Part of my BLACKED Baddies shorts, see my masterlist for more chapters.
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Karina's eyes widened at the sight of an African refugees massive BBC. With a shaky hand she reached out to grab it, feeling the strong pulse throbbing against her palm. Her mouth fell open when she began to stroke, watching it flop in her hands a bit, realizing he wasn't even fully hard.
Karina gasped, drooling as she stroked with both hands. She felt the carpet against her knees, and the touch of his ebony thighs around her torso. She leaned forward, pressing her pursed lips to the head to give it a tender kiss.
Her tongue pressed forward, tasting her first black cock, inhaling the musk that filled her nose. Her right eye twitched and she felt the thoughts within her head melting into a a warm wave of bliss rolling down her spine.
Hawk tuah! Karina spit on that thang and covered it in a layer of glistening sheen that her hands stroked into the dark African meat. Her lips wrapped around the head, eagerly parting to let it slide across her wet tongue and into the back of her throat.
GLUCK! GLUCK! AAH! GLUCK! She started to blow him between loud gasps for air. She could only fit half into her mouth, stroking him desperately with both hands covered in her own spit. The bull groaned, placing both hands on her head to hold her in place, preventing her from lifting off of his BBC.
His hips thrusted upward, jamming his big black cock into the back of her throat with force. Karina let out a muffled scream, but the bull kept going, grunting as he used her throat like a fleshlight for his own pleasure.
Her hands slapped at his thighs and abs, begging him to stop, but only motivated him to keep going. "I'm here to fuck all the women!" he groaned, pushing Karina down on his cock until she was gagging violently, her eyes rolling back until they were nearly solid white.
He gave her cheek a slap, then released her and watched Karina gasp for air, her chest heaving as she sat back against the coffee table behind her. Her throat stung as she panted, wiping the spit from her chin that had soaked into her black REFUGEES WELCOME shirt with a black fist in the middle of the Korean flag.
The bull stood up and grabbed her hair in his hand, motioning for her to follow him. "No!" he said when she tried to stand up, "I'll walk you like the slut you are."
Karina crawled on all fours beside him, following with her heavy tits sagging down against the fabric of her shirt. Her pale, naked ass in the air swayed side-to-side as he led her across the room, passing by other bulls who were hammering black cock into screaming Korean women.
The sliding door of the patio opened and Karina felt the hard concrete against her palms and knees as he led her to a beach chair and pointed for her to get on it. Karina climbed up and felt his hands on her waist, flipping her onto her back.
"Let me have those big ass titties," he said, pushing the shirt up to reveal her braless, pale, fat tits. He slapped his wet BBC between them and Karina moaned deeply, feeling the power and heft of his black cock as it thumped against her soft skin.
"Mmm, fuck my big Korean tits!" Karina blurted out, lifting her hands to the sides of her chest to press them together around the ebony pole between them.
Karina watched a pair of hands coil around the bulls sides, and then the face of Giselle smiling down at her. "That's it, fuck those big tits," Giselle said to him in a soft, encouraging voice. "They're what you came here for, aren't they? Big asian tits and tight little Korean pussies to breed."
The bull groaned, his hips thrusting back and forth between Karina's fleshy melons engulfing his dark cock. She felt the head poking at her neck with every thrust, peeking out from under the top of her shirt and occasionally trying to slip under her choker necklace.
Karina's head spun with lust, her toes curling the moment that Giselle lowered her face to her pussy to start licking it. Karina let out a long, low moan of satisfaction, closing her eyes and arching her back.
Giselle shoved a couple fingers in without warning, working them back and forth inside Karina, her thumb working circles on her sensitive clit to drive her mad. Karina breathed deeply in sharp breaths, her thighs beginning to shake, chest turning red.
The bull reached down with both hands and wrapped them around her neck, his thumbs pressing the head of his black cock against her throat as he fucked her busty chest. Karina's eyes rolled, but the grip on her squishy boobs never relaxed, and she kept them pressed hard around the BBC pumping between them.
Karina let out a moan, kicking her foot as Giselle shoved her tongue into her cunt, drilling into it with her fingers and nuzzling her nose right up against the clit. It was too much for Karina, her head was swimming, and she felt like she would pass out from the pleasure.
The bull pressed down harder and Karina felt his weight on her throat, choking her until her cheeks turned a rosy red hue. She wanted to grab at his wrists, but she kept her hands around her tits, refusing to let go until he told her to.
The bull groaned as his BBC slipped under the choker, pinning his head in place as he began to spurt a series of hot ropes across Karina's chin and neck. She felt the pulsing his shaft, the flowing hot ropes of cum shooting up her chin before running down her neck and into her dark hair.
He gave her a few more pumps, then pulled his BBC back and slapped it wetly against each breast before leaving her and Giselle. "I'm gonna..." Karina panted, pinching her nipples and twisting them, pulling her sagging breasts upward with a scream.
Karina began to squirt all over Giselle's face, coating her lips and tongue, and Giselle ate it up hungrily while continuing to lick and finger until Karina fell limp with rolling eyes.
Giselle crawled up Karina's body, hovering over her with cum dripping from her lips and chin, glistening brightly. She lowered her head to lick the cum from Karina's neck, lapping it up and ending with a soft bite into her flesh.
She dragged her tongue along Karina's throat, up her chin, and then to her lips, sliding into her mouth to deposit the bull's load. Karina's eyes rolled in circles, she moaned deeply, a hand reaching up to pull Giselle in deeper.
They swapped the load back and forth with sloppy open-mouthed kisses, their tongues twisting together, pushing against each other, lips meeting until the cum had all been swallowed.
Giselle pulled back and caressed Karina's cheek, looking deep into her eyes. They kissed one last time, and Giselle grabbed a handful of Karina's left tit to squeeze as she did so.
The night was still young and the black breeding party had just started, there were more men inside waiting for their welcome to Korea, and the two of them were more than happy to give it to them.
"Let's get these big black cocks," Giselle grinned, taking Karina by the hand to lead her back to the party.
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"Zuha, can you come here for a second? I'm fighting for my life against these leggings."
Kazuhaâs laugh drifts through the fabric partition. "There's no way that's possible Chaewon, they're like the easiest thing to put on. You didn't happen to put them on backwards, did you?"
"No! Okay, maybe. This waistband is all twisted up and it's digging into me. It feels like it's trying to squeeze the life out of me. Come save me, PLEASE!"
As you hear the footsteps go from one stall to another you freeze, hand hovering over the coil of the XLR cable your boss told you to grab from the makeshift equipment room. It just so happens the room is pulling double duty as the members' prep area.
Who's stupid fucking idea was this?
The muffled bickering continued to come from the changing stall on the other side of the room.
You knew it was just Chaewon and Kazuha left to argue in there since you saw Yunjin, Sakura, and Eunchae already on set for the shoot ten minutes ago. From what you were hearing it was probably going to be a while before the other two joined them.
"Turn around, let me see the tag. Yeah, see? Backwards. Youâre fucking hopeless."
"Shut up. Just help me get them off. Or on. Whatever. Fuck. Just fix it before my circulation gets cut off permanently."
Shhh-wip. They were definitely coming off.
Just focus on your job, that's all you should do. You pretend to untangle the cable in your hands to keep your mind occupied while the sounds from the stall become more and more distracting.
"They're soooo tight. I feel like I'm being vacuum sealed. Is this supposed to happen? Does Lululemon hate me?"
"Itâs compression wear, unnie. Itâs supposed to be tight," Kazuha teases. "They're just letting it sit on your hips like a pair of low rise pants. Are you going for a Y2K vibe or something? You have to pull them up more."
"Excuse me? I've been trying to pull them up! They won't move. It's stuck right here...uhn...on my thighs."
"Let me do it. Youâre weak."
"Hey! I am not weak, Iâm just...ah! Okay, watch your nails!"
"Stop wiggling, youâre making it worse. Just let me get the these up... there. See?"
"Oh my god, that feels so much better."
"Good. Now check the seam. Is it straight down the middle?"
"Middle of what?"
"Your butt, Chaewon. The seam. It needs to be centered or it'll look weird on camera."
Silence stretches for a moment, followed by the sound of more shuffling.
You swallow hard, staring at the wire in your hands as if it holds the secrets to the universe.
You are a professional.
You are part of the production staff.
You are here to move cables and set up lights, that's all.
Nothing else.
You are definitely not here to eavesdrop on two of the biggest celebs in the country discussing their butt seams.
"I don't know, it feels... crooked. Like, one side is riding up more than the other. Can you see it?"
"I'm looking. Turn towards the light so I can get a better look at it."
"The light? How's the light going to help? It's been flickering all day Kazuha."
"Just turn. Okay? Wait, I see what you mean. They are bunching up right here." A loud slap echoes through the stall, the sound of skin hitting skin. You jump, nearly dropping the cable. Is that what you think it was? "Right on your ass." Yeah, it was.
"It's bunching up?" Chaewon sounds horrified. "Why is it doing that? I thought these were expensive!"
"They are expensive. Thatâs why they fit like a glove and you just have to learn how to wear them. Hold still. Let me try to smooth it out."
"Ow... don't pull so hard!"
"Iâm trying to fix it. Just chill the fuck out. I think it'll smooth out if I pull them up higher."
"Higher? They can't go any higher, if they get pulled up anymore, Iâm going to get split the fuck in half."
You stare at the closed curtain that's serving as the door. The pop-up stall is just a metallic frame wrapped in grey velvet that doesnât reach the floor letting you see two sets of feet shuffling around beneath the gap. Not like you're looking or anything.
You should leave.
Grab the cables and walk out the door. Just go back to the set, let them figure out what's going on with those leggings in peace. Unfortunately, or fortunately, your feet feel like theyâve been cemented to the floor.
"It's still not right, ughhhhh. There's no way I can go out there like this. The camera is going to pick up every little wrinkle and I'm going to get so much shit for it. I can already see the tweets."
"Itâs not that bad, but youâre right. Itâs being a little... problematic. I think we need a second opinion. Or a third set of hands."
"A third set of hands? Who's? Eunchae is gone. Yunjin is probably out there yapping to the director. Sakura is probably back to playing her Switch."
"Thereâs staff outside, right? I heard footsteps earlier."
You hold your breath. She heard footsteps earlier, YOUR footsteps.
"No, absolutely the fuck not," Chaewon balks immediately. "I am not asking some random fucking staff member to come inspect my butt. Thatâs embarrassing. Thatâs a lawsuit waiting to happen."
"Itâs just clothes! Nothing more. We need the fit to look perfect. Director-nim is going to have a cow if we show up late to the shoot because you're self conscious about a seam." Kazuha gets louder. "HEY! Staff member! Can you come help us for a sec?"
"Kazuha, no!" Chaewon hisses.
Too late. The call has been made. You stand there, paralyzed, wondering if feigning sudden deafness is a viable career strategy. The velvet curtain parts a fraction, and Kazuhaâs face peeks out. She spots you instantly, standing near the equipment rack like a statue in a museum.
Maybe she won't notice if you don't.... move.... a.... muscle.
"Oh, good," she says, a relieved smile breaking across her face as she waves you over. "You! Please, come over here. We have a code red, a fashion emergency."
You quickly glance at the exit, itâs twenty feet away. You could probably make it. If that's what you want to do.
"Please," Kazuha now pouting. "Chaewon is panicking and Iâm losing my mind. We just need a quick check on the fit."
You're just helping them out, that's what you're boss would want you to do right?
Nodding slowly, you force your legs to move toward the stall. "I... I can help? What do you need?"
Grabbing your wrist the moment you're within range Kazuha pulls you into the stall. Itâs cramped with a full length mirror, a small bench, and now there's three people fit into a space meant for one. It's so much hotter in here.
Chaewon's standing with her back to the mirror, looking over her shoulder with a face full of panic. Her outfit is... well, itâs hot... you mean a lot. Sheâs wearing a long-sleeved black bodysuit that hugs her torso like it's painted on, disappearing into the waistband of the black leggings you've been hearing so much about. Wonder where that goes. The leggings are indeed tight, very tight, sculpting her legs in a way that should probably be illegal. She looks incredible, but she also looks like sheâs about to fight a ghost.
"Tell me I'm not crazy," Chaewon says the moment the curtain slides shut behind you, trapping you inside. "Look at this. Do you see that? Right there on the left cheek?"
Turning slightly she points to the back of her thigh.
Your brain short circuits and you have to force your jaw not to drop from the situation you find yourself in.
You are in a small, enclosed space with two insanely attractive women, and one of them is asking you to inspect her ass. HER ASS.
Just be cool, just be cool. You got this.
"Itâs... bunching up," Kazuha explains off to the side, crossing her arms. Sheâs wearing black Lululemon shorts and a simple white tank top, looking effortlessly cool compared to Chaewon who is currently losing her mind. "The seam isn't sitting right either. We've tried pulling them up, smoothing them out, everything. But it keeps bunching up."
Clearing your throat you hope your voice doesn't crack. "It... uh... it looks like the sizing might be a little off?" It cracks. Fuck. "Or maybe the cut?"
Chaewon groans, dropping her head forward. "I knew it. I knew I shouldn't have had that extra water this morning. I'm bloated. I'm a potato."
"You're not a potato," Kazuha rolls her eyes, stepping forward. Looking at you, dead serious. "Can you just... check? Tell us if it's noticeable from a normal distance. Like, if you were standing behind me in line at a cafe, would you point and laugh?"
"I wouldn't point and laugh," you stammer, feeling your face heat up. "I'm not a monster."
"Good to know," Chaewon mutters, though she shoots you a small, suprisingly genuine? smile over her shoulder. "Just be honest. If it looks bad, tell me. I'll change. I'll wear something else, fuck it I'll wear sweatpants. I don't care."
"Okay," you manage to say. "I'll... take a look."
You step closer. Did the A/C break or something, it's so hot. Chaewon turns to face the mirror, her back to you. The seam in question runs vertically down the center of her ass.
What...
An...
Ass...
Sure enough, you see the problem, they are definitely bunching up on her left cheek and the seam is all sorts of fucked up.
"See?" Chaewon asks, now whispering. "It's tragic."
"It's barely noticeable," you lie, leaning in slightly to inspect it without actually touching. "It's just... what happens with this kind of fabric." What are you saying, you don't know anything about fabric. "Maybe if you move the waistband a bit?"
"We tried that," Kazuha chimes in, moving to stand on Chaewon's other side, looking at your reflection in the mirror with a playful smirk on her face. "You're being very polite. Just be honest. It's okay to say it looks weird. Weâre all friends in here. Well, maybe acquaintances is the better word. Acquaintances who are trapped in a box together."
Just act like you know what you're talking about.
"I think it just needs to be smoothed out," you suggest, gesturing vaguely at the offending area acting like you have any sort of idea of what you're saying. "We should adjust the waistband first to get the seam lined up and then to get that bunched up part smooth we should pull the fabric around it to get rid of it. Then from there work our way up and smooth out anything else while making sure that seam is lined up right." There's no way that word vomit made any sense.
Kazuha nods. "That makes sense." HUH?
Looking at Chaewon, she says, "Just let him... err... let us try. Youâve been pulling at it for five minutes and itâs only getting worse. A fresh pair of hands might help."
Chaewon hesitates, her eyes meeting yours in the mirror. Despite you knowing her, knowing?, as someone who seems super confident all the time, you can see how nervous she is now. "Okay," she breathes out. "Deal, but be easy on me, Iâm a delicate."
"Right, I'll be gentle. Got it."
Kazuha snorts. "Don't worry, she usually likes it rough... OWWW! What the fuck Chaewon?"
Chaewon elbows her in the ribs, hard. "Ignore her. She's crazy. Just... fix it."
You step in closer, invading her personal space getting so close close that you can see the hard work she's put into her body thanks to the skintight bodysuit. So close that you can now smell the hint of her perfume.
Just be cool.
Reaching out, your hands hover for a split second before making contact with the fabric.
Itâs warm. Thatâs the first thing that you notice as you place your hands on her hips, your fingers splaying out over the waistband. Chaewon tenses up instantly as she tries to hide a gasp.
"Sorry... cold hands."
"It's... fine... just... do your thing."
Gripping the waistband, you try to ignore the fact that you are essentially holding her hips. WHAT? "Ready?"
"As ready as ever."
As you twist the waistband, the seam falls into place, it actually works.
"First part done." Continue to act cool, you got this.
As you line up where to pull to get rid of the bunching you sense Kazuha watching you like a hawk from the side. Don't fuck up, don't fuck up, don't fuck up.
"Make sure you pull it tight," Kazuha instructs. "Like, really tight."
You pinch fabric right in the area right below where her thigh meets her cheek making Chaewon shiver.
"You good...?" you ask, pausing.
"Yeah," she squeaks. "Just... go ahead."
As you pull the fabric down it stretches easily, sliding over her skin as the bunching goes away. Now for the last part.
"Okay, now you just have to make sure everything is smoothed out," Kazuha commands. " Work your way up and do it slowly to make sure that seam doesn't budge."
You start to slide your hands back up using your palms to smooth the fabric against her skin as you go, making sure it lays flat. Your hands graze over the swell of her ass, her ass is ridiculous. Hyper aware of every inch of contact, the friction of your skin against hers even though a thin layer of spandex is in the way gives you goosebumps.
"Is that... is that better?" Chaewon asks, barely whispering.
"ALMOST," you say way too loudly. "There's still a little bit of a twist right here."
Your hands are currently cupping her ass, your fingers digging in slightly to adjust the seam, you're basically manhandling her as you try to iron out the wrinkles in her leggings with your bare hands. Is this actually happening, like what the fuck?
"Here," Kazuha says as she steps up behind you. Reaching out, covers your hand with hers on Chaewonâs left cheek. "Push it like this. You have to really get in there to make sure it stays flat."
She presses your hand harder into Chaewonâs flesh. "Unnf!" Was that a moan? Chaewon clamps her mouth shut, her eyes squeezing shut in the mirror.
"Kazuha!" she chokes out. "Too hard!"
"That's how you do it though!" Kazuha laughs, squeezing your hand before letting go. "Feel the difference?"
Right.
Adjusting your grip, your thumbs press into the crease beneath her cheek. You can feel the heat radiating off her, and youâre pretty sure your face is bright red.
"Like this?"
"Mmm," Chaewon hums as her head drops forward. "Yeah. That feels... that feels good... I mean right. Yeah... right."
"Don't encourage him," Kazuha teases, leaning in closer to inspect your work. "Okay, looking better. Just keep... smoothing it out. Up and down. Work it out."
You do as you're told for what felt like an eternity as tried to smooth things out as best as you could. Am I just giving her a massage at this point? Chaewon made it seem that way with how flustered her reflection looked and how her breathing started to get more and more shallow. Then, out of nowhere, she shook it off.
"You know I think I'm... it's good, actually," Chaewon mutters, though her weight shifts slightly into your palms. "Problem solved."
"Nice work," Kazuha chirps, stepping back to cross her arms. "See? Teamwork makes the dream work. Now we just need to..."
Before she can finish the thought, her hands shoot out, wrapping around your wrists.
"Wait, we missed a spot. On the waistband."
"On the waistband?"
"Yeah, see right here," she explains, guiding your hands higher, forcing them up the curve of Chaewon's backside until your fingers are gripping the waistband again. "It's bunching up here now. We need to fix it."
"Kazuha, what are you..." Chaewon starts, but it's too late.
Kazuha suddenly yanks your hands downward, pulling the waistband down Chaewon's hips and dragging it all the way down to her thighs in one go.
"OHMYGOD!" Chaewon yelps, instinctively arching her back to stabilize herself.
OHMYGOD. There, just out in the open, is Chaewon's ass, completely bare save for the thong back of her black bodysuit disappearing between her cheeks, leaving absolutely nothing to your imagination. You can see that her skin is so smooth, her ass round, so fucking round...
and firm...
and tight, you mean right...
right in front of your growing fucking bulge.
"My bad," Kazuha shrugs, not sounding sorry at all. She releases your wrists but leaving your hands hovering there, almost cupping Chaewon's cheeks. "Slippery little devils, aren't they?"
"You did that on purpose!" Chaewon accuses, twisting around to glare at her groupmate. The movement jiggles her entire body in a way that makes your throat close.
"I was just helping," Kazuha defends with a wicked grin. "Besides, look at how smooth that area is now. Flawless."
You are frozen.
Look away, apologize, maybe if you literally pass out you can escape this. Your eyes are glued to the sight in front of you. Itâs magnificent, might be... no... is the greatest thing you've ever seen. Itâs also career suicide.
"Are you just going to stare?" Chaewon asks breathless and flustered. "You can... help pull them back up. Or something."
"Right," you choke out. "Yeah. Pulling. Them. Up."
Reaching for the waistband pooling around her thighs your knuckles graze the bare skin of her ass. You hook your fingers into the waistband, preparing to hoist it back up, but the angle is awkward, youâre too close to her.
"Use both hands," Kazuha says, moving to stand behind you now, crowding your back, her chest pressing against your shoulder blades. "Get a good grip. You have to really yank it."
"I'm trying."
Shifting your stance, you lean forward, bringing your hands down to the waistband at her thighs. As you squat a little to get better leverage, your right hand slips and your palm definitely doesn't find the spandex. Instead, it slides right up the middle, grazing the thong.
HER THONG.
Itâs not just warm.
Itâs wet.
You freeze. As your eyes snap up to Chaewon's reflection in the mirror her face is now bright red.
She saw you feel it.
She knows you felt it.
"Fuck," you whisper, snatching your hand back like you touched a stove. "Sorry. I didn't mean to..."
"It's fine," Chaewon says quickly, too quickly. She clears her throat, turning her face away from yours. "Just... hurry up and fix it, okay?"
"Wow," Kazuha breathes against your ear, having not moved away at all. If anything, she's pressed even closer. "That's... interesting. You having some technical difficulties there, Chaewon-unnie? Or are you just enjoying the help?"
"Shut the fuck up, Kazuha," Chaewon snaps, but there's no real heat in it. Just panic. "It's just... nerves. The... shoot. You know how I get... right?"
"Nerves?" Kazuha laughs. "I don't think nerves get you wet like that, unnie. That's a whole different kind of feeling you're having."
"Look..." Chaewon says looking at you in the mirror, her eyes pleading. "Can you just... can you not say anything about any of this? Please?"
"I won't," you promise, your heart hammering against your ribs. "I swear. My lips are sealed."
"That's not the only thing you want from him, is it?" Kazuha teases. She reaches around you, her hand finding your wrist again. She guides your hand back toward Chaewon, not toward the leggings this time, but higher, toward the damp fabric of the bodysuit. "If it's bothering you... we should fix it. Right? He's been a good help so far."
"What are you doing?" Chaewon gasps, watching the reflection. She doesn't move away, she instead actually pushes her hips back, into your touch.
"I'm just helping a friend out," Kazuha says looking at you in the mirror. "Filming a video while she's like this? This wet? That wouldn't work. Help a girl out."
"Help her how?" you ask, barely audible. You know exactly what she's suggesting you do. What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?
"Use your mouth," Kazuha whispers, pressing her hips against your ass. "She wants it. Look at her. She's practically begging for it."
"Uhhnnn," Chaewon lets out. She drops her head forward, resting her forehead against the cool surface of the mirror. "God, yes. Okay? Fine. Fuck. Yes. Please. Just... fix it."
Fuck it. Operating purely on instinct now, every rule you've ever learned about workplace conduct has just been tossed out the window into the alleyway behind the studio. You sink to your knees behind her. The view is even more incredible as this angle, her ass with that tiny, wet scrap of black fabric barely hanging on now fully in your face.
"You're sure?" you ask, needing to hear it one last time. No way this is real.
"Do it before I change my mind," Chaewon hisses.
You lean in and the smell of her heat hits you. Fuck... this is real. Fuck formalities. Fuck teasing. You press your face right against her, your tongue flat against her soaked thong.
"FUCK!" Chaewon cries out, her knees buckling bracing her hands against the mirror to not fall.
You lick a long stripe up the center of the fabric, tasting her through it. This is crazy. You want to slide the thong to the side so bad, but it's so hard to pull your mouth away for just a second. Latched onto her, you suck hard, feeling the heat and wetness against your lips.
"Oh my god," Kazuha says from above you, delighted. "Look at that. He's starving, good boy."
Ignoring her, your focus is entirely on Chaewon and her moaning. You can feel her clenching, desperate for more.
"Slide the thong over alreadyyy," Chaewon whines, reaching back blindly. Her fingers scrabble against your hair, then dip lower to the latch between her legs. "Take it off. Do something, just get rid of it. I need... I need your tongue on me."
You take your mouth off, as much as you don't want to. There's a soft click as you unsnap the part covering her core. The thong part of the bodysuit falls away. You don't waste a second and right back dive in, burying your face in her bare folds.
The way she tastes as you lap at her folds, it's insane. You then swirl your tongue around her clit before sucking it. She's sooo wet, so ready, that you feel it on your face already.
"Ahhhh! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Chaewon's hips buck back against your face. "Yessss! Right fucking there! Don't you dare stop!"
Following exactly what she says, you don't stop, you want to make her fall apart. Your nose presses against her other hole, adding a dirty pressure that makes her gasp, while your tongue fucks her entrance in rapid, shallow thrusts.
"You're making quite the mess," Kazuha observes as you hear her start to move. "Look at him go. He's not even coming up for air."
You try to glance up, your vision filled with the curve of Chaewon's ass. Kazuha is leaning back against the bench, her own Lululemon shorts now pulled down to her knees revealing a white Calvin Klein thong. Her hand is deep down the front of it, moving in slow, deliberate circles.
"Are you seeing this Zuha?" Chaewon pants, her eyes opening to meet her friend's gaze in the mirror. "Are you seeing how fucking good he is at this?"
"Yesss... fuck... it looks... it looks like it feels fucking amazing. He's really into it, it has to feel sooooo good."
"He's soooo...," Chaewon whines, dropping her head again. "It feels so good. I'm not... I'm not going to last long if he keeps this up."
"Don't hold back," Kazuha fingers move faster. "Let him fucking have it. Cover his face."
The dirty talk is spiraling out of control, pushing all of you toward the edge. You double down, sucking on Chaewon's clit with hard, rhythmic pulses. Moving your head down a bit to slip two fingers inside of her, fuck that's tight, you hook them to find that spot that drives women crazy.
Her entire body tenses as her back arches and thighs shake. The walls clamp down squeezing so tight around your fingers. She cums as she lets out a long broken moan. You help her ride it out, tongue still deep in her folds until she pulls away gasping for air.
"Hollllllyyyy fuck," Chaewon slides down the mirror until she's crouching on the floor. "That was... that was insane, what the actual fuck? Was not expecting you to be THAT good."
Kazuha pulls her fingers out from her thong, you see how wet they are as moves to stand right in front of you.
You look up at her cleaning your face of Chaewon's juices with your heart still racing.
"I need some help with something too."
Kazuha hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her thong to slide it down her legs before kicking it aside. What a sight. "Stand up... now."
You do.
Kazuha grabs you by the shoulders and pushes you towards the front of the bench. Guess you won't be catching your breath. She then lifts her leg and puts her foot on the bench beside you.
"I now have the same exact problem, think you can fix it like you fixed hers?"
So you do just that, first leaning forward to kiss her lips and then slowly you make your way down her neck before you sit on the ground in front of the bench. Her folds are right in front of you now and sheâs just as beautiful as Chaewon. What is your life?
You start licking her, wanting to cover every inch. Kazuha is vocal immediately, her hands tangle in your hair, pulling you closer. Your hands grab her ass to help her maintain her balance.
"Just... like... that," she groans, her head falling back. "Your mouth is... fuck. You're so fucking good at this."
While you're deep in her folds, you hear the distinct sound of a belt unbuckling.
Your belt.
"Look at this," Chaewon murmurs as her face is now near your waist. "Seems like someone's been soooo hard this whole time."
She unzips your pants and yanks them down your legs along with your briefs, freeing your length. It slaps against your stomach. Fuck. Your hips jerk forward and let out a small moan.
"Oh... he's big," Chaewon wraps her hand around the base giving you an test squeeze. "And thick."
"Don't distract him," Kazuha pants, looking down at you. "I'm close."
You redouble your efforts on Kazuha, flicking your tongue rapidly over her clit while slipping a finger inside her the same way you made Chaewon cum. Sheâs tighter than Chaewon, her muscles grip you like a vice. She grinds her hips against your face, trying to reach the edge.
Then you suddenly have to stop because you feel something so amazing that you feel your soul almost leave your body.
A wet warmth envelops the tip of your length.
You look down just as Chaewon takes you deeper into her mouth as sheâs on her hands and knees with her ass in the air. Watching her, she bobs her head up and down your shaft, she takes you so deep. Every time she goes down you feel her throat relax to fit you in and every time she comes up her tongue swirls around your head while you can feel the pool of saliva slowly form around your base.
"Fuuucckkk," you moan against Kazuha's core.
The sensation is overwhelming as you eat out one gorgeous idol while getting the blowjob of your life from another.
"Does her... does her mouth feel good?" Kazuha asks, watching Chaewon work. "Looks like she really... fuck... she really knows what she's doing, she's always told me she's reallllll good at that, no gag reflex at all."
You nod as the words don't, can't, come to mind, as you switch to sucking on Kazuha's clit, grazing it gently with your teeth.
You keep up the same rhythm, your finger pumping in and out of her as you continue to suck on her clit. Down below, Chaewon's hand is now twisting and sliding up and down your length faster and faster in unison with her mouth. She moans to add even more to what you think is the best thing you've ever felt. Do not cum, you don't want this to end, ever.
"I'm fuck... I think I'm cu... I'm so close," Kazuha's thighs begin to tremble on either side of your head. "Please... please please don't stop doing that, I need this so bad!"
With a final cry Kazuha cums and her juices flood your mouth as you keep her upright through it, still gripping her ass. Never plan on letting go of this amazing ass. Holding your head in place she grinds against you until she's spent.
"Fuckkkkk," she releases her grip on your hair and slumps back against the bench, looking down at you cum drunk. "That was... so fucking good."
You finally let go of her folds. Breathe. You haven't been able to for a while. Gasping for air, your face is slick with a combo of both of their juices. Chaewon is still working your length with all of the enthusiasm. Fuck, you might die right here, right now. She looks up at you and pops you out of her mouth.
"We're not finished yet," pumping your saliva coated shaft with her hand.
She leans forward and runs her tongue up the underside of your shaft to the head and swirls it, without breaking eye contact.
"Are you close? I want... no... need you to cum in my mouth. I want to taste you so bad. Do you think you can do that for me?"
"I don't think so," Kazuha clamps her hand down on Chaewonâs shoulder to pull her back. "Not yet. He not getting off that easy."
Chaewon blinks. "What? That's not fair... ughhhhhhh," actually pouting as sheâs dragged away from your lap. "But he's so ready. Look at him."
"Exactly. If he cums now, the fun is over. We can't have that, I don't know about you but I still want to have some fun."
Yep. You're going to die here.
Your length throbs in the open air twitching at the sheer unfairness of the situation. Just beg for mercy, that might work. Kazuha points a finger at the bench.
"Sit."
Fine, if this is your final resting place, so bet it.
The awkwardness in how you scramble and fumble towards the bench with your pants now around your ankles will go down as the most thing to ever happen.
Maybe they didn't see it.
"Good boy," Kazuha says before turning towards Chaewon. "Go on, hop on."
Definitely don't need to tell Chaewon twice. The leggings immediately come the rest of the way off. If only they were that easy to put on. She comes over to the bench and puts her knees on either side of you with her core directly above you tip.
"God, I want you to feel how wet I still am because of you." She reaches down and grips your shaft to line you up with her entrance, your tip now grinding against her slick entrance. God she's still dripping wet. "You feel that? I think I'm ready, hope you are."
"Go on Chaewon, ride him already," Kazuha urges, standing right beside you two, arms crossed over her chest. "Show him how the leader handles it."
"Oh I will." Chaewon sinks down.
Sheâs tight...
incredibly tight...
but so wet.
You slide in with one smooth, glide.
HOLY FUCK, WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?
Her walls stretch around you to fit all of you in.
You let out a groan like you never have before.
"Fuckkkkk," Breathe. "You're... just... fuck."
"What? Am I... am I too tight?" Chaewon pitchy and breathless. She starts to move, she lifts her hips up and the drops them down. "You feel so huge inside me."
"Good fucking lord, you feel unreal," you manage to gasp out.
The rhythm set by Chaewon is nothing short of desperate. She braces her hands on your shoulders for, you feel her nails dig in. Her ass slaps against your thighs with every downward thrust. The sound of it. The fucking sound of it.
Plap.
Plap.
Plap.
Your mind processes it in slow motion as you just try to survive.
"Look at that," Kazuha watched intently. She reaches out to poke Chaewonâs bouncing ass cheek. "You're really taking it all. Look at how much he's stretching you out."
"Zuha, don't you dare fucking distract me," Chaewon grinds down harder, making your eyes roll back.
"Distract you? I'm giving you a compliment." Kazuha leans in closer to your face locking into your eyes. "Does she feel good? Is her tight little pussy gripping you tight?"
"Fuck," you choke out, nodding. "So... so so good. Best I've ever felt."
"That's fucking right I am," Chaewon pants. She mashes her chest against yours, seeking out your mouth. You kiss her, messy and wet, tongues tangling as she continues to bounce on your lap.
You can feel the pressure building in your core. Don't know how much longer... so close.
"Fuck... slow down before I cum, I can't take much longer of you going this fast."
"No, that's not allowed, not yet." Chaewon squeezes her internal muscles deliberately.
Your hips buck up involuntarily in response.
"Just hold it a little longer, I'm so close, let me cum first."
"She's sooo demanding today," Kazuha laughs. "Better give the leader what she wants. Grab her hips, help her out."
You slide your hands down her back to grip her waist. Sliding yourself a little off the bench and using your elbows for leverage to thrust up into before she drops all the way down. Yeah this is the spot.
"Ohhhhh myyyyy...! Fuck! That's it... you're so fucking big... fuck!"
The sight of her is something else.
Her flushed face.
Her hair sticking to her forehead.
The way her bodysuit clings to her frame.
"I'm sooooo close... fuck! You ready for me to cum all over your cock! Fuck!"
She slams down onto you one last time. Her entire body seizes up. Her walls pulse around you while she buries her face in your neck to quiet her screams, her breath hot against your skin.
"That's a good fucking girl," Kazuha soothingly pats Chaewonâs back. "There's no way no one else heard how loud you were at all."
"Please just shut up for one sec Kazuha," Chaewon mumbles into your shoulder, still going through the aftershocks. She then looks at you, "Wow. Just wow."
She lifts herself off you slowly, your length sliding out of her with a wet schlick. A string of precum connects you for a moment before breaking. Youâre still rock hard, needing to cum, but you know how this is going to go.
"You know what I'm going to say" Kazuha shoves Chaewon gently to the side.
Kazuha turns around shoving that fit ass in your face.
"I want you to watch my ass while I ride you."
She squats all the way down your length to the base.
God how is it this tight. HOW?
"Fuck me, you're so thick."
Kazuha leans back to put her head on your shoulder. She then starts to bounce up and down.
You reach around her body to grab onto her perky breasts. Her nipples are so hard. You pinch them, and she lets out a sharp hiss.
"Harder, I need you to pinch them harder."
You obey and pinch them as hard as you can while she continues to ride.
Watching her ass cheeks ripple every time they hit your thighs is going to be engrained in your mind. Sheâs incredible.
"Look at us. Two idols, using a staff member like a fucking toy in a changing stall. It's so hot, isn't it?"
"Soooooo... fucking.... hot."
Just thing about baseball or sitting in traffic or LITERALLY ANTYHING.
"Chaewon-unnie, look. Look how much he's stretching me out. It feels so good."
Chaewon lifts her head from her hands, still cum drunk. "It does. He's hitting that same spot he did with me, isn't he?"
"He is. He's fills me up so fucking good. But I need more. I want it harder."
She grabs onto your knees and slams herself down even harder.
PLAP.
PLAP.
PLAP.
In the mirror you see her start to quickly rub her clit.
