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The makeup artist had a habit of chewing on the end of his blending brush when she was concentrating, a quirk that usually meant he was obsessing over the symmetry of a winged eyeliner. She leaned in, her breath smelling faintly of peppermint, and gave a final, precise tug to a stray strand of hair near Winter’s temple. "Looks like this is going to be a long day," she murmured, glancing at the sheer volume of wardrobe racks waiting in the wings.

Winter caught his eye in the mirror and offered a small, genuine smile. "Yeah, you're right," she said, shifting her shoulders to settle the heavy fabric of the first gown. "I still have a lot of outfits to change into today."

The transition from the hushed, powder-scented sanctuary of the dressing room to the main studio was a jump in energy. The air in the center of the room was cooler, humming with the low drone of industrial fans and the distant chatter of the crew. The photographer was already pacing a small perimeter, his eyes scanning the lighting rigs, while his assistant fussed with a reflector, angling it to catch the harsh overhead glow.

"Perfect. Just like that... yeah, that's it," the assistant whispered, his voice barely audible over the clicking of the camera. Winter didn't need a map for the shoot; she moved by instinct, shifting her weight from one heel to the other, tilting her chin just enough to catch the light. She flowed through the poses—sharp, then soft, then distant—each movement a calculated sliver of a different personality.

The shutter clicked in a rapid, rhythmic staccato, sounding like a swarm of metallic insects. After a final burst of flashes, the photographer lowered his camera and let out a satisfied exhale. "Great. Let's move on to the next look," he called out. Winter gave a polite nod to the team and turned back toward the dressing room, the heavy silk of her dress trailing behind her on the polished concrete floor.

"Wait, the taupe is too quiet," the stylist whispered, diving into the racks like a scavenger. She emerged seconds later with a garment that seemed to defy the laws of traditional corporate wear.

Winter stepped back into the light wearing a sophisticated earth-toned ensemble that blurred the line between a boardroom and a battlefield. The centerpiece was a lightweight taupe bomber-style jacket, its subtle sheen catching the studio lights in a way that made the fabric look almost metallic. It featured oversized sleeves and structured cuffs that gave her a commanding silhouette, while the relaxed drape of the jacket provided a soft contrast to the precision of the rest of the look. Beneath the jacket, a high-neck inner layer peeked through, adding a layer of architectural depth to her neckline.

The transition from the loose jacket to the lower half of the outfit was a masterclass in texture. Winter stepped into a high-waisted, chocolate-brown satin pencil skirt that clung to her frame before falling just below the knees. The fabric was softly crinkled, shimmering with every shift of her weight, creating a liquid effect that grounded the airy taupe of the top. She finished the look with sheer black tights and pointed black stilettos that added an aggressive edge to the softness of the colors. To break the minimalism, a single, oversized crystal statement earring caught the light, acting as a focal point that drew the eye straight to her sharp gaze.

"Now we're talking," the photographer said, his voice humming with renewed energy. He didn't tell her where to stand this time; he simply started clicking. Winter felt the shift in the room. The previous gowns had been about fantasy and distance, but this—this felt like her. She leaned into the utilitarian edge of the outfit, her movements becoming more rhythmic and purposeful, utilizing the structure of the jacket to create angles that felt powerful rather than passive.

"Hold that. Don't move a muscle," the photographer commanded, though his voice was breathless, almost reverent. Winter froze, her body coiled like a spring, one hand resting lightly on her hip while the other brushed the lapel of the taupe jacket. She didn't just hold the pose; she inhabited it, imagining the air around her thickening into something tangible that she could push against. The shutter continued its rapid-fire cadence, the flashes strobe-lighting the room in rhythmic bursts that blurred the edges of her vision.

"The line of the shoulder is unbelievable," the assistant whispered, stepping forward to adjust the reflector by a fraction of an inch. He looked at the raw images on the monitor and let out a low whistle. "The way the satin catches the shadow—it’s like liquid. You're making this look effortless, Winter. Absolutely effortless."

The photographer didn't stop clicking, his movements now a frantic, inspired dance. "Exactly! That’s the one! The confidence is radiating off the lens," he called out, his voice echoing in the cavernous studio. "Give me one more shift, just a tilt of the chin—yes! Perfect! You're hitting every mark before I even think of them."

Winter felt a warmth bloom in her chest that had nothing to do with the studio lights. For years, she had been a canvas for other people's visions, a silent vessel for the clothes they wanted to sell. But today, the synergy was different. As she shifted her weight, the crinkled satin of the skirt whispered against her legs, and she felt a sudden, vivid memory of the first time she had stepped onto a professional set a decade ago—the shaking knees, the uncertainty, the way she had looked to the photographer for permission to exist in the frame. Now, she was the one providing the direction.

The momentum carried her forward into a series of faster, more intuitive movements. She stopped waiting for the "click" to tell her when to move and began to lead the rhythm herself. She used the oversized sleeves of the bomber jacket to create bold, architectural shapes against the white backdrop, playing with the contrast between the softness of the fabric and the hardness of her gaze. The crew fell into a synchronized orbit around her, the assistant anticipating her every tilt and the photographer capturing the peaks of her energy with an almost manic precision. For the first time in a long time, the shoot didn't feel like work; it felt like a conversation.

"And that is a wrap on the taupe!" the photographer shouted, finally lowering his camera as if it were a heavy weapon he was finally resting. The sudden silence that rushed back into the room was deafening, leaving only the fading hum of the industrial fans and the soft, rhythmic clicking of the cooling lamps. Winter let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, her muscles relaxing as the high-voltage energy of the set dissolved into the usual post-shot chaos.

She didn't head straight for the dressing room this time. Instead, she paused by the monitor, her eyes scanning the raw files. The images were startling; she looked less like a model and more like an architect of her own image, the taupe jacket casting shadows that looked like ink on a canvas. The assistant stood beside her, his face illuminated by the blue glow of the screen. "You've changed," he whispered, not as a critique, but as an observation of a fact. "The way you're owning the space now... it's like you've stopped asking for permission."

"The ivory is next," the stylist announced, her voice cutting through the lingering silence of the studio. She didn't just bring the clothes; she presented them like a curated exhibit, holding up a tailored ensemble that seemed to radiate a quiet, blinding purity.

Winter stepped back into the light, and the room seemed to calibrate itself to her new frequency. She had traded the aggressive edge of the taupe for a look of timeless, architectural clarity: an oversized ivory blazer with shoulders broad enough to carry the weight of the room. The fit was relaxed, allowing the structured fabric to drape effortlessly over her frame, while the classic notch lapels and a row of dark, contrasting buttons provided the only anchors in a sea of cream. Beneath the blazer, she wore a high-neck blouse, the monochrome palette broken only by a singular, delicate black floral detail at the collar—a tiny, intricate knot of ink against a canvas of white.

The matching ivory trousers flowed from her waist, creating a seamless, elongated silhouette that made her appear as though she were carved from a single piece of marble. With her hair allowed to fall in natural, loose waves framing her face and minimal accessories, the outfit didn't scream for attention; it commanded it through the sheer precision of its tailoring. She felt lighter, less like a warrior and more like a diplomat, the understated elegance of the clothes acting as a shield of composure.

"Don't breathe," the photographer whispered, though he wasn't looking at Winter—he was staring at the screen. He didn't even lift the camera to his eye; he just held it at chest level, clicking blindly, as if the mere act of triggering the shutter was enough to capture the atmosphere. He looked as though he had just stumbled upon a mathematical proof that solved the universe. "The ivory... it's not just a color. It's a frequency."

The assistant had stopped moving entirely, the reflector slipping an inch in his grip. He wasn't checking the lighting anymore; he was just looking at Winter, his mouth slightly agape. He had seen a thousand faces in this studio, but the way the ivory fabric seemed to merge with the pale glow of the studio walls created an optical illusion of luminescence. Winter didn't look like she was wearing the clothes; she looked like she had been synthesized from the fabric itself, a living sculpture of cream and light that made the cavernous room feel suddenly small and cluttered.

For a few seconds, the only sound was the cooling hum of the equipment. The crew had fallen into a collective trance, caught in the gravity of her composure. Winter felt the weight of their gaze—not as a pressure, but as a confirmation. She shifted her weight, a slow, deliberate movement that sent a ripple through the ivory trousers, and the photographer let out a sharp, involuntary gasp. He began to shoot again, but this time the rhythm was different; it wasn't a staccato burst, but a slow, reverent cadence, capturing the stillness between her breaths.

"I think we've officially moved past 'clothing' and into 'industrial design,'" the stylist whispered, though her eyes were gleaming with triumph.

A few minutes later, Winter emerged from the dressing room, and the air in the studio seemed to shift, vibrating with a new, synthetic energy. She was encased in a glossy, nude-peach gown that didn't just catch the light—it manipulated it. The material was a high-tech, leather-like hybrid that clung to her figure with a liquid precision, creating a silhouette that felt both organic and engineered. The high neckline and long sleeves extended partially over her hands, leaving only the tips of her fingers visible, making her movements feel deliberate, almost feline.

The dress was a study in disciplined minimalism. Simple rectangular panels were stitched across the torso and hips, providing a rhythmic, architectural structure that broke up the expanse of the shimmering peach. There were no sequins to distract, no bold patterns to shout; the elegance lay in the seamless flow of the fabric as it pooled around her feet in a heavy, graceful spill. As she stepped toward the center of the room, the glossy surface reflected the overhead rigs like a mirrored lake, casting soft, peach-toned glows onto the polished concrete.

The photographer lowered his camera for a brief moment. He didn't speak immediately; he simply looked at the way the garment interacted with Winter’s posture, the way the futuristic sheen contrasted with the softness of her expression. A slow, genuine smile spread across his face, the kind of look a collector gives a masterpiece they didn't expect to find. "This look is amazing," he murmured, his voice returning to its professional, driven clip. "Alright, let's get started."

This time, the direction was visceral. He wanted her to play with the tension of the fabric, to lean into the artificiality of the material. Winter found herself gliding rather than walking, the weight of the gown grounding her while the glossy finish made her feel as though she were slipping through the air. She experimented with the sleeves, letting the fabric bunch slightly at her wrists, creating a sense of constrained power. The photographer moved in close, capturing the way the nude-peach hue blurred the line between her skin and the garment, making her look like a creature born from a digital render.

"The white void was gone." In its place, the studio had been recalibrated into a minimalist sanctuary of chrome and shadow, anchored by a sleek, obsidian-black sports car that sat at the center like a sleeping predator. The backdrop was no longer a blank canvas but a series of moody, slate-grey panels that absorbed the light, making the car’s polished curves bleed into the darkness. It wasn't an elaborate set, but the shift in geometry changed everything; the atmosphere had pivoted from the ethereal to the cinematic.

Winter glided toward the vehicle, the nude-peach gown shimmering against the dark metal. She began with the basics—the standard catalog poses: a casual lean against the fender, a poised stance by the driver’s side door, a tilt of the chin that played into the car’s aggressive lines. Despite the simplicity, the visual tension was electric. The glossy, leather-like fabric of her dress clung to her every curve with a precision that felt almost predatory, and every time she shifted, the light danced across the peach surface in a way that left both the photographer and his assistant momentarily breathless.

Winter didn't miss the way their eyes lingered a second too long, or the sudden, clumsy hesitation in the assistant's movements. A small, secret smile touched her lips. She had spent years being the perfect instrument, the silent professional who executed the vision. But today, the power dynamic had shifted. She felt a sudden, playful urge to see exactly how much she could disrupt their composure.

"What do you think of the photos?" the photographer asked, his voice slightly strained as he reviewed the raw frames.

Winter stepped closer, her gaze scanning the monitor. The images were flawless, but they lacked a certain spark. "I like them," she murmured, her voice light, "but they feel a little too safe. There's nothing really... daring about them. Why don't we try something a little bolder?"

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Krystal’s eyes meet yours with a familiar possessive gleam.

“I’m home.”

She announces in a playful singsong voice.

“And I brought dessert.”

Winter stands shyly beside her, hands clasped in front of her. Krystal places a hand on the younger idol’s lower back and guides her forward.

“Tell him what you told me in the bathroom earlier, baby.”

Krystal encourages her softly.

Winter bites her lip, glancing at you nervously.

“I… I’ve never done this before. I’m still a…a virgin.”

The confession hangs in the air. You’re not sure how to respond, but slowly it dawns on you what’s about to happen. Krystal smiles, clearly pleased with herself for bringing Winter home to you.

“She admitted it at the after-party. So, I decided our sweet Winter needs a proper first time… with my generous man.”

You set the plates aside. Dinner can wait.

Krystal leads Winter to the spacious living room, sitting her on the wide couch. She turns to you, eyes dark with lust.

“Strip for us.”

You obey, shedding your shirt and pants. Your cock springs free, already hard at the sight and the thought of the two women in front of you. Winter’s eyes widen, lips parting in shock.

“Oh my god…”

She whispers, staring at your cock.

“It’s…big.”

Krystal laughs, reaching out to stroke your length.

“That’s what I told you. The picture doesn’t do it justice, does it?”

You wonder how many pics of your dick Krystal has on her phone. And you’re surprised she’d show them to Winter.

“Don’t worry, baby. You’ll learn to love it.”

She pulls Winter closer. Both women lean in. Krystal starts first, licking a slow stripe up the underside of your shaft before taking you into her warm mouth with. Winter watches, mesmerized, until Krystal pulls back and guides the younger girl’s head forward.

“Try it. Just the tip at first.”

Winter’s soft lips part. She takes the head of your cock into her mouth, sucking tentatively. The sensation is incredible. Her inexperience makes every movement eager and curious. Krystal joins her, their tongues sliding along your length, occasionally meeting in sloppy, wet kisses around your cock.

You groan, threading your fingers through both women’s hair. Winter grows bolder, taking more of you, gagging softly when you hit the back of her throat. Krystal praises her constantly.

“Good girl… look how well you’re taking him. You’re going to feel so full when he fucks you.”

The dual blowjob is heavenly. Their combined saliva drips down your shaft as they work together. Krystal deepthroats you effortlessly while Winter focuses on the head and balls, licking and sucking with wide-eyed fascination.

