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They stick their bodies to yours on each side, cleavage resting right over your forearms. “We do have about 10 minutes before the session begins, but since you're so cute…we can start early.” Asa’s fingers trace across your right chest before hovering above your shirt’s buttons. She undoes it slowly, deliberately, her sly, sultry eyes never leaving yours.

With each button, her long bubblegum-pink hair swings forward, brushing against your bare skin — cool silk against warming flesh. The strawberry scent from her hair blends with the peony in the room, wrapping around your lungs in a warm embrace.

“Look at you,” Asa’s lips brush against your ear, whispering. “So eager. We're going to take our time with you.”

On your left, Gaeul slides her slender fingers down, palming her petite hand over your growing erection. “Mmmm, impatient, are we?” Her hand expertly works on your buckle, loosening it in a single try, before tugging down your pants. She kneels down, sliding your pants and underwear down in one slow motion before guiding them off your legs, discarding them into the corner.

Hands rubbing against your thighs, working her way up to your already bare chest. “You're gonna be such a good boy for us,” Gaeul flicks your nipples lightly with her fingers, moaning into your ears. “Aren't you?”

They work in perfect sync — hands unbuttoning the remaining of your shirt, tongues licking the lobes of your ears, the nape of your neck. Their bubblegum-pink hair is everywhere, long strands from Asa draping your chest, shorter layers from Gaeul brushing your jaw as she kisses the corner of your mouth — not quite a full kiss, but just enough to make you chase it.

By the time your shirt is peeled away, you’re aching, skin flushed, every nerve singing from nothing more than the endless whispers of pink, and their slow, worshipful touches.

Asa steps back first, eyes dropping shamelessly to your throbbing cock. Licking her lips in languid, predatorial curves, she smirks and lets her gaze linger on your throbbing cock, as if deciding exactly how she wants to ruin you first.

Gaeul takes your hand, lacing her fingers with yours, her shorter pink strands falling forward to brush your knuckles.

“Let’s begin,” she whispers, voice soft as silk that slides over bare skin. “No rushing. We decide when you get more.”

They lead you deeper into the suite, twin waterfalls of soft bubblegum-pink hair swaying and flowing in a perfect, hypnotic rhythm — a matched, merciless fantasy you’re already too far gone to resist.

The custom milking table waits in the center of the room — low, padded in a deep pink leather, the oval cut-out gleaming under the rosy light. “Lie down for me,” Asa commands softly. “Face-down. Let’s get you comfortable.”

You obey, settling face down into the warm leather. Your erect cock easily slides through the cut-out into the open space beneath, and your face rests in the cushioned cradle. Immediately, a thin, high-resolution screen recessed into the table’s underside flickers to life directly below your eyes, giving you a crystal-clear close-up back view of your already-throbbing length hanging there, waiting.

Asa pops up into the screen as she squats in front of the camera, her pink hair cascading down, strands brushing against her smooth, shiny knees. She looks straight into the camera — straight at you — smiling slowly and wickedly. “Like the view?” she asks. “I want you to watch every single filthy thing I do to this cock.”

“Y-yes, Miss...”

“Call me Asa~” Asa stands up, away from the camera, out of your sight. You hear her push a cart over to your side, bottles shifting about.

Then, she pops a bottle open, and then you feel a cool, slimy, oily liquid streaming all over your naked back. Bottle placed back onto the cart, you feel Asa climb onto the milking table, straddling your lower back.

You feel her place her palms over your shoulderblades, before pressing her entire body weight down.

“Oh gosh, you feel so tense,” Asa hums as she works her hands on your back, massaging and loosening every single tight knot that you have. “How long has it been since you got a break?”

“Three wee —” She presses against a particularly tight spot, earning a pleasurable moan from you. Her long bubblegum-pink hair trails forward with every press, brushing your sides and neck, strawberry scent mixing with the rosy oil.

As her fingers continue to dance across your back, the friction heats up your entire body, sweat oozing out from your pores. You don't know what it is, but the rosy smell of the massage oil was making you light headed, and despite nothing done to your sex, it's throbbing harder than ever — as if the oil was some kind of aphrodisiac drug. You look through the screen, and your cock just hangs there, but it seems harder than before, and a drop of shiny, transparent liquid forms at the tip of your slit.

“Mmmm…, that should do it.” Asa stops her massage, hopping off your back. “I think you need some tension relief in other areas~”

Moments later, she kneels and pops up on the screen, her face already flushing a rosy pink. Moving her tight body under the table, she inches her head close to your leaking cock and giggles.

“Look at that, already leaking for me. And we haven’t even started.”

Staring deep into the camera, Asa licks her lips and sticks out her tongue. She stretches her neck upwards, tongue moving closer and closer to your cockhead. Right as you feel the brush of warm air exhaling from her mouth, your cock twitches and the drop of pre-cum drips right onto her tongue.

“Mmm, you taste like you’ve been saving it all for me.” Asa slurps up that single drop of nectar greedily, her mouth curving at the sides in satisfaction.

“Look at these balls…” She pushes her nose in and nuzzles them deeply, breathing your musk right into her lungs. “So fucking heavy. Three whole weeks of cum, all for us~”

Sticking her tongue out once again, she spreads her tongue flat on the base of your cock, before dragging it up across the underside, right to your tip.

“Oh, f-fuck —”

“Shush now, baby boy,” Asa kisses your leaking tip. “Let Asa take care of all your troubles~” Lips pressing against your hanging cock, she pushes slightly, taking you in — just the tip.

Shivers creep up your spine as her mouth closes gently around your head, tongue twirling in slow, teasing circles around the ridge. She sucks lightly, cheeks hollowing, a voluminous amount of saliva flooding and swirling around your cockhead in a surging whirlpool.

“Mmm,” she hums around you, the vibration making you twitch. “You taste like you’ve been waiting for this for a long time~”

“I — uh — fuck —” you answer with nothing but groans.

Grabbing your cock, Asa wraps one hand firmly around its base, fingers curling tight for perfect control, thumb resting along the underside, pressing firmly into your groin, elbow angled out in a relaxed manner. She keeps it there for minutes, soft, lazy suction on just the tip, popping off occasionally to let a thin string of spit connect her lips to your glistening head before diving back down.

“Look at how wet you're making me already,” pulling off your cock with a wet pop. She spreads open her legs, displaying her soaked pink panties to the camera. “All that sweet, salty, delicious pre-cum just for my mouth.”

Then she changes.

She pulls back until only the tip of her tongue lingers on your slit. Slowly, she twists and turns her neck, tongue wandering around your shaft, tracing every single vein.

You watch — and feel — her flat tongue drag along the thick underside vein from base to tip, then back down. She follows the smaller branching veins with the pointed tip of her tongue, outlining each one like she’s mapping them.

“Every vein is so hard for me,” she whispers, voice muffled as her lips brush your skin. “I can feel them pulsing on my tongue.”

She spends forever on this — licking, tracing, worshipping every single ridge with her tongue while her long pink hair sways in the frame, occasionally brushing against your shaft and balls. The view is mesmerising, the close-up of her pink tongue gliding over your skin, her glossy spit making everything shine, her hair adding soft pink accents.

“Tell me how it feels,” she demands between licks. “Tell me that you love my tongue all over you, slobbering over each and every single vein.”

“It’s… fucking incredible,” you barely manage with a rough voice.

She laughs softly. “Good boy.”

Only when you’re shaking does she move on.

She looks straight at the camera one last time, giggles, and opens wide.

Then she sinks down slowly, tortuously taking you deeper until her nose presses against your groin.

You feel her throat stretch open, tight and hot. She holds you there, buried completely, throat muscles rippling, massaging, molding, squeezing around your length like a custom cocksleeve. She hums low, the vibration shooting straight through you.

“Feel that?” she mumbles around you, muffled. “My throat’s made for this cock.”

She stays like that for long seconds, eyes watering, throat clenching. Then she pulls back just enough to breathe before sliding down again, repeating the deep hold. Each time, her throat conforms perfectly, squeezing in waves.

She builds a rhythm, starting with slow, full deepthroats with long holds, then quick bobs that make wet, obscene gagging sounds fill the room. In no time, her spit runs freely in thick strands, dripping from her chin onto her long bubblegum-pink hair, making the strands cling wetly to her chest.