"Fuck fuck fuck. Yes yes yes yes. Yes!"
You thrust up into her, matching her pace. Every muscle in your body is tense as you try not to cum.
"Come on Zuha," Chaewon encourages, reaching out to stroke Kazuhaâs hair. "Cum for him. Soak his cock."
A final, sharp cry then Kazuha gets over that edge. Her back arches against your chest as her orgasm rips through her. She cries out and her walls clamp down.
You freeze, holding your breath.
Not yet, whatever you do, do not cum yet. Don't let this end.
Kazuha slumps against you to catch her breath. It doesn't take that long before she pulls herself off you. Your cock plops out so wet with her. She stands up on shaky legs.
"Fuck, that felt great. How the fuck did you not cum?"
Sweat drips down your forehead. "I'm fucking dying here. I didn't want this to end."
You look at Chaewon, she still has that post orgasm glow. You remember the position she was in when you first entered the stall.
"Get over here." The authority in your tone surprises even you.
Chaewonâs eyes widen. She knows exactly what you want.
"Bend over. Just like you were when I was fixing your leggings."
She bends and sticks her ass out.
"Like this?" she looks back with a smirk.
"Fuckkkkk yes," you growl.
You stand up, finally shoving your pants all the way off. Thankfully not as awkward as before. Linking yourself up behind her, you grip her hips.
"You going to fucking fill me up?" she teases as she wiggles her ass.
"You better believe it."
You push inside.
God it feels so much deeper this way. You bottom out almost immediately, your hips pressing against her ass. Chaewon lets out a loud moan.
You don't wait.
You can't afford to.
You start to thrust, hard and fast.
You take her exactly the way you wanted to since the moment you heard her struggling with those stupid spandex pants.
"Yessssss! Fuck me! Use me!"
The sound of your hips slamming against her ass is so loud. Probably too loud. The stall is shaking with the force of your thrusts.
"Fuck that's hot," Kazuha says from the bench. "Stretch her out. Make her beg for more."
"He's stretching me out so fucking much! It's so deep!"
You reached out, gathering her hair in your fist and pull her head back.
"You like that? You like taking my big thick cock?"
"I love it! I love your fucking cock! It's so thick! It's stretching this tight pussy out so fucking much!" The filth pouring out of her mouth is so dirty, desperate, and it drives you wild.
This is it, you can't last any longer.
"Cum inside me... fuck! Please please please! I want it! I need you to fucking fill this pussy up!"
"Beg for it," Kazuha chimes in. "Beg him."
"PLEASE! Please cum in me! I'm a dirty little slut! My pussy needs your cum! Paint my insides! Own this pussy! It's yours!"
Thatâs it. Thatâs the trigger.
"FUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKK!!!"
You slam your hips against her ass one last time, trying to go as deep as possible. You vision starts to go and your body locks up.
FUCK.
You cum harder than you ever have in your life. It feels like it lasts forever as you flood her with cum. She's squeezing so tight around you, milking you dry.
"Yes! Yes! I can feel it! It... it feels... FUCK... it's so fucking good!" her body shakes violently.
You freeze, you both just freeze, trying to catch your breath.
The world slowly comes back into focus. You pull out and see your release run down her thigh.
"Holy fucking shit."
"Yeah... holy shit."
"Bravo, bravo. What a fucking show," Kazuha quips, tossing a pack of wet wipes from her bag at you.
You catch them even with your still shaking hands. You start to help Chaewon clean herself up when the sound of someone clearing their throat comes from just outside the curtain.
A very familiar, very polite throat clearing.
"Chaewon? Kazuha?" Sakura calls out, cheerful and completely oblivious to the absolute depravity that just went down three feet away from her face. "Manager-nim says we have five minutes until the camera rolls. Are you guys doing okay in there?"
Chaewonâs eyes go so so so wide. She looks at you, then at Kazuha, panic replacing her post orgasm glow.
"We'll be out in a bit Kkura-unnie!" Kazuha yells back, somehow calm as a cucumber. She looks at the two of you and smirks. "We had a... problem with the leggings. We're fixing it now."
"Okay! Don't be late!" You hear her footsteps leave the room and go back down the hallway.
What in the fuck just happened? Did that actually happen?
"We are definitely going to be late."
Chaewon just laughs as she quickly pulls her leggings back up.
A/N: Happy Nakko Day!! She is one of my two ults and it's my first time writing her so I hope it turned out well!!
âThat slice of cake was so amazing babe, I think I could eat the whole fucking thing.â
âIâm glad I picked the right bakery to order from honey. Iâm looking forward to trying some myself.â
You heard Nagyung close the bedroom door behind her as she walked in, at least thatâs what you thought you heard.
See, you were in a bit of a predicament. There was a silk blindfold covering your eyes. Each of your hands were tied to one of her bedposts. You couldnât move your arms, you couldnât see and you were completely naked. At least she didnât tie your legs and have you truly spread out like some Medieval torture device. Your other senses felt heightened, waiting to see⌠scratch that, you were waiting to hear or feel what Nagyung was about to do to you.
âI think youâll enjoy this other dessert I brought you a lot more.â
---
Earlier that morningâŚ
You were brushing your teeth, she had just gotten out of the shower and was looking at you in the mirror. âYou know what I would love for my birthday tonight baby? I⌠I think I would really enjoy tying you up and getting to do whatever I wanted.â
You almost choked on your toothbrush. âWait, what? Youâre joking right?â looking up after spitting the toothpaste out, meeting her eyes in the mirror.
She was dead serious.
âNope, not one bit. Youâve been the dominant one in bed for as long as weâve been together. And listen, I love how you usually have your way with me. How you make me cum when you choke me, how hard you squeeze my tits, how you slap my ass until I canât take it anymore, and donât even get me started on the dirty talk you whisper in my ear as you pound me through the bed.â
Nagyung hadnât even dried off yet, she was still naked and dripping wet as she made her way over to the sink, her hips swaying and water dripping off her breasts, before getting down on her knees in front of you.
âBut I just thought itâd be fun if we switched it up a little for one night as a nice little birthday gift.â
She put her hands on the waistband of your shorts and looked up at you with those puppy dog eyes that were your kryptonite along with a slight pout on her lip.
âYou know if you need a little extra convincing⌠I think I know of a few things I can do before we have to go to work.â
She pulled your shorts down.
---
So yeah, here you were, tied up and blindfolded.
It took about ten minutes that morning for her to definitely convince you to let this be one of her birthday presents. Whoâs ever going to say no to getting the sloppiest blowjob from one of the hottest idols on the planet? Not you, not with the way she uses that mouth and throat of hers. She enjoyed it just as much as you did too.
Youâre the luckiest dude on the planet.
âYou didnât order a different dessert for your birthday, did you? I told you I was getting you a cake.â
You heard a zipper slowly get undone and fabric hit the floor. There goes her dress.
âOf course not dummy, youâll find out in a sec. Donât be so impatient.â
âDummy? Isnât that what you call your fans?â you almost couldnât help but laugh.
âYes, it is and tonight Iâm going to call you that as well, so get used to it⌠dummy.â
Oh, she is serious about this. It sounded to you like she had been planning what she wanted to do to you for a night like this for a long long time. You felt her get onto the bed and mount you, dropping her tight ass onto you, sitting right above your hardening cock. Well at a minimum she still has her thong on. You could feel a little wetness from the fabric that was now pressed into your crotch.
âDummy, open your mouth and stick out your tongue so you can try this.â
As soon as you opened your mouth wide not knowing what kind of dessert to expect, all you felt was a plastic nozzle get shoved onto your tongue. And then she pressed it down.
PshhhâŚ
Your tongue was being completely covered with whipped cream.
âWhaââ
âShhhhhh dummy. Donât say a thing, just keep that mouth open and tongue out.â
So, you did.
You suddenly felt her tongue meet yours, she was slowly licking all the whipped cream off of it. Lifting your head up as much as you could, you tried to kiss her, but she quickly pushed you back down into the bed with a hand on your neck.
âNo no no, who said you could kiss me yet? I just want to clean all of this mess up first.â
Nagyung continued to use her tongue until all the whipped cream was gone.
âThat tastes so good doesnât it.â
âYes baââ
She gripped your face with one hand.
âNo calling me baby tonight, okay dummy? Just say my love instead.â
âYes, my love.â
âGood boy.â
Not expecting it at any point in your life to be something youâd be into, your stomach did a tiny flip hearing that. Well, thatâs a first.
PshhhâŚ
That was the whipped cream cannister again but you couldnât tell what it was being used on. Then suddenly her tongue, with a lot of whipped cream was back inside your mouth. She pressed into you for a heated kiss and you kissed her back. Tongues were tangling with the whipped cream adding to the flavor of her. It was the perfect combo. Forgetting that your arms were still tied up, you tried to move them to hold her, letting out a bit of a whimper when you couldnât move them any closer.
âI know baby, you want to touch me so bad. Itâs too bad youâre all tied up,â dragging her nails up your sides as she pulled her mouth away and whispered. âDonât worry Iâll just have to touch you more to make up for it.â
âPlease do, my love.â
Her hand took a hold of your now fully hard shaft. âGuess you really are enjoying this dessert more than the cake.â You bucked your hips up into her hand, lifting her up as your tip dripped with excitement. âOh yeah, you REALLY are enjoying this more.â She slowly worked her hand up and down coating your need all over while you could start to feel her thong get wetter and wetter.
âMy love, I want to touch you so fucking bad.â
âIâm sure you do. Here I have an idea,â her fingers slid off your cock.
You heard her unclasp her bra and take it off.
PsssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhâŚ
PssssssshhhhnnnnhshhhâŚ
âOpen up dummyâ
Once again you opened your mouth not knowing what the fuck she was going to do next.
You first felt the cold whipped cream that youâre all too familiar with now hit your tongue but then you feel the warmth of her skin, a soft curve that squished into your mouth. Instinctively you closed your mouth over it, thatâs when you realize itâs one of her tits.
âFuckkkâŚâŚ think you know what it is?â
âMmmph!â your mouth is so full as you start to suck.
You realize Nagyung had covered the entirety of her tits with whipped cream so while you sucked the hard peak in your mouth thereâs whipped cream going all over your face thanks to her deceptively large tits.
âSuck⌠FUCK⌠suck harder dummyâŚ.â
Even with her in a dominant position for the first time, you knew she still wanted you to be rough with her, she couldnât resist it. You sucked as hard as you could as you swirled your tongue around her nipple, the whipped cream there was long gone. Now this, this was the real dessert.
Nagyung let out a loud moan.
âGod⌠youâre always so fucking good at that. Chaeyoung and Jiheon always give me shit for the hickeys you leave all over them.â
You pulled back, âI canât help it my love, you just taste so good and theyâre just so fucking big, I swear theyâve gotten bigger since we first started dating.â
âOh they definitely have. Now enough talking, time for you to clean the other one off.â
You felt her shift her weight to lean and put the other one up to your mouth. Deciding to give her a bit of surprise this time, you close your mouth around her breast and lightly bite down.
âAHHâ FUCK, a little softer dummy.â
Easing up, you focused on using your tongue to clean up all the whipped cream. Yes, you were doing this all blind, but at least the whipped cream was cold so it made it a little easier to find. You knew your face was getting absolutely covered by it, but you did the best you could as she was smothering you more and more, putting more and more weight onto your face. It got a little harder to breathe because she was pressing her huge perky tits into you so much.
This would be a hell of a way to go.
âThink youâre getting all of it ba⌠dummy?â You could tell she was extremely flustered, her cheeks were probably super flushed like they always get.
âI think I am my love, but youâre going to have to tell me considering I canât see.â
âI think youâve gotten most of it. I think youâve done such a great job that I think you earned me taking off that blindfold.â
âFinally.â
With a smile on your face, she reached behind your head while her tits once again pressed against your face. Please take as long as possible taking that blindfold off, this is paradise. Sadly, it took less than ten seconds before she pulled the blindfold away from your eyes.
It was a flash bomb at first with the bright light overhead but it turned into more and more of an ethereal view as Nagyung came into focus. She had put her long hair up into a ponytail, probably to keep it out of the mess of all of the whipped cream. Like you guessed, she was completely naked except for the black lace thong that you felt getting more and more soaked and the gold necklace you gifted her after the first few months of dating. Her cheeks were also indeed super flushed. As you took in her beauty, you could tell that you did not in fact do that good of a job getting the whipped cream off of her tits.
You made it look like she was getting a cast of her chest, the whipped cream was just spread all over. Maybe getting a cast of her chest isnât such a bad idea, could be a nice sculpture piece to put in your place.
âWell now you can see finally see your work.â She laughed.
âAll I see is a work of art.â
Nagyungâs cheeks reddened even more before she leaned down to give you a quick peck on your lips. âGod, I love you.â
âI love you too,â you leaned up as much as you could to give her a quick peck back.
âOkayâŚâ clearing her throat âgetting back into character⌠where were we?â
âI donât know my love, this is all your doing.â
âRight⌠ummmm⌠oh I remember, there was another reason I took your blindfold off.â
Her game face was back on. She leaned down again, but this time she put herself right next to your ear, her whipped cream covered tits now pressed against your chest.
She whispered.
âI wanted to make sure you saw what Iâm about to do to you now since both your face and chest are covered with whipped cream.â
As you turned your head to look at her, she all of the sudden licked a long stripe from your ear, to the front of your face, ending at your nose. âIâm going to lick everyâŚâ
Nagyung licked from your nose to your mouth.
ââŚsingleâŚâ
She licked from your lips to your other ear.
ââŚbit of thisâŚâ
Her tongue moved down your jaw to your chin.
ââŚwhipped cream off of youâŚâ
And then her tongue moved up the other side of your jaw back to where she started.
ââŚuntil youâre all clean.â
âOh, is that so?â Your heart was pounding, your cock was throbbing to touch anything, you felt so hot.
âYes really. I wanted you to watch so that whenever you see me sticking out my tongue in any photo or video, you know that Iâm thinking of this exact moment and so will you.â
âFuuuucccckkkkkk.â You moaned.
She stared into your eyes.
âYeah, thatâs what weâre going to do once I get you clean. Fuck.â
Fuck.
What did you to deserve her.
For the next what felt like an eternity, she cleaned you up using only her tongue and made sure your eyes stayed locked onto hers. She started with your face and then worked her way down your neckâŚ
âŚover your collarbonesâŚ
âŚdown the middle of your chestâŚ
âŚover to one of your nipples the she sucked on for long after the whipped cream was gone from thereâŚ
âŚbefore going to your other one and doing the same exact thing.
While she was cleaning up the rest of your chest her tight ass was slowly scooting further down until she was basically grinding on the top of your cock.
âFUCKKKKKK, FINALLY.â You have been yearning for any sort of touch down there, leaking precum the entire time she had been cleaning you up. While you were being cleans, you were also becoming a mess.
âWhat dummy? Have you been wanting someone to touch you down there? Seems that way with how wet everything is down there.â
Nagyung ground her ass against your cock, her soaked folds rubbing the skin right above it.
âYes⌠FUCK⌠Iâve been waiting for so long. I need you so bad.â
âWell then, why didnât you say something,â she smirked and unmounted you, getting off the bed. She hooked the waistband of her thong with her fingers as you saw just how wet it had become, it was basically form fitted to her puffy folds.
Your mouth was watering as she pulled it down, taking it off. Her now bare pussy was glistening. Good lord. Your cock ached, you involuntarily kicked your legs and let out a moan, wanting to get in there so bad.
âSee something you like?â Nagyung climbed back onto the bed, her thong balled up in her hand. âOpen up that mouth one more time dummy.â Your mouth dropped open and she stuffed the soaking wet thong in your mouth.
It tasted incredible, she always tasted incredible, you have spent many a night just between her legs.
âHowâs that taste?â Itâs like she could read your mind.
âMmmmmmppppphhhhâ
She ran her fingers through her folds as she mounted you and then brought them up to her mouth. âYeah, I think I would agree with that.â Her fingers went back to playing with her folds, your cock so close to her entrance.
âSo now youâre all clean, you know what that means right?â
âFmmppppkkâ
âYes. Fuck.â Her fingers went through her folds one more time before she grabbed your cock, adding even more slickness to your shaft. And then with no warning at all she very quickly lined you up and dropped down.
âŚ
Tight.
âŚ
So fucking tight.
âŚ
You almost choked on her thong as your brain couldnât process the pleasure you felt. She sank all the way down, her walls wrapping tighter and tighter around you as you filled her up.
âFuuuuuuckkkkkk du⌠baby⌠youâre so fucking thick.â
âMmmmmmppppphhhhâ
Nagyung started to roll her hips back and forth, not letting your cock escape at all. You felt her clit grind into your crotch as she pushed down on your chest to balance herself. It was a slower pace at first before she really started to get into it. Slowly getting fasterâŚ
âŚand fasterâŚ
âŚand faster.
She knew how to work her hips with all the choreo sheâs had to learn through the years. DM, We Go, Supersonic, the list goes on. They all were played a part in what she was currently doing to your cock.
You locked eyes with her as her nails dug into your chest. She was close, you could tell it in the way her breathing turned into panting as she started to let out those cute moans that have become one of things that turned you on the most.
She moved her feet to either side of your hips and started to squat onto you. Up and down she went as the PLAP of her ass slammed onto you. Faster and faster, her moans getting hotter and hotter but also cuter and cuter. Her thighs started to shake, you strained against the constraints on your wrists, wanting, no, NEEDING to help her get to that peak.
âIâm so close⌠FUCK. Just⌠just⌠a⌠little more.â
You felt her squeeze so hard around your cock, her back arched as her still whipped cream covered peaks stretched towards the ceiling.
âOH MYâŚ.. OH MY FUCKKKKKKING GOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDD.â
She moaned at the top of her lungs and then collapsed onto you trying to catch her breath. You just laid there. What else could you do with your hands still tied? For a moment she just rested on top of you with your cock still rock hard inside her. Once she recovered, Nagyung went in for what you thought was going to be a kiss as her tongue entered your mouth. Wait⌠the thong was still in your mouth. Guess you forgot when you had the personification of Helen of Troy riding you. She explored the inside of your mouth before you felt her tongue hook and then slowly pull the thong out, dropping it off to the side.
âMy tongue can do sooooo many things.â She laughed.
âHoly fuck that was so fucking hot,â finally able to speak again, âYouâre so fucking hot.â
Nagyung went back in to actually kiss you this time, kiss you like she hadnât heard from you in a long time, which was technically true. You spent a few minutes with your mouths practically melded together while your tongues intertwined. And yes you were STILL inside her. You wanted to stay inside her forever.
When she pulled back, you could tell by her cum drunk eyes and labored breathing she was tiring out. âThat felt so fucking good, you still feel so fucking good in me. Though, I sometimes miss the days when you would just cum when I would.â
âTrust me, itâs taking so much to not cum inside you right now.â
âI bet,â smirking while playfully moving her hips. âIâm kind of worn out from all of that though. I really donât know how you have the stamina to be in control the whole night.â
âItâs because youâre hot as fuck. Itâs really just that simple.â
You both laughed.
âWell I want to make sure you get to cum too, itâs only fair.â She reached for one of your hand restraints.
âAnd I think youâve been enough of a good boy that you deserve a reward.â She untied one of your hands.
âI want you to do whatever you want to me, whatever you need to me so you can cum. Have your wayââ
Your freed hand immediately grabbed one of her tits and squeezed it hard. Right behind your hand, with your newfound freedom of movement, your mouth just latched onto her nipple and sucked not giving a fuck about the whipped cream still on there.
âAHââ
Still sucking, you moved your free hand off of her chest and around her hip.
SMACK.
You loved smacking her cute ass.
âBabe⌠fuuuuuuckkkk⌠give me a sec to get your other hand free.â
Pulling back from sucking on her nipple, âUghhhhhhh⌠fine⌠I just want you so fucking bad baby.â
You still gripped her ass, you were not going to let your hand go as she freed your other hand.
âThere, youâre free. Now just wOOOOOAAAAHââ
As soon as you felt that your other hand was free your mouth immediately went back onto the same nipple, sucking as hard as you were before. Your newly freed hand mirrored what your other hand did, moving it around her and towards her ass.
SMACK. SMACK.
âFUCK!â
Both your hands were gripping her tight ass as you figured out exactly what you wanted to do to her. You stopped sucking and looked directly into her eyes. âReady?â
She threw her arms around your neck and gave you a quick kiss. âOh yeah.â
Immediately with your hands cupping her ass you moved and switched positions with her, you were now on top and her underneath. You couldnât wait any longer. As soon as she hit the bed you started thrusting as hard as you could, driving as deep and fast as you could.
âOH⌠fuck⌠yes⌠just like that⌠right there⌠YES.â
You were grunting with every thrust as she moaned into your ear. You wanted to go even deeper. You wanted to go even harder. Your hands went to the back of her thighs and pushed them up, all the way until her feet were next to her head, folding her in half. Now you had all the leverage.
âGod youâre so fucking amazing. I love you so much.â
âI love you too baby.â You leaned in and passionately kissed her while still slowly moving in and out of her. âIâm⌠Iâm close. Where⌠fuck⌠where do you want me to cum?â
âWhere do you think dummy?â She kissed you again. Thatâs all you needed to hear.
With her thighs still in your hands, you put your whole body behind pounding your cock into her tight wet heat as her puffy folds stretched around you. All you could do, all you wanted to do was watch the emotions on her face as you were pounding herâŚ
And pounding herâŚ
âFuck⌠youâre so fuck⌠youâre so fucking big!â Her hands cradled your face.
And pounding herâŚ
âGOD, I think Iâm going to cum again... fuck... fuck⌠fuckâŚâ
And pounding herâŚ
âYeah? Is my baby going to cum all over this big fat cock?â
âYESSS⌠donât stop⌠PLEASE donât fucking stop.â Her hands fell to rest on your chest.
And pounding her. You felt her squeeze and pulse around you as her thighs in your hands were beginning to quiver. The coil in your stomach was winding tighter and tighter as you slid in and out of her.
Her face shattered into pure ecstasy as her body began to shake with pleasure and she let out a loud moan. It was the hottest thing youâve ever seen and it made the coil in your stomach suddenly unwind. You drove yourself to the hilt deep inside and erupted, emptying everything you had into her. You fell onto her as you let out a loud moan of your own and her arms went around your shoulders as she brought you in close, slowly stroking your back as you rode it out to the very last drop.
You laid there on top of her, the two of you absolutely spent as she gave you small kisses all over your face. âThat was so incredible.â
âYeahâŚâ still trying to catch your breath. âthat was.. you are fucking amazing. I donât really have the words right now other than Happy Birthday.â
She laughed as she slowly massaged your scalp. âThatâs okay honey, Iâm more than cool with you just being right here. And thank you for making it such a memorable birthday. I donât think Iâll ever forget it.â She licked your cheek. âMissed a spot. I know you wonât ever forget this either.â
Just as she said, you were never going to forget this, you knew she was going to start sticking out that tongue more and more in photos, videos, fan cams, you name it. Just so she can trigger that memory in you.
Your breathing finally returned to normal and you pushed yourself up a little bit. Fuck. In the passion and heat of the moment, you had forgotten she was still halfway covered in the remnants of the whipped cream. She was realizing it at the same time you were as she looked down to see what caught your curiosity so much.
You both broke out in laughter at the mess you found yourselves in.
âYeah, letâs go clean all of this off.â
âShower time and then maybe I can finally try some birthday cake?â
âSounds good to me. Shower ti⌠AHHHâŚ.â Before she could finish her sentence, you wrapped your arms around her ass and picked her up off the bed, taking her into the bathroom.
Eunbi gave them a slow, suggestive wave of her hand, inviting them to follow her toward the camp's main hangar. It was a vast space, roofed but open on the sides, where the air seemed to stagnate and the heat became suffocating. In the center, someone had already set up industrial speakers that emitted an electric hum, waiting for the signal. The soldiers walked behind her in a sort of hypnotic procession; no one spoke, only the coordinated sound of their boots and the heavy pants of those who could no longer fake their composure.
When Eunbi reached the center of the improvised space, she stopped and looked back. Her eyes scanned the mass of men surrounding her, forming a tight circle. They were so close that she could feel the heat radiating from their bodiesâa wave of human temperature mixed with collective anxiety. With a fluid motion, Eunbi signaled the sound technician, and suddenly, music with a slow, heavy beat and deep bass began to rumble through the hangar walls. The sound wasnât just heard; it was felt; the bass hit the soldiers' chests like a drum, syncing with their racing hearts.
Eunbi closed her eyes for a second, letting the rhythm possess her, and then she began to move.
At first, the dance seemed almost normalâprofessional and elegantâbut in the context of that place, it became visual torture. Eunbi started with soft hip movements, swaying from side to side while keeping her shoulders relaxed. But what truly captured everyone's attention was the physics of her body. Every time she turned or made a sudden move, her titsâmassive and heavyâbounced violently under the fabric of the dress. The deep neckline ensured that her flesh swayed in a hypnotic rhythm; the soldiers watched as her chest heaved up and down, the fabric stretching to the breaking point and then giving way, revealing flashes of white skin in desperate bursts.
"Fuck... look at that," one of the soldiers whispered, his voice completely broken and his throat dry. "They move on their own... it looks like they're about to jump right out. I can't stop looking... goddamn it, I can't breathe."
"Look at how she moves that ass..." another replied, his gaze locked onto Eunbi's backside as she slowly sank down into a squat. "That fabric is about to rip. If she keeps doing that, someone's going to lose their fucking mind right here."
Eunbi knew exactly what she was provoking. While she danced, she maintained aggressive eye contact with different men, casting glances loaded with playful lust. She slid across the floor, arching her back and pushing her tits forward, exposing them fully to the hungry gaze of the group. The movement was visceral; every shake of her body sent a signal straight to those men's primal instincts.
Sweat began to run down the soldiers' temples, dripping down their necks and soaking the collars of their uniforms. Their pupils were dilated to the max, consuming every inch of Eunbi's figure. The air in the hangar grew heavy, saturated with the smell of desire and desperation. Many of them had their hands clenched into fists, squeezing so hard that their knuckles turned white, fighting the animal urge to leap into the center of the circle and seize that swaying body.
Eunbi ramped up the intensity. She began moving her shoulders rapidly, making the bounce of her tits more freneticâa rhythmic, wild movement that made the dress ride up and down dangerously. She put her hands behind her head, stretching her torso and exposing the tension of her belly and the sheer mass of her chest, letting out a small moan that blended with the bass of the music.
"Do you like it?" she asked in the middle of the dance, her voice sounding breathless and wet. "Do you like watching me move for you? I can feel how you're looking at me... I can feel your hunger from here."
She stopped abruptly, standing face-to-face with the group, her breathing heavy and her chest heaving violently. Her tits continued to sway slightly from the inertia of the movement, and a sheen of sweat began to cover her neck and the valley of her cleavage. The soldiers were on the verge of collapse; the sexual tension had reached a critical point where silence was no longer possible and gasps were the only thing filling the space between the notes of the music. Eunbi looked at them with a malicious smile, knowing she had them exactly where she wanted: broken, starving, and completely under her control.
The music shifted subtly; the rhythm became slower, denser, with a bass that seemed to vibrate directly in the men's bones. The air in the hangar was no longer just hotâit was suffocating, saturated by the ragged breathing of dozens of soldiers and the sweet scent of Eunbi's perfume mixing with the smell of stale sweat. She stood still for a moment, her chest heaving violently, observing the hunger in those men's eyes. She knew they had reached the limit; the tension was a string stretched to the breaking point.
Eunbi let out a low giggle, almost a purr, and slowly brought her hands to the shoulders of the dress. She didn't do it quickly; every movement was calculated to prolong the agony. Her fingers, long and delicate, began to slide the fabric down, inch by inch. The sound of the fabric rubbing against her white skin was almost audible over the thumping bassâa soft friction that made the soldiers hold their breath in unison.
"It's too hot in here, don't you think?" she whispered, casting a glance loaded with malice. "I feel like this dress is squeezing me... I feel like it's suffocating me."
As the dress slid far enough to let one of the straps drop, a collective gasp rippled through the circle of men. The white, smooth skin of her shoulder was exposed, shimmering with a fine layer of sweat that reflected the hangar's fluorescent lights. But the most devastating part happened next: as she lowered the fabric, the support of the dress gave way slightly, causing her massive tits to sway with a real and visceral weight. The soldiers saw the massive curve of her chest partially release from the fabric, revealing an obscene amount of white flesh struggling not to jump out completely.
"Fuck!" one of the soldiers exclaimed, unable to contain himself. "Look at that... it's all coming out. Dammit, I'm going to go crazy!"
"Keep going... just take it off already..." another pleaded in a broken whisper, his gaze locked on the valley between her breasts, where sweat formed small droplets that slid slowly down the skin.
Eunbi ignored the pleas, enjoying the absolute power she held over them. She moved slightly backward, arching her back while sliding the dress further down, allowing the garment to fall to her waist in a slow, fluid motion. The dress didn't disappear entirely, but it hung precariously, leaving the upper part of her torso exposed.
What appeared under the hangar lights was a vision that made several soldiers let out a guttural sound (glup). Eunbi was wearing a tiny bikini, a piece of fabric so small it was an insult. The top was barely a strip of material attemptingâunsuccessfullyâto contain the massiveness of her tits. Flesh overflowed from the top, the sides, and underneath; her breasts were so large that the bikini looked like a joke, a mere suggestion of clothing that left almost everything in sight. One could see the tension of the fabric stretching to the limit, marking the aggressive roundness of her chest and hinting at the pressure of her nipples against the thin material.
Eunbi placed her hands on the sides of the bikini, squeezing the fabric slightly to lift her tits even higher, projecting them forward like two mountains of white, soft flesh. The men were in shock; some had their mouths open, others closed their eyes for a second only to snap them open again, unable to process the magnitude of what they were seeing. Shame had completely vanished, replaced by an animal and voracious hunger.
"Is this what you wanted to see?" she asked, her voice wet and provocative, while swaying her shoulders to make her tits bounce softly under the bikini. "I wonder if it's enough... or if you're still hungry."
The silence that followed was dense, charged with a sexual electricity that made the air spark. The soldiers were no longer a military formation; they were a group of desperate men, veins in their necks dilated and breathing erratic, staring at that exposed body as if it were the most forbidden feast in the world. The tension in their pants had reached an unbearable point, and Eunbi, aware of this, gave them a predatory smile before preparing for her next move.
Eunbi stayed silent for a moment, enjoying the image of the men around her; they were like hungry dogs waiting to be let off the leash. Her eyes scanned the circle, stopping at the trembling hands of some and the way others bit their lower lips to avoid letting out a scream. The dress still hung dangerously around her waist, an insignificant barrier that only served to increase the agony of those present.
With excruciating slowness, Eunbi brought her hands back to the fabric of the dress. She didn't just let it drop; she began to slide it down inch by inch, making the fabric rub against the skin of her hips with a soft sound that seemed to rumble in the hangar's silence. The soldiers were hypnotized, their gazes locked on the line where the fabric separated from her body. They could see the dress sliding slowly down the curve of her white, smooth thighs, revealing skin shimmering with sweat under the white ceiling lights.
When the garment finally hit the floor with a dull thud, leaving Eunbi completely exposed in her tiny bikini, the air in the hangar seemed to vanish instantly.
If the top was an insult, the bottom was a direct and aggressive provocation. She wore a thong that barely existed; a ridiculously thin strip of fabric that sank deeply into the crack of her ass, disappearing between her massive, round cheeks. The bikini covered nothing; it simply accentuated the obscene roundness of her hips and left almost all of her white skin bare. The string of the bikini dug into her sides, creating a small ridge in the flesh of her thighs that made the men want to sink their fingers right there.
The silence was broken by a collective soundâa mix of gasps and heavy exhales filling the space. The youngest recruit let out a muffled moan and had to lean against the wall to keep from falling; his legs shook violently and his breathing was so erratic it looked like he was having a panic attack, though what he felt was absolute sensory overload.
"Holy fucking shit...!" one of the soldiers exclaimed, his voice broken and hoarse. "Look at that ass... fuck, it's huge... it can't be real. Look how the string sinks in!"
"I'm tripping out..." another muttered, his gaze fixed on the curve of her hips, sliding down toward where the bikini barely managed to cover her most intimate area. "Fuck it all, I can't take this anymore. Someone has to touch her now, fuck, my cock is about to explode in my pants."
Eunbi, far from being intimidated by the growing aggression of the comments, let out a playful giggle and took a step back, turning slowly on her heels to face away from the group. She made a deliberate move: she arched her back, pushing her ass backward and making the thong tension even further, sinking deeply into her flesh. The rhythmic sway of her heavy, firm cheeks caused several soldiers to make a guttural sound (glup), swallowing hard as their pupils dilated until they almost covered the entire iris.
"Do you like my clothes?" she asked, looking over her shoulder with an expression loaded with lust. "I think it's a bit small... don't you? I feel like it'll rip at any moment if someone pulls it hard."
The atmosphere had shifted drastically. Military shame and respect had been incinerated by the fire of animal desire. The men were no longer in formation; some had unconsciously stepped forward, breaking the circle to get closer to her. Their faces were distorted, veins in their necks dilated from blood pressure and sweat soaking their uniforms.
Eunbi turned back toward them, her chest heaving violently, making her tits bounce under the small strip of the bikini. She placed a hand on her thigh, sliding her fingers slowly upward, approaching the edge of the bottom fabric dangerously.
"I see you're not shy anymore," she whispered, her voice now hoarser, wetter. "I see you're hungry. And I... I love it when you're hungry. I wonder who among you will be the first to stop looking and start touching."
The challenge hung in the air, dense and electric. The limit had been crossed; the psychological barrier had completely broken. The soldiers were no longer disciplined men; they were predators who had just seen their prey offer herself voluntarily, and the hunger in their eyes was so visceral it could almost be touched. The sexual tension had reached its breaking point: only one movement, one signal, was needed for carnal chaos to erupt in the middle of the hangar.
The silence that followed Eunbi's words was dense, almost solid, interrupted only by the sound of the men's ragged breathing and the electric hum of the speakers. The air was so charged with desire it seemed to vibrate. The soldiers were in a trance, their gazes locked on her, but none dared to take the first step; it was that last vestige of military discipline fighting against the animal tide pushing them forward.
Eunbi, enjoying the agony of those men, decided she had played enough with their minds. It was time to break the physical barrier.
With a predatory gaze, she scanned the circle until her eyes locked onto the youngest recruitâthe one who had been trembling since the moment she stepped out of the car. The boy was pale, his lips dry and his eyes wide, totally overwhelmed by Eunbi's presence. She let out a malicious smile and extended her hand toward him, making a slow gesture for him to approach.
"You... come here," she ordered, her voice no longer just playful but imperative, loaded with a sexual authority that left no room for doubt.
The youth took clumsy steps, almost tripping over his own boots. When he reached her, the smell of vanilla and female skin hit him like a sledgehammer, leaving him breathless. Eunbi looked at him from bottom to top, analyzing the tension in his neck and the way his hands shook violently at his sides.
"You're afraid..." she whispered, moving so close that the heat of their bodies merged. "I love it when you're afraid. It means you know exactly what you have in front of you and you don't know if you can handle it."
Without giving him time to respond, Eunbi took the recruit's right hand firmly. Her fingers were soft but strong, and she guided him directly toward her own chest. There was no subtlety; Eunbi slammed the palm of the boy's hand against one of her tits, sinking it deeply into the mass of white, soft flesh that the tiny bikini barely managed to contain.
The recruit let out a muffled moan, a guttural sound from deep in his throat (glup), while his eyes dilated to the max. The impact was visceral. The sensation of warm, wet, elastic skin under his hand, combined with the massive bounce of the tit against his palm, caused a cerebral short circuit. For a second, the boy froze, fearing this was a dream or that someone would punish him for touching a woman like this.
"Don't just stand there stunned, idiot," Eunbi hissed in his ear, her voice now raw and loaded with dirty talk. "Squeeze... squeeze my tits hard. I want to feel you mash my flesh with your calloused hands. Use your hand, fuck, make me feel like you're a man and not a scared child."