After several minutes, Krystal stands and helps Winter out of her gown. The metallic fabric pools at her feet, revealing smooth, pale skin and small breasts. Krystal sheds her own dress, leaving both women naked.

“On the couch, Winter. Legs open for him.”

Winter lies back, spreading her thighs shyly. Her pussy is pink and glistening. Krystal kneels beside her, stroking Winter’s hair. You position yourself between Winter’s legs, rubbing the head of your cock against her slick folds. She whimpers, eyes locked on where you’re about to enter her.

“Relax, baby.”

Krystal coos, leaning down to kiss Winter softly.

“He’s going to make you feel so good.”

You push in slowly. Winter gasps, back arching as her tight virgin pussy stretches around your thickness.

“Ah-! It’s too big…daddy, it’s stretching me-”

The word slips out in her overwhelmed state, making Krystal smirk and you hesitate. You keep pushing until you’re halfway in, giving her time to adjust. Winter’s eyes are wide with that shock of seeing you stretch her open, breathing fast, her cheeks a deep pink after that slip up.

Krystal reaches down and rubs Winter’s clit in slow circles.

“Breathe. Let him in. You’re doing so well for us.”

You thrust deeper, bottoming out with a groan at her incredible tightness. Winter cries out, nails digging into your hands that hold her thighs apart. The feeling of her impossibly tight walls contracting around you is addictive. You start moving with slow, deep strokes that make her moan beautifully.

Krystal watches with dark satisfaction, whispering encouragement.

“Fuck her harder. She can take it. Ruin that pretty little virgin pussy for me.”

You pick up speed, thrusting harder. Winter’s moans grow louder, her body rocking beneath you. Krystal leans in and sucks on Winter’s nipple, heightening her pleasure. The younger girl cums suddenly, her first orgasm that she didn’t have to work for herself, clenching violently around your cock with a broken cry.

You don’t stop. You flip Winter onto her hands and knees, entering her from behind. Krystal positions herself in front of Winter, sitting on the backrest, guiding the girl’s face between her thighs. While you pound Winter from behind, she eagerly eats Krystal out, muffled moans vibrating against the older woman.

“Such a good girl.”

Krystal praises, stroking Winter’s hair.

“Taking his cock so well.”

You grip Winter’s hips and fuck her thoroughly, deep and relentless. The sound of skin slapping fills the room. Krystal looks at you over Winter’s back.

“Cum inside her. Fill our little virgin up.”

The words push you over. You bury yourself deep and unload, pumping thick ropes of cum into Winter’s spasming pussy. She cums again with you, whimpering into Krystal’s pussy.

You pull out, watching your cum drip from her used hole. But you’re not done.

Krystal helps Winter onto her back again. This time, Krystal straddles Winter’s face, grinding down while you slide back into the younger girl’s cum-filled pussy. You fuck her, hard and possessive, while Krystal rides her tongue.

Winter is a trembling, overwhelmed mess, completely lost in pleasure between the two of you. When you cum for a second time, you pull out quick enough to spray your seed over both their bodies, painting the two of the with your cum as Krystal grinds through her own orgasm. The older of the two got most of her share on her stomach, while the other has her small tits covered

Winter lies between you and Krystal as your spent cock rests atop her tight tummy, breathing heavily, body marked and leaking your cum. Krystal climbs off and kisses her forehead tenderly.

“You did so well, baby.”

Then she looks at you with a pleased, but hungry smile.

“Let me show you how well I can take his cock.”

Winter glances up at you, then Krystal. Curiosity sparkling in her eyes.

“Can…can…I try again later too?”

Sunlight filtered softly through the half-closed curtains of our bedroom, painting the sheets in warm golden tones. The clock on the nightstand read a little after seven, but time always moved differently when I woke up next to Karina. She was still asleep, curled against my side with her head on my chest and one leg thrown over mine. Her long dark hair spilled across the pillow, and she looked so peaceful and beautiful it made my heart ache in the best way.

We had been living together for a few months now, and this had become our favorite routine. No alarms, no rushing — just slow, sleepy love before the world outside demanded her attention as aespa’s leader. I ran my fingers gently through her hair, tracing small circles on her back. She stirred, letting out a soft hum as her eyes fluttered open.

“Morning, baby,” she whispered, voice still husky from sleep. A small, content smile curved her lips as she tilted her head up for a kiss.

I met her halfway, kissing her slowly and deeply. Her lips were soft and warm, tasting faintly of the lip balm she always wore to bed. Karina sighed into the kiss, pressing closer until her body was flush against mine. I could feel the heat of her skin through the thin tank top she’d slept in. My hand slid down her side, slipping under the fabric to caress her bare waist.

She broke the kiss with a little laugh. “You’re already hard,” she teased gently, grinding her hips against me just enough to make me groan. “Is this how you say good morning every day?”

“Only because you’re so beautiful,” I murmured, kissing her again. My hands moved higher, cupping her full breasts through the thin material. I pushed the tank top up slowly, exposing them. Karina helped me pull it off completely, tossing it aside.

I leaned down and took one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking gently like a baby. She moaned softly, arching her back to give me more. I lavished attention on her breasts, switching between them — sucking, licking, and kissing every inch while my hands kneaded the soft flesh. Karina threaded her fingers through my hair, holding me close as her breathing grew heavier.

“That feels so good… keep going,” she whispered, voice full of sleepy affection.

I spent a long time there, worshipping her chest the way she loved. The soft sounds she made, the way her body responded to every touch — it was addictive. Eventually, she reached down between us and wrapped her hand around my cock, stroking me slowly. Her grip was perfect, warm and steady, sending waves of pleasure through me.

I groaned against her breast, the vibration making her shiver. She pushed me gently onto my back and moved lower, kissing down my chest and stomach. When she reached my cock, she looked up at me with those dark, loving eyes and gave the tip a soft kiss.

“Good morning to you too,” she said playfully before taking me into her mouth.

The blowjob was slow and lazy, just like the morning itself. Karina sucked me gently at first, her tongue swirling around the head. She took her time, licking every inch before lowering her head further. Then she moved even lower, licking and sucking on my balls with warm, wet strokes of her tongue while her hand continued stroking my shaft. The sensation was incredible. I had to grip the sheets to stay grounded.

“You like that, baby?” she asked softly, looking up at me between licks. “I love taking care of you like this.”

She returned to sucking my cock, bobbing her head a little faster now, one hand playing with my balls. I watched her the whole time, mesmerized by how gorgeous she looked with her lips wrapped around me. After several long, perfect minutes, I pulled her back up for another deep kiss, tasting myself on her tongue.

I flipped us carefully so she was on her back. I kissed her again, then moved down her body, returning the favor. I licked her slowly, savoring how wet she already was. Karina’s hands stayed in my hair, guiding me gently as she moaned my name. I added my fingers, curling them just right while my tongue focused on her clit until her thighs started trembling.

When she was close, I moved back up and slid inside her in one smooth thrust. We both sighed in relief. Morning sex with Karina was always slow and intimate. I rocked into her gently, deep and unhurried, our bodies pressed close. We kissed the whole time, sharing breath and quiet whispers of “I love you.”

We changed positions naturally. She climbed on top, riding me in lazy cowgirl. Her breasts bounced softly with every roll of her hips, and I reached up to cup them, sucking on her nipples again while she moved. Karina’s head fell back, soft moans filling the room. She looked like an angel in the morning light.

After a while, I sat up, holding her close as she continued riding me. We were face to face, foreheads touching, breathing each other in. I thrust up to meet her movements, hitting that perfect spot inside her. She came first, clenching around me with a beautiful, quiet cry, her body trembling in my arms.

I followed soon after, pulling out at the last second. Karina stroked me through it, aiming my cock at her chest. Thick ropes of cum landed on her breasts, some reaching her lips and tongue as she leaned forward with her mouth open. She looked incredibly sexy like that, eyes locked on mine while she licked her lips clean.

We stayed like that for a moment, catching our breath and smiling at each other. Then I grabbed the warm towel I’d left on the nightstand last night and gently cleaned her up, kissing every spot I wiped. Karina pulled me back down into her arms, and we cuddled under the messy sheets.

She rested her head on my chest again, legs tangled with mine. My hand stroked up and down her back in slow, soothing motions. The room was quiet except for our breathing and the distant sound of the city waking up outside.

“I love our mornings,” she whispered, pressing a kiss right over my heart. “No schedules, no cameras… just us.”

“Me too,” I answered, hugging her tighter. “Best part of every day.”

We talked softly about little things — what she wanted for breakfast, how her upcoming schedule looked, silly dreams she’d had the night before. Karina’s fingers traced lazy patterns on my skin while I played with her hair. Every now and then she’d lean up for another kiss, slow and full of love. There was no rush to leave the bed. These quiet moments were ours, and we held onto them as long as we could.

Eventually, the sun grew brighter and her stomach growled softly. I laughed and kissed the top of her head.

“Stay here. I’ll make you something,” I said, starting to get up.

But she pulled me back down with a pout. “Five more minutes. I’m not ready to share you with the day yet.”

I smiled and settled back in, wrapping her in my arms again. We cuddled even closer, bodies warm and satisfied. I could feel her heartbeat against mine, steady and comforting. In these moments, Karina wasn’t the idol the world saw. She was just my girlfriend — soft, loving, and completely mine.

When we finally got up, I made her favorite breakfast while she showered. She came out wearing one of my shirts, hair still damp, and hugged me from behind as I cooked. We ate together at the small table by the window, stealing kisses between bites and talking about everything and nothing.

Mornings with Karina had become my favorite routine. The slow, loving sex, the endless cuddles afterward, the way she looked at me like I was her whole world — it made every challenge outside these walls feel manageable. She was the brightest part of my days, and I hoped these quiet, intimate mornings would last forever.

Later, as she got ready to head to the company, she pulled me in for one last long hug at the door. “Thank you for this morning,” she whispered against my chest. “I’ll be thinking about it all day.”

I kissed her forehead. “I love you. Come home to me later, okay?”

“Always,” she promised with a soft smile.

Watching her leave, I already couldn’t wait for tomorrow morning and our next routine.

The End.

New readers, fear not, this is a good place to jump right into the story. I hope you stay, I hope you enjoy it, I hope you get to read the rest if you haven't. Without further ado...

If someone had told Seungdae that he would ever debate himself whether he should go to Shin Ryujin's apartment or rest, he would have considered them crazy. Of course, he wanted to go to her place, but almost 72 hours after the events in his girlfriend's new house, he was still exhausted.

"I can't fucking believe myself," he grunted, accepting a glass of orange juice from his girlfriend as he tried to focus on his work.

"You used to work out at least three days a week before this whole thing started. You've barely set foot in the gym since then," she chuckled. "You know I've never liked exercising that much either, but how come I am in better condition than you?"

"Jin, my Queen, I've also been helping you move stuff around from your old apartment to this place, remember?" He smirked teasingly. "Plus, you've had years of experience fucking for hours in a row with multiple people. It's only been three months for me." Three months since he first fucked Momo, three months since he signed a contract to serve idols sexually.

"Oh, so you want another orgy with Twice to get in shape?" She grinned, playing the offended rather obviously before giving him a peck on the cheek.

"No, no… I mean, it would be great, but that's not what I— I'm just physically tired. Maybe mentally as well." He pursed his lips, pointing to his laptop. "I don't even know."

"Well, Ryujin has been waiting to see you since last week. Tzuyu's in Japan for their concert, and I'll be on set the whole day. I say: finish your shift, eat, take a nap while Itzy performs, and go meet her." With a profound kiss and a reaffirming nod, she walked to the door, where her manager was already waiting for her.

Her suggestion was perfect, except for the accumulated chores in his own apartment. With no other option, he finished his hectic shift, loaded with all the missing work from the days off he had requested.

His apartment felt foreign. He had not slept there, much less alone, for over a week; one that felt like a month for him. Fighting Morpheus, he managed to do his laundry and clean a few more things that needed attention.

By the time he was done, Ryujin had already made it to her place and texted Seungdae to get there. As much as he needed to rest, after the little heart-to-heart they had on their last troublesome meeting, he wanted to check on her.

"Damn, dude, you look awful," she chuckled as soon as her door opened. Perhaps the truest version of Ryujin he had seen yet. Freshly showered, hair still damp, no makeup, just a big t-shirt covering her body, and, most importantly, no Light Fury around.

"You really know how to make anyone feel better." He shook his head while she welcomed him.

"Sorry, you look like a zombie," she giggled, showing him the slippers. "I hope you don't mind cats," she added, going to the living room. Three cats spread in their own corners. "Dallie, Bama, and Una."

"As long as they don't mind me, we should be good."

"Want a drink?"

He accepted, helping her carry a bottle of wine, some snacks, and two glasses to the living room. Even though he sat on one end of the couch, Ryujin sat right next to him, talking about her performance, and finished their first glass of wine. Naturally, he asked her about any improvement with Yeji.

"She's been a bit more open to suggestions. She's come here a bit more often to cuddle instead of me going to her place to fuck."

"But you're okay with that, right?"

"Oh, yeah. I don't think I can spend a week without her licking me, and it's the same for her," she giggled, running her tongue through her teeth. "It's strange, you know? I've always said yes to anything she asked…"

"I noticed," he grimaced, rolling his eyes.

"But now that I've started saying no to the stuff I don't want to do, she seems to pay more attention to me. She's tried harder to keep me happy and satisfied." She pursed her lips, nodding slightly.

"Who would have guessed that a woman with insane determination would like a challenge?" He giggled, drinking half his glass.

"It's not like I was her slave!"

"Might as well. And don't smile like that. I know the idea is tempting, but you've got to be firm when you tell her no or whatever."

"It's still hard! The moment she pouts, I just…" Ryujin bit her lower lip, tensing as she struggled to find the words.

"Lose it?" Seungdae smirked, thinking of how he still battled to say no to his girlfriend.

"Yes! But I know it's for the best, so I'm slowly getting there."

"Don't know, Ryu. I'll have to see it to believe it."

