady. “Off-duty protocol.”

Her lips parted, as if to argue. Then she shut them.

Slowly, her heels shifted apart, her knees unlocking. Her shoulders dropped a fraction.

You unzipped the first boot, easing it off her foot with gentle care, placing it neatly by the wall. The same with the second. With each motion, the unspoken ritual took place: one piece of the General’s armor set aside, one piece of Sullyoon reclaimed.

When you were done, you stood, placing her slippers in front of her feet.

She looked down at them, then at you. “You know I can do that myself,” she said, but there was no real heat in it.

“I know,” you replied. “Let me anyway.”

She slid her feet into the slippers with a soft exhale.

You reached up, fingers brushing the top button of her uniform jacket. You paused there, waiting for her reaction.

Her breath hitched—not dramatically, but enough that you felt it.

Then, wordlessly, she lifted her chin, granting you access.

You unbuttoned the stiff collar, one button, then the next, the fabric loosening. Her pulse beat steadily at her throat. You could see it now. You finished with the last button and smoothed the lapels back.

Her shoulders eased another notch.

“Better?” you asked.

“A little,” she admitted.

You took the jacket gently from her shoulders, feeling the strain in her muscles as they relaxed under your touch. The medals gleamed dully in the warm light as you carried it to the hook you’d installed just for this: the “war coat,” you’d dubbed it. Hung up when she came home. Put on again only when she left.

When you turned back, she was just standing there in her blouse and slacks, looking strangely… lost.

You smiled and stepped up, placing your hands lightly on her waist.

“Welcome home, Sullyoon,” you said softly.

The name—her name, with no rank attached—seemed to hit something deep inside her. Her eyes closed as she exhaled, the last of the day’s tension seeping out of her like air from an overinflated tire.

When she opened them again, the General was still there, but dimmer. The woman you loved shone clearer through the cracks.

“I’m hungry,” she admitted, voice quieter.

“There’s soup on the stove,” you said. “And rice. Sit, I’ll bring it.”

“I can—”

“Sit,” you repeated, this time with a hint of authority.

Her brow arched.

You held her gaze.

After a beat, she clicked her tongue softly. “You’re lucky I’m off-duty,” she muttered, but she did turn and walk to the dining table.

You watched her move through the space that was entirely hers as much as yours: the way her fingers brushed the back of a chair before she sat, the way she scanned the room automatically, as if checking for threats, then seemed to remember there weren’t any in this perimeter.

By the time you brought out the food, she was leaning on one elbow, cheek resting lightly on her hand, staring at the steam curling up from the empty placemat.

“You didn’t eat lunch, did you,” you said, setting the bowl in front of her.

She hesitated, then looked up. “…It was a working lunch.”

“So, no,” you translated.

She ignored that, picking up her chopsticks.

You reached over and nudged her bowl slightly closer. “Eat slow,” you said. “You’ll get indigestion.”

She gave you a look that clearly said, I’ve marched for twenty hours in the snow, but obediently slowed down from ravenous gulping to something more measured.

Between bites, she spoke, more to her soup than to you. “The third artillery battery will need resupply in two days. Logistics is already swamped. We might need to—”

“Sullyoon.”

She paused, spoon halfway to her lips.

“You’re home,” you reminded her. “War room topics have a thirty-minute ban from entry after dinner.”

“We never agreed to that,” she protested.

“I did,” you said. “I’m the only one authorized to manage your downtime. Remember?”

A flicker of stubbornness lit her eyes. “You’re really leaning on that imaginary authority tonight.”

“That’s because my favorite general is one campaign away from burning out,” you said calmly. “I’d like to keep her functional and alive, if that’s alright with command.”

Her chopsticks stilled. She looked at you, really looked, and in her gaze you saw it: guilt, pride, fatigue, and something vulnerable she rarely let you see anywhere but here.

“Do I scare you?” she asked suddenly.

The question caught you off guard. You set your own spoon down.

“In the field?” you asked. “Sometimes. You terrify everyone when you’re in combat mode.”

“And here?” she pressed.

You didn’t hesitate. “No.”

Her jaw clenched. “Even when I’m… like that? When I yell? When I…” She trailed off, fingers curling slightly on the table.

“You’re demanding. Intense. Overbearing,” you said without sugarcoating it. “You forget to eat if I don’t put food in front of you. You stay up until two a.m. reading reports and then yell at the sunrise for being early. You bark orders in your sleep sometimes.”

Her ears colored.

“But you don’t scare me,” you finished. “Because I know what’s underneath all that.”

“And what is that, exactly?” she asked, voice a touch too cool.

You reached across the table and tapped her forehead lightly. “A woman who cares too much,” you said. “Who’s carrying more than she should because she doesn’t trust anyone else not to mess it up.”

“That’s not how command works,” she protested.

“That’s exactly how you work,” you countered.

Silence stretched again. The only sound was the quiet clink of your spoon against your bowl.

Finally, she sighed, shoulders slumping a little.

“I don’t like her,” she said quietly.

You blinked. “Who?”

“The General,” she replied. “The one they salute. The one they whisper about. I don’t… like the way she is.”

You sat back, considering her. This wasn’t the first time you’d heard something like it, but it was the first time she’d said it so directly.

“Then why keep being her?” you asked gently.

Her eyes flashed. “Because if I’m not, people die.”

There it was. The core of her.

You nodded slowly. “Alright,” you said. “Then we keep her. But only where she’s needed.”

Her brows knit. “What are you implying?”

“That she doesn’t get to live here,” you said, tapping the table, then gesturing vaguely to the apartment. “Here, you’re just Sullyoon. My Sullyoon.”

The fierceness in her eyes faltered, replaced by something softer, almost uncertain.

“And if I forget?” she asked, voice small enough that your heart clenched.

You smiled.

“Then I remind you,” you said. “Over and over, if I have to. I’ll drag the General out of your shoulders and hang her jacket on the wall myself.”

“You make it sound easy,” she murmured.

“It won’t be,” you acknowledged. “You’ve been her for a long time. She’s stubborn. You’re stubborn. Bad combination.”

A faint huff left her lips at that.

“But I’m stubborn too,” you went on. “And last I checked, I’m the only one she listens to.”

Her gaze dropped to her bowl. “They really wrote that in the report?”

“They did,” you said. “Word for word: ‘Strategist Y/L/N is the only verified individual capable of de-escalating General Sullyoon without loss of authority or operational readiness.’”

Her cheeks puffed slightly as she tried not to smile. “That’s ridiculous.”

“It’s accurate,” you said. “I’ve seen colonels practically faint when you glare at them. Meanwhile, I tell you to sit and you actually sit.”

“I do not—”

“You sat just now.”

“That was— you guilt-tripped me into it.”

“Still sat,” you pointed out.

She gave you a long, exasperated look that gradually melted into something almost… fond.

“You’re impossible,” she said.

“You chose me,” you replied.

“Questionable judgment,” she muttered.

“You can lead an entire army and win impossible battles,” you said. “But apparently the one thing you can’t do is pick a different partner. You’re stuck with me.”

“Unfortunately,” she said.

But her eyes were smiling now.

-----

There was a kind of quiet after dinner that only existed in this apartment.

Sullyoon showered first, emerging with damp hair and an oversized sweatshirt you’d bought her but ended up stealing back half the time. It hung loose on her, sleeves half-covering her hands, the hem nearly to her thighs. It was the opposite of her uniform: soft, shapeless, comforting.

You watched her from the couch as she padded over, barefoot, toweling her hair. The General who’d frozen a war room with a single sentence now nearly tripped over the corner of the rug because the sleeves were too long.

Instead of collapsing into her usual spot beside you, she stopped in front of the couch and looked down at you.

You looked up.

“What?” you asked.

“Move,” she said.

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

She dropped the towel over your head, covering your face. “Move,” she repeated, voice muffled through the fabric.

You flailed under the towel for a second, then yanked it down, hair now a mess. “You’re abusing your authority.”

“That’s not the only thing I abuse,” she muttered.

You squinted. “I’m afraid to ask.”

“My own health, for one,” she said.

You sobered.

“Right,” you said softly. “Which is why you’re going to sit, and I’m going to make sure your back doesn’t seize up tonight.”

Her nose wrinkled. “You make it sound like I’m eighty.”

“You act like you’re carrying eighty years of responsibility,” you said. “Lie down.”

She hesitated. “No, it’s fine, I can just—”

“Sullyoon.”

The way you said her name left no room for argument.

Her eyes searched your face, then she huffed out a breath and dropped herself lengthwise across the couch, head landing in your lap with more force than necessary.

“Happy?” she grumped, staring up at the ceiling.

“Getting there,” you said.

You adjusted her position slightly so her head rested more comfortably against your thigh. One of her hands ended up resting against your stomach, fingers unconsciously curling into the hem of your shirt.

You started gently working the tension out of her scalp, fingers combing through her damp hair, massaging small circles at her temples. You could almost feel the General’s rigid outlines dissolving under your touch.

Her eyes fluttered closed.

“Too hard?” you asked.

“No,” she murmured. “It’s… fine.”

Her voice had dropped in volume. You knew that tone—it was the one that crept in when she was halfway to sleep but still trying to pretend she wasn’t tired.

“Tell me if it hurts,” you said.

“You know I won’t,” she replied. “You’ll have to figure it out yourself.”

“I always do,” you said quietly.

You worked your way down to the back of her neck, thumbs pressing gently into the knots there. She hissed softly, shoulders twitching.

“There,” you said. “That’s where you’re holding the whole command center.”

“Feels like it,” she mumbled.

“Give some of it to me,” you said without thinking.

Her eyes opened, dark and searching.

“You already carry enough,” she said. “I can’t ask that of you.”

“You don’t have to ask,” you replied. “I took some of it the day I decided to stay by your side, remember? That wasn’t a rhetorical promise.”

Her throat bobbed.

“Why?” she asked, and the word was so raw it made your chest ache.

You paused, fingers still.

“Why what?” you asked gently.

“Why do you keep doing this?” she pressed. “Putting up with… her. The General. The way I talk. The things I say when I’m tired. The orders I throw at you. The way the others look at you for daring to speak back to me. Why…”

Her voice thinned, fraying at the edges.

“Why aren’t you afraid I’ll hurt you?” she finished, barely above a whisper.

You took a breath.

“Sullyoon,” you said quietly. She didn’t answer, so you continued, fingers resuming their slow motions. “You want the honest answer?”

“Don’t you always give that?” she said weakly.

“Yes,” you agreed. “But sometimes you pretend you don’t hear it.”

She made a noncommittal noise.

“I’m not afraid of you,” you said, choosing each word with care, “because I’ve seen you at your worst. Not just the General—the version of you that comes home after a loss and can’t even look at yourself in the mirror. The one who sits on that very floor and stares at the wall because someone under her command is never coming back.”

Her hand tightened unconsciously in your shirt.

“I’ve seen you like that,” you went on. “And you still didn’t lash out at me. You never aimed that anger at me, even when you were drowning in it. You snapped, sure—you’re human—but you never crossed that line. Not once. Not in all these years.”

“I came close,” she said hoarsely.

“You didn’t,” you corrected. “And even if one day you do slip and say something you regret? We’ll handle it. I’m not glass, Ni-oon. I can take it. I’d rather be the one standing in front of you when you break than anyone else.”

Her eyes were very wet now.

“You say that like it’s easy,” she whispered.

“It’s not,” you admitted. “Some days, you scare me. But not because I think you’ll hurt me. You scare me because I see how much you’re willing to sacrifice of yourself, and I’m terrified one day you’ll give too much and won’t know how to come back.”

Her breath hitched.

“That’s why I’m here,” you said. “That’s why I keep pulling you home. Why I take your boots off and unbutton your collar and tell you to eat and sleep. It’s not because I think you’re weak. It’s because you won’t do it for yourself.”

A tear slid sideways from the corner of her eye, disappearing into her hairline.

“…You idiot,” she murmured.

“That’s one of my better qualities,” you said lightly.

Her lips trembled in something that was almost a smile.

“What if one day I can’t switch it off?” she asked. “What if I come home and the General is all that’s left?”

You bent forward and kissed her forehead, right between her brows, where the stress lines always gathered.

“Then I’ll keep trying,” you said against her skin. “I’ll keep talking to you, not to her. I’ll keep cooking for you, and taking your boots off, and fighting you on bedtimes like a stubborn child, until you remember there’s a ‘you’ beyond the rank.”

She closed her eyes, more tears spilling now, but she didn’t sob. Her breathing just went a little uneven, catching on the edges.

“And if I never do?” she pressed.

You leaned back and looked down at her, your hand sliding to cup her cheek gently.

“Then I’ll love the General too,” you said simply. “Because she’s still you. Just a part that’s too scared to put the armor down. I’ll learn to speak her language. I already have, haven’t I?”

Her laugh was wet and soft. “You really have.”

“Only difference is,” you added, “the General thinks she can command everyone. But she listens to me.”

“Don’t get cocky,” she muttered, but the fight was gone from her voice.

“You listen when I tell you to go home,” you said. “You listen when I say, ‘Enough work.’ You listened when I called your day at nine p.m. today.”

She huffed. “Barely.”

“Still listened,” you said.

Her eyes opened again, and you saw something there you didn’t always get to see: naked gratitude, trust so absolute it almost scared you.

“You’re the only one who tells me ‘no,’” she admitted. “Everyone else either fears me or worships me. You…”

She reached up, fingers brushing your jaw.

“…You just look at me like I’m… me,” she finished lamely.

“You are you,” you said, catching her hand and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “General, soldier, stubborn woman in my sweatshirt. I’ll take every version.”

She stared at you for a long beat, then spoke in the quietest voice you’d ever heard from her.

“Stay,” she said.

“I live here,” you pointed out. “You’d have to file a transfer request to get rid of me.”

“You know what I mean,” she said.

You smiled. “Always.”

You shifted slightly, adjusting your position so you could lean back more comfortably while still cradling her head. She turned onto her side, curling closer, one arm sliding around your waist, her forehead nuzzling lightly against your stomach.

She was clingier like this, when she was exhausted and letting herself be honest. Out there, she was a fortress; in here, she was a woman who latched onto the one person who made her feel safe enough to sleep.

You rested your hand on her back, feeling each slow rise and fall of her breathing.

“Y/N?” she murmured, voice already blurred with drowsiness.

“Mm?”

“…Thank you,” she whispered.

“For what?” you asked softly.

“For… not being afraid,” she said. “For… standing in front of me. For… everything.”

You stroked her hair. “Always.”

“Promise you won’t leave?” she asked, and there it was again—pure vulnerability, stripped of all the layers of command and composure.

You leaned your head back against the couch, staring at the ceiling.

“I promise,” you said. “On one condition.”

She made a small questioning sound.

“You keep coming home,” you murmured. “No matter how hard it gets out there. No matter how much you have to be the General. You come back to me when the day’s over. Even if you feel like there’s nothing left. Even if you’re too tired to talk. Just… come back. Let me be the one place you can fall apart.”

Her grip tightened around your waist, almost desperate.

“I’ll come back,” she whispered. “Every time. As long as you’re here.”

“I will be,” you said simply.

Silence settled again, but it was warm this time, thick with shared breaths and promises and unspoken things that didn’t need words anymore.

Gradually, her breathing slowed, lengthened. The tension bled from her muscles, one by one, until her weight settled fully against you. The mighty General Sullyoon, the terror of the front lines, the woman whose signature decided the fate of entire battalions—fast asleep, curled around you like you were her anchor.

You looked down at her peaceful face, at the lashes that had intimidated recruits when she glared, now resting gently against her cheeks. You brushed an errant strand of hair from her forehead, being careful not to disturb her.

“Sleep well, Nim,” you whispered.

She didn’t answer.

You stayed like that for a long time, even after your leg started to tingle with pins and needles. Moving her felt like you’d be moving a mountain. Besides, if she woke and found you gone, you knew she’d pretend it didn’t bother her… and then stay awake another hour staring at the ceiling.

You could handle a numb leg.

Eventually, you dozed off too, head nodding slightly, your hand still resting protectively on her back.

-----

The next morning, the alarm went off at five.

You groaned, reaching blindly across the couch for your phone, only to realize you were in bed.

You blinked your eyes open.

The bedroom was dim, dawn just beginning to sketch pale outlines through the curtains. You were under the blanket, lying on your side. Your arm was draped over something warm and solid.

You looked down.

Sullyoon was pressed against you, back to your chest, your arm locked snugly around her waist. At some point during the night, she’d apparently woken, hauled both of you to bed with military efficiency, and then latched onto you like a particularly stubborn koala.

She stiffened slightly as the alarm rang again. Without looking, she snaked a hand out, grabbed your phone from the nightstand, and silenced it in one motion.

“I’ll never get used to how you do that,” you mumbled into her hair.

“Hand-eye coordination,” she said sleepily.

“You were fully asleep,” you said.

“I’m never fully asleep,” she replied, voice thick. “Occupational hazard.”

You tightened your arm around her gently. “You are here,” you countered. “That’s what matters.”

She made a noncommittal hum and shifted, turning in your hold until she was facing you. The early light softened her features, made her look almost delicate, if not for the faint scars you knew each story behind.

“We have a briefing at six,” she said.

“We?” you repeated.

“You,” she corrected. “I have three separate meetings, a status review, and a politician to terrify.”

You smiled. “Busy day.”

“Mm.”

Her eyes searched your face, lingering on the creases your pillow had left against your cheek, the barely-there stubble on your jaw.

“Five more minutes,” she said abruptly.

You blinked. “What?”

She grabbed your wrist and pulled your arm back around her, burying her face against your chest.

“Five more minutes,” she repeated, voice muffled. “General’s orders.”

You chuckled softly, relief blooming in your chest.

“Yes, ma’am,” you said, hugging her closer.

She snorted. “Idiot.”

You closed your eyes, savoring the warmth, the weight, the steady rhythm of her breathing.

This was the part no report would ever record, no medal would ever commemorate: the way the most feared woman in the country clung to you for five stolen minutes in the dawn, just a person, just tired and loved and human.

Five minutes turned into ten.

When you finally dragged yourselves out of bed, the shift began again.

She put on her uniform. The lines returned to her shoulders. The General settled over her like a familiar, heavy cloak.

But as you straightened her tie at the door, smoothing the fabric with practiced hands, you caught the flicker in her gaze—the part of her that was still Sullyoon, standing in the apartment you shared, about to become someone else for the day.

You fixed her medals, fingers sure.

“Try not to make lieutenants cry today,” you said.

“No promises,” she replied, but her tone was lighter.

You stepped back and looked her over, then nodded. “Perfect.”

She cleared her throat, straightening.

“When I return,” she said, voice slipping into that controlled, commanding cadence that sent tremors through entire divisions, “I expect dinner ready.”

You saluted. “Yes, General.”

Her eyes warmed, just a touch.

“And…” she added, almost reluctantly, “I expect my spot on the couch reserved.”

You smiled slowly. “And your nightly cuddling quota fulfilled?”

Her lips parted, then pressed together, a flush creeping up her neck.

“Don’t say it like that,” she muttered. “But… yes.”

“Yes, ma’am,” you said.

She hesitated, then reached up, fingers curling lightly in your collar to pull you down just enough. She pressed a quick, soft kiss to your lips—so fast anyone watching through the keyhole might have missed it, but filled with more than any public gesture could hold.

“You stay safe today too,” she said quietly.

“I’ll be in the command center, not the front lines,” you pointed out.

“Still,” she insisted.

You nodded. “I will. I have something to come home to.”

Her eyes softened in that way they only did for you.

She turned, hand on the doorknob, the General’s outline snapping fully into place as she squared her shoulders.

You watched her go, the click of her boots fading down the hallway.

Outside, the world was waiting for General Sullyoon: the fearsome commander, the iron-willed tactician, the nightmare of your nation’s enemies.

Inside, the warmth of last night lingered in the rumpled couch, in the spare slippers by the door, in the faint scent of her shampoo on your sweatshirt.

You smiled to yourself, locking the door behind her.

They could have their terrifying General.

You had Sullyoon.

And no matter how scary she tried to be, no matter how high she built her walls, you knew one thing with complete certainty:

Only you could tell her “enough” and make her listen.

Only you could pull the General’s jacket from her shoulders and hang it up at the end of the day.

Only you could hold the woman underneath—faults, fears, fury and all—and make her feel, for a few precious hours, that she didn’t have to command anything at all.

You glanced at the hook by the door, where her coat had hung last night, empty now, waiting patiently for her return.

“I’ll be here,” you murmured.

And you would. Every night, without fail.

Ready to dote on the scariest woman in the country until she remembered she was loved.

-----

It was less of an entrance and more of a quiet phenomenon. Seol Yoon-ah—Sullyoon to everyone who spoke of her with a mix of awe and familiarity—stepped through the main gates. A gentle breeze, as if on cue, lifted a few strands of her long, dark hair, letting them dance around a face that seemed sculpted by a deity with a particular fondness for symmetry and grace. She was dressed simply in a cream-colored knit sweater and jeans, but on her, it looked like couture.

The campus, a buzzing hive of activity, seemed to hold its breath. A ripple of awareness spread outwards from her position. Heads turned. Conversations lulled.

For Y/N, tucked away at a weather-beaten picnic table with his friends Leo and Jake, it was like watching the sun rise for a second time that day. He’d been midway through complaining about his statistics professor when his words trailed off, his gaze locking onto her. He wasn't just looking; he was absorbing the sight. The way she handled the sudden onslaught of attention was a masterclass in elegance.

A senior from the basketball team, all swagger and muscle, intercepted her with a gaudy bouquet of roses that clashed violently with the morning’s soft palette. Sullyoon offered him a small, perfect smile, accepting them with a delicate nod that was neither encouraging nor dismissive. A moment later, a freshman, stammering and blushing, thrust a box of imported chocolates into her path. She thanked him with the same gentle poise, her voice a low, melodic murmur that was lost to the distance but Y/N could imagine perfectly.

“Dude. You’re staring again,” Leo grumbled, snapping Y/N out of his trance. Leo was jabbing a plastic fork into a container of leftover noodles, his expression one of profound exasperation. “You’re going to burn a hole in the back of her head. It’s creepy.”

“I’m not staring,” Y/N mumbled, a familiar heat creeping up his neck. He forced his eyes down to the textbook on the table, though the words swam meaninglessly.

“Oh, please,” Leo scoffed, mouth full of noodles. “Your eyes are practically heart-shaped. You’re a textbook case. Grade-A, certified, hopeless romantic simp guy.”

Jake, ever the diplomat, nudged Leo with his elbow. “Leave him be. It’s not like he’s drooling. He’s just… appreciating.”

“He’s writing sonnets in his head about the way her hair catches the light,” Leo shot back, pointing his fork at Y/N for emphasis. “I can see it on his dumb face.”

Leo wasn’t entirely wrong. Y/N did notice the way the sun made her hair shine like polished obsidian. He noticed the small, genuine crinkle at the corner of her eyes that her practiced ‘campus smile’ couldn’t quite hide. He noticed how she seemed to carry a bubble of calm around her, even when surrounded by a swarm of admirers.

She was Seol Yoon-ah, a literature major with top grades, the vice-president of the university’s largest volunteer club, and the unofficial, undisputed campus goddess. Everyone knew her.

And Y/N was… well, he was Y/N. A business major who was decent at his studies, had two close friends, and possessed the social visibility of a single, unremarkable brick in the university’s grandest building. The gap between their worlds felt less like a gap and more like a cosmic chasm. He didn't have the courage to even think about crossing it. She was a star, and he was just a guy on the ground with a telescope.

She didn’t even know he existed.

Or maybe not…

The thought flickered, unbidden, a spark in the back of his mind. His friends’ banter faded into a dull hum as a memory surfaced, sharp and vivid.

It was two weeks ago. The library, close to midnight. The air was thick with the scent of old paper, caffeine, and desperation. Y/N had been hunched over a desk in a secluded corner, fighting to stay awake. He’d dropped his favorite mechanical pencil, and it had rolled under the neighboring table. As he knelt to retrieve it, he saw a pair of slender ankles and simple white sneakers.

When he stood up, his head bumped lightly against the edge of the table. A soft gasp came from the other side.

He’d emerged, rubbing his head, to find Seol Yoon-ah looking at him with wide, concerned eyes. Her face, free from the pressure of the public campus gaze, looked softer, younger. She wasn’t the untouchable sunbeam then; she was just a girl, tired and surrounded by books.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” she’d whispered, her voice even lovelier up close. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he’d mumbled, his brain short-circuiting. “My… my pencil.”

He held up the object as proof. Her worried expression melted into a small, breathtakingly genuine smile. It wasn't the polite, distant one she gave her admirers. This one reached her eyes, making them shine like stars.

“Be careful,” she’d said, her smile lingering. And then, the part that had been replaying in his mind ever since. “Good luck with your studies, Y/N.”

She had said his name.

She’d packed her things a minute later and left, leaving Y/N frozen in place, his heart thundering against his ribs. How? How did she know his name? They weren’t in any of the same core classes. They didn’t share friends. He was a ghost, a face in the crowd. Yet she had said his name as if it were a simple, known fact.

“Hello? Earth to Y/N?” Leo waved a hand in front of his face.

Y/N blinked, the present crashing back in. Sullyoon had finally navigated the gauntlet and was now walking toward the literature building, her back to them. Her gaze swept idly across the courtyard, a fleeting, unreadable expression on her face as it passed over their section.

For a terrifying second, he thought her eyes met his. He immediately ducked his head, his heart hammering just like it had in the library.

He let out a long, quiet sigh.

To everyone else, she was Seol Yoon-ah, the campus goddess. An impossible dream.

But to him, she was the girl who knew his name, and he had absolutely no idea why. And that, somehow, was infinitely more terrifying.

-----

Seol Yoon-ah maintained the smile. It was a carefully constructed thing, pleasant and non-committal, a shield as much as a greeting. She murmured her thanks for the roses, her thanks for the chocolates, her thanks for the half-dozen other small trinkets pressed into her hands as she made her way toward the literature building. Each interaction was a small performance, and she was a seasoned actress.

On the outside, she was grace personified. Composed. Serene.

On the inside, her heart was a frantic hummingbird, and her eyes were scanning, searching, desperately seeking out a single, familiar figure in the bustling courtyard.

And then she saw him.

Y/N.

He was exactly where he usually was in the mornings, at that worn-down picnic table with his two friends. He was wearing a simple grey hoodie, the hood pulled down, his dark hair slightly messy. He was laughing at something one of his friends said, his head tilted back just so. For a fraction of a second, the world fell away, and it was just him. The genuine, unforced curve of his smile sent a ridiculous, giddy warmth flooding through her chest.

Her steps faltered for only a heartbeat. She willed herself to keep moving, to maintain the facade. As her path brought her closer to his line of sight, her gaze drifted, as if by accident, toward his table.

Their eyes met.

One second. Maybe not even that long. But it was enough. She saw the flash of recognition in his eyes, followed instantly by a wave of panic as he ducked his head, suddenly fascinated by the textbook in front of him.