The command was the trigger. The recruit, driven by an animal need he could no longer control, closed his fingers over Eunbi's chest, squeezing with desperate force. He let out a grunt as he felt the softness and firmness of that body, the way the tit overflowed between his fingers, escaping the bikini. Eunbi let out a loud gasp, arching her back and closing her eyes, enjoying the roughness of the contact.
Around them, the rest of the soldiers exploded. Seeing the recruit touching her was the signal they were waiting for. The barrier of modesty shattered into a thousand pieces. Several men stepped forward, surrounding them, with hungry gazes and erratic breathing. Some began to shout dirty words, urging the boy not to be selfish, while others simply gasped, watching as the recruit's fingers sank into Eunbi's white flesh.
"Do it harder!" one of the veterans shouted, his voice broken. "Look how her nipples are marking through that fucking fabric! Take that bikini off her now, fuck!"
Eunbi opened her eyes and looked at the group with an expression of absolute lust. She felt excited by the aggression of the environment, by the smell of masculine sweat that now completely enveloped her. With a quick movement, she reached for the knots of the bikini. First, she untied the strap of the top with a sharp tug.
The fabric snapped, instantly releasing her massive tits. The visual impact was devastating; her breasts dropped with real weight, swaying violently before settling, exposing her erect, pink nipples under the hangar lights. The men let out a collective shoutâa mix of awe and animal desire. But Eunbi didn't stop there. With the same speed, she slid her fingers down and untied the thong that had been sinking into her ass.
The bikini fell to the floor like an insignificant piece of trash. Eunbi stood completely naked before them, exposed in every inch. Her massive tits, her flat belly damp with sweat, and her intimate area, fully uncovered, were on display for everyone. Silence returned for a moment, but it was an electric silenceâthe calm before the animals lunged at their prey.
"There's no more clothes..." Eunbi whispered, looking at the men with a predatory smile while her nipples vibrated from the cold and excitation. "I'm ready now. Now... come and get what you want."
The hangar became a pressure cooker that finally exploded. It wasn't a chaotic or disorganized attack, but a slow, heavy tide of masculine bodies closing the circle around Eunbi, suffocating any empty space. The air became dense, saturated by the smell of testosterone, stale sweat, and the growing humidity of arousal. Eunbi was in the center, naked and glorious, feeling the temperature of the place rise several degrees just from the proximity of so many men burning with desire.
The first contact was like an electric shock. Several hands, calloused and rough, lunged at her simultaneously. One soldier grabbed her tits with desperate force, sinking his fingers into the soft, heavy flesh, while another positioned himself behind her, squeezing her ass with a pressure that left instant red marks on her white skin. The contrast was brutal: Eunbi's extreme softness against the roughness of the military uniform and the hardened hands of hard labor.
"Fuck, she's so soft!" one of the men groaned, his voice sounding like it had sand in its throat. "Her tits are like pillows... look how they overflow between my fingers. I can't believe this is real!"
Eunbi let out a long, wet moan, throwing her head back as she felt the group claim her. There was no trace of fear in her; on the contrary, her pupils were dilated and her breathing erratic, enjoying the sensation of being consumed by that animal hunger. She felt the soldiers' tongues roaming her neck and shoulders, leaving trails of hot saliva that shimmered under the fluorescent lights.
"That's it..." she whispered, her voice hoarse and loaded with lust. "Use me... make me feel how much you've wanted me these past months. Don't stop now..."
Eunbi decided it was time to lower the level of the game. With a fluid movement, while feeling hands continue to knead her tits and others explore the crack of her ass, she slid downward. She let herself drop onto her knees slowly, ending up in a submissive yet dominant position, right in front of the soldier who had been the most anxious throughout the encounter.
The man was paralyzed, looking down at the most desired woman in the camp kneeling before him. Eunbi looked him straight in the eyes, a gaze loaded with dirty promises, and brought her hands to the waistband of the soldier's pants. The sound of the zipper going down was like a gunshot in the hangar's silence; a metallic noise announcing the start of true degradation.
When the soldier's cock sprang out of the pants, hard as a rock and throbbing, Eunbi let out a sigh of satisfaction. She could see the dilated veins running along the member, the tip already wet from accumulated arousal. The smell of musk and sex filled her nostrils, triggering her own lubrication. Without warning, Eunbi opened her mouth and wrapped the head of the member with a slow, sucking motion.
Glup.
The sound was wet and visceral. The soldier let out a muffled cry, arching his back and closing his eyes tight as he felt the suffocating heat of Eunbi's throat enveloping him. She was in no rush; she began to suck with rhythm, lowering her head to swallow as much as possible, making her cheeks sink and the sound of the vacuum resonate in the hangar.
Plok, glup.
Every time she descended, the sound of saliva mixing with hot skin was obscene. Eunbi used her tongue to lick the base and the frenulum, moving with an expert technique that had the man on the verge of a nervous breakdown. The soldier began to pant violently, his hands instinctively descending toward Eunbi's hair, not to push her away, but to press her head deeper against his crotch.
"Oh God... fuck!" the man moaned, his voice breaking. "It's so hot... her mouth is a fucking fire! Keep going, keep going, dammit!"
Around them, the other soldiers were in a frenzy. Some masturbated openly while observing the scene, others pressed against Eunbi, touching her tits and her ass while she remained concentrated on the oral act. The atmosphere was a chaotic mix of sounds: the hoarse pants of the men, the wet noise of Eunbi's mouth (plok), and the constant rub of sweaty skin against uniform fabric.
Eunbi looked up for a second, the cock still between her lips and a string of saliva connecting her corner of the mouth with the tip of the member. Her eyes glowed with absolute malice; she knew she had pushed them to the limit and there was no turning back. She was turning the hangar into a temple of flesh and fluids, where military discipline had completely surrendered to animal lust.
Eunbi felt the soldier reaching his limit; the man trembled violently, and his hands gripped her hair with almost painful force. Just before he exploded in her mouth, Eunbi pulled away with a slow, deliberate movement, leaving a thick string of saliva connecting her lips to the throbbing tip of the member. The soldier let out a grunt of frustration and desire, an animal sound that resonated in the tense silence of the hangar. He couldn't take it anymore; the hunger accumulated for months had transformed into a blind urgency that could only be satiated by penetration.
Without a word, the man grabbed Eunbi by the shoulders and turned her brusquely, forcing her to lean on her hands and knees on the cold floor of the hangar. The position left Eunbi's ass projected upwardâa massive white curve that seemed to invite assault. The thong was gone; now only naked, wet skin remained, shimmering under the fluorescent lights.
"Enough games..." the soldier grunted, his voice sounding like a tear. "I'm going to go crazy if I don't get inside you right now."
Eunbi let out a hoarse gasp, arching her back and pushing her cheeks backward, seeking contact. She could feel the man's hot breath against her skin and the smell of sex and sweat emanating from him. The soldier wasted no more time; he positioned himself behind her, and with a firm, dry movement, guided his cock toward Eunbi's entrance.
The first thrust was slow but deep.
Eunbi let out a muffled screamâa mix of pain and extreme pleasure that filled the space. She felt how the flesh stretched to the limit to make room for the thick, hard member, a visceral sensation of fullness that made her shiver from her fingertips to the base of her spine. The soldier let out a long sigh, closing his eyes as he felt the suffocating heat and tight humidity of Eunbi's interior enveloping him completely.
When he finally entered all the way, both froze for a second, allowing their bodies to adjust to the intensity of the encounter. But the calm was short-lived. Animal instinct took command and the rhythm began to accelerate.
Clap.
The sound was dry and loud; the collision of the soldier's balls against Eunbi's ass resonated in the hangar like a gunshot.
Clap. Clap. Clap.
As the rhythm became more frenetic, the noise of flesh colliding became constant and obscene. It was a rhythmic, visceral sound that marked the beat of desire. Eunbi was completely surrendered; her head hung low, her hands gripping the cold floor while her massive tits swung violently with every thrust, bouncing against the concrete in a chaotic and exciting movement.
"Fuck, you're so tight!" the soldier shouted, his voice broken by arousal. "I feel how you're sucking me in!"
Eunbi couldn't articulate coherent words; she only emitted wet moans and erratic gasps. She felt every inch of the member hitting her internal walls, a hot friction that was taking her to the edge of the abyss. But the most visceral part was the sensation of the other men around her. While the first soldier hammered her from behind, the others didn't just watch.
Two soldiers positioned themselves at her sides, grabbing her tits with brute force, squeezing and molding them while she screamed from the pleasure. Another man knelt in front of her, forcing her to look at him while he licked her lips and whispered dirty words in her ear, describing exactly what was happening behind her.
"Look how that ass rattles..." one of them muttered, observing Eunbi's white skin turning red from the constant impact of the collision (clap).
Sweat began to rain over them; the mix of fluids and heat created a lubricating layer that made the bodies slide against each other. The veins in the neck of the soldier penetrating her were dilated to the max, his muscles tense as steel cables while he pushed with desperate violence. Eunbi felt her world reduce to that sound of colliding flesh and the massive pressure filling her belly.
The tension reached a critical point. The rhythm became so fast that the clap turned into a continuous hum of skin against skin. Eunbi felt an electric shock run through her nerves, a violent muscular contraction that made her arch her back to the limit. She was about to break, and the man behind her was too. The hangar was no longer a place of discipline; it was a nest of throbbing flesh, sweat, and animal lust where the only language was the noise of raw sex.
The sound of the impact was deafening in the hangar; every thrust from the soldier translated into a dry, violent clap that resonated against the metal walls, an animal rhythm that synced with the desperate gasps of the men surrounding her. But while the cock hammered her from behind, the visual center of attention remained her tits.
Because of the positionâleaning on her hands and kneesâgravity caused her breasts to hang heavily toward the floor. With every brutal blow she received in the ass, her tits jumped with obscene violence, bouncing up and down like two mountains of white flesh that knew no rest. The movement was hypnotic; the mass of her chest swayed from left to right, bouncing against her own torso and swinging with a real weight that made the observing soldiers lose their minds.
The two men flanking her were no longer content with caressing her; they had moved to a phase of brute possession. Their hands, large and calloused, sank into Eunbi's flesh with aggressive force. One of them grabbed one of her tits and squeezed it so powerfully that the flesh overflowed between his fingers, distorting the roundness of the breast as he pulled it downward. The other did the same with the other, kneading them like clay, sinking fingers into the softness of her white skin until leaving red marks that contrasted violently with her pale tone.
Eunbi let out a gut-wrenching scream, but it wasn't pain; it was the scream of a woman being consumed by the purest and most degrading desire. She turned her head toward the men crushing her chest and, with eyes clouded by lust and mouth open, began to speak dirty, her voice sounding hoarse, wet, and completely broken.
"Yes... fuck! Keep doing that!" she shouted, while a particularly strong thrust made her arch her back. "Mash my tits! Squeeze them until it hurts, you animals! I love feeling your filthy hands distorting my chest while this idiot breaks my ass from behind... keep going, don't stop!"
Her words acted like gasoline on a fire. The soldier penetrating her let out a roar and increased the speed, making the claps so fast they became a continuous hum of flesh hitting flesh. Eunbi felt her body was a war zone; the constant rub of sweaty skin, the massive pressure in her chest, and the burning friction inside her were taking her to the limit.
"Look at my tits!" she exclaimed, panting violently as she saw her own breasts bouncing frantically with every blow. "Look how they jump for you! Don't you want to feel them? Come and lick my nipples while you fuck me! I want to feel all your tongues on my tits right now!"
At the command, another soldier lunged forward and wrapped one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking with voracious force. Eunbi let out a sharp moan that turned into a scream when she felt the pull of the nipple coordinated with the deep impact of the cock in her belly. The contrast was brutal: the vacuum of the suction on her chest and the massive pressure in her sex.
"Yes... like that... fuck!" she gasped, saliva running from the corner of her lips. "Take me all! Don't leave a single inch of my skin unmarked. I want to wake up tomorrow and feel that every one of you left their mark on my body. Harder, dammit! Push me harder against the floor while you bite my tits!"
The hangar was saturated. The smell of sex was so dense it could be tasted; a mix of vaginal fluids, pre-cum, and masculine sweat. The soldiers were out of their minds, their faces distorted by a hunger that no longer had a brake. The veins in their necks were dilated to the max and their breaths were short, erratic gasps.
Eunbi was at the epicenter of the chaos, feeling her body become an instrument of collective pleasure. Her tits continued to oscillate violently, jumping under the hands and mouths of the men, while the rhythm of penetration reached a point of no return. Every clap was now a promise that the final explosion was only seconds away, and Eunbi, with her raw language and her bouncing breasts, pushed them all toward the abyss.
The hangar had become an echo chamber for the crudest lust; the sound of the clap, clap, clap was so rhythmic and violent it seemed like industrial machinery running at maximum power. Eunbi was in a state of absolute ecstasy, her face pressed against the cold cement while her body was shaken by thrusts that threatened to disassemble her. But the most striking part remained her tits: they were two white and heavy masses that, due to the speed of the rhythm, no longer just bounced but swayed in a chaotic frenzy, hitting her own torso and jumping up and down with visceral force.
The soldiers flanking her were out of control. There were no more caresses; only possessive and brutal grips. One of them had both hands buried in her breasts, squeezing them with such fury that the flesh overflowed between his fingers, molding her tits into grotesque and exciting shapes while shaking them to the rhythm of the thrusts. The other soldier had pressed himself against her, licking the sweat from her back and biting her shoulders, while his hands slid down to squeeze her ass, coordinating the pressure with every blow the man behind her delivered.
Eunbi let out a scream that tore through the air, a wet and prolonged sound that ended in a hoarse gasp. With eyes bloodshot from pleasure and mouth open, she began to spit dirty words, her voice sounding as if it were being torn apart by excitation itself.
"Yes... fuck! Feel how I open up for you!" she screamed, while an especially deep thrust made her arch her back and let out a sharp moan. "Look at my tits, you filthy pigs! Look how they jump while you break me inside! They're so big you can't stop looking at them, right?! Tell me you want to lick every drop of sweat from my nipples right now!"
The man penetrating her let out a guttural roar, the veins in his neck dilating to the limit and his face distorted by effort. His hands clamped onto Eunbi's hips, leaving deep red marks on the white skin, while he accelerated the rhythm to an inhuman speed. The sound of the impact (clap) became a continuous hum; there was no longer any space between one blow and another.
"I'm going to cum... fuck, I'm going to cum in you!" the soldier roared, his voice sounding like a wounded animal.
Eunbi felt the internal pressure reaching the breaking point. Her vaginal muscles contracted violently around the member, sucking it with desperate force. In that moment, Eunbi turned her head toward the men crushing her chest and let out one last command loaded with degrading lust.
"Now! Make my head explode! Fill me with everything! I want to feel your hot milk on my skin, on my tits, on my face! Don't hold anything back, you animals, empty yourselves inside and all over me!"
That was the final trigger. The soldier behind her let out a visceral scream and sank in to the root one last time, tensing every muscle of his body while firing thick, hot jets deep into Eunbi's belly. At the same time, the other soldiers, who had been on the edge of the abyss, collapsed in a collective orgasm.
The hangar filled with violent gasps and broken moans as white, viscous milk began to rain over Eunbi. Some fired against her back, others over her cheeks, but most focused on her tits. Hot jets impacted the white, taut skin of her breasts, sliding down the massive curves and filling the deep valley between them, creating an obscene contrast between the whiteness of her flesh and the viscosity of the masculine fluid.
Eunbi collapsed onto the floor, trembling violently, lungs burning and body covered in a shimmering layer of sweat and semen. Her tits continued to sway slightly from inertia, now stained and glistening under the hangar lights. She lay there, panting, feeling the weight of the men collapsing around her, exhausted and empty, while silence slowly returned to the place, broken only by the sound of erratic breathing and the dripping of fluids on the cold concrete.
The silence that fell over the hangar was so abrupt it felt painful, as if someone had cut the power with a single blow. No trace remained of the frenetic rhythm or the animal screams; there was only the heavy, erratic sound of dozens of lungs fighting to recover oxygen. The air remained thick, saturated by that metallic smell of sex, sweat, and fluids that had become the very atmosphere of the place.
Eunbi remained slumped on the cold cement for several minutes, her face resting on an arm and her eyes fixed on an oil stain on the floor. Her body trembled in residual spasmsâsmall electric jolts running down her spine. She felt the weight of her own exhaustion, but also a dark and visceral satisfaction. She was completely naked, exposed and marked; she felt the viscosity of the semen cooling slowly on her skin, creating a sticky film that clung to her curves.
The most evident part were her tits. Those massive breasts, which had been the center of the storm, now rested against the floor, flattened by their own weight. They were glistening, covered in thick white streaks that slid down the sides and accumulated in the deep valley between them. Some drops still slid slowly toward her nipples, which remained erect and sensitive to the brush of the cold hangar air. Eunbi let out a long, wet sigh, feeling the adrenaline fade and give way to a strange melancholyâthat post-orgasmic void that feels like a hole in the chest.
Around her, the soldiers were shadows of what they had been ten minutes ago. There was no more aggression or hunger; only defeat remained. They sat or lay on the floor, gazes lost and breathing heavy. Some stared at their own hands, surprised by the brutality with which they had touched that body, while others simply closed their eyes, overwhelmed by the sensory discharge that had just broken their psyche. Military discipline had died in that hangar; they had been reduced to their most primal state, and now, the return to reality was a blunt blow.
"Fuck..." one of them whispered, his voice completely empty, almost without air. "What the hell just happened?"
No one answered. Silence was the only possible response. It was a silence charged with a dull guilt and infinite admiration. They had been possessed by her as much as they had tried to possess her.
Slowly, Eunbi began to pull herself up. The sound of her skin peeling away from the damp cement produced a visceral noise that made several soldiers look up at her. She sat back on her heels, letting her tits sway softly with the movement, scattering the drops of semen still clinging to them. There was no trace of shame in her gaze; on the contrary, she observed them with a predatory calm, like someone looking over a battlefield after winning the war.
She brought a finger to the corner of her lips, picked up a remnant of saliva and fluid, and licked it slowly while maintaining eye contact with the youngest recruit, who was still trembling in a corner. The boy couldn't hold her gaze; he lowered his head, feeling small, forever marked by that encounter.
"Looks like you've recovered your morale," Eunbi said, her voice returning to silk, though now with a hint of satisfied exhaustion. "I hope this 'gift' is enough for you to endure the rest of your service without going crazy."
She stood up with a slow elegance, allowing the fluids to slide down her thighs and fall to the floor in thick drops. She was in no rush to cover herself; she enjoyed the way the men looked at herâa mix of residual hunger and almost religious respect. She knew she was leaving, but she left behind something far more permanent than physical pleasure: she had left them a psychological scar. From that moment on, every time those men closed their eyes or felt the rub of their uniforms, they would remember the weight of her tits, the smell of vanilla mixed with sex, and the feeling of having been completely dominated by one woman.
Eunbi walked toward where her dress lay, picking it up from the floor with a nonchalant gesture. As she slid the garment over her body, hiding the stained and shimmering skin, she cast one last look at the group of defeated men. A small smile played on her red lips before she turned and walked toward the exit, leaving behind a hangar that smelled of sin and a lust they would never again experience with the same intensity.
A sip of espresso to calm my nerves. Gosh, the night view from this office is magnificent.
The company is in all time busy and I have barely time for myself. It is late at night but I canât even end the day yet.
We just debuted a five-member boy group and they are doing pretty well, not explosive, but steady. We have a pretty strong company-stan now, thanks to our recent successânotably to IâVE.
I thought we would not need to overly depend on IâVE after debuting a quite successful rookie but I guess I was wrong.
Especially Wonyoung, she has become an irreplaceable asset to our company because of her explosive popularity growth in recent years. It comes with a setback though. The company tends to treat her specialâshe became the princess of STARSHIP.
The special treatments came with costs. Wonyoung pretty much can do anything she wants in the company and no one dares to stop her. Well, they
We thought it would cost us dearly in the future and today, I think I got an example of the potential.
Afternoon earlier, I got a report that the boy group had a disputeâno, a fistfight internally, with each other. It happened in the backstage. From what I heard, the problem is Wonyoung.
How? Apparently, one of them confessed that he was dating Wonyoung secretly after being approached by her but then, he saw his teammate was texting Wonyoung and flirting with her. At first, he confronted his friend secretly, saying that he was Wonyoungâs boyfriend, and asked that friend to back off. But, the friend also confessed that he is Wonyoungâs boyfriend.
In their head, there was no possibility that Wonyoung was two-timing them at all. They didnât believe their friends were Wonyoungâs boyfriend and just said they were delusional about each other. The conflict heatened. First, verbally fought, and then they started using their fists.
I canât fucking believe they broke the no-dating rule and on top of that, they fought in a public space. After I got the report about the fight for the first time, I used almost all the connections I had to stop the journalists from publishing news about it and it cost time and an enormous amount of pocket money. There were also people at the scene I needed to bribe.
âJang Wonyoung two-timed her junior!â thatâs a mega headline.
Wonyoung could lose her IT girl status and that means doom for our company.
But, that is not the worst part. Apparently, after a deep talk with the other members, the others also confessed that they were Wonyoungâs boyfriends.
The fuck! I kept exclaiming that this afternoon. Not two but FIVE! All of them!
I had solved the information leak problem but this case? Itâs a whole different level. They didnât know how to treat the case, especially since Wonyoung is involved and is integral. They are afraid to antagonize her. In the end, I told them that I would deal with this moral problem myself, my way.
And here I am, a 43-year-old man alone at night, sitting at my desk, waiting for those five-fucking-retard in my own office.
*KNOCK KNOCK*
Ah, that must be them.
âCome in!â I said that calmly even though I was boiling inside.
Ah, my suit is a bit messy. I need to appear clean and intimidatingâneed to fix it real quick.
There they are, five flower boys I hate the most today, wearing their casual clothes, faces bruised, walking nervously toward me. They stand in front of my table, like six steps away and it looks like they arenât brave enough to come closer because of my enraged face.
Itâs quiet in a big space office of mine. Let this quietness tell them how mad I am right now. The fact that I havenât had my dinner even makes me even angrier.
Hmmm... It has been a while and I keep looking at them. Should I address the situation now? Right. I think itâs enough intimidation for now.
âWell?â a single word from me makes them flinched. Either my presence is a demon or they know how fucked they are. âYou know why I call you here?â
They nod.
âBecause of me dating Wonyoung-noona,â I still canât really differentiate all of them easily but I am sure he, the one in the middle, is the leader. Since he is used to answering for us on behalf of the group, he is confident to talk first while the rest of his teammate is scared like abandoned kitties.
âWho are you claiming that?â I think he is the main vocalist. âDoes Noona confess to you?â
âNo. But it is just a matter of time. She is too kind to me. She shows signs (that she is interested).â
âI told you that you are just being delusional.â
âAnd who are you to say that?â And that is the lead vocal. âWonyoung-Noona is just sweet to everyone. Arenât you being delusional too?â
âShe is especially sweet to me. You can compare it! And how about you?â
âYou are all just being pathetic. You! You read my chat with Noona and you see yourself we are being lovey-dovey. Wonyoung-Noona sends me her selfie every hour.â
âText? We even go to restaurant dates together!â
Fuck! Brats! They are fighting in front of me? I donât believe they are this immature. Great! Now they are grabbing collars.
*TABLE SLAM*
Yeah, now they are scared.
How immature. I expected it but I didnât think it would be this worse. Word may not change them. They arenât mature enough to behave professionallyâwhat are the trainers doing? They should teach them better.
Maybe I should just skip the fancy words and straight to the point.
Time to show them thisâa red leash that connects to something under my table. The eye-catching leash grabs their attention. I stand up and suddenly, there is a whining voice from under my desk.
At first, they are shocked that I am wearing nothing on my bottom but then, it escalates rather explosively in a few stages.
Their eyebrows raise extremely when a pair of delicate hands appear from under the desk and grab my waist. A woman appears and blows my dick aggressively. All they can see is the back of her head but the black straight hair that looks so maintained and shiny may give a clue.
The leash is attached to the collar on her neck and I see the boys look disturbedâthis kind of stuff is still too extreme for them, boys.
âListen,â when I try to walk, this girl doesnât let me. She whines again, begging me to stay still. âI donât care if one of you or even all of you date Wonyoung. But, I want you to see this first.â
Leaving my table, I walk and stop in front of them. What pops out next breaks their world. From behind my table, JANG WONYOUNG, the girl they are fighting for, is walking on all fours like a lost kitty in a shocking appearance.
She is in full black lingerie with breasts and pussy parts exposed. Butt plug in her ass. There are numerous colorful degrading words on her entire body, from âJANG WHORE-YOUNGâ on her forehead, to âCUM RAGâ on her butt cheek, to âATTENTION WHOREâ on her legs, to âBALL LICKERâ on her chin, and lot others.
Wonyoung is drooling like a dogâit even drips to the floor. There is a load of cum she keeps in her mouth and another one leaking from her vagina.
I pull the rope and Wonyoung falls. But, she gets up on all four again and continues to walk toward me.
What she is looking at intensely is no other than my erect dick. She is frantically chasing after it.
When Wonyoung finally catches my legs and is about to blow my dick, I push her face. She falls hard but gets up immediately. Again, she chases after my dick. I push her for the second time with my right food this timeâbasically kick her down. Wonyoung is whining with a cute voice and face yet I know she is frustrated. Again, she gets up and chases my dick.
The boys are too shocked to even close their mouths. Some of them are even about to cry. The dreamy girl they dreamed behave like a big-time slut, my personal slut. I shatter their dream but I want to turn it into dust.
I finally let Wonyoung suck my dick and she does it rough and sloppy. Fast and powerful, she makes a pull and hard push. Cocking with all her might with doe eyes. Her entire body is trembling in excitement. Wonyoungâs sloppy blowjob is so so so loud, wet, and echoed throughout the room. When she sucks, she does it wholeheartedly till her cheeks sink and her mouth makes loud suction soundsâwhich almost sound like farts. Sometimes she even sucks my ball too with the same intensity.
âMy, my... Wonyoung-ah, itâs rude to ignore my guests.â
Wonyoung turns her eyes to the boys. Her mouth is still busy blowing my dick and there is no change on her face. Not a dust of interest showing on her pupil. She stares at them soullessly while keeping her head bopping.
They are still speechless whether from the shock or they are naturally got hornyâI see bulges on all their pants.
âBoys, meet my âgirlfriendâ. What? Texting? Flirting? Dating?â I said it with an insulting tone. Then, I pull my dick. Wonyoung doesnât want to be removed. She hates it when I pull her hate; she wants to keep sucking my dick.
âUhh~ Isa-nim~,â Wonyoung cutely complained that I forcefully remove my dick from her mouth. He really has an addiction to my dick. Itâs her drug and religion.
I rub my dick on her pretty face wholeheartedly. Since her face is small, it is easily got buried by my dick. Like a dog chasing its tail, Wonyoung opens her mouth and mindlessly chases my dick Sometimes she can kiss it or even put a little part of it in her mouth before I pull it away. She smiles as if it is a game.
âIâm sorry if she behaves like a literal dog. Itâs been a while since we met. Iâm busy and Wonyoung too has a comeback. She worried that I didnât treat myself better because of my busyness. So, Wonyoung kindly visited me and cleaned my dick that I havenât touched since the last time she âcleanâ it.â
âNe~ Isa-nim. Ah, I always miss your big bulging cock~â she is drooling again while licking my dick.
âYou keep calling me Director (Isa-nim). Iâm the CEO (sajang-nim) now.â
âDONâT FUCK WITH ME!â one of the boys, I think the main dancer, suddenly yelled at me. âYou must have drugged her and raped her to the point she is broken!â
Well, thatâs the only explanation they can accept. No way that kind and beautiful senior they adore behaves like an animal. I see his words lit the fire in their eyes.
âR-rright! Who are you trying to fool, huh?â
âYou rapist!â
They start mocking me. One of them was even bold enough to approach me and pull Wonyoung away.
âI-isa-nim!â Wonyoung looks so hurtful to be separated away from me. She stretches her left arm, hoping for me to pull him but I donât.
âLetâs go, Noona. We are here. Let's get out of this. We will surely punish that shameless man for raping you.â
Wonyoungâs expression changes. She looks furious. Strongly, she slaps that boy who drags her in the face. He falls flat on the floor. Then, she spits on his face.
The slap makes the others shocked and shut their mouth. Another of their reality being shattered. That kind of "Wonyoung-noona" they thought was resorting to violence.
Forcing her away from me greatly enraged her. One slap to the face isnât enough to cool her. Wonyoung then goes to the other four. She kicks one on the crotch, and another one on his belly. When she is about to punch the next one, he and the last boy fall on their own. They are scared by her violence.
I see them making stupid faces, realizing how stupid they are. Now, it is actually sunk into their soul that the kind girl they like is a nasty slut.
They are trembling before her. Her stare can kill them. That is how much Wonyoung loves my dick.
It feels ticklish to see how hard she defended me. My ego is getting bigger. I canât believe this girl, the most trendy girl in the whole nation at the moment, is my slut.
I come and hug Wonyoung from behind. Instantly, her rage dissipates. She moans hard and shrilly.
âWhat with the sound?â
âYour cock is touching my butt.â
âAnd does that make you aroused?â Wonyoung excitedly nods. Her tongue licks her lips as she closes her eyes. When her body trembles just by the imagination, I can tell she wants my dick inside her so much. âShould I pull the plug and go anal.â
Wonyoung, once again, nods. Her nods are mixed with light gasps as if she is a literal dog.
I rub my dick just under her labia and I can feel she is dripping down there. Wonyoungâs nipples are hardening.
Both Wonyoung and I are towering over them who still lying flat on the floor pathetically.
Wonyoung then kisses me and I kiss her back. We are giving a show. Aggressive with our mouths, we stumble. Losing our balance. Wonyoung even has his right foot on one of them, stepping it hard on his chest.
I can see various feelings mixed through their facial expression. Frustration, sadness... and there is also jealousy.
Pure love my ass. Men are men after all. They must have dreamed of sleeping with Wonyoung.
What a bunch of hypocrites. Not that I hate it. But, it makes me even want to stomp at them harder.
âHow about this?â Iâm about to give a proposition. âI know you are all hypocrites and prefer honest men. If any of you ever imagined to fuck Wonyoung, take out your dick and stroke them in front of her,â I pull the plug that covers Wonyoungâs ass. âAnd maybe... I will let you do THIS!â
âG-GGAAHHH~â Wonyoungâs body is arching and trembled greatly instantly after I shoved my dick into her anus. She let out a loud shrilling groan. Her mouth is wide open. Wonyoungâs face is filled with joy. She canât stop smiling when I start pounding her. âYEESS! AHHH AHHH! OOUUHH!!â
I see them drooling over Wonyoung once again. That reaction her petite body makes when I fill her with my dick turns them tense. Still, there is still no one who takes out their dick as I proposed. They still want to pretend.
âWonyoung-ah~ Look at these boys. Arenât they cute?â Wonyoung doesnât answer. She is focusing on ramming her ass onto my crotch. âDo you want to fuck them?â
âSHIREO!!â short, loud, and hateful. Wonyoung feels so disgusted just by imagining it.
âWill you fuck them if I ask you?â
Wonyoung whining again. âShireo~! Donât make me do that, Isa-nim!â
âWhat if there is a reward?â
âAhhh ahhh a-ahhh~ A reward? What?â she is expecting something.
âMaybe one week trip alone with me? You can do whatever you want with me.â
âReally?â she is baitedâshe likes the idea. âI want three hours of non-stop anal. Can you give that?â
âIâll give you four.â
âA-ahhh~ And w-we will do that all day for one week?â
âAt my personal villa. Indoor... or outdoor. Clanking our wine glass. Fancy stuff. Beautiful view. And... as promised, four hours of non-stop anal each round. Weâll fuck, rest, repeat.â
âThen YES! Yes! I want that!â Wonyoung looked blinded by the plan. âIâll fuck them! Iâll really fuck them, Isa-nim.â
There, I set a game. The look in their eyes changed.
âNot so fast, Wonyoung-ah. We need to see their effort.â
While watching me annihilate Wonyoung's ass, they are thinking hard.
There... One boy took out his dick. Following suit, the others also unzip their pants and start stroking his dick. I strip their last dignity. Now they know each other better that they are just a bunch of horny boys. I take it as a team building because if they know each other shameful past, they will start respecting each other.
As they start stroking, I pound Wonyoung harder. She screams like a bitch and I shut her mouth with my right fingers. I feel the cum I told her to keep in her mouth is disappeared.
Wonyoung legs are weakened. Eventually, she drops. Her right knee is between the legs of one of the boys who look extremely intense as Wonyoungâs breasts are flapping violently just above his dick. He tries to sneakily touch her left breast but Wonyoung slaps his hand away.
âNo one touches my girl until I said otherwise. Do that again and not only I force you to resign, but I will also shove your own contract straight to your ass,â Wonyoung looks happy that I take her side.
Getting rougher with my humpings, Wonyoung can hold herself straight. She puts her left hand on that boyâs chest while I pull her right one. All of them, especially the boy under Wonyoung, look stressed. Their libido must be sky-high but all they can do is stroke their dick.
But, I can still see a ray of hope. They think, if they amuse Wonyoung with their dicks, I will let them fuck her. No! Like I said, she is my bitch! My cum dumpster! Only I am allowed to use her holes. My promise? Thatâs just an empty promise. I canât wait to spit it on their faceâshowing them whoâs the boss.
But first, let me torture them.
âWonyoung-ah~â I sweetly call her.
âYes, Isa-nim?â          Â
*SLAP*
I hit her right cheek. A hard slap that almost throws her body. Wonyoungâs cheek is bright red and a bit swollen. Her eyes are unfocused. I spit on her face and slap her againâthis time on the left.
Again, I slap. One more time. Harder. Again!
Those boys look so irritated that I can do whatever I want to Wonyoung. Seeing the girl they like being slapped in front of them must be infuriating but they canât do anything. Even if they help, Wonyoung will not appreciate it.
Both Wonyoungâs cheeks are swollen and red from my slaps. Her hair was messy and she looked about to faint. But, she just smiles at me. Wonyoung just likes anything I do to her body.
I choke her tight and strong. Those boys gasp. Come on, I dare you to stop me. They are hesitating, thinking it is just a kinky play. But, Wonyoung becomes harder and harder to breathe. They look so worried.
Wonyoung doesnât say anything. Even though she smiles, she canât hide that she is also hurt.
Laughing in silence, I release her. Wonyoung drops on that boyâs top but he is not sure whether to touch her or not.
Wonyoung is coughing hard and looking for air. That defenseless girl looks so fine and the boys know it. Tall, petite, pretty, and naked, I can see their dicks are twitching hard.
âUgh!!â I pull the leash. Wonyoungâs neck is choked once again. Grabbing her hair, I shove her small face onto my crotch once again.
âWonyoung-ah, I think you did a terrible job cleaning my dick. Itâs still dirty.â
I havenât cleaned my dick myself since forever. After Wonyoung became my slut, I only clean my dick and ass with her mouth. But, she was busy with her comeback and I think that was why she teased this boy. If it is an addiction, then what Wonyoung felt is the withdrawal symptoms.
âReally? Let me clean it again, Isa-nim,â even though she is tired after the kinky slaps, Wonyoung looks as thrilled as ever when itâs involving my dick.
âRight here. Look closer,â I said.
Wonyoung comes closer, walking on her knees.
âEodi?â she said cutely. Her tired face looks playful as she dives into my crotch.
Wonyoung spits on my crotch and then sweeps it with her face like a rag, from my V-line to the part under my dick. With her cheeks, nose, forehead, and even her eyelids, Wonyoung uses any part of her face to sweep my crotch. Her face is now shiny due to how much she spat on my crotch.
Right, I havenât had time to wash my butt properly too.
I lift my butt for a moment and put it on her face. My weight forces her down. Her body bends but does not fall. Without my order, Wonyoung already knows what to do. I feel her tongue freely rimming my arse. It is an awkward positionâshe, between my legs, with face buried in my ass. Meanwhile, my ball is sitting on Wonyoungâs head.