"Yeah? Why should I even listen to you?" She scoffed, finishing her second glass.

"Well, for starters, I'm older than you."

"Like that makes a difference. You haven't even asked Tzuyu or your 'non-girlfriend' to formalize," she grinned, pushing him with her elbow and getting her legs up on the couch. After a moment of confused silence from him, she giggled. "Jihyo unnie told me about that the day after we…"

"Got it. Just so you know, Jin and I are now a proper couple," he stated, drinking more wine before leaving his glass on the table.

"Not Tzuyu?"

"Jin and I go way, way back. It's different with Tzuyu. She asked me to wait until she was ready. We're enjoying the moment, you know?"

"This Jin must be amazing if you made her your girlfriend before Tzuyu unnie, huh?"

"She truly is." He relaxed, letting his arm rest on Ryujin's bare thigh.

"Come on," she elbowed him. "Show me a pic of her! I want to see whose your favorite pussy!"

"She's my favorite everything," he declared without thinking. "Well, Tzu's thighs… All of her body, really, is unbeatable. But you know what I mean."

"What makes Jin so special, then? Is it her curves?" Ryujin leaned onto him, drawing a woman in the air.

"I mean, she's not voluptuous…"

"I didn't think you'd focus only on that, considering how you look at me." She pressed her hands through her chest, allowing the loose fabric to outline her nipples. Then, she leaned back to stretch her legs, getting them close to his face to draw his attention.

He followed her right foot as it ran through her left shin. When he turned to face Ryujin, she had already taken her t-shirt off, revealing her modest boobs and small black panties outlining her cameltoe. "Ryu… Don't torture me like that."

"I'm just getting comfortable," she shrugged, standing to fill her glass of wine.

Time slowed down while he scanned her shoulders, the line of her column, and her slim waist, hypnotized by her hips and the crease of her buttcheeks.

"I trust you'll keep your part of the deal." She turned back, smirking devilishly and signaling him to drink.

'Hands away from her holes, dick out of her way,' Seungdae thought repeatedly, finishing the glass quickly and handing it back for her to fill it again.

"It wouldn't be fair to make you compare Jin to Tzuyu unnie." Ryujin stood up in front of him, laughing at his erection, growing as much as his frustration. "But you can compare her to me! Is she taller?" She asked playfully, placing her hand over her head.

He sighed, standing up and fixing his erection in his pants, not caring about her laugh. "I think you're barely taller than her," he replied, pulling Ryujin as close to his chest as possible.

She slapped his arm and made him cup her face with his hands, raising her eyebrows and pouting exaggeratedly.

"She's cuter than you, no doubt. But you've got way more stomach to do aegyo than her," they chuckled while she guided his hands to her small breasts. "She's got more tits than you, but that's not hard," he joked, pinching her nipples.

"Funny." She rolled her eyes and pushed him back on the couch before taking his hands to her waist.

"Your hips are wider," he let out, tensing his fingers as they slid under the hem of her panties, feeling alcohol clouding his mind.

"Take them off if you want, but you'll be the one suffering," she whispered with a cocky smirk. His digits rested over the fabric, but they kept pressing on her flesh. "Gosh, you're so easy to tease."

"This is not teasing. It's torture."

"One that you also enjoy," she scoffed, pushing him with her right foot on his chest, then wiggling her toes for him. "Are her feet prettier than mine?"

He took her ankle and her calf. "You really love people praising your feet, huh?" He scoffed, daring to kiss her sole.

"Yes," she admitted right away. "And you like them too, so no harm," she giggled, trying to take Seungdae's nose with her toes until she caught it. "Come on!" She whined dramatically while he grunted. "I'll show you something from Yeji unnie and me." Ryujin sat on his thigh, opposite to where his erection was, purposefully rubbing her pussy on him.

He felt her meaty lips pressing on his leg as her moist warmth passed through the fabric of his jeans. "You're a fucking headache… I got hours of you two," he replied, pretending to be angry, and pressing his hands against her waist.

"I can set you up with any of my friends!"

"I can have Jihyo unnie arrange that for me already."

"She'll think you're just another guy trying to fuck his way around us, and you know how protective she is of her precious maknae," Ryujin whispered, tapping his chest with both hands, watching him frown and look to the side.

"Can't say you're wrong."

"Then I can make that happen organically!"

"You won't stop teasing me until I tell you, right?" Seungdae tensed his thigh, trying to make her move, but she moaned instead. Clearly fake, but effective. "I fucking hate you."

"You can't hate me," she grinned widely, showing her whiskers.

"Might as well," he sighed in defeat, rolling his eyes. "Any of your friends?"

"IU sunbaenim is your girlfriend?" She exclaimed, standing up to see him whole after he explained that 'Jin' was a childhood nickname for Jieun and the most relevant intricacies of their relationship. "Nah, dude, that's bullshit."

He handed her his phone so she could see some pictures of them, including some with Jongsuk, proving his words and how functional their dynamic had become.

"Does Twice know?"

"We all spent last Wednesday together. Jieun and Tzuyu got along pretty well," he chuckled, happy to say that truth.

"Motherfucker. No wonder you said you'll be drained," she grimaced, digesting the news.

"One of me versus ten of them," he laughed at her reaction and how even her cats stared at Ryujin pour another full glass of wine for herself.

"Boo boo! Our precious server has too many pussies to fuck!" She drank it empty, shaking her head.

They kept drinking and teasing each other, but Ryujin promised to keep the secret. After finishing almost a full bottle of wine each, she chuckled at the sight of Seungdae, already asleep on her couch with Bama on his chest and Una curled in his arm.

He didn't wake up until the sun hit his eyes. Disoriented and feeling weight over his torso, he noticed that the couch he was on had turned into a bed. Then he realized Ryujin was sleeping on top of him.

'Thank god,' he sighed at the sight of her huge t-shirt over her, before hearing a not-so-subtle giggle. "Tell me nothing happened," he requested, tensing his whole body.

"You wish!" She chuckled, turning to face him. "I just unbuttoned your pants so you could be a bit more comfortable."

"Didn't occur to you that not having you on top would be better?"

"Bama and Una were already here, and after fixing the couch, it looked too cozy," she explained, lifting her torso just enough to see him at eye level.

"Ryu, I don't trust myself with you like… This!" Seungdae admitted, unable to keep his eyes from her perky tits, fully visible from the neck of her t-shirt.

"Luckily for us, I do!" She sat on his crotch, instantly jumping from it. "Was that your morning wood or conscious you?"

Despite the scare and having some of the events from the previous night tangled in his mind, his time with Ryujin helped him recover just enough to face another week of work.

Days went by, and he watched Twice's Lollapalooza performance live with Jieun and Jongsuk at her place, congratulating the girls together right after. Pleased with the expected praise from his friend about having fucked all nine of them, igniting a playful fire in their girlfriend, he felt thankful for his normal job. Even though it kept him on edge, since his team had stuck to working remotely, he could enjoy moments like that, and welcome Tzuyu back to Korea the following day.

"I really needed that," the maknae sighed, snuggling her face on his chest after enjoying a delicious dinner and a good massage from Seungdae.

"You deserve it after that performance and those flights," he chuckled.

"You do realize this is just beginning, right?" She voiced softly, pouting.

"You flying every other day?" He frowned, and she nodded slowly. "Yeah, very aware of that."

"Will you get tired of me because of it?"

He laughed at the question. "Tzu, my angel, that won't be a problem, trust me. I know how to deal with that."

She whined as his phone vibrated. "Please tell me if you feel tired, okay? Physically, mentally, emotionally… I'm also here for you."

"Do you want to study me like you did Nayeonie?" He laughed, pulling her in for a kiss.

"You'd make a very good subject of study," she smiled widely, giving him another peck.

"I'm up for that! As long as you state your bias for me on paper," he added, making her laugh. In a split second, he thanked the universe for having her in his life, then rolled his eyes at his vibrating phone. "What the fuck is going on?"

With Tzuyu giggling over him and no reason to hide his messages, he unlocked his phone to see the swarm of texts from Ryujin. Both their faces furrowed in confusion and worry.

"Go," Tzuyu said softly, kissing his cheek.

"We've barely had any time for us, and I'd really like to make the most of it before your vacation," he replied without thinking, watching her face turn serious. "Plus, I've got a feeling this is another trap like…" Seungdae sighed, pursing his lips.

"Even if it is, after she found out about Jieun unnie and you, it won't be like that time."

"I'd rather not find out. You just got here and—"

A profound kiss. Enough to silence him and bring him back to reality. "Baobei, I know you're thinking she might actually be in some sort of trouble." She smiled kindly at him, holding his cheek. "Just promise you'll be here when I wake up tomorrow. And Thursday," she added with a smirk.

He sighed, nodding, falling a little extra for her. "I promise… Thank you." He took a moment to calm the turmoil of thoughts and emotions going through him. "I'll leave my laptop here, alright?"

The maknae giggled, knowing that would guarantee his return in the morning.

"Wait, what did you call me?" Seungdae stopped at the door with a confused smile.

Tzuyu's eyes widened. "Baobei?" She asked quietly, pursing her lips but staring directly at him. He nodded. "Think of it as 'jagi' but in Mandarin," she said shyly. "Is it okay to call you that?"

Moved, he smiled and returned to kiss her. "More than okay," he reassured her. "I never asked. Is it okay if I call you 'my angel'?"

"Yes! I like it a lot," she giggled, biting her lip. "Now go!" She chuckled, kissing him again and gently pushing him.

Happy with how things were going with Tzuyu, but frustrated by the overall situation, he drove to the hotel Ryujin mentioned under the pretense that she didn't want to make a scene after getting hurt alone in her room in the middle of the night. As instructed, he entered the lobby, provided his name at reception, and was given a tag to enter the room.

"Ryu?" He asked loudly as soon as he closed the door behind him. "You've got to be kidding me," he sighed, perplexed at the elegant silhouette of a slim woman sitting on the bed, outlined by the city lights entering through the immense windows behind her.

"That's a very rude greeting coming from a server," she chuckled, turning the lamps on with a remote in her hand.

"Yeah, sorry. I was…" Starstruck by Karina's features revealed by the warm lights. Hair up in a bun, accentuating her long neck and her outfit: a tank top that did nothing to hide her heavy breasts, revealing her navel, and a pair of jeans that hugged her hips tightly. Despite her amazing figure, his eyes could not gravitate away from her face, framed by her bangs.

"Expecting to see poor Ryujinie hurt somewhere in the room?" She tried to control her laugh, making him conscious of his basic outfit. "To be honest, I was not expecting her to tell you she had broken her leg or something." She shook her head, hearing his phone buzzing. "You may want to check that," she said with a smirk.

RJ: I keep my promises. Treat her well and enjoy, dumbass!

"What exactly did she tell you?" He scoffed, pressing his temple.

"Whoa. No server protocol, no proper introduction. You're truly new to this thing, right?" She pursed her lips, curious about how unorthodox he already was compared to other servers.

He breathed deeply, extending his hand and accepting the change of plans. "Hwang Seungdae. Quite literally at your orders."

"Karina. But you already knew that." She shook his hand gladly.

Her skin was warm and incredibly soft, proper for one of the most desired women in the country. Still, he was taken from Tzuyu's bed to be there, and his face demanded an explanation.

"I guess you're not into Ryujin's pranks," she smiled, inviting him to sit next to her.

"Is this a prank?" He accepted her offer, noticing a backpack on the floor.

"Yeah, one where the whole hotel is under a big NDA," she giggled, then froze at his seriousness. "Not really. I mean, the whole staff has to sign NDAs to be hired, but when your almost-lesbian friend says she found a good server, you listen. Even more so when said server has a five out of five approval from Itzy and an astonishing nine out of nine from Twice." Karina nodded, pouting and opening her hands in the air.

One big hit to the brain after another. "Did you talk with anyone from Twice?" He asked, focused on the most pressing matter.

"Jihyo unnie," she smiled kindly. "I told her I had heard about you, and she confirmed the legend," Karina added, licking her lips, scanning him. "You know? Men are usually a bit more enthusiastic when they get a chance to have sex with me. Even more so when they'll get paid to do that."

"Oh, I am, it's just that I was—"

"Busy with your girlfriend?" She chuckled, taking him aback. "They didn't say anything else, and I honestly don't care to know more about you aside from what you can offer to me."

"Thank you?" Seungdae mouthed, getting into his role. "I am here to serve you, right? What do you want?" He smiled confidently.

"Cocky," she murmured. "Look, I haven't been with a man in quite some time, but I have hundreds of them…"

"Thousands," he raised his eyebrows.

"… at my disposal. Good for you to know!"

"Quite impossible to ignore. Just like you," he tilted his head, glancing at her boobs.

Karina smiled and rolled her eyes. "What makes you different than other servers? Other than your nine-inch cock."

"Eightish…"

"Humble, huh? I can get that and the big cock from other servers. Or toys if I want to avoid the trouble," she whispered at the end, leaning forward to tease him with her cleavage.

"Very true," he nodded, leaning closer to get a better look at all of her. "I'm good with my tongue," he acknowledged.

"I have Minjeongie for that," she smirked, letting her words sink in his mind.

"I'm good with my fingers," he added after a moment of silence.

"I got all of Aespa, plus Yeji and Ryujinie," Karina grinned, raising her eyebrow, an inch closer to him.

"That's playing dirty," he replied, leaning a bit more until he felt her breath on his lips.

"Whatever you're imagining, yes. It happened," she chuckled, staring into his eyes.

His mind ran a movie of Karina in Itzy's dungeon in just half a second. Overwhelmed with the idea, his mind plucked an old line from his memories. "I can give you the queen treatment…" he whispered, daring to gently caress her jawline before suddenly pushing her against the mattress, getting on top of her. "Or fuck you like a whore if that's what you need."

Karina pursed her lips in surprise and approval. "Tempting, but you'll need more than that," she teased him with her eyes, running the tip of her fingers through his torso.

He stared into her eyes in silence, prompting her curiosity. Then he leaned towards her lips, dodging them to reach her ear. "When was the last time you got fucked so good you actually dropped your mask?" He whispered, getting back to her mouth to kiss her, taking her gasp away from her lips.