Her long pink hair sways with every bob, strands sticking to her spit-slick chin. “You’re leaking so much down my throat,” she gasps during a brief pull-off. “You gonna cum for me soon? Or do you want me to play with you longer?”

Asa edges you relentlessly. Every time your hips jerk or your breathing turns desperate, she slows or stops, letting you throb in the air while she smirks up at the camera.

“Please,” you finally beg, voice hoarse and breaking.

“Please what?” she teases, tongue flicking your tip.

“Please let me cum.”

“Not yet. I want more pre-cum,” She grins. “That oil’s working already, isn’t it? Making you leak like a faucet.”

“Trust me,” she wraps thick handfuls of her spit-soaked pink hair around your shaft and strokes slowly while sucking your balls, then returns to deep throating with renewed cruelty. “You're going to feel so fucking good when you finally cum.”

Finally, when you’re right on the brink and babbling incoherently, she pulls off entirely.

On the screen, she positions herself perfectly beneath your tip, her slutty mouth open wide, tongue extended, long pink hair streaking messily across her face like a lewd halo. She holds her head a few centimeters away.

“Come for me,” she commands, voice thick with lust. “I want to watch every drop fall into my mouth. Make it messy.”

Grabbing your shaft firmly, her hand pumps you fast, wrapped in her wet pink hair for extra silkiness.

You explode.

The first thick rope arcs through the air and lands with a wet splash across her waiting tongue. The second and third follow — heavy strands dropping straight into her open mouth, pooling, overflowing down her chin when she can’t contain it all. Some lands on her lips, her cheeks, splattering into her pink hair, making the strands glisten lewdly.

She never closes her mouth until the last spurt. Only then does she swallow slowly, showing you the emptiness of her tongue on the screen before licking her lips and gathering stray drops from her hair to suck clean.

“Perfect,” she purrs, looking straight into the camera. “One whole week's worth of cum. You taste even better than I imagined.”

Your spent body trembles as she rises.

Gaeul’s soft voice drifts from the side, low.

“My turn.”

The heated marble floor is waiting.

Your body is still shaky from Asa’s throat as they help you off the table. Legs unsteady and trembling, cock raw and sensitive, you let them guide you across the warm marble floor of the bathroom area.

The moist steam from the jacuzzi nearby fogs up the air, mixing with the heavy scent of peonies and strawberries that wraps around your skin, cradling it.

When you reach the center of the bathroom, Gaeul slides to the front, and with her palm pressed on your chest, she commands, “Down.” Her voice is absolute and calm, with no room for negotiation.

Asa supports your wobbly body as you descend, your butt resting onto the warm floor, legs splayed wide. Asa kneels behind your back, allowing your exhausted body to lean onto her petite frame as she slowly undresses to remove her white babydoll dress. Her nipples are stiff and hard, pressing right into your back as you lean back, and her body is already sticky with sweat, glossy with a shimmering sheen.

Your cock twitches half-hard, still glistening from Asa’s spit, already responding to the way Gaeul is looking at you. She's dark, hungry, and in complete control. She stands over you for a long moment, letting you drink her in.

The pink-tinted lace that hugs her body is slick with massage oil (you assume it to be the same aphrodisiac oil Asa used on you earlier), her straight pink hair now wet and clinging to her shoulders, covering her chest on both sides in dark, silky ropes.

Her perky chest stands proud, rosy pink fabric covering her breasts, and her meaty thighs are shining, ready to drain your balls empty.

Gaeul looks like a goddess deciding how to play with her offering. She reaches for the large bottle of warm jasmine massage oil on the nearby cart.

“You’re going to earn your next release,” she says, tilting the bottle high above your chest.

The oil pours in a thick stream, hitting your chest first, then spreading in rivers down your stomach, over your hips, coating your cock and balls completely. She then moves the bottle lower, adding more, until your entire body is shining with oil pooling beneath your ass on the marble. The sweet floral smell blooms a heavy and intoxicating scent, drugging your mind into further delirium.

She doesn't stop, adding even more, slowly, luxuriously, until every spot of your body is slick and fragrant.

“Mmmmm, look at you,” Asa moans behind you, deep into your ears. “So glossy. So shiny. So smooth.” The oil flows past you onto her, where she waves and grinds her slick body on your back.

“Spread your legs wider,” Gaeul commands.

You obey instantly, thighs parting as far as they’ll go.

Gaeul lowers herself onto the low, wide stool placed perfectly between your thighs. She sits back, her posture regal, thighs parted just enough to give you a full, teasing view of how wet she already is — her pussy glistening, swollen, and soaking wet through the pink thong covering her crotch.

Her bubblegum-pink hair falls forward over one shoulder as she stretches both legs out, placing her bare feet lightly on your upper thighs, close enough that you feel the heat of her soles, but not yet touching where you ache the most.

Her voice drops dangerously low.

Closing her legs, she crosses the right over the left, before leaning back against the chair. “Worship my feet first. Show me how desperate you are. Make me believe you deserve them on your cock… or I stop everything right now.”

Desperate, your hands surge upwards, reaching and clambering for her right foot. As you cup it, you bring it to your mouth like it's the only thing that matters.

You're starving. Mouth opened, you take her big toes deep in, sucking hard, cheeks hollowing, tongue lashing and lapping wildly around it.

“Ahhh~”

A moan. You take that as approval and move to the next toe, then the next, before taking in the remaining three at once, forcing them into your mouth until you bubble audibly, spit running down your chin, saliva cascading all over her feet.

Gaeul flexes her foot, pushing deeper, fucking your mouth with her toes. “Good,” voice thickening. “Choke on them. Show me you mean it.”

And you do. You gag willingly, pushing your mouth onto her toes, eyes watering, tongue sticking and licking between the gaps of every single toe with long, sloppy strokes. “That’s it, use your tongue like you mean it.”

You bite the flesh beneath her toes lightly with just enough pressure to make her breath hitch, then soothe them with broad, flat licks. You trace the top of her foot with wide stripes, then suck her heels like you're trying to leave a mark.

“Tell me how they taste.”

“Perfect —” you answer with more slurps and licks. “So fucking perfect —”

“I need more —” You switch to her left foot and go harder. Tongue fucking between her toes, sucking fiercely, making wet, obscene sounds that echo off the marble. Spit drips onto your chest, mixing with the oil. Your cock leaks steadily onto your stomach, untouched, throbbing in time with your pulse.

Asa shifts behind you, moving into a seated position. She extends her two legs out, crossing them over your thighs that are spread wide, locking them in place. She grabs her wet pink hair and swings them in two bunches over each side of your shoulders, now hanging over and covering your nipples. Then, her hands snake around your waist and grab your cock, before her fingers dance across your leaking tip.

“Look at you,” she whispers into your ear. “Already dripping again just from her feet in your mouth. You’re such a desperate little boy for us.” You whine at Asa’s touches, hips jerking for more, but she removes her hands. Your cock flops back to your stomach, neglected once again.

Gaeul watches everything with dark satisfaction, chest rising faster. “More,” she says. “Make me feel it.”

You obey — sucking, licking, worshipping until her feet shine with spit and oil, until her toes are red from your mouth, until she’s breathing noticeably harder and her thighs tense with arousal.

Only then does she pull her feet away an inch.

“Lie back,” she says, before pressing your chest down with her feet.

You collapse, chest heaving, mouth wet, cock painfully hard.

Gaeul pours the remaining oil directly onto her own feet — thick, heavy globs that she rubs in slowly, letting you watch every movement. She spreads her toes wide, letting the oil drip between them, then clenches them, making it squelch. She rubs her soles together, coating every inch until they gleam like wet silk.

Then she places both feet on your chest.

Her toes find your nipples immediately, pinching viciously, twisting until you cry out.

“Too much?” she asks, voice mocking.

“No,” you groan. “More — please —”

She smiles and drags her feet down your oiled torso in one long, possessive glide, leaving burning trails until they hover inches above your cock.

It’s rock-hard, purple, veins bulging, and pre-cum pools on your stomach.

“Beg.”

You break.

“Please,” you rasp, your voice wrecked. “Please fuck me with your feet. I need it so bad — I’m begging you, use me, please—”

“Louder.”

“Please!” you shout. “Fuck me with your perfect feet, Gaeul — I’ll do anything, just please—”

Her smile is pure triumph.