The boys look at me in envy. They start to stroke harder. I tease them by shaking my butt, rubbing my dirty butt crack on Wonyoungâs face.
Every time I go hard at Wonyoung, they are always torn between annoyed and horny. It is so fun to tease them.
Getting naughty, I slowly descend to my bottom. Wonyoung is surprised. She is pressed by my butt against the floor. From sitting on her knees, she falls on her back. Eventually, I sit on her face.
Without holding myself, I let my weight crush her face. Wonyoungâs body is trembling. I can feel her grunting on my ass. Her breathing starts to mess up. Itâs the second time she choked on top of being crushed.
But still, even in this situation, I can feel her tongue licking my anus frantically.
The boys look like they want to eat me alive for going brutal on Wonyoung. But, no one tries to stop me. Their career is more important than what they call âloveâ LOL. They should see the idiotic face they make right now. Being exposed again and again, I will be embarrassed seeing myself in the mirrorâif they are smart enough to realize it.
Huh? Crap. Her breathing starts weakening.
The moment I lift my butt from Wonyoungâs face, she gasps so loudly, desperately looking for air.
Still, she smiles at me.
Iâm a bit tired and I think I have the boys occupied for quite a time now. Maybe I should finish the lesson.
âYou guys...â they donât answer back immediately. â... Lift Wonyoung for me.â
At first, they are hesitant but in the end, they follow my order with grumpy faces. They are dying to touch Wonyoung. I can see them trying to hide their excitement as they lift her up.
Together, they hold Wonyoung in front. As I ordered, they spread her legs wide, from end to end. Wonyoung isnât that flexible so her legs are trembling like crazy when they force it to spread. Meanwhile, Wonyoung is grabbing their necks to stabilize her position.
Those boys become even more nervous as they are now skin-to-skin with Wonyoung. I can see their dicks twitching even wider by itself, almost like ghosts stroking their dicks.
Wonyoung looks at me flirty. Even though she looks dead tired and battered up, she can still put on a naughty smile to attract me.
I come and kiss her, eating her chin a whole. As I press forward with my lips, the boys are holding their position. The shakiness of Wonyoungâs position gives a unique experience.
Kiss breaks. Wonyoungâs eyes doe-d as our lips are separated. She licks the silver line made from our saliva. Her lips are shiny and a bit swollen after my aggressive kiss.
She looks so ready for my dick. Thus, I give her what she wants.
âA-aahh~â
What a lovely voice she makes; what a lovely expression she makes. It thrills me. Wonyoung has that lewd face that asking for abuse.
I pump forward. The boys are firmly holding their pose while Wonyoung is screaming moaning next to their ears. I can see their feet are shaking. Their heart is ripped even deeper and crueler, watching their dreamy girl behaving like that.
But, they are invisible to Wonyoung. All she sees is me.
âAhhh AHhhH~ Ouuhh~ More~ More~ Give me more Isa-nim~â she sticks out her tongue, dripping saliva from its tip. Her eyes are rolling upward.
The boys become shaky. I canât get a firm grasp but still finely stabbing my girl.
Wonyoungâs hug becomes tighter when I go harder as I go. Sometimes she hiss right through one of the boys' earsâthe one that I canât see because her body covers him.
They become mutes and just watch me abusing their dream girl with defeated faces.
I pump Wonyoung in fury. Her pussy is a bit loose than the last time I rememberâmaybe I shouldnât have fucked her so many times. Still, it tastes like heaven. On top of her being young, her horny expression makes me passionate.
Constant and hard, I pound her. Pound and pound. Pound and pound. Wonyoung is loud despite being tired. Her hip starts twitching. I can feel her cum coming and dripping. This girl is helpless, canât live without my dick.
My dick starts throbbing too and it gets harder and harder. I grunt. My muscles are tightened.
Then, it feels like I stretch a rubber band and let it loose. Following that brief sensation, I erupt a massive amount of cum into Wonyoung, filling her with my seed.
âO-ohhh~â I canât stop myself from moaning through this heaven. Me and Wonyoung moan in sync.
What can I do is instinctively push the cum I store into her vagina. It keeps coming. Right, only she can make me cum this much.
After I feel I have unloaded all I have, I pull my dick. Apparently, my dick is still dripping cum.
The boys put her down. Wonyoung weakly sits. She checks her pussy and brightly smiles when she sees white thick liquid leaking from her pussy.
Doesnât want to waste it, she sweeps the cum on the floor with her fingers and lick it.
âYou cum so much, Isa-nim. What if I got pregnant again? It will be the fourth time,â she looks so worried that her body will change if she is pregnant.
âThen, get an abortion. Like you usually did.â
The boys arenât even shocked anymore.
With everything that I have shown them, Wonyoung is a princess no more. The funny thing is that they keep stroking their dick, hoping they will get a turnâwhat a bunch of losers.
I am tired.
And hungry.
I sit on my desk next to my nameplate made from the finest wood with gold glitterâmy pride. There is a single packaged corndog that my assistant had reheated by microwave for my dinner. Too bad itâs cold now. But still, I can still have it as my dinner. Right, I always love this street food.
While I eat the corndog, Wonyoung is cleaning my cum on the floor. She licks them deliciously and traces them back to me.
Without me realizing, I have cum spilled on my left toe too. Wonyoung just blatantly sucks my toe. Even when she has cleaned the small spot of the cum, she keeps licking my toe in detailâsweeping the gap between the toes with her tongue.
The boys are still there. Keep watching. Keep stroking. Holding their breath.
âThatâs enough from me. You can flirt with Wonyoung or even date her for real but only I can fuck her. Now, dismiss!â
âB-but, s-sir...â they look disappointed. Of course, they expect me to let them fuck Wonyoung. I donât need to address it back. What I just need to do is mock them with my victorious smile. They realize itâs just an empty promise. Foolish, hahaha.
The boys turn around and make their exit. Even their backs look pathetic.
Suddenly, I hear Wonyoungâs belly grumbling. Right, weâve been in my office for hours. We still donât have our dinner. I think I can share my corndog.
Wonyoung looks at me, looking at me stroking my dick, squeezing every last drop of cum in my dick. Apparently, there is still a lot. I pour my cum to the corndog as if it is a sauce. Put a lot lot lot of it until almost the entire upper part of the corndog is covered with my âspecial sauceâ. Wonyoung sits her chin on my knee, waiting for me to serve my menu.
The size of the corndog is so big, almost thrice of my dick. Nevertheless, I feed her my corndog. Wonyoung opens her mouth as wide as she can but it doesnât fit. With my strength, I force it in. Finally, it plugs in. Wonyoung canât move her lips because of the size of the food. The white sauce smeared all over her upper lip.
After a great struggle, she can bite the corndog. I can see a stretch in her mouth. Itâs too slurry for the mozzarella; itâs my thick cum, mixed with sausage, cold mozzarella, and the bread part.
Without realizing it, I am holding my breath watching her eat a mere corndog. Ah, this slut makes me hard again.
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I'm not going to warn you. The first line should be enough to know what you are getting into.
Rei's pussy is a spire the way you slay it, your cock is a spire the way she
slays it. You could call it Slay The Spire 2âŚ
But let's back up, there was a bit more before that.
The night started simply, Liz told you to BEGONE! So you went over to your best friend's house. You knocked on her door, she was half naked with her headphones on. Both excited and unexcited to see you, she dragged you in before you could think of an Escape Plan.
She pushes you to her bedroom, Lifting you up the stairs. You'd never guess what's on her computer monitor, hey at least she's on Aeonglass. She must be a Master of Strategy, where were you?
Oh yeah, the 'fucking' thing.
There wasn't any Prep Time. "You interrupted my gaming, so you will be my game." She groans, pushing you onto her comfy bedâ adorned with all the Slay The Spire makeship plushies money could buy, "Understood?"
"Yes, Rei."
"It's the Reigent to you."
You are so not calling her that, she's quick to Expose her lower half in one go. Pattering over as she climbed over your face. More accurately you are Crushed Under the weight of Rei's pussy on your mouth, but that's more a blessing than a curse. You greet her instantly, letting her ride your tongue. There's No Escape from the pace she sets, fast and hard as all of her taste hits you.
"Know Thy Place!" She moans, rolling her hips, holding on to the headboard and using you for her pleasure. You aren't above showing Greed, drinking up all of her, feasting on her cunt more than just what was allowed. Perhaps that is what this is, an endless Folly.
But if this is your Folly, may you toil eternally.
You moan, she moans, the soundtrack of her game is the backdrop for all of these sounds. "Fuck! Mm, that's a good interruption, pretty glad you are here, fuck." Rei Monologues, while you Prolong your actions. Oxygen is irrelevant right now.
Though evidently, sexual action with Rei is just like the game, being turn based. Now its your turn, an Energy Surge empowers you to push her off your face. She falls into her mattress and you are Unrelenting, grabbing her thick thighs and pulling close.
She trembles as your tongue is back up against her, this time though its fully in your control. Through sheer True Grit you devour her, it's erotic, filthy and disrespectful. Her wetness gets smeared all over your lips, the corners of your mouth. If you are her game and the win-condition is an orgasm.
You will Make It So.
"Mmh!" You have to keep Rei on the bed, her legs actively trying to Defy and reach Act Three. She's the best elite combat you've ever had, she's in a Haze while you keep up your combo. Rei's whining and the games truly back, two of your fingers join in. Thrusting in and out, doing some Hand Tricks. Hitting all the right spots, sucking her clit.
It's all a Well-Laid Plan, your eyes look up at her, her mouth's agape, she's so close.
"I'm, gonna, gonna cum!" That's a Victory? The orgasm has her Glowing, gushing all over your fingers and her sheets. You Wish to be in this moment forever, but the show isn't over yet. Rei recovers in a Blur, suddenly she's back up and your pants are down.
"Let me see what you are working with." She treats your cock like the Ironclad's sword, holding it firmly. Spitting on tip and rubbing it in recklessly. "Let me Stoke it a little, get you ready for what's to come."
She does just that, making out with you as her hand pumps you, both of you Huddled Together. Rei's hand is warm, really warm. It feels like the Brightest Flame. Fuck.
Rei's shamelessly sticking her tongue as deep into your mouth as you did her hole. Her spit mixes with yours (there's a lot of it.) Sloppily making out while she gets to terms with your cock. She's The Smith the way she's made you harder than a steel beam.
Her lips pull off yours and you are Dazed. "There's so much I could do, suck your cock until you shoot it down my throat. Or I could slide it in, ride it until you pass out. Maybe I could push my thighs around it, lift up and down until you helplessly spurt all over them. Decisions, Decisions."
Rei has her mind made up, truly in Demon Form as she pushes you down. "So big, so hard." You breathe heavily as your tip is brushing against her, a Tremble while Rei rubs against you, it's bliss, hell, how quickly she's got you Enthralled.
"This cock is going deep inside me, I need it so badly." With that, Rei Follows Through, slipping down and engulfing every inch of you. She's intoxicating, like taking every Elite even though you know it's a bad idea. You just lay there and take it, she bounces and you watch your cock come out wetter than it was before.
She's quick, a Bombardment of bounces, skin slapping against each other. Rei is a very adamant woman, nothing is going to stop her from riding you like the world's going to explode. Not even an Heirloom Hammer to the face.
"You are going to see stars, generate stars, whatever, fuck." Well logic was out of the window awhile ago, you are just happen to get Bury'd deep inside of Rei. She's so horny that she can't maintain rhythm, just chasing her Ascension 10. you both knew from the moment you began you were on Borrowed Time.
And now here you are, back at the beginning. Rei's the spire and you are the spire, she's delivering her attempt to finish the game by making you finish. Her turn's not over yet, being inside her raw has truly Captured your Spirit.
Sweat shines on her deliciously smooth skin, if her hands weren't forcing you into the bed you'd lick it all clean. Ravage her body like the eager slut you are. But you are always Thinking Ahead, and when she starts to slow you say nothing. Just pick her up and throw her back onto the bed. Your sex is the true roguelike experience, pick a different build (face riding, cock riding) and still go onto the same route.
How poetic.
You pounce onto her, sliding into her cunt at the same time you are on top of her. Your dick must be enchanted with Momentum the way her moans get louder with every time you push deep, targeting the right spots. "Fuck ne harder, fuck!"
You lick all the salty sweat off her skin, it turns you on so much that you throb helplessly inside of her. But this is not where the run ends, you are far too Feral. "Oh, oh my god, okay! Fuck me, fuck me harder!" You were surprised you were even able to, Overlocking your thrusts and Doubling your Energy. Everything to make Rei feel euphoric, even if you have to Scavenge the power to keep going.
"I, your cock is so good! I can't hol-" Rei gives up, cumming her brains out as you plow her through it. impressive how you don't follow, she Claw's at your back while you pound her like a Osty. You are fucking her full, the only thing left to do isâŚ
Your orgasm Rattles you, dumping your thick load deep inside, filing her to the brimâ you are truly the Conqueror to her spire, hitting the Knockup Blow instead of the Knockout Blow. The legend, another Victory? Her walls milk more of your cum out. she's bred, happy.
But, there's four acts.
Something happens, a spark, you've been fucking on video game logic and this is no different. A few minutes and you are inside Rei's tight asshole, lube was the three keys. This is the summit, you've never been here before but your memory is crystal clear.
Normally you fight a spear, this time you are the spear, spearing inside of her. The easiest way to a girl's heart is to make her cum, so it seems like you will be finishing this final act. Rei's ass cheeks Thunderclap with every thrust, it's total Havoc. It's sort of like a multiplayer card, you pound her ass like she begs and she fingers her cum filled pussy.
Teamwork.
You continue to Heavenly Drill the another orgasm out of her, another shriek and more. No matter how many times you make her cum, you never seen to get further in winning the fight. An infinite stalemate, though her juices Splash off her fingers and into the bed, which is close enough to a victory.
"Please, treat my ass however you want! Fuck, keep going!" The entire street hears it, a Countdown is active. You can only go for so long, a final Spur to make sure this orgasm is The Bomb. "More, please, please, please, I Am Invincible I can take it!"
Helix, Heavenly, what does it matter? You are drilling her, time is drawing to an end. You are Doomed, flooding her asshole with a load of it's own, that's the true Victory. Rei completely dripping, both your cum and her sheer arousal. Converged into one.
It's complete Mind Rot when you pull out, watching it flow out all into a pile, your body is Withering. This run might be over. But you and Rei can definitely do another some other time.
"That was really⌠really good. You are my new fuck toy, got it?"
"Itâs fifty-fifty. It either happens or it doesnât."
You set your glass down on the table so hard it nearly cracks. "It is not fifty-fifty."
She shrugsâChaewonâs quintessential uncaring attitude about anything you sayâas she falls down into the couch. "But it is, though." She pops open another beer like she hasnât had enough to drink already.
She always does this. Chooses some ridiculously wrong position to dig her heels in. Like if she just believes it to be true, the universe will bend to her will out of sheer exasperation. You should just ignore it, and just let her believe what she wants to believe. There really is no point to it with her. You drag a hand down your face, because you've been here before. Youâre always here. There is a universe where youâve been having this argument since the dawn of time. Monty Hall sits upon his cosmic throne and watches you suffer.
"You pick a door," she says, holding up one finger like she's making a serious mathematical point and not actively committing a war crime against logic. "And then Montyâwhoever the fuck he isâopens another door. And now thereâs two left. So, you know. Fifty-fifty. You either win the prize or you donât win shit."
âYouâre a fucking idiot.â
And she still doesnât care. If anything, she revels in your frustration, grinning and taking a lazy sip from her beer.
âI thought you liked your girls a little stupid,â she muses. You like Chaewon. Always have; since before her rejection and until now.
She might be onto something.
âThatâs what I saw earlier at the club, anyway,â she mumbles, and itâs pointed, a sharp dagger concealed by a hushed voice.
You pay it no mind. Itâs just Chaewon being Chaewon. Doing everything in her power to annoy the fuck out of you. You shake your head. âI like my girls with a basic understanding of probability.â
She hums, her gaze dragging over you, and it lingers. Long. Too long. So long itâs causing the alcohol induced haze to retreat from your brain. Then she just smiles again, takes another sip, and the buzz is back.
Chaewon stretches, arms flexed into a peak above her head, sliding against the backrest of the couch, her head landing against the armrest of the couch opposite of where you're sitting. Her legs stretch out off of the floor, her dress riding up, clinging to and stretching on her hips.
Itâs a performance, designed to squeeze out resistance from any sap that would dare defy her. Itâs impossible to tell if this is just Chaewonâs purest form, her instincts kicking in to naturally make any man submit, or if itâs a carefully crafted weapon, deliberately utilised and aimed with immaculate precision. Either way, itâs fucking lethal.
Lace-trimmed thigh-high covered feet land in your lap, crossed. You glance down at them. Stifle a thought of fucking the exposed part of skin right below her dress and above her socks. Breathe out through your nose, annoyed.
She sees. She was waiting for you to see, to be more exact.
âWhat?â she asks, but she knows the answer. Feigning innocence, but the chances of it convincing you are slim. âIs the view not to your liking?â
You flick your eyes up to meet hers. Flat. Unamused. Stern. âJesus, Chaewon.â
She cocks a half smile, hands up in the air like sheâs being put under arrest but confident she can flirt her way out of it. âRelax. Itâs just a joke.â
Right. Just a joke. One sheâs been playing at for far too long now. One youâre absolutely not in the mood for tonight. One that is quintessentially Chaewon. Mean. Sloppy. Reckless.
Thatâs what alcohol does to her. She gets all handsy and touchy and feely, disregarding any feelings or reservations youâd have about being touched meaninglessly by the girl that didnât want you.
And the joke is not exclusive to you either. Youâve seen her like this before, with other guys. Hands on their shoulders and theirs on her hips, leaning in too close, laughing too loud. Itâs just her usual mess. It doesnât mean anything.
Sheâs warm, just warm enough that you can feel her through your clothes. But warm enough to make you fear the sparks could ignite something that shouldnât be. Before you can have any more prohibited thoughts, you shift, trying to nudge her legs off of you.
She doesnât budge. Deliberately. Straight up refuses to even acknowledge the attempt.
You sigh. âGet your legs off of me.â
Chaewon blinks at you, lashes fluttering faster than your heart can beat, her lips poutingâ a poor substitute for saying she canât believe youâd say that to someone this cute. She chuckles, transforms it into a smirk, and tilts her head.
âMake me.â
She presses the arch of her foot against your crotch. Itâs right on target. Light. Testing. Provocating.
Itâs impossible not to react. You could sit here, not do anything, let her rub your hardening cock through your pants a bit, enjoy the feeling of her getting you worked up. But thatâs not what this is about. You know this pattern. As soon as you acknowledge it, it stops, and even if it didnât, it would all be meaningless.
So you react. You grab her ankle, and shove her legs off of you.
She lets out a soft âoh,â before laughing, low and amused. She works herself back up right, shifting her legs underneath her, but she doesnât look the slightest bit deterred.
âWow,â she mocks. âSensitive.â
You roll your eyes, reaching for your drink. Itâs water. Unlike Chaewon, you know when to quit, much to her annoyance. âStop being weird and focus.â
âI am focused!â she retorts, all tension and energy. âAre you focused?â she says finally, slow, saccharine, like honey that's taking its sweet time to drip from a spoon into your mouth. âNot too distracted by how fuckable I look in this dress?â
You donât acknowledge it. Again, no point. You set your glass down with a deliberate clinkâ any noise to replace what she just askedâthen reach for three random objects on the coffee table; her phone, a book, and a coaster.
âWeâre settling this tonight.â
She puts her beer back on the table, folds her hands in her lap, and sits with her whole body pointed at you. She shakes her body loose with slight movements. Then, slowly, she smiles.
âPlease,â she says, voice sultry and teasing. âTeach me a lesson, professor.â
Youâve probably explained the theory to Chaewon more times than there are episodes of the show that inspired the discussion. Itâs time for a practical run-through. You grab the three nearest things you can find and leave standing upright to function as make-shift doorsâyour phone, your glass of water, and a book Chaewon has been quipping from for the past month, How to Date Men When You Hate Menâand you form a neat row of three. âLetâs drill it into your skull. Three doors. One has a prize. Pick one.â
And for all the effort you put in, she barely looks. Eyes on you, finger pointing in a different direction. âThe book.â
âRight, and that was a random choice out of three, meaningââ
âThat I was either right or I was wrong. Fifty-fifty.â She shrugs, and shuts the door on this method of having her understand.
Sheâs perfectly frustrating. âitâs not fifty-fiftyââ
She shifts the opposite way from her previous slide, her head landing in your lap. Her cheek rests against your thigh, and her provocation pokes at your heart. She gazes up at you, lashes fluttering a hypnotic rhythm. âThis is more comfortable. Keep going.â
How could you?
âChaewon.â
She hums, but she doesnât acknowledge your protest. âWhat? Does having a cute girlâs face this close to your dick make you nervous?â
Ignore it. If you acknowledge it, it only gets worse. You push it down, sheâll eventually grow bored, and as long as the boulder doesnât slip from your hands, youâll be done with this forever. âOkay, so now, Montyââ
âYouâre looking a little serious,â she muses, herself looking anything but. âWould you look like that while getting head? All furrowed brows, all focused?â Her lips curve deviously like the curveballs sheâs throwing you. âOr would you be more relaxed? I can go deep, you know. No need to worry about me.â
Every cell in your body is telling you to push back, take her up on what sheâs offering, and let her ruin this night. But you know. Youâd get your hopes up, but sheâd just call it a silly joke. Keep ignoring it. Sheâll get bored.
You take a slow breath. Slow down your rhythm. âAre you done? Monty opens a door that isnât the prize. That leaves two doors with potential. Your first pick was only right one-third of the time, so if you switchââ
âAaaah.â Her mouth opens, tongue peeking out like a landing strip, eyes fluttering shut like sheâs waiting for you to shove your cock inside.
Thatâs it.
You shove her off, not rough, but firm, standing up from the couch you might have sunk in immediately. âCan you cut it the fuck out?â
Sheâs back upright, giggling, back landing against the couch, legs curled beneath her. âWhatâs wrong? Blood rushing away from your head?â
âDo you ever stop?â
Her arms stretch over her head again, and youâre starting to see a pattern with the way her dress is stretching against her hips. âNot when Iâm having fun.â
Itâs maddening. Talking with Chaewon is selecting a door, continuing to talk with her is being shown the wrong door and choosing to take it willingly. âYou really donât care how frustrating you make the Monty Hall problem, do you?â
She smirks. She must think she has it all figured out. âI already told you. Either something happens, or it doesnât. Fifty-fifty, dude.â
âThatâs really not how probability works.â
âThatâs how life works.â
You shake your head, and accompany it with an equally disappointed sigh. âYou just donât want to admit when youâve made the wrong choice.â
She stills, and itâs eerie. It shouldnât have happened. Then, like a mask slipping back, she recovers with a sly grin. âOr maybe I just like my way better.â
Before you can argue, she makes her move, getting up, pressing against your arm, chest squishy, warm and deliberate against you. âBut you can explain it to me as many times as you want.â
Sheâs impossible. âChaewonââ
And she leaves no room for response. âGo on,â she purrs, pushing her tits smush against your bicep, molding around the way your muscles tense. âTeach me.â
Your patience and her dress have one thing in common. Theyâre both razor-thin. âI mean it.â
She hums, and she smiles, and sheâs convinced youâre going to give in any second now. âNot a fan anymore of me touching you?â Her voice drops, all warmth and provocation. âWould you rather reverse the roles, have you touch me? Be careful. Iâm sensitive.â
Your fingers wrap around her wrist, pulling it high with a firm and stern motion. âCut it out.â
She clicks her tongue, and scowls in return. The joke is over, and you ruined her fun. âYou liked it plenty when that slut at the club was all over you.â
âThatâs different,â you say, your jaw tightening up. She knows it is, and itâs not fair. Does she think she can get away with it just because youâve got a thing for her? Or, used to have, you try to convince yourself.
Sheâs so clearly unimpressed itâs almost hurtful. It wasnât a lie though. It was different, that girl at the club never tore your heart out. But none of that matters when Chaewon wants to have her fun. She scoffs. âMustâve been nice. You didnât even flinch when she touched you. Just leaned into her, didnât push her away like you do with me.â
You donât answer. You let go of her wrist, sit back down, unsure what to make if anything yourself. You could have gone home with âthat slutâ. Had a great evening. Instead, youâre here, keeping your promise to Chaewon that youâd make sure she got home safe, wasting another night on a girl that should have long been in your past already.
That same girl plants both her knees next to yours on the couch, dress creeping above her hips, exposing the slightest hint of black and lace panties straddling your lap, settling against you.
You hate how right she feels here.
She rocks her hips down, just slightly, just testing the waters. And like an experienced professional, the jokeâs back on. âYou sure you donât want to have a little fun?â
Your hands clamp around her waistânot pulling her closer. Pushing her off.
She doesnât move. Doesnât resist. Just concedes as the distance grows.
âCome on,â she murmurs, trying to make sense of it all. âYou used to love looking at me.â
Your arm extends fully, pushing her as far as your body allows. âThat was a long time ago.â
She lets out a small scoff, more hurt than the lost one, finally relenting and shifting off your lap. The joke is no longer fun for anyone in this room.
You just have to bite the bullet. Separate her from yourself, let the alcohol fade from her system and figure out what to do after that. âGo to bed,â you exhale sharply, a forced sense of finality in your voice. âIâll sleep here, and be gone before you wake up.â
Chaewon stares at you like you just suggested the unthinkable. Her eye twitches, a habit youâve long learned to associate with her being so upset that something is going to break. Then, she exhales sharper than you did, standing up. âFine. Whatever.â
She turns, stomping toward her bedroom, her pumps exploding with sound every step of the way. âItâs still fucking fifty-fifty, by the way!â she yells, right before she slams the door.
Itâs suddenly silent. Silent enough to hear your heartbeat going crazy.
Sheâll calm down soon enough. Hopefully.
The heat of her body still burns against you, scorching where she was pressed against you. But if you ran after her now, youâd get burned alive. You rub your hands down your face, sinking into the couch, staring into the ceiling as you mentally prepare for whatâs bound to be a sleepless night. Thereâs no escaping those as long as Chaewon is a part of your life.
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Sleep doesnât come.
You want to blame it on the horrible way this couch is digging into your back. Or the sounds of the city being ever present. Or the dim glow of some street lights seeping into the living room through Chaewonâs curtains that never managed to fully close. But comfort isnât the issue.
Itâs your damn mind, that canât shut the fuck up.
Too many thoughts, all tangled together like a string of memories that wrapped around itself far too many times. Her hands, her voice, her weight in your lap. Her unusually prickly temper, and her enhanced sloppiness.
It all feels too fucking familiar, and the moment you admit that, thereâs no holding it back.
It started as a night much like this one. You and Chaewon, at her place, sitting too close for friends but too far apart for lovers. Laughing at everything and nothing. Drinking just enough to make the lines blur. You had thoughtâmaybe. Hopefully.
And for a moment, you know, you had been right. It seemed like the kind of night youâd eventually be able to tell your kids about. An edited version, to cut out the once-in-a-lifetime pounding you intended to give her, but still, magical in its own way.
The way she let you kiss her. The way she kissed you back. The way her eyelashes fluttered to pull you into the kiss. How her left thigh rode up yours. The way her fingers locked behind the nape of your neck. The way you told her you liked her.
Then the way she pulled back. The hesitation in her eyes. The way her voice broke when she said âI donât think we should do this.â
The way a crack formed on your heart, barely being pushed together by the rest of your more logical organs as you forced yourself to nod and agree, to act like it was fine. Like you were fine. Like you hadnât just managed to secure the right door, only to be forced to step into the wrong one.
And the way your heart formed a second crack when you saw her again. She was still the same. Still Chaewon. Like nothing had happened.
But something did happen to you.
Your phone buzzes.
Itâs not easy to ignore. Chaewon is an addiction to you, the next hit of this sweet obsession entering your veins as your screen lights up.
Chaewon: You awake??
You know you should just be failing at sleeping again. This can only lead to misery.
You: Yeah.
Itâs quiet for a bit, but a new message makes its way to you all the same.
Chaewon: Cant sleep
If only she knew how she cursed you with the same fate. If not for her youâd be sound asleep in your own bed right now, or even better, in the bed of that chick you met at the club. What did she say her name was again? Kazuha? Instead, youâre here, repeating old patterns with exhausted probability.
You: That sucks.
Your answers are curt. Too perfect with punctuation for your usual back and forth. She doesnât respond right away. She might be stubborn and annoying about things sheâs convinced sheâs right about, but sheâs never been oblivious.
Then:
Chaewon: Are we okay?
Youâre upset, but not heartless. It tugs.
You: Weâre fine, Chaewon
Chaewon: Thats not a yesâŚ
You might just scream out of frustration, your phone dropping on your chest, but obviously you canât. Sheâd hear. Sheâs impossible. So fucking stupidly impossible. And yet, you find yourself typing anyway.
You: Do you want me to lie?
The pause is longer this time. Should you feel bad or just so tired that it doesnât matter anymore?
Chaewon: No
Chaewon: Idk
Chaewon: I just get nervous when ur like this
You: Like what??
Chaewon: Distant
Chaewon: Careful
Chaewon: Upset with me
Your fingers hover over the keyboard without action. Sheâs not wrong. You are being careful. Itâs her fault. Sheâd break your heart a second time in less time it took for it to beat. Thatâs dangerous.
You: Idk what you want me to say Chaewon
Chaewon: Idk eitherâŚ
Chaewon: But I miss how we used to talk
The memories flood in of the two of you just shooting the shit, countless evenings. StillâŚ
You: Weâre talking now.
Chaewon: U know thats not what i meant
And sheâs right. You do know, but this is just easier. For you, for her. For the both of you.
Chaewon: Cant you just come over here and talk w me?
Chaewon: I miss youâŚ
And before you can even overthink itâ
You move.
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There is a thought that creeps into your mind as the door creaks open and you step into her room. Something about a lionâs den, and then another one following it up about it actually being the lionesses that do the hunting. Thereâs no point to it. They all fade in an instant. Sheâs no huntress right now. Sheâs vulnerable, like prey, enticing you to be the hunter, looking so ready to be pounced on; curled up beneath her blankets, only the soft shape of her against the sheets to lure you in.
âHey.â Itâs a solid way to start a conversation, but you canât help but expect more from her after calling you in.
You nod, eyes fleeing from hers, shifting awkwardly by the door. âHey.â
It takes a while before you move. The same goes for her. Sheâs squinting, her eyes getting used to the darkness. Sheâs always been stubborn about letting you help her get a blue light filter on her phone.
She finally stops, and for a moment, your eyes meet hers. She carries a soft smile, the kind that made you fall for her in the first place. But thereâs a difference in it; barely perceptible; most definitely flown under the radar by people not so obsessed with her face. Thereâs precaution sewn into it. The sides of her smile are constantly shifting and trembling, like she doesnât know whether to keep it there or to switch to a more neutral expression. Then, she shifts, her left arm pulling out from under the cover and tapping the sheets next to her, an unspoken invitation.
You sit down with a sigh, back turned towards her. Youâre not far, but youâre not close either. A safe distance, you think to yourself. The mood isnât tense, but also not comfortable. Just⌠unsure.
You can hear her laps part, exhale, almost say something, and then close again a couple of times. Itâs not until you finally turn to face her that she speaks.
âDo you remember that summer at the beach?â
Your eyebrows raise on instinct, disbelief unmistakably painted across your face, impossible not to notice, not even in this darkness. âHow could I forget?â
The muscles on her face relax as her eyes drift away from your eyes, seemingly getting lost into her pillow, which she clutches tight. âYou remember how you were so worried about me you gave me a piggyback ride back to the house?â
âNo,â you scoff, âI remember you guilt tripping me into carrying your soaking wet ass across the sand.â Your face turns away from her again, hands clutching the side of the bed as your eyes veer off into the distance past the window; letting the glass serve as a canvas to project your memories onto.
You hear the sheets rustle behind you as she works herself upright, before reminding you exactly why you helped her back then in the first place. âYou werenât complaining back then! You were way too busy copping a feel of my ass.â
âOkay, now thatâs not fair,â you snap back much too fast, much too flustered. âI wasnât copping a feel, I was keeping you from falling. And besides, you werenât helping either! Just hanging there all limp, mumbling youâd never be able to walk again.â
âI mean, it just hurt so bad. That jellyfish really fucked me up,â she chuckles back, and you can feel the pressure of her back leaning against yours.
Thereâs a soft silence, the one drenched in feelings youâd much rather stay in, instead of moving on to an uncomfortable reality. So you keep painting, hoping the window holds your memory-scape just a little longer.
âDo you remember what we kept talking about? To keep your mind off of the pain?â
You can tell she knows in the way she responds with an âOh my god.â
Both of you say it at the same time.
âThe fucking Monty Hall problem!â
Thereâs a beat of silence. First itâs a chuckle. It turns into laughter, and it quickly grows uncontrolled, unstoppable. The kind that makes the memories seem brighter, makes your body feel lighter, the kind that makes you throw your head back as she does hers. You both open your eyes staring at the roof, now sharing the same canvas to display footage of past days.
âGod,â you breathe, your head locked in place but your eyes drifting over towards her face. âI miss those days.â
She giggles, nose scrunching. âI donât miss what that jellyfish did to me.â
The laughter fades, and you think that maybe, just maybe you could forget about earlier and go to bed without feeling like shit. You shift, and she does too, turning towards her as she moves back to her original spot, leaning against the headrest, crawling underneath the blankets with her legs.
Your breath catches as you look at her. Your stomach turns. âChaewon.â
She blinks, glancing up at you. âHmm?â
âDid youââ You inhale sharply, but you canât afford to give her the benefit of the doubt. âDid you seriously invite me in here just to talk un-dressed like that?â
Her brows furrow. Then she follows your gaze, shifting slightly, andâ
Fuck.
Black lace, delicate, thin. Your favorite.
She freezes. "Oh."
Oh? Fucking oh?
âWhy the fuck are you like this?â you explode.
Her eyes widen. "No! Iâ" She scrambles, tugging the blanket back up over herself. âI wasnâtââ
âYou said you wanted to talk, Chaewon.â
âI do!â Her voice pitches up. Sheâs pulling the sheets up hurriedly, using them as a shield from you, all you can see is her cheeks changing color ever so slightly. This time because of the embarrassment instead of the alcohol. âI promise⌠I doâŚâ
Itâs hard to believe that. Itâs all so familiar, and all so fucking frustrating. âYou know, this is just like you to do,â you ramble, and itâs hard to stop once you get going. âAlways so fucking obsessed with getting a reaction out of me, never stopping to think for a second about how I feel!â
Her face softens, and the way she looks at you makes you sick. Like she thinks youâre right. âThatâs notââ
âIsnât it?â
âI swear!â She shouts, looking panicked and itâs enough to finally get you to shut up. âI was still out of it all, too mad and too drunk when I got back here. I just wanted to sleep. I didnâtââ and a big, shallow breath interrupts her, the kind that just appears and leaves you with less air than before. âI wasnât thinking, okay?â
You want to believe her. But tonight has been too much. Too many provocations, too many lines blurring that she would turn back from, and in turn, you would let form scars.
Then you sigh, sitting back down. âOkay.â
âAre youâŚâ her voice trembles as she tries to figure out the specifics of your answer. âYouâre shaking. Are you mad?â
Your mind is still trying to slow down, and answering gets forgotten. She takes that as an answer, obviously. âIâm sorry.â
âIâm not so mad that Iâd be shaking, you idiot.â Your voice is quiet. âItâs just way too fucking cold in here. And I was thinking.â
Thereâs no hesitation, because thatâs just how Chaewon is as she shifts, making room. âGet under the covers.â
âChaewon, pleaseââ you start, but sheâs not having it.