A pang of disappointment, sharp and familiar, pierced through her practiced composure. He’d looked away. He always looked away.

She forced the smile to stay put, gave a polite nod to another student who called her name, and finally, mercifully, escaped into the relative quiet of the literature building. She dumped the armful of gifts onto a vacant bench in the lobby—she’d sort through them later, writing polite thank-you notes for the ones with names attached—and made a beeline for the rooftop garden, her designated sanctuary.

Her two closest friends, Lily and Jiwoo, were already there, saving her a spot on a bench overlooking the campus.

The moment she sat down, the mask crumbled. Sullyoon let out a long, theatrical groan and slumped against Jiwoo’s shoulder.

“Let me guess,” Lily said without looking up from her phone, her tone dry. “You were nearly crushed by an avalanche of affection from your adoring public.”

“Worse,” Sullyoon mumbled into Jiwoo’s cardigan. “He saw me. And he looked away like I was about to give him a pop quiz.”

Jiwoo patted her head sympathetically. “He’s probably just intimidated, Yoon-ah. I mean, look at you. You’re ‘Sullyoon’.” She said her name like it was a title, a brand. “Half the guys on campus are too scared to breathe in your direction.”

“But that’s the problem!” Sullyoon sat up, her frustration bubbling over. “I don’t want him to see ‘Sullyoon’. I want him to see me. The girl who trips over air and gets ramen broth on her favorite sweaters.”

“Well, the ‘Sullyoon’ brand is all he’s ever seen,” Lily pointed out, finally pocketing her phone. “It’s been months. This silent, pining-from-afar thing is getting old. You’re Seol Yoon-ah. You could literally walk up to him and say ‘Hello, I’d like to date you now,’ and he’d probably just faint and you could drag his unconscious body to a cafe.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Sullyoon sighed, her cheeks flushing. “I can’t just do that.”

“Why not?”

Because she was terrified. Because for the first time in her life, a boy’s opinion of her truly, deeply mattered. It wasn’t about popularity or reputation. It was about Y/N. And it all came down to one rainy evening last spring.

The memory was etched into her mind, as clear and potent as the day it happened.

Flashback

She’d been leaving a late study session, a heavy downpour turning the campus pathways into slick, dark mirrors. Huddled under her umbrella, she was rushing toward the bus stop when she heard a tiny, pitiful sound from a nearby alley. A weak, mewling cry.

Curiosity piqued, she peered into the shadows. There, huddled in a soggy cardboard box, was a tiny, shivering kitten. It was soaked to the bone, its fur matted, its eyes barely open. Her heart broke. She didn’t know what to do; the campus animal shelter was closed, and she couldn’t take it back to her strict dorm.

As she stood there, paralyzed by indecision, a figure jogged past, then slowed, then stopped. It was a guy she vaguely recognized from seeing around campus. Y/N. His hoodie was soaked, plastered to his frame, and he was clearly in a hurry. He glanced at her, then followed her gaze to the box.

He didn't say a word to her. He didn't seem to care that she, the popular girl everyone tried to impress, was watching. His focus was entirely on the creature. He knelt, his knees sinking into the wet pavement, and spoke to the kitten in a low, gentle voice. He slowly reached out a hand, letting the tiny animal sniff his fingers before carefully, so carefully, scooping it up.

He cradled it against his chest, tucking it inside his jacket to shield it from the rain. He looked around, his brow furrowed in thought. Then he pulled out his phone, his fingers moving quickly as he typed, presumably looking for a 24-hour vet or shelter. He was completely absorbed, a quiet hero in a dark, wet alley. He never sought her approval, never tried to show off. He just… acted. With pure, unadulterated kindness.

She’d stood there, hidden by her umbrella and the gloom, and felt her world tilt on its axis. She had seen countless boys perform grand, empty gestures for her attention. But this—this was different. This was real. This was the quiet strength of a genuinely good person.

In that moment, she hadn’t just been impressed. She had fallen. Completely and irrevocably.

End Flashback

“You’re thinking about the cat again, aren’t you?” Jiwoo asked softly, knowing her friend’s expressions all too well.

Sullyoon nodded, a wistful smile on her face. “He was just so… gentle.”

After that night, she’d made it her mission to learn his name. She asked a friend in the business department, who pointed him out in a lecture hall. Y/N. She practiced saying it in her head. She started noticing him everywhere—his quiet presence in the library, the way he listened intently in class, the easy camaraderie he had with his friends. The more she watched, the more she liked.

The library encounter two weeks ago hadn’t been an accident. She had seen him there, tucked away in his corner, and had chosen the table next to his on purpose, her heart beating a frantic rhythm. When he’d bumped his head, her concern was real, but her saying his name was a gamble. A small, desperate attempt to bridge the chasm between them.

The stunned look on his face had been both terrifying and exhilarating.

“He probably thinks I’m a stalker now,” Sullyoon groaned, burying her face in her hands.

“Or,” Lily countered, a rare hint of softness in her voice, “he’s been thinking about it for two weeks straight, wondering how the prettiest girl on campus knows his name. You threw a rock into his quiet little pond, Yoon-ah. Now you just have to wait for the ripples.”

Sullyoon peeked through her fingers, looking out over the courtyard. From this high up, everyone looked small, anonymous. But she could still pinpoint the exact table where he sat.

Maybe Lily was right. But waiting was torture. Every polite smile she gave to another guy felt like a lie, and every time Y/N looked away, it felt like a tiny, physical rejection. She was trapped on a pedestal of her own making, and the one person she wanted to see her was too far below to get a clear view.

-----

The world looked different.

That was the only way Y/N could describe it. The memory of Sullyoon saying his name, the sound of it so clear and natural coming from her lips, had rewired his entire system. The dull grey of the lecture hall seemed a shade brighter. The droning voice of his economics professor sounded almost interesting. Even Leo’s constant, good-natured insults bounced off him like pellets off steel.

“What’s got you smiling like an idiot?” Leo had poked him during their break between classes. “Did you finally figure out what ‘amortization’ means?”

Y/N just shook his head, a grin still plastered on his face. “Something like that.”

For the first time, the chasm between him and Sullyoon didn’t feel so impossibly vast. It felt… traversable. She knew his name. It wasn't a dream. That single fact was a seed of hope, and it was blooming wildly in his chest. He wasn’t a ghost to her. He was a person. He was Y/N.

He found himself walking with his chin up, his gaze sweeping across the campus instead of being fixed on the pavement in front of him. He imagined scenarios—small, insignificant ones. Bumping into her at the coffee shop. Maybe this time, instead of a mumbled apology, he could say, “Hey, Yoon-ah.” He practiced it under his breath. It felt both thrilling and absurd.

This newfound buoyancy carried him through the rest of his morning classes and into the lunch hour rush. He was heading toward the student union building, planning to grab a sandwich, when he saw her.

She was standing near the grand central fountain, the epicenter of campus social life. The sunlight seemed to have a personal affection for her, catching in her hair and making her glow. She was laughing, a bright, musical sound that carried across the plaza. It was a sound he’d only ever imagined.

But she wasn’t alone.

Standing with her was Kang Min-jun.

If Sullyoon was the campus goddess, Min-jun was its unofficial king. The third-year Political Science major was the Student Council President, captain of the debate team, and possessed a smile so effortlessly charming it could probably broker world peace. He was tall, dressed in a crisp button-down shirt that made Y/N suddenly hyper-aware of his own slightly rumpled hoodie, and he leaned in as he spoke to Sullyoon with an air of easy intimacy.

They looked… perfect. Like a promotional photo for the university brochure. The handsome, charismatic president and the beautiful, graceful literature major, sharing a laugh by the fountain. A perfect couple.

Y/N stopped in his tracks, his buoyant mood deflating like a punctured balloon. He watched as Min-jun said something that made Sullyoon cover her mouth, her eyes crinkling in another smile. The picture was so flawless, so complete, that he felt like an intruder for even looking at it.

The warmth that had been spreading through him all morning turned into a dull, heavy ache. It wasn’t jealousy, not really. It wasn’t anger or bitterness. It was something quieter, something more profound.

It was acceptance.

Of course. Of course, she was with someone like Kang Min-jun. It made perfect, logical sense. They moved in the same orbit, breathed the same rarefied air of campus royalty.

And her knowing his name? The seed of hope shriveled. It had to be a coincidence. A fluke. Maybe he’d signed a petition she was holding once. Maybe he’d been in the background of a photo. Maybe she’d overheard one of his friends yelling his name across the quad. There were a hundred logical explanations that didn't involve her actually knowing him. He’d been a fool to let his imagination run away with him. He was the hopeless romantic simp guy, just like Leo said.

The world reverted to its usual shade of grey. Y/N turned, the sandwich forgotten, and headed in the opposite direction, his shoulders slumped. The distance between them was back, wider and more imposing than ever.

From her spot by the fountain, Sullyoon’s smile was a hostage.

“—and so, as the vice-president of the Volunteer Club, your presence at the University Gala would be incredibly symbolic,” Kang Min-jun was saying, his voice smooth and persuasive. He had cornered her the moment she’d stepped out of her building. “It would show a wonderful unity between the student government and our most active service organizations.”

Sullyoon was barely listening. Her internal monologue was a high-pitched scream. Go away, go away, please just politely go away. She knew Min-jun was a good person, but he was also relentlessly persistent. She had already turned down his invitations three times.

“That’s a very thoughtful sentiment, Min-jun-sunbae,” she said, trying to keep her tone light. The laugh Y/N had seen was a nervous tic, a desperate attempt to diffuse the suffocating formality of the conversation. “But the gala is the same weekend as our shelter renovation project. My whole team will be there all weekend. I couldn’t possibly leave them.”

“Ah, but a leader must know when to delegate!” he said with a charming, infuriating smile. “I’m sure they would manage for one evening.”

It was then, over Min-jun’s perfectly tailored shoulder, that she saw him.

Y/N. He was walking toward them, a small, hopeful smile on his face. Her heart leaped. For one insane second, she thought he might actually come over. But then she saw his eyes land on her, then on Min-jun, then back to her. She saw the exact moment the light in his expression flickered and died. She saw the hope drain from his face, replaced by a flat, resigned look that shattered her heart.

He turned and walked away.

No, no, no, no! It’s not what you think! she screamed internally.

Outwardly, her own smile faltered. The panic was cold and sharp. She had messed up. This was it. This was the moment he decided she was just another popular girl, unattainable and already taken, and moved on.

“Yoon-ah? Are you alright?” Min-jun asked, his brow furrowed with concern.

“I… I have to go,” she said abruptly, her poise completely gone. “I just remembered… a meeting. A very important meeting.”

Without waiting for his response, she practically fled, leaving a bewildered Student Council President in her wake. She didn't stop until she found Lily and Jiwoo at their usual rooftop spot, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

“He saw me,” she said, collapsing onto the bench between them. “He saw me with Min-jun and he looked so… disappointed. He thinks I’m with him!”

Jiwoo immediately wrapped an arm around her. “Breathe, Yoon-ah. Min-jun cornered you. It’s not your fault.”

“But he doesn’t know that! He just saw me laughing with the guy everyone expects me to be with!” she cried, her voice cracking. “I ruined it. The one tiny thread of connection I had, the library moment, I just snapped it.”

Lily was quiet for a long moment, her expression uncharacteristically serious. She watched Sullyoon’s distress, her usual cynicism replaced with a sharp, calculating focus.

“No, you didn’t,” Lily said finally, her voice firm. It cut through Sullyoon’s panic. “You didn’t ruin it. You just got a very clear sign that your current strategy of ‘hoping he magically reads your mind from fifty paces away’ is a complete failure.”

Sullyoon looked up, her eyes wide and teary. “What am I supposed to do?”

“You stop waiting for a chance encounter,” Lily declared, a glint in her eye. “You create one. You’re the VP of the biggest volunteer club on campus, right? You have projects. You have events. You need people.”

Jiwoo caught on. “Oh! Our club is planning that charity book cafe next month…”

“Exactly,” Lily said, leaning forward. “And I bet that event needs a lot of help. Maybe… some help with logistics? Setting up tables and equipment? Something that requires a reliable, strong, quiet guy who won't try to flirt with you the whole time.”

Sullyoon’s breath hitched. She saw where this was going.

“You’re going to walk up to him,” Lily instructed, her voice leaving no room for argument. “And you are going to ask for his help. Directly. No blushing, no running away. You give him a reason to be in your orbit that has nothing to do with roses or chocolates. You give him a job to do. You give him a purpose. And then… you see what happens.”

The two days following the fountain incident were a regression for Y/N. He retreated so far back into his shell that he was practically hermetically sealed. He took the long route to his classes to avoid the main quad. He ate lunch in the deserted basement of the engineering building, where the only company was the hum of vending machines. He put his headphones on the moment he stepped onto campus, creating a bubble of sound to insulate himself from the world—a world where Seol Yoon-ah and Kang Min-jun were a perfect, smiling couple.

He was fine. He told himself this a dozen times a day. He was a pragmatist. He had seen reality, accepted it, and was now recalibrating his expectations to zero. It was logical. It was mature.

It was also a complete and utter lie.

“You look like someone stole your lunch money and then told you your favorite dog never actually went to a farm upstate,” Leo observed, cornering him outside the computer lab. Y/N had been trying to slip past unnoticed.

“I’m just tired. Mid-term prep,” Y/N mumbled, not meeting his friend's eyes.

“Bull,” Leo said flatly. “This is about her, isn’t it? You saw her with President Perfect and now you’ve gone full-on emo.”

“I haven’t ‘gone full-on emo’,” Y/N retorted, his voice defensive. “I just realized I was being an idiot. It was a coincidence she knew my name. End of story. Now I’m focusing on what actually matters, like not failing Corporate Finance.”

He brushed past Leo and Jake, who had been listening with a concerned expression, and buried himself in a cubicle at the back of the lab. He stared at the spreadsheet on the screen, but the numbers and formulas blurred into an indecipherable mess. All he could see was her smile—the bright, easy one she had given Min-jun. The one he’d never get. He was right to give up. It was the only sane thing to do.

-----

Meanwhile, on the rooftop garden, Operation: Bridge the Chasm was in full swing. Sullyoon paced back and forth along the edge of the roof, clutching a flyer for the charity event.

“I can’t do it,” she said for what must have been the twentieth time. “What if he says no? What if he looks at me like I’m crazy? What if he asks why I’m asking him? I don’t have a good answer!”

“Yes, you do,” Lily said, her patience impressively steadfast. She was acting as director, coach, and drill sergeant all in one. “Repeat after me: ‘I’ve seen you around the library. You seem really focused and reliable.’”

“‘I’ve seen you around the library. You seem really focused and reliable,’” Sullyoon parroted, her voice a squeak. “That sounds so creepy! Like I’ve been spying on him!”

“Which you have been,” Lily deadpanned. “But he doesn’t need to know the extent of it. It’s a compliment. Guys who aren’t Kang Min-jun are not used to being complimented on their reliability. They’re used to being complimented on their new sneakers. This is better. It’s about his character.”

“Lily’s right,” Jiwoo added gently, holding out a bottle of water. “Think of it from his perspective. The VP of the Volunteer Club needs help for a charity event. She needs someone trustworthy. It’s a perfectly logical and legitimate request.”

Sullyoon stopped pacing and took a deep breath, trying to steady her hammering heart. They were right. Logically, it made sense. But her emotions were a tangled, chaotic mess. This felt like stepping off a cliff. For her entire university life, she had been passive, letting people come to her. To actively seek someone out, to make herself vulnerable to rejection from the one person whose opinion she cared about… it was terrifying.

“Okay,” she said, her voice small but firm. “Okay. I’ll do it.”

She knew his schedule. Not in a creepy, stalkerish way, but in the way one learns the rhythms of the sun and moon. She knew he often spent his late afternoons in the quieter, older wing of the main library.

“I’ll do it today.”

The walk to the library felt like the longest journey of her life. Every step was a battle between courage and cowardice. She clutched the flyer in her hand, the paper growing damp from her nervous sweat. She saw her reflection in the glass doors of the library—the composed, popular girl everyone saw. She took one more fortifying breath and pushed the door open, hoping she could borrow some of that girl’s confidence.

The library’s hushed silence was a stark contrast to the storm in her chest. She scanned the long, oak tables, her eyes searching. And then she found him. He was tucked away in a corner carrel, just as she’d predicted, bathed in the warm, golden glow of a single desk lamp. He was hunched over a thick textbook, his brow furrowed in concentration. He looked so solitary, so completely in his own world.

For a moment, she just stood there, watching him. This was the Y/N she’d fallen for. Not the one who looked away from her in the crowded quad, but this one. The quiet, intense, serious student who rescued kittens in the rain.

You can do this, Yoon-ah.

Her footsteps were soundless on the worn carpet as she approached. She stopped beside his desk, her shadow falling over his textbook.

He didn’t look up at first. She cleared her throat, a tiny, barely audible sound.

That got his attention. Y/N looked up slowly, and his eyes widened in shock, the color draining from his face. He looked like a startled deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car.

“S-Seol Yoon-ah?” he stammered, immediately starting to gather his things as if his very presence was an inconvenience. “Sorry, am I in your spot? I can move.”

“No!” she said, a little too loudly. A librarian shot them a stern look from across the room. Sullyoon winced, lowering her voice to a frantic whisper. “No, you’re not in my spot. I… I came here to find you.”

Confusion washed over his features, replacing the panic. “Me? Why?”

Her carefully rehearsed lines evaporated. Her brain went completely blank. All she could do was extend her trembling hand and offer him the flyer, as if it were a sacred text.

“Our club,” she began, her voice shaky. “The Volunteer Club. We’re hosting a charity book cafe next month to raise funds for the local children’s library. We’re collecting book donations, and we’ll be selling coffee and pastries.”

Y/N stared at the flyer, then back up at her, his expression unreadable. “Okay. That sounds… nice.”

“It is!” she confirmed, nodding enthusiastically. “But it’s a lot of work. We have to move hundreds of books, set up all the tables, the coffee machines, the sound system… It’s a lot of heavy lifting and logistical stuff.” She took a breath. This was it. The moment of truth. “And, um, I was put in charge of finding a few reliable people to help lead the setup crew. People who are… focused. And dependable.”

She looked him straight in the eye. “I remembered seeing you in the library that night, and you seem like a very serious, no-nonsense kind of person. I was wondering… if you’d be willing to help out?”

Silence.

It stretched for an eternity. Y/N’s mind was a maelstrom. This made no sense. He’d just spent two days convincing himself he was a ghost to her, and now she was here, asking for his help, complimenting his… reliability? He glanced around, half-expecting to see Kang Min-jun waiting in the wings, for this to be some elaborate prank. But it was just her, looking at him with wide, hopeful eyes, a faint blush on her cheeks that was only visible in the warm lamplight.

She was nervous.

The campus goddess, the untouchable Seol Yoon-ah, was nervous. Talking to him.

The cynical, rational part of his brain screamed at him to say no, to retreat back to the safety of his anonymity. But the other part, the small, stubborn flicker of hope that he’d tried so hard to extinguish, flared back to life.

“Yeah,” he heard himself say, his own voice sounding distant and strange. “Okay. I can help.”

The relief that washed over Sullyoon’s face was so profound, so radiant, it nearly knocked the wind out of him. Her shoulders, which had been tensed up to her ears, visibly relaxed.

“Really?” she breathed, a genuine, dazzling smile breaking through her anxiety. It was the same smile he’d seen in the library weeks ago. The real one. “That’s… that’s great. Thank you.”

She quickly jotted down her contact number on the flyer. “I’ll message you the details for our first planning meeting. Thank you again, Y/N. You have no idea how much this helps.”

And with that, she gave him one last, brilliant smile and practically floated away, leaving Y/N sitting alone in the silent library, staring at a crumpled flyer with a series of digits on it that felt heavier and more significant than any textbook he’d ever owned.

-----

For a full five minutes after Sullyoon left, Y/N didn’t move. He sat perfectly still in the quiet hum of the library, his entire being focused on the crumpled flyer in his hand. On it, in neat, elegant Hangul, was her name and a string of ten digits.

It felt like holding a lightning bolt.

His brain, which had been operating on a logical, self-preservation-based program for the past 48 hours, simply crashed. The blue screen of death appeared in his mind. He rebooted.

Seol Yoon-ah sought me out. She asked for my help. She gave me her number.

He read the sentence again in his head. And again. It refused to compute. He picked up his phone with a trembling hand and carefully, meticulously, typed in the number. He stared at the new contact entry.

Seol Yoon-ah

It looked alien on his screen, nestled between ‘Leo (Dumbass)’ and ‘Mom’.

A slow, disbelieving laugh escaped his lips, sounding loud and strange in the silence. He quickly slapped a hand over his mouth. He felt a giddy, terrifying energy bubbling up inside him, a feeling so potent it made him want to run a marathon. The world wasn't grey anymore. It was exploding in technicolor.

He packed his bag in a frenzy and practically sprinted out of the library. He found Leo and Jake by the campus convenience store, arguing over which flavor of instant noodles was superior.

“It’s not a coincidence,” Y/N said, breathless, skipping any form of greeting.

Leo looked up, mid-gesticulation about the virtues of spicy chicken flavor. “What’s not a coincidence? The fact that you always show up when we’re about to eat?”

“Her!” Y/N said, waving his phone like a madman. “Sullyoon. She didn’t just know my name by accident. She came and found me. In the library. She asked me to help her with a charity event.”

Jake’s eyes widened. “Seriously? That’s amazing, man!”

Leo was more skeptical. He squinted at Y/N, then snatched the phone from his hand. He scrolled to the new contact, his jaw slowly dropping. “No way. You’re not messing with me? This is her actual number?”

“She wrote it down herself,” Y/N said, a ridiculously proud grin spreading across his face.

Leo stared at the phone, then at Y/N, then back at the phone. He finally handed it back, a look of profound shock on his face. “Well, I’ll be damned. The hopeless romantic simp guy actually got a side quest from the princess.” He shook his head in disbelief. “Don’t mess this up. Your entire character arc depends on it.”

Y/N didn’t even register the insult. He was on another plane of existence. He wasn’t just going to help; he was going to be the most helpful person in the history of university volunteer events. This was his chance. Not a chance to date her—his brain wasn’t audacious enough to leap that far—but a chance to exist in her world. A chance to prove that her faith in his reliability was not misplaced.

That night, he didn’t study for his finance quiz. He fell down a rabbit hole of event planning tutorials. He watched videos on how to properly coil audio cables. He read articles about optimal crowd flow for cafe-style events. He made a list in a fresh notebook: Potential Problems & Solutions for Charity Book Cafe. He was going to be prepared. He was going to be indispensable.

The first planning meeting was held in a small, sterile club room with a large whiteboard and a collection of mismatched chairs. True to his new calling, Y/N arrived fifteen minutes early.

The door was already ajar. He peeked inside to see Sullyoon, Lily, and Jiwoo arranging chairs around a large table. Sullyoon was wearing a simple white t-shirt and jeans, her hair tied back in a loose ponytail. She looked less like a goddess and more like a person, and the sight made his heart perform a complicated acrobatic routine.

“Y/N!” she said, her face lighting up the moment she saw him. The smile was genuine, and it was directed entirely at him. It sent a jolt of electricity straight to his core. “You’re early. I’m so glad you could make it.”

“Of course,” he said, trying to sound cool and casual, but his voice came out a bit too eagerly. “I wanted to be prepared.”

Lily gave him a long, appraising look, a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes. Jiwoo offered a warm, encouraging smile.

“Great,” Sullyoon said, her relief palpable. “We can go over the main floor plan before everyone else gets here.”

For ten blissful minutes, it was perfect. He and Sullyoon stood side-by-side at the whiteboard, her lavender scent faintly reaching him. He pointed out a potential bottleneck near the coffee station based on his "research," and she looked at him with genuine impressiveness. “Wow, I didn’t even think of that. That’s a great point.”

He felt his chest swell with pride. He was helping. He was contributing.

And then the door opened, and the real world came crashing in.

Kang Min-jun strode into the room, exuding an aura of effortless importance. He wasn't even a member of the Volunteer Club, but he walked in as if he owned the place.

“Yoon-ah, I’m glad I caught you,” he said, his smooth voice cutting through their conversation. “Sorry to interrupt your… meeting.” He gave the room, and Y/N, a cursory glance that dismissed them as unimportant.

Sullyoon’s smile tightened instantly. “Sunbae, this is a planning session for the charity cafe. Was there something you needed?”

“Always,” he said with a charming laugh. “The gala committee is in a deadlock over the floral arrangements, and your input as a literature major with an eye for aesthetics would be invaluable.”

Y/N immediately felt himself shrink. The gala. The Student Council President. Floral arrangements. This was her world. A world of high-level decisions and important people. What was he doing here talking about table placement?

Sullyoon tried to deflect. “I’m sure they can manage, Sunbae. Right now, we really need to finalize the volunteer schedule—”

“It’ll only take a moment of your time,” Min-jun insisted, stepping closer to her, effectively creating a barrier between her and Y/N.

Y/N saw the flicker of frustration on Sullyoon’s face, but his brain misinterpreted it completely. He saw a girl torn between her duty to her small club and her responsibility to the far more important Student Council President. He felt a sudden, powerful urge to make things easier for her. She had asked him to be reliable, and right now, the most reliable thing he could do was remove himself as an obstacle.

“Yoon-ah-ssi,” Y/N said, the formal honorific slipping out naturally. It felt appropriate now, a way to re-establish the proper distance between them. Sullyoon flinched almost imperceptibly at the word.

“You should go ahead and help President Kang,” Y/N continued, gesturing toward Min-jun. “His business sounds urgent. The rest of us can handle the scheduling. We can just message you the final draft for approval.”

He was trying to be helpful. He was trying to be noble, to step aside and let her attend to her real, important life.

He didn't see the look of utter defeat that washed over Sullyoon’s face. He didn't see the murderous glare Lily was shooting in his direction. All he saw was Kang Min-jun’s triumphant smile.

“See? Your team is perfectly capable,” Min-jun said smoothly, placing a light hand on the small of Sullyoon’s back to guide her toward the corner of the room. “Now, about these lilies…”

As the other club members trickled in, the meeting proceeded, but its heart had been ripped out. Sullyoon was trapped in a corner, politely listening to Min-jun drone on while her eyes kept darting back to the group with a desperate, pleading look that Y/N completely missed.

He, along with Jiwoo and a few others, dutifully filled out the whiteboard. But the joy was gone. He felt like a glorified intern, a background character who had correctly understood his role was to fade away when the main actors took the stage. He had done the right thing, he told himself. He had helped her. But as he packed up his bag at the end of the meeting, watching Min-jun walk her out of the room, still talking animatedly, Y/N couldn’t shake the hollow, aching feeling that he had somehow failed a test he didn’t even know he was taking.