Her soles slam down, one on each side, crushing your cock in a tight, oiled vise. She squeezes hard enough to make you shout, then releases, then squeezes again.

Then she begins the real torment.

Fast, punishing strokes right off the bat, no mercy. Her feet move in perfect unison, toes curled tightly over your head on every upstroke, soles grinding down on the downstroke. Oil squelches obscenely, the sound wet and loud in the steamy room.

“Look at me.” She commands, and your eyes flick open, staring right at her. She strips away layers and layers of her clothes — the pink-tinted lace tugged off her body, and she throws it to the side; pink heart nipple patches cover her perky tits, and she peels them off at the same time, exposing her stiff pink nubs.

She changes tactics constantly — one foot stroking while the other grinds your balls roughly, then both soles rubbing in opposite directions, twisting your shaft until your vision blurs.

“You’re mine right now,” she growls. “This cock belongs to my feet.”

You’re babbling — her name, pleas, curses.

She edges you savagely — four times, five — stopping completely when you’re on the brink, lifting her feet so you thrust into empty air, whimpering. You're convulsing with each edge, but Asa locks you in place, and you can only twitch as she toys with your nipples, fingers rubbing and flicking together with her pink strands of hair.

“Say thank you,” she commands each time.

“Thank you,” you sob. “Thank you for edging me — please don’t stop —”

On the sixth build, she doesn’t stop.

“Cum,” she snarls, feet moving at blinding speed, squeezing tighter. “Cover my feet. Soak them. Mark every inch.”

You explode like you’re breaking apart.

The first rope shoots high and violent, splattering across her toes and ankles. The second is heavier, flooding both arches, dripping between her toes. Pulse after pulse, thick, viscous, heavy strands coat her soles, filling the spaces between her toes until it overflows and runs down her heels in slow rivers. Some shots hit her shins, her calves, marking her pale skin.

She keeps stroking through every spurt, slower now, milking every last drop until you’re shaking, oversensitive.

When you’re drained, she lifts her feet slowly, holding them over your face so you can see the destruction: your cum in thick, glistening layers, stretching in sticky webs between her toes, dripping back onto your stomach.

She flexes her toes purposefully, making the cum shift and spread.

Then she presses one filthy sole against your mouth.

“Clean every drop,” she orders. “Taste yourself on my skin.”

You lick desperately, tongue scooping thick loads from between her toes, sucking them clean with loud slurps, lapping her arches until they shine only with oil and spit.

You switch to the other foot and repeat — worshipping until no trace remains except the shine.

Only when she’s satisfied does Gaeul lean forward, bubblegum-pink hair curtaining your face, and crush her mouth to yours — deep, claiming, tasting everything.

She pulls back just enough to whisper against your lips:

“Two. Another week’s worth.”

Her eyes flick to your raw cock.

“Now… let’s cool you down.”

Asa’s hand closes around you gently.

The jacuzzi is waiting.

The girls hauls you from the warm marble floor, Gaeul hooking your left arm around her shoulders, and Asa supporting your other. Your legs are wobbly, body weak from the second consecutive intense orgasm from Gaeul's slick and powerful feet.

“Look at him,” Asa taunts, her voice trickling down your neck. “Can barely walk after we drained him twice.”

“Our poor baby boy~” Gaeul traces your raw, sensitive nipples that she pinched with her toes earlier.

Turning her head up, Gaeul's moist and warm lips brush against your wet ear, “You took us all so well. Let us take care of you now~”

The jacuzzi stands ahead. Lukewarm water with a slight tinge of pink, a heavy floral and seductive rosy aroma that overwhelms your sense of smell. The both gently lift your legs and dip them into the shallow water, the heat shocking you at first. As you slide weakly into the jacuzzi, the liquid heat envelops and embraces you, soothing every aching muscle. You sink onto the wide submerged bench with a deep sigh, water rippling against your chest, bubbles tickling your skin.

Gaeul settles in behind you, her back against the jacuzzi edge, legs parting to cradle your waist. Her shorter pink hair, now wet and hot with the warm steam, brushes your shoulders and neck as she pulls you back against her. Her breasts press soft and warm into your back, nipples hard and pointy, poking into your skin.

Asa kneels in front, facing you, her long pink strands floating on the water’s surface, some clinging to her breasts, some wrapped around her collarbones.

But before they start washing, Asa pauses, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

She reaches to the side and picks up a glossy pink rubber ducky bobbing near the edge — bright, playful, part of the pink theme.

“Our little friend wants to join,” she says, squeezing it (a cheerful, high-pitched squeak cuts through the jet hum). She places it on your chest where it bobs happily.

Now they begin the real care.

Gaeul cups warm water and pours it over your chest, the heat soothing as it washes away oil, sweat, fatigue. The water smells faintly of peony soap as she lathers her hands.

Asa gathers a soft, plush sponge and scented gel. She lathers it until thick foam forms, then glides it across your shoulders, arms, and stomach in slow circles, pressure just right, careful around your raw cock. The sponge is warm, almost hot, its texture plush against your skin.

“You’re all flushed,” Asa says, her eyes soft and warm, the sponge tracing your collarbone. “We really worked you over, didn’t we? Feel how tender you are…”

Gaeul’s fingers massage your scalp, nails scraping lightly, sending shivers down your spine. “Tell us what’s been on your mind,” she whispers in your ear. “Spill all the stress that we’re washing away.”

You exhale. “Work… endless days — needed to forget everything.”

Asa smiles, sponge moving lower, foam sliding down your thighs. “Then let us make you forget.”

They rinse you slowly, warm water pouring from cupped hands, jets massaging against sore spots. Their hair clings everywhere.

Once you’re clean and relaxed, the mood shifts slightly, subtle and charged.

Asa sets the sponge aside. “You’ve earned more than a wash,” her voice turning playful. “Touch us. Make us feel good.”

Gaeul guides your hands to Asa’s breasts. “Start here.”

You cup them, thumbs circling her nipples until they harden under your palms. Asa arches with a soft moan, the sound echoing off the tiles. “Yes… just like that.”

You pinch, roll, then lean in to suckle. Your tongue flicks, teeth grazing lightly. The taste of rosy water mixes with her skin.

“Fuck, your mouth feels perfect,” she breathes, hands threading your hair.

You switch to Gaeul over your shoulder, giving her the same, her moans quieter but deeper.

“I want your tongue on me now, please.” Asa whines needily, a total opposite from her seductive state earlier. “Eat me until I cum all over your face.”

She lifts to the jacuzzi edge, legs spread wide, water streaming down her body.

Pink.

Her pussy is so pink, so raw, so thoroughly soaked.

You dive in, tongue parting her slick folds, lapping deep, tasting her sweet and sharp juices. You suck her clit hard, the swollen nub pulsing under your lips.

Asa grinds, moaning loud. “Right there — fuck, don’t stop —”

Lifting herself out of the water, Gaeul stands on your right, guiding your hand between her thighs, one leg lifted on the edge. “Three fingers,” she instructs. “Spread me wide.”

You slide in her pretty pink pussy, so hot, so tight. Index and ring parting her walls, your middle finger explores deep, curling, flicking relentlessly. The water makes everything slicker.

Gaeul exhales sharply. “Good… deeper.”

You work them in rhythm, your mouth devouring Asa, fingers stretching and stroking Gaeul.

“Fuck — your fingers — so fucking good —” Gaeul grabs your hand, pushing them deeper into her. You push your other unused fingers in — thumb and pinkie — until your whole fist sinks into Gaeul’s tight heat. Her cunt squeezes you tight, refusing to let you go, and your five fingers dance around, grasping, clambering, rubbing against her velvety ribbed walls.

“Fuck — Fuck — Fuck —” Squelching wet sounds spray out of Gaeul's cunt as you fist her, “I’m gonna cum so fucking hard — don't stop —”

The erotic sounds urges you to lick harder, faster, and your tongue swipes and flicks Asa’s pink folds, like you're drinking from a desert oasis, dehydrated and parched. Asa clamps her thighs around your head, pushing you deeper into her folds as she only responds with mewls and whines.

“Cum —” She snaps.

Asa cums, shrieking loud, her thighs clamping your head, body shaking as she floods your mouth with fresh sweetness. “Yes — drink me!” waves after waves of tart, honey-like juices splashes around your mouth, coating your cheeks, choking your nostrils.