She followed along, feeling his hand on her waist. "That was low," Jimin replied with a smirk in her natural deep voice, fisting the hem of his pants.

"Some time, then?" He joked, making her roll her eyes as he pulled her in for a kiss. The tongue technique, the tempo, the smooth way in which she unbuckled his belt as she let his hand move up to her ribs; everything was perfect.

"Show me what I'll be working with," Karina whispered, feeling his trimmed bush with her fingertips.

"As you wish," he replied, giving her another peck before standing tall, admiring the way her breasts sat on her chest while she rested on her elbows. He tried to play the professional server role by taking off his plain t-shirt with a single arm and letting his pants fall, revealing his semi-hard bulge as he stepped out of his jeans.

"It's not as threatening as they made it out to be," she giggled, stretching her leg to touch it with her toes, using the remote to close the curtains.

"Are you used to big cocks?" He smirked, letting her play with the hem of his trunks.

"Not really. But I've had my fair share of BBC," she whispered, letting his shaft spring free before taking it with her soles.

"Did Ryujin tell you anything else?" Seungdae shook his head, lusting over Karina's long legs, unable to ignore her black pedicure.

"Something about how easy it is to tease you," she scoffed, feeling him get fully hard on her feet.

"As much as I'd love you to continue, it is supposed to be me servicing you," he voiced, feeling her toes wiggle around his girth. "Unless you're actually into this."

"Force of habit," she admitted with a wide smile, standing up to hold his cock while she unbuttoned her jeans with one hand. "But you're right," she nodded.

"So," he grinned, pulling her blouse up, "what do you want?"

Her top came off, revealing a strapless bra that held on to dear life to keep her milkers covered. Rolling her eyes, Karina held her laugh, stepping out of her jeans, thinking of his question as his jaw fell. "Eat me," she whispered flirtily after a few seconds. "If you do it well, I may let you shove this thing inside of me," she winked at him, making his length bounce with her index finger.

Seungdae laughed at her unserious wink while she threw herself on the mattress, wiggling her way to the middle of the king-size bed, admiring the jiggle physics in her boobs. A bit dumbfounded, he took a deep breath and crawled his way to kiss her.

"Nuh-uh," she stopped him. "You already kissed me, and you passed. Down. No hands, understood?"

He nodded, turned on by her challenging eyes. "You know Jihyo tested me on all this before I signed my contract, right?" He voiced, kissing her clavicle and laughing when Karina firmly yanked his hair when he brushed her tit, taking him down to her flat stomach.

"I like to make my own judgment," she whispered in a flirty smile, focusing on the way he worshiped her.

"Leave the rest to me, then," he smirked, biting the hem of her panties, forcing one side down her hips, then the other, then biting the center.

Impressed, Karina cooperated, raising her hips and letting her feet caress his torso as he slid the fabric down her long legs. "Don't even think about keeping them," she said in her real tone, making him release her panties from his jaw and swiftly throwing them at her. "Thanks!" She smiled kindly, spreading her legs for him.

Heaven presented itself to Seungdae. Her beautiful legs framed her puffy cunt, adorned with a neatly trimmed bush. He leaned forward, trying to catch her smell, but it wasn't until he was almost kissing her petals that her musk hit him. Staring directly into her eyes, he kissed her inner thighs, noticing the subtle tension in her muscles, and paying full attention to her breathing as his lips got closer to her vulva.

"That feels nice," Jimin exhaled, letting her head rest on the pillows.

No reply from him. No more words from her. While she allowed herself to enjoy his lips, he focused on the task, closing his eyes until his mouth pressed against her meaty pussy.

The first profound lick released a soft coo from her lips, soon turning into soft moans that became affirmations of what he should continue doing; something he followed to the letter.

"Did Ryujinie tell you anything about me?" Karina wondered, bringing back her tension just when it was about to disappear.

"You mean?" He asked, hiding his frustration, but not missing one beat of his tongue swirling.

"You're… You're doing it a bit too well," she giggled, sinking on the bed, self-conscious about the little swaying of her hips.

Seungdae chuckled directly on her folds, licking all the way from her entrance to her clit before replying. "Only that your tits are really fun to play with," he shared before capturing her sensitive bean between his lips, sucking it tightly.

"Fuck," Karina let out, shaking her head. "Just keep doing that." She reached for his hair to hold him tightly.

Intrigued, he obeyed, savoring her as much as he could, and before he knew it, perfection. Her cute gasps, her contained breasts going up and down with each breath, her sweet moans, the rocking of her hips on his mouth, the gentle grip on his scalp, and even the little commands she gave him; everything was worthy of a painting.

Despite how much he enjoyed every bit of it, he did his best to give her more, letting her performance fuel his lust. Using his whole mouth, he devoured her cunt, making sure every crease of her tiny inner lips would get a proper lick, never missing the momentum he had with her clit, attacking it just enough to build her orgasm lick by lick until her controlled moans slowly turned into louder whimpers.

Jimin tried to resist, noticing her breathing grew troubled while she bit her lower lip and her small hand clenched tighter on his hair. He had the technique, and she enjoyed it, but the drive and the devotion to pleasure her was palpable. "Freaking Ryujin," she mumbled, shaking her head as she let go of the brakes. She tugged his hair with both hands, rubbing his face on her pussy. Slowly, she pulled his mouth to her clit and locked his face against it.

Seungdae understood and suctioned the upper part of her vulva, using only the tip of his tongue to give her that extra push to her climax. Her legs told him everything her muted voice could not. The more they trembled, the closer she was to her orgasm, and when the time came, her perfect thighs shut like a bear trap around his head.

Karina tried to push him away from her cunt, but he fought back, not bothered by pressure in his skull or the yanking of his hair. Without putting his hands on her, just as she requested, he latched onto her clit, deafened by her flesh, and fighting with her convulsions until there was no strength in her shaky legs.

"Head… I could've… Are you… That was…" Jimin panted with a wide smile, ogling his tongue while he cleaned his lips.

"Need a minute?" He smirked, walking on his knees towards the headboard to carry her in his lap, triggering smaller waves of shuddering through her body by the pressure of his arms around her.

"Don't l-laugh." She slapped him on his chest, allowing herself to be pampered by him as her hand fell, finding his rod.

"What's next, boss?" He smirked, brushing her waist.

"Oh, you're fucking me with this m-monster, that's for sure!" Karina tilted her head, feeling his length.

"Whenever you want," Seungdae patted her back. "Just remember you're not on a stage," he chuckled.

"What do you mean?" She asked, narrowing her eyes, trying to squeeze his girth.

"Just that there's no need to put on a whole show with the extra seductive movements, the extra sweet moans, and even the 'uncontrollable' orgasm," he mocked her, holding her closely.

"You may be the first man to eat my pussy and complain about me right after," she raised her eyebrows, approaching his face.

"Not a single soul would complain about it. I'm just saying there's no need to add all those theatrics," he said calmly as her grip loosened. "Remember, I'm here to please you and not the other way around. Even though I really enjoyed the performance."

Jimin buried her elbow in his stomach, but smirked at him. "The whole orgasm was real. I just look that good when I cum."

"Maybe. What about the back bending and the hands?" He imitated her, trying to make her laugh.

"I didn't want to break your neck, but you were glued to my cunt!" She scoffed with a smile, then rolled her eyes at his skeptical face. "It's not easy to drop the act, okay?" Her tongue poked her cheek, trying to control herself. "Do you know what it's like having to be flawless all the fucking time?"

"I've seen some of its consequences," he admitted, twisting his mouth. "But I know it's different for everybody in the industry. I can't imagine what it's been like for you."

Karina breathed deeply, lips fighting to keep the words in.

"Come on. You can vent with me." His reassuring smile pushed her a little further.

"You're going to learn why we don't talk about it, sir."

"I'm all ears."

"Remember you're the one who asked for it," she pointed at him, and he nodded.

Exhaling, she snuggled up on his chest to avoid his face. "It's exhausting." Her hands instantly became an extension of her voice, showing her anger as tension in her fingers. "Way before debuting, they drill the idea into your brain until you become aware of every possible reflection or every possible camera, just in case someone catches a bad angle of yours." She scoffed. "It's gotten to the point that no matter where I am, I can see myself from outside my body just to keep myself in check, because God forbid I look at someone the wrong way, and now the whole country thinks I'm a bitch! Do you know how hard it is to treat everyone kindly when your cramps are actively trying to kill you?"

Pause. Jimin turned to gaze at his calm face. Seungdae nodded gently. She continued.

"Then you debut, and of course, you offer yourself as the group's tribute to protect your members because that's what a leader does! So now you have to learn to be perfect while you're literally getting fucked by men you find utterly disgusting. They make you watch every possible angle of them using you until you've mastered how to be the perfect fuck toy for them," Karina sneered with anger, but a bit of pride. "If that were not enough, you become so obscenely good that even if your members offer themselves as tribute to give you some rest, your company still sends you with them unless your assets don't fit with their sick fetishes!"

She went quiet, realizing how tense her fingers were and how quickly she was breathing. Trying to collect herself, she faced him. "S-sorry. I didn't want to—"

"Don't be sorry," he held her tightly. "Wasn't tributing supposed to get the rest of the group out of the menu?"

She scoffed. "You would think so, but not all companies are JYPE. SM will only accept volunteers if it's convenient for them. And I was too convenient for them not to offer me to the investors."

Silence for a minute. Like every company, JYPE had its flaws, but at least they respected someone's sacrifice. 'Probably a legacy rule from JY Park himself,' he thought with Tzuyu, Jeongyeon, and Dahyun in his mind.

Jimin sighed deeply, decompressing and bringing Seungdae back to reality. "Enough reason to be self-conscious all the fucking time, isn't it?" She shook her head and lay on his chest again, reaching for his semi-hard cock to play with it, thrilled by how hot it felt in her hand. "I've made my peace with sex, if you're worried about it. I like it as much as everyone, but it's just easier for me to sleep with women," she stated with a smirk. "I really like to feel a good dick inside of me, though," she added in a very intentional seductive tone.

Seungdae held his chuckle. His mind went back and forth between what Karina just shared, the many times he had seen that pain in Jieun, and imagining what it might have been like for Tzuyu when she first tributed all those years back. Still, Jimin's voice hit all the right points in his brain to bring his erection back. "That's one way to change subjects."

"You asked for it, remember? But thank you." She paused to stare at his confused expression. "I didn't tell you anything I had not talked about before with my therapist, but I feel lighter now," she chuckled. "Unlike your cock," she smiled widely, softly slapping his member against her hand.

"I am here to serve," he replied out of words.

"Let me give you a treat for being so kind," Karina grinned, wiggling her way down to suck his shaft.

'Fuck me,' Seungdae thought, partially regretting his next action. "I'll gladly take that offer, but first," he held her by her jaw to make her sit on his lap, taking the chance to admire her heavy jugs, still fighting to be freed. "What does Yu Jimin want?" He pulled her in for a kiss that she reciprocated. While they hugged, he noticed that the more he pressed on her flesh, the deeper she inhaled, and the closer she pulled him to her own body. In a quick movement, he spun her against the mattress, keeping his right hand on her back.

"You may actually be worth Ryujin's money," Jimin purred, reaching for his dick.

"Is she the one paying for this?" Honest surprise.

"Money in your pocket and me in your arms. You must have made a really good impression on her."

"I'm as surprised as you are," he smirked, unhooking her bra and throwing it away with his left hand. "Fuck," he let out, amazed by the effect gravity had on her tits.

Jimin shrank for a moment, covering part of her face with her small hands, and stopping her breasts from spreading with her elbows.

"Guard's still up," Seungdae chuckled, kissing her again to bite her lips. "Don't tell me you're insecure about your boobs."

"I'm not! I know they look great!" She twisted her body but stayed close to his lips. "It's a little different when I'm not wearing a bra," she mumbled quickly, crossing her arms.

"Jimin, they're fantastic. I'm sure even Jihyo has told you that, and I think she knows a thing or two about big tits." He kept his smile while she nodded at his words, grimacing slightly. "What is it?"

"Men," she sighed, defeated, but finding his confused face endearing. "Mine are not like Jihyo unnie's. Hers always sit nicely no matter what she wears, and they keep their shape even when she's lying down. With or without milk, mine are…"

"Saggy?" Silence. Seungdae's mind focused so much on imagining how sweet her milk could taste that he spoke without thinking. He gulped audibly, knowing he had fucked up.

"Yes," she hissed. "I thought doing that would make them firmer, but even full, they were still… Saggy." She might as well have killed him with her eyes. "So I stopped with those damn hormones. Honestly, I don't know how Jihyo unnie still does it."

He lay on his side, next to her. While a part of him was thirsty for her, the rest of him was mad, wondering how the industry had managed to make a woman as gorgeous as Karina feel insecure about her incredible body. "Something about her mommy kink, I guess," he murmured.

"Does she really have a mommy kink?" Jimin sat suddenly, holding her laugh, showing her large, clear nipples hanging loosely, reaching the crook of her elbow.

"Is that what it takes for you to stop covering yourself?" He scoffed, triggering a real laugh from her as he admired the way her breasts became fuller at the lowest point. "You didn't hear that from me, alright?" He sat to meet her face, holding her cheek.

"Fine, fine." She kept on chuckling, letting him pull her for a kiss, guiding his hand to her bare boobs. "Do you really like them?" She asked weakly, making his fingers curl on her heavy knockers.

"Let me prove it to you," he smirked, lying her down, finally getting her nipples into his mouth.

Surprisingly for her, he remained completely quiet, enjoying the softness of her boobs and the way they moved between his fingers and his mouth. Unsure, Jimin tried to relax.

His initial licks on her left nub were adorable. It was clear he was used to firmer tits, and considering what she knew of his history, it made sense. However, he quickly found the best way to grab most of her boob one one hand, giving her a good breast massage while he sucked one of her nipples. Soon, he took Karina's milkers and squeezed them together, easily taking both nipples into his mouth, causing her to chuckle amidst her arousing humming.