-----

The club room door clicked shut, leaving Y/N in a hallway that suddenly felt cold and vast. He had done the logical thing, the practical thing. He had helped. So why did it feel like he had just walked away from the scene of an accident, one where he was solely at fault? The hollow ache in his gut wasn't just disappointment anymore; it was the heavy, cloying feeling of regret.

He was so wrapped up in the fog of his own thoughts that he didn’t see them until they were right in front of him, blocking his path like a verdict he couldn't escape.

It was Sullyoon’s friends, Lily and Jiwoo. Lily stood with her arms crossed, her expression radiating an intensity that made him feel like a specimen under a microscope. Jiwoo stood slightly behind her, her hands clasped, a look of profound sympathy on her face that was, somehow, even more terrifying.

“Y/N-ssi,” Lily began, her voice dangerously level. “A word.”

“Is something wrong?” Y/N asked, his own voice sounding weak. “Did I mess up the volunteer schedule?”

“Oh, you messed up,” Lily confirmed, taking a deliberate step forward. “But not with the schedule. Let’s talk about that little performance in there. Why, in your opinion, did Yoon-ah personally track you down to ask for your help?”

He fell back on the explanation that had become his shield. “She said she needed reliable people. That I seemed focused.”

“And you believed that was the whole story?” Lily’s laugh was short and sharp, completely devoid of humor. “You believe that out of this entire university, you were the single most ‘focused and reliable’ candidate? A guy she’s never spoken to before?”

He had no answer. The logic of her question was undeniable, chipping away at the flimsy foundation of his reasoning.

“Look,” he tried, a desperate edge to his voice. “I was just trying to be helpful. President Kang had important business with her. It was obvious. I was just in the way.”

It was Jiwoo who spoke this time, her voice gentle but firm, cutting through his defenses more effectively than Lily’s sharpest interrogation. “Did you actually look at her, Y/N? Did you see her face when Min-jun-sunbae came in? She wasn’t happy. She was trying to get away. She wanted to be there, at that whiteboard, talking to you.”

The memory of Sullyoon’s tight smile surfaced in his mind. He’d interpreted it as polite stress. Had it been frustration?

“And then you called her ‘Yoon-ah-ssi’,” Lily added, her voice dropping, each word a carefully placed stone. “You built a wall between you two the second you felt threatened. You took the warmth she offered you and threw it back in her face because you were too scared to hold it.”

The accusation hit him squarely in the chest. Threatened. Scared. He was both of those things. He couldn’t deny it.

“Because it’s one-sided,” he finally choked out, the admission feeling like tearing something from his own soul. “I… I really like her. But I know my place. She’s Sullyoon. I was just trying not to make things difficult for her by being… me.”

A long silence hung in the air. The anger on Lily’s face finally seemed to dissolve, replaced by a look of profound, weary exasperation. She sighed, running a hand through her hair.

“You absolute, world-class idiot,” she said, but the venom was gone, replaced by something almost like pity. “It was never one-sided. Not for a single second.”

Y/N stared at her, his mind refusing to process the words.

“She’s been completely gone for you for months,” Lily continued, laying the truth bare. “Ever since last spring. A rainy night, a stray kitten in an alley? Does that ring a bell? You were so focused on helping it you never even saw her standing there. That was it. That was the moment. This whole charity event, asking you for help… it was all just a ridiculously elaborate excuse to get close to you because she was too scared to just walk up and say hi.”

The world stopped spinning. A kitten. The rain. He remembered the shivering creature, the rush to find a shelter. He had been so absorbed, he’d felt completely alone. But she had been there. Watching.

The foundation of his reality didn’t just crack; it disintegrated. Every glance, every smile, the library encounter—it was all re-contextualized in a blinding flash. It wasn’t a series of fortunate accidents. It was a pattern. It was intentional.

It was real.

He felt a wave of dizziness, leaning a hand against the cool wall to steady himself. He looked at the two young women in front of him, who had just taken his entire worldview and turned it inside out. They hadn’t done it to be cruel. They had done it to help them both.

He straightened up, taking a deep, shaky breath. The fog in his mind was clearing, replaced by a terrifying, exhilarating clarity.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice quiet but clear. He looked directly at Lily, then at Jiwoo. “Seriously. Thank you for… for waking me up. I think I’ve been asleep for a long time.”

Lily gave a single, sharp nod, a flicker of a smile finally gracing her lips. “Don’t thank us. Just don’t mess it up again.”

He knew what he had to do. He had to find her. He had to apologize. He had to tell her… something. Anything. He offered them a grateful, determined look and turned, his steps now filled with a purpose that hadn't been there minutes before. He walked out of the building and into the evening, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs—a rhythm of hope and terror intertwined.

The campus was awash in the golden-orange hues of sunset. He scanned the quad, his eyes searching desperately. He started towards the literature building, his pace quickening.

And then, he saw her.

She was standing in a secluded alcove near the library, partially shaded by the sprawling branches of an old ginkgo tree. It was a famously picturesque spot, one often used by couples.

She wasn't alone. Kang Min-jun was with her.

Y/N stopped in his tracks, his breath catching in his throat. He was too far away to hear their words, but their body language painted a devastatingly clear picture. Min-jun was speaking to her with an intense earnestness, his expression serious. Sullyoon’s face was turned up towards his, her hands clasped in front of her. She looked conflicted, her brow furrowed.

As Y/N watched, frozen, Min-jun reached out and gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. It was a gesture of such casual, profound intimacy that it made Y/N’s stomach clench.

Then, Min-jun took her hand. He didn’t grab it; he held it, his thumb stroking the back of her palm as he leaned in, his voice seeming to drop to a conspiratorial whisper. Sullyoon didn’t pull away. She just stood there, her eyes locked with his.

The fragile, beautiful truth he had been handed just minutes ago felt like a lie. It was a porcelain vase, and from his hidden vantage point, he had just watched it fall to the ground and shatter into a thousand pieces.

The girls had to be wrong. Or maybe he had just been too late.

Because they looked, in that perfect, painful, stolen moment, like two people in love, sorting through a world that only they understood.

You adjust your fake stomach and your gray long hair wig. You fix your hat, as you finally rest your head up against the wall behind you. With a crack of the door, you hear the kids scream out and cheer. In steps your little helper. She may not have been an elf but she was surely an angel.

“The kids are screaming out for you.” You chuckle at Karina's words.

“You know how hot this thing is?” She just laughs at your statement.

“Come on Santa, I don’t think I can keep them entertained much longer.” You sigh out in having to go out again to the many little rascals awaiting you.

You down as much of the water as you can before putting on your fake beard. 

“All good.” Karina approaches you and fixes your beard and makes sure your belt is tightly wrapped around your fake belly.

“All good Santa.” You let out a deep sigh, ready to go out.

You painfully take slow steps to delay you from going back out but Karina playfully slaps you on the back multiple times.

“Just remember today’s the last day. After that the curse of being Santa will be lifted off you.” One of her cute chuckles follows after as she pushes you near the door.

You grab the doorknob and turn back towards Karina.

“After a whole week of this, I’m expecting milk and cookies.” Karina just laughs at you.

“I told you, ‘I’ll make all the cookies you want.’ Now let's go.” You groan out again before opening the door and putting on your best “ho ho ho” for the kids.

.

.

With your wet hands, you run through your hair, the cool water that was still on them. You feel the cool feeling it has on your scalp. You splash some water on your face next before patting it dry with a towel. You take a seat and let out a breath of relief to the end of your Santa duties.

Just as you relax and mellow out, your door opens. Peaking in, Karina gives you a smile before coming in and closing the door behind her. 

“Great job!” You just give her a smile.

You knew you weren’t the best santa. You just did what you could in place of the person who they paid for and couldn’t make it.

“I did alright.” 

“Don’t say that! You did great! You were a great Santa!” Karina pouts at you.

You wave off her compliments. 

“If there was anyone who did a better job it was you. I mean…” You look her up and down.

You're not sure why her husband put her in that kind of outfit. Karina looked hot for sure, but for a “kids” event. It probably wasn’t warranted… then again it probably did it’s job, considering the amount of male parents and guardians you saw in the audience.

“What are you talking about!? You did great, I’m just your helper.” Karina puts both her hands on her hips and pouts at you again.

You see how adorable she is, despite the outfit she’s in. You raise up your hand in the form of a high-five.

“Great team work then? I really couldn’t have done it without you.” You Karina’s pout turns into a smile.

Removing her hands from her waist, she opens them up to you in the form of a hug.

“I don’t think you want me hugging you.” Karina just snickers at you denying her hug.

“Oh come on, you don’t think I’m hot in my outfit as well?” You look at her up and down again.

You don’t know how she was hot in the outfit she was in… She was hot in the outfit for sure but with how her outfit was, you're not sure how she could have sweated like you in your Santa suit. 

The top she had on basically only covered the magnificent tits she had and covered only part of her torso. The sleeves she had on were basically slip on. Her furry skirt barely covered her lower half, considering they showed off her thighs well and she had to wear safety shorts under. Her leg warmers and boots were the cherry on top of her outfit and complemented the rest of her outfit well. Including the expensive pearls that adorned her neck.

“Come on, team hug.” You get up and decide to accept Karina’s hug.

Hell, who knew when you’d be able to get a hug from Karina again.

The two of you embrace as Karina lets out a hum to the hug. You feel the tight squeeze she has on you. A smile forms on your face as you hug her tighter. It was a nice warm feeling, one you haven’t had in a while, considering your wife was out of town for work during the holidays.

As the two of you still embrace each other, as Karina’s breasts pushed up against your chest, you hear an audible “ow” come from her. The hug gets broken immediately as Karina turns away from you.

“Is everything okay Karina?” You try to look over Karina’s shoulder to see what’s wrong.

All you get is her covering her chest and giving you her best answer that was obviously a lie.

“I’m fine.” She adds in a playful laughter that is more of nervousness than that of a confident one.

“You sure?” Karina nods her head.

You weren’t that close to Karina. She had just recently moved into the neighborhood. Despite all that the week you’ve spent working together, you can confidently say, you’ve grown closer to her. With that you were worried for her, you know your eyes and ears didn’t fool you in what you saw and heard.

“Karina, you can tell me what's wrong.” You take a pause and think perhaps you’ve potentially hurt Karina with your tight hug.

“If I hurt you, I’m…” Karina interrupts you by turning around.

“Oppa, no! It’s just…” You see a blush form on her face, as she still covers her chest.

You look at her still worried. Karina takes a deep sigh before looking at you.

“Promise me you won’t think weird.” 

“I promise.” Karina turns around and hurries to the door.

Making sure it’s closed tightly. She turns the lock on the doorknob, locking it. She hurries back to you. You still see the redness on her face.

“So you know how I just recently had a baby, well…” Karina hesitates.

“I’ve kind of been producing a lot of…” Karina pouts out in embarrassment.

You know where this is going and don’t need her to continue any further.

“Okay, I think I get where this is going.” You let out a playful chuckle.

“You do?” You scratch the back of your head.

“I mean a bit. With you producing that much… milk, you just gotta let some out.” Karina pouts to your words.

“I wish it was that easy…” You look at her confused.

“What do you mean by that?” Karina unknowingly cups her breasts in front of you.

“Lately, it’s been hard to… get the milk to flow out.” Karina lets go of her breasts and looks at you sadly.

You finally understood the situation now. 

“Has it um… been painful when you feed?” Karina shakes her head.

“Not really. I mean a bit. Baby still gets what it needs but… it’s not free flowing as before.” You see the frustration on Karina’s face.

“Have you um tried…” You clear your throat. “Massage techniques to help your breast milk flow out better?” Karina looks at you curiously.

“No, that's a thing!?” You give her a puzzled look, thinking she should have probably known that small little fact as a breastfeeding mother.

“Um yeah…” Karina groans out in not knowing the information you just told her.

Cupping her breasts again she pouts. You watch as she softly squeezes her breasts.

“Well as good as that information is, sadly there’s no one to massage my breasts.” You're flabbergasted by what Karina just said.

“I mean, I’m sure your husband’s willing to help.” Karina shakes her head.

“I mean he can but he thinks with milk coming out of me, it’s weird.” Karina pouts as she lets go of her breasts.

You're in shock of what you just heard from Karina. 

“He was all over them when we dated and when we were trying to have our first but now. With milk coming out of my breasts, he thinks it’s weird. Like he still loves me but…” Karina lets out a sigh.

“He won’t go anywhere near my tits.” You're in awe that someone married to Karina was weirded out by her breast milk. 

If it were you, you’d be with her all day. Even trying to get some of that precious golden milk.

“Well I don’t know what to say besides, your husband being the weird one. I don’t want to be harsh but I think it’s natural. You’re a mom now and yeah…” You scratch your head as your monologue to Karina gets lost.

“Thanks.” Karina chuckles at what you said before her imaginary lightbulb goes off.

“Oppa! I have a request.” You look at her curiously.

“I hope it’s not too much but…” Karina takes in a deep breath before shyly smiling at you.

“I was wondering, if you could help massage my breasts…” Your eyes widen to Karina's request.

“Uh… Karina. I don’t think…” Karina interrupts you.

“Oppa please!” She puts her hands together practically begging you.

“It’s so sore and it hurts.” The pout she adds at the end doesn’t help you from denying her at all either.

“Please… just this once.” You sigh out to Karina’s begging and pleading.

Fuck it. What did you have to lose? Your morals? All that went out the window a long time ago.

“Sure.” Your words bring excitement to Karina as she jumps up and down.

You watch as her breasts bounce to each of her jumps. The scene gets you going, as you feel the blood in your body start to rush to certain areas.

“So um, how do we do this?” You turn back to the couch and take a seat.

“Sit on the ground below me and… open your top for me.” Karina nods to your command and does as you say.

You watch from above, as Karina sits, facing the other way. With a grab of her zipper and pull, her top comes undone. Out in the open was her magnificent breasts held together by a white strapless bra.

Reaching in the front, Karina undoes the hook, opening the bra. Karina breathes a sigh of relief to being free of the restricting bra. She gives her breasts a couple soothing massage before grabbing the bra that dropped on the ground and handing it to you.

You examine how big it is. You take a quick whiff of it smelling Karina’s perfume on it. You fold it neatly, placing it on the side, before warming up your hands. 

With a few rubs of your hands, you start your massage at Karina’s shoulders. Karina hums out to your soothing touch, as she closes her eyes and arches her head back.

“Is this part of it?” You just smile at her words.

“Yeah, it’s to help you relax. Relaxation is the most important part.” Karina just hums out to your words as you apply more pressure.

You scoot forward on the couch as you continue your shoulder massage. You look down below finally seeing Karina’s breasts. You see how plump they are and know how filled with milk they are. You see the delicate nipples Karina has. They entice you to pinch them and latch on to them with your mouth. To get a taste of Karina’s milk, milk her husband never tasted.

You can’t help yourself any longer, as your hand slides under Karina’s arm. You instantly cup Karina’s breasts as she moans out. You slowly apply pressure to them, as Karina lets soft hums and moans out.

“Let me know if I’m too rough.” Karina just nods her head to your words.

You continue on with your work, as you move her breasts in a circular motion. You feel how soft and plump her breasts are. You feel the heaviness to them. You know it’s most likely due to the milk she has stored up that hasn’t been released.

You stop your circle motion on her breasts and massage her tits like before. You see the nubs of her nipple and the areola around them. Your fingers brush over them as Karina moans out. You brush over them again with her letting another moan out.

“Relax.” You can’t help but let a breath of hot air into Karina's exposed ear. 

“Relax.” Karina just nods to your whispers as her body shudders.

You softly pinch Karina’s nipples. You don’t pinch them hard enough to cause pain, instead you pinch them just enough so Karina can feel them. To make sure the milk can flow out properly. You give them a soft pull, causing Karina to moan out again. You give them another tug, getting the same reaction from Karina again. 

You flick your fingers up and down on her nipples, feeling them flex to your subtle soft flicking. A few flicks is all you do before you return back massaging Karina’s breasts. You move them in a circular motion again to then cupping them and giving them a good squeeze. 

You know, you can do this all day. Hell your cock was basically sticking out of your oversized pants and almost hitting the back of Karina’s neck. Again you could do this all day but to really help Karina you move on to the next step of the massage.

In a circular motion, you place your fingers on Karina’s breasts. Applying pressure on a spot, you start your work. A hum of satisfaction comes from Karina as you move around her breasts applying the same technique. 

All of that comes to an end once you grab Karina’s breasts again, applying pressure to it before moving to the side of her breasts. In a slow moving motion, you push forward to the front of her breasts to stimulate the flow of where the milk should go. Each motion, causing Karina to let out a small moan, along with a hum of satisfaction.

You move on to the last step of the massage. You give her one last massage on each breasts before pinching her nipples. Another groan is earned from her as you position your hand in a “c” like shape around her breasts. Applying some pressure to her breasts, out flows the golden white color of her breast milk.

Karina lets out a loud satisfying hum as you gently squeeze her breast milk. Each shot of her milk shooting out onto the soft carpet below you. Each one after it has made its shot drips onto your fingers. 

You feel your cock tent out of your oversized pants at this point. You wish you could taste her milk, instead of wasting it on the carpet.

You give her breasts a few more squeezes as the milk sprays out. You then move her breasts in a circular motion to stimulate the milk inside. A few moments is all you need before you squeeze at her breasts again. Out sprays her golden white milk again.

“Oppa…” Karina breaks free of your hold and gets up.

You think you’ve hurt Karina in some way again. You weren’t rough with her but you're still sure you somehow hurt her. Just as you think that, Karina aims her ass towards your lap. Without warning, she plants herself on your ass.

On instinct you grab her breasts. Putting your hands in the right position, you gently apply pressure on her breasts again, getting her milk to spray out. Just as you do so, you hear Karina moan out.

“That’s it oppa… that feels so good.” You feel Karina move her lower half on your lap.

You start to get hot, as you feel your erect cock poke the lower back of Karina. You think the furry skirt Karina wore. You're sure the thick texture of the skirt helps shield Karina from knowing how hard you were for her.

You get a couple more squeezes in on Karina’s breasts before she gets a hold of your hands. She stops you as she leans back against you. Your fingers instinctively go to her dripping nipples and simulate them as Karina lets out a moan.

“It feels so good, oppa.” You brush your fingers on Karina’s nipple more.

Karina lets out another moan as she practically melts in your arm. All of it becomes too much for Karina though, as she finally lifts herself off you and breaks free of your hold. She breathes out a sigh of relief before cupping her breasts and wiping herself clean of her breasts milk.

You see the breast milk on your hands. You get a quick taste in as Karina faces the other way. You taste the warm sweet taste of Karina’s golden milk.

“Your amazing oppa! I think if it’s not too much to ask, I think we should do this a…” Karina turns around and looks at you.

She stutters on her sentence. You hope Karina didn’t catch you licking her milk off your hands. Just as you think she perhaps did, you follow where her eyes latch on to. You see the tent formed in your pants. You quickly bring your soaked hands over it, covering it.

“Ah… sorry Karina.” Your face gets red hot as Karina just lets out a giggle to your embarrassment.

“It’s okay oppa. It’s natural.” With those words, Karina gets on her knees and places both her hands on your thighs.

“Uh… Karina.” Karina shushes you with a finger to her lips.

“Since you helped milk me and make me feel so good…” Karina cups her breasts and gives them a couple bounces for you before returning her hands on your thighs.

“Let me help you out.” She gives you a smile. One that told you she was serious.

“You sure?” Karina affirms you with a head nod.

She affirms her words even more, when her hands travel to your oversized pants, tugging it down. The only thing stopping it from slipping off to Karina’s will was the suspenders on your shoulders.

You get a more physical pull from Karina this time. You relent in whatever morals you still held on to and let the straps fall off your shoulders. Easily dropping to the floor is your pants and poking against your boxers was that of your cock. Karina giggles to the scene before her fingers dig into the hem of your boxers.

“Let’s see what Santa’s hiding.” With a bite of her lips and a lift of your hips, your boxers slide down to your ankles.

The awe in Karina’s face tells you she loves what she sees. You swallow the lump in your throat as Karina takes hold of your cock, delivering a slow shallow handjob to you. You feel each slow motion she gives, as she just stares at you with her eyes.

You don’t move an inch as you get lost in her eyes and her hand working your shaft. With each stroke of her hand, you feel your precum slowly leak out of you and leak it does. You watch as Karina dabs a finger at your precum. Seeing how slick and sticky it is as the trail of precum snaps, when she raises it up to examine it.

Without warning, Karina does the unthinkable and wraps her lips around the head of your cock. You let out an audible moan, as you feel her tongue flick at your slit. Each flick collects the precum you just let out. 

As you feel and hear Karina swallow your precum, you let out another moan. You feel Karina start working her way down your shaft. Each motion and bob of her head brings her closer and closer to the base of your cock.

You groan out, once you feel her nose pressed up against you. You relish in the feeling of your cock buried in her throat. Karina only holds you there briefly before unsheathing from your cock. She gives your cock a nice lubricant spit before going back down on you.

You hear her hum out to the taste of you. You feel how slippery and sensitive your cock is as it hits the right spots in Karina’s mouth to send your sensitivity into overdrive. Spitting your cock out, Karina delivers wet kisses to the underside of your shaft before going down to your balls.

Your head arches back further into the couch, as you feel her take one in. The vibration from her humming makes you straighten out your legs. The excessive licking and sucking of your balls makes you want to blow your load right then and there in Karina’s hands as she strokes you vigorously.

You hold in your premature ejaculation though. You wanted more than just to get Karina’s mouth.

Just as Karina sticks your cock back into her mouth, a couple bobs of her head is all she gets. You cup her chin and slip yourself out. You share a deep passionate kiss with her, as your right hand grabs her left breasts. A couple squeeze is all you need before her milk flows out and soaks your hand. You break the kiss as both you and Karina’s head meet.

“I don’t think I can hold it in much longer. I want more.” Your hand travels from Karina’s leaking breasts down to her abdomen.

Just as your fingers reach into her furry skirt. She gets a hold of your hand. You close your eyes, knowing you probably overstepped your boundaries. 

Just as you accept the feeling of disappointment that you set yourself up for, you get a quick peck on your lips. You open your eyes as Karina gets up.

With a swipe on her left breasts, Karina takes in a finger filled with her milk. She gets a taste of her own sweet milk and smiles at you. Lifting her skirt up, she then slides down the thin safety shorts. Following after them was the elegant-white lace trimmed panties she had on.

She struggles briefly to get the shorts and panties off her leg warmer and boots, as she practically stumbles. But she gets them off, as she drops the shorts to the side and throws her panties at you. 

You catch them, feeling a wet spot on her panties. You look at Karina rub her well shaven pussy, as you take a whiff of her panties. Right as you get a good smell of her panties in, Karina straddles you immediately. With her panties still in hand, you can’t help but grab her ass, as she starts grinding on your length.

“I hope you like your little present Santa.” Karina gives you a devilish smile, as she picks up the pace and grinds against your length.

You know Karina isn’t talking about what the two of you are going to do next. With her little gift still in your hand, you lift Karina up. With a hold of your cock, you aim it towards her entrance. Without your que, Karina lowers herself on your cock. The two of you groan out to the feel of each other’s respective organs.

You feel yourself spear in Karina’s tight cunt, as a set of Karina’s nails dig into your shoulder. The brief pain finally subsides once Karina’s ass hits your thighs.

You hear the moans of Karina echo out into the small room, as both her hands now cling on to your shoulder. A brief moment of adjustment is all Karina needs before she starts grinding on your cock.

Your hands grab her waist, as it makes contact with her furry skirt. You feel her effortless movement on your shaft as she gets off to your cock stuffing her insides. 

Your hands move on from her hips up to her breasts. A little pressure is all you need as her milk sprays out at you. You feel the droplets hit your white t-shirt, soaking it. Karina lets out a playful giggle before pulling on your shirt. With a pull, your shirt is off you and discarded to the side.

A few touches on your chest is all Karina needs before her hands are back on your shoulders. Just as her hands find their placement, you feel her start bouncing on your cock. Each up and down motion makes her let out an erotic moan. 

You grab both her breasts again. Just like before a small amount of pressure is all you need for her milk to shower you. Sticking out your tongue, you aim Karina’s breasts to your awaiting mouth. With a squeeze your taste buds are met with the sweet warm tastes of Karina’s breasts milk.

You continue your milking on Karina’s breasts, as her milk sprays out soaking you and filling your mouth. As you milk Karina, you feel your cock coated with Karina’s slick. Each bounce she gives you is harsher and harsher, mirroring her ever groaning moans.

Everything about Karina drove you crazy right now. You let go of her breasts and pull her forward. You get a yelp from Karina before her moans take over again. 

Latching onto one of her breasts, you suck on it like that of a toddler. You take Karina’s milk right from the source, as her hands push your head in more.

You feel yourself get harder than ever, as Karin’s cunt tights around your cock. The riding Karina does on your cock sends your mind into overdrive. All you can think of is to keep milking Karina and let her do the same to your cock.

Out from the corner of your mouth, spills her breasts milk. You do your best to swallow it all but you can’t. Hell you can barely switch to the other breast without forcing yourself out of Karina’s hold.

Just as you latch on to the other breast, Karina’s moans become more rapid. Her bounce on you seems to have hit its peak, as the sound of her ass hitting your thighs echo out in the small room.

With a vacuum suck and pull of her breast, Karina lets out a cry of pleasure. Practically wrapping her arms around your head, she basically suffocates you within the confines of her breast. You feel her lower half shake, as her juices flow down to your balls. Within your heavenly suffocation, you hear Karina do her best to catch her breath.

“Oppa…” Karina finally removes you from the confines of her breast.

You breathe in the cool fresh air, as your chin and body are soaked with the best milk in the world that is Karina’s.

Karina see’s the state you're in and lets out a cute chuckle. She cups your soaked cheeks, as both your forehead meet. You get a quick kiss from her before she starts playfully placing small pecks on your milk soaked lips.

“You haven’t cum yet…” Karina’s tongue darks out and licks at your chin, cleaning you of the milk you spill.

“Where do you want to cum?” Karina nibbles at your milk soak neck, as she lets you contemplate where you want to finish.

It didn’t take much for you to consider where you wanted to cum. There were only two places you wanted to finish.

“Inside, if that’s okay. If not…” You cup Karina's breasts. 

“All over these breasts.” Karina just smiles at you before giving you an aggressive kiss you weren’t ready for.

Her tongue invades your mouth before she breaks the kiss and takes a nice hard bite of your lip. You swore if Karina bit any harder, she would have broken the skin.

“Inside. Unload everything inside.” Her words drive you wild.

You get off the couch and lift Karina up with you. A playful yelp and giggle comes from Karina as you switch places with her. You place her on the couch, as you spread her legs wide open.

Without warning, you start thrusting rapidly into Karina’s slick cunt. Whiny moans flow out from Karina’s mouth, as you ravage her pussy to your liking.