Gaeul follows, orgasm intense, walls pulsing hard around your fingers in rhythmic squeezes. “Good boy…” Her juices splashes onto your palm, gushing down your forearm as you plunge and twist your fingers in her, her body twitching with every clench.

They pull you up for deep kisses, tasting themselves on your tongue, water dripping from their hair onto your face.

“You made us cum so well,” Asa breathes, voice soft again.

“But the real reward is next,” Gaeul’s fingers lace with yours. “You’ve earned everything now… including us.”

They lead you from the jacuzzi, water streaming off your bodies. Your skin is flushed, refreshed muscles loose from the heat and their care, but your cock is already stirring again, hard, insistent, and ready for whatever they have planned.

The wide nuru mattress waits in the center of the suite, already coated in thick, warm gel that gleams under the pulsing pink neon. Mirrors cover every wall and ceiling, reflecting infinite versions of you three, naked, slick, bubblegum-pink hair dripping, eyes dark with hunger.

Asa and Gaeul guide you to lie on your back in the center. Pouring more gel over your chest, stomach, thighs, you groan at the cool slickness against your heated skin.

They start sliding, bodies gliding over yours, breasts pressing, thighs straddling, hair trailing everywhere. Long pink strands drape across your face; shorter layers brush your chest. The gel squelches softly.

But midway through the tease, they pause.

Asa sits back on her heels, reaching for a small pink box on a nearby tray. Gaeul mirrors her, eyes locked on yours.

“We’ve had our fun,” Asa breathes. “Making you beg… edging you… draining you twice.”

Gaeul opens the box, revealing two soft pink leather collars — delicate, luxurious, with matching pink leashes attached.

“Now it’s your turn,” Gaeul finishes, her voice low and intense. “We’re yours now. Completely.”

Asa holds out her collar. “Put it on me. Take control.”

Your heart pounds.

You sit up, gel sliding between your bodies. You take Asa’s collar first, the soft pink leather warm from her hand. You buckle it around her neck, fingers brushing her throat as it clicks shut. She shivers, eyes fluttering.

Then the leash. You clip it on, giving a light tug. “We're yours,” she gasps softly, leaning forward.

Gaeul offers hers next. You buckle it tighter, and attach the leash. Tugging it harsher, she lets out a soft whimper, body arching forward, shorter pink hair falling across her face.

“Use us.”

Both women kneel before you now, collared and leashed. Pink pets for your pink fantasy.

You wrap the leashes around your fist once — testing, claiming.

“O-on the mattress,” you order.

“Both of you.”

They obey instantly.

“W-will you really do… a-anything?” You ask meekly, still unsure.

They don't respond, just looking at you, staring at you, until a grin creeps up their mouths.

Gaeul shifts, palm pressing against your chest, and pushes you back down onto the mattress.

Hands still wrapped loosely around the leashes, Gaeul leans in to whisper, “Command her. Order her to ride you. Then you will see if we will do… anything.”

Your eyes roll to Asa. She is already on all fours, positioned like a fox, ready to pounce on you at any time.

“R-ride me, Asa. R-ride my f-fucki —”

Before you even finish, Asa straddles you, hips slightly raised. She grasps your cock with one hand, lining it up against her dripping cunt, and sinks you right to the root in a single go. The gel squelches loudly as she bottoms out, her long pink hair falling forward like a curtain around your face.

And she rides. Asa doesn't start off slow, she rocks and snaps her hips like a champion, each wave has your throbbing cock prodding against her walls. She raises her hands to bun her swinging pink hair, smooth armpits glossy with sweat, tits shining with arousal.

Gaeul reaches to your hand, singling out Asa’s leash, before giving it a light tug. “You see this? Pull it.”

Asa loses her rhythm slightly with the tug, but she smirks into Gaeul's eyes.

“We're yours. Use us.” She tempts you with a dark, sultry voice. “Unleash all the stress that you've kept. Own us.”

The dark desire wells up in your heart — endless work, countless meetings, overbearing bosses. And then, your last semblance of self control snaps.

Arms raised, you grab on to the leash hanging right around Asa’s neck and pull. “Yes mast —” Asa’s entire upper body slams down towards yours, gasping, lips hovering right above your warm breath.

“Fucking ride me, you slut.”

Satisfied at your unleashed desires, Asa lifts her hips, and slams it down, eyes flashing with heat. “Yes — use me —”

She lifts her hips high and slams down repeatedly, faster, harder, the rhythm brutal. Her cunt clenches around you with every drop, milking you as her moans turn into broken cries.

“Turn.”

A simple command.

Asa sits up, your leaking cock still inside her. With a twirl, she turns her body around your cock, her round, peachy ass now facing you. Bending towards your toes, she places her hands on your knees, raising her hips once again, and she slams. Each slap of her butt onto your groin sends her ass jiggling and rippling.

“So fucking tight,” your hands reach forward to grope her meaty buns, before pushing and lifting them, assisting her as she bounces her wet cavern on your cock.

Gaeul kneels beside you, leash still in your loose grip. She leans in, shorter pink hair brushing your cheek. “Make her come,” her voice husky. “Then take me however you want.”

And you yank hard. So hard that Asa’s body that was bent towards your knees was pulled upwards. So hard that Asa loses her balance and crashes onto you, her back slamming onto your chest.

“Fuck —” Asa yelps as her legs raises high into the air from the sharp yank, you bend your knees into a inverted “V” shape and thrust.

You piston your cock up into her wanton pussy, hammering deep into her as her back arches in pleasure.

“Fuck — you're so — big —”

“Fucking take it all,” you tug at her leash, forcing her to take you harder.

The room fills with her moans, gel squelching, and her leash taut in your fists.

Her cunt convulses and clenches impossibly tight, and you sense her imminent release.

“Look at you, barely holding on when I've just started.” You taunt, growling low and deep into Asa’s ears. “You're going to cum in three.”

“Three.”

You grip her waist and hammer upwards.

“Two.”

“Fuck — don't stop — don't —”

“One.”

“Please — I can’t — cum —”

“Cum all over my fucking cock.” You snarl.

Asa cums hard, body locking, pussy clenching around you impossibly tight. Her walls spasms wildly, a fresh gush soaking your groin as she screams, body shaking, long pink hair falling loose from her bun and whipping across your chest.

You push Asa off you after her shattering orgasm, her body still trembling, pink hair a wild, sweat-soaked mess across her back and chest. She collapses to the side, panting heavily, chest heaving, eyes glazed with aftershocks, but you’re far from finished.

Your eyes lock on Gaeul.

“Stand up,” you command. “Wrap your legs around me. I’m taking you right here — right now.”

Gaeul rises instantly, leash already in your fist. She steps close, body pressing against yours, pink hair brushing your cheek as she looks up with dark, hungry eyes.

You lift her easily — hands under her thighs, gel making her skin slide slickly against yours. Her legs lock tight around your waist, arms wrapping around your neck, nails digging in anticipation. Her breath is hot against your lips.

You impale her in one deep, claiming thrust.

The gel squelches loudly as you fill her completely, her tight heat enveloping you. She gasps sharply, head falling back, shorter pink hair whipping across your arms.

“Fuck — so deep —” she moans.

You don’t give her time to adjust. You start pounding — powerful, relentless thrusts, hips snapping upward while you hold her weight effortlessly. Her back is against nothing but air and your strength, body bouncing with every slam.

“Harder,” she begs, her voice breaking. “Fuck me harder — make me feel every inch.”

You oblige, gripping her ass tighter, spreading her cheeks as you drive deeper and faster. The room fills with wet slaps, her moans turning sharp and desperate, gel and slick dripping copiously down your thighs.

Asa kneels nearby, watching with dark eyes, fingers between her own thighs. “Give it to her,” she whispers huskily. “Make her scream for you.”

Hands still on her ass, you tug Gaeul’s leash wrapped around your fist, light pressure choking her throat from the collar. Her body arches beautifully, breasts pressing against your chest.

You piston into her with a brutal rhythm, balls slapping against her with every thrust. Her walls clench tighter, fluttering.

“I’m — fuck — I’m coming —” she cries.

She comes screaming, nails carving into your shoulders, walls pulsing hard around you, juices gushing hot down your length and thighs. Her body convulses in your arms, shorter pink hair sticking to her flushed face.