âI wonât try anything, okay? I promise,â she interrupts you, sounding calmer already. Thereâs a touch of pleading in it, but not the whiny kind she uses to get you worked up. Itâs more desperate, more real. âJust give me a chance to prove Iâm being serious.â
You donât move at first. Stubbornness is inherent to both of you, after all. She tugs on the sheets impatiently. You sigh, but itâs obviously performative, a last jab at her to let her know youâre only doing this just because youâre cold. And she wasnât lying. She properly keeps her distance, just sharing the warmth of the bed. Itâs immediate and comforting, but you donât allow yourself to sink into it.
âSee?â she murmurs. âNot a trap.â
Not yet. You donât dare say it, but you donât have to. She sees the thoughts in your eyes. So she shuffles, turning away from you.
The silence stretches so long you start focusing on the noises it canât beat into submission. Your breathing. Her breathing. The creaking and crumpling sound of the bed and the sheets as you move.
âI wanted to talk, and we talked so⌠thatâsâthatâs good. I guess,â she whispers. âI mean, I wouldnât mind talking some more.â She lets a little space in between for you to insert yourself into. You never do. âBut if youâd rather pretend like Iâm not here, I get that too. Iâll shut up.â
Itâs endearing, and your response is a little mean, letting her wait in silence for just a little longer before replying.
âIâm not pretending. I need somebody to blame the lack of space I have in this bed.â
She smiles, soft. You canât see it, obviously, but you feel it. Somehow. She shifts under the blanket, closer but not touching. Sheâs apprehensive. And she meant what she said.
âIs this the first time weâve slept in the same bed?â she asks, but she masks her tone enough that she could play it off as talking to herself if you decided to not respond.
âNope,â you correct her. âThere was that one time in sophomore year. You showed up at my door at, like, three in the morning. Absolutely shitfaced, mind you.â
She lets out a small, embarrassed groan, and you know youâre on the right track.
âI remember that,â she mumbles. âBarely.â
âYou couldnât figure out how to get to your dorm. Said not even Monty Hall could help you find the right door.â
âHow do you remember all that?â Chaewon questions, like you had no right to have that memory.
âAre you kidding me? How could I forget? I told you to take my bed, and that I was gonna crash on the couch,â you continue explaining, your lips curling upwards.
âBut I didnât let you?â
âNope. You didnât trust my roommate worth shit. Which, fair.â
She doesnât say anything. You keep going though, less for her alone or you alone, both for you both.
âYou grabbed my wrist when I tried to walk away. Looked me dead in the eye and said, and I quote, âDonât leave me alone with that guy here, he smells like crusty socks and assault.ââ
Chaewon lets out a strangled sound thatâs half mortified laugh, half groan. âOh my God.â
âSo I gave in. Got in bed next to you. Fully clothed. On top of the covers. Like a gentleman.â
âYou didnât sleep for a second that night, did you?â
âOf course not. You starfished. One arm across my chest, one leg thrown over me like a fucking seatbelt. You had me trapped, dead to rights. Didnât help you made me paranoid that my roommate was actually going to do something.â
She laughsâreally laughs. Warm, unguarded. Then she rolls onto her side, facing you again. Her eyes search yours. "It was easier, wasnât it? Back then. In college. At the beach. You carrying me like an idiot, me acting like I couldnât walk, and you trying to turn probability into a personality trait."
You laugh, but itâs not really a laugh. More like one of those nose breaths that accompanies an abbreviated text. âBecause it was.â
Her smile fades. âYou never needed me to ask. You always just⌠stayed.â
You shift slightly, your fingers brushing the edge of the blanket. Her eyes drop there, then rise again.
âI think Iâm a leaver,â she says. No warning. No lead-in. Like she had to say it fast before she lost the nerve.
âWhat?â It leaves your mouth before you can even blink.
But Chaewon swallows, her eyes retreating downwards. âI think thatâs just who I am. Some people stay, and some people leave. Youâre the kind of person that stays, and Iâm a person that leaves. Because if I go first, I donât have to wait until you become a leaver just like me.â
She looks at you like sheâs afraid youâll flinch. Like sheâs already bracing for the recoil.
âI know itâs selfish,â she adds quickly. âBut that night⌠when you kissed me, and then said you really liked meâI panicked. I did what I always do. You were giving me a choice, and that scared the hell out of me. So I picked the choice I always make.â
She breathes in. Exhales slow. Really takes her time, her eyes drifting slightly upwards now.
âAnd for a while, I told myself it was just another fifty-fifty. You know? Just a game of chance I lost. You either leave or get left. You either lose something or end up lost. And I thoughtâ" she breaks off, swallowing again, part of her voice getting swallowed with it, "âthat it would go away like the rest. That Iâd forget. That itâd stop mattering."
You stay quiet.
âBut it didnât. It stuck. You stuck.â
She shifts again, knee brushing against yours beneath the blanket. Her voice cracks a little.
âAnd I started noticing things,â she says. "Little things. Like the first time you didnât wait for me to text goodnight. Or when you were with someone else and you had that smile that I thought was reserved for me. Or when you stopped arguing with me about dumb shit just to keep talking."
Her voice wavers.
âAnd then I realized I didnât just pick wrong. I watched the right door shut. And then I heard it lock. And thatâs why I know your stupid fucking Monty Hall problem is wrong. I shouldâve had another shot. Another choice. But life didnât open a wrong doorâit just took the right one away. And thatâs why I know itâs just fifty-fifty. And I lost my coin toss at happiness.â
Thereâs a second of silence where your brain short circuits.
âYouâre a fucking idiot,â you mutter.
She blinks, but it helps her to finally look at you. âOuch?â
You sit up, tossing the blanket off like it offended you. âNo, Iâm serious. You think my door shut? You fucking locked it.â
She opens her mouth, but you cut her off, your pace quickening. âThe fact that I stayed around all this time is proof enough that my door is still unlocked. It wasnât up to me to reopen that door.â
âIââ
âBut you had to try.â
Chaewonâs eyes flickerânot away, but deeper. Her breath hitches, and you swear itâs the first real sound sheâs made in a while that didnât have a smirk behind it. She shifts forward just slightly, only enough that her leg brushes against yours again, like sheâs testing if the signalâs still green.
âYouâre saying⌠itâs still open?â
You drag a hand through your hair, eyes rolling ceilingward before locking onto her again. âIt was never fucking closed.â
Her lips part. Theyâre trembling now. Sheâs not teasing this time. âThen whyâwhy didnât you everââ
âBecause Iâm not gonna beg,â you cut in, sharper than intended. âIâm not gonna crawl through the fucking keyhole when you slammed the door in my face.â
She flinches. Just barely. But enough.
âI didnât need you to beg, justâŚâ she says, softer, like sheâs going over the math again in her head. âI donât know⌠Iââ Her voice dips, trails, then steadies. âIâm here now. Iâm trying.â
You look at her. Clear as day in the middle of the night. She's curled up next to you, defensive and ashamed and stubborn all at once. Her eyes are too glossy, her hands fidgeting with the edge of the comforter like theyâre looking for somewhere to hide.
And then she breathes, and her voice breaks.
âI just wanted you to want me still.â
And that? That fucking cracks something open.
You reach for herâno grand gestures, no cinematic swoopâjust firm, necessary motion. You cradle her jaw, fingers sweeping her hair back, and when you speak, itâs low and final and absolutely everything youâve been holding back.
âI never fucking stopped.â
Thereâs no pause this time.
No âbut what ifââ
No âare you sureââ
No more fucking Monty Hall.
Just her lips crashing into yours, messily, hungrily, like the apology she couldnât say and the forgiveness you werenât ready to offer have decided to cancel each other out with tongue.
Itâs not careful. Itâs not gentle.
Itâs honest.
Sheâs on your lap again, only this time itâs not a joke. Her knees bracket your thighs and she grinds down with purpose, gasping when she feels you through your boxers. Her hands slide beneath your shirt, nails catching skin, and you curse under your breath as heat swells in your gut, undeniable and urgent.
You break the kiss, forehead against hers. âStill cold?â
Her laugh is shallow, much too distracted with making sure she can properly share in your body heat. âYeah. Make me warm.â
âAnd here I was thinking you were hot enough as is.â
She smirks, and itâs real this time. Like the one you saw when you barely knew her, but knew enough already. Not a mask. Not a trap. Just her.
And she whispers, âDonât stop this time.â
Like you could. Besides, youâre not even sure itâs only meant for you. With the way sheâs tugging and removing your clothes, kissing your shoulders and pulling you tighter, itâs like sheâs making up for lost time. For every second spent being careful. Your hands trace her body, taking your time to really make sure every curve and beauty mark is stuck in your mind forever.
âGod,â you mumble under your breath, pressing your lips to her cheek, her neck, her shoulder, working your way down until youâre kissing the edge of a black lace bra that was almost the reason you stormed off earlier. âI canât believe how beautiful you really are.â
Her breath hitches. âI know.â
And youâve missed that, too. Her confidence. The way she can say things like that without irony, because she knows exactly what sheâs worthâshe just never thought sheâd be worth it to you once more.
You kiss her through the black lace, and she shivers when you nip at the edge of her bra, as close to her nipple as you can get. She doesnât waste any time herself flicking open the button of your jeans. Youâve always thought she needed a helping hand, both of yours pushing your pants further down. Theyâre not even off properly when she pauses, eyes blown wide, honing in on the tent in your boxers leaving little to imagination.
âWow,â she says, and itâs almost weird to hear her say it without sarcasm.
âWow?â your voice is rough, coming out in a single breath.
She nods, and her lips part as she yanks your boxers down, eyes almost dazed as she takes you in. âWow.â
Itâs a reverent look. Itâs a look that suits her as long as itâs directed towards you, you think. Her fingers reach out like sheâs about to wrap them around you, but she stops right before she makes contact, and the look in her eyes changes. Smug now. Knowing.
âI need a moment,â she says, and you know sheâs up to no good. âYou canât just swing that in a girl's face and expect me to make it easy for you.â
A throb shoots through your cock, hips twitching without your consent. âDonât you fucking dare.â
But she just smirks.
âChaewon.â
âShhh,â she says as she shuts down any and all protest, and her voice is the perfect combination of exasperating and enticing. âIâve got my own Monty Hall problem lined up for you.â
You groan, but itâs more of a plea for mercy than a protest. âYou canât be serious.â
âOh, Iâm serious,â she purrs, fingers grazing the base of your cock before pulling back again, making you hiss.
âThree doors,â she says, and the way she looks at you is obscene. âMy front door, my back door, and my... ehm... mouth door?â
Youâre gone. Youâre fucking gone. âYou are so lucky you're fucking hot.â
She keeps going, relentless. Her grin is pure mischief. âWhich one have I imagined you fucking me with the most?â She rolls her hips, testing you. âPick right, and you get to fuck it.â
âAnd if I guess wrong?â Your voice is rough, needy, everything you never let her hear before tonight.
Her eyes burn. âThen you eat me out first.â
Itâs a rigged game and you both know it, but you play along anyway, letting her set the rules and stack the deck and deal each card. You lean forward, drag your lips up the line of her jaw. âThatâs an impossible choice. You want all of them.â
She moans, a hiccup of laughter and want, and the weight of her shifts in your lap, urgent. âYou wish. You only get one.â
But her hips are grinding now, a rolling, deliberate pressure that tells you exactly what her body needs. The answer is and always has been: every option, at once, and all of them leading back to you.
You palm her ass, fingers splaying underneath the lace edge, and the way she shivers tells you she wasnât expecting you to touch her with that kind of certainty. For all her bravado and gamesmanship, this is how you win: you move first, and you donât hesitate.
âLetâs see,â you murmur, mouth against the shell of her ear, making her gasp. âBack doorââ a squeeze, a knead that pulls a little yelp from her, ââdoesnât seem like your style. At least not as a first move.â
âDonât count me out,â she breathes, and you hear the competitive edge in her voice, the same edge that made her stay up all night just to prove you wrong about some irrelevant, beautiful, dumb thing.
You laugh, slow and low, and she shakes against you. âMouth door,â you say, and you canât help but grin at the way sheâs already licking her lips, hungry, needing to prove something. âObvious contender. But I think you want it right here.â Your hand finds the heat between her legs, cups her through those ridiculous panties, and her eyes go wide, her breath gone.
You wait a beat. Sheâs never been great at waiting, but sheâs trembling now, lips parted, waiting for your verdict.
âAnd if I told you itâs definitely not the back door? Does your answer change?â she pants.
You consider your odds. âI thinkââ you start, but she interrupts.
âActually,â she says, and the way her voice drips with satisfaction is almost enough to make you lose. âI donât give a fuck. I want your cock. Right here.â
She grinds against you, and you canât help but think youâre never spending another day without that feeling.
âFuck,â you groan, because she won this round, and she knows it. âYou donât play fair.â
She bites her lip, smiling, then reaches between you, fingers wrapping around you with a perfect, firm pressure. âAnd thatâs why you love me.â
Sheâs right. Sheâs wrong about so many fucking things, but sheâs right about this.
You thrust up into her hand, and she moans, her body arching, her hair falling down her back. You reach for her hips, hooking your thumbs under the lace, and she lifts herself up, letting you pull it down, off, away. She doesnât care where it lands; sheâs already lowering herself back onto you, and youâre closing the distance, guiding your cock to her needy cunt.
âFuck you,â you breathe, so close to her you can taste it, the subtext of admission against her skin. âIâm not saying it first. Iâll force you to.â
She rocks her hips, taking you deeper, her breath catching with a shudder. âYeah? You think you can make me?â
You grit your teeth, the friction of her tight around you making it almost impossible to think. âI know I can.â
âBig words,â she gasps, riding you faster, harder. âThink you can back them up?â
You reach between you, your thumb finding her clit, and she cries out, her whole body shaking, her walls clenching around you. âYou first,â you growl, and you can tell sheâs sensitive. âSay it.â
Her eyes roll back, her lower lip caught between her teeth. You know it, you have her dead to rights, this is your win, and thenââNuh-uh.â
You thrust up into her, relentless, and the pressure builds, mounting, and sheâs so fucking tight around you, and you want her to say it, need her to say it.
She grinds down harder, her nails dragging your shoulder blades, and itâs too much. Too good. Too fucking hot. âYouâre gonna say it,â you gasp, your thumb circling her clit faster. âI know you.â
âAnd I know you,â she pants, her head falling back as she rides you with abandon, her whole body trembling, her breath hitching with every thrust. âI knowâoh fuckâyou.â
You watch her face as she rocks against you, her lips parting, her eyes wide and desperate and defiant. Sheâs so close. So close you can feel it, the way sheâs fighting it, wanting to hold out, wanting to win.
âSay it,â you growl, thrusting up into her again, harder, not easing up on her clit.
She gasps, and this has to be it. Sheâs trembling, tightening, drowning in ecstasy and sheâsâ âIâmâFuck, Iâm cumming, you fucker,â she manages to choke out, and she cums hard. Her head drops forward, no further admission, still no winner as her whole body shudders, her walls clenching around you like sheâs weaponizing her orgasm against you, trying to pull the words from you.
You swear, a rough sound thatâs almost a surrender, and she laughs, breathless, smug, still shaking in your lap. âYou first.â
Your grip tightens on her hips, and youâre so fucking close, but you hold on, hold out, your breath ragged. âIâm not going to give up,â you groan, thrusting up into her in a wild frenzy, loud clapping of flesh colliding now strangling the room. She lets out a strangled sound, and her eyes go wide letting you know she didnât expect this.
Didnât expect you to only go harder, to keep fucking her through her orgasm, keep pushing her over the edge again and again and again until she might pass out. You thrust harder, deeper, and her voice breaks, her body wild against yours.
You hold on, and she holds on longer. Sheâs so tight, so wet, and the heat is building, and you feel her clench around you, feel her mold to your shape. Her mouth opens, and you canât tell if sheâs about to say it or if sheâs too far gone, and thenâ
She pulls off of you. You watch, stunned, as she drops to her knees and wraps her mouth around your cock, and the sight alone is enough to make you lose it. You groan, a deep, ragged sound, and she moans around you, the vibration pushing you over the edge. Your hands tangle in her hair as you come, hot and hard, spilling ropes of cum into her mouth.
âFuck, Chaewon,â you choke out, the last of your breath leaving your body as every drop of cum you had does the same, her lips still tight around you.
Then she pulls back, and her eyes are on you, wide and bright and triumphant. She cups a hand beneath her chin, opens her mouth, andâ
âI love you,â she says, letting your cum spill out over her lips, and thereâs a laugh behind it, a tremor of amusement, like she knows exactly what sheâs doing to you. Like she knows she just won all over again. She wipes her mouth, cum streaking her chin, her neck, her chest, and she looks so absurdly beautiful you canât even be mad.
âChaewon,â you breathe. Itâs exasperation and wonder, the way youâve said her name so many times before. âYouâre fucking impossible.â
âReally?â She bats her lashes with a coy look, licking her lips like sheâs savoring every last drop of the chaos sheâs caused. âArenât you supposed to say it back?â
You grab her by the waist, pulling her back up to straddle you past your softened cock, and she giggles, squirming in your lap. âYouâre such a fucking brat.â
âAnd you canât get enough of it,â she teases, her smile widening,
You stare at her, chest heaving, the words settling into the spaces that were empty for so long. Then you let out a breathless, helpless laugh, pulling her face up to yours, kissing her despite all the filth she let drip out to cover her sweetness.
âFuck you,â you say between kisses, but thereâs no heat behind it, just the weight of relief and joy and everything else youâve been holding back. âHow do you win even when you lose?â
She smiles against your mouth, and you feel it in every part of you. âI guess Iâm just smarter than you.â
You do. You say it like itâs the easiest thing in the world. Like youâve spent the last year waiting for your chance.
âI love you, you idiot.â
She makes a soft sound, and for a second you think she might cry, but itâs just a laugh, bright and giddy and so fucking happy. âIâm glad you do.â
âYouâre a fucking nightmare,â you say as you shake your head, trying to hide the cartoonishly large smile she forced upon your face.
âAnd youâre stuck with me,â she says, kissing you again, her body melting into yours, all softness and satisfaction. Her voice dips, teasing, warm. âOr did you forget?â
âNever,â you murmur, and you mean it. Hell, youâd bet on it.
Her body shifts in response, her being melting into you, her skin sticky but hot against yours. âSo,â she says, and itâs light and breezy like that summer day still stuck in your memory, like youâre somehow back in a familiar rhythm, but new nonetheless. âYou really think you can handle me?â
You laugh, wrapping your arms around her. âIâve been handling you for years without the benefit of getting to fuck you.â
She pinches your side, but itâs playful, and you can tell sheâs trying not to smile. âAsshole.â
âYeah,â you say, kissing her forehead. âBut Iâm your asshole, now.â
She nods, and that alone was worth all the suffering. Because itâs honest.
âShit,â Chaewon breathes, your skin stuck together with dried cum, pulling loose from you. âWeâre a fucking mess.â
âYeah, well, itâs your fault for trying to be funny,â you say like youâre not covered in it too.
She shakes her head, and itâs like sheâs saying itâs your fault for not being the first to say you love her. âWe canât go to bed like this,â she proclaims, trying her best not to get too much filth on her sheets. âCâmon. Shower.â
âTogether?â you ask, and she just rolls her eyes like that was the stupidest fucking question youâve ever asked.
You follow her to the bathroom, the air chilly and the tile cool underfoot. She turns on the water of her shower, letting it heat up as she looks back over at you, one eyebrow lifting like sheâs pondering if she should just keep it to showering or not.
âGet in,â she says, pushing you towards the shower. âIâm not letting you sleep until youâre clean.â
Sheâs already stepping toward the shower when she realizes youâre still standing there. Her eyes narrow, but her lips curve. âWhat? Youâre dawdling now?â
You shrug, and she laughs. Itâs not the sound she makes when sheâs trying to get under your skin, but the one youâd almost forgotten she could make. Uncomplicated. Real.
She starts taking off the only thing she still has onâher thigh high socks that were the main culprit in why you failed to pick up a girl earlier tonight. You were way too busy admiring how good Chaewon looked, and it didnât go unnoticed.
âDonât tell me youâre expecting me to do it forââ
You catch her hand, stop her from peeling them off. She freezes, looks at you like a deer caught in headlights.
âLetâs pretend I lost your three doors challenge,â you murmur, and you hear her breath catch. âItâd be a shame not to eat you out with how good you look in those.â
âSo you were staring! I fucking knew it,â she shouts gleefully.
You donât give it a response. You just hoist her up, and she wraps her legs around you like itâs instinct, gasping, more eager than surprised, as you let her ass meet the bathroom counter. You spread her thighs open to admire, sink to your knees in between them, and look up, getting lost in the way she looks down.
âOh my god,â she sighs out. âAre you reallyââ
You donât let her finish. You drag your tongue up her slit, and her head falls back, the sound of the shower almost drowning out her moan. Almost, but not quite.
âFuck,â she gasps, the first of many. âRight there. Oh, rightââ
You swirl your tongue around her clit, and her hips buck, her whole body trembling. Sheâs close already, too close, and you know you could end this in seconds, but you donât. Not yet.
Your hand slides up her thigh, and she shudders as you press a finger against her asshole, teasing, gentle. Her breath catches, and you feel her body tense, then relax, opening for you.
âShit,â she gasps, her voice breaking. âIâmâfuck, Iâm gonnaââ
You donât stop. You donât even slow down. You work her with your tongue and your fingers and your everything, and sheâs shaking.
âHoly fuck,â she gasps, her voice breaking. âYouâreâshitâyouâre better at this than explaining math problems.â
You groan, a low, rough sound, and the vibration makes her shudder. âCareful, I might bite.â
She laughs, knowing youâre all bark, and her fingers tangle in your hair, not quite pulling you closer, but not allowing escape either. âDonât stop,â she begs, and she wears it so well that ideas flood your mind. âIâm so fucking close.â
feel her body tense, tight and perfect around you. âRight there. Ohââ You curl your finger, the final bit of tension she needed to release, clenching hard, her hands in your hair, her body on fire. âOh God, ohââ
She cums hard, her body arching, her legs closing around your head as she cries out, the sound raw and desperate and so fucking good. Your finger slips out but keep your mouth on her, not letting up until sheâs shuddering, breathless, her hands tensed up tugging at you.
âFuck, fuck, fuck,â she gasps, and you feel the last tremors of her orgasm as they ripple through her. âHow did youâI canâtââ Sheâs lost for words, and itâs ammunition for next time you fight over something stupid.
You donât move until she tugs at you weakly, pulling you up, and the look in her eyes is almost enough to make you drop to your knees again.
You grab her hand, pulling her toward the shower, but she doesnât budge. Instead, she drops to her knees, fingers splayed on your thighs. âIâll admit, youâre pretty fucking good,â she says, her eyes gleaming with challenge. Everythingâs a competition with this girl. âBut Iâm better.â
You donât have time to respond. Her mouth is on you, hot and wet and perfect, and you groan, your head falling back. She works you with a skill you didnât think she had, her tongue swirling, her lips tight, and all you can do is hold on.
She pulls back, and the sudden loss makes you gasp. âFeel free to cum wherever you want,â she muses, and your mind floods with options. All too enticing.
Her pace is relentless, precise, and you feel her smile around you, a smug curve against your skin. Sheâs rapidly proving her point.
âChaewon,â you groan, and youâre not sure if youâre leading into begging or commanding. âFuck, that feelsââ
She hums, a low, teasing sound, and the vibration makes you curse. Her fingers slide down, cupping your balls, and you feel yourself throb against her tongue.
Youâre close, too close, and she knows it. You can tell by the way she pulls back again, her lips glistening, her eyes wild. âIâm not done with you,â she says, and you swear you might die.
âFuck my face,â she says, and you tremble, your whole body going tight.
âChaewon,â you gasp, but sheâs already got you begging for more, her hands on your thighs, guiding you inside.
You thrust, and she takes it, takes you, her mouth so fucking good you canât believe this is real. She moans and gags around you, and itâs a sound youâll hear in your dreams for the rest of your life.
She looks up, her mouth full, and the sight is obscene, incredible. Sheâs not stopping, not giving you a second to catch your breath, just letting you use her, and itâs all too fucking much.
Youâre so close, the heat building, your control slipping. You fuck her face, your hands tight in her hair, and sheâs caught between you and the counter, letting you use her, letting you lose yourself.
âOh God, Chaewon,â you groan, your thrusts erratic, desperate. âIâm gonnaââ
She pulls back, and you gasp, her lips getting pressed against the tip of your dick. She strokes you, her lips swollen and wet, andâ
âDo it,â she commands, tilting her head back, presenting her face and her tits and her abs and every target you could choose, her eyes pleading to cover not one but all. âCome all over me.â
Thatâs it. Thatâs fucking it. You cum hard, your whole body tensing, and she moans as your release hits her face, her lips, her cheek, her chest.
âFuck,â you groan, and she smiles, licking her lips, and youâre so spent you almost collapse right there.
Then sheâs pulling you down, kissing you, and you taste yourself on her tongue.
âAt least I was worth the wait, right?â she murmurs, and you pull back just far enough to see the way sheâs grinning, the way sheâs looking at you like she thinks she won. If only she saw herself right now, youâre clearly the winner.
âThink Iâm ready for that shower now,â you say, and you canât help but smile back, because youâre a mess, and sheâs a mess, and you came into this room specifically to be less of a mess; and you love it. You love her.
The water is still running, heating up the room, and you both stand up. She pulls you with her, and the water makes quick work of the art you just made. What a waste, but a waste you love to spend with her.
She notices your face change as the cum disappears from her visage, and chuckles lightly. âYouâll get plenty of other chances.â
You wash her and she washes you back, and itâs slow and easy and comfortable. Like you never thought it could be again. But better. No rush, no desperation. She works the shampoo into your hair, but you canât stand to not annoy her for another second, pulling her under the spray and rinsing her off.
âHey,â she protests, but sheâs smiling, her eyes bright.
âHey yourself,â you say, dragging your thumb across her cheek, her lips, her collarbone. âThink I like you like this.â
âWet?â she asks, and sheâs teasing, but thereâs a softness behind it.
âThat too. But no. Mine,â you say, and her expression shifts, her eyes going soft, her hands coming to rest on your chest.
âYou know,â she says, her voice quiet, thoughtful, âThat makes you equally mine.â
You tilt her chin up, kissing her, and she melts into it, into you. âI guess that means we both won today.â
She laughs, and itâs the best sound, the best feeling, the best everything. âGuess I can get used to it if itâs with you.â
Eventually you turn off the tap, and she shivers as you wrap her in a towel, pulling her close. âBed?â you ask, and she nods, simple and easy.
She helps you dry off, and you help her, and you just canât let each other be right now. She tugs at you, at your hand, constantly leading you, hair still wild and just damp enough to be okay going to bed with. She slips beneath the covers fully naked, but itâs too cold to worry about any of that, so you follow.
You pull her against you, or she pushes herself into you. Itâs hard to tell whoâs more desperate. Point is, her back is against your chest, and it fits perfectly. Like she was made for it.
âSo,â she says, her voice a sleepy mumble, âare you gonna lose your shit if I say itâs fifty-fifty again?â
You groan, exasperated and affectionate, and she giggles, burying her face in your neck.
âChaewon,â you say, and she turns just enough to look at you.
âHmm?â
You wrap your arms around her, holding her, holding everything. âYouâre fucking annoying. Never change.â
She smiles, soft and genuine, and you know this is the real win. Not the game, not the challenge, not the give and take of a thousand heated mathematical argumentsâbut this. Her. You. Together.
âPromise,â she whispers, and you feel her breath slow, feel her body relax, feel the unlikeliest odds settle in your favor.
You hold her tighter, and the silence this time is comfortable, a weightless, blissful quiet that lulls you both toward sleep. You barely hear her next words, but they seep into you, the last sweet, stubborn thing you need to know.
The GPS had led you through winding, tree-lined roads for the last twenty minutes, each turn taking you deeper into a neighborhood that didn't feel like Seoul anymore. The mansions here didn't even try to blend in, they announced themselves with wrought-iron gates and stone walls, with security cameras that tracked your car's movement like predator eyes.
Your hands were slick against the steering wheel.
Senior Park had called this morning, his voice crackling through the phone with that particular brand of amusement he reserved for special assignments. "New client. Young. Recently married." A pause. "You've seen her face before."
You'd seen her face everywhere. Billboard in Gangnam. Subway advertisement for soju. The thumbnail of every third video on your YouTube feed. Karina. Yu Ji-min. The face of AESPA, the woman whose wedding had crashed three different entertainment news sites, whose husband, some shipping magnate's son had apparently decided that a wife was something you acquired, not something you maintained.
"That's the job," Senior Park had said. "She called us. Not the other way around. Remember that."
And now here you were, sitting in your Hyundai at the security gate of a house that looked more like a modern art museum, trying to remember how to breathe normally.
The gate buzzed before you could press the intercom.
A woman's voice, softer than you'd expected. "Come in. The front door is around the fountain."
The gate swung open.
The walk from your car to the front door took exactly forty-three steps. You counted them. Anything to keep your mind from spinning out. The fountain in the driveway was one of those minimalist things, a black stone slab with water sheeting down the sides. Classy. Expensive. The kind of thing you could stare at and feel nothing about.
Your professional training ran through your head like a checklist Senior Park had drilled into you months ago. Posture. Eye contact. Don't stare. Let her set the pace. The first meeting is always about making them comfortable enough to admit what they want.
But none of the training had mentioned what to do when Karina opened the door.
She wasn't wearing makeup. That was the first thing you noticed, not what you'd expected. Every image you'd ever seen of her was polished to a high gloss, stage-ready, camera-ready. The woman standing in the doorway had her dark hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, a few strands escaping at the temples. She wore an oversized gray sweater that hung off one shoulder, black leggings, bare feet on the marble floor.
And her face. Jesus Christ, her face.
The bone structure that launched a thousand fan edits. Lips that were slightly chapped, slightly parted. Eyes that held yours with something between curiosity and exhaustion.
"Come in," she said, stepping aside. "Take off your shoes."
You did. Brain on autopilot. The foyer was all white marble and indirect lighting, a staircase curving up into shadow. The house smelled like fresh laundry and something floral⌠lilies, maybe. A bouquet sat on a console table near the door, still wrapped in cellophane, the card unopened.
"I'mâŚ" you started. "I know who you are." She was already walking toward what looked like a living room. "The agency sent me your file. Do you want something to drink?"
The living room was vast and somehow still felt empty. A sectional sofa big enough for twelve people. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a garden you couldn't see in the dark. No photographs on the walls. No magazines on the coffee table. It looked like a showroom, like no one actually lived here. "Water would be great," you managed.
Karina gestured toward the sofa. "Sit." She disappeared through an archway. You heard water running, the clink of glass. Your heart was doing something ridiculous in your chestânot racing exactly, more like it was trying to relocate to your throat.
The file Senior Park had given you was thin. Married eight months. Husband's name was Lee Joon-ho, heir to Lee Shipping & Logistics. According to the tabloids, he'd been spotted at clubs in Gangnam with actresses whose names you didn't recognize, while Karina attended industry events alone. The word "lonely" appeared in a lot of the articles, usually paired with photos of her looking wistful at award shows. "Here."
She was back, holding two glasses. One water, one something amber. Whiskey, maybe. Your eyes tracked the movement of her bare arm as she set the water down on the coffee table between you. "You're nervous," she said, settling onto the opposite end of the sectional. Not a question.
"A little."
"Why?"
Because you're Karina. Because every man in this country has fantasized about you. Because I'm sitting in your mansion and you're wearing that sweater and I don't know what I'm supposed to do with my hands. "New clients are always nerve-wracking," you said instead. "For both of us."
Something flickered in her expression. Amusement, maybe. Or skepticism. She took a sip of her drinkâwhiskey, definitelyâand let her head rest against the back of the sofa. The movement exposed the long line of her throat, the delicate architecture of her collarbones where the sweater had slipped. "How long have you been doing this?"
"A year."
"And before that?" You hesitated. The training said honesty was valuable, but only in measured doses. "I was a personal trainer. Senior Park recruited me. Said I had the right⌠temperament."
"Temperament." She said the word like she was tasting it. "Is that what they call it?" The silence stretched. Outside, wind rattled something against the glassâa branch, probably. The house was so quiet you could hear the refrigerator humming from two rooms away.
"Why did you call the agency?" you asked. Karina's gaze slid toward you. "Aren't you supposed to know the answer to that?"
"I'd rather hear it from you." Another sip of whiskey. Her throat moved as she swallowed. "The agency brief didn't tell you?"
"It said you were recently married. It said your husband travels frequently for work."
"Travels." A short laugh, not especially warm. "Is that what they're calling it now?"
You didn't answer. Sometimes silence was the best tool you had. Karina set her glass down on the coffee table with a little more force than necessary. The sound echoed in the cavernous room. "He doesn't travel. He's in Seoul. He just doesn't come home." She was looking at the windows now, at her own reflection in the dark glass. "Three months. I've seen him three times in three months, and each time it was for less than an hour. Photo opportunities, mostly. His PR team coordinates them."
"That sounds lonely." Her jaw tightened. "Don't."
"Don't what?" "Don't do the sympathetic thing. I'm not paying for sympathy."
You shifted on the sofa, turning to face her more directly. "What are you paying for?"
The question landed differently than you'd intended. Karina's eyes snapped to yours, and for a moment the mask slippedâthe idol mask, the one she wore in every interview and variety show appearance. Underneath it was something rawer. Something hungry and furious and so tired of pretending. "I want to feel something," she said. "Something that isn'tâŚ" She gestured vaguely at the house around her. "This."
"This?"
"Empty." The word came out smaller than the others. She picked up her whiskey again, took a longer drink. "Everything in my life is scheduled and managed and presented to the public in exactly the right light. My marriage. My career. My face." Another drink. "I wake up in this house and I feel like I'm already a ghost. Like I'm haunting my own life." You watched her fingers tighten around the glass. The knuckles went pale.
"So when you ask what I'm paying for," she continued, "I'm paying for something real. Something that isn't polite. Something that doesn't treat me like I'm made of glass." The air in the room had changed. Thicker, somehow. Charged with something you couldn't name.
"Have you done this before?" you asked. "With anyone from the agency?"
"No."
"And you understand how this works? The boundaries, the rulesâ"
"I understand." She cut you off with a look that was almost defiant. "I read everything. I know about the safeword protocols. I know I can stop anything at any time. I know this isn'tâŚ" She paused, searching for the word. "Conventional."
"It's not," you agreed. "Which is why I need to ask you something, and I need you to be honest with me."
Karina raised an eyebrow, and for a second you caught a glimpse of the stage persona, the one who commanded thousands with a single glance. "Ask."
"Are you sure you want this?" The question hung between you. Outside, the wind picked up again, and somewhere in the house a door creakedâsettling, probably, or the air pressure shifting. Karina didn't look away from your face.
"Do you want me to prove it?" she asked.
"I want you to tell me." She was quiet for a long moment. Then she set her glass down again, stood up from the sofa, and walked toward you. Her bare feet made almost no sound on the marble floor. The sweater slipped further off her shoulder as she moved, revealing the strap of something black and lacy underneath. When she stopped, she was standing directly in front of you, close enough that you could smell her perfumeâsomething light, citrus and white flowersâand underneath it, the clean scent of her skin. "I've been thinking about this for three weeks," she said. "Ever since I found the agency's number in a forum I wasn't supposed to be reading. Ever since I realized that the only person who's touched me in eight months is my makeup artist." Her voice was steady, but there was a tremor underneath it. "So yes. I'm sure. I want this."
She held out her hand. "I want you to make me feel something. I don't care if it hurts. I don't care if it's ugly. I want to stop being Karina for a few hours and just be⌠a body. A woman. Whatever is left of me when all of this"âshe waved at the house, at the empty walls, at the unopened flowersâ"isn't here anymore." Your pulse was a drumbeat in your ears. Her hand was still extended, palm up, waiting.
"Tell me your safeword," you said.
"Red."
"And if you can't speak?"
"Three taps. Anywhere you can feel them." You'd said the same words to half a dozen clients before her, but something about the way Karina recited them backâsteady, rehearsed, like she'd practiced them in front of a mirrorâmade your chest tighten.