As you thrust like a madman, you see her look at you with her glossed over eyes. With her hands, you see her cup her breast and squeeze them. Flowing out and spraying at you, was her warm milk. 

The warm milky shower gets you going. As it brings about your second wind. It gets you over your burning core and abs.

A few manly grunts slip out of you, as you feel yourself finally lose to Karina’s tight slick-rigged insides. You close your eyes as they start to slip into the back of your head. You arch your head back as your balls tingle.

Within a matter of seconds, you cum and flood Karina’s insides with your warm hot cum. You continue to thrust into Karina a few more times before your body slows down.

Your post nut clarity slowly kicks in as you finally stop your thrusting into Karina’s sensitive cunt. You look down, seeing a mixture of your cum and Karina’s juices drip out onto the carpet floor. You feel how tight Karina’s cunt still holds on to your cock.

You get an exhausted giggle from Karina before a wet hand from Karina cups your face. You turn to her hand, grabbing it and kissing it.

“Sorry, but you thrusting like that made me cum again.” You chuckle at what Karina just told you.

You let go of Karina’s hand, as she grabs a hold of her thighs next. Slowly, you finally slip out of Karina. Just as you do, your thick pearly white cum leaks out of Karina. You see her pussy clinch and push your semen out.

“Ah… you came so much.” Karina pushes more of your cum out before looking at you and smiling.

Just as you're about to apologize to her, Karina’s gaze shifts back down to your cock. You look down, seeing your cock still hard as ever and pointing directly at Karina. You don’t know what to say to Karina besides taking a hold of it and stroking it.

Karina gets off the couch and gets on her knees. She grabs a hold of your cock and takes over stroking it for you.

“I’d say you can fuck me again but… with how much came. I think you might get me pregnant again and we can’t have that.” You nervously chuckle at what Karina said.

You feel Karina jerk your still sensitive cock off even faster.

“Since you said you wanted to cum on these nice titties… Why don’t you do exactly that?” Karina lets go of your cock as she cups her breasts together for you.

You take hold of your cock and slide in between her plump breasts. You don’t wait for Karina to okay anything as you start to thrust immediately. Your cock easily slides in and out of Karina’s breasts.

Each thrust drives you closer and closer to your second orgasm of the night. As you thrust in and out, you feel a few sprays of Karina’s milk hit your thighs. A playful smile from Karina is the final nail in the coffin for you, as her breasts and the slickness between her breasts get to you.

With a good harsh thrusts, you fire your load into Karina’s breasts. Just as you get a couple shots in, Karina slips you out of her tits. Grabbing your cock, she pumps the rest of your cum onto her breasts. Making sure each of her breasts are evenly coated.

You squeeze the last drop you can on to the left side of the breasts. Just as you squeeze out your last drop, Karina keeps a death grip on your cock. Like squeezing the last bits of the toothpaste out of the tube, Karina does the same to your cock.

You let out a grunt to the action, as a small droplet comes out of your slit. Darting her tongue out, Karina slowly licks at the drop of semen before sucking on the head of your cock. With a pop, Karina hums out in satisfaction, as she finally lets go of your cock.

You fall flat on your ass, as you watch Karina play with the cum on her tits. Dabbing a finger in the puddle of your cum and getting a taste of it. Just as Karina plays with her cum, her phone goes off.

Picking it up, Karina answers it with “yes” and hums of acknowledgements. The call then soon ends

“So oppa, think you can take me home so I can get those cookies for you?”

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A/N: Probably not everyone's cup of tea… or should I say “glass of milk”? 😅

Anyways, had this idea for Karina as a potential chapter in Desperate Housewives: Season 2 (No this isn’t a confirmation, DW: Season 2 is still being decided on… -_- ). It was just going to be the milk / lactation but once that hot… and I mean hot! Outfit came out… Oh my gosh this idea hit me really quick lol.

I hope you all enjoyed it (those who did) and hope you excuse the poor writing / editing. Did my best to edit it. Was on a short time schedule.

Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas y’all!

You field a glance to your left, and you’re greeted with the prettiest sight—Kim Dayeon, naked on your bed, two fingers pumping her pussy as she watches you rail her roommate. The girl can’t help moaning as she watches, the sight of Hikaru being fucked like a common whore driving her to pump her own pussy harder. The wet spot on the sheets between her legs only grows bigger as she leaks with every thrust of her fingers, and she whimpers as you look at her. The girl pulls her fingers out of her dripping cunt, and you only grin harder when she slaps her own pussy, loudly gasping at the pain and pleasure she gives herself. 

“Fuck, you’re both so hot, shit…” You refocus your efforts to fucking Hikaru, and the girl almost wails in pleasure as you harshly fuck upwards into her, forcing her to take your cock to the hilt every time. 

“Daddy, your cock’s stretching my pussy so good—” Hikaru doesn’t stop with her dirty talk, and you choose to turn that to your advantage.

“Don’t tell me, tell Dayeonnie, won’t you, baby? She’s the one taking this cock next, anyway.”

“Dayeonnie, oh fuck, Dayeonnie, Daddy’s stretching my pussy, he’s—hngh!—he’s stretching me so fucking good, he’s using my pussy the way it should, like it’s just a toy, f—” Hikaru mindlessly babbles her every thought, the pleasure of your cock filling her tight hole all she can focus on.

“That’s enough, babygirl.” You grin maniacally as you pull her off your cock and throw her on the bed next to Dayeon. “Get on all fours in front of our Dayeonnie, mm?”

You wink at Dayeon when you notice her eyes flicking between your hard, slick cock and your face. She whines in pleasure as she teases her clit with her wet fingers, watching both you and Hikaru get into position with anticipation. 

“Dayeonnie, baby, watch how Hikaru takes me, okay?” You wink once more, smiling sweetly as if you aren’t about to ruin the girl in front of you. “You’re next after her.”

It is as if a switch is flipped—you grab Hikaru by her hair, and you pull it back harshly so Dayeon can watch her every expression. At the same time, you plunge your cock back into Hikaru’s tight, warm cunt, and you begin to rail her once more, all for Dayeon to watch. Hikaru screams when you hilt deep in her, and as you begin to rock her body with every thrust, you watch Dayeon begin to fondle her own chest once more, her fingers plunging into her pussy at the same rhythm. Once in a while, she slaps her pussy hard, and her hips would buck as she cries out. 

“Fuck, Hikaru, look at how much Dayeon enjoys watching us.” You can’t help but rile Hikaru up more. “You’re such a dirty little slut, aren’t you?” 

“Yes, yes Daddy, I’m a dirty little slut, I’m your dirty little slut!”

When you give Hikaru’s ass a hard smack, Dayeon gasps and whimpers. The girl you’re fucking gutturally moans, and you continue spanking her, every strike causing her pussy to clench around your cock. Dayeon fucks herself hard watching you manhandle Hikaru, and she can’t keep herself quiet as she enjoys the pleasure coursing through her veins. 

“Fuck, you’re getting tighter, baby. Gonna cum all over my cock, hmm? Gonna cum for Dayeonnie to watch?”

“Oh my God, fuck, yes, fuck, Daddy, I’m gonna cum soon, I’m—” Hikaru’s eyes are glassy, unfocused. The haze of lust and pleasure clouds her mind entirely. 

“Don’t tell me, baby, tell Dayeonnie. Tell her about how good Daddy’s cock feels. Tell her how you’re about to cum all over Daddy’s cock.”

“Dayeonnie…” Hikaru’s loud moan draws one from Dayeon as well. “Daddy’s cock is the best—fuck! I… I’m gonna cum, Dayeonnie, I’m gonna cum all over Daddy’s cock, I’m gonna cum in front of you, I’m gonna squirt all over it, gonna fucking… fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!”

With a shudder and a loud wail, Hikaru squirts all over your cock. The girl convulses as her orgasm takes her by force, and her eyes roll back, jaw falling slack into the picture perfect ahegao as her pussy crushes your cock in its grip. You’re keep fucking her through her orgasm though, and burst after burst of her cum drenches your legs, as well as the sheets beneath her. 

Dayeon doesn’t last much longer either—the sight of her roommate orgasming throws her into one of her own, and she screams as she squirts as well. While Hikaru’s comes in bursts, Dayeon squirts with one strong stream, drenching herself, Hikaru, and you in her cum. Her hips buck with every wave of orgasmic pleasure, and she rubs her clit hard and fast as gush after gush of her juices sprays into the air. 

You’re the last to cum—right after Dayeon orgasms, you feel your peak take you as well. Huge bursts of semen explode from the tip of your cock as you blast thick white cum deep into Hikaru’s cunt, every stroke of your cock fucking it deeper and deeper into her. Every time you hilt, you shoot your hot cum deep into her, and you let the high wash over you. 

When all of your orgasms subside, Hikaru crawls to a dry spot on the bed. Thick white cum leaks from her freshly-fucked pussy when she pulls herself off you, and the blissed-out expression on her face tells both you and Dayeon all that’s needed to know. You turn your attention to Dayeon and you grin. 

“Your turn, Dayeon, baby.”

Your cock remains hard throughout—you’re more than capable of going a second time. Dayeon stares at your cumstained shaft, a mixture of semen and Hikaru’s juices dripping from the tip, and you crawl up onto the bed to line your shaft up with her pussy. “Ready?”

When Dayeon nods, you push your cock into her pussy. The girl loudly moans in pleasure as you fill her pussy up with your shaft, and you can’t help but groan at how tight she is. Dayeon’s cunt is tighter than Hikaru’s, and she’s so much wetter as well. You’re thrusting already, after you hilt, and you take it slow at first. 

“I’m gonna thrust harder, Dayeon.” You take a moment to check for her approval. 

“Do it.” Dayeon bites her lip, and she looks up at you with pleading eyes. “Fuck me like you fucked Hikaru.”

With her consent given, you waste no time at all beginning to fuck Dayeon. You begin to fondle her breasts as you make short snappy thrusts into her. The girl writhes in pleasure beneath you, but her eyes remain locked on you, watching how you fuck her pussy. Dayeon’s slick pussy has you grunting in pleasure with every stroke, and the girl can’t help but moan at the stretch of her tight cunt. Every time you hilt, you feel her walls tighten around you, and when you let go of her breasts to steady yourself, you can’t help but notice how her big breasts jiggle with every thrust. 

“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot like that, Dayeon, shit…” You grab Dayeon’s hips to steady her as well. “Tell me, how was it watching Hikaru having sex, hm?”

“It—ugh…—It was so, so fucking hot…” Dayeon can’t resist answering you. “She looked so hot being fucked.”

Your only response is a grin, and you maintain your hard thrusts into Dayeon. When the girl reaches to play with her nipples for more pleasure, you slap her hand away. 

“I’m the only one who’s gonna touch you like that, dear. You’re being a bad girl, and bad girls get punished.”

When you finish speaking, you raise your hand, and you level a slap right across Dayeon’s breasts. The girl yelps in pain, but you can see the pleasure wash across her face, and you do it once more to confirm your suspicions. When she moans, you do it again, and her pussy clenches around you. 

“Oh, dearie, you like getting your tits slapped, mm?” You return to fondling Dayeon’s chest, now red from the slaps, and the girl softly hisses at the sting, though you know she’s enjoying it. “I don’t think it’s much of a punishment anymore now, is it?”

“I—Mmf!—I… please, I…” Dayeon submits entirely, and all she does is whine and groan through the fucking you’re giving her. “Please make me cum, please!”

“Oh, you bet I will, baby.” With Dayeon’s plea, you begin to piston yourself into her cunt faster and harder than before. It doesn’t take much longer before you feel Dayeon’s pussy beginning to get tighter and wetter. Her moans only get louder, and you give her tits a few more slaps for good measure. 

“Cum for me, Dayeon.”

Instantly, the girl beneath you is thrashing, writhing, moaning as her orgasm washes over her. Gushes of squirt drench the sheets and your cock, and you pull out of her to rub it all over her clit and pussy. Dayeon’s cum sprays everywhere, and you feast your eyes on the sight in front of you, eager to cum for her as well. Before her orgasm subsides, you’re already thrusting in her sensitive pussy once more. 

“No, please, I—I’m still sensitive, please!” Dayeon squeals from the oversensitivity as you pin her down against the bed, and you’re quick to slap her tits once more, leading her to cry out in pleasure. 

“I don’t care, baby. Just cum again all over my cock.” You level the same harsh thrusts as earlier into Dayeon once more, intent on chasing your own high now. You focus your attention on the building pressure inside you, on the pleasure you derive from fucking Dayeon. Every thrust takes you closer and closer…

“Fuck, fuck, Dayeon, take it all!”

With a harsh grunt, you hilt deep in Dayeon’s cunt as you shoot your hot cum deep into her. The girl beneath you screams once more as she’s fucked right into her second orgasm. Dayeon squirts again beneath you, gushes of her cum leaking every time you pull out of her, before thrusting back in to fill her cunt with more cum. You pull her close as the both of you cum together, and when it all subsides, you slowly pull your softening cock out of the girl beneath you. A thick white stream of cum leaks out of Dayeon when you pull out, and you fall to her side, between your two partners for the night. 

“Daddy, we should do this again.” Hikaru is the first to cuddle up with you. She wraps an arm around you as she snuggles close.

Dayeon follows almost instantly, and she gives you a soft kiss on the cheek when she shifts in to cuddle you too. 

Hikaru whimpered into your chest as she felt you thrust into her. Her arms were draped around you, barely holding on. Every time she felt your cock move deep inside her, she lost more of her mind. She had already gone through three orgasms; her nectar was dripping onto the floor as you continued to pound her.

You felt her nipples rub against your chest as she bounced on your cock. She looked up at you, pleading for a kiss. You gave her one before pinning her against the wall and hoping faster. You felt her tight cunt squeeze your cock; she wrapped her legs around you tightly and screamed out as you made her cum again.

"Sorry for coming late; Music Core just ended, and I had to change clothes rather quickly," Sullyoon tells you. Just as you asked, she brought her Dankook University outfit that drove you crazy a couple days ago. "So, is the photoshoot theme today about colleges?" she asked you, seeing Hanni with her Korea University outfit from the day before.

"Way better," you told her. "And I gotta say, I'm disappointed you're showing so little of your iconic tummy, Yoona," you reply to her.

"Sure," Sullyoon repeats the move she did at the university festival performance, lowering her shorts so you can see more of her belly, with her navel popping out as she does it. "Better now?" she asks. "Definitely," you tell her. Every extra second you spend looking at her reminds you of how beautiful she is from head to toe. She reminds you of all the top visuals you worked with in the past: YoonA, Sana, and Tzuyu, all in one.

"You're such a beauty; are you ready to take some nice pictures?" you ask Sullyoon. "Yes," she enthusiastically answers. "I don't have any assistants today, so I'll have to do it all by myself. Also, girls, you look so hot today," you tell both of them. "I'll go get some food for you before we start," you continue.

You bring the food, but it confuses the girls at first. One bowl of ice cream and one of chocolate syrup. But soon, they will find out what this photoshoot is going to be about. You pour the ice cream into Sullyoon's belly and the chocolate syrup into Hanni's. The girls get shocked as the hot and cold food hits their tummies, but soon that gets replaced by a tingling feeling that sends shivers down the spine as you make your first moves.

You start licking the chocolate syrup from Hanni's cute belly. She can't help but find it weird, but soon starts enjoying that tongue sweeping all over that belly. Sullyoon wants a piece of it too, bringing her tummy close to you so you can lick the ice cream from it. You then back off and take some pictures of the girls with their tummies still covered with food before resuming licking them.

"I want to see your sexy tummies and legs," you tell them. "Show me," you continue. Hanni gets a little hesitant, but Sullyoon enjoys the attention. You have worked with too many JYP girls not to know them at this point. They always show their cute smiles in public but are huge sluts behind closed doors. And Sullyoon is no different.

"Don't be shy, Hanni; show her you can be a tummy queen too," you tell her as you focus on taking pictures of Sullyoon between some more licking of their perfect tummies. You would have never guessed you would develop such a midriff kink, but theirs were just too hard to resist.

You clean their tummies from the food you poured on them and take more pictures of their hot bodies, starting with Hanni. The once shy girl quickly starts to change as she strikes bolder poses with your camera each time, turning around for you to take pictures of her ass as well. "Wow, that's so good," you tell her in between some flashes as she starts sticking her tongue out for the pictures you take of her. "Perfect," you tell Hanni as you start capturing close-ups of her belly and tits. "You look so hot today, little Hanni Pham," you continue. Great shots.

Sullyoon takes her turn next. The months of MCing at Music Core have turned her into a natural in front of the cameras. She always knows where to spot them. You just can't find any flaws in her: from the perfect face to the toned tummy to her protounding pussy that can barely hide under her panties, Sullyoon's deer-esque visuals are those of a goddess.

You take more close-ups of Sullyoon, focusing on her killing trio: face, tummy, and pussy. She enjoys every second of the attention you give her. But you still haven't got a picture of one of her finest assets yet.

"Can you turn around, please?" you ask Sullyoon. She does it with ease, showing you her plump ass for the first time. Looking at it, sometimes you wonder if JYP just creates their visuals in a lab and Sullyoon is their finest creation yet.

"Look how cute you look in the camera." You show your latest picture to Sullyoon, who gives you a big smile. "Come here, Hanni, join her," you tell the Newjeans girl. "Otherwise, I'm going to take pictures of this beautiful goddess all alone forever," you continue.

Hanni joins Sullyoon as she hugs the Nmixx girl from behind. "Grab her assets," you tell the cutie as she rests her hand on Sullyoon's bra and panties. "I knew you could be a slut too, little Hanni," you praise her. "I know it's cute, but I don't want you girls to smile now; just give me the naughtiest looks you can," you tell both as your camera keeps capturing them.

"Holy shit, their tummies are so beautiful," you say as Hanni runs her hand over Sullyoon's belly, but she still keeps her navel visible for you to drool over it. Meanwhile, Sullyoon bends over a little, rubbing her big ass against Hanni's crotch. The girls keep running their hands on the beautiful bodies, but Sullyoon is truly stealing the show. Even the innocent Hanni can't help herself as she runs her hands all over Yoona's hot body and even starts touching her pussy.

Sullyoon quickly gets sandwiched between you and Hanni, as the Newjeans girl pulls Sullyoon's bra down and flashes her tits. You kiss her multiple times, in awe of her beautiful face, but also go down to poke her navel while doing so, making Sullyoon blush. The girls know what to do as Sullyoon removes your shirt while Hanni tries to pull your pants down. You slow them down a bit, but the girls quickly take charge.

As Hanni fully removes Sullyoon's top, you kiss her cute nipples while massaging her belly. Her and Hanni reach towards your pants and slowly pull them down, laughing while doing so. Hanni is the first to grab your bulging erection, while Sullyoon gives you a naughty smile as Hanni kisses her. Hanni is already twisting your cock in anticipation. In the end, she's just like Sullyoon—cute from the outside but another slut behind closed doors.

You groan as the girls massage your man meat hard. Hanni takes the shaft while Sullyoon goes straight for your balls before going down to suck it. Damn, what a perfect view that face stuffed with a big cock is. Sullyoon stares at you as she gently blows your pipe, while you turn your attention to poking Hanni's navel and then move up to suck her tits as she also takes her bra off.

Down low, Sullyoon increases the speed of her blowjob. You didn't know she could suck cock this good. But you should, because after fucking them countless times, you should've known already that JYP girls have great blowjob skills, and Sullyoon is no different, as she licked your shaft from top to bottom.

Hanni wanted a taste of it for herself, taking your dick in her mouth as Sullyoon licked your balls. You could tell she was still learning how to suck cock, but you enjoyed her eagerness to do so, taking a seat in one of the chairs as you pushed your shaft deeper into her throat.

After a while, Hanni gagged on your meat while you and Sullyoon were kissing each other, and you ran your hands over her hot body while Hanni kept sucking you off. "Oh damn," you exclaimed as the little cutie put some extra heat on your cock, deepthroating it to the max, with you dunking her head so she could take it balls deep in her mouth.

Sullyoon got down and enjoyed the sloppy mess Hanni had left on your cock, bobbing her head down in full speed against it. Once Hanni took it back, she added further slopiness and pulled your underwear down, leaving you fully naked as you traded more kisses with Sullyoon and admired her beautiful face while pounding Hanni's cute, fuckable face.

Hanni laid on the chair as Sullyoon dove down to like her pussy and tummy. As the Nmixx girl enjoyed the hotness of Hanni's lower body, you kept filling her face full of your cock, harder and harder. "Oh yes, baby, choke on that dick," you tell her as Hanni moans with the tonguing Sullyoon applies to her pussy.

You sit on top of Hanni's body, rubbing your tip against her navel and your shaft against her belly. Sullyoon quickly jumps in, sliding her face between Hanni's legs to taste your cock.

"Come here," you ask Hanni, who gets up the chair even with Sullyoon licking her pussy. Her thong is already pushed to the side as you run your hands into her ass. It turns out her mouth is the perfect cocksleeve, as she gets on her knees again and takes your cock deep once again. "OH WOW!" you groan as Hanni wraps her warm mouth around your cock. "Can you match her?" you ask Sullyoon.

Sullyoon dives so intensely against your cock that you're forced to pull out after just a couple seconds. "WOW! WOW!" is all you can scream as Sullyoon shows why she is on her way to be the next JYP blowjob master and follow in the footsteps of the likes of Nayeon and Ryujin.

Knowing their deep sucking will kill you early, you just decide to slide your cock between their lips, thursting up their cute faces as the side of your shaft rubs against their mouths. But Sullyoon wants it all, throating your cock to the fullest. "If you get a chance, take all of it," she reminds herself of the words of her teaching unnies.

Sullyoon bobs her head hard on your dick, making you scream in awe. "Are you crazy or something?" you ask her. "I just love a big cock; I can't wait to have it bulging under my tummy," she replies to you.

"Such a greedy slut," you tell her. "If you want it so much, then bend over," you say to Sullyoon, who obliges. With the help of Hanni, her panties are quickly gone, giving you a perfect view of Sullyoon's splendorous ass with nothing on. For the first time, you could take a glimpse of Sullyoon's bare fuckholes, going straight for her tiny and tight anus while her meaty cunt just waited down under.

Hanni couldn't resist and took first dib's on Sullyoon's protruding pussy lips while you rested your head on her fat ass and kept licking her butthole and then spread her cheeks to give Hanni easier access to her holes. You licked Sullyoon's ring as if it were her second navel, poking it with your hand shortly after. The way she moaned was beautiful, like a squealing, horny deer.

You let Hanni take sole control of Sullyoon's tight holes, jerking off as the Newjeans girl buried her face under Sullyoon's big ass. But you quickly ended her fun. It turns out that just looking at Sullyoon makes you even hornier. You have to fuck her asap.

You push Hanni to the side and place your fingers on Sullyoon's meaty slit. Her already ultra-wet core impresses you, who teases her by rubbing your cock against her big butt. At first, you didn't know which hole you were going to pick, but seeing Sullyoon's pussy almost begging to be stuffed made it an easy choice.

Sullyoon got on her knees on the makeup table, facing a huge mirror where you could see every expression her beautiful face was going to make when getting pounded. You teased her by putting your tip in and out of her pussy, already making her moan, before attacking her meaty core. Her already large pussy lips throbbed even further as you stuck your cock deep in her cunt, making her extra sensitive to each thrust you gave her.

After a slow start, you couldn't help but attack this throbbing cunt to the fullest, pounding Sullyoon nonstop as you grabbed her ass hard for a firm grip and slapped your balls full speed against her entrance. The beautiful goddess quickly turned into a moaning mess. Despite the wetness of her core, she was extremely tight, even tighter than some virgin pussies you had fucked before, as her walls quickly enveloped your cock and let no air get inside her pussy.

Sullyoon tried to kiss Hanni to distract herself from the pounding you were giving her, but the Newjeans girl left her hanging. "AHHHHHHHH. AHHHHHHHH!" the deer beauty screamed as your cock shaped her insides and hit her cervix. You grabbed her slim waist and ran your hands over her tummy, poking fun of her. "Is it bulging under there?" you ask her. "YES, DADDY, AHHHHHH," she screams as you show no mercy and destroy her meaty cunt.

As Hanni and Sullyoon line up side by side, you take turns spanking their beautiful asses. Sullyoon's childish moans are driving you insane as you pound her even harder. Noticing how wet the Nmixx girl pussy is, Hanni rests her head on Sullyoon's fat ass, ready to get rewarded with a taste of Sullyoon's juices right out of your cock, which you happily feed to her.

You take turns shoving your cock between Hanni's mouth and Sullyoon's cunt before going back to focus on the latter once again. You're completely addicted to her pussy. You've never fucked one this good before: young, tight, and wet—the perfect mix. Her moans make you go feral as you stretch Sullyoon to the fullest, shoving every single inch of your cock into her core. Hanni licks Sullyoon's tummy right where your cock is bulging under it, as you keep destroying her snatch and show no signs of slowing down.

"Fuck, that's such a good pussy," you say to Sullyoon as the obliteration of her poon keeps going. Hanni now kisses her, trying to muffle her moans, but the barrage of fast and deep thrusts is just too much for Sullyoon to handle, as you make her cum rather easily. "Come here, baby," you order Hanni, who quickly dives to taste all of Sullyoon's wetness that's left on your cock.

Lubed up by Hanni's mouth, you start another round of pounding Sullyoon's cunt. She's truly got a magic box—the perfect fuckhole. JYP should allow a fleshlight to be made out of it, because it's truly amazing. At those times, you're glad you're so accustomed to JYP starlets and their tight pussies you fucked multiple times after countless photoshoots, because if you weren't, you would have already filled it to the brim.

"You're such a good girl; taste that pussy; you deserve it," you say as you pull out of Sullyoon's warm hole. She happily obliges, savoring your cock while you reach under Hanni's own cunt and start fingering it. "Hope this is just as good," you tell her, getting Hanni wet as she moans thanks to your magical hands all over her folds.

You spread Hanni's cheeks open, eating her asshole while Sullyoon stays tasting your cock. The cute Vietnamese girl moans hard as you play with her holes nonstop, spreading her pussy wide open. You really enjoy licking any girl's tiny round hole; it could be either her navel or her anus, but you are always enthusiastic about it.

"Lube that cock," you tell Sullyoon down low. "Spread that ass," you say, giving the command to Hanni up top. The oral fuckfest continues, as you can't get your mouth off Hanni's asshole and Sullyoon can't get her mouth off your cock before you invite her to do Hanni what you did to her before.

"Lick that pussy," you order to Sullyoon as both of you team up on Hanni's fuckholes, kissing each other while eating the cute Newjeans girl out. "You're so beautiful," you tell Sullyoon as you get even naughtier, shoving your middle finger up Hanni's asshole unceremoniously.

"You prepared her pussy well," you tell Sullyoon. "I think it's finally time to sit it on my cock," you say, laying on the studio's floor as Hanni gets on top of you. Sullyoon follows suit, knowing how addicted you got to her pussy, sitting her fat ass straight into your face so you can taste the mix of flavors inside the cunt you had just pounded to oblivion moments ago.