You don’t let her come down from the high. Still buried deep inside her, you tighten your grip on her thighs and bounce her harder on your cock with short, sharp thrusts that make her body jolt with every impact. Her nails rake down your back, leaving stinging trails, while her moans turn into breathless whimpers against your neck. The gel drips in thick strings from where you’re joined, running down your balls and thighs, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing louder with every brutal lift.

“Tell me who you belong to,” you growl, tugging her leash just enough to arch her back and force her to meet your eyes. Gaeul’s lips part, her voice ragged. “You — fuck — only you —” You reward her with a deeper thrust, grinding against her front wall until her eyes roll back and her thighs quake around your waist. Asa watches from the mattress, fingers pumping in and out herself as she bites her lip, waiting for her turn.

You lower Gaeul slowly to the mattress without pulling out, keeping her impaled.

“On your back,” you order. “Fold yourself for me. Legs to your chest. I’m taking your ass now.”

Gaeul obeys eagerly, lying back, her knees pulled high to her chest, folding herself in half. Her bubblegum-pink hair spreads beneath her on the gel-slick mattress, eyes locked on yours with total surrender as she exposes everything.

Pulling out, you pour more thick gel over her tight entrance, the warm liquid running down her crack. You work it in with your fingers first — one, then two, scissoring slowly, stretching her until she’s moaning and pushing back greedily.

“Give it to me,” she begs, her voice husky and desperate. “Fill my ass — please —”

You line your tip up and push in, slow at first, letting her feel the stretch inch by inch. The gel makes it smooth, but she’s impossibly tight, gasping sharply as you sink deeper.

“Fuck — so big — stretching me —” she whimpers, hands gripping her own thighs to hold the fold.

You bottom out, holding still for a long moment, savoring the clench, the heat, the way her body trembles around you.

Then you start thrusting, deep, deliberate strokes that build into hard, punishing slams. Her legs tremble over your shoulders, ass taking you fully with every drive, gel squelching obscenely.

You tug her leash, pulling her folded body closer, light pressure on her throat from the collar. “Take it all,” you growl.

“Harder,” she cries. “Ruin my ass — make me yours —”

You pound relentlessly, hips slamming, her moans turning to broken screams. You reach down to rub her clit roughly with slick fingers, pushing her over the edge.

She cums impossibly quick, body tensing up, walls pulsing unimaginably tight around you, a fresh gush of squirt soaking the mattress as she screams your name, pink hair whipping as her head thrashes.

You pull out slowly, still rock-hard.

“Asa,” you say, voice dark. “All fours. Ass up. Now.”

Asa scrambles into position — doggy style, back arched deep, long pink hair spilling down her sides and back. You tug her leash back sharply, forcing her head up, exposing her throat.

You pour gel over her entrance, working it in with your fingers until she’s pushing back impatiently.

“Fuck my ass,” she begs. “Use it — please —”

You enter her in one smooth, deep thrust.

She moans loud, hips pushing back to take you fully. “Yes — so deep —”

You pound her doggy, pink leash pulled tight, one hand fisted in her long pink hair for extra control, hips slamming against her jiggling cheeks with wet, loud slaps.

“Fuck me — hard, like how — you fuck Gaeul —”

Gaeul kneels in front, rubbing Asa’s clit and licking where you join, tongue flicking your shaft on every withdrawal.

“Harder,” Asa cries. “Spank me — own me —”

You spank her ass with sharp, repeated cracks, red handprints blooming fast.

Asa cums again, screaming, body shaking violently, ass clenching around you as she squirts onto Gaeul’s hand and the mattress.

You’re on the absolute edge.

You pull out, leashes tight in your fists.

“On your knees. Both of you. Mouths open. Now.”

They drop instantly, faces pressed close, tongues extended and trembling, bubblegum-pink hair framing their flushed, desperate expressions.

“Mark us,” Asa begs, “Give us your third and final load.”

“Please,” Gaeul adds, eyes locked on your cock. “Cum all over your pink pets.”

You cum, massive, explosive ropes shooting across their faces in thick arcs. The first lands heavy on Asa’s cheek and Gaeul’s forehead. The second and third flood their open mouths and tongues. Pulse after pulse, ropes splattering cheeks, noses, chins, eyelashes, landing deep in their hair, matting long and short pink strands in sticky white webs.

Some drips down necks, over breasts, pooling in collarbones.

They never close their mouths, letting it overflow, run down chins in slow rivers.

When the last spurt lands across both tongues, they crash together in a filthy, open-mouthed kiss, tongues swirling visibly, cum and gel mixing in thick strings that stretch and break between their lips. They lick each other clean slowly, Asa sucking a rope from Gaeul’s cheek, Gaeul lapping strands from Asa’s long pink hair, their eyes never leaving yours.

Only when every drop is shared or swallowed do they pull back, lips swollen, faces glistening, hair ruined in the most beautiful way.

You collapse backward onto the mattress, body spent, mind blank.

They crawl over you immediately, curling into your sides. Asa on the left, Gaeul on the right. Their cum-streaked bubblegum-pink hair spreads across your chest like warm, wet silk blankets.

No one speaks for a long time, only heavy breathing, the lingering scent of jasmine, peony, strawberry, and sex.

Eventually, soft kisses. Your gentle hands removing their collars.

“You’re ours,” Asa whispers against your neck.

“And we’re yours,” Gaeul adds, lips brushing your jaw.

Your eyes drift, utterly claimed, completely satisfied.

Minjeong and you agreed to do a marathon to watch the whole drama you had both been saving up to watch. Your friend came to your house right before lunch so you could start eating with the first episode. It was just like the other times: she promised she wouldn’t get too invested and after two episodes she’d start screaming from frustration when the main leads were this close to kissing but backed away. You’d be laughing and she’d be yelling at you because it was a serious matter.

In the late afternoon, Minjeong got hungry. She begged you to get her favorite snack, the pepero sticks. You bought them two weeks ago and put them somewhere in your kitchen but didn’t remember at all. Still, your friend wanted one thing and one thing only. You tried to refuse but when she showed you her googly eyes and puffed her cheeks, you gave in. She was just too cute.

So you stood up and reluctantly made your way to the kitchen.

However, you made a big mistake by leaving the room without checking the stuff on your table, most notably your diary. Minjeong saw it clearly, the weathered journal peeking out from under a pile of books on the bedside table. She knew it wasn’t a notebook because she’d been your friend long enough to have memorized all your preferences and you were too cheap to buy such a nice diary.

Curiosity piqued, she hesitated for a moment to think if she should do it or not. She chewed her lower lip, with a light sense of guilt. You were gone to find some hidden and forgotten snack, so it should have been long enough—she had enough time. The more she waited, the more dangerous it was. 

Minjeong made up her mind. She lifted the books and took out the notebook. She sat cross-legged on your bed, ready to reveal your secrets. As she contemplated opening it, a rush of adrenaline hit her veins, causing her heart to quicken and her muscles to tense up. She hasn’t even read a single letter yet but sweat was already dripping down her back.

“I probably shouldn't be doing this, but... what's the harm?” she whispered to herself, sighing deeply. “Okay, just a peek. It won’t hurt anyone.”

Minjeong took one last deep breath, her fingers trembling slightly as she started to open the diary. The creak of the leather seemed to echo in the room, she was alone. She started reading the entries, a mix of doodles, random thoughts, and personal reflections. 

Some of the pages only had silly ramblings like how you noticed a game’s sale too late and had to pay 5 dollars more. Minejong giggled lightly but the adrenaline was still there. Her breathing became shallow, her gaze scanning the words on the page. As she flipped through the pages, she stumbled upon an entry that caught her off guard.

She raised her eyebrow as she started reading it: 

SATURDAY 21 OCTOBER, 2023 I’m pretty sure Minjeong is playing with my heart. She’s been acting a lot more touchy lately. She was hugging my arm, hugging me and constantly touching me. She hugged me before as well since we’re friends but it just feels different these days. It’s probably because I’m a boy and she’s a girl. Even if we’ve been friends for a long time, she’s too cute for me to ignore.

I think I like her.

My heart beats faster when she’s around. I get nervous and fidgety. I’ve never felt like this before. It’s quite weird.

Winter's cheeks flushed with a mixture of surprise and excitement. Her curiosity took over her, she had to know. She had to know more. 