"Told you there's no milk in them," she giggled, playing with the back of his hair.

"Doesn't make them any less addictive," he replied, latching onto her right nipple while his hands ran down her body.

Jimin could only focus on his touch. His firm hands held her body with such hunger, and yet, his skin caressed hers with incredible delicacy. It wasn't until his digits reached her hipbones that she realized the sway of her own hips. She caught the sound of his breathing, growing louder and giving her mind something to hold on to as she closed her eyes.

She released a satisfied giggle when their respiration synced right before his fingers brushed her folds. "Please," she moaned, holding his head and her free tit firmly in anticipation.

The following moan was loaded with relief. His digits entered her pussy, slowly spreading her walls. "Just like that," Karina whimpered at the waving of his fingers inside of her, slowly increasing their speed until they reached that of her own heart.

Even though she felt incredibly tight, her drenched petals allowed him to move smoothly inside her cunt and feel the texture of her walls. "I'd love to see these bouncing," he smiled at the way she guided his mouth to her left nipple. Subtle, but Seungdae heard a scoff coming from her, accompanied by a minute clenching of her pussy around his fingers. "You like the idea?"

She whined, clenching his hair as he circled her areola with his tongue. His digits went slightly deeper into her core, emphasizing the in-and-out motion while she fought her own judgment. "Yes," she sighed with a grin, pulling him up to kiss him. "Just fuck me already."

"How do you want it?" He chuckled against her lips, hands wandering freely over her body.

"You… You said something about… Fucking me so good… I'd drop my mask." Jimin stopped their kiss, holding his face firmly with both hands, aware that her whole face showed that desperate need. "I want that," she requested with a shy smile and a tint of fear in her eyes.

He slid his fingers out of her cunt and took them to his mouth, savoring her nectar, and bringing a wider smirk to her lips. "Remember, you can say no at any moment." He leaned for one more peck and jumped off the bed, opening the curtains in the room.

"What?" She exclaimed, watching herself reflected in the large windows, covering her body before he turned off the lights with the remote, throwing it back onto the bed. 'When did he…?' Her thoughts were interrupted by the lamp on the desk turning on, adding a warm light to the bedroom.

He offered his hand.

Fearful but intrigued, Jimin stepped down the bed and took it, letting him guide her to the windows.

"Just enough light for your body." He said, going to the lamp to make the light hit her right side, adding some sticky notes from the desk to soften the upper area.

She covered her body, but stayed there. "W-What if someone recognizes me?"

"You took precautions before coming here, right?" He waited a second, and she nodded. "If no one followed, no one would think of you if they even glance at the hotel. Plus, if you can't see your face from here, neither could they. The city is too busy," he reassured her, standing behind her and grabbing her jugs. "But some lucky guys may get to see this pair of majestic tits dangling as I fuck you," he whispered, kissing her neck while her eyes remained fixed on her own reflection.

He was right. She could still clearly see the streets. The lamp only provided a faint view of her body, right under her ribs. Anything above that was too poorly lit to produce a clear image.

"Too risky," she voiced before welcoming his fingers into her mouth, sucking them eagerly.

"Perhaps for the idol in you, too perfect for anyone to see her saggy tits hanging freely," he voiced, grabbing her heavy udder with one hand while covering his cock with her saliva before gently pushing her shoulders forward until her arms rested on the window. She gasped, instinctively raising her hips. "But I'm sure Yu Jimin would love the thrill and the praise," he scoffed, aligning the tip of his shaft against her drenched entrance, gaze freely at her firm ass and tight puckered hole.

Her heart pounded as she bit her lips and gulped audibly. "Take my phone and record it," she said quickly without moving. He hummed. "I-I'd like to see it later."

"As you wish," Seungdae whispered, caressing her buttcheeks.

While he went to the shelf next to the headboard to leave the phone recording, Jimin got lost in her own reflection, imagining her silhouette on the camera, then scanning what little she could recognize outside. Cars moving, people walking on the street, a man staring out from a window in another building.

She exhaled, feeling his glans brush against her wet folds, realizing she was still a bit sensitive from her previous orgasm. She breathed in, then out, and leaned more against the window, sending her hips back, taking his girth. "You're t-thick," she grunted, tensing her fingers and toes, slowly taking more of him into her pussy.

"And you're deliciously tight," he replied, gripping onto her hips firmly while her cunt adjusted around his shaft. For a moment, he focused solely on his manhood and the way her walls caressed his dick, enveloping it in her slick warmth until he felt a hard stop inside of her.

Jimin scoffed, shaking her head. "You'll have to fuck your way in," she suggested in a seductive tone.

He leaned forward, running his hand through her stomach and then to her left boob, feeling its whole weight, shape, and size. "You don't have to force this pretty pussy," he whispered, kissing her neck.

A confident chuckle. "I can take you whole, Hwang Seungdae." She turned a bit to kiss him, swaying her hips forward, then back, taking another half an inch of him. "Fuck me until you make me cum," she grinned, biting his lip. "That's an order," she added, releasing him and turning to the window to watch her reflection.

He complied, rocking his hips and feeling her cunt gripping onto his cock and enjoying the softness of her breasts, particularly her nipples, while he played with both of them.

This time, Jimin let her moans come out freely, flowing as her body demanded after every thrust until she chuckled at the sensation of his pubes brushing her outer lips. "Told you," she giggled proudly, clenching her pussy the moment he had his whole length inside of her.

What was meant to tease him worked, but it also backfired on her. His deep grunt, accompanied by a hard twitch on her nipples, pulling them down in a single motion, awakened her submissive side. Her moans turned into whimpers, and her arms slowly gave up any strength that kept her from resting her face on the cold glass. "F-Fuck me," she requested with a smile, watching her breath on the window, and arching her back.

Seungdae scoffed, giving a last firm and aggressive squeeze to her boobs before moving his hands down to her hips. Holding her firmly, he rammed her cunt, causing her udders to slam against the glass repeatedly.

"Mhmm!" Jimin whined, feeling the way Seungdae's manhood reshaped her insides while his fingers slid to her lower belly, pressing it firmly. Every inner sensation and the mental image became even clearer in an instant. "Just like that," she groaned, swaying her hips against him, melting beneath him.

A moment of doubt. She never groaned during sex with men. Even more so, her breathing was always controlled, and right there she was already breathing shakily, showing her teeth with half her face pressed against the window.

"Please don't stop," she begged, failing to grab his ass but digging her nails into him on her next attempt. "Please," Jimin implored, mind clouding in pleasure.

His left hand moved through her stomach, then between her bouncing milkers and up to her long neck, pressing it firmly, but leaving her throat free to whimper as her body needed. Lastly, his right hand went down to her folds.

"Y-Yes!" She shouted right when his middle and ring fingers rubbed her clit, making her torso press hard against the window, spreading her large breasts between her forearms while he practically carried her. The cold glass on her nipples made her realize she was on her tiptoes, desperately swaying her hips, adding the right amount of self-realization to surrender to her needs.

"Wouldn't it be lovely if someone saw you right now?" He whispered in Jimin's ear. She hummed, clenching her pussy. Slowly, he used his biceps to press her arms together. "I bet they would masturbate thinking of these precious tits, imagining how good they must feel in their hands."

"F-F-Fill me," she panted, moving her arms slowly to press her jugs, pressing the arm that choked her, trying to control her orgasm but ultimately failing. "F-Fuck," she muttered, feeling her climax crushing her.

Seungdae caught her, impressed by the sight, but never stopped. He ensured the camera could capture Jimin's eyes rolling back, her feet giving up, and her whole body shivering, trying to release the immense waves of pleasure hitting her from her core, turning them into muted cries. When her spasms became too strong, he renounced his own orgasm and held her tightly, protecting her from hitting her head against the window before walking back to the bed. His dick reaccommodated inside of her as he sat on the mattress at the same time her head fell back on his left shoulder. Smiling at the trail of juices she left on the carpet, he used his left hand to play with her tits while his fingers continued rubbing her clit until the climax died down.

Jimin, still trembling, turned to her right. "Bastard…" She sighed, not bothering to hide the wide grin engraved on her face.

"No more mask, huh?" He smirked while she shook her head and tried to elbow him, trying to reach his lips. He kissed her, enjoying the occasional clenching of her sensitive pussy and teasing her with little pinches on her nipples.

"You haven't come, have you?" She asked softly, realizing how wet her inner thighs were.

"Don't worry about—"

She kissed him again, slapping Seungdae's thigh. "I don't even know when you brought me to bed, but I remember very vividly asking you to fill me," she smirked.

"Don't you want to rest a bit?"

She chuckled, shaking her head. "Lie in the middle of the bed. Don't get out," Jimin requested, tightening her cunt and shuddering as a reaction.

He nodded, leaning a bit to grab her thighs and carry her in an almost fetal position. She giggled, wiggling her legs in the air while he got right where she asked her, even taking the pillows to have a comfortable view.

"Help me spin," Jimin chuckled with a playful smile, keeping her knees close to her chest and stretching her arm for him. Purposefully, she clenched her cunt to enjoy the curvature of his fully erect shaft as it moved inside her oversensitive pussy, loving the sensation until they were face to face again. "Don't hold it back, alright?" Karina smirked, straddling Seungdae and leaning back, supporting her weight with her right arm and caressing her tummy with her left hand. 'Minjeongie would go crazy with this,' she thought, rocking her lower body and pressing her womb.

The way she moved was no longer meant to be visually alluring, but rather pleasurable for herself; still, she could tell he enjoyed the view. She swayed her hips in small circles, using his pubes to stimulate her clit. Her moans were spontaneous and filled with little giggles. As she slowly increased her speed and rhythm, her udders dangled freely. Her face, however, remained perfect, maybe more so than before. Her half-opened eyes, occasionally rolling back every time his cock forced her womb to move. A smile lurked from her parted lips, trembling at times with her tongue picking out quickly, as if trying to catch something.

Even though her movements were clearly meant to please her and her only, the tightness of Karina's walls quickly sent him back to the path of his orgasm. Following her last command, he let go of his restraints, leaning forward to pull her for a fervent kiss she reciprocated, caressing her ass with his right hand and holding her against his chest with his left arm.

"Do it," she purred in his lips, reaching for his face with both hands, hips rocking harder and faster. She felt his breathing growing rougher as he finally started thrusting into her pussy. One quick clench of his cock, followed by another prolonged one. "Give it to me," she demanded in her most sultry voice, biting Seungdae's lip. "Fill my womb. I need it."

He hugged Jimin as tightly as her walls gripped onto his girth. Her sweet giggles, her sultry moans, her overall excitement, and her hungry kiss pushed him over the edge. And just like he fucked her throughout her orgasm, Jimin rode him through his.

"Yes!" She grunted, clenching her cunt at the first deep spurt of cum, hitting her depths, repeating the process to take every drop of semen out of his manhood, loving the warmth that flooded her core. "Thank you," she chuckled, tickling the back of his ears while he held on to her, panting and shaking at every conscious pulsation of her walls. "I don't remember the last time I enjoyed a creampie this much," she admitted.

"You… You didn't cum this time," he huffed.

"Uh-uh," she replied playfully, grinning before giving him a peck on the lips. "You already gave me two good orgasms, and I got to enjoy this heavy load fully conscious," she continued, taking his hand to her womb. "I am very satisfied," Jimin reassured him, clenching her pussy tightly just to hear him groan again.

"I can give you another one if—"

"Shut up!" She giggled, taking her right boob to his mouth. "Suck it while you recover. I still want to give you that treat," she hummed, enjoying his tongue circling her nipple as he held her left breast and she caressed his hair.

"I won't say no to that," Seungdae scoffed quickly, taking her other nipple into his mouth.

"You'd be an idiot if you did," Karina smirked, turning to the window. "Do you think anyone saw us here?" She pondered, referring to the bed.

"The lamp's behind you, and it's too dim to light your face for the people in the other buildings," he grinned, taking advantage of the range of her jugs to lick both nipples at the same time. "If anyone saw anything, I doubt they saw your face."

As he continued sucking her nubs, even after he was fully erect again, he saw her focused on the window. Having his cock still buried inside of her allowed him to feel every clench matching every subtle smile, purse, and bite of her lips. "We can go back there if you want."

Jimin fisted his hair, inhaling deeply and facing him, shaking her head. "You better have another load ready for m-me," she warned him while he sucked both her nipples with all his strength before releasing them.

"Whenever you want." He took her for a kiss, and she bit him before tightening her core to stand up. Seungdae leaned to see her cortch, happy to see that not a single drop of his cum leaked from her pussy.

"I'm keeping it as a souvenir," she joked, wiggling her butt proudly on the bed and jumping to the floor, laughing at the clap of her milkers on her stomach.

"Just tell me where you want it," he smirked, stepping out of bed and admiring her body as she walked backwards to the window, slowly turning to her right to face her phone, still recording.

"Here!"

"Ass and part of your tits for the audience," he pursed his lips, nodding. "Impressive."

"If I can't see them, they can't see my face," she smiled, turning a little more just to be sure. "Take it. I want to watch this as well," she pointed to her phone a bit shyly, kneeling.

"Is there a chance you can send me this?" He asked, framing her face on camera while he approached her.

"It depends on how well you aim at the end," she winked playfully, using the remnants of semen in his dick to stroke it with her small hands. "Let me have my fun first, then you'll have your treat," she grinned, licking his frenulum.

He agreed without a second thought, and indeed, it was her time to have fun, not his.

Karina took her time, playing with her grip on the base of Seungdae's manhood, pressing it right on his veins, making them pop as his whole rod grew thicker, acquiring a purple hue. She scoffed, impressed by its size and weight, measuring its length with her fists, proud to have had that monster inside her cunt. Then, she playfully slapped her face with it, getting down to his balls. "They're ready to shoot again," she cupped his scrotum, raising her eyebrows.

"I'm used to demanding women," he winked at her, charmed by the playfulness of her face.

"I'll keep it in mind for next time," she smiled brightly, sucking one testicle into her mouth, then the other, giggling at the way his eyes sparkled at the idea. "Now that's the way men usually react when they have a chance to fuck me."