Hanni jumps on your cock and starts riding it as hard as she can. Noticing her enthusiasm, Sullyoon leaves you hanging and starts pushing Hanni faster down your cock while lining up to poke and eat her ass as well. Jump to taste your cock as soon as you slip out of Hanni's pussy for the first time.

As Sullyoon entertains herself with your cock, refusing to give it back to Hanni, you entertain the cutie with more fingering up her ass, perhaps a tease of future moves; who knows? "Slip it back in," you order to a selfish Sullyoon, who obliges even if a little upset. As soon as you get back in, Hanni gets even more insane, smashing your cock full speed and letting her cheeks hit Sullyoon's cute face as the Nmixx girl dives to lick your balls.

"OHHHH FUCKKKK," this time it's you screaming. Hanni and Sullyoon prove to be the perfect team of cute sluts, worshipping your cock like the pair of crazy whores they are. Hanni's cheeks clap even harder against your balls, and her walls close hard against your cock. You kiss Sullyoon to distract yourself, but she keeps massaging your balls as Hanni stays riding you for a few minutes.

As soon as Hanni stops, Sullyoon grabs your pole to clean it completely of Hanni's juices. The Pham girl stays on your lap as you suck her tits while your left hand pokes her navel and your right hand fists her butthole.

Not wanting to get outdone, Sullyoon pushes Hanni to the site and sits her fat ass right on your lap, impaling herself on your big cock. "You're so fucking tight," you tell her as your cock struggles to get in her tiny butthole. You lift one of Sullyoon's long legs, pushing up her ass and making her scream. Hanni senses an opportunity and licks Sullyoon's wide, open pussy. "Now I get why he likes it so much," she thinks.

Sullyoon starts bouncing her big ass on your fat cock while Hanni stays eating her meaty cunt. Her butt hitting your hips is just insane, jiggling hard every time she goes down that man meat. Sullyoon kisses you and lies down, giving you an opportunity to pound her in a pearly gates position. Her pussy might be heaven on earth, but her asshole was hella tight too.

"Lick her cunt," you ordered to Hanni as Sullyoon bounced her ass against your cock while you sat on your studio chair. The moans coming out of the Nmixx girl's mouth were as sexy as her high notes during that festival performance. Hanni, on the other hand, was feasting, taking a full-course meal into Sullyoon's lower body and licking not only her pussy but also her perfect tummy and sexy legs, getting Yoona even closer to another orgasm.

Sullyoon got some relief when your cock slid out of her ass. "Hanni, put it back on," you ordered, but just like Sullyoon was to her before, Hanni was selfish and took the opportunity to enjoy the taste of Sullyoon's butthole, ignoring your orders for a bit. You reached under and spread Sullyoon's pussy for Hanni to eat as soon as she slid your cock back inside Yoona's butt, giving her another pearly gates pounding, sensing it was her preferred position.

Hanni kissed Sullyoon's long legs a few times as you put Yoona's back fully on top of your torso and kept pounding her. Hanni then dove down and started licking your shaft as you pumped into and out of Sullyoon's ass. "Does it taste good, little Hanni?" you asked her. The way she licked your cock was enough for you to get the answer. Sullyoon's asshole got eviscerated until it was sore, with Hanni providing perfect help to keep your shaft throbbing at all moments as you pushed it up Sullyoon's butt nonstop until she came.

Hanni spread Sullyoon's pussy as she lined herself up to taste the juices Sullyoon was squirting out during her orgasm. Sullyoon cumming only made you push harder, as you now placed your finger in her clit and gifted Hanni with more juices each time you thursted up Yoona's sore ass.

"Slut likes it up in the ass, right?" you tell Sullyoon. "Yes, daddy, I li...AHHHHHHH," she can't complete the sentence; her legs close and smash Hanni's face. Her butt gets completely destroyed as you make sure Sullyoon will be practicing in pain over the course of the next week, punishing her for being such a beautiful goddess with amazingly tight fuckholes.

"Come here, taste that ass," you say as soon as you're done fucking Sullyoon. Still trying to recover from the pounding you gave her, the deer beauty kneels down and enjoys the taste of her beautiful big butt, with Hanni joining in to more ball licking.

"It's your turn next," you tell Hanni, putting them on her knees in the chair and spanking her butt. "Open her ass for me," you tell Sullyoon, who does exactly as you want it. Hanni's gaping butthole winks as it waits for your huge cock. You spit on it and tease it with your tip just a couple times before shoving it deep inside her butt.

Fucking Hanni's ass while looking at Sullyoon's pretty face feels like heaven. It doesn't take long before Hanni is completely stretched out, with huge gapes popping out of her butthole every time you give it a little room to breathe. Hanni is even easier to break than Sullyoon, with all the gaping, ass eating, and fisting you had already given her.

"AHHHHH. AHHHHH. AHHHHHH. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK," Hanni screams as you gape her asshole to the size of the moon. She struggles as your thick cock hits it hard and deep, even with Sullyoon helping spread her cheeks. You fuck Sullyoon's face in between thusts inside Hanni, getting the best of both worlds. "Oh, this is so good," you tell them while thursting their pair of holes. Sullyoon pushes Hanni's ass against your cock while you kiss her. "She's getting adjusted to it," she tells you.

"Is she?" you say, pumping Hanni's butt with full force. "It doesn't look like she is," you laugh as you do to Hanni's ass exactly the same you did to Sullyoon's. "Her comeback is soon, right? I want to see this little cutie dancing with a sore ass," you say.

"Open your ass, baby," you order Hanni, plowing her nonstop. Sullyoon now licks your navel, and you love that she is into the same kink that brought her to you in the first place.

After you pull out of Hanni's butt and let her clean your cock off the juices of her ass, you tease Sullyoon by rubbing your cock against her navel. "Wanna see it bulging under it?" you ask her. "Yes, daddy," she replies. "Then lay down on this chair," you order her.

Sullyoon lays on the chair as you put your cock back in her pussy for a second round, determined to keep going until you cum. "AHHHHHH FUCKKKKK, OHHHHH, GODDDDDD," she's screaming after just a couple thursts. You give her throbbing cunt no mercy, as things get even better when you notice your ass is bumping against Hanni's legs with her behind you, making you go even harder.

Sullyoon gets completely manhandled as you watch your anaconda bulge under her sexy midriff. You kiss her, trying to muffle some of her screams, but it's futile. "AHHHHHHH. AHHHHHHHH. AHHHHHH." She keeps yelling at your face. The more she screams, the more you anticipate cumming in her. She lifts her legs as her throbbing walls now make her feel like she's getting stabbed by a massive sword at each thurst you give her. Yoona's eyes roll as she tries to cope with the hard pounding in her pussy.

You give Sullyoon a little time to breathe as you let Hanni, now on her knees, taste her pussy from your cock. "Help me finish on her; warm her up," you tell the Newjeans girl. Hanni dives and eats Sullyoon's throbbing pussy while you feed your cock into the Nmixx girl's mouth, fucking her face hard one last time. "Let me fuck her," you say as Hanni moves to the side, but not without licking Sullyoon's midriff again. 

You go so fast, deep, and hard on Sullyoon's pussy you don't even manage to last for a minute. Her clenching tight walls make you paint them white quickly, but you manage to pull out after a couple loads just in time to shoot the rest all over her beautiful body, hitting the first one in her face and the rest all over her sexy midriff, with the final one filling her navel. Hanni comes in and licks the cum canvas you left on Sullyoon's tummy, in a very reminiscent way to the one you did earlier to the ice cream you poured in her belly, with you picking up your camera just in time to take pictures of her doing it.

"That's all I have for today, you cute sluts; you two milked me dry," you tell both girls, poking their navels one final time with your already flaccid cock. "I crown you, Hanni Pham, the tummy princess, and you, Seol YoonA, the tummy queen of K-pop," you tell them. "I hope you girls can bring your friends to me for another threesome like this."

"Sure," Hanni says. "I can bring Yunjin or a groupmate of mine," she continues. "Me too," Sullyoon says. "My groupmates or my best friend Isa, she's got some great thighs," she continues.

"I can't wait for the next time," you tell them, kissing both girls as they dress themselves up and return to their cute facades.

Chaewon lay bored in her bed, having exhausted her SNS feeds and Watch Later playlist. Her members sent all manner of pictures with their families and other friends in the groupchat, and honestly, genuinely, Chaewon was happy for them! And just a teeny bit envious, that's all, cross her heart and hope to die.

Her phone read 6:06 pm, and on her first long weekend off in the year, she had nothing to do. She was getting desperate for some fun. She opened her contacts app and punched in a random number.

"Ah, sorry, Chaewon-ssi," the voice on the other end of the line admitted, "Yena won't be back in Korea until next Friday. I'll let her know you called."

"Hi, this is Eunbi! I can't come to the phone right now. Please leave me a message and I'll get back to you in a jiffy!" Of course she uses an answering machine, Chaewon thought.

"Hi, Unnie!" Chaewon was overjoyed! "Hey Minmin, I was just curious if you were down to eat--" The sound of a bell rang loud in the other side of the phone call. "Oops, I'm really really sorry Unnie. Gotta get back now. Long night ahead of us, they're even killing my character again today! See you soon!"

Looking to her closet, Chaewon's mind was half-set to just put on a warm coat and go out alone. That's a thing people do nowadays, right? Go out and eat by themselves?

Sighing, she went for one last-ditch effort. She knows she won't pick up. She knows that even if she does, she wouldn't want to come out. She knows that if she wants to come out, it'll be shabu-shabu and sitting around by the Han River. "Oh well," Chaewon resigned, "At least I won't be alone."

She scrolled down her contacts and found her name. Tap, tap, tap, and the ringing started. One ring, two, three, and four. Chaewon expected this, so much so that she's not even disappointed.

"H-hello?" Chaewon fought back a gasp! "Hey, hi Yuri! I was going to go out for a bite--"

"Ah, fuck..." Silence filled the phone line for a good few seconds before Yuri's end broke it again. "Shit, th-that's really good."

"Yuri?" "Ffffuck yes, just like that..." Disbelief filled Chaewon's mind. "Sorry," Yuri struggled to whisper, "wh-who is this?"

"It's... It's Chaewo-" "Fuck! Shit, shit, shit, please..."

Chaewon had half a mind to just drop the call then and there, and she should, right? This is one of her best friends in the world. Busy, as they say, with something important.

"Unnie, I'm so sorry, I just have the thickest cock ripping my asshole apart right now, ahhh, oh fuck, OH FUCK!"

Although, as much as Chaewon wants to deny it, dropping the call was out of the question now. She had to know just what exactly was going on.

"Are you okay, Yuri? Do... you need me to call someone?"

"Haahhhhh... Ahh, AHHHH!" Yuri's scream ripped through the phone line, and Chaewon couldn't keep her own free hand from straying anymore.

"Unnie, I... I need y-you... to keep a... a secret," It was hard for Chaewon to decipher what her friend was saying, between every moan and grunt littered across her speech. She couldn't resist, though, that she was paying more attention to them than whatever words could be spilling out of Yuri's mouth.

"I'm... with my... with my boyfriend. He's p-pounding my ass right now..." Chaewon was groping her own ass at that moment, and she could feel herself getting moist.

She heard whispering at the other end. Yuri's voice rang clearer, even if a bit shakier. "He says... if I end the call... he'll tie me up and, and leave me," Yuri's breaths are heavy and laced with exhaustion, "un-until morning. So I'm sorry, but I can't... Mmmmff..."

Chaewon couldn't believe she was getting hot to the sound of her friend getting fucked hard. There was no way pure, sweet, innocent Yuri was like this, right? Absolutely impossible.

And yet, she found her own hand slipping under her panties. She felt her smooth pussy lips, how they were slick against her fingers, and how her insides were starting to burn up.

"Unnie... he's making me tell you..." Chaewon was all ears now, desperate for more.

"I have six inches of cock up my ass... and three ffffingers... in my soaking cunt." Three wouldn't fit, Chaewon thought, so she settled for two inside herself. Her pussy lips parted for them, and Chaewon let out a tiny "mmmh."

"He... he's rubbing my clit, and... AHHH--" Chaewon was palming her own clit as her fingers shoved themselves slowly in and out of her pussy, letting more of her juices out and onto her panties.

"... and he's s-slapping and pinching it, Unnie..." Frustrated and in heat, Chaewon frantically stripped and kicked away both her shorts and panties; they were ruined anyway. She lay comfortably back onto her bed and spread her legs, in prime position for her own missionary fucking, with regrettably nothing more than her left hand.

"And Unnie..." Her former member's deep and heavy breaths occupied the phone line. "P-please... don't let this... change how you see me... God, please, no..."

Chaewon pumped her fingers in and out of her pussy hard now. Her juices were falling all over her bedsheets, and the scent of her sex reaching her nose only spurred her on.

"Yuri... Tell me."

"He... he creampied me, Unnie..." Suddenly, Chaewon's hips lifted off the bed momentarily as she heard this. Her fingers found a good spot as she returned to the bed, and from then on strove to hit it again and again and again.

"More, Yuri-yah... please..." She couldn't hide it anymore, Chaewon was moaning just as loudly now as her beloved friend.

"Th-three times, Unnie... in my ass..." Chaewon's eyes shut tight as her brain locked onto what was being said. "And... six... I think, in my... my pussy... oh- OH GOD!"

Chaewon started grinding against her palm, forcing more pleasure through her crotch. She humped against the air, lifting and dropping her hips in a needy bid for her sweet release.

"FUCK! Unnie, I can't remember-- Shhhhhit, shitshitshitshit... How- how many times he came in my cunt- AHHHH!"

She could hear it so much better now, how her friend's ass slapped against her boyfriend's waist. Yuri's moans rang louder still, pushing her phone's speaker to its limit.

"Unnie, holy fuck, Unnie... Please... don't..." Yuri collected herself for a moment before starting again. "He... he has my-my nipples in clamps, too... It hurts so good, Chaewon-unnie, shit... everything is so good..."

Chaewon struggled against her top, and managed to get all of it up past her chest and under her neck. Her breasts bounced out from under her bra and relaxed. She pinched and squeezed her left nipple as hard as she could, feeling the nub stiffen against her fingertips.

"And I came, Unnie..." Her fingers returned to pleasuring her now-leaking pussy. Chaewon rubbed around her lips to collect more of her slick, before shoving now three of her fingers inside her.

"I came so... so many times. F-fifteen... before I- ahhh- lost c-count." Chaewon found her pace and rhythm again. She pistoned her fingers into and out of her sex as her moans reached the other end of the line too.

"Fuck, Yuri-yah, that sounds so fucking good... I'm close... I'm so close!"

"He's forcing me t-to tell you, Unnie, ahhhhh..."

Chaewon shut her eyes again, wishing, imagining it was her getting the railing of her life. Only now did she realize how big the wet spot on her bed between her legs was.

"I'm... Unnie, I'm... his slut. I'm his ffffuuuckdoll..."

Chaewon was straining herself now, her arm muscles burning with overexertion. She felt her cunt leak so much of her sex all over her hand. She wildly fingered her g-spot, praying that her climax comes soon.

"I'm his pleasure girl, Unnie," Chaewon heard her friend's voice break with sobs between words and moans. "I'm his slutty, hhhorny, p-personal o-onahole..."

At this point, Chaewon was sobbing too. Why couldn't she have a boyfriend like that? Why can't she be the one getting sexually taken advantage of? She even bet she could make Yuri's boyfriend feel worlds better than Yuri ever could.

"I'm his... I'm his slutty fucking cumdump, Unnie! He fucks me raw and creampies my cunt- AHHHHH- and I love when he fills my womb up so much it leaks out of my abused pussy!"

A scream dragged itself across Chaewon's throat, and she made sure both Yuri and her boyfriend heard. Chaewon's arm burned hotter with overfatigue as she was nearly breaking her own pussy with how hard she was pumping. "Fuck, Yuri! Please! I need to cum!"

"Fuck, Unnie, me too! Shit, Unnie, I have to tell you..."

Tears streamed down Chaewon's cheeks now, her crotch and thighs soaked with her slick. She's already lost control of herself and fully gave in to her body's desires, wailing cries and moans that she couldn't even recognize as her own anymore.

"I'm not safe, Unnie! I'm so fucking f-fertile! He's going to make me pregnant! H-he's put- FUCKING SHIT, PLEASE DADDY- He's putting a fucking baby in my womb!!! AAAHHHHHHH!"

"FFFFUCK, YURI! HOLY FUCK I'M CUMMING SO MUCH!!!"

Chaewon's cum sprayed out of her sore cunt in intense streams. Chaewon forcefully pulled her fingers out as her hips convulsed violently, wringing out every last drop of her climax. She kept squirting for what felt like ages, and with every spurt of her girlcum she grew less and less alert.

Her eyes were heavy, and her ears were failing her. Her hands dropped to the sides, as did her waist onto the mattress as her climax overwhelmingly resolved. She grew less and less aware of her heart beating out of her chest, and, finally, passed out naked on her cum-soaked bed.

“I see.”

“She’s a feisty one, isn’t she?” You barely hear your friend’s quip from the phone that was hovering over your shoulder as you talked to the Korean woman, who you had been told was named Yuri.

You press your phone against your ear again, saying, “Um, never mind. My bad.”

“No worries. Have fun.”

You hang up the phone, stuff it in your pocket, and say to Yuri, “My apologies, I didn’t mean to offend you, I just—”

“It’s fine.”

Yuri turns away, carefully stowing the identity card in her purse and setting it onto the dresser sitting next to the king-sized bed. She immediately seats herself on the bed, and just from the prim-and-proper, upright sitting position, you wonder if she’s a daughter of some wealthy family you’ll later regret getting involved with.

“So? Are we going to start?”

To this, you raise an eyebrow. Usually, your clients are demurer and need some easing into it; not to say you never got clients who are raring to go from the start, but none so blunt and with such an expressionless face, especially those who are so young as Yuri.

All the better when you get her moaning and screaming out for you.

“Eager, are you?”

Yuri rolls her eyes. “You aren’t being paid to stand around and talk at me, you’re being paid to fuck me.”

 “Then, let’s get started right away, shall we?” Yuri rolls her eyes again. ‘Finally,’ so says her body that was shuffling backwards to a laying-down position on the bed. “First of all, you can call me ‘Master’, or ‘Daddy’.”

Yuri scoffs, propping herself up by her elbows to look at you. “Yeah, right. Why would I need to do that?”

You usually don’t do this kind of stuff with your clients. With Yuri, though, you do it for a selfish reason: you want the satisfaction for when she eventually breaks and gives in. “For when you’re screaming as you cum on my dick.”

You can just barely tell that the vulgar language makes the snobby girl flinch, but almost imperceptibly. Thankfully, due to the line of business you are in, such minute details are things you’ve trained yourself to notice. “In your dreams, Leonardo DiCaprio.”

“Leonardo DiCaprio?”

“Since you seem to love younger girls so much. How old are you, even?”

A chuckle escapes your lips. Yuri was a feisty one for sure, but that isn’t necessarily a bad thing. “Let’s just say I’m less than twice your age.”

“So, you’re 39 years old.”

At that, you full-on laugh. “Is that how you took that?”

“Are we going to talk all night or are you going to strip already?”

Your dick twitches. Normally, you try to find something appealing about the body of your client, but with Yuri, doing so isn’t even remotely a challenge: her bosom is larger than what her petite figure might’ve suggested, and her skin is porcelain white and taut. She is beautiful as she is brattish, and that aspect makes this all the more appealing: Yuri’s demeanor might be combative now, but that only means conquering her will be all the more satisfying.

“Then, shall we?”

You waste no time in climbing onto the bed, throwing your shirt off in the process. And almost immediately, you come one step closer to that goal: as your naked torso is laid bare to the twenty-year-old woman, she freezes, her eyes bulging out of their sockets as they scan across your abs and pecs onto your deltoids, triceps, and then biceps that you’ve spent the last fifteen or so years of your life carefully sculpting for moments exactly like these. It lasts only for a second, breaking as soon as you make contact with her legs, parting them.

“No panties, huh? Good girl.”

Curtained by the delicate material of her skirt lay a pair of neatly shaven pussy lips. Although you wish there’s more light, Yuri is already starting to give some resistance against spreading her legs further, so you make do. However, even with the relatively dim lighting you have, you can easily see through her stalwart stubbornness as, the moment your fingers brush up against her labia, you can feel her entire body tense and hear her breath hitch ever so slightly. You grin to yourself, your fingers pushing aside the lips to reveal her pink, wet folds.

“I didn’t pay you to just stare at my pu-pussy.”

You burst out laughing, and while Yuri’s face turns an adorable shade of bright red, her demeanor remains standoffish. A grin invariably spills out onto your lips. “Your what?”

“Never mind!”

The smile on your lips widen, but you oblige her unspoken request to ‘get on with it’ and redirect your eyes back onto the intersection of her legs. This time, when your hands gently push against her legs, she offers less resistance, granting you a better view of those slightly damp, salmon-colored lips hidden between her legs.

“You’re surprisingly cute.”

“And you’re surprisingly talkative for a gigolo.”

“Most of my clients are younger than me, if you’d believe that.”

“I can, actually, Leo.”

The quip makes you smile again. “Plus, I only do this part-time.”

“Whatever. Less talking, more fuc—” Yuri cut herself up with a shrill, adorable, yelp. Your chest swells with pride, noting that as the second time you were able to break through her icy visage, this time by lightly rubbing her clit with your index finger.

“Yes, ma’am.” Unfortunately, getting more of a reaction from Yuri proves to be difficult, even as you trace the outline of her slit with your fingers. Not even occasionally brushing up against her sensitive nub again is able to draw out another reaction, but you can see why: Yuri had sucked in her lips, but is otherwise maintaining her stone-cold demeanor as much as she can. You can still see traces of the work your fingers on her though: a slight hitch of her breath, the slight way she grimaces every now and then, even the avid way she seems to be avoiding your eyes, completely unlike before where she seemed to keep her eyes on you in an attempt to assert dominance over you.

“How is that? Feel good?” While Yuri doesn’t grace your question with a verbal response, her body does. Surely, gradually, her labia becomes more and more damp, her pussy spurting more and more liquid onto your fingers. “You’re getting so wet.”

Yuri opens her mouth to answer, but instead lets out a half-gasp, half-moan when you press your index and middle fingers against her sensitive vaginal lips and run the two digits against them. “Fu—can you just get on with it already?”

“Why? Your body is telling me that it wants to be toyed with more.” To prove your point, your index and thumb gently pinch her clit, causing Yuri to let loose the second squeal of the night. “See?”

“Tha-That’s cheating!”

“All’s fair in love and war.”

“You realize that doesn’t even remotely make sense—” Yuri cuts herself short by a sharp gasp, your index finger now circling the base of her sensitive nub.

“Hm? What were you saying?”

You can see the curses Yuri is flinging at you with her eyes, but the challenge you propose to her is one her ego won’t allow her to back down from. “It-it doesn’t make any sense—” your thumb takes the role from your index finger while your longer digits play with her slowly moistening folds, “—bec-because, that quo-quote, is talking about—” you are barely listening to her, each stutter widening the grin on your face, “—about, how, love is l-like, like war—” the careful, sensual rubbing motions of your fingers, the slow, methodical rimming of her clit by your thumb, you can tell each and every one of your motions are gradually undoing the stubborn Korean woman. Still, she stubbornly continues. “—like war, in that any—any method is allo-allowable.”

“Hmm, I see…”

Foreplay is an important part of sex, especially in your line of work. Whereas sex normally occurs between people with mutual sexual attraction, the more transactional sex you partake in means there is less initial natural lubrication to smooth out the process. Especially for women who have yet to be deflowered, being rash and forceful is the quickest way to lose your clientele. To be clear, the sex is an integral reason why you’ve taken on this part-time occupation, but the reason why you’ve become so popular, or at least so goes your theory, is because of how much attention you put into foreplay, or namely, because of how much you enjoy it.

Seeing a woman squirm at your touch, watching their breaths deepen and arousal settle into their eyes, feeling their wetness grow and grow until they can’t bear it anymore, and yet still denying them for just a bit longer … there’s something invigorating about knowing you are the catalyst that pushes a woman to be in heat, and subsequently, act as the spark that ignites that heat into an explosive ending. In your opinion, this is when every woman is the most beautiful: when she is aroused beyond belief, face flushed and inner thighs damp, begging to be taken.

“So, you read a lot?”

Yuri, in her current state, barely has the wits about her to respond. You know that, but you also know that her ego will shove her arousal down as far as she can push it. To admit that she’s being turned on by your actions is an admission of defeat, to surrender her pride … but how far is she willing to go to maintain this visage?

“It-It-It’s—” You can’t tell if it’s embarrassment from stammering so horribly or from sheer arousal that the tips of her ears ignite into a beautiful shade of pink, but she continues regardless, “—it’s not—” Yuri barely makes it to two words before she cuts herself off with something between a high-pitched squeal and a sigh, a reaction to the slight bit of pressure your thumb applies to the side of her clit, “—pl-please, it’s n-not, not even—” you can see how hard she is trying to respond to your question, and you can see how frustrated she is that she is unable to speak evenly, and all you want to do is to push her more. “—that obs-obscure of knowledge.”

“Hmm, is that so? Well, what does that make me, who didn’t know that?” Yuri opens her mouth to respond, but this time is utterly unable to do so. “I guess you’re a smarty-pants, then, huh? Is that why you’ve come to me? Because you scare off all the guys with your intellect?”

“N-No!” You can see you’ve struck a nerve with her. “I-I’m, I’m not—scary!”

“The stammering mess that you are right now, I’d say you’re anything but.” Yuri flushed an even deeper shade of red, which was apparently possible, and remained silent, not even opening her mouth to respond. “You’re quite cute.”

“Wha-Whatever,” Yuri responds, but her attempt to keep her voice cold and flat falls flat on its face. You chuckle to yourself, then begin applying more pressure to her labia—not inserting them yet, but repeatedly making actions like you are about to. Every time your fingers press against them, you can see Yuri sharply inhale, but just before they push past her damp folds, you pull away. Push and pull, push and pull, Yuri’s breathing becoming increasingly erratic with every passing moment.

How much will it take for her to break? How much can she endure? Your eyes bore into her soul while your fingers unravel the poised, persistent princess she prefaced herself to be.

“Just—”

You stop as abruptly as she interrupts you, but after the one-word interjection, Yuri seems unwilling to continue. “Hm? Just what?”

“Fuck…” you hear her swearing under her breath. You can feel the tension in her body, her will pinning herself down, and even so, the slight squirming and jerking of her body spilling through the cracks. She wants to squirm and writhe under your touch, she wants to scream about how much you’re teasing her, she wants to beg for more, but her ego refuses to let her do so.

“Did you want something from me?”

Here’s the key part: your two digits dip quickly into her heat, but before she has a chance to register the thing she had been so eager for, you take them out.