TUESDAY 7 NOVEMBER, 2023 I almost had a heart attack when I saw Minjeong with someone else. They were acting so friendly and I just felt my heart shrink. I’m not attractive compared to them. Maybe I should go to the gym. But that wouldn’t change my face, would it? Dear Diary, I really really like her.

“Wait, this is all about me?” Minjeong whispered to herself. She skimmed through the stupid entries and found even more pages about herself. She covered her mouth, blushing madly. “Oh my… I had no idea.” She couldn’t help but smile and continue flipping through the pages.

TUESDAY 14 NOVEMBER, 2023 Minjeong is back at it again. I’ve met her eyes a couple of times today and it was simply enchanting. The way her face lit up when our eyes connected mate my heart skipped a beat. She looks honest. Happy and amazing. I wish I could see her eyes every day, see every feeling in her pupils, knowing she wouldn’t be afraid to hide anything from me. Of course, I’d do the same. Minjeong is already a great friend, she’d be a great girlfriend as well. I thought about confessing for the first time. It was really a stupid thought. There is no way someone like her would accept me. I’m just a bum. I don’t even like myself, why would she? Eventually, someone will come and take her away, I just have to accept it. I love you, Minjeong.

WEDNESDAY 22 NOVEMBER, 2023 Am I a pervert for looking at Minjeong’s legs? My eyes were glued to her thighs. Maybe for a couple of minutes. Yeah, that’s definitely too much.

Minjeong glanced down at her shorts and bear legs and suddenly she felt too exposed. She regretted wearing such revealing clothes.

MONDAY 27 NOVEMBER, 2023 I want to love Minjeong properly. She’s such a perfect girl. I want her to feel loved. I’d cuddle and hug her a lot if she was my girlfriend. I daydreamed in class instead of listening to the literature lesson and this thought came to me: Minjeong backhugging me. That’s it. That’s the thought. It was enough to make me a blushing mess. Dear Diary, I have a problem.

Minjeong didn’t feel exposed anymore, she just felt warm and flustered. “You silly…” Minjeong said. She glanced around, making sure no one was watching, then hugged the diary close to her chest. “I never knew you felt this way…”

Fearing that you might be coming back, Minjeong thought that she had read enough and it was time to put it away. She just stood up and was about to put the diary back on the desk when a piece of paper fell out. It looked like it was sandwiched between the hardcover and the last page. She picked it up from the ground and read it.

BUCKET LIST Go on a date with Minjeong (skating?) Watch the starry sky Touch Minjeong’s cheeks Try skiing Top marks Kiss MinHold Minjeong’s hand

Minjeong didn’t have the time to put it away when she heard your steps. She just stuffed the diary under the books and kept the paper in her pocket.

Minejong quickly recollected herself. She straightened out the few messy strands and the wrinkled clothes. She took a deep breath and shook off the agitation, anything could have been suspicious in your eyes. You weren’t dumb—although you weren’t exactly smart either—so Minjeong had to be extra careful. That said, she had to think of a way to put the little paper back in place because surely you would have noticed the next time you were going to write about how fantastic the latest wrestling match you watched was.

“Here you go,” you said, throwing Minjeong the box of pepero. “You had me looking everywhere for those… fortunately they were still good.”

Minjeong smiled, picking up the box from her lap, a natural grin on her small lips. “Thank you, you’re amazing.”

You had no words to reply but only another smile. You exhaled, letting your body drop lifeless on the bed, beside your friend. The episode was still at the 26:56 mark, and you were recollecting what happened previous to the still frame.

“Oh, by the way, I also got a bag of chocolates,” you said. You took the plastic bag you left on the corner of the folded covers. It was full of those little bite-sized chocolates you’d buy to decorate your tables in the living room when someone was coming over during the winter; or for a bunch of kids. But you got the smaller version, which also cost a couple of bucks more because it was of “fine quality”.

“No way!” she said, letting go of the pepero, forgotten like it never meant anything to her. You looked at the Oreo-looking box and blinked a few times. Why did it feel so relatable?

“You know I love chocolate!” she exclaimed.

“Yeah, that’s exactly why I bought it,” you said. 

When you pressed the space bar on your laptop and the episode restarted, the room fell into a comfortable silence. You could only hear the dialogues coming from the speakers and Minjeong cutely munching on her peperos. You were grinning widely, having more fun staring at the hamster beside you than the scenes on the screen themselves.

Minjeong on the other hand, wasn’t exactly happy. Sure, the joy from her discovery was still lingering in her mind but so was the shock. The crunchy sticks of chocolate and biscuit took the roles of her nails, on which she nervously munched without stop, box after box. She would steal glances at you from time to time, and seeing you smile so happily, laughing and passionately talking to her, made her feel things she had never felt before.

She wasn’t sure if it was indigestion or butterflies in her stomach, but the thing was, Minjeong couldn’t focus on the screen at all. Her mind was still processing the revelations from the secret diary, she tried to act nonchalant, and fortunately, you couldn’t see her well, but her cheeks were betraying a faint blush.

“The cat is so round, it looks like a bag of potatoes, don’t you think?” you laughed.

“Y-yeah,” she whispered. Winter cleared her throat, “So, what do you think will happen next in the drama?”

“What do you mean? They’re like—they’re gonna kiss. Look at the romantic tension. I bet it’s gonna be a cliffhanger.”

“Right, right…” Minjeong continued to stare at the screen. Didn’t the protagonists kinda look like you and her…? She swore they were very similar at that moment. Somehow she could see herself in the shoes of the girl, while you could have been the protagonist, with that manly shoulders and features—ehem—you had the same eyes. Yes, that’s exactly what Minjeong was thinking, or at least, that’s what she wanted to think.

The protagonists, Ji-hoon and Soo-mi, stood close, their eyes filled with emotions, concealed, to the point of overflowing. Just like her and you.  Ji-hoon tenderly reached out, cupping Soo-mi's face in his hands. With a soft smile, he gently brushed a loose strand of hair from her forehead, his touch lingering. His fingers looked very gentle, you always have been gentle too, maybe if it was you doing, it would feel… 

“Minjeong.”

“What?!” The girl squirmed lightly, suddenly feeling overwhelmingly self-aware. The romantic scene felt really closer than usual and her facade was slowly falling.

“I think it’s about to happen,” you said, still keeping your eyes attached to the screen. “They’re gonna kiss, I feel it.”

“Uh,” Minjeong started, terribly awkward. “These romantic scenes are always so... uh, intense, right?

“What do you…” you turned around and saw her heated cheeks. You looked at her and raised an eyebrow. The corner of her mouth twitched. “You're blushing, Minjeong. Are you sure you're okay?”

“Me? Blushing?” she fumbled. “No, I'm perfectly fine. It's just... you know, the drama.”

On the screen, the air crackled with tension as Ji-hoon kept cupping Soo-mi's face, his eyes searching hers for consent. Without words, their lips finally met in a tender yet passionate kiss. Time seemed to stand still as the world faded away, leaving only the sweet symphony of their hearts and the intoxicating warmth of the embrace.

Minjeong was watching everything but the kiss. 

“You're not usually this flustered,” you observed. Minjeong’s behavior was really weird. You looked back at the screen and it all looked normal. They were in their slowed-down shot with the ballad in the background.

“Yeah, well, it's just a really good episode,” she said, avoiding eye contact at all costs. You tried to look at her by bending down and tilting your head but likewise, she turned around to avoid you. It looked strange but you just continued to watch the drama, accepting her answer.

As the episode concluded, Minjeong heaved a silent sigh of relief. She attempted to divert attention by reaching for more snacks, hoping to distract both herself and you from the lingering awkwardness.

You continue to the next episode. 

You turned around and tried to get one of the snacks that were on her side. As you stretched, your hand brushed against Minjeong’s thigh. At the touch, she jolted with a loud gasp. It was like you sent a shock through her body.

“Oops, sorry about that,” you said apologetically, retrieving the box to your side.

“N-no problem at all,” she stammered.

You continued to watch without thinking much of it but Minjeong was completely on the edge. When you shifted and adjusted yourself, your leg would accidentally brush against hers. Or when you wanted to take the water bottle and you’d hug her shoulder by mistake. The blush on her cheeks continued to grow and she started to want to get out of there.

Your touches continued, all the ones that you were both accustomed to before, now sent a ripple of flustered nerves through Minjeong. 