"Okay," you said. And you took her hand. Her skin was warm. Soft, the way you'd imagined, but there was strength in her grip tooâthe hand of someone who'd spent years in dance studios, who'd trained her body to do exactly what she wanted it to. She didn't flinch when you stood up, which brought you close enough that you could see the individual lashes framing her eyes, the tiny mole near her left eyebrow, the way her lips had parted slightly.
"Before we do anything," you said, "I need you to understand something."
"What?"
"This isn't about your husband. This isn't about revenge or filling a void or proving something to yourself." You kept your voice low, even. "This is about what you want. Right now. In this room. Nothing else exists." Karina's eyes searched your face. Whatever she was looking for, she must have found it, because something in her expression shiftedâa loosening, a letting-go.
"Nothing else exists," she repeated.
"Good girl." The words slipped out before you could stop them, but the effect was immediate. Karina's breath caught. Her pupils dilated, just slightly. The hand in yours tightened its grip.
"That's what you want?" you asked. "To be good?"
"I wantâŚ" She swallowed. "I want to stop thinking. I want someone else to be in charge. Just for a while." You lifted your free hand and brushed a strand of hair away from her face. The movement was gentle, almost reverent, and it made no sense with the things you were about to doâbut that was the point, wasn't it? The contrast. The collision of tender and brutal that would short-circuit her brain and give her exactly what she was asking for.
"Your bedroom," you said. "Take me there."
She led you up the curved staircase, her hand still in yours. The upstairs hallway was lined with doors, all of them closed except one at the far end. Soft light spilled out of it, and as you got closer you could see the corner of a bedâa huge bed, king-sized at least, with white sheets and too many pillows. The master bedroom. Karina's bedroom.
The room that her husband had probably not set foot in for months. She paused at the threshold, and for a moment you thought she might hesitate. Might change her mind. Might realize what she was about to do and decide it was too much, too fast, too far outside the carefully constructed image of Yu Ji-min, beloved idol, perfect wife.
Instead, she turned to face you. "What do you want me to do first?" The question was genuine. Not a test. She was waiting for you to take the reins, willing to hand over control before you'd even started.
"First," you said, stepping into the bedroom and pulling her gently after you, "I want you to take off that sweater." Karina's hands moved to the hem of the gray wool. The fabric lifted, revealing the black lace you'd glimpsed earlierâa bralette, delicate and expensive-looking, the kind of thing you wore when you wanted to feel beautiful even if no one else would see it. The sweater came over her head and dropped to the floor.
Her skin was luminous in the low light. Pale and smooth, with the kind of muscle definition that came from years of dancingâtoned arms, a flat stomach that tensed as she breathed, the curve of her ribs just visible beneath the skin. "Now the leggings." She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and pushed them down, bending at the waist. The movement was efficient, not seductive, but it didn't matterâthe sight of her body unfolding as she straightened up, the black lace of her underwear matching the bralette, the long lines of her legs.
You circled her slowly. She stood very still, the way she'd probably been trained to stand for fittings and stage checks, but there was a tremor in her thighs that she couldn't quite control. Anticipation. Maybe fear. Probably both. "Lie down on the bed," you said. "On your back."
Karina did as she was told. The mattress barely dipped under her weightâmemory foam, probably, the kind that cost more than your monthly rent. She arranged herself in the center of the white expanse, arms at her sides, looking up at the ceiling. "Close your eyes." Her lashes swept down against her cheeks. The room was silent except for her breathing, which had gone shallow and quick. You stood at the foot of the bed and watched her. The rise and fall of her chest. The way her fingers curled against the sheets. The faint flush spreading from her neck to her collarbones.
"How do you feel?" you asked. "Exposed."
"Good." You moved to the side of the bed and sat down on the edge, close enough that your hip nearly touched hers. Karina's breathing hitched at the proximity.
"Do you know what I'm going to do to you?"
A pause. "No." "I'm going to use you." The words came out rougher than you'd intended. "I'm going to take everything you're willing to give me, and I'm going to make you feel every second of it. Your body belongs to me tonight. Do you understand?"
Her voice was barely a whisper. "Yes."
"And you want that?"
"God, yes."
"Look at me." Her eyes opened. They were glassy already, the pupils blown wide. The composed idol from five minutes ago was already starting to dissolve, replaced by something more vulnerable and infinitely more real. "Your husband," you said. "Does he ever look at you like this?"
Karina flinchedâa tiny movement, but you caught it. "No."
"Does he touch you?"
"No."
"Does he make you feel anything at all?" A tear slipped from the corner of her eye, tracking down her temple and into her hair. "No." You leaned closer. "Then forget him. Forget all of it. Right now, there's only me and you and what your body can take. Nothing else. No Karina. No Yu Ji-min. Just a woman who needs to be fucked like she matters."
The tears were coming faster now, but she wasn't sobbingâjust leaking, silently, the release of pressure that had been building for months.
"Please," she said. "Please."
"Please what?"
"Make me forget." You stood up and began unbuttoning your shirt. Karina watched you through blurred vision, her chest rising and falling with breaths she couldn't seem to control. The black lace of her bralette had shifted, revealing the upper curve of her breasts, the skin there flushed and warm.
"Last chance to change your mind," you said, pulling your shirt off and letting it fall. Her eyes traveled over your chest, your arms, the line of your stomach. When she spoke, her voice was steadier than it had been.
"I'm not changing my mind."
"Good." You unbuckled your belt and pulled it free from the loops with a single smooth motion. The leather whispered against the fabric of your pants. "Because I'm just getting started." The belt was still in your hand. Karina watched it loop between your fingers, the leather dark against your palm. Her tears had left shiny tracks down her temples, disappearing into the hairline, and her breathing had gone shallow againânot from crying now, but from something else. Something that made her thighs press together on the white sheets.
âSit up,â you said. She pushed herself upright, the bralette shifting as she moved. One strap slipped off her shoulder. She didnât fix it. You folded the belt in half and ran your thumb along the smooth side. âYou said you wanted to stop being Karina for a few hours.â
âYes.â
âThen Iâm going to take away your sight.â Her lips parted. A micro-flinchânot fear, not exactly. More like the bodyâs instinctive response to a cliff edge. The moment before the jump. âThe blindfold,â you continued, âstays on until I take it off. If it becomes too much, you use the taps. Three of them. Anywhere you can reach me.â
âI know the rules.â
âI know you do.â You stepped closer, until your knees touched the edge of the mattress. âBut I want to hear you say it. What happens if you need to stop?â
âThree taps.â Her voice was steadier now. âOn you. Anywhere.â
âAnd whatâs your word?â
âRed.â
âGood.â You reached down and brushed your knuckles along her jawline. The contact was feather-light, almost accidental. âLift your hair.â She gathered the dark strands and held them up, exposing the nape of her neck. The movement arched her back slightly, pushed her chest forward. The black lace strained against her breasts. You brought the belt around her head. The leather was cool, supple from use. You positioned it across her eyes, careful not to catch her hair in the buckle, and pulled it snug against her temples. Not tight enough to hurt. Tight enough that she wouldnât see anything but darkness.
âHow does that feel?â
Karina exhaled. âDark.â
âCan you see anything?â
âNo.â
âGood.â You fastened the belt at the back of her head and let your fingers trail down the side of her neck as you withdrew. Her pulse hammered against your fingertips. âNow lie back down.â She lowered herself onto the mattress. The movement was different nowâless controlled, more tentative. Without her sight, every shift of her body became a negotiation with the unknown. Her hands found the sheets and gripped them. You stood at the edge of the bed and looked at her. The idol that half of Korea fantasized about. The face on every billboard. Reduced to a blindfolded woman in black lace, her chest rising and falling in shallow, rapid cycles, her lips slick where sheâd licked them.
âSpread your legs.â Karinaâs thighs parted. The movement was slow, almost reluctantâbut she did it. The matching black panties were cut high on her hips, the fabric thin enough that you could see the suggestion of her underneath. A dark shadow. A slight dampness already bleeding through.
âWider.â She obeyed. Her knees fell open, exposing the full length of her. The panties pulled taut across her cunt. The outline of her lips. The little seam where they parted.
You didnât touch her there. Not yet. Instead you climbed onto the bed, positioning yourself beside her. The mattress dipped under your weight, and Karinaâs body shifted toward you instinctivelyâgravity pulling her toward the heat of your skin. âYouâre going to use your mouth now,â you said. âAnd while you do, Iâm going to play with these.â Your fingers found the strap of her bralette. You pulled it down. Then the other strap. The lace caught on her nipples for a momentâalready peaked, already hardâbefore you tugged it free and let the fabric pool around her waist.
Karinaâs breasts were full and pale, the nipples a dusty rose color that darkened at the tips. They stiffened further in the open air, and she made a small soundâsomething between a gasp and a whimper. âYou like that.â
âYes,â she breathed.
âYou like being blindfolded. You like not knowing whatâs coming next.â
âI⌠yes.â You traced a circle around her right nipple with your fingertip. The skin puckered. Karinaâs back lifted off the mattress.
âDonât move,â you said. âStay still and let me touch you.â She forced herself down. The effort was visibleâher abdominal muscles tensed, her hands fisting in the sheets. You circled the nipple again, closer this time, and then you took it between your thumb and forefinger and squeezed. The sound she made was not a moan. It was a broken exhale, a noise that started in her chest and caught in her throat. Her hips bucked onceâan involuntary spasmâand then she forced them still. âThatâs it,â you murmured. âLet your body react. Donât fight it.â
You rolled the nipple between your fingers, working it slowly. The texture was fascinatingâthe way it tightened and pebbled under your touch, the way the areola crinkled around it. Karinaâs breathing had gone ragged. A flush was spreading down her chest, past her collarbones, toward the swell of her breasts. âDoes your husband ever touch you like this?â
âNoââ The word came out strangled.
âDoes he know what your body does when someone pays attention to it?â
âHe doesnât⌠he neverâŚâ
âHe never what?â
âHe never touches me.â The confession was barely a whisper. âHe neverâahââ Youâd switched to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment. Roll. Squeeze. A gentle twist that made her gasp and arch before she remembered she was supposed to stay still.
âThen heâs a fool,â you said. âBecause your body is extraordinary.â You leaned down and took her nipple into your mouth. Karina cried out. The sound was sharp and sudden, echoing in the vast bedroom. Your tongue laved across the tight bud, traced circles around the areola, and then you suckedâa long, pulling pressure that made her whole body go rigid.
âOhâoh godââ Her hands came up, flailing in the dark, and found your shoulders. Her nails dug in. You didnât tell her to stop. Instead you sucked harder, pulling the nipple deep into your mouth while your other hand continued working its twinârolling, pinching, tugging in counterpoint to the rhythm of your tongue. She was making sounds now that had no words in them. Just vowels. Just broken, desperate vowels that rose and fell with the movement of your mouth. You released her nipple with a wet pop.
âHands down,â you said. âWeâre not done.â Karinaâs fingers uncurled from your shoulders. She lowered her arms back to the bed. Her chest was heaving, both nipples now slick and swollen, darker than theyâd been before. The blindfold had shifted slightlyâjust a millimeterâbut she hadnât tried to remove it. âGood girl. Now.â You unfastened your pants and pushed them down. Your boxers followed. âI want you to sit up. I want you on your knees. Can you do that?â
She nodded. The belt bobbed with the movement. Getting her upright was an exercise in trust. She couldnât see the edge of the bed, couldnât gauge the distance. You guided her by the shouldersâfirst into a sitting position, then turning her so her legs hung off the side of the mattress. âOn your knees,â you said. âOn the floor.â Karina slid off the bed. Her knees hit the hardwood with a soft thud. The position put her face level with your hips, and even though she couldnât see you, she must have sensed your proximity, because her breath quickened. âYouâre going to use your mouth now,â you said. âThe way youâve been thinking about since you first called the agency. The way youâve imagined in this empty bed at night while your husband was god knows where.â
Her lips parted. Her tongue darted out, wetting them. âBut you donât get to use your hands. Not yet. Just your mouth. And while you work, Iâm going to keep playing with your nipples. Do you understand?â
âYes.â You guided yourself toward her mouth. The head of your cock brushed her lower lipâjust a touch, just enough for her to feel the heat. Karinaâs whole body shuddered. âOpen.â She did. Her jaw dropped, and you pushed forward, sliding the tip past her lips. The inside of her mouth was hot. Wet. Her tongue met the underside of your shaft, tentative at first, then bolderâflattening against you, tracing the ridge of the head. You groaned. The sound was involuntary. âThatâs it. Take more.â
She did. Her lips stretched around your girth, and you watched her jaw work as she accommodated the intrusion. There was no hesitation nowâthe blindfold had freed her from something. From the performance. From the expectation. From Karina Yu, the idol, and all the ways that identity constrained her. The woman kneeling on the floor was just a woman. A woman who wanted to suck cock. You reached down and found her nipples again. Both of them this time, one in each hand, rolling them between your thumbs and forefingers as she began to move.
Karina moaned around your shaft. The vibration traveled through you, up your spine, into the base of your skull. âMmmââ
She pulled back, let her tongue swirl around the head, then pushed forward againâdeeper this time. Her throat flexed. A gag reflex triggered, and she choked, but she didnât pull away. She held herself there, breathing through her nose, letting her throat adjust to the intrusion. âFuck,â you breathed. âYouâve done this before.â She couldnât answerâher mouth was fullâbut the way she moved said everything. This wasnât practice. This was muscle memory. Somewhere in her past, before the fame and the management and the carefully curated image, there had been a girl who knew exactly what to do with her mouth. You pinched her nipples harder. She whimpered. Bobbed her head. The wet sounds of her mouth filled the roomâthe slick slide of lips on skin, the soft suction when she pulled back, the obscene little pop when she reached the tip and let go for just a moment before diving back down.
âLook at you.â Your voice had gone rough. âThe most famous woman in Korea. On her knees. Blindfolded. Choking on a strangerâs cock.â Karinaâs response was a moan that vibrated through your entire shaft. She sucked harder. Faster. Her tongue worked the underside of your cock with the kind of precision that spoke to experienceâflicking against the frenulum, tracing the vein that ran along the length, pressing flat and wide when she reached the base. You tugged her nipples in rhythm with her bobbing. Pull when she went down. Release when she came up. The coordination turned her body into an instrumentâyou played her nipples, and she played you with her mouth. Saliva dripped down her chin. It pooled in the hollow of her throat, ran in thin rivulets toward her collarbones. She was messy now. Undone. The composed idol from an hour ago was dissolving into something rawer and infinitely more beautiful.
âDeeper,â you said. âTake it deeper.â She pushed forward. Her throat constricted around the head of your cockâa tight, hot pressure that made your vision swim. She gagged again, harder this time, and you felt her throat spasm around you. âStay there.â She held. Her shoulders trembled. A tear leaked from beneath the blindfoldânot from crying, but from the physical reflex of her throat trying to expel the intrusion. The tear tracked down her cheek and mixed with the saliva on her chin. You released her nipples and cupped her face instead. Your thumbs traced the stretched line of her lips, the bulge of your cock visible through her cheek.
âYouâre perfect like this,â you murmured. âBlind. Choking. Desperate. This is what you needed, isnât it? To be used. To be nothing but a mouth.â Karina made a soundâhalf moan, half sobâand nodded as much as she could with your cock buried in her throat. You pulled back. Let her breathe. A thick strand of saliva connected her bottom lip to the tip of your cock.
âDonât swallow yet,â you said. âLet it drip.â She obeyed. The saliva pooled and spilled, running down her chin and onto her chest. It made her skin glisten in the low light.
âNow use your hands. Both of them. Show me how you touch yourself when you think about this.â Her hands came up immediatelyâeager, almost frantic. One wrapped around the base of your shaft while the other cupped your balls. Her fingers were cool against the heat of your skin. She squeezed gently, testing the weight, and then her mouth was back on youâlips stretched wide, tongue working, throat opening. The blindfold was soaked now. Tears and sweat had darkened the leather around her eyes. You reached down and found her nipples again. Plucked them. Rolled them. Pinched them until she keened around your cock, the sound high and desperate. âYou love this. You love being on your knees for a stranger. You love not being in control.â
âMmmhmmââ The affirmation vibrated through your shaft.
âSay it. Pull off and say it.â She let you go with a gasp. Her lips were swollen, the color darkened to a deep rose. âI love it. I love being on my knees. I loveââ She swallowed, her throat working. âI love not being in control.â
âWhy?â
âBecauseâŚâ Her blindfolded face tilted up toward your voice. âBecause for once I donât have to pretend. I donât have to be perfect. I donât have to be Karina. I can just be⌠this.â
âA mouth.â
âYes.â
âA set of holes.â
She shuddered. âYes.â
âSay it.â
âIâm a mouth.â Her voice cracked. âIâm a set of holes. Iâm justâIâm just a body that wants to be used.â You stroked her cheek. âGood girl. Now open up.â She did. Her jaw dropped, tongue extendedâa gesture of pure, shameless submission. You guided yourself back into her mouth and this time you didnât let her set the pace. You fucked her throat with slow, deliberate thrusts, watching her lips stretch around you, watching her chest heave as she struggled to breathe through her nose.
Your hands never left her nipples. They were dark now, engorged, slick with the saliva that had dripped down from her chin. You twisted them in opposite directions and Karina screamed around your cockâa muffled, desperate sound that was swallowed by the column of flesh filling her throat. âAgain.â Twist. Scream. Her thighs squeezed together, and through the thin black panties you could see her cunt clenching on nothing.
âYouâre getting wet from this. From choking on a strangerâs cock while he twists your nipples.â She couldnât answer. Could only whimper and bob her head and take it. You pulled her off again. She gasped, coughed, and then immediately tried to lean forwardâto get you back in her mouth. You held her by the hair. âNot yet. I want to look at you.â Karina knelt there, chest heaving, lips swollen and slick, chin dripping. The blindfold was a dark slash across her face. Her nipples jutted out from the flushed mounds of her breasts, hard and dark and wet. âYouâre the most beautiful thing Iâve ever seen,â you said. âAnd I mean that. Not Karina the idol. Not the image. This. Right here. A woman who finally stopped pretending.â
Her lips trembled. âPlease.â
âPlease what?â
âPlease let me finish. Please let me taste you. PleaseâI needâI need to feel youââ
âYou need to feel me come down your throat.â
âYes.â The word was a sob. âYes. Please. Use my mouth. Use my throat. I donât care if I canât breathe. I just want to feel it. I want to taste it. Please.â You guided her back onto your cock. She took you deeper than beforeâno hesitation, no slow build. She swallowed you whole, her nose pressing against your abdomen, her throat working around the intrusion like it was made for this. Made for you. Your hands found her nipples one last time. You pinched them hardâthe hardest yetâand held the pressure as she sucked. Karinaâs whole body convulsed. Her thighs pressed together so tightly that the muscles in her legs stood out in sharp relief. A muffled, keening sound escaped from somewhere deep in her throat. She was close. Even without touching her cunt, even without any stimulation below the waistâshe was close. The nipple play and the blindfold and the degradation had wound her up to a breaking point.
You felt your own climax building. A tightening at the base of your spine. A coiling pressure that radiated outward. âIâm going to come,â you said. âAnd youâre going to swallow every drop. Do you understand?â Karinaâs response was to suck harder. Her tongue worked the underside of your shaft, pressing and stroking in time with her bobbing. Her hand cupped your balls and squeezedâgently, then harderâand that was it. The orgasm hit like a punch to the spine. You groanedâa deep, guttural soundâand your hands tightened on her nipples as the first pulse of cum shot into her mouth. She swallowed. You felt her throat work around the head of your cock, milking you, drawing out every pulse. The second shot. The third. She took them all, her lips sealed tight around your shaft, not letting a single drop escape.
âFuck. Fuck, Karinaââ She pulled back just enough to let the last pulse land on her tongue. Then she closed her mouth and swallowed again, her throat moving in a long, deliberate gulp. When she finally released you, she sat back on her heels. Her chest was still heaving. Her nipples were dark and swollen. Her chin glistened. A single drop of cum had escaped the corner of her mouth and was tracking slowly down toward her jaw. You reached down and wiped it away with your thumb. Then you pressed your thumb to her lips. She sucked it clean.
âThank you,â she whispered. You crouched down in front of her. The blindfold was ruinedâsoaked through with tears and sweat, the leather darkened to near-black. You reached behind her head and unbuckled it. The belt fell away.
Karina blinked. Her eyes were glassy and unfocused, the pupils so dilated that her irises were barely visible. Tear tracks striped her cheeks. Her lipsâswollen, bruised-looking, the lipstick she hadnât been wearing long since replaced by a deeper, more honest color. She looked wrecked. She looked free. âHow do you feel?â you asked.
A long pause. Then a smileâsmall, fragile, but real. âLike Iâm still here. Like Iâm actually⌠in my body. For the first time in months.â You brushed the hair away from her face. âWeâre not done.â Karinaâs smile widened, just a fraction. âI know.â âLie back down on the bed. On your stomach this time.â She rose on unsteady legs and climbed onto the mattress. The black panties were soaked through nowâa dark, wet patch that spread from the gusset all the way to the waistband. She arranged herself face-down on the white sheets, her arms stretched above her head, her legs slightly apart.
The position made her ass look incredible. Round and full, the cheeks peeking out from beneath the lace.
You climbed onto the bed behind her. Your cock was still half-hard, already stirring again at the sight of her. âIâm going to take these off now,â you said, hooking your fingers into the waistband of her panties. âAnd then Iâm going to find out just how wet choking on a strangerâs cock made you.â
Karinaâs voice was muffled by the pillow. âYes. Please. Touch me.â You pulled the panties down. And stopped breathing. The panties slid down the curve of her ass, the black lace peeling away from skin that glistened with moisture. The gusset left a shining trail across the backs of her thighsâa snail's track of arousal that caught the bedroom's low light. You stopped breathing.
Karina's cunt was laid bare before you, the lips puffy and flushed a deep rose, parted just enough to reveal the darker, wetter flesh within. Her arousal had coated everythingâthe inner thighs, the neat strip of dark hair above her mound, the puckered swirl of her asshole that winked at you as she shifted on the mattress. The scent hit you next: salt and musk and something sweeter underneath, the raw perfume of a woman who'd been sucking cock while her nipples were tortured and had loved every second of it.
"Fuck," you breathed. Karina's response was muffled by the pillow. "What? What is it?"
"You're dripping. You're actuallyâ" You ran one finger along the seam of her cunt, not pushing in, just gathering the slick that had pooled there. The touch made her whole body jolt. "You're soaked. All the way down your thighs."
"I know." Her voice cracked. "I could feel it. While I wasâwhile you were in my mouthâI could feel myself getting wetter and I couldn't do anything about it."
"Did you want to?"
"Yes. God, yes. I wanted to touch myself so badly. But you told me not to move. So I just⌠leaked." You brought your slick-coated finger to your mouth and tasted her. Salty. Slightly bitter. Clean. The flavor bloomed on your tongue, and something in your chest tightenedânot just lust, though there was plenty of that, but something closer to awe. The most famous woman in Korea was face-down on her marital bed, her cunt drooling onto the sheets, waiting for a stranger to decide what to do with her.
"Please," Karina whispered. "Please touch me. I've been waiting. I've been so patient. Please."
"How long has it been since someone touched you here?"
"Eight months. Since before the wedding. He neverâJoon-ho neverâ" She choked on the name. "He never wanted to. Even before we got married. He said it was⌠messy. He said he preferredâ"
"Preferred what?"
"His hand. His own hand. While I lay next to him pretending to be asleep." The confession hung in the air. You looked at the perfect curve of her ass, the trembling muscles of her thighs, the slick heat of her cunt that some man had decided wasn't worth his time. "His loss," you said. "Don't move." You positioned yourself behind her, kneeling between her spread legs. The position gave you a view of everythingâthe long line of her spine, the flare of her hips, the dark cleft of her ass, and at the center of it all, her cunt. Swollen. Wet. Waiting.
"Two fingers," you said. "I'm going to put two fingers inside you. And you're going to scream into that pillow." Karina grabbed the pillow and pulled it to her face. You pushed your middle finger into her first.
The heat was staggering. Tightâgod, she was tightâbut so wet that your finger slid in to the second knuckle without resistance. Her inner walls clenched around the intrusion, a rippling squeeze that traveled from base to tip. Karina's back arched. A strangled sound escaped the pillow.
"One," you said. "Here comes the second."
Your index finger joined the first. The stretch made her gaspâa sharp intake of air that she cut off by biting the pillow. You pushed both fingers deep, curling them upward, searching for the rough patch of tissue that would make her see stars.
You found it.
Karina screamed.
The sound was muffled by the pillow but still loud enough to echo in the vast bedroom. Her hips bucked backward, driving your fingers deeper. Her cunt clamped down with a force that made your knuckles ache.
"There it is," you murmured. "That's what you needed, isn't it? Someone to find it. Someone to touch it. Someone who isn't afraid of a little mess."
"Don't stopâplease don't stopâ"
You didn't stop. You fucked her with your fingers in slow, deep strokes, curling them against that spot every time you bottomed out. The wet sounds were obsceneâa slick, squelching rhythm that filled the room. Her juices coated your hand, dripped down your wrist, pooled on the sheets beneath her.
"Listen to yourself," you said. "Listen to how wet you are. You sound like aâ"
"Like a whore." The word came out muffled but clear. "Say it. I want you to say it."
"You sound like a whore. A dripping, desperate whore who's been neglected for eight months and finally has someone's fingers in her cunt."
Karina moanedâa long, wavering sound that rose in pitch as you increased your pace. Her fingers clawed at the sheets. Her ass lifted higher, presenting herself more openly, and you watched her cunt stretch around your fingers, the lips clinging to your knuckles every time you pulled back.
"More," she gasped. "More. I need more. I needâ"
"You need what?"
"I need to come. Please. Please let me come. I've been so good. I swallowed everything. I didn't spill a drop. Please."
You slowed your fingers. Stopped them entirely, buried to the hilt inside her.
Karina whimpered. "Noâno, why did you stopâ"
"Because I want to hear you beg properly." You leaned down, your lips brushing the shell of her ear. "You're not Karina right now. You're not an idol. You're just a wet hole that wants to be filled. So beg like one."
A shudder ran through her body. Her voice, when it came, was smaller than beforeâstripped of the polish, stripped of everything except raw, naked need.
"Please fuck me with your fingers. Please make me come. I've been empty for so long. I've been so empty and so lonely and the only thing that's made me feel anything in months is your cock in my throat and your fingers on my nipples and now I needâI need you to let me finish. I need to feel something break inside me. Please. I'm begging you. I'm begging like the desperate slut I am. Please."
"Good girl."
You resumed fucking her with your fingers. Faster this time. Harder. The curl against her G-spot became a pounding rhythm, and Karina's whole body began to shake. Her thighs quivered. Her ass clenched and unclenched. The pillow was soaked with saliva and tears.
"I'm closeâI'm so closeâ"
You pulled your fingers out.
"No!" The word was a howl. Her cunt gaped for a moment, empty and clenching on nothing, and then she collapsed forward onto the mattress. "Why? Why did youâI was right thereâ"
"Turn over."
She rolled onto her back. Her face was a wreckâeyes wild and glassy, cheeks blotchy with tears, lips still swollen from the blowjob. Her chest heaved. Her nipples stood out like dark berries against the pale swell of her breasts.
"Spread your legs."
She did. Her cunt was even more obscene from this angleâthe lips engorged and spread, the inner flesh a slick, vivid pink, the hood of her clitoris pulled back to reveal the pearl beneath. Everything glistened.
"Touch yourself."
Karina's hand flew to her cunt. Her fingers found her clit and began rubbing in tight, frantic circles. Her other hand grabbed her breast, squeezing, pinching the nipple.
"That's it. Show me how you make yourself come when you're alone in this empty house."
"It's always you," she panted. "Not youânot you specificallyâbut someone. Someone who isn't him. Someone who wants me. I imagineâI imagine being taken. Being used. Being ruined." Her circles grew faster. "I imagine a stranger's cock. A stranger's hands. I imagine being bent over and fucked until I can't walk. Until I can't think. Until I forget my own name."
"And does your husband ever make you come?"
"Never. Not once. Not evenânot even when weâahâ"
"Don't stop. Keep rubbing."
Her fingers were a blur on her clit. Her hips lifted off the mattress. The muscles in her stomach stood out in sharp definition. She was close againâyou could see it in the flush spreading across her chest, the way her mouth fell open, the frantic, jerky movements of her hand.
"Please," she gasped. "Please let meâ"
"Stop."
Her hand froze. A sound came out of her that wasn't humanâa guttural, animal keen of pure frustration. Her clit twitched visibly, denied its release. Her cunt spasmed, squeezing around nothing, gushing a fresh surge of fluid that soaked the sheets.
"Fuck!" She slammed her fist against the mattress. "Fuck, fuck, fuckâ"
You grabbed her wrist and pinned it above her head. "Look at me."
Karina's eyes met yours. They were wet and desperate and furious and grateful all at once.
"You said you wanted to be ruined. Ruined doesn't mean easy. Ruined doesn't mean I let you come the moment you ask nicely. Ruined means I take you apart piece by piece until there's nothing left but the animal underneath. Do you understand?"
"Yes." The word was barely a whisper.
"Do you still want this?"
"God, yes. Yes. Ruin me. Please. I want to be ruined."
You released her wrist. "Then get on your hands and knees. I want to see all of you."
Karina scrambled into position. The movement was ungraceful, uncoordinatedâthe idol's dancer precision abandoned in favor of pure, sloppy need. She presented herself on all fours, her back arched, her ass lifted high. The position opened her completelyâher cunt a dark, wet gash between her thighs, her asshole a tight pink knot, everything glistening with the evidence of her arousal.
"Spread your ass cheeks."
Her hands reached back. Her fingers dug into the full flesh of her buttocks and pulled them apart, exposing herself more completely. The vulnerability of the gesture made your cock throb.
"Wider."
She stretched herself open until the pink of her cunt gaped slightly, until you could see the dark entrance of her body, the place where her wetness pooled and dripped in a slow, viscous thread onto the sheets.
"Please," she breathed. "Please ruin my pussy. I need your cock. I need it inside me. I've needed it since you walked through my door. Since before that. Since I first saw your picture in the agency file. Please. Fuck me. Fuck me like you hate me. Fuck me like I'm nothing."
You positioned yourself behind her.
Your cock was fully hard againâthick and veined, the head an angry purple, a bead of precum already forming at the slit. You gripped the base and ran the tip along her slit, coating yourself in her slick. The contact made her shudder.
"Is this what you want?"
"Yesâ"
You pushed the head against her entrance. The heat of her cunt kissed the tip of your cock.
"Say it again. Louder."
"YES. Fuck me. Please fuck me. Ruin my pussy. I want to feel you in my womb. I want to feel you for days. I want to walk into my next schedule and still feel where you've been. Pleaseâ"
You thrust forward.
One motion. No gradual entry. No easing her open. You buried yourself to the hilt in a single, brutal stroke, and Karina's plea dissolved into a scream that had no words in it.
Her cunt was impossibly tight. The wet heat of her gripped every inch of youâa clenching, rippling pressure that traveled from base to tip. You felt the head of your cock butt against her cervix, felt the resistant give of that deepest barrier, and then you pushed past it.
Karina's scream pitched higher.
"Oh fuckâoh fuck, you're so deepâyou're in myâ"
"Your womb. I know."
You stayed there for a moment, buried to the root, letting her body adjust to the intrusion. Her inner walls fluttered around your shaftâspasms of sensation that were half pleasure, half shock. Her fingers were still digging into her ass cheeks, holding herself open, and you could see exactly where your bodies joined. The stretched ring of her cunt. The way her lips clung to the base of your cock. The shine of her fluids on your skin.
"You're taking all of it," you said. "Every inch. You feel that? Feel how deep I am?"
"Yesâyes, I feel itâI feel you in my stomachâ"
"Good."
You pulled back. The drag of her walls against your shaft made your vision swim. Then you slammed forward again, harder than before, and Karina's head dropped between her shoulders, her whole body rocking forward from the force.
"AHâ"
"Again."
Another thrust. Harder. The sound of your bodies colliding was a wet slap that echoed off the bedroom walls. Her ass rippled with the impact. Her breasts swung beneath her.
"You wanted to be ruined," you growled, gripping her hips. "So I'm going to ruin you. I'm going to fuck this tight little cunt until you can't remember your own name. Until you can't remember his name. Until the only thing in your head is my cock and how deep it is and how hard I'm using you."
"Yesâyesâfuckâharderâ"
You gave her harder.
The rhythm you set was brutalâdeep, driving strokes that bottomed out against her cervix with every thrust. The wet sounds of her cunt filled the room. Your balls slapped against her clit. Sweat dripped from your forehead onto her back, tracing rivulets down her spine.
Karina was making sounds that didn't belong to any language. Guttural moans. High-pitched whines. Broken syllables that might have been words if she'd had enough control to form them. Her fingers had released her ass cheeks and were now fisting in the sheets, knuckles white, arms trembling.
"Look at you. The most famous idol in Korea. On her hands and knees. Getting her pussy destroyed by a stranger. Moaning like an animal. This is what you needed, isn't it? Not the fame. Not the money. Not the perfect husband and the perfect house. This. Just this. Just a cock in your cunt and someone who knows how to use it."
"YESâYES, THISâTHIS IS WHAT IâOH FUCKâ"
You reached around her body and found her clit. The bundle of nerves was swollen and slick, hard as a pebble under your fingertip. You pressed down and circledânot gently, not teasingly, but with the same brutal intensity as your thrusts.
Karina's whole body convulsed.
The orgasm hit her like a wave breaking against rocks. Her cunt clamped down on your cock with a force that almost hurtâa rhythmic, pulsing squeeze that traveled in waves from her core outward. Her back arched impossibly. Her head flew up, mouth open in a silent scream, eyes rolled back so far that only the whites were visible.
Then the sound came. A wail. A keening, animal cry that started low in her chest and rose to fill the room. Her arms gave out. She collapsed forward onto the mattress, but you followed her down, never stopping, never slowing, fucking her through the orgasm with the same relentless pace.
"Thaaaat's itâdon't stopâdon't stopâdon'tâI can'tâit's too muchâ"
"You can take it. You wanted to be ruined. You're going to take every thrust until I'm done with you."
"It's too muchâit'sâoh godâOH GODâ"
A second orgasm crashed over her before the first had fully subsided. This one was strongerâviolent, almost. Her cunt gushed around your cock, soaking your thighs, soaking the sheets. Her screams dissolved into sobs. Her body shook with a force that seemed to come from somewhere deeper than muscle, somewhere primal.
"PleaseâpleaseâI can'tâI can't take any moreâ"
"One more. Give me one more."
"I can'tâI can'tâ"
"You can. Feel that? Feel how deep I am? Feel how full you are? That's what you needed. Not his empty house. Not his empty promises. This. A cock that fills you up. A body that knows how to use yours. Come for me again, Karina. Come on this cock like the desperate whore you told me you are."
Her response was unintelligible. A stream of syllables that might have been Korean, might have been English, might have been neither. A confession. A prayer. A surrender.
You drove into her harderâdeeper, if that was even possibleâand pressed your thumb against her clit. The stimulation was merciless. Her cunt seized around you. Her sobs pitched higher.
And then she shattered.
This orgasm was different from the others. Quieter. Deeper. Her body went rigid for a long, suspended momentâevery muscle locked, every breath held. Then the release came, and it came with a flood. Her cunt gushed around your shaftânot just wetness this time, but a clear, copious fluid that sprayed against your thighs and soaked into the mattress beneath her.
Karina's voice broke on a single word: "Fuuuuckâ"
Her body went limp. Completely limp. She collapsed into the wet sheets, her chest heaving, her limbs twitching with aftershocks. Her cunt still pulsed weakly around your cockâlittle flutters of sensation that traveled up your shaft.
You slowed your thrusts. Eased to a stop. Buried yourself deep inside her one last time and held there, feeling the heat of her body, the slick grip of her cunt, the violent thudding of her heart that you could feel through the walls of her core.
The room was silent except for her breathingâragged, broken gasps that gradually slowed to something approaching normal.