“Fuck!”

“You gotta speak to me, Yuri.”

Next, your thumb presses down on the clit you’ve been so carefully preparing for this very moment, but before she can let loose the sound of her pleasure, the pressure dissipates.

“Fuck, oh my gosh…”

Give her a taste of what’s to come. Tease her with a hint of the reward, but take it away before she can fully enjoy it. Once she’s tasted the sweetness of the fruit, she’ll do anything to have another bite.

“Hm?”

“…please…”

Yuri barely mutters the word, but you aren’t satisfied.

“What’s that? Yuri, you gotta speak—”

“Fuck, please!” she screams, her hips bucking as your fingers complete another lap around her slit, “please, please, please, stop teasing me and fucking put it inside already!”

Maybe you’re a special kind of demented, but this exact moment is nearly as euphoric as the climax itself. The stone-cold, stalwart expression in her eyes now verging on the point of tears, desperate, lips no longer pressed together in defiance but pulled into a deep, frustrated pout, eyebrows creased, her svelte frame almost at the point of vibrating, bits of sweat glistening against the subdued lighting of the hotel room, her perfectly proportioned face, blindingly clear, pastel-white skin, lush waves of midnight locks splayed out against the mattress she lays upon, soft, red lips, slightly flushed cheeks and delicate, beautiful fingers now curled into fists, the quickened rise and fall of her heaving, clothed chest—an already immaculately beautiful woman, in her most beautiful state. Honestly, sometimes, it feels like you’re cheating your customers of their money. If anything, it should be you who pays her for letting you witness such a breathtakingly stunning, and deeply arousing, sight.

“That’s it. Good girl.”

You pull your hand away, and before Yuri can complain, your fingers curl at the hem of her top and pull it over her head. Yuri complies with the unspoken request, lifting her arms and letting you take her top off, leaving her clad in just the hitched skirt and a frilly, black bra.

“What are you doing?”

“Are you complaining?”

You meet her fiery gaze with equal determination, and eventually, Yuri backs down. “You really wanted to look at my tits that badly, huh?”

“I like you.” Not expecting the straight-forward admission, Yuri guffaws at you, pink-cheeked. “You bratty types.”

Suddenly, her attitude flips. “What, are you—” a squeal, Yuri’s, and suddenly, she’s unable to finish her sentence.

“All talk and no bite.”

You can see Yuri is more hesitant to respond, but her ego doesn’t allow her to stay silent at that. “Wh—” she should’ve been expecting it, but your finger pressing against her clit transforms her words into a squeal all the same.

“Always putting up a strong front. You love to be in control. Or, rather, you think you love being in control.” Yuri doesn’t respond, instead looking at you with an indignant expression. Half of it is offended at your assertions, and half of it is begging you to get on with it already! “Yet, here you are, with me.”

“That—That’s not what happened!”

“Oh? Isn’t it?”

“My—…My stupid friends, they thought it would be funny to do this to me.”

“You let them drive you here?”

“Kicking and screaming.”

“And you’d let your friends force you to do this?”

“W-Well, they—they were really forceful, and they seemed—seemed like they really wanted me to do this, so…”

“Were they the ones to took your panties off beforehand?”

Yuri’s face turned even more red. “Y-Yeah!”

It’s easy enough to poke holes into her story, but, “Oh, poor Yuri.”

“What?” Yuri is trying her best to look tough, but the flustered state of her cheeks only makes her look adorable.

“Trying to make it seem like you don’t want this, when look how wet you are.”

Yuri squeals again when you run a finger down her slit, and then bring the slick digit up to her. “Th-That’s just a physiological response!”

“Do you know how I know you want this?” Yuri’s silent, fierce stare informs you that she doesn’t intend to dignify your question with a response. “I saw the name of the owner of the card that paid for this service.” Seeing the dread fall upon Yuri’s face nearly makes you break out into laughter. “I guess even a smarty-pants like you can be a little dumb sometimes, huh?”

“Th-That-That—…so what?!”

You shake your head. “Of course, nothing’s wrong with it.”

“Then why are you stalling so much? Are you scared? That you’ll cum right away, when you stick it in my—stick it in me?”

Your fingers curl around the hem of her skirt and, with a firm tug, free it from her waist. Your other hand pushes the rest of the article of clothing off her leg and off the bed, leaving the Korean beauty covered only by her bra. “You feisty ones. Always a pleasure.”

“What?”

A smile spills out on your lips. “You all start off so fierce. But, by the end, you all inevitably reveal your true nature: a scared, demure little kitten, who just wants someone to play with.”

“Do you treat all—” this time, Yuri gasps at your hand sneaking under her bra and rolling the nipple of her left breast between your knuckles.

“Oh, don’t worry. In a little bit, you’ll be begging for more.”

In the motion of rolling her eyes, Yuri’s bra is pushed above her breasts, and your hands are on them, lightly, fingers grazing the surface of the soft, sensitive skin. Having been primed for rough treatment, the feathery touches of your fingers now is leaving something to be desired. You can see Yuri arching her back ever so slightly, but you, the professional, draw back just enough to barely maintain contact. You can just about hear the curse lingering on Yuri’s lips, but the only sound that comes out is an exhale that grows deeper the more your fingers lightly massage the plush skin of her supple breasts.

“You’re so quiet all of the sudden. What’s the matter?”

You can see the brief-second struggle that goes on in Yuri’s mind, battling her ego’s need to respond to your quip with her arousal’s attempt to let slip a frustrated gasp or moan. “Th-That—ah~” As soon as she starts speaking, both of your thumbs move dangerously close to her areola. Her chest rises in anticipation of finally being rewarded for all the teasing you’re doing, but just as suddenly, you pull back your thumbs.

“Hm?”

This time, Yuri additionally starts cursing at you with her eyes, and that only makes your smile widen. She can’t just let you win like that, but if she opens her mouth again, you’ll just interrupt her again. So, the only choice is to respond and not react to whatever you’re about to do to her. “—was just think-hnng…” You are a professional, though, and know exactly how to push the buttons of an inexperienced young brat like Yuri. You up the ante, your index and middle fingers lightly rubbing against her areola, causing her to shiver in response, just barely able to suppress a moan but continues on regardless, “—th-thinking, thinking, that you’re—ah, ple—” Yuri catches herself just short of finishing that word from the feeling of your fingers barely grazing the erect, sensitive nubs sitting atop her mounds. Her back noticeably arches into your fingers, but, as usual, you pull away just in time, leaving her with only the ghost of your touch. “St-Stop that!”

“Hm? Oh, you want me to stop?”

You pull your hands away, and you swear you can just barely hear a whimper escape her lips. The expression, of desperation and longing, of a needy puppy who wants—who needs—to continue to be pet, lingers on her face for only a split second. “N-No! I mean—” Your eyebrows go up; Yuri’s trapped, and she knows it. She wants to correct you, that she isn’t requesting you to stop doing what you were doing but to stop interrupting her like that, but do say so is to admit that she likes what your hands are making her feel.

“No? So you want me to continue?”

“W-Well, well, I mean, I-I-I, just—” with every syllable, Yuri’s face turns redder, and your smile turns into a chuckle, “—I paid for you to … to, I mean, not to—not to just play with my tits all night.”

“It looked like you were enjoying it so much, though.” Before she can respond with indignance, your hands go back onto her breasts, its pliability easily giving out to the gentle massaging motion of your hands. Yuri’s mouth opens and her eyebrows tighten, but manages to just barely suppress the moan that threatened to escape her lips. “See?”

“So, so, you’re just gonna play with my tits all night and that’s it?”

“Oh, a nipple orgasm can be quite powerful.”

“Pfft.”

You can tell Yuri’s dismissal is genuine, and that lights a fire under you. “Oh, do you not believe me?”

“That’s not an actual thing. Are you saying you can make me cum just by playing with my boobs?”

“Is that a challenge?”

Under your fierce, determined gaze, you can see Yuri’s disbelief waver. But, as expected, her ego forbids her from saying anything other than, “Yeah. It is, Leo.”

“Take that bra off, I’ll fetch some things.” You climb off the bed and retrieve a bottle of massage oil and a clitoris vibrator from your bag. Sure enough, when you turn back to face Yuri, her bra is laying neatly at her side, her eyes fixated on you as you set the toy on the nightstand and climb back onto the bed, bottle in hand. “Now, before I start, first off, I want to let you know that there’s no need to be shy or embarrassed, ok? I’m a professional, and—”

“Yeah yeah, get on with it.”

You can tell that her confidence is beginning to break apart at the sight of the items you procured from the seemingly innocuous backpack sat in the corner of the room, so your warning came as a reassurance. While not totally unexpected, Yuri’s brash interruption builds upon the desire you have to ruin her.

Not only will she be begging for more, she’ll also be in tears while she does so, and when she cums, you’ll make sure it’s so unforgettable that she can’t help but come back for more.

“Very well.”

You start by applying a small amount of the oil to both hands, enough so that you can just barely see the reflection of the room’s light with the sheen of oil covering your hands. The slightest gasp escapes Yuri’s lips as your hands reestablish contact with her boobs, starting from the outsides, using a gentle, circular, massaging motion with your slick hands. Your massage follows the cadence of her breathing, firmly applying pressure to her breasts with the entire surface area of your palm, your fingers sinking into the silken, delicate texture of the supple mounds to use as a foothold to allow your palm to transfer the equally silky oil from your hands to her. You can feel the warmth of the soft beauty of the woman laying beneath you; soft sighs threaten to escape her gently parted lips, and in resisting, beads of sweat start to reform along her forehead. The closer you get to her areola, the more you can feel her breath deepening, and the more you notice Yuri fighting the urge to gasp or sigh.

“You’re doing great, Yuri.” Your palms cup the underside of her breasts, fingers splitting to avoid her areola, use the same, circular massaging motion on the plush skin. Her boobs move easily with the motion of your firm hands, and you can start to feel Yuri start to also move in tandem with your circular massaging motions. You smile but keep the observation to yourself.

It takes nearly five full minutes, but by the time you’re sure you’ve covered every square inch of her boobs, except for the most sensitive part, you turn your gaze back up to Yuri’s face just as your thumbs ghost over the outer most area of her areola.

“Hnn…”

You can clearly see the impact of the massage: Yuri’s eyes are slammed shut, her body tense, her hands balled into tight fists, every fiber of her being is trying to resist the ecstasy coursing through her veins.  “How are you doing?”

Yuri is barely even able to respond to you, reduced to such a state that she’s only able to reply with, “Good.”

You nod, reapplying some oil to the fingertips of your right hand. “I’m glad to hear that.” As soundlessly as you can, you rid yourself of your shirt and lean forward, keeping that right hand on her breasts while the other comes up to cup her face. Yuri melts at your touch, wordlessly letting you tilt her head to the side to grant you access to her nape, which you readily take advantage of.

“Mmm!”

The same moment you plant a kiss just under her jaw, your index and middle finger reward her patience by rubbing the sensitive, light-brown patch. Ever slightly more, you can now feel her breath hitching and deepening from your lips and the slight quivering of her body as it shivers against yours. You alternate, carefully placing your two fingers on her areola and rubbing it in a circular motion for a few seconds, making sure to avoid her nipples, before moving to the other, accompanying each motion with another kiss or a slight nibble. Yuri’s legs begin to rub against each other, heat welling up inside her body, but every time she tries to satiate that heat by arching her back in a desperate attempt for more contact, you, ever so practiced, pull away.

“So impatient,” you mutter, planting another kiss near her Adam’s apple as the two digits draw another circle, “so needy. Do you want it that badly?”

“…gosh…”

The breathless reply, you figure, is the best you would get, so you oblige. When you pull away, Yuri’s eyes snap open, the distress in her eyes transforming into an anticipatory lustful gaze that lands on the vibrator in your hand.

“Feel free to relax, Yuri. You’ve been amazing so far.”

“Wh-Wha-Wha—a-ahn!” an adorable squeal erupts from Yuri’s lips as you turn the vibrator on and press it against the oily areola of her breasts, jumping as if an electric current was sent through her body.

“It’s ok, Yuri. Breathe in,” she obeys, shakily taking in a breath, “and breathe out,” she exhales, noticeably less tense than before. “Enjoy it. Let yourself feel.” You push your voice into a lower, deeper register, seeing its immediate effect from the tension in Yuri’s body gradually starting to unwind. “Feel the warmth. Feel the vibration. Let the pleasure course through your body.” The ripple effects of your words are visible in her body, the way the tension in her limbs seem to come undone slowly with each breath. “Let the ecstasy overwhelm you.” With each syllable, the resistance in Yuri’s body fades, and with each circle you trace on both of her boobs, her body heats up. “This is all a natural part of your body. It’s nothing to fear.”

 “Hm…” you can barely hear the sigh over the low hum of the vibrator against her skin, only audible thanks to your eyes being trained on her face. “Hm…”

“That’s it. You’re doing amazingly, Yuri.”

The vibrator draws ever closer to her nipple, but, just as it seems like it’s about to make contact, you alternate to the other breast. With every new tool you introduce, it felt to Yuri like you had been building up to this, but as she grows accustomed to it, the heat in her body starts building, and the ballooning arousal in her system causes impatience to settle in once again.

This entire time, you’ve deliberately avoided her nipples, even though the clitoris vibrator you’re using is primarily used to stimulate such stiff, erogenous areas as the nipple. The more you tease her, the closer you get, the more you can feel Yuri’s impatience build, eventually resulting in a clearly audible whine when, for the umpteenth time, you pull the vibrator away millimeters away from touching the stiff, sensitive nub.

“Good girl.” Trapped between your legs, you can feel Yuri’s tighten, rubbing against each other, desperate to do something with all this welled-up heat and lust. “Good girl.”

It remains elusive. Your free hand joins the fray, massaging one breast while the other is being attended by the sex toy, and when you pull away just barely before grazing her nipple, Yuri lets out an even louder whine.

“Pl…”

Yuri stops herself, but you don’t let her.

“Hm?”

Your other hand’s index finger and thumb rub the oily, light-brown skin as the vibrator repeats the same circular motions. This time, Yuri is watching, her face now beet-red, eyes intense, her lips parted and parting more the closer the vibrator comes to the prize, and when it falls short yet again, the noise that ends up coming out of her parted lips is a whimper.

“I-I, I already said it…”

“Said what?” This time, the vibrator makes contact with her nipple: only for the shortest split second, but enough for Yuri to let out a moan that quickly transforms into a whimper when the sensation disappears instantaneously.

“I said it already, don’t make me…”

“Come, Yuri. Be a good girl, show how good your manners are.”

The ghost of that sensation that sent shockwaves throughout her entire body, if only for a split second, seems to linger. Feeling your gentle yet firm fingers against her skin, feeling the soft vibrations of the sex toy drawing ever nearer but never hitting the mark, Yuri feels her mind slowly slipping, all rational thought, all of her ego and resistances being replaced with that sensation. She needs it, she needs more of it, she needs to feel it fully, and you’re the only one who can give it to her.

“Please, please…”

She doesn’t say any more of that, so you treat her proportionally: the vibrator grazes her other nipple, but before Yuri can even feel anything, the sensation disappears. “Please…?”

Yuri’s lips are pulled into a deep pout. You can see the gears grinding in her mind, every fiber of her being fighting the stubborn front the young Korean woman wants to maintain, and the tears starting to form in her eyes tell of the strain her refusal to acquiesce to the pleasures of her body is. Her impatience has built and built, and now, it’s finally grown massive enough to topple the defiance she tried so hard to cling on to. “Please, use it on my—” she pauses, clearly embarrassed to say the word, but your encouraging nod goads the word out of her mouth, “—on my-my, my nipples, too.”

A smile breaks out across your lips. “Good girl.”

The moment the vibrator makes contact with her right nipple, Yuri lets out a noise that lay somewhere between a gasp and a yelp, quickly shutting her parted lips. But, even as Yuri tries to muffle her ecstasy, she can do nothing about how loudly her body is screaming of it: her head tilts back, her back arching into the electronic device, her thighs rubbing even more tightly against each other, a wet spot beginning to form on the sheets of the bed she lays upon, her balled fists now tightly grabbing onto her legs, as if bracing onto them for something.

It’s when the index finger and thumb pinch her other nipple that Yuri is unable to contain it anymore.

“A-Ah!”

Twisting and turning the hardened nub, rolling it between your fingers as the vibrator works its magic on its twin, Yuri’s voice grows louder with each stimulating movement, the heat welling up inside her growing and spreading.

“That’s it. Let it all out.”

You alternate, letting the nipple of her left breast feel the vibrator as the right becomes trapped by the fingers of your right hand, but both nipples, now being overstimulated by the new sensations, push Yuri’s senses into overdrive.

“Ah, oh my, oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh—”

Now unabashedly moaning, unable to do anything but voice her ecstasy, Yuri’s eyes slam shut, her body openly rebelling against her initial plans to remain stoic, squirming, shaking, her arousal deepening and the heat within her building and building to a nearly unbearable level.

“It’s ok, Yuri. Let yourself feel everything. Let it overwhelm you. Don’t hold back.”

When she’s not making snarky quips, you notice that Yuri’s voice is actually extremely attractive. Part of you considers giving her your real name just so that you can hear her scream it.

“Please, please, oh my gosh, oh my—fuck!”

You alternate again, your fingers kneading her tits with greater intensity while rolling, twisting, pinching, and pulling at her nipple, the vibrator pressing into the plush texture of her other breast, stimulating the sensitive skin and the stiff bundle of nerves that stood proudly in the center.

“Haah, fuck, it’s so—” all the tension, all the waiting and wanting more, all the teasing and withholding, dangling the fruit she so desperately wants just out of reach, all of the build up leads to this, the explosive, overwhelming sensation that’s sending shockwaves all across her body. Yuri doesn’t know what to do with herself, her brain so overloaded with pleasure that any semblance of stubbornness, resistance, any trace of the bratty-ness that just about defined her character completely gone. “—so, ah, hnng…”

The more Yuri squirms, the messier her hair becomes, the more sweat that gleans off her forehead, and the more erratic her movements become.

“Can you feel it?” It’s a rhetorical question. It doesn’t take a professional to see how close Yuri has become to climax. And, every inch closer she becomes, that competitive part of you that took her scoffing at the idea of a nipple orgasm as a challenge screams out ever louder, only smothered by the professional veneer you’ve spent so long building.

“Yes, oh my gosh…”

“Are you close?” Yuri nods. There’s a tightness that returns to her body, but it’s not the same resistant kind of tightness that fought against the pleasure her body was feeling. The body is a canvas, and, when in heat, the language it speaks is one you are fluent in. “Can you feel it start to wash over you?” Again, Yuri nods. “Go ahead. Let it all out.”

“Fuck—”

Yuri’s shrill, ecstatic scream fills the room, her body shaking, the building tsunami of pleasure crashing down onto her. Your ears fill with the beautiful melody of her ecstasy, your eyes blessed with the erotic scene of Yuri’s lithe body overcome with a bone-shaking orgasm. Having set the toy down, your hands continue to gently knead her supple bosom, rolling her swollen, light-brown teats with your knuckles as you do so. The previously pristine, snowy-white complexion of Yuri’s face is now glowing pink, and you are glowing in the aftermath of your victory. The defeated party, however, is wholly unable to respond, failing to hold back the torrent of moans and whimpers, each wave of pleasure crashing down on her shaking loose a bit more of her juices that leak out onto her legs and the bedsheets below. In the corner of your eyes, you can see that the wet stain at the intersection of her legs growing, and when your eyes travel down there, you’re graced with the sexy sight of Yuri’s thighs glimmering with the sticky fluid, her toes slowly uncurling as her climax comes to an end.

It takes a moment after her climax subsides that Yuri regains her bearings, and when she does, she jolts to an upright position. Her eyes flicker to the dark stain on the bedsheets, then to her own legs. The tips of her ears, her cheeks, just about her entire face is burning a deep red.

“Wh-Wha-Wha-Wha—”

“How was it? Your first nipple orgasm, I presume?”

“Wh-Wha-What, what, what did you do?!”

Even your professionalism can’t hide the shit-eating grin that appears in the face of Yuri’s indignant, embarrassed response. “I told you, didn’t I? Nipple orgasms can be quite nice.”

Yuri grabs the pillow next to her and buries her face in it. “I … I can’t believe…” Her visuals would’ve ordinarily suggested it, but her standoffish demeanor made you second guess it; it takes this moment to make you realize that Yuri does, indeed, have a cute side after all. Part of you wonders what she’d be like if she was this cute all the time, but then you realize satisfying moments like these wouldn’t happen if that were the case. “…you actually just, just, made me cum from just … j-just, touching my boobs…”

Part of you feels bad for the poor, naïve girl, but the other part of you feels like rubbing it in her face even more. So, you go for a middle-ground approach. “I am a professional, after all. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Th-That’s right!” Hearing that seems to have reminded Yuri of something. She looks up at you, and, although her face is still rather flustered, her eyes meet yours. “That wasn’t what I paid for! I paid you to fuck me!”

“Hm? Are you complaining?”

“W-Well—” it’s easy to see the answer in her face, but her ego doesn’t let her admit it, “—yes! I—I, I didn’t want to cum from that. All those reviews raved about how great you were, especially dealing with vir—” as obvious as it is, Yuri still somehow feels the need to be embarrassed at that fact. Seeing the unchanging expression of your face gives her the confidence to continue, “—virgins, and especially with how—how—…”

“How great I am with my dick?”

Yuri, who had begun cooling down from being so red, turns a shade pinker at the harsh wording you chose to use. “Yeah.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll get to it. Just think of what you just experienced as a first-time bonus.”

“I bet you say that to all the girls.”

“Hm?” The playful grin returns to your lips. “Jealous?”

Yuri rolls her eyes. “As if. Try again, Leo.”

“Still calling me that, huh?”

“You haven’t given me anything to call you by, so that’s what I’m calling you.”

“If I recall properly, I did give you something.”

“You really think I’m gonna call you ‘daddy’?”

“Oh? Another challenge?”

Clearly intimidated by how successfully you completed the first ‘challenge’ Yuri presented you, now, the young Korean woman backs off, her eyes wide. “N-No. No, it’s not, I’m just saying.”

“Sweet little Yuri.”

There’s a kind of fear in Yuri’s eyes that you enjoy. You can tell you’ve earned respect from Yuri—or, maybe the word isn’t ‘respect’. More like ‘reverence’. Whatever it is, Yuri can clearly feel the weight behind your words, and with the promise you just made to her, she feels its inevitability as a threat to her own autonomy.

“Wai—” the words are cut off with a shrill yelp as you spread her legs and run two digits along her wet slit.

“You want to get right into it, right?” you say as you quickly strip off your pants, then your boxers.

“Uh-Uh, um, ye-yeah.” There is considerably more hesitation in her voice as her eyes land on your hard-on, but her ego prevents her from doing anything but doubling down.

“Excellent.” Yuri’s impatience is starting to affect you as well; but first… “For once, we agree on something.”

When you grab her legs and lift her bum up, the hesitation in her eyes starts to pop out. “U-Uh! U-um, wait…”

You stop in the motion of positioning your dick at her entrance. “Cold feet?”

You know those taunting words will reignite her resolve, and seeing the fire return in her eyes, you smile to yourself. It’s almost too easy. “You wish. Try me, Leo.”

Immediately after that, Yuri lets out a gasp from the feeling of your length rubbing against her slick folds and another, louder gasp when your cock brushes against her clit. You wordlessly observe the kaleidoscope of emotions Yuri’s face is shifting through: the stalwart stubbornness to hide her pleasure, her parted lips trying to stay shut, her eyes that rapidly flip between pleasure and frustration, her indecisive legs halfway between wrapping themselves around your waist and pushing you away, but her furrowed eyebrows and the slight puffs of pleasure that inexplicably escape her lips every now and then that betray her desire to keep a poker face.

“F-Fuck, are you just gonna rub y-your dick against my pus—against my p—against it, or are you gonna use it like you’re supposed to?”

As fun as it is to tease the obstinate girl, you figure bringing her to beg twice is good enough. And, although you are a professional, you are also a man: no woman you’ve ever been with had elicited such a strong desire to fuck relentlessly than Jo Yuri.

“I appreciate the haste, Yuri, but don’t you think you’re forgetting something?”

Yuri rolls her eyes, for once showing the genuine feeling of frustration she’s experiencing on her face while you pull away. “Now what?”

As impatient as you, yourself, are to, as she would put it, ‘get on with it already’, remembering these important details, even in the heat of the moment, are why this part-time gig is so fruitful for you. “Protection, Yuri. Unless you have no issues risking getting pregnant, it would be wise for you to remember this for your future partners as well.”

How could she have forgotten? Was she that impatient that she forgot such a crucial step? And, most importantly, how were you going to react if you figured out? It’s equal parts fascinating and amusing how you can see these questions going through Yuri’s mind.

“Well, you—well, that’s your job, isn’t it?”

As expected, Yuri completely disregarded it, in fact shifting the responsibility to you, but you simply smile back. “I suppose you’re correct.” While her words remain brash, her actions become less so: you can feel her eyes zeroed in on your cock as you roll the condom over it, making sure to leave a little bit of space at the tip. Her legs remain spread, obediently waiting for you to situate yourself between them once again, and this time, when you lift her butt up to align yourself against her damp sex, she doesn’t complain. You aren’t looking at her face, intentionally so: at this juncture, meeting her gaze has a chance to activate her stubborn nature, and given how her arousal and impatience has turned those aspects of her personality down so much already, that’s the last thing you want to do—for now, at least. And, this time, when you run your condom-covered cock against Yuri’s pussy lips, she doesn’t complain, although you can hear puffs escaping her mouth that you’re unsure are muffled moans or silenced protests. You can feel her burning gaze locked onto your dick, but you don’t meet it: Yuri’s lips are pretty, but if you had to pick, you’d say the lips you’re currently looking at are more appealing.

“Aah, gosh…” When you hear Yuri muttering that under her breath, you take that as your cue.

“I don’t suppose I need to ask…?” It’s only when you say those words that you look up at Yuri, who appears to have transformed into a completely new woman: her eyes were now unabashedly screaming in desperation, not even flinching as your gaze lands on her, trained fiercely on the member that’s rubbing against her flopping, wet folds.

“N-No.” It’s adorable, how much Yuri is trying to cling onto any semblance of control.

“Good.”

That’s the last warning you give her before you unceremoniously shove as much of your length as you can fit in one stroke inside her.

“Ah, ah fuck!”

With that, the last bit of control Yuri so desperately clung onto slips out of her grasp. You feel yourself tensing, too; the wetness, the intense pressure, the heat emanating from her core dials your arousal up and up. Your professionalism is all that’s holding you back from abandoning all pretenses and ravaging her with all the pent-up lust you’ve gathered from watching the sexy, young Korean woman squirming under your touch, exuding such ecstasy that it spills over the sky-high dam of self-control and petulant resistance her psyche had constructed, into her eyes and past her lips. Yuri, while certainly not the most curvaceous woman you’ve been with, is undoubtedly one of the most beautiful, and while that would’ve ordinarily been enough to create an intense desire, the satisfaction of getting her, the woman who insisted over and over on ‘starting’ but becomes hesitant the second you pull your pants down, who scoffs at the idea of being stimulated to orgasm from only her boobs only to succumb to such an intense climax minutes later, to so loudly exclaim her lust and pleasure drives your desire up further.