Eventually, the episodes ended and you came to the end of the drama. Minjeong’s nerves finally relaxed. You helped her gather her things and after chatting for a while, you bid her goodbye. You insisted on bringing her home, especially since it was quite late but she didn’t want to hear any of it and ran outside.

Minjeong slept well that night. She had all sorts of dreams and fantasies—was someone in the hallway, they’d think an actress was rehearsing for her future role. When she woke up, however, it was another story. Thanks to the newly found clarity of mind, the realization hit her harder than ever.

You liked her.

You! You.

You liked her.

Minjeong sighed and sat up on the bed.

She liked you.

Yes, she.

She liked you.

Now she had two options: either ignore it, act like nothing happened, which was both the easiest and hardest choice she could take; or deal with it. Minjeong didn’t like the idea of ignoring what she found. It would be like playing with your feelings. Really, you confessed indirectly, she has read all of your honest words, letter by letter, and now knew all of your feelings. You confessed to her. 

But she also didn’t want to talk to you about it. Because, well, it was embarrassing. 

What if you didn’t feel ready for a relationship? Maybe your journal was an outlet for your stress where you poured out all of your feelings knowing full well you couldn’t be with her.

Maybe it wasn’t a journal, maybe it was a fictional diary that you were writing. Like some sort of diary of a wimpy kid but for lovers.

Maybe you were writing about another girl. You knew that someone could have found your diary, just like Minjeong did, so you used another name. You could have been in some sort of Romeo and Juliet type of affair and the repercussions could have been deadly.

Minjeong was just making stuff up at this point. Let’s face it, you were just a normal person and what she read were real journal entries. 

She sighed heavily. “Why?! Why did I…” she yelled. Minjeong closed her eyes and remembered your words—how sweet they were, how honest and meaningful—then shook her head. “It’s better this way.”

The piece of paper was still on the desk, crumbled and waiting. She got up and held it in her hand, skimming through your bucket list again.

BUCKET LIST Go on a date with Minjeong (skating?) Watch the starry sky Touch Minjeong’s cheeks Try skiing Top marks Confess Kiss MinHold Minjeong’s hand

She just ignored your last desire—the crossed-out line was still pretty readable but it was too embarrassing right now. You have helped her a lot until now, making most of the dreams from her bucket list come true. Yet, she has never had the chance to pay you back. Minjeong thought carefully and realized that this was the perfect occasion. She liked you so she would have liked it too and if you didn’t want to get into a relationship with her, at least she could fulfill a couple of your desires.

Minjeong clutched the paper with determinatione; it was her mission.

Objective 1: Secure the date

When Minjeong made up her mind and got up, two steps from the door of the room, she realized one thing: she had never been on a date. Such a pretty girl like Minjeong should have been asked out at least ten times by now. Especially since she wasn’t exactly shy or intimidating. And truly she had been asked out, but she never accepted. She’d say she had to focus on her studies, or that she wasn’t ready, or that it wasn’t the age for that kind of thing.

Minjeong turned while holding her chin, her eyebrow furrowed in deep thought. She had a location—the skating ring—that was a starter. But now, what do you do on a date? Minjeong tried to recall all the dramas she had watched: maybe she’d get some sort of idea. She has watched plenty of shows, surely there was something useful.

Characters would usually kiss each other ‘accidentally’ for example. Minjeong tried to imagine the scene: you and her walking in the frozen streets, her tripping and falling in your arms… some kids bumping into you, your lips brushing against her in a split second. Minejong started to blush terribly. “No, no, no, that’s not good,” she shook her head to get the thought out of her mind.

She was definitely overthinking this. You probably didn’t know any better than her and couples don’t really prepare that much before a date—it had to be natural. Minjeong decided to call you. There was a skating ring opened in the city during that period so that was the right occasion. 

She gripped her phone, inhaled and exhaled. “Just hanging out,” she pointed out. “That’s right, don’t stress Minjeong, it’s just a hangout between friends.” 

After Minjeong decided what to say and prepared all the possible dialogue options, which took about half an hour, she dialed your number and called. She couldn’t even calm her mind that you already picked up.

“Hello?” you asked.

“Hey,” Minjeong answered.

“Oh, Minjeong, how are you? Why are you calling me?”

“Well, I’ve got an idea for you.”

“Shoot.”

Minjeong swallowed her saliva. “How about we go skating at the ice rink? They opened it in the city center, I think it would be fun.”

“Skating, huh? Uhm… well, I’ve been thinking about it,” you said, you’ve been really thinking about it. It was such a weird coincidence that Minjeong asked you about it. However, “I haven’t done that in ages. Are you sure I won’t end up flat on my back?” You didn’t want to make a fool out of yourself in front of your crush.

Minjeong laughed jokingly. “Don’t worry, I’ve got your back… or, well, I’ve got your back if you do fall. But trust me, you’ll learn pretty quick.”

“Sounds tempting, but I’m not really convinced.”

“Come on, we’ll have fun. They also sell hot chocolate and crepes. I’ll buy it for you if you come!”

“Free food? Okay, you’ve convinced me. When do you wanna see each other?”

“How about Saturday? We should both be free.”

“Sounds good. Alright, thanks, see ya.”

“Goodbye.”

As soon as she hung up, Minjeong started jumping around like a maniac. She felt like she was a kid again, so excited and happy. She just forgot to tell you at what time to come. Whatever. She could have texted the time later. Plans were just going as planned.

The plans did not go as planned.

Objective 2: Find a replacement

Minjeong spent her whole morning preparing for the date. She looked at all the possible cafés and restaurants and food places you two could go to in case you got hungry. Then she looked at all the possible outfits she had in her wardrobe. She called her friend, Karina to help her decide the clothes. They ended up giggling and talking for about 5 hours about Minjeong’s story with you and Karina’s love interest. 

In the end, they decided to go for the simplest sweater and pants they could find. It was to “not hide Minjeong’s natural beauty” as Karina put it. Whatever that meant.

You met right at the entrance of the city. You were already waiting there. 

You found it hard to recognize Minjeong. She was bundled up in a big cozy scarf, a huge hat, and big gloves. The jacket was also quite thick, making her look like a snowman. You knew Karina didn’t let her go out of the house before dressing her up properly. You smiled, she looked very cute.

The both of you made your way to the ice ring talking about uni, friends, work, and so on. Being with Minjeong was always a pleasure as you could confide in each other about whatever problem or worry you had.

Hand in hand, you scrolled through the city, the subtle crunch of snow beneath your feet providing a serene soundtrack. There were a lot of people on the street. You came early but the sky was already starting to darken. 

When you reached the ice rink, you gulped. Minjeong instead, was extremely excited. You paid for the skate shoes, slipped them in, and stepped on the ice. 

The ice beneath your skates glistened brightly, it felt like ice, ready to crack, ready to swallow you in case you fell and gave in to the demons of the cold. Minjeong was still excited. She was already laughing while looking at the small kids tumble down the ice like bowling pins. 

Wrapped in the warmth of your scarf and being alongside Minjeong, provided you enough confidence and comfort to aid your attempt. You stepped slowly, your legs shaking. Your friend held your hand and guided you through the edge of the ring until you found the right rhythm to continue on your own.

Your confidence grew, maybe too much, and you tried to make a tight turn and slipped. Your heart skipped a beat and your life flashed before your eyes. Fortunately Minjeong, with lighting reflexes, reached out and grabbed you. 

“Oh my god, thank you Minjeong, you saved my life.”

“Be more careful!” she laughed.

After the incident, you started to be more careful and continued skating. 

At one point, tiny snowflakes began to fall down the sky, soft and gentle. Both you and Minjeong started smiling brightly, thinking it looked like a scene from a romance movie. It really looked like what you’ve always dreamt of, skating with Minjeong under the snow.

The snowfall intensified, turning the ice rink into a snowy spectacle. It added a layer of magic to their already enchanting evening, and you continued to skate with carefree joy, leaving behind a trail of swirling snowflakes. However, as the snowfall grew heavier, the twinkling lights began to fade, and a voice over the speakers announced the temporary closure of the rink for safety reasons.

Minjeong panicked. She couldn’t end the date this way. 

“Isn’t that a shame?” you said, walking away from the ice ring. “Well, I still had fun nonetheless, thank you for today, Minjeong.”

“Wait, wait,” she interrupted you. “Uhm, it’s still pretty early, wanna go back to my place?”