"Are you still with me?" you asked.
A long pause. Then, muffled by the mattress: "I don't know. I think so. I think⌠I think that wasâŚ"
"That was what?"
"That was the first time. The first time anyone's everâ" She swallowed. The movement traveled through her whole body. "The first time anyone's ever made me come. Not just during sex. Ever."
You pulled out slowly. Her cunt made a wet, sucking sound as you withdrewâreluctant, almost, as if her body didn't want to let you go. A gush of fluid followed, clear and viscous, pooling on the already-soaked sheets.
Karina whimpered at the emptiness.
"Turn over," you said. "Look at me."
It took her a moment to find the strength. When she finally rolled onto her back, the sight of her made your chest tighten.
She was wrecked. Absolutely wrecked. Her face was blotchy with tears, her eyes swollen and glassy. Her lipsâstill puffy from the blowjobâwere parted, a thin trail of drool connecting the corner of her mouth to her chin. Her nipples were dark and angry-looking, surrounded by faint marks where your fingers had been. Her thighs were slick with her own fluids. Her cunt gaped slightly, the lips engorged and spread, still pulsing with aftershocks.
She had never looked more beautiful.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"You don't have to thank me."
"I know. I want to." Her voice was hoarseâfucked raw, used up. "I've been numb for so long. I didn't even realize how numb until⌠until you made me feel all of this. The pain. The pleasure. Theâthe shame. The humiliation. I felt all of it. I'm still feeling it."
"And right now? How do you feel?"
Karina's eyes found yours. The glassiness was fading, replaced by something clearer. Something almost peaceful.
"Full," she said. "And sore. And wet. And tired. AndâŚ" A pause. "Alive. I feel alive."
You reached down and brushed a strand of sweat-damp hair away from her forehead. The gesture was gentleâa stark contrast to everything you'd just done to her body.
"Good," you said. "Because we're still not finished."
Her eyes widened. Then, slowly, a smile spread across her wrecked faceâsmall and fragile and utterly genuine.
"I know," she said. "I was counting on it."
The shower was a rainfall fixture, wide enough for two, the water coming down in a steady, warm curtain. Steam fogged the glass enclosure. You stood behind Karina, cupping water in your palms and letting it run down her back. The rivulets tracked the geography you'd already memorizedâthe dip of her spine, the flare of her hips, the twin dimples just above the swell of her ass.
She leaned against the marble wall, forehead pressed to the cool stone.
"I can't feel my legs," she mumbled.
"That's normal."
"Is it?" A laugh, breathy and exhausted. "Good to know."
You reached for the body washâsomething expensive, sandalwood and bergamotâand worked it into a lather between your hands. When you touched her shoulders, Karina sighed. The sound was different from the ones that had filled the bedroom an hour ago. Softer. Quieter. The sigh of a body that had been wrung dry and was finally allowed to rest.
Your hands moved down her back in slow circles. Over the faint red marks your fingers had left on her hips. Across the small of her back where sweat had pooled and dried. Down to the curve of her ass, where you kneaded the muscle with careful pressure.
"You're going to be sore tomorrow," you said.
"Good." Her voice was muffled against the marble. "I want to be sore. I want to remember."
"Remember what?"
She turned around. Water sluiced down her front, plastering her hair to her neck and shoulders. The mascara she hadn't been wearing was long gone, but her eyes were still rimmed with red, still slightly swollen. The marks on her nipples had darkened. Her lipsâstill puffy, still that deep bruised roseâcurved into something that wasn't quite a smile.
"That I'm a real person. That someone wanted me. That for a few hours, I wasn't just a photograph."
You cupped her face. Your thumbs traced her cheekbones. "You were never just a photograph."
"You know what I mean."
"I do." You leaned down and kissed her forehead. Then the bridge of her nose. Then each eyelid, feather-light, the way you'd close a book you weren't finished reading. "But you need to hear it anyway. You're not what he made you feel. You were never what he made you feel."
Karina's breath shuddered out. Fresh tears mixed with the shower waterâsilent ones this time, not the wrenching sobs from before. She didn't answer. Didn't need to. You held her there in the steam until the water started to cool.
Later, wrapped in a robe that probably cost more than your monthly car payment, Karina walked you to the front door.
The foyer was different now. Less cavernous. The unopened flowers still sat on the console table, but something about them had shiftedâthey looked less like an accusation and more like a relic. A fossil from a life she was leaving behind.
She pressed a small folded paper into your palm.
"My real number," she said. "Not the one the agency has. Not the one my manager screens." Her fingers lingered on your wrist. "Call me. Or text me. I don't care which. Just⌠don't disappear."
You unfolded the paper. The handwriting was neat, preciseâidol training, probably, years of signing autographs until every stroke was perfect. Ten digits. No name. She didn't need one.
"I won't disappear," you said.
"You say that now."
"I mean it." You caught her hand and lifted it to your lips. Kissed her knuckles. Then the inside of her wrist, where the skin was thin and the pulse still fluttered. "You survived eight months of being invisible in your own house. The least I can do is answer a text."
She laughedâa real one this time, short and surprised. "That's a low bar."
"I'm a simple man."
Karina pulled her hand back, but slowly, the way you set down something fragile. "Go. Before I ask you to stay."
You didn't say goodbye. The training had taught you better than that. Goodbye implied an ending, and endings were the one thing clients like Karina didn't need more of. Instead you stepped out into the cool night air, the paper clutched in your hand, and let the door click shut behind you.
Three weeks passed.
Senior Park called on a Tuesday.
"New client," he said, the way he always didâlike he was offering you a gift and daring you to guess what was inside. "Young. Married. The usual story."
"The usual story" had become a kind of shorthand between you. Rich husband. Neglected wife. A mansion full of expensive things and no warmth. You'd heard it so many times now that the details blurred togetherâonly the faces changed, and even those were starting to feel familiar. Actresses. Idols. The wives of men who'd acquired beauty like a stock portfolio and then forgotten to check on it.
"Who is it?" you asked.
A pause. Park was savoring this.
"Jang Wonyoung."
The name hit you like a bucket of cold water.
"Wonyoung? From IVE?"
"The one and only." You could hear the grin in his voice. "Married at twenty-eight. To Kim Seok-joong. The producer. You know him?"
Everyone knew him. Kim Seok-joong had produced half the hits on the charts for the last five yearsâa genius behind the mixing board, a tyrant in the studio, and, according to every rumor mill in the industry, a man who treated marriage vows like a suggestion. The tabloids had run photos of him leaving clubs with trainees young enough to be his daughters. Wonyoung's name always appeared in the same articles, usually paired with words like "humiliated" and "trapped."
"She called us directly," Park continued. "Apparently she heard about us through a mutual acquaintance. Someone who spoke very highly of your work."
You thought of Karina. Of the paper still folded in your wallet.
"Mutual acquaintance?"
"I don't ask. I don't want to know. I just make the arrangements." The rustle of paper on his end. "She's in Hannam-dong. The penthouse. Tomorrow night, nine o'clock. Don't be late."
The line went dead.
Hannam-dong at night was a different kind of wealth than the gated mansions of the suburbs. Here the money went verticalâglass towers that stabbed into the sky, each floor a monument to someone's ambition. The penthouse elevator required a code, which Senior Park had texted you an hour earlier along with a single line: She's nervous. Go slow.
The elevator ascended in silence. No muzak. No mirrored walls. Just brushed steel and the soft hum of hydraulics. You watched the floor numbers climb and tried not to think about the fact that Jang Wonyoung was waiting at the top of this building. Jang Wonyoung, who'd debuted at fourteen and been famous before she could legally drive. Jang Wonyoung, whose face had sold a million magazines. Jang Wonyoung, who'd married a man twice her age and apparently regretted it before the ink on the certificate was dry.
The doors opened onto a private foyer.
The penthouse was smaller than Karina's mansionâeverything in Seoul was smaller than Karina's mansionâbut it made up for it in verticality. Floor-to-ceiling windows looked out over the Han River, the city lights reflected in the water like scattered coins. The furniture was minimalist: a low white sofa, a glass coffee table, a single orchid in a concrete pot. No photographs. No personal touches. It looked less like a home and more like a hotel suite where someone had been staying for too long.
Wonyoung stood at the window with her back to you.
She was taller than you'd expected. Taller than she looked on stage, where the camera angles and the choreography and the other members had a way of shrinking her. In person, barefoot on the marble floor, she was statuesqueâlong legs, a narrow waist, the kind of proportions that designers fought to dress. She wore an ivory silk robe that fell to her ankles, her dark hair loose and straight, still damp at the ends as if she'd just showered.
"It's a nice view," you said.
She didn't turn around. "I used to think so."
Her voice was different from Karina's. Lower. Flatter. Where Karina's words had crackled with suppressed fury, Wonyoung's came out like the air leaking from a tireâslow, deflated, resigned.
You stepped further into the room. "Senior Park said you wanted to meet me."
"Meet you." A short laugh. "That's a polite way of putting it."
"I can leave."
"Can you?" Now she turned. The sight of her face hit you like a physical forceâthe kind of beauty that felt almost aggressive, all sharp angles and full lips and eyes that were too big for her face. But there was something hollow behind them. Something that had been scooped out and never filled back in. "You can leave. You can stay. You can do whatever you want. I'm just⌠here."
"How long have you been 'just here'?"
Wonyoung crossed her arms over her chest. The robe was silk, thin enough that you could see the outline of her body beneath itâthe curve of her breasts, the flat plane of her stomach, the long lines of her thighs. She wasn't trying to be seductive. She wasn't trying to be anything. That was the most unsettling part.
"A year," she said. "Maybe longer. I stopped counting."
"A year of what?"
"Of waiting. Of pretending. Of showing up to award shows on his arm while everyone in the audience knows he fucked one of his backup dancers the night before." Her jaw tightened. "Do you know what that's like? To smile for cameras while your husband's mistress is standing ten feet away, adjusting her earpiece?"
You didn't answer. You'd learned with Karina that sometimes the best response was no responseâjust the space to let the words hang in the air until they lost their poison.
Wonyoung uncrossed her arms. Let them fall to her sides. "I'm not looking for sympathy."
"Then what are you looking for?"
"The same thing everyone who calls your agency is looking for." She met your eyes, and for a moment the hollowness flickeredâreplaced by something harder. Something almost defiant. "I want to feel like I exist. Like I'm not just⌠a decoration. A trophy. Something he acquired and then forgot about."
"How old are you?"
"Twenty-nine."
"And how old is he?"
A pause. "Fifty-two."
You let the number sit there. Fifty-two. Older than her father, probably. Old enough to know better. Old enough to treat a twenty-eight-year-old bride like a collectibleâdesirable right up until the moment the paperwork was signed, and then irrelevant.
"What does he say when you confront him?" you asked.
Wonyoung's laugh was empty. "He doesn't. He just⌠leaves. Goes to the studio. Comes back three days later smelling like someone else's perfume. And I'm supposed to pretend I don't notice. I'm supposed to be grateful. He made my career, after all. Half my songs were his. Half my image. Half my life." Her voice cracked on the last word. "I was nineteen when I met him. I didn't know anything. I thought it was love."
"What do you think it was now?"
"Ownership." The word came out flat. "He didn't want a wife. He wanted a muse. Something beautiful to inspire him. And now he's inspired by someone else, and I'm just⌠here. In this penthouse. With this view. Waiting for him to come home and pretending I don't know where he's been."
You moved closer. Not close enough to touchânot yetâbut close enough that she had to tilt her head slightly to keep meeting your eyes.
"What do you want from tonight?"
Wonyoung held your gaze. The defiance was back, stronger now, warring with the exhaustion. "I want to stop waiting. I want to be touched by someone who actually wants to touch me. I wantâŚ" She swallowed. "I want to feel like a woman instead of a photograph. Does that make sense?"
"Perfect sense."
"And you can do that? You can⌠give me that?"
"I can give you whatever you're willing to take." You held out your hand, palm up, the same way you had with Karina three weeks ago. "But I need to hear you say it. I need to know you're sure."
Wonyoung looked at your hand. The hesitation was visibleâthe same hesitation every client had, the moment before they crossed the line from thinking about it to doing it. The moment where the life they'd been living warred with the life they wanted.
Then she took it.
"I'm sure," she said. "I've been sure for six months. I just didn't know who to call."
"Your safeword?"
"Red."
"And if you can't speak?"
"Three taps. Anywhere you can feel them."
Her palm was cool against yours. Her fingers were long and slenderâpianist's fingers, though you knew she didn't play. The silk of her robe brushed against your wrist.
"Before we start," you said, "I want you to know something."
"What?"
"This isn't about your husband. This isn't about revenge. This isn't about making him feel what you've been feeling." You squeezed her hand gently. "This is about you. Right now. In this room. Nothing else exists. Do you understand?"
Wonyoung's lips parted. For a moment she looked youngerânot twenty-nine, but nineteen again, standing in a studio somewhere and believing that the famous producer who'd noticed her was offering her the world.
"I understand," she said.
"Good. Now take off the robe."
She released your hand. Her fingers went to the sash at her waist, the silk loosening with a whisper. The robe slipped off her shoulders. Pooled at her feet.
Underneath she wore nothing at all.
Her body was long and lean, with the kind of proportions that seemed almost impossible outside of a magazine spread. Small, high breasts with nipples the color of pale tea. A waist that nipped in dramatically before flaring into hips that had launched a thousand fan cams. Long legs, smooth and toned, the muscles of a dancer visible beneath the skin. A dark triangle of hair at the junction of her thighs, neatly trimmed.
But what struck you most wasn't the beauty. It was the stillness. Karina had been trembling with suppressed energy, her body practically vibrating with need. Wonyoung stood completely motionless, her arms at her sides, her expression unreadable. She looked like a statueâbeautiful and cold and utterly detached from the body she occupied.
"You're very beautiful," you said.
"I know." Not arrogant. Just⌠factual. "People tell me that a lot."
"Do you believe them?"
A flicker of somethingâsurprise, maybe, or confusion. "What?"
"Do you believe them? When they tell you you're beautiful. Do you feel beautiful?"
Wonyoung's brow furrowed. "I don't⌠I don't know what you mean."
"I think you do." You circled her slowly, the way you'd circle a sculpture in a gallery. "You've been told you're beautiful your whole life. It's on every magazine cover. Every comment section. Every introduction. But when you look in the mirror, what do you see?"
Her voice was quieter now. "I see what everyone else sees."
"That's not what I asked."
You stopped behind her. The view from here was just as strikingâthe sweep of her back, the curve of her ass, the way her hair fell in a dark curtain between her shoulder blades. She hadn't turned to follow you. She was still facing the window, still looking at the river and the lights.
"I asked what you see," you continued. "Not what they see. Not what the cameras see. What you see."
The silence stretched. Outside, a boat moved across the Han River, its lights reflecting in the dark water.
"Nothing," Wonyoung said finally. "I see nothing. I see a body that exists to be looked at. A face that exists to be photographed. When I look in the mirror, I don't see a person. I seeâŚ" She trailed off.
"A product."
"Yes." The word was barely audible. "A product. Something that was packaged and sold before I understood what I was agreeing to."
You stepped closer. Close enough that the heat of your body registered against her bare back. Close enough that if she leaned back even an inch, she'd be touching you.
"That ends tonight," you said. "Tonight, you're not a product. You're not a photograph. You're not what your husband neglected or what the cameras captured. You're a woman. Just a woman. And I'm going to make you feel like one."
Wonyoung's breathing had changed. Shallower. Faster. Her shoulders rose and fell in the window's reflection.
"How?" she asked.
"First, I'm going to touch you. Not the way a photographer touches you. Not the way a stylist touches you. I'm going to touch you the way a man touches a woman he wants." You raised your hand and let it hover just above her shoulderânot making contact, but close enough that she could feel the heat of your palm. "And you're going to stand right here and let yourself feel it. All of it. Every sensation. Do you understand?"
Her voice was a whisper. "Yes."
"Good."
You let your hand settle on her shoulder.
The contact was lightâjust your palm against her skin, your fingers curving over the ridge of her collarbone. But Wonyoung's reaction was immediate. Her breath stuttered. Her spine stiffened. The muscles beneath your hand went rigid, then slowly, gradually, began to soften.
"When's the last time someone touched you?" you asked.
"I don'tâŚ" She swallowed. "I don't remember."
"Months?"
"Longer. Before the wedding, maybe. He was⌠interested then. Before he had me. After thatâŚ" She shook her head.
You moved your hand down her arm. Slowly. Deliberately. Letting your fingers trace the curve of her bicep, the dip of her elbow, the smooth skin of her forearm. Goosebumps rose in the wake of your touch.
"Close your eyes," you said.
She did. Her lashes swept down against her cheeks, dark against the pale skin.
"Now I want you to focus on what you're feeling. Not what you're thinking. Not what you're worried about. Just the physical sensation. My hand on your skin. The heat of my body behind you. The cool air on the rest of you. Can you do that?"
"I can try."
"Don't try. Just do."
You brought your other hand to her waist. The silk of the robe had been thin, but her bare skin was thinnerâsofter, warmer, alive in a way the fabric never could be. You felt the slight give of flesh over muscle, the delicate architecture of her ribs. Wonyoung's lips parted. A tremor ran through her.
"Good," you murmured. "That's it. Stay present. Stay here."
Your hands moved together nowâone sliding up to cup her breast, the other tracing the curve of her hip. The contact was gentle, almost reverent. You weren't trying to arouse her yet. You were trying to wake her up. To remind her body that it was capable of sensation beyond the clinical touches of stylists and makeup artists and the indifferent hands of a husband who'd long since stopped seeing her as anything but an acquisition.
Her breast was small and firm, fitting perfectly in your palm. The nipple was already tighteningâan involuntary response, the body's language for yes, this, more. You circled it with your thumb, not quite touching the peak, letting the anticipation build.
"Oh," she breathed. Just that. Just the single syllable, but it was the most human sound she'd made since you'd arrived.
"You feel that?"
"Yes."
"What does it feel like?"
"Warm. It feels⌠warm. And tingly. Likeâlike pins and needles, but soft."
"That's your body waking up." You brushed your thumb across her nipple, finally making contact. The peak was hard now, pebbled and tight. Wonyoung's breath caught. Her hips shiftedâan instinctive movement, barely conscious. "That's your body remembering what it feels like to be touched."
"Don't stop," she whispered.
"I'm not stopping. I'm just getting started."
You turned her around to face you. Her eyes were still closed, her lips slightly parted, a flush spreading across her chest. The cool, detached statue from five minutes ago was already beginning to thaw.
"Open your eyes," you said.
She did. The hollowness was still there, but it had receded slightlyâpushed back by something warmer. Something hungrier.
"Lie down on the bed," you said. "On your back. I'm going to touch every inch of you, and you're going to stay present for all of it. No disappearing. No retreating into your head. You're going to feel everything. Do you understand?"
Wonyoung's voice was steadier now. "Yes."
"Good. Then let's begin."
She walked toward the bedroomâthe same statuesque stride, but looser now, less guarded. The ivory robe stayed in a puddle on the floor behind her, already forgotten.
You followed her. The penthouse bedroom was all windows on one side, the city lights glittering below like a mirror image of the stars. A king-sized bed dominated the center of the room. White sheets. Too many pillows. The same story, different setting.
Wonyoung lay down in the center of the mattress. Arranged herself with her arms at her sides, her hair spread across the pillow, her legs slightly apart. The position was almost clinicalâlike she was posing for a photograph. Muscle memory.
"Relax your arms," you said. "Above your head."
She lifted them. The movement pulled her breasts higher, flattened her stomach.
"Close your eyes."
Her lashes swept down.
You knelt on the bed beside her. In the silence, you could hear her breathingâquicker than before, but still controlled. Still holding onto something. You would need to break through that control. Not with force. With patience. With attention. With the kind of touch she'd been starved of for years.
"Now," you said, letting your hand hover over her stomach. "Let's find out what Jang Wonyoung feels like when she stops being a photograph and starts being a woman."
Your palm settled on her skin.
And Wonyoung began to tremble.
Your palm settled on Wonyoung's stomach.
The trembling started smallâa flutter of muscle beneath warm skinâthen spread outward, rippling through her thighs, her belly, the flat plane of her chest. She kept her eyes closed, arms still arranged above her head in that posing-for-a-photograph way that had become second nature.
"You're shaking," you said.
"I know." Her voice was thinner now. "I can't seem to stop."
"Don't stop. Let it happen."
Your hand moved in a slow circle, tracing the faint definition of her abdominal muscles. The skin here was softer than you'd expectedâyielding, warm, the kind of softness that came from being young and healthy and well-cared-for in every way except the one that mattered. Wonyoung's breath stuttered when your palm grazed the bottom of her ribcage.
"What are you feeling?"
"Your hand." A pause. "It's⌠warmer than I expected."
"What else?"
"I don't know. It's been so long sinceâ" She swallowed. The movement traveled down her throat, a subtle ripple. "Since anyone touched me without an agenda. My stylists touch me to adjust my clothes. Photographers touch me to fix my hair. Seok-joongâŚ" The name came out like a curse. "He doesn't touch me at all."
You traced the lower curve of her breast. Not the nippleânot yetâjust the swell where her chest began to rise. The skin was impossibly smooth, pale as cream in the city light streaming through the windows.
"When's the last time you touched yourself?"
Wonyoung's eyes opened. The question had surprised her. "What?"
"You heard me."
"I don'tâŚ" Her brow furrowed. "I don't do that."
"You don't masturbate?"
The word made her flinch. A tiny recoil, barely visible, but you caught it. "That's not something IâI mean, I've never reallyâ"
"Never?" You kept your hand where it was, still and warm against the curve of her breast. "You've never made yourself come?"
Wonyoung closed her eyes again. A flush was spreading from her chest up her neck, blooming across her collarbones like spilled wine. "Once. Maybe twice. A long time ago. Before I debuted. Before everything got soâŚ" She trailed off.
"So controlled."
"Yes."
"Show me."
Her eyes flew open. "What?"
"Sit up." You withdrew your hand and sat back on your heels. "I want to watch you touch yourself. I want to see how Jang Wonyoung pleasures her own body when no one else is looking."
The hesitation was visibleâa war playing out behind her eyes. The trained idol, the curated image, the woman who'd spent her entire adult life being looked at without ever being touched. Then something shifted. A crack in the facade. Her lips parted.
"Okay," she whispered.
She sat up slowly. The movement was graceful despite her tremblingâdancer's muscle memory, the body knowing what to do even when the mind was unmoored. She propped herself against the headboard, the white sheets pooling around her hips. Her breasts were small and high on her chest, the nipples still tight from your earlier attention.
"Lie back," you said. "Spread your legs. Let me see all of you."
Wonyoung arranged herself against the pillows. Her thighs parted with visible reluctanceânot resistance, but the shyness of a woman who'd been taught that her body was a commodity, not a source of pleasure. The dark triangle of hair between her legs was neatly trimmed, the lips beneath barely visible in the dim light.
"Touch your breasts first," you said. "The way you like it."
Her hands lifted. The movement was hesitant, almost clinical, like she was examining herself rather than pleasuring herself. Her fingers brushed her nipples and she gaspedâa sharp, surprised sound.
"That's it. They're sensitive, aren't they?"
"YesâI didn't knowâno one's everâ"
"No one's ever played with your nipples?"
"No." The word came out strangled. Her fingers circled the tight peaks, tracing the areolae with tentative strokes. "Seok-joong said breasts were forâahâfor looking at. Not forâ"
"Not for touching."
"Not for touching."
You watched her hands grow bolder. The circles became pinchesâgentle at first, then harder, the way you'd done earlier. Her back arched slightly. Her mouth fell open.
"Good girl. Now move one hand lower. Touch yourself between your legs."
Wonyoung's right hand slid down her stomach. The trembling was worse nowâher whole body vibrating with a tension that had nothing to do with cold and everything to do with the forbidden nature of what she was doing. Her fingers reached the dark curls and stopped.
"I don't know if I canâ"
"You can. Part your lips for me. Show me your cunt."
The vulgar word made her gasp. But her fingers obeyedâthey slid through the trimmed hair, parted the outer lips, exposed the pink flesh within. Even from where you knelt, you could see the gleam of moisture. The way her inner lips clung together, then separated with a wet, sticky sound.
"You're wet," you said. "You're wet and you haven't even touched your clit yet."
"Is thatâis that normal?"
"It's more than normal. It's beautiful. You're beautiful." You leaned closer. "Now find your clit. The little pearl at the top. Touch it."
Wonyoung's middle finger found the swollen bud. The contact made her whole body jerk. A sound escaped herâhalf moan, half whimperâand her thighs snapped shut around her hand.
"Keep them open. I want to watch."
"I can'tâit's tooâ"
"You can. Open your legs, Wonyoung. Let me see what your body does when you stop being a photograph."
She forced her thighs apart. The effort was visibleâmuscles trembling, breath coming in sharp, ragged bursts. Her finger began to circle her clit in slow, tentative strokes. The hood pulled back with each pass, revealing the slick pearl beneath. Her other hand stayed on her breast, pinching and rolling the nipple in counterpoint.
"There," she breathed. "Ohâthereâthat feelsâ"
"What does it feel like?"
"Tight. Hot. Likeâlike something's building. Like I need toâ" Her circling grew faster. "Like I need toâ"
"You need to come."
"Yes." The word was a sob. "Yes. I need to come. Please. I've neverânot with anyone watchingânot with anyoneâ"
"Come for me, Wonyoung. Let go. I've got you."
Her body seized. Her back arched off the mattress, her head thrown back, her mouth open in a silent scream. The hand between her legs moved franticallyârubbing, pressing, chasing the climax that was crashing over her. A keening sound escaped her throat, high and desperate.
Then she collapsed.
Her chest heaved. Her thighs quivered. The hand on her breast fell away, and the other remained pressed against her cuntânot moving now, just holding, as if she couldn't bear to let go of the sensation.
"That was your first orgasm with an audience," you said.
Wonyoung's laugh was breathless, almost giddy. "That was my first orgasm. Period. I don't think the other timesâI don't think they were real. Not like that."
"Not like that."
"No." She opened her eyes and looked at you. The hollowness was goneâreplaced by something brighter, something almost hungry. "I want more. I wantâ" She swallowed. "I want you inside me. But I want to be in control. Just this once. I want to decide."
You raised an eyebrow. "You want to ride me."
"Yes." The word came out stronger now. "I've spent my whole life being positioned. Being told where to stand and how to pose and what to wear. I wantâjust this onceâI want to be the one who decides. Does that make sense?"
"It makes perfect sense."
You stood up from the bed and unbuckled your pants. Wonyoung watched with open curiosityâthe way her eyes tracked the movement of your hands, the way her lips parted when you pushed your boxers down and your cock sprang free. She'd seen it earlier, of course, but now she looked at it differently. Like she was sizing it up. Like she was planning.
"It's thicker than I thought," she murmured.
"Is that a problem?"
"No." A small smile played at the corner of her mouth. "It's just⌠I've never seen one this close before. Not like this. Seok-joong and Iâthe few times weâit was always in the dark. Always over quickly. He never let me look."
"Look all you want."
She did. Her gaze traveled the length of your shaftâthe vein that pulsed along the underside, the ridge of the head, the way the skin pulled tight when you were fully hard. Her tongue darted out and wet her lips.
"Lie down," she said. "On your back."
You obeyed. The sheets were cool against your shoulders. Wonyoung rose on her knees and swung one long leg over your hips, straddling you. The position put her cunt directly above your cockâyou could see the pink of her inner lips, still slick from her orgasm, still parted and ready. A drop of her arousal fell onto your stomach.
"Like this?" she asked.
"Reverse."
"What?"
"Turn around. Face my feet. Reverse cowgirl."
Wonyoung blinked. Then understanding dawned, and with it came something you hadn't seen on her face beforeâa flicker of genuine excitement. "I've seen this position. In⌠things I've watched. When I was alone."
"Then you know how it works."
She turned around. The movement was awkwardâshe had to lift one leg, then the other, bracing herself with a hand on your thighâbut the awkwardness was part of the appeal. She wasn't performing. She wasn't posing. She was just a woman figuring out how to take what she wanted.
When she settled into position, facing away from you, the view was spectacular. The long sweep of her back. The curve of her ass, round and firm. The dark cleft between her cheeks, and below that, her cuntâstill wet, still open, positioned directly above your cock.
"Reach back," you said. "Take hold of me."
Her hand fumbled behind her. Fingers brushed your shaft, then your balls, then closed around the base. Her grip was tentativeâtoo light, too carefulâbut she guided the head to her entrance anyway. The contact made her gasp.
"Oh god. You're soâI can feel how big you are just from thisâ"
"Take your time. You're in control."
Wonyoung lowered herself an inch. The head of your cock pressed against her opening, parting the slick lips. The heat of her was incredibleâwet and tight and pulsing with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She stopped there, breathing hard, her thighs trembling on either side of your hips.
"I don't know if I canâ"
"You can. Slowly. Just a little at a time."
She sank down another inch. The head slipped inside her, and Wonyoung cried outâa sharp, startled sound that was half pain and half pleasure. Her inner walls clenched around you, a rippling squeeze that traveled from tip to base.
"Fuckâfuck, you're stretching meâ"
"You're doing so well. Take what you need."
Another inch. Then another. Her cunt was impossibly tightâtighter than Karina's, tighter than anyone you'd been with in recent memory. The walls gripped you like a fist, hot and slick and pulsing. Wonyoung's breathing had gone ragged. Her head dropped forward. Her hands braced on your thighs, nails digging in.
"I'm only halfwayâoh godâI'm only halfway and I already feel so fullâ"
"Keep going. You wanted control. Take it."
She took it. Her hips dropped the rest of the way, and your cock buried itself to the hilt inside her. Wonyoung screamed. The sound was raw and uncontrolledânothing like the polished idol voice, nothing like the careful, measured tones she'd used earlier. This was pure animal. Pure sensation.
"Oh fuckâoh fuckâyou're in my stomachâI can feel you in my stomachâ"
"Good. Now move."
She lifted her hips. The drag of her walls against your shaft made your vision swim. When she dropped back down, the impact sent a visible ripple through her ass. The cheeks jiggled with the force of it.
"Yesâ" She did it again. Faster. "Yesâthis isâthis is what I wantedâthis is what I neededâ"
"Tell me what it feels like."
"Full. So full. Likeâlike I'm being split open. Like I'm beingâahâlike I'm being claimed." She was moving faster now, finding a rhythm, her hips rolling in a way that spoke to years of dance training. The muscles in her back flexed and released with each stroke. "But I'm the one claiming you. I'm the oneâI'm the one in controlâ"
"That's right. You're in control. Take your pleasure, Wonyoung. Take all of it."
Her pace quickened. The wet sounds of her cunt filled the bedroomâa slick, rhythmic slap every time she bottomed out. Your cock was coated in her arousal, glistening in the city light. She reached back with one hand and grabbed your chestânot for balance, but for leverage, pulling herself harder onto you with each stroke.
"Touch myâtouch my breastsâpleaseâI needâ"
You reached up and cupped her breasts from behind. The position was awkward but the effect was immediateâWonyoung's rhythm faltered, then resumed faster than before. You pinched her nipples and she sobbed.
"Yesâyesâharderâ"
You twisted. She keened. Her hips became a blurâup and down, up and down, fucking herself on your cock with a desperation that bordered on violence. Her head was thrown back now, her dark hair cascading down her spine, her whole body sheened with sweat.
"I'm closeâI'm getting close againâI can feel it buildingâ"
"Look at you. Jang Wonyoung. The nation's sweetheart. Riding a stranger's cock in her marital bed. Moaning like an animal. Dripping down my thighs."
"YesâyesâI'm drippingâI'm making a messâSeok-joong would hate thisâhe'd hate how wet I amâhe'd hate howâhow much I love itâ"
"How much do you love it?"
"So muchâso fucking muchâI love being fullâI love being stretchedâI love being in controlâI love that you're letting meâ" Her voice cracked. "I love that you're letting me take what I needâ"
The tears started then.
They came without warningâa sudden spill from her eyes, tracking down her cheeks and dripping onto your thighs. Her rhythm faltered. Her breathing hitched and broke into sobs.
"I'm sorryâI'm sorryâI don't know why I'mâ"
"Don't stop." You squeezed her breasts gently. "Don't apologize. Keep moving. Let it out."
"I can'tâI can't stop cryingâ" But her hips kept moving. Slower now, but still moving. "It's justâit's been so longâI've been so aloneâ"
"I know."
"No one touches me. No one looks at me. No one wants me. I'm justâI'm just a thing he bought and forgot aboutâ"
"You're not a thing. You're a woman. A beautiful, passionate woman who deserves to be touched and wanted and pleasured. Keep moving. Let yourself feel it."
The sobs grew louder. Her hips moved faster, chasing the release that was building despiteâor maybe because ofâthe tears. Her hand tightened on your chest, nails digging crescents into your skin.
"I want to comeâpleaseâplease let me comeâ"
"It's yours. Take it. Come on my cock, Wonyoung. Come while you're crying. Come while you're in control. Show me what you look like when you let go."
She shattered.
The orgasm hit her like a waveâa convulsive, full-body spasm that made her back arch and her thighs clamp around your hips. Her cunt seized around your shaft, a rhythmic pulsing that milked you from base to tip. The scream that tore from her throat was wordless and raw, echoing off the penthouse windows.
And then she squirted.
The fluid gushed around your cockâa hot, copious flood that soaked your thighs and the sheets beneath you. Wonyoung's hips kept moving through it, grinding down onto you, drawing out every pulse of her climax. The squelching sounds were obscene. Her sobs mingled with moans.
"Oh godâoh god, I'm stillâit's still goingâI can't stopâ"
"Don't stop. Take everything."
She rode the orgasm until her thighs gave out. Then she collapsed backward, her spine landing against your chest, her head falling back onto your shoulder. Her cunt was still spasming weakly around your cock. Her chest heaved. Her face was a wreckâtears and sweat and smeared mascara that she hadn't been wearing.
You wrapped your arms around her waist and held her.
The silence stretched. Outside, the Han River glittered in the darkness, indifferent to everything happening in this penthouse. Wonyoung's breathing gradually slowed. The tremors in her thighs subsided.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"You don't have to thank me."
"I know. I want to." She turned her head, her cheek pressed against your chest. "No one's ever⌠I've never cried during sex before. I've never cried at all. Not since the wedding. I thought I'd forgotten how."
"Tears are just your body's way of releasing what you've been holding too long."
She laughedâa small, wet sound. "You sound like a therapist."
"I've had practice."
Silence again. Then, quieter: "Will you stay? Notânot for more sex. Just⌠stay. Until I fall asleep. I don't want to be alone tonight."
You pressed a kiss to her damp temple. "I'll stay."
Wonyoung sighed. The sound was different from beforeânot resignation, but relief. The relief of a woman who'd finally let go of something she'd been carrying for years.
"Good," she murmured. "That's good."
She closed her eyes. In the penthouse bedroom, with the city lights glittering below and your cock still half-hard inside her, Jang Wonyoung finally stopped trembling.
You held her until her breathing evened out. Until her body went slack against yours. Until the tears on her cheeks dried to salt and the wetness between her thighs cooled on your skin.
Tomorrow, you'd leave. Tomorrow, she'd go back to being Jang Wonyoung, idol-turned-trophy-wife, and you'd go back to whatever Senior Park had lined up next.
But tonight, she wasn't a photograph. Tonight, she was just a woman who'd remembered how to feel.
And that, you'd learned, was worth more than any paycheck the agency could offer.
Waking came in stages.
First, the soft gray light of early morning pressing against your eyelids. The penthouse windows had no curtainsâWonyoung liked to wake with the sun, you'd learn laterâand the Han River was a sheet of hammered silver outside the glass.
Second, the weight. Or rather, the absence of it. Sometime in the night she'd shifted off your chest, and now the mattress beside you was warm but empty.
Third, the sensation.
Wet. Hot. A rhythmic pressure that started at the base of your cock and traveled upward in slow, deliberate pulls. Your hips stirred before your mind caught upâan instinctive response, the body recognizing pleasure before the brain had finished booting up.