You find yourself unable to tear your eyes away from Yuri’s face, ever the picturesque view, even twisted in pleasure as it is while you slowly, gently push yourself inside her. The amount of restraint you’re exercising grows by the second, especially as you see the steely, cold visage Yuri had initially put up sliding off bit by bit, but you hold on. It certainly helps that the incredible tightness of Yuri’s cunt makes it easy to restrain yourself; although she’s providing plenty of natural lubrication for your cock to enjoy, each millimeter feels like an intense battle you have to win every single time.

“Congrats on finally losing your virginity.”

Yuri doesn’t have a chance to respond with words, another moan coming tumbling out her pretty little lips, the feeling of her newly deflowered pussy being pried apart so much sending shockwaves throughout her body and overloading her mind. You continue watching Yuri, gently rocking back and forth, advancing bit by bit with every stroke: her half-lidded eyes, her thrown-back head, her silky, jet-black locks spread all across the pillow her head is resting on, her slightly parted, cherry-red, cupid’s bow lips, the purity of her beauty still shining brightly amongst the pleasure mixed in spurs you on even more.

The further you go, the more you’re reminded to hold the breaks; as much as you want to go full throttle and ruin her, the fact that she’s a virgin is even present in how incredibly tight she is, and then again when you feel a resistance you’re familiar with.

“Yuri, are—”

“Ye-Yes, yes, do it!”

You don’t need to hear any more than that. You brace your knees against the mattress and start applying firm pressure against the barrier until it makes way for your cock, and even as it does it does so, there’s almost no change in Yuri’s facial expression: while there’s signs of slight discomfort, you can still clearly see the pleasure on her face. It turns out, your caution proves to be excessive as, not seconds afterwards, Yuri is egging you on.

“Fuck, please…”

The process of breaking one’s hymen isn’t always painful, or even uncomfortable, but this is your first time breaking it for a client who is this indifferent about it. Did she even notice? Is she just playing it off? But you don’t even see tears forming in the corners of her closed eyes.

“Do you want me to continue?”

“Yes! Please!”

It isn’t your intention to make her plead more: it’s professional curtesy as well as human decency to treat your clients who wish to have their cherries popped with care, but seeing as Yuri seems to have no desire to be treated that way, you figure it’s additionally your professional duty to oblige that request.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Yuri’s moans grow a few pitches higher and a few decibels louder in reaction to you obeying that request. Her legs start wrapping around your waist, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world, following the rocking motion of your body, pushing deeper inside her with each thrust. Her softly swaying tits are tempting, the erect and slightly swollen nipples even more so, but you keep your hands on her waist. Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, you make progress, and Yuri notices too.

“Oh gosh, how much more is there?”

“A little less than half is left.”

Your last few clients have been on the more experienced side, but even so, you feel as though you’ve never experienced a pussy that is this incredibly tight. It’s a good thing Yuri is already lubricated from her previous orgasm, or else this might’ve been too painful for her, or perhaps impossible, even.

“What?!”

You’re above-average in size—obviously, or else you wouldn’t be nearly so popular—and while you don’t always get comments about that fact, it’s all but inevitable for someone of Yuri’s stature. You’re not sure if it’s simply her small stature, or maybe the prim-and-properness you initially detected about her leading to minimal self-love down here, or maybe it’s her slim-yet-toned body that incidentally causes her pussy to be this tight, but you find yourself having to take more and more breaks to let her—and yourself, frankly—to get used to your girth and length.

“You can do it, can’t you?”

You’re the one who says it, and you of all men know the amazing capacity of the vagina to stretch, but even you aren’t sure if Yuri can fit your entire length. And, this time, even the challenging words you pose to Yuri isn’t enough to light a fire in her eyes.

“Oh my…”

That daunting prospect aside, hearing the slightly horrified whisper that trails off into nothingness fills your ego even fuller than Yuri’s incessant moans already have. If hearing Yuri professing her pleasure so openly is the fuel that drives your every thrust, that whisper is the nitro boost that pushes you into overdrive.

“One way to find out?”

You don’t give Yuri a chance to acquiesce, tossing aside polite, professional considerations for the comfort of your customer.

“A—fuck!”

Yuri’s moans transform into ecstatic screams, and it feels like your body absorbs the sound as well as the tight warmth of her pussy attempting to squeeze the life out of your cock. You can feel more of the viscous fluids stick to the thin plastic covering along your length with every in-stroke, and feel bits of those fluids fly out and land all over your groin, Yuri’s groin, her legs, even on both of your stomachs, and all of it pushes you further and further. You can feel your cock wedging between her tight walls and slowly forcing them apart, and somehow, this entirely novel experience doesn’t seem to particularly phase Yuri; each moan that escapes her lips urges you forward.

“Fuck, I-I can’t, it’s—it’s too big!”

That’s the first indication of Yuri resisting, but her body says otherwise: her legs have now firmly wrapped around your waist, the bucking of her hips matching the pace of your thrusting.

“You can, Yuri.”

“You’re—You’re gonna break me…”

You can see—rather, you can feel why she says so. Part of it is your own desire, part of it is your experience, but most of it is faith in the surprising sturdiness of Yuri’s body you’ve noticed so far. “It’ll be fine. You got this.”

“Ah…” Although that feeling, of being on the verge of breaking, never completely fades, Yuri more or less becomes accustomed to it, and the more time passes, the more that concern fades into the background. “…hmm…”

Not every client of yours who turn out to be so vocal have voices that are as pleasant to your ears as Yuri’s. It isn’t even a minute after voicing that concern that she’s nearly singing out her ecstasy, each note adorned with slight vibrato from the force from your hips rocking her relatively small frame. You briefly wonder if she’s a singer, then you wonder what such a beautiful voice would sound like calling out your name.

“God, I can’t believe how fucking tight you are, Yuri.”

“I-Idiot, why are you so big?”

You take her counterpoint in stride, not long after reaching the deepest parts of Yuri’s snatch as signified by the satisfying clap of your groin against her ass.

“Fuck, is that finally everything?”

You grind against her groin, grinning as the stimulation elicits a surprised yelp-moan from Yuri. “Yes.”

“All … all of it … I can’t … gosh, it’s so much…”

“I believe in you, Yuri.” She isn’t given a chance to respond as you, again, start moving before she’s ready, turning the words she’s about to respond to you with into another shrill moan. You have to start slow, but as she begins to get used to your size, you begin to pick up speed.

“That fucking thing … it’s so … I can’t believe…” You know her pussy is stretching to accommodate its oversized guest, but you never let a feeling of content settle for too long: as soon as you’re able, you pick up the pace, and soon, the combined heat of her cunt and the friction from its walls against your length, the slight smacking sound of your crotch against hers, the squeaking of the rocking bed beneath you, both noises combined with Yuri’s beautiful voice vocalizing her ever-deepening arousal, the stench of sex and Yuri’s precum splattering all over your and her body, the feeling of her legs tensing against your hips and the convulsing, fleshy walls of her pussy rubbing against your thinly covered shaft fill every fiber of your being with an ecstasy brimming over the edge and spilling over the sides.

“Fuck, Yuri, your pussy is so fucking good.”

Yuri barely seems to be able to process your words, however, lost in a world of her own lust and ecstasy, her head tilted all the way back, her hands gripping onto the bedsheets like she’s trying to rip holes in them, her body absolutely vibrating and her delicate, yet surprisingly sturdy frame shaking with the force of your every thrust. It seems like she’s completely forgotten about any discomfort or concerns about being broken, and now is shamelessly moaning, responding to your every stroke by thrusting her hips to match it.

“Oh my gosh…” Yuri acclimating to your size unlocks you to put more of your back into every thrust, the result of which is her body shaking so violently that the vibration is showing in her voice. “…so m—… oh, fuck…”

Feeling how tightly Yuri’s legs are now wrapped around your waist, your right hand migrates upwards and catches Yuri by surprise, who lets out a yelp upon feeling that hand on her tits.

“Wha—” her words turn into a sigh and then into a soft moan, her recently opened eyes fluttering back shut and her head sinking back into the pillow. “… oh … wow, that’s…”

You’re not sure if it’s some semblance of her ego that preemptively cuts her off before she can compliment you or if she’s simply unable to finish her sentences, but you don’t care either way. The harder you go into Yuri, the more you feel yourself losing it: your professionalism, your manners, what you’re even doing here, what you’re here for, nothing matters but the chasing the next satisfying, slightly moist clap of your skin against each other and the tension in your nethers to tighten ever so slightly more in response.

“For someone so thin, your tits are pretty fucking big.”

Before, Yuri might’ve teased you for the comment, maybe making a joke about her little nickname for you, ‘Leonardo DiCaprio’, and your supposed love for younger women. However, now, not only does Yuri not have the right mind to even remember that nickname, she’s wholly unable to answer but with fragments of words that all transform into moans anyway.

“Pl … pl-please…” The effects of your fingers teasing at her nipples doubles down on the stimulation overload Yuri is experiencing, a sensation she hadn’t even experienced until this night, where she is now being doused with relentlessly, without break. It’s not your intention to make her beg, but it seems to just naturally slip out. “…oh my go—…more, please, I’m getting so close…”

The thing is, though, that you’re also getting close, and you don’t know if you can hold off before Yuri comes to an orgasm. As a professional, your own orgasm is almost never a consideration, and while it’s easier for women in your field to solve this issue, as a woman’s orgasm often requires more a man’s does, not to mention the complete lack of a refractory period for them, men such as you have to resort to tricks. You’re not quite fighting tooth and nail to hold back your load yet, but if you don’t do anything, Yuri’s first time might end in an unsatisfactory manner. And, not only do you have a reputation to withhold, but you personally don’t want that to happen: partially because you feel every woman’s first time should be memorable at the very least, but mostly because you want to rub it in her bratty little face after-the-fact.

“You’re getting close?”

Yuri nods.

“Do you wanna cum?”

Those words did exactly what you wanted them to do: Yuri opens her eyes, and when she sees the expression on your face, she is suddenly reminded of the person she was when you first walked into the door.

“Oh, my go—” Yuri lets out a yelp as your hand shoots down from her boobs to her clit, using your two longest digits to start rubbing the hardened nub. “—fuck! What are—ng, fuck!”

While your fingers go to work, you begin to alternate between thrusting and grinding your cock into the deepest parts of her pussy, and the combination of the sensation along with the feeling of the bundle of nerves sitting just north of her entrance being stimulated with pinching, rubbing, and flicking motions sends Yuri into another, more viscous frenzy.

“Oh my g—” another yelp as your two fingers pull at her clit, “—fuck, fuck—” the intensity of your fingers rise in parallel to the intensity of the grinding of your hips, “—oh my—oh my god!”

It was something that you noticed, that Yuri seems to avoid using the phrase ‘oh my god’—it indicates to you that she perhaps comes from a religious background, but you didn’t really pay much attention to it until this moment, when Yuri finally breaks that habit to scream it out, only to be denied her climax when you come to a screeching halt.

“What are you—” it takes one look into your eyes to know why you suddenly stopped, but you say it anyway.

“I think you know what to do if you want to cum.”

“Are you serious?! I didn’t pay for—” it never fails to work, forcing Yuri to interrupt herself by stimulating her. Your fingers rub at her clit, but only to keep her verging on the edge and never any further. “—oh my god, please, I’m so—” this time, it’s not a yelp, but an aggravated hum, vibrating in accordance to the shaking of her body as another wave of ecstasy rolls over her system in response to your fingers pushing her ecstasy button.

“I need a little more than ‘please’, Yuri.”

“I’m not calling you—ah, ah, fuuck!”

Every time, you bring her teetering on the edge, and you allow her just enough rest to give her the illusion that you’ll let her come down from the high only to bring her right back up. There is clear frustration in her face, but there’s also an unmistakable amount of lust and impatience etched into her furrowed eyebrows and the pointed glare in her eyes.

“Please, don’t make me…” Yuri tries to buck her hips against you, but you lock her in place by pinning her against the mattress with the help of your legs and your hips.

“Do you want to cum or not?”

To be frank, you’re pretty close yourself, and part of the reason you had stopped was to slow down the pace of your own climax. Now that your mind is clearer, you can focus more on this process, of repeatedly pushing Yuri to the edge only to pull her away at the last millisecond.

“I swear to g—OD!”

Her voice glissandos to a higher pitch and volume as the last two letters, the same two digits pushing that button again, but not as long as she needs you to. Her hands reach for your arm in a last-ditch attempt to force you to stop, but your other hand collects both wrists and pins them against her stomach. “Nuh uh uh, what are the magic words?”

There’s a war going on inside Yuri’s mind, and you can see it on her face. Her headstrong attitude demanding the young woman to not break, being utterly bulldozed by mountainous impatience and desire, the need, to release all the tension already. “F—…I can’t…” It’s fascinating to see her lust clouding her judgement, forcing her into submission, but most of all, it’s fucking hot. “…god, I can’t believe I’m about to say this…” Yuri hesitates for a brief second, then, her lips move, but barely a sound comes out her lips. From reading her lips, you can tell she’s trying to get away with muttering the words under her breath, and you’re not about to let her get away with that.

“I didn’t hear you. Speak up, Yur—”

“God, just, just fuck me already and make me cum, daddy!” You have to be honest, the amount of hostility in her voice while saying such words nearly makes you laugh, but you have to be true to your promise.

“There it is. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Yuri shoots a glare at you, but when you release your pin on her and reel back, her eyes soften and a loud gasp emerges from her lips, and when you slam your length all the way to its hilt, the gasp turns into an ecstatic scream.

“Fu—” she doesn’t even have time to finish the syllable by the next time you repeated the action, then again, then again, all the while fiercely rubbing her clit. It’s barely a few seconds later that Yuri devolves into a squirming, screaming mess, every part of her body squeezing you tighter: her legs against your waist, the grip of her hands on your legs, the intense pressure from her vaginal walls against your cock, and then, a few seconds more, it all comes undone.

The room is supposedly soundproof, but never have you questioned that so much until this moment, when Yuri’s ecstatic, orgasmic scream is threatening to blow out your eardrums. Her entire body vibrates, the second tidal wave of pleasure rolling through her body, her pussy gushing with her juices all over you. Despite the condom you’re wearing, you swear you can still feel the stickiness of her cum against your member as it pumps in and out of her sputtering hole.

“F-Fuck…” Yuri can feel the strength being sapped from her body as her climax begins to fade, and when the last vestiges of it disappears, her body slumps against the bed.

“See? How easy was that?”

Hiding your blue balls as you extract your sopping wet dick from her snatch is not something you’re entirely unfamiliar with, even if you would’ve liked to cum with her. This is a job, though, and this isn’t about you.

“That wa—” Yuri tilts her head to look at you, but her eyes inadvertently find themselves landing on your erect cock, shining with the sheen of her juices sticking to the thin, translucent material stretching over your shaft, “—oh, you didn’t…?”

You grin. “That’s very sweet of you to be so considerate, but—” Yuri doesn’t interrupt you or anything, you just end up pausing when she pushes herself up from the reclining position to a sitting one, then a hunched over one, then begins crawling to you. Even in the face of your teasing grin, which you intended to elicit a reaction from her with, Yuri doesn’t bite. “…what are you doing?”

“I bet you wanna cum too,” Yuri says the words very matter-of-factly, in such a self-assured manner that you wonder if she is being possessed by another person at the moment. Is this Yuri, who is now settled between your legs, face inches away from your cock, dainty hands placed tenderly against your inner thighs, the same woman who was forced to say— “daddy.”

Who is this woman? Was she playing a role this entire time? Did you end up breaking her after all? That wasn’t even your intention, entirely…

“Yuri, it’s quite alright. You don’t have to worry about m—”

“Oh, but, daddy, I want this load down my throat.” You continue to eye her with a confused expression, and when she looks up at you, she lets out a smile that seems to have some kind of motive hidden behind it. What it is, you can’t tell. “Or, maybe, you want to spray my face and my tits with it?”

“Yuri, what…?”

“Since you insist on being called ‘daddy’ so much, why don’t I be a good girl and let daddy cum, too?”

Yep. You’ve definitely broken her.

Either that, or this is some kind of weird psychological trick she’s playing on herself, that she’s justifying the fact that she called you something she initially didn’t want to because actually, she did want to do it to spite you, somehow, and is now continuing to maliciously—‘maliciously’—call you that name.

“I can assure you, there’s no need to…” it’s clear your words aren’t getting to her head, especially as her hands close in on your cock and moves to pull off the unused condom.

“There’s no need for this anymore,” Yuri comments, sliding it off, albeit with some difficulty with how slippery the plastic covering has become, and then looks up at you. “So, does daddy want to cum in my mouth, or on my face, or maybe on my tits?”

Ordinarily, blowjobs are technically a service you’re supposed to charge for, but considering you’re so close, you figure there’s no point. “Wherever you’d like, Yuri.”

She shrugs and wraps her fingers around your pulsating shaft. You let out a hiss, and your fingers curl a little when her grip tightens and she starts moving her hands up and down your length. “Fuck…”

Yuri responds positively to your groan, increasing the speed of her handjob. “Does that feel good?”

“Yeah, it does.”

The brief break you were given took you off the high a little, but the pressure Yuri’s hand is exerting on your dick is slowly but surely bringing you back up. Also, you have to say, the top-down view of Yuri staring intently at your cock, elbows locked in place on the mattress, both hands stacked on top of each other leaving about half an inch to move, and her boobs swaying slightly with each jerking motion is a delectable spectacle for the eyes.

“Then, how about this?”

The entire time, Yuri’s face had been slowly descending on your stiff member, but you still can’t help but let out another low moan as her tongue first catches your glans, her lips following suit and closing in around the soft, sensitive tip.

“God, Yuri…”

Her hands scoot down to make way for her lips, which begin gliding down your shaft. You can feel her tongue caressing the underside of your cock as she takes more of you inside her mouth, stopping with barely half of your length in her mouth before coming back up for air.

It’s incredibly obvious that this is Yuri’s first blowjob, but, since you’re so close anyway, it doesn’t matter in the slightest how sloppy it is. Just the feeling of her luscious lips hugging your cock as her tongue runs along your shaft while her hands continue to squeeze and twist in synchronization with the slow bobbing motion of her mouth is enough to bring you to the brink.

“Yuri, I’m close…”

Yuri takes that as her signal to release your cock, turning your cock towards the rough direction of her collarbone, and looks up at you. “I’m ready, daddy.”

“Fuck—cumming!”

The first stream lands on her cheek and drawing a line to her chine, flinching the poor girl, her hands instinctively redirecting your cock down which causes the second stream to draw another line from her cleavage to a little bit left of the areola of her right breast. By the time she’s recovered, a few more streams have landed all over the place, from her collarbone to her shoulder, with some streams shooting onto her hair as well.

It’s only after you stop that the sudden change in behavior begins to make sense.

“Wow, you came so much, daddy.”

This time, especially after regaining a clear mind from coming down on that high, you can tell Yuri is calling you that as a teasing remark, especially seeing as the nickname is paired with a triumphant grin whilst she wipes the cum off her face with the back of her hand.

“Did I?” Yuri looks so proud of herself that you decide to not say anything more.

“Yeah, look at it,” she says, casting her eyes down as her hands wipe the viscous fluids off her collarbone and boobs.

“Hm, I suppose I did.”

Yuri’s grin widens. “I suppose even the gigolo can learn something from the novice, huh?”

So, is that what it is? Maybe it isn’t that you ‘broke’ her; maybe it's Yuri not wanting to admit she ended up acquiescing to your request due to becoming overcome with lust, but rather, of her own volition. For what reason she would choose to do so, you’re unsure; maybe out of spite, or maybe out of pity, or maybe for this exact moment, so that she could rub it in your face that she made you cum as well, but whatever the reason is, you find no reason to correct her.

“Maybe so. Maybe, should you decide to impart more of your wisdom, I could learn more from you in the future.”

Yuri scoffs. “Don’t get your hopes up, Leo.”

But, sure enough, the next day, you get a notification: an appointment with one ‘Jo Yuri’, scheduled for next month.

Wow it is so incredibly late but I’m glad I finally got this draft done.

This originally started off as a Taeyeon draft (as most of my drafts do) but I realized I could change her to an idol who fits the ‘bratty’ nature of the female character of this one-shot, and was convinced that Jo Yuri fit the role. :D

bathroom 3rd

sieun fckbd, 2:43 pm

pushy. omw

You, 2:43 pm

The warm, unconditioned air hit you like a brick wall when you first stepped out of the classroom, but with the cool breeze and shade, you really didn't mind any further.

You head for the rendezvous lazily, though it nags at you why she would want to see you during school hours. 

Sieun was leaning against the empty bulletin board between the male and female restrooms when you found her. She was ethereal and fleeting, like a poster from a magazine you weren’t supposed to buy. 

There’s no response from her as you took your careful steps towards her. She looked worried and lost in thought, like something shook her on a deeply personal level. Not that it mattered to you; neither of you were supposed to care about each other in that way.

"Can I help you?" She jumps and stares wide-eyed at you, evidently so surprised that she didn't even see you coming. Apologetically, you push up her chin and force eye contact with her, which pulls her back down to Earth.

"Great," she sighs, relieved, "you're here. Come on!" 

You suddenly find yourself getting dragged by the collar into the women's restroom and shoved into one of the stalls. You're pushed and forced to sit down onto the toilet seat, and your fuckbuddy promptly gets into her own position, straddling you and wrapping her arms around your neck.

This isn't anything new, and by now you know what she's asking for. Place both hands on her ass, feel up her cheeks through the baggy PE pants she loves wearing for some reason. She dives in and captures your lips with hers, and savoring the feeling of your tongues on each other and swapping spit. 

Carelessly you reach under her pants garters and under the waistband of her boxers, fully relishing how her smooth skin and plump ass feels in your hands. She breathes heavily under your touch, and moans spill from her lips with every squeeze. 

"Sorry about the boxers by the way," she whispers, breaking the kiss. "I didn't plan on this." 

You take her lips again, feeling her breath growing less and less stable against yours. "It's fine, baby. You okay?"

She tries to act tough with her retort, but her blushing gives her away. "Less talk, more getting your cock hard enough for me to choke on." 

You estimate a solid minute of making out and groping her ass while she grinds on your clothed dick, making sure she feels you getting harder for her.

Once she's had her fun, she gets up and hurriedly unzips your pants. Meanwhile you work on stripping her of her own pants, yanking off her boxers at the same time. Her wet, pink pussy comes into view, and you place a thumb on her clit to rub while she works hard trying to strip you herself. Noticing she's fumbling and having trouble with your belt, you unbuckle it for her and get up, so she makes quick work of pulling everything off of you. You sit back down onto the toilet and feel the cold ceramic seat on your thighs.

“Thank you. Do you have any other questions?” Sieun asks, but her interest lies elsewhere. She eyes your stiffening cock hungrily while licking her lips. 

Without waiting for an answer, she squats down between your legs and places the tip of her tongue right on the slit of your dick, giving it tiny licks. She allows her saliva to run down from her tongue, watching you watch her start to pleasure you. 

She takes your cock in her hand and starts to jerk you off in long and slow strokes. Her lips hover over your tip, still letting her saliva drip down, and you feel her handjob getting slicker. Between the feeling of her spit coating your cock and the pure visual of her heavenly face in front of you, you grip the toilet seat to try and delay your orgasm just a bit longer.

Satisfied with her work and how your face contorted in pleasure to what she’s doing, Sieun begins her monumental task of taking you into her mouth. She kisses your tip before taking your head between her plump lips. She gives it a little suck before withdrawing, licking her lips, and going back for more. You notice her free right hand working between her legs and tweaking her clit, and just then she moans a small “mmh” onto your head as she goes deeper with her blowjob to half your shaft. 

Unfortunately for her (or perhaps fortunately, you know how sick she is in the head), just half your shaft reaches to the back of her mouth. The sensation of her tongue tracing the veins around your dick sends a shock wave of pleasure up your spine, causing you to reach out and grip a handful of her hair. She looks up at you, expectant and pleading, as you watch her insert two fingers into her dripping pussy. 

Instead of forcing your cock into her throat though, you pull her head away by her hair with a jerk. She gasps at the sudden rough treatment, but displays her submission by panting with her tongue out like a dog. She hasn’t stopped fingering herself, and this lets you know what she wants next. 

Hand still tangled in her hair, you pull her up to your eye level. Take her onto your lap and position your cock onto her wet folds, and earn a groan from her as she relaxes onto you. 

Sieun reaches under her jacket and, you guess, into her bra before pulling out a condom. Seeing you surprised, she smirks at you and rips open the packaging with her teeth.

"You always know how to get me riled up."

She expertly rolls the rubber onto your throbbing cock. She holds your chin up the way you did with her earlier, and she makes you watch as she lets a line of her spit fall from her tongue to her open palm. Finally she rubs it all over your cock, giving it a few pumps while making sure it's lubricated and ready for her.

You grab her by the hips, savoring how her smooth skin feels on your hands, and pull her back onto your cock. She gives in and, carefully but not too much so, she lowers herself onto your dick. She shuts her eyes as you feel yourself sliding into her, first the head, then the shaft, and even more after that, all the while you guide her down by her hips. 

"Never fucking gets old, you stretch me out so well…" Her breathy and quiet voice tells you she's close. She bites her lip and tries to make eye contact with you again. In the split second that you do, you're reminded that Oh Sieun is gorgeous in her own right, and that you're lucky you get to have her like this at all. You admire her big brown eyes, how they shut as she lowers herself onto you, how her lips part as she lets out a deep sigh.

Sieun is dazed; you know she's getting even hornier with you. She's straining herself to keep quiet, knowing that just one mistimed yelp might be all it takes for someone to get curious, check out the bathroom, and catch the two of you red-handed. Despite that, she soldiers on, lifting herself up before letting herself drop again. As she does, you feel her velvet walls clench tighter around you, and you resolve to place your hand over her mouth. Getting the message, she goes for another bounce on your cock, more careful than anything to keep the sound of her skin on yours to a minimum. You hold back yourself, trying to match her control despite the mind-melting pleasure you get from her tight, needy pussy.

You watch as she lifts herself up again. You take a deep breath into your lungs, knowing that you can't hold back much longer: you need her just as much as she needs you. Hands firm on her mouth and hip, her head lolls back as she prepares to take all of you into her again. 