"I'm way more relaxed now than before," he argued. "Same for you?"

She scoffed, twisting her jaw. "Riding you until you filled my pussy was not proof enough?"

"Oh, it was! I just wanted to hear it from you," he nodded, enjoying the little licks and kisses throughout his genitals. "Consider it my customer service survey or whatever you want to call it."

"No wonder Ryujin's grown fond of you," Jimin laughed. "Listen carefully," she grinned, holding his hilt firmly. Before he could even nod, she had already taken him into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat, stroking him and sealing his shaft with her lips, hollowing her cheeks.

Seungdae got lost in Karina's big eyes, appearing even more prominent from his angle, and even more so with the way she blew him. Her technique was different than both his lovers, equally pleasurable. The way she sucked him, the way her hands moved, and the way her tongue swirled; not only did it look impressively dirty and erotic, but it felt incredible.

The sloppiness came next. Her spit flowed freely after she released his tip with a loud pop, quickly using her hands to spread her saliva through his length, only to impale her face with it the next second.

"God!" He grunted, feeling his glans pass into her tight pipe with a loud gag that spread through the room.

She took his hands and kept them firmly over his thighs. The show was on.

Karina blew him slowly, gurgling while she ensured he'd feel the way she took half an inch more of him every few bobs, letting a trail of drool fall to her dangling udders and almost ignoring her own body until a violent retching hit her.

"It feels great, but you don't—"

"I've taken your size in every hole before," she reassured him, slurping the thick thread of spit hanging from her lips and his tip. "I'm just out of practice," she smirked, slapping his slick manhood across her face before swallowing him again. She took a full inch more of him than before, bobbing her head and gargling quicker, touching her own neck to feel how deep into her neck he reached.

Her frustration was apparent, quickly decreasing her speed, but forcing herself to reach his pubes with her lips. Jimin shook her head and pushed herself back, which released a cascade of drool down her tits. "Jihyo unnie was right," she mumbled, quickly recovering her position and skimming out of the window. "I'll tell you when to stop."

She took his left hand to her neck, palm resting on her throat; then she took her phone from his right hand so he could grip her hair bun. 'Cute,' she thought, recording herself, watching his worried face, nodding at him before engulfing his dick in one quick movement.

Seungdae trembled, throwing his head back for a moment until Karina sank her nails into his thighs to fuck her face. 'So be it,' he thought, quickly taking control and thrusting into her face. The tightness, the gurgling, the way her neck expanded to his girth and length on his hand, and her majestic, determined eyes; a dream come true.

However, like some of the best dreams, it came to an abrupt end. Jimin tapped quickly and repeatedly on his thigh. He hesitated, but he pulled her away from his throbbing cock.

Tears ran down her cheeks, joining the drool that fell down her breasts, all the way down to her pussy.

They locked eyes. Two seconds of silence. Both laughed loudly.

"Sit on the bed," she said with a wide smile, standing up as if she were on stage: confidently, owning the place. "Close the curtains. You deserve to have this moment only for you," she added, handing him the phone, still recording.

He remained frozen for a second, scanning every part of her body: her black toenails, her long legs, her trimmed bush, her cute navel, her heavy boobs, covered in a thick layer of spit, and her wide smile, which brought him back to reality. "Yes," he said hurrily, taking the phone and reaching for the remote to close the curtains right away and adjust the lamps in the room to half their power. "No need to hide between us," he smiled, taking his place at the edge of the mattress.

Karina chuckled, biting her lips and kneeling between his legs. "Let me finish. For both of us," she whispered, taking her boobs up to his dick, enveloping it in her slippery flesh. She gawked at his glans, moving her breasts up and down on his length. Thirsting over it, she glanced at his eyes; he nodded, and she gladly took him into her mouth.

Eagerly, she used her whole torso, pressing and moving her tits up and down to pleasure him. She watched him grunt and melt on the bed as she licked his tip, feeding her own pride and boosting her performance even more. Her cheeks hollowed again, and Jimin made sure to enjoy every drop of salty precum directly from his slit.

Seungdae could not focus. Her breathing grew more profound and louder; her eyes stared directly into him, almost in the same way he looked at his partners to know how to please them next; her soft breasts framing his shaft were simply hypnotic; her fingers, maybe unconsciously, pinched and twisted her own nipples at the same rhythm she sucked him. The pleasure increased by the second, and the vacuum in her mouth was glory brought to earth.

Jimin's voice echoed in his mind. 'Don't hold it back, alright?' 'Give it to me.'

He locked eyes with her just as she was about to release his cock from her mouth. She smiled with her eyes and swallowed him, bobbing her head quicker and pressing her breasts tighter together.

Laughing quietly, he nodded at her and, save for the arm filming her, he relaxed completely. Her tits wrapped him up so kindly that he could cum just with that. Still, her tongue swirled mercilessly through every crease of his tip, applying just the right amount of pressure and friction through him. It was clear she could make him explode as soon as she could, but her goal was to make him cum as hard as humanly possible. With no self-restraint, he succumbed to the pleasure with a satisfied smile fixed on his face until he moaned. "Rina…"

"Uh-uh," she hummed back at him, edging him, grinning at his trembling hips.

"Jimin!"

In one swift movement, she let go of her udders and pushed herself to swallow his whole manhood to finish him. She reached for his free hand, guiding it to his dick while she pulled back, quickly holding her milkers so her nipples were as close to her gasping mouth as possible.

Instinctively, he stroked himself to nut on her face, shooting rope after thick rope of semen, coating her face from her lower eyelid to her chin and down to her clear nipples.

She remained still as he finished, giving him the chance to record a few angles of her while she savoured the spurts that landed on her tongue before staring at his eyes and swallowing his seed with a loud gulp. "Thank you for the facial," she purred, blowing a kiss before sucking his cum from her breasts.

"It suits you," Seungdae panted.

"Oh, I know," she replied, making a show of sucking her own tits, giving herself a playful bite on her nipple. "You should see me after a bukkake," Karina winked at him.

"Can I?" He asked, half serious. "You know? Following the idea of people seeing you like this…" He caught her full attention while he recovered. "I bet there's a part of you who'd love to walk outside just like this," he leaned forward, pointing at her naked body, but focusing on her painted face.

"That would be thrilling." Jimin raised her eyebrows, biting her lips flirtily.

"It would be very risky."

"A lot!" She confirmed, standing up.

"Shame you won't do it even though you want it," Seungdae sighed with a smirk.

"Is that a challenge?"

"Nah," he replied with a chuckle. "Unless you want to take it."

She inhaled deeply, then walked towards her clothes. "What do I win?" She asked dead serious.

"You've got everything, Yu Jimin. All I can offer you is my services."

"I don't do servers, Hwang Seungdae," she replied, catching a drop of cum dripping down her chin. He didn't reply; instead, he smirked and shrugged, observing the room and the bed he was on. "Next one's for free, whenever I call it," she sighed, pointing at him.

He nodded.

"Get dressed."

They did so quickly, but Karina put on only her jeans and blouse. No underwear. She asked him to record her again, quickly taking something into her pocket before slowly stepping into the hallways of the hotel. Her tension was palpable, but she kept walking, skimming back to see him until they reached the elevator.

"I can't believe it," she murmured to herself before facing the camera and showing her fresh facial rather proudly. She signaled him to stay there and walked to the opposite wall, quickly lowering her blouse to let her knockers hang freely for a couple of seconds before covering herself again.

"You're crazy," he whispered, shocked by her display.

"Let's take the stairs," Jimin replied, blushing through the pearled mask, guiding the way up.

She scanned the stairs. Everything was empty. Nervously, she lowered her blouse again, but this time, she walked playfully, half laughing at how silly she felt, half laughing at the way he had to re-focus the phone because he could only stare at her dangling breasts. One floor up, then two.

She inspected her surroundings again and unbuttoned her pants, lowering them enough for her bush to show on frame. "How do I look?" She smiled shyly, taking his hand to her heart, pounding so hard he felt it clearly.

"Like Dispatch's next big news," he scoffed, shaking his head, then quickly turning to cover her when they heard a door opening on the closest floor above them. Before he could do anything else, Karina was already walking downstairs, arms covering her already-clad rack, pants neatly buttoned, and her face covered with beige pieces of cloth serving as a facial mask.

He followed her quietly until they got back to her room, bursting into laughter as soon as the door locked.

"I didn't think you'd go that far!" Seungdae exclaimed, following her to the bathroom. "Where did those come from?" He chuckled, pointing to her face.

"I needed something to pretend I didn't have your cum all over my face!" Jimin chuckled, observing herself in the mirror, then smiling back at him. "Believable, right?" She asked nervously, needing the reassurance, and he happily provided it before she laughed loudly again.

"What now?" He shook his head, watching her turn around to show him the growing stain of semen in her crotch.

"You are taking me home now," she declared.

With no way to object, he followed along, watching her open the backpack on the floor, then put on an expensive wig and a cheap sweater that made her look like a grandma, partially aided by the facial mask. "Oldest and most effective trick of the book!" She joked, practicing the way she walked.

The late hour gave them a clear road back to her apartment while they praised each other for their performance and laughed again at their reaction on the stairs. Two blocks before arriving, she spoke honestly.

"Thank you for tonight. I really liked feeling a little… Adventurous. Although I'm not sure if I'd try that again," she said softly.

"The stairs or the window part?" He smirked at her, catching a glimpse of Karina's grin before turning his eyes back to the road.

"The stairs. The window is just a little safer," she giggled quietly before turning serious. "Sorry for ruining your night with your girlfriend, by the way."

"Ryujin is the one responsible for that. You… I'll wait for your call."

"Don't lose any sleep on that," she chuckled. "We're packed with concerts, comeback, more concerts…" Jimin sighed, defeated, but keeping a smile on her face. "Trust me, I'll call you again, and you'd better leave me as relaxed as I am now!" She bit her lips, hitting him on the shoulder.

"I'll do my best, don't worry about it," he winked at her. "Are you really going to walk out of the car with my cum still on your face?"

"What? They say it's good for the skin!"

Watching her go, he relaxed for a bit, taking the chance to message Ryujin.

SD: I gotta say, even though you made me get out of Tzuyu's bed, it was worth it. But next time, please let me know beforehand. RJ: Fuck. Sorry, I was really hoping you were alone tonight. SD: When am I ever alone at night nowadays? SD: Wait, wtf are you doing awake at 2 am? RJ: Too much to think, don't worry. SD: You sure? I could go to your place for a few minutes. It's on my way back to Tzuyu's. RJ: I'll be fine. Don't keep Tzuyu unnie waiting. Drive safe! SD: Ok. But remember, I'm always up to talking with you! RJ: And I'll take that offer! But I want to be alone tonight. SD: Take care, alright? RJ: You too.

With that done, he arrived back at Tzuyu's apartment building, thankful and still amazed that she had already given him his own set of keys. Just like Jieun, she reasoned that he could get into her place if she needed something or simply to arrive earlier to avoid drawing attention from any stalker, sasaeng, or paparazzi.

Her pets, Kaya and Butter, welcomed him quietly, waving their tails at him, but not making a sound, as if protecting Tzuyu's sleep. Carefully, Seungdae walked into her room, quietly changing to get into bed with her, trying his best to lie down at her side.

One last glance at his phone. Just three hours before his alarm rang. Feeling her presence at his right, he fell asleep in an instant.

Seungdae grunted when he woke up, confused and feeling a familiar slippery warmth on his glans. It took him a good moment to look down, finding a pair of feet going back and forth in the air, then a gorgeous pair of eyes smiling at him.

"Good morning," Tzuyu giggled playfully, quickly taking his dick back into her mouth, forcing a moan out of him.

"Morning," he replied, running his hands on his face. He could barely speak, but she saw his question right through.

She kissed his tip and used her own spit to stroke him. "You didn't move when my alarm rang, and you somehow turned yours off without opening your eyes," Tzuyu chuckled, rubbing his shaft across her face. She saw him trying his best to understand. "What would Jieun unnie think if you log in late to work under my watch?" She grinned, taking him back into her mouth.

"That… That makes sense… Damn!" He let out, mind clouded by his sleep and how good she made him feel.

"I was expecting it to taste like pussy," she smiled, cupping his glans with her hand, rubbing it in circles.

"We finished with a titjob," he scoffed, already lost in her face.

"From Ryujin?" Tzuyu asked, confused.

"Nah!" He giggled, enchanted by her cute reaction. "She wouldn't, even if he could. Karina," he explained.

"Huh?" Despite her surprise, she continued with the handjob.

He sighed, knowing he had no filters with Tzuyu. "Ryujin knows about Jin," he admitted, feeling her fingers tighten around his cock. "She mentioned Karina somewhere before or after that… It's all fuzzy in my head," he shook his head, trying to get some clarity on the events.

She scoffed. "It took me months to know that, and you told her in one night?" She pretended to be offended, but her tone let her playfulness poke through while she stroked his dick.

"I'd say a bottle of wine and some blackmailing… I'm trying to remember how it happened."

"Why don't you write it?" She suggested, quickly smiling at his confused expression. "You know how I write stuff when I don't really know how to say it?" Her dimple formed in her cheek as her eyes lit up. "Writing can also help your memory," she nodded, taking him back into her mouth.

"I could try that, I just don't know where to beg—"

Following Jieun's teachings, Tzuyu took all words out of him by engulfing his whole manhood, gagging only when his cock made it past her throat. She kept her lips at his base, causing him to hold the back of her head as a reflex.

"Holy fuck… Good learner," he grunted, staring into her smiley eyes while she proudly wiggled her meaty ass.

Next Chronicle 🦥 (TBD) →

The studio lights were hot and bright, casting sharp shadows across the minimalist set. Gentle Monster’s new campaign was sleek — black and gold tones, clean lines, and Karina at the center of it all. She looked incredible in the latest frame: a sleek black top that hugged her figure, paired with statement sunglasses and that effortless confidence she carried so naturally. I adjusted the camera angle for the third time, trying to stay professional even though my eyes kept drifting to the way the fabric clung to her breasts and the subtle curve of her waist.