“Heh? Well, why not? Wanna order out?”

“Yeah, that’s fine by me.”

“Then let’s go.” Good job, Minjeong.

Objective 3: Look at the sky

You entered the pitch-black living room and turned on the lights. The room was well-lighted but still felt small and comfy, it probably was the darkness from outside the window. You glanced at Minjeong as she folded a blanket and tossed it over the back of the sofa. The air held a chill, a reminder that winter had firmly settled outside the confines of your makeshift refuge. 

She nonchalantly dropped a stack of DVDs onto the coffee table, the worn covers hinting at countless movie nights spent in this room. Minjeong leaned over the desk, planting her hands on the edge. Minjeong's gaze shifted to you, What do you feel like watching?"

I shrugged, my gaze scanning the room as if the answer lay hidden in the faded wallpaper. "Anything. Surprise me." She picked a random DVD, its label scratched and worn. She put the disc into the blueray reader and grabbed the remote. The sofa creaked as Minjeong plopped down, patting the cushion next to her. "Grab a blanket. It's gonna get colder."

You complied, dragging a fuzzy throw from the back of a nearby chair. You two draped yourselves in layers of warmth, settling into the groove of the well-worn sofa cushions. The silence enveloped you, a familiar companion that required no words.

Halfway through the movie, however, Minjeong looked at the sky: it stopped snowing. It was like the snow had purged all the previous filth between the clouds and smog and left it a pure black, only decorated by the glowing stars. Minjeong kept slapping at your leg and pointing at the sky until you turned around and the view stunned you.

Objective 4: Hold that hand

“Wow…” your friend whispered.

“Yep,” you said back. The two of you continued to watch the sky, while Kung Fu Panda 2 was becoming noise in the background and your conversation shifted to the sight. You raised an arm, pointing at the bright dots.

“You know, the color of a star indicates its temperature,” you said. “Hotter stars appear blue or white, while cooler ones look red.”

“How is it red if it’s colder?” Minjeong said, puzzled.

“It’s about the waves of light emitted. To put it simply, cooler stars emit less blue light so they look red.”

Minjeong smiled, “That's interesting, but you know, in astrology, stars, and their positions also play a significant role. I'm a Capricorn, ruled by Saturn, and it says a lot about my personality.”

As soon as you heard the word ‘astrology’ you sighed heavily and rolled your eyes, sliding down the sofa. Minjeong has already filled your head with that stuff to the brim. Whenever she had time or whenever she bought a magazine from the news kiosk, she’d start reading the entire thing of the signs, you don’t even remember what it was called.

“Astrology, Minjeong? Seriously?”

Your friend furrowed her eyebrows from annoyance and spoke defensively, “What? It's fascinating! Capricorns are disciplined, ambitious, and practical. I mean, doesn't that sound like me?”

“Disciplined? Sure. But practical?” you laughed. “You're the one who believes in star signs.”

“Well, you're just a typical Capricorn skeptic. But I bet you secretly find it intriguing.”

You chuckled and shook your head. You two laughed it off and the silence resumed. After a brief moment, where your breaths signed the passing of time, you noticed Minjeong’s glow in the dark. Your heart fluttered as you watched her profile against the moonlight. Sometimes you forget your true feelings for your friend, but they always come back. 

You sighed while turning back to the sky. “It's such a beautiful night, isn't it?” you whispered, masking the true meaning of your words because you weren’t really talking about the night. Both of you talked in codes, not on purpose but none of you could be honest. You were too scared of her possible answer and Minjeong was too scared to lose you.

“Yeah, it is,” she said softly. As you continued stargazing in comfortable silence, her mind swirled with a mixture of emotions. The recent revelations from your secret diary still lingered in her thoughts, and her unspoken feelings were twisting and turning inside her. 

Her hand slowly crept up near you, a subconscious action maybe, a planned incident perhaps; but it was the perfect occasion. You felt her touch and didn’t think twice to hold her hand. The initial contact, when your fingers intertwine, sends a wave of warmth through you. The touch is surprisingly intimate, it felt like a bridge between Minjeong and you. In a way, her feelings were coursing through you.

Objective 5: Spill it out

“Today was perfect,” you say. Minjeong silently watches you with a soft smile. “You know, I’ve always been dreaming of this moment. To watch the stars with you…” your air suddenly blocked in your throat, “Well, I—” “I already know.”

“What?”

“I already knew it. That you wanted to watch the stars—and that you wanted to go skating… with me.”

You opened your mouth to ask her how but Minjeong was faster and pulled out the crumbled piece of paper, the title ‘BUCKET LIST’ was still visible. You panicked, your eyes flicking between her stupidly satisfied smile and your embarrassing, horribly written list of desires.

You gulped and started talking, stuttering, mumbling every word, “S-so did you see the di-diary?”

“Yes.”

“Oh my god… I wanna die.”

“No, wait—”

“Forget everything Minjeong, no, well, you obviously can’t,” you blurted out, you didn’t know what to say anymore. “I’m sorry you had to read that. It was gross. I’m going to move out of the country, buy tickets, pack things, you’ll forget about me and I’ll start my new life—”

“I like you too!”

“What did you just say?” you stopped and looked at her with wide eyes.

Minjeong's admission hung in the air, and for a moment, the only sound between you two was the soft rustling of the crumpled bucket list paper in her hands. Your eyes widened, locked onto hers, searching for any sign of jest or misdirection, but all you found was true sincerity. Her pupils stared at you, eagerly waiting for your answer.

"You... you like me too?" you stammered, hesitant and scared that you might have heard the wrong words.

Minjeong nodded, a gentle smile playing on her lips. "Yes. I like you. I read your list, and it wasn't gross. It was... endearing. Honestly, it made my heart race a little."

A nervous laugh escaped your lips, a mixture of relief and newfound anxiety. "I thought I'd scared you away with that stuff."

Minjeong chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Not at all. It made me realize we share the same dreams, the same desires. I've been wanting to do those things too, you know?"

The weight of uncertainty lifted, replaced by a warmth that settled deep within. You felt a connection, a shared vulnerability that made the revelation less daunting. "So... what does this mean?" you asked, your voice soft.

She leaned in, her gaze unwavering. "It means we don't have to dream about those things anymore. We can make them happen together."

A grin broke across your face, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness. "Yeah, together."

Minjeong's hand found yours, and this time, it wasn't just for a casual touch but a deliberate, reassuring connection. The stars above seemed to twinkle in approval as you both sat there, hand in hand, in the quiet realization that your shared dreams weren't just fantasies on a crumpled piece of paper anymore—they were possibilities waiting to unfold.

“There’s still a last wish on that list I can fulfill…” Minjeong whispered. She took a deep breath and went for it. 

She kissed you.

Minjeong's eyes, soft and inviting, met yours, and at that moment, the world outside faded into insignificance. 

"I've been wanting to do this," Minjeong whispered, her voice a delicate murmur that hung in the space between you. Her fingers grazed the side of your face, a feather-light touch that sent a shiver down your spine. The proximity between you became charged, the magnetic pull undeniable.

You didn't need words. The unspoken agreement lingered in the air, and with a gentle tilt of her head, Minjeong closed the distance. The first brush of her lips against yours felt like the tentative caress of a butterfly's wings, a delicate exploration that spoke volumes. It was a moment of hesitancy and boldness, a dance between vulnerability and longing.

You didn’t say anything else, the look in your and her eyes understood each other perfectly and you kissed again. The first one was a quick peck, a mix of fear and sudden braveness. The second one was the overflow of your feelings, a long and deep kiss, a slow fusion of warmth and connection. 

The world outside might have continued its relentless pace, but within the embrace of that kiss, time became elastic, bending to the rhythm of your shared heartbeat. It was a stolen moment, a stolen kiss, and yet, it felt like something long overdue, as if the universe itself had conspired to bring your lips together in this tender collision.

When the kiss finally broke, your lips naturally curled into a large smile while she hid under the blanket from the embarrassment. Minjeong emerged only a moment later, red and flustered. “Uhm, I wasn’t too bad, right? That was my first kiss…”

“It was my first too, and no, it wasn’t bad. It was amazing,” you said honestly. “I just like how I dreamed.”

Minjeong and you laughed together. This was just the start of the many more desires you two would fulfil together.

Mission completed

THE END