She crashes down onto you like a meteor, sending waves of pleasure throughout both your bodies. With your common sense leaving you, you thrust up into her, reaching a depth she's never experienced in this life until now. She jerks her head in surprise to face you, and almost immediately her eyes point up and then roll to the back of her head. She groans against your palm before developing into a full-blown scream you both were lucky to have muffled. Her cunt squeezes your throbbing cock as it convulses through her orgasm, squirting her cum all over your crotch and waist. 

Don't relent, she loves it when you don't. You thrust up into her again, forcing more of your cock into her heat and vying for your own release. Sieun struggles to scream louder into your hand as she loses her mind to the pleasure.

You thrust harder up into her, matching how tight she's clamping down on you. Inadvertently she makes up for it with how much of her love juice is spraying onto your crotch and lap. Snake a hand across her back and onto her shoulder, and with your other hand on her mouth, pull her down.

Her teeth find your palm an easy target, biting down and drawing blood. She could do nothing else, completely victim to the immense orgasm you were subjecting her to. Fight down your pain; just a bit more. 

It arrives when you least expect it to, and you're sure deep down inside whatever's left of Sieun is thanking whatever god she believes in that you're about to let her go. Your dick throbs with each spurt of cum you shoot into the rubber, unintentionally also hitting her good spots even more. She leaks more and more of her juices onto your lap, and as you look up you find she's also started to cry. You almost feel sorry for her, if not for how unbelievably and blissfully elated she seems to be getting fucked out of her mind. Your blood shows itself, from your palm and dripping onto Sieun's jacket. 

Both your climaxes end gradually, bringing you down from the highest of highs. Your arms fall exhaustedly to your sides and you lose all feeling in them. Sieun collapses face down on top of you, limp and out of breath, but still finds the tiniest bit of strength to nuzzle into your neck. Extend your last greatest effort, swing your arm over the small of her back and hug her. 

“You good?” Your tone is casual, like she didn't just have the orgasm of her life. She weakly nods into your neck and puts a kiss right on your pulse.

~~~

You find yourself walking back to the classroom, unaware of how much time has passed. The sun hides behind a fair bit of cloud cover, and the breeze seems nippier than you remember. 

Sieun is long gone, off to wherever she was before. Hopefully, nobody notices her limp, nor the red stain on her jacket. Above all, you hope nobody questions the hand mark over her mouth. 

But deep inside, you kind of do. She wouldn't be able to say it, but she'll know it's because she gave herself to a man that makes her feel complete.

~~~

| Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 (coming soon) |

You gasped; Nayeon’s large hands were squeezing your breasts. Her fingers moved back and forth over your nipple as she playfully teased you. You felt Momo’s lips against the back of your neck as her fingers slid down your stomach until she eventually reached your slit. You couldn’t contain your moans; they escaped through your parted lips. The two women’s touch excited you; Momo’s hands were quickly becoming coated in your juices as she slid them between your lips. You weren’t going to question how you ended up with them, but they, along with the other members of Twice, owned you now. Nayeon tilted your head back, pressing her lips against yours, slowly pushing her tongue in as Momo took her place, touching your breasts. Momo made sure not to abandon your slit; she kept her fingers gliding along your folds. 

On your ass, you could feel Momo’s cock; she was grinding against you. She slowly moved up and down; you could feel the veins on it as she pressed her body against yours. Nayeon didn’t want to be the only one not receiving any pleasure and grabbed your hand, placing it on her cock. It didn’t feel as long as Momo’s, but it was much thicker. You wanted to look at it but couldn’t. Nayeon was still forcing her tongue into your mouth. You could only feel her hard cock twitch as she used your hand to stroke it. “She’s cute,” Momo says, pushing a single finger into your cunt. You moan; her long finger curls inside you, rubbing against your walls.

“Super cute,” Nayeon responds as she finally breaks the kiss. You take your chance to breathe, moans coming in between them as Nayeon twists one of your nipples. She gets by your ear, turning her head to look at you as she says, “We’ll make sure to break you in for the others.” Nayeon turns her head to look at her member, “Isn’t that right, Momo?”

“Of course, I can’t wait until we have a nice, obedient toy.” It was Momo’s turn to speak to you; she leaned toward your other ear. “You’ll be able to do things you couldn’t even imagine when we’re done with you.” Momo’s hushed tone and vulgar words send shivers down your spine. She begins to grind her cock against you faster. “I’m already getting hot and bothered, Nayeon.”

The eldest member smiles, “I’ll take her mouth first, then. Make sure not to go too rough the first time, Momo. Remember, it’s break her down, not break her. We don’t want a repeat of the last one.” 

“I know, I know.” You feel a shift; Momo’s cock leaves your ass and slides between your thighs and right under your folds. The tip of her cock brushes against your lips as she thrusts between them. You coo softly, the tiny bits of pleasure arousing you. The two women smile at each other; Momo continues moving between your legs, slowly coating her cock in your juices. She holds your arms to the side as Nayeon pushes your head down until you come face-to-face with her cock. It was thick and, as you now know, bigger than any you had taken before. It made you wonder what Momo had if Nayeon’s had felt smaller. 

You hear Nayeon chuckle and glance up at her. “Look at you, already drooling.” You gulp, not realizing that you were drooling. Nayeon takes her cock in hand and steps closer to you before letting it go; the hot appendage slaps your forehead. “Go on. Lick it.” You do as instructed, letting your tongue lap her shaft along with her balls. Nayeon releases light moans as she feels your tongue move across her cock. Her hand moves to the back of your head, gently guiding you to lick the sides of her shaft. You continue to moan because of Momo’s cock; now that you’re bent over, it rubs against your clit. Your eyes are half-lidded as you become filled with pleasure. The two women find joy in seeing you in such a state. “Now, take it like a good girl.” Nayeon presses the head of her cock against your lips; you open your mouth slowly and allow her length into your mouth. Your jaw is stretching as wide as it can, trying to fit Nayeon’s cock. You glance up at her, unsure whether you’d be able to take it. Nayeon’s face is full of bliss as she slides her cock down your throat without care. You start to gag on it; as you glance back up, you see Nayeon frown, and she pulls out just enough for you to stop gagging. She gently slaps your cheek, “Relax, baby. I’m going back in.” You try to shake your head, but Nayeon pushes her cock back into your throat; you try to relax. You feel your throat expand as Nayeon goes deeper. Breathing through your nose, Nayeon is surprised when you’re able to take her in. “Look at you.” She says with pride. “I thought we’d have to do something about that.” Nayeon’s praise arouses you; you feel happy. 

Your tongue drags along the underside of Nayeon’s cock; she’s filling your mouth so much that you struggle to move it around. Despite that, Nayeon enjoys your mouth and throat, groaning as she slides in and out. Looking up at her, you watch as Nayeon massages her breasts, enjoying the pleasure you give her. 

Momo was next up. Seeing Nayeon stuffing your mouth, she was going to take things further. Momo lets go of your arms, allowing you to place them on Nayeon’s thighs. Momo takes her and aligns herself with your entrance. You feel the head of her cock pressing against your folds, slowly splitting them apart as she pushes inward. You groan onto Nayeon’s cock. Momo was breaking you apart; you felt yourself stretching to fit her inside. The further inside Momo pushed, the louder your moans got. Once she had a few inches left, Momo slammed herself into you burying her cock inside. You felt it hit your cervix and screamed onto Nayeon’s cock; you felt yourself tighten around Momo as you came. Momo held you up as your legs buckled. She only gave you a moment of peace before pulling out and slamming back in. Your body lurches forward, ending with you pressing your nose into Nayeon’s crotch. You could no longer contain your moans as Momo started to thrust consistently. Her hands dug into your skin as she held you by your waist. Momo was piercing you with every thrust; her cock was driving you crazy. Your nectar ran down your thighs as Momo's thrusts continued. 

The two women started to become more violent as time went on. Nayeon began to slam her cock down your throat; saliva coated your chin as Nayeon drove her cock down your throat. Momo had started to spank you, driving her hand into your ass. The sting from the hit felt good; you wanted more. You grab at Nayeon’s thighs, pulling her toward you. “Look at our little toy; she’s getting into it.” Nayeon bucked her hips before letting out a loud groan, “I think I’m going to cum.” Nayeon begins to thrust quickly facefucking you as she nears her orgasm. Momo wasn’t far behind, either. The two women slam themselves into your hole, filling you up. Your moans grow louder, but Nayeon is the first to cum. She holds your head to her crotch and shoots her hot cum down your throat. You taste and enjoy the salty liquid. You try to move your tongue around Nayeon’s cock, struggling to do so but desperately wanting more of her cock. You and Momo came at the same time, her orgasm triggering yours. Momo’s nails dug into your skin as she buried her cock inside you. Her warm seed flooded your pussy, rushing inside your core and filling your womb. You felt warm, having had cum from two different women enter you. Your pussy milks Momo for more, growing tighter around the Twice member’s cock until you milked her for everything she had. 

The women pull out of you. You collapse onto the floor cum leaks out of your pussy. You look up at the two women as they stand side-by-side. Seeing that they were still hard, you lick your lips and raise yourself to your knees. Momo and Nayeon are surprised to see you get up. You reach up and grab their cocks, one in each hand. “More.” You moan as you start to jerk them off. The women groan as they feel your small hands move up and down their shafts.

“Momo, I told you not to break her.” Nayeon groans.

“You’re still hard. A good toy will make sure you’re completely satisfied.” You say to them. 

“See, I didn’t break her,” Momo says in response to your words. Managing to repeat more than a single word reassured them you weren’t some cock hungry whore now.You rub Nayeon and Momo’s cock on your face, dirtying yourself in their cum. You kiss the head of each cock, swirling your tongue around them until they’re clean. You slowly pick yourself up, leaning back against Momo as you struggle to stand on your own. You move your hands around your body, squeezing your tits before moving a single hand down your stomach to your cunt. You spread your lips for Nayeon. A glob of Momo’s cum spills out of you. 

“You should get a taste of this pussy too.” You say, trying to seduce Nayeon. Her cock twitches at your words, and you throw yourself at her before looking back to Momo. “A good toy needs every part of her body trained.” You spread your cheeks to reveal your unused, puckered asshole to Momo. “Please train me.”

Momo approaches you, stroking her cock. On the other side, Nayeon presses her cock against your cunt. You moan as Nayeon stretches your pussy with her cock. She buries herself inside you in one movement. You moan both from Nayeon’s cock and because Momo had pushed her finger inside your asshole. With her other hand, Momo strokes her cock, imagining what it’s going to feel like to be inside you.  Momo covers her finger in cum and rubs it along your walls, giving you some sort of preparation before she presses her cock against your puckered asshole. She pushes in, feeling heavy resistance as your asshole tries to keep her out. Nayeon kisses you, keeping you quiet as you feel Momo’s cock stretching your asshole. You feel wholly filled now that you have two cocks inside you. You can feel them rub against each other as Momo pushes further in. The pain caused by Momo forcing her way into your ass is dwarfed by the pleasure you’re feeling. Once both women are inside, they thrust alternatively. You bounce from one cock onto the other and feel them stir your insides. 

You wrap your legs around Nayeon. She leans down, capturing one of your nipples and biting it. You yell, the mixture of pain and pleasure sending you over the edge. Each woman feels her respective hole tighten around them. Nayeon and Momo thrust quickly, slamming their cocks into you. Your moans fill the room as they stuff you. Sensitive from your previous orgasms, no one is going to last long. You feel their cocks throbbing inside you. “Cum inside me. Give me all of your cum.” You shout as you climax first. Your ass and pussy tighten around the young women. Nayeon and Momo slam you down onto their cocks, hitting the deepest reaches as they shoot their cum into you. You feel that familiar warmth; Nayeon shoots her cum straight into your womb while Momo fills your guts with her semen. Your head hangs back as you reach a new level of bliss. You’re happy to be their toy, their stress reliever, their cumdump. 

Over the next few months, you have sex with every member of Twice. Enjoying their cocks to the fullest, especially when they took turns on you. It was no surprise that with a lack of condoms, you got pregnant. You didn’t know whose baby it was, but that hardly mattered. You’re belly was getting bigger, but you still had sex with the members every day. They seemed to get off on you being pregnant. 

You were having a wonderful dream. Sleeping on your bed, you were unaware that Mina had entered the room. She locked the door before stripping down. Watching your naked form, she began to jerk off. Mina’s cock was perfectly average; you enjoyed praising it and giving Mina confidence. She came closer to you, climbing onto the bed while still jerking off. She moved next to you and reached over with her free hand, grabbing your engorged breast and squeezing it gently. The milk dribbles down your breast. Mina licks her lips and attaches herself to your breast, unable to resist your milk. She suckles on your tit, slowly climbing on top of you. She rubs her cock against your lips and pushes in. Mina groans, feeling your cunt caress her every part of her cock. It holds her snuggly.

Mina thrusts softly, not wanting to wake you. She kept her mouth attached to your breast; it was the only thing keeping her from moaning. Mina’s thrusts started to become rougher as she neared her climax. You begin to stir awake. Looking down to see Mina suckling on your breast, you smile. You wrap your hands around Mina. She’s shocked to find you awake and stops suddenly. You caress her cheek, “Mina, you were so close. Don’t be afraid; I’m your toy, too. Use me all you want.” Mina slowly begins her thrusts again; you feel her cock throb inside you. It makes you moan. “Give me your cum, Mina.” Mina releases your nipple and moans loudly as she plants her cock inside you. You feel her cum rush into you; you grin from ear to ear. You feel Mina move her hands along your thighs, making you cross your legs around her. She starts moving again,

“I want to make you cum, too,” Mina says as she looks into your eyes. She leans in and kisses you. Her soft lips mesh with yours, and you feel her tongue ask for permission. It moves along your lips; you grant her access and let her explore your mouth. The small opening between you allows your moans to fill the room. Mina is aroused by it; she enjoys knowing that it’s her making you moan. You feel Mina’s cock slip and slide inside you with ease; you tighten your walls and make her moan. “Mm, I’m-I’m going to cum again.” Mina continues her thrusts, slowing down as she tries to hold on. You push her further inside and wrap your arms around her. Mina is pressed against your belly as she’s forced to climax. You rest your head against your pillow as you cum with her. Your walls milk Mina’s cock, sucking every bit of cum from her. Mina rests on top of you, tired from her quick orgasms. 

You caress her head, “I’m so full, Mina. If I wasn’t pregnant already, you would’ve bred me.” Mina gives you another kiss before climbing off of you. She gives you a small thanks before picking up her clothes and leaving. Before the door can shut completely, someone else comes through, and Sana pops through the door.

“How’s our future Mommy doing?” She asks before sitting next to you. Sana doesn’t give you time to respond as she strokes her cock in front of you. “I need a little stress relief.” You smile at Sana. Rolling onto your side first, you pick yourself up and straddle Sana, placing her cock between you and her stomach. You grind on her cock, moving back and forth slowly. You both groan, enjoying the small bits of pleasure. “Ah, you’re covering my cock in cum.” Sana moans. She holds your waist, gently rocking you back and forth. Mina’s cum was spilling out of you and covering Sana’s lower body in cum.

You plan on edging Sana, at least for a little while. Now that you were pregnant, the members wanted to be gentler with you. For the most part, that was the case; Momo and Nayeon were the exception. With the others agreeing to be gentler, you could torture them a bit by edging them. You start to move along Sana’s cock quickly; the feeling you got with her between your lips was great. You moan loudly and feel Sana’s cock begin to throb. Looking down at the poor woman, you see her biting her bottom lip. You start slowing down and take more than a minute to drag your slit along her cock. “Hm, Please. Let me cum. I want to cum.” Sana felt all the tension building inside her; she desperately wanted to cum. You continue at your pace, going as far as to angle Sana’s cock and pretend like you’re going to swallow her cock whole. You continue to keep Sana on the edge; when her cock stops throbbing, you speed up, and when she’s on the verge of cumming, you bring her back down.

The downside was that you were getting horny, and eventually, you needed Sana’s cock. In one sudden movement, you swallow her cock, sinking onto it and leaving it buried inside you. Sana couldn’t handle the sudden influx of pleasure and came immediately. You feel her cum replace what you had lost of Mina’s. The warmth in your core fills you with joy. You begin bouncing on Sana’s cock, your heavy breasts bouncing each time you come down on her. You pinch your nipples, squirting milk onto Sana. She was powerless to do anything. The pleasure was quickly getting to her. You felt her cock split your walls apart, and you reveled in the pleasure. At the same time, you missed how rough she usually was. You were getting close to your orgasm, and with your final bounce, you came crashing down onto Sana’s cock. It was buried deep inside you as you came. Your walls clamped down around it; you could feel yourself milking Sana's cock. Her warm cum filled you up again. She felt drained by you as you got off. Getting beside Sana, you offer her your breast, which she accepts. You feel her suckle on your breast as she falls asleep beside you. 

" Fuck my life, my work at the convenient store only pays me enough for my food and rent. I don't even have some extra money to have some fun, bro " you said on the phone.

" Man, maybe if you followed your mom to the States maybe your life would be better "

" Fuck her too, since my dad died she got a new partner and left me. Yes I decided not to go to the States with her because I don't like her having another man " you answered.

" Some luck will surely come for you, don't give up " your friend answered.

*knock knock knock

" Thanks bro, someone is at the door. So bye now "

You walked out of your bed and opened the door of your apartment. A man in a suit suddenly asked if he may come in. You're skeptical at first but what can he get from you if he robbed your house? Nothing, so you let him in and closed the door.

" Please sit down sir, I can only offer you water sorry " you said.

" Don't bother this talk will be short and you can't say no to this "

-The next day came-

*beep beep

A truck pulled over in front of your apartment and brought a big wooden box inside your apartment.

" here's your package sir, we just need you to sign up here "

You signed the paperwork and they left. You opened the box and you lifted a doll wearing white top and white shorts. The man yesterday offered you half a million dollars to try out their sex dolls. They are made with artificial materials similar to silicone but the texture is much more improved and it simulates human skin and flesh. Only 10 of these are contributed around the world. They examined their test runners carefully so that they will not be caught by the law, as their production is illegal. They prefer not so prominent people. But in exchange you have to give up your current job. You accepted and they gave you half the money straight to your bank before leaving.

" Hell, this doll is crazy beautiful. Do I really get to have sex with this? "

You opened the instructions, it said that it needed to be charged but it was delivered full of battery. It said that it has voice control you just need to say " Momo " before the command. The instructions said " Say, Momo, open to activate"

" Momo, Open " you said.

" Good morning master "

" Wwwwoooo " you shouted.

You were shocked that it said a word and also moved like a person towards you. The doll puts its arms on your shoulders.

" You can command me anything , master"

" Call me, Momo " she added.

" Momo, stand still "

Momo stood there and her arms returned to neutral. You're still shocked at this point, you pressed her shoulder and grabbed one of her boobs and it feels just like a real human. On this point you're aroused, you begin sniffing its shoulders and her scent is as sweet as a flower. It's been so long since you did this to a woman and it made you more excited.

You started kissing her neck while groping her ass and boobs. But something is missing.

" Momo, you can move now and moan for me " you commanded.

Momo hugged your neck and her other arm is caressing your face. She also closed the gap between her waist and yours to grind your bulge into her shorts.

" Ugh, master that feels so good "

" Call me Y/N " you said

"yess Y/N, does Momo taste good? "

" Yes Momo, you're so fucking good " you answered.

Her lips are so plump and cute that you decided to take a taste. You slammed your mouth into hers and sloppily kissed Momo. Momo does have some automated actions when taking part in sex activity. It is stated in the manual. She started caressing your bulge and she also kissed your neck. As she does so you removed your pants and underwear.

" Momo, suck my cock. Suck it good "

You lead her to the bedroom and you sit on the bed. She spits on your throbbing cock and licks it wildly before taking it all in her mouth.

" UGHH " you moaned as she does a fellatio on your hard long cock.

" Yes take it like a good girl "

" mmhgh, mmh, mmh " moans are escaping through her mouth.

She is looking at you all this time, and you started pounding her throat but she takes it like nothing.

*golk golk golk golk

You started to forget that she's a doll and thinks of her as a woman that you can fuck all you want.

" Fuck! What a slut taking it all like nothing "

Momo smiled as you dumped all your cum inside her throat. Momo stood up and sat on you as she kissed you deep.

" Ughh, can you go again Y/N? Momo need a rough fucking "

" Of course, but now call me baby "

" Yes baby " she answered.

You pushed her into the bed as you planted your tongue into her mouth. You made out and you began removing her top off, revealing a good set of tits with pink nipples. You sucked the hell out of the good pair and Momo hugged your neck.

" Yes baby suck my tits good, ugh "

You moved down and removed her shorts and underwear revealing a pinkish red slit.

" Fuck what a good food "

You fucking ate her pussy good, she wrapped her legs to your neck and held your head with her palm.

" Ughhh, babyyy you eat pussy so good "

" Suck my clitoris right there "

You sucked and played with it with your mouth and she began shaking violently. She squirted on your face as she shakes.

" UGHHHHH " she shouted.

" Sorry baby I ended up squirting on your face because you're so good at eating pussy"

You did not answer and you just inserted your dick inside her pussy. Momo can adjust her insides depending on the dick of the user, ensuring the best pleasure. You fucked her like a wild animal as you're too horny from her squirting on your face.

" Ughh baby, you'll make me cum again " she whined.

" Here's your reward for squirting at my face slut "

" Yes baby I'm your only slut, fuck this pussy harder ughh "

Her face is so seductive and it shows how good she feels. You felt more pleasure as her pussy adjusted on your dick. She started licking your nipples adding pleasure while you ram her.

" Baby fill me up with your cum, make a baby with me "

You forgot that she can also detect if the user is cumming so her pussy started to grip your dick harder.

" Fuckk here's my cum you slut " you pulled out your dick and you came into her face.

" Here's my revenge " you added.

She took the cum with her finger and licked it while looking at you.

" Ugh baby, I said you should fill me up but it's alright your cum tastes good "

" Oh I'm not done " you said.

You positioned her near the edge of the bed while in a supine position exposing her chest and toned abs.

" Momo, open your mouth and show me your tongue"

As she does so, you aligned your dick to her mouth and fucked her throat like there's no tomorrow. You grabbed both her tits as your leverage, you spit on her nipples and played with it with your finger. Momo reached down her pussy and started fingering.

"You're a naughty little slut, are you Momo? "

She responded with wild moans as you grope and played with her boobs while destroying her throat. She uses her 2 fingers to fuck her pussy with the other arm played with her clitoris. The scene made you wanna cum so bad.

" Here's my cum, take it Momo "

You grabbed her waist and planted your dick deep into her throat. Momo came again and this time she squirted into your bed. You grabbed her by the neck and pushed her head towards the wet part of the bed. Her ass is now exposed as her waist is bent down.

" Lick your piss you slut, taste it "

Momo started licking the bed sheets. As she makes out with the bed sheet passionately you inserted your dick again and started pumping inside her pussy.

" mmmmhhh ,mmhhh, " she moaned pleasurably as you pushed her more to the bed that muffled her cries.

You suddenly grabbed her hair and pulled it causing her to squeal. Your other hand grabbed her by the neck and choked her as hard as you could. Her moans are replaced by cries for aid to breath. Momo can't feel pain but she'll stimulate the effects of such inflicted pain on her. She tears and her tongue is exposed now. As you're finishing you let go of her neck causing her to lay her head flat on the we sheets and breath for air as you shoot your cum inside her. You looked at her as she is like a poor girl licking the bed sheets.

You finished by unloading the cum inside her tank and cleaning her. You cleaned your room and an idea came to your mind.

Her wardrobe included in her box has many types of dress and styles to pick. And it also has many hair styles included. You charged her for the rest of the day and woke her up at night.

" What, where am I and who are you? " Momo asked.

Before this happened you told her to dress up like a nerdy school girl that knows nothing about how he ended up inside your house. You always thought that your rape kink is weird but now you get to try it. You told her to fight back in the start and slowly be submissive as the time went by.

" Oh you suddenly went inside here and you're not going to get out " you said.

" Oh sorry, I'm heading out now " she answered.

You pulled her arm. Her scaredness is very evident as she is shaking and her voice.

" Sorry sorry, please let me out "

You threw her bag to the side and grabbed both her wrist, pushed her to the wall and started kissing her neck aggressively.

She started crying and struggled from your body weight as you push your body towards her.

" Please stopp, I need to go home now " her voice trembles.

You ignored her pleas and started groping her chest. Her arm attempted to push you back but you're just too overwhelming.

" Your chest is so big for a high schooler like you, don't you think? "

You palmed her mouth forcing her into a kiss. She hits you with her hands while your tongue slides inside her mouth and you start sucking her tongue out. Her hands stopped hitting your chest and it rests on your shoulders now. She unconsciously fought back with your mouth and tongue movements. Your fingers wiped off some of her tears as you're making out. The student's crying eyes shut down as her body gave in to your seduction. Her hands caress your body as you grope her breasts more . You gently move towards the bed pulling her and pushing her down to kneel at the floor. You dropped your shorts down and you placed her hand on your dick. Her cries became gazes of lust as she stroked your shaft. You held her face and moved it closer to your dick causing her to suck on it like a lollipop. Her blowjob is sloppy as she simulates a student who doesn't do such things. She is a modest student who just sucked a dick right now.

" Yes just suck it like that "

" mmhhh mhhh mh " her moans escapes out of her mouth.

You removed her glasses.

" Look at me " you asserted.

She looked at you with lustful eyes.

" Do you want me to fuck you? "

She shook her head signalling a " no " .

You slapped her hard into the face that caused her to shout and cry on the floor. You pulled her hair hard and she is begging you to stop.

" please stop, I gave you a blowjob already "

You pushed her into the bed face down and you removed her underwear. You don't want to remove her uniform as the visual contributes to your pleasure. You started fucking her from behind. Her back is arced and her arms pinched the bed so hard as you ram her back.

" Ughh please , I'm hurting " she pleaded .

" You don't have to pretend to be a little girl, you like this don't you? "

" Argghh, no ! " She answered.

" Then why did your ass follow my rhythm and start pumping as well? Look at your exposed tongue as you enjoys being raped "

" No I don't like it " she said while smiling seductively.

You switched position and you removed half of her buttons, revealing her bra and her shoulders. You fucked her missionary as moans came out both of your mouths. Momo plays her tits as you pound her and she accepted your follow wet kisses as you fuck each other.

" Is my cock that delicious ? "

" Yesss ugh, I mean no "

" You don't have to hide it anymore baby girl "

" No it's just that your cock is so huge that it makes me crazy " she said while holding your face with both her arms.

She pulled you into a deep kiss.

" Yesss I'm cumming, keep fucking my pussy like that please "

" I'm cumming inside you "

" YESS please fill my young pussy with your cum "

You came hard into her pussy and both of you moaned in unison. After a short break, you ordered her to suck your dick as you play video games. Before going to bed you charged her and ordered her to wake you up with kisses on your cheeks and a good ol' handjob.

This sex doll is now yours provided that you submit transparent and honest reports to the company each week. She's only programmed for sex activities if not so, you could have asked her to cook for you haha. She's indeed programmed well.