“Perfect,” I called out, voice steady. “Hold that pose for me, Karina.”

She tilted her head slightly, lips parted in that signature sultry look the brand loved. But when her eyes met mine through the lens, there was something softer there — a secret smile only I could see. We had been together for almost eight months now, completely hidden from the public. I was the photographer for several of her campaigns, which made the secret easier to keep. No one questioned why we spent so much time alone together.

The director called for a short break. The crew moved to adjust lights and props, chatting among themselves. Karina stepped off the mark and walked straight toward me, hips swaying just a little more than necessary.

“Need to check something in the back room,” she said casually to the assistant, loud enough for everyone to hear. Then, quieter, just for me: “Come with me. Now.”

I followed her down the short hallway to the small private dressing room reserved for talent. The moment the door clicked shut behind us, she pushed me against it and kissed me hard, hands already sliding under my shirt.

“I’ve been wet since the first set,” she whispered against my lips, biting the lower one gently. “Watching you behind the camera, all focused and hot… it’s driving me crazy.”

My hands found her waist, pulling her closer. “You’re dangerous in that outfit. I’ve been trying not to get hard the whole shoot.”

She laughed softly, the sound low and husky, and dropped to her knees right there on the carpet. Her fingers worked my belt open quickly, pulling my cock out. It was already hard, throbbing in her hand.

“Look at you,” she purred, stroking me slowly. “So hard for your secret girlfriend during work hours.”

The handjob started teasing — long, firm strokes, her thumb circling the head and spreading the precum that leaked out. She looked up at me with those sharp, pretty eyes, lips parted.

“Want me to suck it?” she asked, voice sweet but filthy. “Want your idol girlfriend to suck your cock while everyone waits outside?”

I nodded, breathing already ragged. She leaned in and took me into her warm mouth, sucking gently at first before taking more. The blowjob was wet and eager, her tongue swirling around the head before she bobbed deeper. Spit dripped down my shaft as she worked me, one hand stroking the base while the other cupped my balls.

“Fuck, Karina… your mouth feels incredible,” I groaned, hand gently in her hair.

She hummed around me, the vibration shooting straight through my cock. She took me deeper, gagging softly but pushing through until her nose brushed my stomach. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, but she kept going, sucking harder, cheeks hollowing.

I was getting close fast. “Baby, I’m gonna—”

She pulled off just long enough to whisper, “Cum in my mouth. I want to taste you before we go back out there.”

She dove back down, sucking with purpose until I came hard down her throat. Karina swallowed every drop, licking me clean with a satisfied hum before standing up and kissing me deeply, letting me taste myself on her tongue.

“Your turn,” I said, turning her around and bending her over the makeup counter. I pushed her skirt up, revealing she wasn’t wearing panties. Her pussy was glistening, already soaked. I dropped to my knees and buried my face between her legs from behind, licking her hungrily.

Karina moaned, pushing back against my mouth. “Yes— eat my pussy, baby. Make me cum before they call us back.”

I sucked on her clit while two fingers pumped inside her, curling to hit that perfect spot. She came fast, thighs trembling, a small squirt coating my tongue as she bit her lip to stay quiet.

I stood up and slid into her in one smooth thrust, groaning at how tight and wet she was. Doggy against the counter was deep and intense. I gripped her hips and fucked her hard, the sound of skin slapping mixing with her muffled moans.

“Harder,” she gasped, looking back at me. “Fuck your secret girlfriend like you mean it.”

I reached around and rubbed her clit while pounding into her. She came again, pussy clenching tight as she squirted down her thighs. I kept thrusting, chasing my own release, then buried myself deep and filled her with a thick creampie. Cum leaked out around my cock as I kept moving slowly, drawing out every wave.

We weren’t done. She turned around and dropped to her knees again, cleaning me with her mouth before pressing her breasts together for a quick, messy titfuck. Her soft tits enveloped my cock perfectly, still slick from her spit and my cum. She moved them up and down, licking the head every time it appeared.

“Cum on my tits,” she whispered, eyes locked on mine. “Mark your girl before we go back to work.”

I did, thick ropes painting her chest and neck. She rubbed it in with her fingers, smiling up at me like she had won something.

We cleaned up as best we could — quick wipes, fixing clothes, touching up her makeup. Before we left the room, she pulled me in for one last soft kiss.

“I love you,” she whispered. “Even when we have to pretend in front of everyone.”

“I love you more,” I replied, kissing her forehead. “Let’s finish this shoot so I can take you home and do this properly.”

She grinned, that bright, genuine smile that always made my chest feel full. “Deal. But next break… I want you to fuck me against the wall again.”

We stepped out separately, professional masks back in place. But every time our eyes met across the set for the rest of the day, the secret heat between us burned brighter.

The campaign turned out incredible. And later that night, back at my place, we recreated every moment from the dressing room — slower this time, with more kisses, more “I love you”s whispered between moans.

Being Karina’s secret boyfriend meant stolen moments like this. Risky, passionate, and completely worth it.

The End.

Karina turned, a small smirk playing on her lips. Her dark hair cascaded over one shoulder. “Thanks. But I’m tired of being amazing for everyone else right now.” She stepped closer, fingers tracing the collar of your shirt. “I want to be selfish tonight. With you.”

Your pulse jumped. This thing between you had been building for months—stolen glances during van rides, late-night texts, the occasional brush of hands that lingered too long. Tonight felt different. Like she’d finally decided to stop holding back.

She pulled you into a kiss that started soft but quickly turned hungry. Her body pressed against yours, soft curves molding perfectly. You cupped her face, deepening the kiss until she sighed into your mouth. When you broke apart, her eyes were already hazy with want.

“Bedroom,” she whispered.

Clothes came off in a trail across the suite. By the time you reached the king-sized bed, she was in nothing but black lace panties, and you were down to your boxers. Karina pushed you onto your back and climbed on top, straddling your thighs. Her hands slid down your chest as she leaned in for another kiss.

She worked her way lower, kissing and nipping at your skin until she reached the waistband of your boxers. She tugged them down, freeing your cock—already hard and throbbing for her. Karina wrapped her elegant fingers around the base and gave a slow, teasing stroke.

“Been thinking about this,” she murmured, looking up at you through her lashes. She leaned down and took you into her mouth, warm and wet and perfect. Her head bobbed slowly at first, tongue swirling around the head, then faster. The sight of Karina—global it girl—sucking you off like this was almost too much. You groaned, hand gently threading through her hair.

She pulled off for a second, stroking you firmly with her hand while catching her breath. “You’re so big… love how you feel.” Then she was back on it, taking you deeper, jerking the base in time with her mouth until your hips were bucking up involuntarily.

You had to stop her before you finished too soon. “Karina—wait. Want to feel you.”

She smiled, wiping her lips. You flipped her onto her back and kissed down her body, paying special attention to her breasts. They were full and soft, nipples already hard. You sucked one into your mouth while kneading the other, drawing pretty moans from her. Then you positioned your cock between them.

“Fuck my tits,” she said breathlessly, pressing them together around you.

The feeling was incredible—soft, warm flesh enveloping you as you started thrusting. Karina looked up at you, tongue occasionally darting out to lick the tip when it got close to her mouth. You groaned at the sight, hips moving faster, the slick slide driving you crazy. She squeezed tighter, watching your face with dark, satisfied eyes.

“Gonna come if you keep that up,” you warned.

“Do it. On my chest.”

You did, spilling across her tits with a deep groan. She looked stunning covered in you—flushed and breathing hard. You grabbed a warm towel from the bathroom and cleaned her gently, but she pulled you back down before you could finish.

“I need you inside me,” she whispered.

You slid her panties off and spread her legs. She was soaked. You rubbed your cock against her folds before pushing in slowly, savoring every inch. Karina’s back arched, a soft gasp escaping as you bottomed out.

“Move… please.”

You started thrusting, deep and steady. Her legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. The position let you kiss her while you fucked her—messy, open-mouthed kisses that matched the rhythm of your hips. You could feel her tightening around you already.

Switching things up, you pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach. She got on all fours, ass up, looking back at you over her shoulder with that signature Karina confidence mixed with need. You gripped her hips and slid back in, the new angle making her moan louder.

“Harder,” she demanded.

You gave it to her, pounding deep. The sound of skin slapping filled the room. You reached around to rub her clit, and she came hard, clenching around your cock with a cry of your name. You kept going, chasing your own release, then flipped her back over so you could see her face when you finally came inside her, filling her up as she trembled through the aftershocks.

You collapsed beside her, both of you sweaty and spent. Karina curled into your side immediately, head on your chest, one leg thrown over yours.

“Special privilege, huh?” you teased, running fingers through her hair.

She laughed softly, the sound tired but happy. “Only for you. Don’t let it go to your head, manager-nim.”

“Too late.” You kissed the top of her head. “But I’ve got you. Always.”

She hummed contentedly, tracing patterns on your stomach. The city lights twinkled outside while the two of you stayed tangled together, the weight of schedules and cameras forgotten for a few precious hours.

Entering the building, you instantly notice the atmosphere change. You proceed as you normally would, the receptionist greeting you before guiding you to your destination, it seems her nametag displays the name "Minjeong". As you enter the room, the receptionist let's you know that you can take one of the candies on her counter when you leave, as she returns to her place. How nice of her!

The kind receptionist shuts the door for you. You notice a dark haired woman standing next to a chair on the opposite side of the room, she appears to be fixing her hair in one of the mirrors on the wall. She doesn't seem to notice you. You approach her and greet her.

"Hello?"

startled by your voice, she quickly turns. "Oh! You're here for the class? You're early." Until now, you didn't notice that you are actually about 10 minutes early. I guess you didn't check the time.

"Sorry, I guess I didn't check the time."

"No, no. It's fine!" she says, "We can start early, just give me a minute. You can sit if you'd like" she offers with a kind smile on her face as she does something in the corner. You can't quite see what she's doing since her back is turned towards you.

You sat on the chair just as she suggested you do. You let her do what she's doing in peace, so you don't talk to her until she's ready. Your eyes wander around the room, eventually focusing on your yoga teacher. You admire her healthy looking hair, her pale skin…You begin to look at her clothing, wearing a fitted tank top, mildly baggy sweatpants, though not baggy enough to hide the curves of her hips and shape of her round ass.

You aren't looking at her with lust, just learning her features. Right? Your eyes seemed to have stopped caring about the room once you saw her ass. She turns around and smiles at you, raising one finger to tell you that she will only be one more minute! You quickly look at her face, hoping she didn't notice you staring at her ass.

She didn't notice anything when looking back at you. However, you did notice something. You noticed her large breasts held by her tank top. You couldn't help it, your thoughts were beginning to go exactly where they shouldn't. You began to think about what her body looks like underneath her clothes, how soft her skin would be, you even wondered what her pussy looks like for a few brief seconds. How dirty of you.

Your thoughts turned you on so much you could practically feel the blood rushing downward, you feel your cock getting harder, bigger, thicker. It's such a bad time to be turned on. You remain sitting in the chair (almost) successfully hiding the bulge in your pants.

"Okay. Can you move the chair now?" Karina says, with her back still turned toward you.

"Fuck." you thought. Just as you stand up, Karina turns around and drops a pen and her phone.

She gasps from seeing her phone separate from its case, she instantly bends over to pick up the items she dropped.

You can now see directly down her top, getting an almost complete view of her large, soft, breasts. Moving slightly as she moves her arms to gather the items she dropped.

Now standing up, you feel your cock firmly pressing against your pants. You can't possibly hide it now, especially considering your size. You hear Karina talking, but you don't seem to be listening. You just continue staring at her big tits, with endless sexual thoughts racing through your mind.

Smiling, Karina quickly stands up to finally get started with the class. She was excited to teach someone new.

"I'm sorry, I'm clumsy!" she says with a laugh, while looking at your face.

Just as you try to gain composure and act natural, she looks down at the chair beside you, but something else caught her attention.

"I really think I-I-" her jaw drops for a few seconds as she stares at the large bulge in your pants before realizing what she was doing, looking up to speak to you. "U-um-heh. Um. I'm sorry, I didn't-"

You turn your back to her, apologizing out of embarrassment. Though her directly looking at it turned you on even more.

"No, I'm sorry. Give me a minute, it's just-"

She interrupts you, saying "It's fine! It's totally fine!" trying to silence her awkward giggle. Now her thoughts were racing.

Awkward silence fills the room for what feels like forever. Karina looking at the floor, trying not to make you feel embarrassed. You don't notice, but she occasionally glances at you in the mirror, trying to get another look at your big cock print.

You hear her walking towards you, you feel a hand on your back and another hand on the side of your arm. She breaks the silence with her pretty voice and says,

"Can…….Can I see it..again?"

You feel so shocked to hear these words come from her mouth, you instantly turn around to look at her. Accidentally giving her exactly what she asked for. "What?!" you exclaim.

The second you face her, she looks directly at the bulge in your pants and covers her mouth in awe. Her eyes focusing on your cock made it twitch, bringing a very sexy looking smile to her face as she bites her lip.

She gets very close, putting one hand on your chest and the fingers of her other hand on the band of your sweatpants. Her face inches away from your own, her tits touching your chest as she leans in. She whispers,

"I want to see more. I….want..I want to touch it…"

You are completely lost and overwhelmed by the situation, you didn't believe it was actually happening. Karina was shy, but she was also very, very horny in this moment. She looked into your eyes, biting her lip even harder as she started gently tugging your pants downward.

You nod to give her permission. She smiles and puts both of her hands on your pants, pulling them down along with your underwear.

Your cock finally released, springing upwards. You feel your heart beating hard, just like your cock that Karina is staring at. She stares with a look of yearning on her face.

She slowly and gently grips the center of your cock with her small, soft, hand. The sight and feel of your cock turned her on so much, she couldn't stop there. She needed to stroke it, suck it, feel it deep inside her.

"Oh my god…it's so….big.." she said slowly, feeling how hard you are, she playfully asks "What got you so excited? Huh?" still holding your cock.

You smile and chuckle, not knowing what to say. She seems to have an idea, but she still wanted to tease you.

She begins stroking your cock, slowly pulling your foreskin back and forward, back and forward. The expression displayed on her gorgeous face clearly shows how aroused she is. It feels so good, you start to breath heavier. She likes the sound of that.

She lets go of your cock and with a devious look on her face, asks "Do you want to sit in the chair now?" hoping you understood what she was hinting at. You understood, but were in disbelief. You sat down in the chair, bringing her much joy.

She gets on her knees in front of you, putting her hands on each of your thighs. You don't believe what's happening, but that's okay. She doesn't mind.

You see Karina staring at your big, hard cock sticking straight up towards the ceiling. Now only inches away from her small, delicate face.

She grabs your cock, pressing it against her face and feeling how hard she made you. You both love the fact that your cock looks huge on her face, making both of you even hornier.

You feel her breath on your cock as she exhales with a soft moan, "Ahhh~"

She holds your cock still as she gives the tip a deep kiss, wetting her lips with your precum before she begins to open her mouth wide to take your sensitive tip in her mouth. You feel her wet, glossy lips sliding down your cock as it glides across her tongue.

You moan as she sucks and licks your cock, feeling her fingers start caressing and massaging your balls. She takes your cock deeper and deeper into her warm, wet mouth, sucking harder and harder. Feeling her saliva mixing with your precum, running down your cock from her lips. She tries to take it deep into her throat, but she can only handle the head entering her throat before she needs to stop.

She lifts her head up, looking at you while breathing heavily. Her lips and chin wet with your fluids. You feel frustrated, since you were right at the edge before she stopped all stimulation. But that's only because you didn't know what else she was planning in that pretty little head of hers.

Still on her knees, she smiles and slides her hands up your shirt, feeling your chest and stomach, brushing your nipples with her soft fingers. "How did my mouth feel?"

"Amazing…I can't believe this. We shouldn't-" you respond as she denies your logic.

"Shhh~ Babyy~" she says, "We have plenty of time, relax~" as she briefly stands up to give you a kiss before returning to her knees.

"I know what you want…" she teases as she removes her top, exposing her black bra. "Right?"

You respond with a "Yes…." and hear a cute yet sexy chuckle. She removes her bra, fully displaying her big, gorgeous tits you were peeping at earlier. Her nipples hard with excitement, as she caresses and softly squeezes her tits for you. Biting her lip at the pleasure and the sight of you.

She moans softly as she pinches her nipples, "And what about this?~"

She moves closer to you again, this time positioning your cock between her tits, pushing them together. She loves the feeling of her large tits surrounding your big cock, sliding up and down, making her swear.

"Fuck….is this what you wanted?" she asks, as if she wasn't the one to take your pants off.

"God…you're so pretty. It feels so good" you couldn't get any harder, the contrast of your hard cock and her soft tits turned you on even more.

Again, as you begin to feel like you'll cum any second, she stops touching you and stands up. Your cock begging for more as she ignores it, moving her body closer to your face. She puts her arms around your head, putting her beautiful tits in your face.

You begin to feel her breasts with your hands, squeezing, kneading, rubbing. She breathes in and out softly, yet heavily. She feels you begin to lick and suck on her sensitive nipples, bringing an involuntary moan out of her.

She continues to make lovely sounds as you play with her perfect tits, before putting her hand on your head and saying the following words

"St-stop….okay.."

You stop, thinking she has had enough and your luck ran out. She takes a moment before speaking again, as if her shyness returned.

"I need….I need more.."

She removes her pants completely, revealing her black panties.

"Please…….stand up.."

She couldn't take it anymore, she needed you to fuck her. She needed to feel your cock inside her pussy. She's been thinking about it since she first saw you.

You stand up as she removes her panties, you can't help but stare when you finally see her shaved pussy. It was a beautiful sight, even more beautiful than you imagined. You take a look at her panties that now lie on the floor, noticing the inside completely soaked with her fluids.

"Come on…" shyly encouraging you as she gets on the chair, her knees on the seat and her arms resting on the back. Bending over, giving you a complete view of her ass and pussy. She was so turned on, even her inner thighs were wet. It was a heavenly sight. The chair was positioned in a way that you can both see each other's faces in the mirrors on the wall.

You rest your cock on her ass and lower back, caressing her upper back with your hands, moving down to her waist as she watches in the mirror. Moving her hips back, pressing her ass onto you, she says "Please.."

Now that she was the desperately horny one, you decide to tease her. "Please what? What do you want?"

"I want it…"

"You want what? I want you to say it"

She looks at you from behind her shoulder, saying exactly what was on her mind "I want you to fuck me with your big, sexy cock. I need to feel your cock deep in my pussy. Please, please, fuck.."

You feel a wave of extreme desire flow through your body, hearing her speak those words. You have no choice but to give her exactly what she wants, after all, it's exactly what you want too.

As you prepare to penetrate her, you see her fingers already rubbing her clit, making her breath shaky. She couldn't resist, and now you can't resist either.

You slowly penetrate her warm, tight, wet pussy, it feels heavenly. Karina moans loudly as your cock travels deeper inside her, stretching her pussy. Her tits moving as you speed up, hitting her hips with your own, her ass jiggling subtly.

"It feels…fuck…so good.." she says between her moans and whimpers, rubbing her clit faster, causing her to arch her back.

"Harder….please!"

You give in and fuck her tight pussy even harder. You feel it squeezing your cock, she's in complete ecstasy. She physically cannot stop making noises.

"I'm so close…fuck. I'm-I'm gonna-ah!" she says loudly, before her legs begin to shake. Hearing those words brought you close once again. However, you were in control this time. You start fucking her faster, preparing to cum, just as you hear Karina loudly exclaim..

"I'M CUMMING"

She breathes heavily, moaning and shaking. You her pussy tightening and contracting around your cock, with her juices flowing out of her. You feel your orgasm approaching, it feels unbelievable.

As Karina watches in the mirror, you almost fail pull out of her perfect pussy as you cum, shooting large, thick ropes of cum on her ass and lower back. She softly moans, as she feels your hot cum covering her.

You both take a moment of silence to catch your breath, before you speak.

"That was…..insane."

Her shyness returns, she answers in a nod, hiding her face "Mmhmm.."

You grab towels to clean her up, and gather your clothes. Wondering about the actual yoga class, you ask her "Can I….still come again for yoga?"

Getting dressed, she answers with a giggle "Yes, next week."

"This was the weirdest class I've ever done, but…."

"…Yeah?" you ask, curious about what she was going to say.

"Um…nothing. It's time for you to leave, class is over!"

She awkwardly chases you back into the lobby, shutting the door. The receptionist glances at you as you walk by, her face very red. She asks,

"Is…uh….everything okay?", with a weird expression on her face.

A little embarrassed, you respond "Yeah, it went great!"

You don't stop walking to save yourself from the awkward and confusing situation that remained in the building. You proceed to travel home, realizing that you did not take the free candy offered by the kind, blonde receptionist.

The sealed envelope from the FBIA Decisions Bureau arrived at 7:08 AM. Director Park’s authoritative script specified: 'Yu Ji-min (Karina, aespa) – Level 3 Comprehensive Pre-Comeback Endurance Evaluation. Special emphasis on upper body flexibility, skin sensitivity, and enhanced breast tissue assessment due to upcoming intense choreography and visual concepts. Senior Inspector Park Gunwoo assigned. Agent Kang and Agent Lee to assist with positioning and full documentation.,"

Senior Inspector Park Gunwoo reviewed the file in the quiet preparation room of the FBIA’s hidden wing. At twenty-nine, Karina was known for her commanding stage presence and striking visuals, making this evaluation particularly critical. The luxury clinic’s discreet lower level maintained its pristine, warm environment—soft lighting, temperature-controlled air, and complete soundproofing.

Agent Kang entered with his usual disciplined stride. “All preparations confirmed, Inspector. Additional warming oils for sensitive areas prepared, along with specialized lubrication for the enhanced breast protocol noted in the Bureau order.”

Agent Lee followed, tablet ready. “Miss Karina has arrived. She’s been briefed on the full protocol, including the special upper body methods authorized for her case. She appears composed but anticipates the thoroughness.”

Park Gunwoo nodded. “Proceed with standard flow while incorporating the Bureau’s specified enhancements. Reconfirm consent at every transition. Bring her in.”

Karina stepped into the examination suite with elegant poise. The aespa leader’s long dark hair framed her sharp, beautiful features, and she clutched the white robe with graceful fingers. Her presence filled the room with quiet intensity.

“Inspector Park Gunwoo, Agent Kang, Agent Lee,” she greeted softly, bowing. “I’m ready for the endurance check. The comeback preparations have been demanding on my body.”

Park Gunwoo offered a steady, reassuring smile. “We’re here to verify your readiness, Karina. The Bureau has authorized a complete Level 3 protocol with additional focus on upper body and breast tissue resilience. We will use fingers and tongue for full sensory mapping across every area, including specialized armpit and breast methods. Consent remains yours to control. Do you agree to the full protocol?”

Karina met his gaze directly. “I consent to everything required.”

“Very well. Remove the robe and lie face up on the table.”

She let the robe pool at her feet, revealing her captivating figure: tall and toned with prominent, full breasts that were firm yet plush, sensitive dark pink nipples, a slim waist, shapely hips, long powerful legs, a smooth shaved mound, and elegant feet. Her skin was flawless under the warm lights.

Park Gunwoo began the visual assessment, circling slowly as Agent Lee documented. “Excellent overall tone. Prominent breast volume noted for special protocol. Minor tension in shoulders and underarms from recent choreography.”

He started palpation at her neck and shoulders, fingers pressing deeply to release knots. Agent Kang supported her upper back. Transitioning to sensory mapping, Park Gunwoo’s tongue traced slow paths along her collarbones. Then came the new specialized armpit focus: he lifted one arm gently, leaning in to drag his tongue in long, thorough licks across the sensitive, freshly prepared skin of her armpit. The intimate, slightly musky taste combined with her subtle shiver as he licked both sides methodically, mapping every fold and sensitive nerve ending. Karina gasped sharply, the unusual sensation sending visible tremors through her.

“Armpit sensitivity within healthy range,” he noted calmly before moving lower.

Park Gunwoo cupped her full, heavy breasts, kneading them with firm, evaluative pressure to assess tissue health and elasticity. His thumbs circled the nipples until they stood erect. He licked broad, wet stripes under each breast, then focused on the peaks with swirling tongue and light suction. Karina’s breathing quickened into soft moans.

After thorough torso and back checks—during which Agent Kang assisted with turns and Agent Lee applied warming oil—Park Gunwoo announced the lower body phase. “Consent check.”

“I consent,” Karina replied, voice already breathy.

He parted her long legs. Agent Kang held one thigh firmly open. Park Gunwoo’s fingers spread her folds, stroking every ridge and dip while his tongue delivered long, dedicated licks from entrance to clit and back. To assess self-stimulation, he instructed her to touch herself. Karina’s fingers joined, rubbing her clit in sync with his oral mapping. The stimulation built intensely until she cried out, body arching as she squirted powerfully over his tongue and fingers in strong, clear gushes. He guided her through the peak with continued gentle licks.

After a brief recovery, the session returned to the upper body for Karina’s special authorized method.

“Special breast endurance protocol now,” Park Gunwoo stated professionally. “This is Bureau-approved exclusively for your case to evaluate tissue resilience under dynamic pressure, relevant to certain performance concepts. Full consent confirmed?”

“Yes… I consent,” Karina whispered, eyes hazy with lingering pleasure.

With Agent Kang supporting her back to create the optimal angle and Agent Lee providing lubrication, Park Gunwoo applied a generous amount of specialized oil to her breasts, making them glisten. He positioned himself accordingly and slid his hardened length between her plush, oiled breasts. The sensation was enveloping and warm as he began slow, controlled thrusts—titfucking her with measured rhythm while his hands pressed her breasts firmly together around him. Karina looked up at him, lips parted, as the intimate act served as the inspection’s dynamic test.

Park Gunwoo’s movements remained clinical in purpose but deeply sensual in execution, his shaft gliding smoothly between the soft, full globes. Karina’s own hands occasionally assisted, squeezing her breasts tighter as instructed for better data collection. The room filled with the slick sounds and her rising whimpers.

After several minutes of thorough assessment, Park Gunwoo reached his peak. “Release phase for final tissue response check.” He pulled back slightly and released in thick, warm ropes across her breasts and nipples, coating the soft skin. Karina breathed heavily as the cum glistened on her chest. Park Gunwoo then used his fingers and tongue to spread and map the combined fluids across every inch of her breasts, licking and massaging the mixture into her skin while checking for any adverse reactions—none found.

The posterior lower body followed: thorough ass kneading, deep cleft licking including her tight hole, thighs, behind the knees, and finally her feet—each toe sucked individually with tongue sliding between them, soles licked firmly.

The full session lasted nearly three hours. Karina lay flushed and glistening, every body part—including the newly incorporated armpits and the special breast protocol—completely inspected.

Park Gunwoo helped her sit up and draped a fresh robe over her shoulders, gently wiping residual fluids. “Exceptional results, Karina. The armpit sensitivity and breast tissue response under dynamic pressure are outstanding. The squirting and external release confirm strong endurance. You’re cleared with high recommendations.”

Karina looked at him with soft, satisfied eyes. “Thank you, Inspector Park Gunwoo… and the team. It was more intense than I expected, especially the special methods, but I feel thoroughly… cared for. Ready for the comeback.”

Agent Kang nodded approvingly. “Protocol complete.”

Agent Lee finalized the report. “All data transmitted. Rest well, Miss Karina.”

As she prepared to leave, Park Gunwoo walked her to the door. “The FBIA is here for your peak performance. Reach out if needed.”

Karina offered a small, genuine smile. “I will. This process… helps more than I thought.”

The door closed. Park Gunwoo cleaned up, reflecting on the specialized adaptations required for different idols.

Agent Lee commented, “Her response to the breast protocol was particularly strong. Tomorrow’s order incoming.”

Park Gunwoo checked the tablet. “As always.”

End of Chapter 4.