You opened your eyes.
Wonyoung was between your legs.
Her dark hair spilled across your thighs in a tangled mess, still sleep-mussed from the night before. The sheet had slipped off her shoulders, leaving her bareâthe long sweep of her spine, the curve of her ass, the soles of her feet crossed at the ankle behind her. She'd positioned herself on her stomach, propped on her elbows, and her mouth was wrapped around your cock.
She was still learning. The technique was messier than Karina's had beenâmore enthusiasm than skill, more eagerness than precision. Her tongue moved in uncertain patterns, tracing the ridge of the head, then the vein underneath, then back again as if she couldn't decide which part she wanted to taste most. Saliva pooled at the corners of her lips and dripped down your shaft, slicking her fingers where they curled around the base.
But what she lacked in experience, she made up for in something else. Something rarer.
She was happy.
You could see it in the way her cheeks bunchedâthe muscles straining to smile even with her lips stretched wide. In the little hums that vibrated through your shaft every time she took you deeper. In the way her hips wiggled slightly, a tiny dance of satisfaction, like a cat kneading a favorite blanket.
You chuckled. The sound was rough with sleep.
Wonyoung's eyes flicked up to meet yours. They were clearer than they'd been last nightâthe hollowness replaced by something bright and mischievous. She didn't stop sucking. If anything, she redoubled her efforts, her head bobbing faster, her tongue working the underside of your shaft with renewed determination.
"What a cheeky girl," you murmured.
Your hand found her head. Your fingers threaded through the dark tangles of her hair, not pulling, not directingâjust holding. Just letting her feel the weight of your palm against her scalp. Wonyoung's eyes fluttered closed. The hum she made this time was differentâsofter, more satisfied. A sound of pure contentment.
She pulled back until just the tip remained in her mouth. Her tongue circled the headâonce, twice, a slow figure-eight that made your breath catch. Then she pushed forward again, taking you deeper than before, and you felt the head of your cock bump the back of her throat.
She gagged. Coughed. Pulled back with a wet, gasping laugh.
"Too much?" you asked.
"Not enough." Her voice was hoarseâfucked raw from the night before, from the screaming and the crying and now this. "I wanted to⌠I woke up and you were still here and I just wanted toâŚ"
"To what?"
"To taste you. Before you left." She rested her cheek against your thigh, her breath warm on your damp skin. "Is that weird?"
"No." You stroked her hair. "It's not weird."
"I've never done that before. The morning thing. I've never woken up next to someone and thought⌠I want to make them feel good. Just because." Her fingers traced idle patterns on your hip. "I've never woken up next to anyone, actually. Seok-joong never stayed the night. Even when we were engaged. He said he couldn't sleep in unfamiliar beds."
"His own bed was unfamiliar?"
Wonyoung's laugh was bitter. "I was the unfamiliar part."
You sat up. The movement dislodged her from your thigh, and she rose with youâsitting back on her heels, her hair a wild curtain around her shoulders, her lips swollen and slick. The morning light caught the angles of her face, the sharp cheekbones and the full mouth, and for a moment she looked exactly like the magazine covers. The nation's sweetheart. The girl who'd debuted at fourteen and never stopped smiling for cameras.
But the smile she gave you now was different. Smaller. Realer. A smile that belonged to her and no one else.
"Come here," you said.
She came. You gathered her in your arms and lifted herâbridal style, her long legs draped over one arm, her head cradled against your shoulder. She was lighter than you'd expected. All those years of dieting for comebacks, probably. All those years of being told she needed to be smaller, thinner, more perfect.
"The shower," you said. "We're both a mess."
"Your fault." But she was grinning as she said it.
"Entirely."
The bathroom was all white marble and chrome fixtures, with a rainfall showerhead even larger than Karina's. You set Wonyoung down on the heated tile floorâher bare feet made a soft sound against the stoneâand reached into the glass enclosure to turn on the water. Steam began to fill the room almost immediately.
She stepped into the shower first. You followed.
The water was hot but not scalding, beating down on your shoulders and back in a steady rhythm. Wonyoung tilted her face up into the spray, letting it run over her closed eyelids and down her throat. The mascara she hadn't been wearing was still absent, and without it she looked younger. Not twenty-nine. Not the weary trophy wife from last night. Just a woman in the morning, clean and bare and unguarded.
You reached for the body washâsomething floral, jasmine maybeâand worked it into a lather between your palms.
"Turn around," you said.
She did. You started with her shoulders, the same way you had with Karina. The same ritual. The same aftercare. The same reminder that what happened in the bedroom wasn't just about sexâit was about being seen. Being handled. Being treated like a body that mattered.
Wonyoung sighed as your hands moved down her back. "You do this for all your clients?"
"The shower?"
"The⌠gentleness. The talking. The staying until morning."
"Most of them." You worked the soap into the dip of her spine, the curve of her hips. "The ones who need it."
"And how do you know which ones need it?"
You turned her around to face you. Water sluiced down between you, washing away the suds. Her eyes were level with your collarbone; she had to tilt her head back to meet your gaze.
"Because they're the ones who cry," you said. "And you cried."
Wonyoung's expression flickeredâsomething passing through it too fast to name. Then she reached up and took the body wash from the shelf behind you. Poured some into her own palm. Worked it into a lather.
"Your turn," she said.
Her hands on your chest were tentative at firstâthe same hesitance from last night, the same uncertainty about what she was allowed to do. But as she grew bolder, her touch firmed. Her palms traced the lines of your pectorals, the ridges of your abdomen, the V of your hips. She was washing you, but she was also learning you. Mapping the geography of a body that wasn't hers.
"You're different from what I expected," she said.
"Different how?"
"I don't know. Less⌠transactional." She rinsed her hands under the spray. "When I called the agency, I thought it would be like ordering room service. Something mechanical. Something I could pretend didn't happen afterward. But this isâŚ"
"This is?"
She looked up at you. The water had plastered her hair to her skull, darkened it to near-black. Droplets clung to her lashes.
"Real," she said. "This feels real."
You cupped her face in your hands. Your thumbs traced the sharp line of her cheekbones, the soft skin beneath her eyes. She leaned into the touchâpressed her cheek against your palm like a cat seeking warmth.
"It is real," you said. "Whatever happens in this room, whatever you feelâit's real. The pleasure is real. The tears are real. You're not pretending anymore. You're not performing. You're just⌠here."
"Just here." She tested the words. "I like that. I've never been 'just here' anywhere. There's always been a camera. Or a manager. Or a husband who wanted me to be somewhere else."
"Not here."
"Not here." She rose on her toes. Her lips brushed yoursâsoft, tentative, a question more than a statement. "Thank you."
"You already thanked me."
"I know. I want to do it again. Properly." She kissed you again, deeper this time. Her lips parted, and her tongue traced the seam of your mouthâasking permission, not demanding it. You opened for her, and she made a small sound, something between a sigh and a hum, as her tongue met yours.
The kiss was different from the ones last night. Last night had been hungry. Desperate. A woman starving for contact and finally given permission to eat. This kiss was slower. Sweeter. A kiss of gratitude rather than need.
Her arms wrapped around your neck. Your hands found her waist. The water beat down on both of you, and the steam rose around you like a curtain, and for a long moment there was nothing in the world but thisâthe heat and the wet and the soft pressure of her mouth on yours.
When she finally pulled back, her lips were pinker than before. Kiss-swollen. The color had risen in her cheeks.
"I put my number in your phone," she said.
"You what?"
"While you were sleeping. Earlier. Before IâŚ" She gestured vaguely downward, toward the general vicinity of your crotch. "I wanted to make sure you had it. In case you wanted to call. In case you wanted toâŚ"
"To what?"
"To see me again. Not as a client. Not through the agency. Just⌠me." Her voice had gone smaller. The confidence from moments ago was fading, replaced by the same vulnerability you'd seen last night. "Is that allowed? Is that something you do?"
You considered the question. The agency had rules about thisâSenior Park was very clear about keeping things professional, about not blurring the lines between service and relationship. But Senior Park wasn't here. And Wonyoung was looking at you with those too-big eyes, the ones that had been empty last night and were now full of something fragile and hopeful.
"It's allowed," you said. "But I should warn youâI'm not a boyfriend. I'm not going to be. Whatever this is, it's not going to become something else."
"I know." She didn't look disappointed. If anything, she looked relieved. "I don't want a boyfriend. I don't want another man who owns me. I just want⌠someone who sees me. Someone who touches me like I'm real. Someone who'll answer when I call." A pause. "Will you answer?"
"Every time."
She kissed you againâquick and fierce, a press of lips that was more gratitude than passion. Then she stepped back, out of the spray, and reached for a towel.
"You should go," she said. "Before I ask you to stay again."
The elevator ride down was quiet. No muzak. No mirrored walls. Just brushed steel and the soft hum of hydraulics and the memory of Wonyoung's voice: Please⌠call me again.
You checked your phone in the lobby. There it was, in your contacts, added sometime in the early morning hours while you were still asleep: Wonyoung âĄ. The heart was a nice touch. A little cheeky. A little hopeful.
You smiled despite yourself.
Three days passed.
Senior Park called on a Friday.
"New client," he said, the same way he always didâthat particular lilt in his voice that meant he was enjoying himself. "Actress. Very famous. Very married. Although her marriage isâŚ" A pause. "Complicated."
"Complicated how?"
"You'll see. She's been asking for you specifically. Apparently your reputation is spreading."
"Who is it?"
"Moon Ga Young."
The name made you stop walking. You were on the street in Gangnam, the afternoon sun beating down on your neck, and for a moment you just stood there with the phone pressed to your ear.
"Moon Ga Young? The actress?"
"The one and only. Star of True Beauty. The Interest of Love. Half a dozen other dramas I've never watched but my wife loves." The rustle of papers on his end. "She's staying at the Signiel. Suite 2704. Tonight, eight o'clock."
"Wait." You stepped into the shade of a building, out of the flow of pedestrian traffic. "Moon Ga Young is married? I didn't know that."
"Neither did anyone else. She kept it quiet. Very quiet. No press, no announcement, no wedding photos in the tabloids." Park's voice had gone sly. "The husband is some finance executive. American. Works in New York. They've been married for two years, and in those two years, he's been in Seoul for a total of six weeks. You do the math."
Six weeks out of a hundred and four. You did the math.
"Same story," you said.
"Same story, different window. The view from the Signiel is nicer, though. She's booked the suite for the whole weekend. Says she wants to take her time." Another pause. "She also saidâand I quoteâ'Tell him I'm not fragile. Tell him I don't need the gentle version.' End quote."
You raised an eyebrow. "She said that?"
"Word for word. I think you're in for an interesting night."
The line went dead.
The Signiel Seoul occupied the 76th through 101st floors of the Lotte World Tower. It was the kind of hotel where the lobby was on the 79th floor and the elevator ride up made your ears pop. The kind of hotel where the staff wore suits that cost more than your monthly rent and the vases in the hallways were probably worth more than your car.
Suite 2704 was at the end of a quiet corridor. The door was a slab of dark wood with a brass number, and when you knocked, the sound was swallowed by the thick carpet.
"Come in. It's open."
The voice was lower than you'd expected. Smokier. The kind of voice that belonged in a noir film, all shadows and secrets.
You pushed the door open.
The suite was magnificent. Floor-to-ceiling windows looked out over the Seoul skyline, the city lights glittering below like a spill of diamonds. The furniture was modern and understatedâa low gray sofa, a glass coffee table, an abstract painting that was probably worth more than everything you owned. The bedroom was visible through an open doorway, the bed enormous and white and untouched.
And there, on the balcony, stood Moon Ga Young.
She was smaller in person than she appeared on screen. The camera had a way of adding presence, of making actors seem larger than life. In reality, she was petiteâbarely over five feet, with delicate wrists and a narrow frame that made her look almost breakable. Her hair was long and dark, falling past her shoulders in loose waves. Her face was the same one you'd seen in a dozen dramasâthe wide eyes, the full lips, the delicate bone structure that made her look younger than her thirty-something years.
But the robe she was wearing was anything but delicate.
It was silk, pale champagne in color, and almost entirely transparent. The fabric clung to her body like a whisper, revealing the outline of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the dark triangle between her thighs. She wore nothing beneath it. The robe was held closed by a single sash, loosely tied, and as she turned to face you, the front gaped open slightlyâjust enough to confirm that yes, she was completely naked under there.
In one hand, she held a flute of champagne. The liquid was pale gold, the bubbles rising in lazy spirals.
"You're punctual," she said. "I like that."
"Senior Park said you didn't want the gentle version."
"Did he?" A smile played at the corner of her mouth. "I said I didn't need it. There's a difference." She raised the champagne flute to her lips and took a sip. Her eyes never left yours. "Would you like a drink? There's a bottle on the minibar. It's not cheapâI made sure of that."
"I'm working."
"So am I. Or at least, I'm about to be." The smile widened. "One drink won't hurt. Consider it part of the negotiation."
You crossed to the minibar. The champagne was vintage, the label one you recognized from a previous client's penthouse. You poured yourself a glassânot because you wanted it, but because refusing would mean ceding the rhythm of the encounter to her. And Ga Young, you were already beginning to understand, was someone who was used to setting the rhythm.
She joined you at the sofa. The robe gaped further as she sat, revealing the pale curve of one breast. She didn't bother to adjust it.
"So," she said, settling back against the cushions. "You're the man who made Karina cry."
You paused with the glass halfway to your lips. "She told you?"
"She told someone, who told someone, who told me. The idol world is small. Smaller than you'd think." Ga Young swirled her champagne. "The rumor is that you were⌠thorough. That you gave her exactly what she needed. That you didn't treat her like glass."
"I don't treat anyone like glass."
"No. I don't imagine you do." She leaned forward, setting her glass on the coffee table. The movement made the robe fall open completely, exposing the full length of her body. She didn't seem to notice. Or if she noticed, she didn't care. "Here's the thing. I've been married for two years. In those two years, I've had sex exactly four times. All of them on our wedding night. After that, my husband decided he preferred New York to Seoul. He calls me once a week, usually from his office, usually while he's doing something else. Reading emails. Checking stocks. He's never once asked me how I'm feeling."
"Does he know you're here?"
"He knows I'm at a hotel. He doesn't know why." Ga Young's smile was sharp. "He probably thinks I'm having a spa weekend. That's what he'd do, if he thought about it at all. 'Ga Young's having a spa weekend. How nice for her.'" The mimicry was cruel and precise. "He doesn't know me well enough to suspect anything else."
"And what are you looking for tonight?"
She leaned back. The robe fell open completely now, pooling on the cushions around her. She was leaner than Karina, leaner than Wonyoungâthe body of a woman who'd spent years in front of cameras, who'd been told she needed to be thinner, always thinner. Her breasts were small, the nipples a pale pink. Her stomach was flat. The hair between her thighs was dark and neatly trimmed.
"I'm not looking for therapy," she said. "I'm not looking for someone to hold me while I cry. I'm not looking for validation or reassurance or any of the things your other clients probably need." She uncrossed her legs and crossed them again. The movement was deliberate. Performative. "I'm looking for a good fuck. That's it. That's all. I want to be fucked so hard I forget my own name. I want to walk bowlegged tomorrow. I want to feel like a woman instead of a mannequin. Can you do that?"
You set your champagne glass down next to hers. "Safeword?"
"Red."
"Tap-out?"
"Three taps. Anywhere." She cocked her head. "You're very professional. I like that too."
"Part of the service."
"Then let's get started." She stood up. The robe stayed on the sofa, a champagne-colored puddle of silk. "The bedroom's through there. I want you to use every inch of that bed. I want you to use every inch of me. And I want you to stop treating me like I'm going to break." She walked toward the bedroom, her bare feet silent on the thick carpet. At the doorway, she paused and looked back over her shoulder. "I'm not going to break. I promise."
The bedroom was all windows on one side, the city lights spread out below like a circuit board. The bed was king-sized, the sheets white, the pillows arranged in a perfect geometric pattern. Ga Young climbed onto the mattress and positioned herself in the centerâon her back, her arms above her head, her legs slightly apart. The pose was deliberate. A parody of submission. The same way she'd done everything so farâwith a wink, with a smirk, with the implicit understanding that she was playing a role.
"The last time I had sex," she said, "was my wedding night. He was drunk. I was nervous. It lasted maybe six minutes. He fell asleep immediately afterward, and when I woke up the next morning, he was already on a plane to New York." She looked at the ceiling. "I didn't have an orgasm. I've never had an orgasm with another person. Not once. I'm thirty-four years old, and I've been faking it since I was twenty."
You unbuttoned your shirt. "You don't have to fake anything tonight."
"I know. That's why you're here." She watched you undress with open appraisal, her eyes tracking the movement of your hands. "I've done my research. I know about the agency. I know about Senior Park. I know about the other women you've been with. The idols. The heiresses. The wives. I know you're discreet. I know you're skilled. I know you're exactly what I need."
"Which is?"
She met your eyes. The smirk was gone. For the first time since you'd walked through the door, her expression was completely serious.
"Someone who isn't afraid of me," she said. "Everyone's afraid of me. My husband's afraid of me. My managers are afraid of me. The directors I work with are afraid of me. I'm Moon Ga Young. I'm the nation's sweetheart. I'm the girl next door who's been in a dozen dramas and never had a scandal." Her voice was flat. "People think I'm delicate. They think I'm fragile. They think I need to be protected. No one's ever looked at me and thoughtâshe wants to be destroyed."
"Do you?"
"Yes." The word was barely a whisper. "God, yes. I want to be destroyed. I want to be ruined. I want someone to look at me and see what I really am, not what the cameras see. Not what my husband sees. Not what the public sees." She swallowed. "I want to feel something real. Even if it's pain. Even if it's rough. Especially if it's rough."
You finished undressing. Your clothes made a pile on the floorâshirt, pants, boxers. Your cock was already half-hard, responding to the challenge in her voice, the directness of her gaze. Ga Young looked at you and didn't flinch.
"Good," she said. "Now come here. I've been waiting two years for this. I'm not waiting any longer."
Moon Ga Young watched you undress with the eyes of a woman who'd spent two decades being looked at and had finally decided to do some looking of her own.
"On your knees."
The command landed in the space between you. Her lips curvedânot quite a smile, more a recognition. This was what she'd asked for. This was what she'd been waiting two years to receive.
She slid off the bed. The movement was liquid, all those years of dance training and red carpet practice translating into something that looked effortless. Her knees met the carpet with a soft thud. The city lights through the window painted her bare skin in shades of amber and gold.
"Hands behind your back."
She complied. The position made her small breasts lift, the nipples still pale pink and tight. Her eyes stayed on yours. Defiant. Hungry. The smirk was still there, but it had thinnedâbecome something sharper, more expectant.
You picked up the champagne-colored robe from where it had fallen on the sofa. The silk was cool and slippery in your hands. You pulled the sash free with one sharp tug, and the fabric whispered against itself as it came loose.
"Wrists."
Ga Young's smirk flickered. "You're going to tie me up?"
"I'm going to do a lot of things." You crouched behind her, looping the silk around her wrists. Not too tightâyou knew the difference between restraint and injuryâbut snug enough that she'd feel the pull every time she moved. "You said you wanted to be destroyed. Destruction requires surrender. You can't be in control and be ruined at the same time."
"I know." Her voice was quieter now. The bravado was still there, but something else was bleeding through. Something that sounded almost like relief. "I know. That's the point."
You tied the knot. Tested it with two fingers. "Too tight?"
"No."
"Good."
You stood and walked around to face her. From this angle, with her wrists bound behind her back and her knees pressed into the carpet, she looked smaller than before. More vulnerable. The nation's sweetheart, stripped of her armor, kneeling naked in a hotel suite with her pulse visible in her throat.
"Open your mouth."
Ga Young's lips parted. Her tongue was pink, wet, waiting. You took hold of your cockâfully hard now, thick and veined, the head already slick with the first bead of precumâand guided it toward her waiting mouth.
"Wider."
She stretched her jaw. The corners of her lips went taut. You pressed the head against her tongue, and she made a soundâsomething between a hum and a whimperâas the taste of you filled her mouth.
"Good girl. Now take it. All of it."
You pushed forward.
The first few inches slid in easily. Her tongue moved beneath your shaftâuncertain at first, then finding its rhythm, tracing the ridge of the head, the sensitive spot just beneath. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. The suction was strong, practiced, the muscle memory of a woman who'd done this before even if it had been years.
Then you pushed deeper.
The head of your cock hit the back of her throat, and Ga Young gagged. The sound was wet and suddenâa choked, spluttering cough that made her whole body convulse. Her bound wrists strained against the silk. Her eyes watered. A thick string of saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth and landed on her chest.
"Don't fight it. Relax your throat."
She tried. You could feel her tryingâthe way her muscles fluttered around your shaft, the way she forced herself to breathe through her nose. But the gag reflex was strong, and when you pushed another inch deeper, she convulsed again.
"Fuckâ" The word came out muffled, garbled around your cock.
You pulled back. Let her gasp. A bridge of saliva connected your shaft to her bottom lip, stretching, then breaking.
"I can'tâ" She coughed again. "I can't take it all. It's too thickâ"
"You can." You grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back. Her throat was exposed nowâa long, pale column, the skin delicate and unmarked. "You said you wanted to be ruined. Ruined means taking cock down your throat until you can't breathe. Ruined means gagging and choking and still pushing deeper. Do you understand?"
Ga Young's eyes met yours. They were wet now, the first tears clinging to her lashes. But behind them, something was blazing. Something that looked almost like joy.
"Yes."
"Then open your mouth."
She did. You pushed inside again, and this time you didn't stop. Your cock slid past her tongue, past the soft palate, into the tight grip of her throat. Ga Young's whole body seized. A guttural, choking sound vibrated through your shaft. Her bound hands clawed at the air behind her back. Her throat muscles clamped down around youâspasming, fighting, then slowly, gradually, yielding.
"There you go. Take it. Take all of it."
Your hips met her face. Your cock was buried to the hilt in her throat, and Ga Young's nose was pressed against your pubic bone. She couldn't breathe. Couldn't speak. Could only gag and choke and let the tears stream down her cheeks while you held her there, impaled on your length.
You held the position for a count of five. Then ten. Her face was turning red. Her body was writhingânot fighting, not trying to escape, but writhing with the sheer overwhelming sensation of being so completely filled.
You pulled back.
Ga Young gasped. The inhale was ragged and desperate, followed by a coughing fit that made her whole body shake. Saliva dripped from her chin. Her eyes were red-rimmed, her cheeks blotchy, her carefully arranged hair a tangled mess.
"More," she rasped. "Give me more."
You slapped her.
The crack of your palm against her cheek echoed through the suite. Ga Young's head snapped to the side. A red mark bloomed on her pale skinâthe shape of your hand, stark and undeniable.
"Did I tell you to speak?"
She shook her head. The defiance was still there, but it was muted nowâsubmerged beneath something deeper. Something that looked almost like peace.
"Then don't speak. Your mouth has one purpose right now. Do you understand?"
She nodded. Her cheek was still red. The tears had multiplied, tracking mascara-less lines down her face.
"Good. Now show me you understand."
She opened her mouth. Leaned forward. Took your cock between her lips with a hunger that bordered on worship. This time, when you pushed into her throat, she didn't gag. She swallowed around youâa deliberate, rhythmic clenching that traveled from her throat to the base of your shaft. The sensation was electric. Your vision swam.
"That's it. That's my good little throat-whore."
She moaned. The vibration traveled through her throat and into your cock, and the pleasure was so intense that your hips bucked involuntarily. You grabbed her head with both handsâfingers tangled in her hair, thumbs pressed against her templesâand began to fuck her face in earnest.
The rhythm was brutal. Deep, driving strokes that bottomed out against the back of her throat with every thrust. The wet sounds were obsceneâsquelching, choking, gagging, the slap of your balls against her chin. Ga Young's bound hands clenched and unclenched behind her back. Her body swayed with the force of your thrusts. Her eyes were squeezed shut, tears streaming freely, but she never pulled away. Never tapped out. Never gave any signal that she wanted this to stop.
"You love this. You love being used like a toy. Tell me you love it."
She couldn't speakânot with your cock buried in her throatâbut she moaned again. The sound was desperate. Affirmative. Broken.
"Then take it. Take every inch. I'm going to come down your throat, and you're going to swallow every drop. Do you understand?"
Another moan. Higher-pitched. Almost frantic.
You fucked her throat faster. The tension was buildingâa coiling pressure at the base of your spine that spread outward, downward, gathering force with every stroke. Ga Young's throat muscles were fluttering around you now, spasming in rhythm with her muffled moans. Her body was trembling. Her bound hands had gone limp behind her back, all the fight drained out of her.
"I'm closeâfuck, I'm closeâ"
You slammed into her throat one last time and held there. Buried to the hilt. Her nose crushed against your pelvis. Her throat working desperately around your shaft, trying to swallow, trying to breathe, trying to do everything at once.
The orgasm hit you like a freight train.
The first pulse of cum shot directly down her throatâthick, hot, copious. You felt her swallow reflexively, the muscles of her esophagus contracting around your shaft. The second pulse followed immediately, and the third, and the fourth, each one painting her throat white with your seed. You kept your grip on her head, holding her in place, making sure she couldn't pull away until every last drop was drained.
"Swallow. All of it."
She did. You felt her throat constrict again and again, gulping down your cum with an eagerness that bordered on desperation. When you finally pulled back, a thick string of saliva and semen connected your cock to her bottom lip. Ga Young's mouth hung open. Her tongue was coated white. Her eyes were glassy and unfocused, staring at something only she could see.
She swallowed once more. Licked her lips. The taste of you was still on her tongue, and she savored itâclosing her eyes, letting out a small, satisfied hum.
"Thank you," she whispered.
The words were hoarse. Fucked-raw. Barely audible. But the gratitude in them was real.
"We're not done."
Ga Young's eyes opened. The smirk was backâsmaller now, more fragile, but still there. "I know."
You untied her wrists. The silk sash left faint red marks on her skinânothing that would bruise, nothing that would last, but enough to remind her tomorrow of what had happened tonight. She rubbed her wrists absently. Then she looked up at you, and the question in her eyes was clear: What now?
"Against the wall."
She rose. Her legs were unsteadyâthe long minutes of kneeling had left her knees red, her thighs trembling. She crossed to the floor-to-ceiling window and pressed her palms against the glass. The city lights glittered below, indifferent to the scene unfolding above them. Her reflection stared back at herânaked, disheveled, marked.
"Spread your legs."
She did. The position opened her completelyâthe long line of her spine, the curve of her ass, the dark cleft between her cheeks. Her cunt was visible from this angle, the lips swollen and glistening. She was wet. Had been wet since the moment you'd pushed into her throat, probably. Maybe since the moment you'd walked through the door.
You stepped behind her. Your left hand found her throatânot squeezing, not yet, just resting there, a reminder of who was in control. Your right hand slid down her back, over the curve of her ass, between her cheeks. You spread her open, exposing the tight pink knot of her asshole, the darker, wetter flesh of her cunt below.
"Look at you. Moon Ga Young. The nation's sweetheart. Bent over against a hotel window with her cunt dripping and her throat full of cum. What would your fans think?"
"I don't care." Her voice was raw, almost defiant. "I don't care what they think. I don't care what anyone thinks. Just fuck me. Please. Fuck me like you mean it."
You tightened your grip on her throat. Not enough to cut off airâjust enough to make her feel the pressure. Just enough to remind her that you could.
"Beg."
"Please." The word came out strangled. "Please fuck me. I've been waiting two years. Two years of empty beds and empty phone calls and pretending I'm fine when I'm dying inside. Please. I need this. I need you. I need your cock inside me. I need to feel something real. Pleaseâ"
You thrust into her cunt in one brutal motion.
Ga Young screamed.
The sound was raw and animalânothing like the polished, controlled voice she used in interviews. This was a scream torn from somewhere deep inside her, a scream that had been building for two years and finally found its release. Her cunt was tightâtighter than you'd expected, the walls clenching around your shaft with a force that made your breath catch. She was soaked, though, and the slick heat of her made the brutal entry possible.
"Oh fuckâoh fuckâyou're so deepâ"
You didn't give her time to adjust. You pulled back and slammed forward again, harder than before. The impact made her palms squeak against the glass. Her breasts pressed against the window, leaving smears of sweat on the pristine surface. Your left hand stayed on her throat, your right hand gripping her hip, and you fucked her with a rhythm that was punishing.
"This is what you wanted. This is what you begged for. To be fucked like an animal. To be used like a toy. To be ruined."
"Yesâyesâharderâ"
You gave her harder. The wet sounds of her cunt filled the suiteâsquelching, slapping, the rhythmic thud of your hips meeting her ass. You could see her reflection in the windowâher mouth open, her eyes half-closed, her cheeks flushed and tear-streaked. The idol image was gone. Completely obliterated. What was left was just a woman, raw and desperate, taking cock like she'd been starving for it.
You tightened your grip on her throat. Squeezed. Not enough to cut off her air entirely, but enough to make her lightheaded. Enough to make the edges of her vision go dark. Ga Young's eyes rolled back. Her mouth opened wider. A strangled sound escaped herâhalf moan, half gasp.
"That's it. Feel that? Feel how deep I am? Feel how full you are? This is what you needed. Not the fame. Not the money. Not the perfect husband who never touches you. This. Just this. Just a cock in your cunt and someone who knows how to use it."
"YESâYESâTHIS ISâ"
You released her throat. She gaspedâa huge, ragged inhale that made her whole body shudder. Then you grabbed her hips with both hands and fucked her even harder. The pace was brutal nowâpiston-like, relentless, each thrust driving her against the window with a force that made the glass vibrate. Her ass rippled with every impact. Her breasts bounced. Her reflection stared back at her with wild eyes and a slack mouth, and she looked at herself like she didn't recognize what she was seeing.
"Look at yourself. Look at what you've become. You're not an actress right now. You're not a wife. You're just a wet hole. A set of holes. A body that exists to be fucked. Do you see her?"
"I see herâ" Ga Young's voice was broken, sobbing. "I see herâI see myselfâ"
"And what do you see?"
"A whore." The word came out on a sob. "A desperate, dripping whore who's been neglected for two years and finally has a cock inside her. I see a whore. I see a whore. I seeâ"
You felt her cunt seize around you. The orgasm was sudden and violentâa convulsive, full-body spasm that made her back arch and her legs give out. You caught her before she collapsed, pinning her against the window with your body, and kept fucking her through it. The clenching of her walls was rhythmic, almost painful in its intensity, milking your shaft from base to tip.
"That's itâthat's itâcome on my cockâcome while you're watching yourselfâ"
"I'm comingâI'm comingâoh god, I'mâ"
She squirted. The fluid gushed around your cock, soaking your thighs, splashing against the window, dripping down the glass in long, obscene rivulets. Ga Young's scream was wordless, primal, a sound that seemed to come from somewhere deeper than her throat. Her body convulsed in your arms. Her cunt pulsed and fluttered around your shaft, and the sensation was so intense that you felt your own orgasm buildingâa tightening pressure at the base of your spine.
But you weren't done.
You pulled out of her. Ga Young whimpered at the emptiness. Her cunt gaped for a moment, then clenched around nothing, gushing another pulse of fluid onto the carpet. You turned her aroundâroughly, hands on her shoulders, spinning her like a dollâand pushed her back against the window. Her shoulder blades hit the glass. Her eyes were wild, unfocused, still hazy from the orgasm.
"Hold onto me."
Her arms wrapped around your neck. Her legs wrapped around your waist. You gripped her thighs and lifted her, positioning her cunt above your cock, and thrust inside her in one smooth motion.
Ga Young's head fell back against the glass. "Oh ffffuuuuckâ"
"You wanted to be ruined. I'm not finished ruining you."
You fucked her against the window. The position was differentâdeeper, somehow, the angle letting you hit spots inside her that you hadn't reached before. Ga Young's moans were continuous now, a stream of broken syllables and guttural sounds that didn't belong to any language. Her nails dug into your shoulders. Her heels pressed into the small of your back. Her cunt was a messâslick and swollen and pulsing, still gushing intermittently with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
"Harderâpleaseâharderâ"
You slammed into her. The window rattled. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you registered that there were probably people in the building across the street, people with binoculars, people who might be watching. Let them watch. Let them see what Moon Ga Young looked like when she was being fucked properly. Let them see the nation's sweetheart with her legs wrapped around a stranger, her cunt dripping down his thighs, her mouth open in a scream that had no end.
"Look at me."
She forced her eyes to focus. They were glassy, tear-filled, but they met yours.
"You're going to come again. You're going to come on this cock while I'm choking you. And you're going to watch yourself in the reflection while you do it. Do you understand?"
"Yesâyesâ"
Your left hand found her throat again. Squeezed. Harder this time. Ga Young's face began to flush. Her lips parted. Her eyes rolled back. But she didn't tap out. Didn't signal. Didn't do anything except moanâa thin, wheezing sound that vibrated against your palm.
"That's it. Let go. Let yourself fall."
You fucked her harder. The rhythm was punishingâdeep, driving strokes that bottomed out against her cervix with every thrust. Your right hand found her clit, the swollen bundle of nerves slick and hard under your fingertip. You pressed down. Circled. Ga Young's body convulsed.
Her orgasm hit like an explosion.
This one was different from the firstâquieter, deeper, more devastating. Her cunt clamped down on your cock with a force that almost hurt. Her whole body went rigid, every muscle locked, every breath held. Then the release came, and it came with a flood. Her cunt gushed around your shaftânot just wetness this time, but a clear, copious fluid that sprayed against your thighs and soaked the carpet beneath you.
"Fuuuuuuuckâ"
Her voice broke on the word. Her body went limp. Completely limp. She collapsed against you, her head falling onto your shoulder, her arms sliding from your neck. Her cunt was still pulsing weakly around your cockâlittle flutters of sensation that traveled up your shaft.
You released her throat. She gaspedâa huge, ragged inhaleâand then she started to laugh.
It wasn't a happy laugh. It wasn't bitter, either. It was the laugh of a woman who'd been holding something inside for years and had finally, finally let it out. The laugh turned into sobs, and the sobs turned into silence, and through all of it you held her against the window, your cock still buried inside her, your hands gentle on her back.
She kept saying it. Over and over. Like a prayer. Like a confession. Like the only words she had left.
You carried her to the bed. Laid her down on the white sheets. Her body was markedâred impressions of your fingers on her throat, faint bruises already forming on her hips, her cunt swollen and gaping and still leaking onto the mattress. She looked up at you with eyes that were clearer than they'd been all night.
"Stay," she said. "Please. Just until I fall asleep."
You climbed into the bed beside her. Pulled the sheets over both of you. Ga Young curled against your chest, her face pressed into the hollow of your throat, her breath warm on your skin.
"I haven't felt this alive in years," she murmured. "I haven't felt anything in years."
"Feel it now."
She did. Her breathing slowed. Her body relaxed. The tension that had been coiled in her muscles since the moment you'd walked through the door finally, fully released.
Outside the window, the city glittered on, indifferent and eternal. Inside the suite, Moon Ga Young closed her eyes, and for the first time in two years, she slept without dreaming of being somewhere else.
The morning light through the Signiel's floor-to-ceiling windows was the color of honey. It pooled on the white sheets, caught the edge of the champagne flute still sitting on the coffee table, painted Ga Young's bare shoulder in shades of gold.
She was still asleep.
Her breathing was slow and even, her face half-buried in the pillow, her dark hair fanned across the cotton like spilled ink. The marks from last night were already fadingâthe faint impressions on her throat, the bruises on her hips. In sleep, she looked younger. Softer. The sharp, sardonic edge that had defined her when you'd walked through the door had melted away, replaced by something unguarded.
You slid out of bed carefully. The sheets whispered against your skin. Ga Young stirred but didn't wakeâjust shifted, her hand reaching out to the empty space where you'd been, her fingers curling around nothing.
You dressed in silence. Shirt. Pants. Belt. The routine was automatic, muscle memory from a dozen similar mornings. The suite was quiet except for the distant hum of the HVAC system and the soft shush of traffic eighty floors below. Your shoes were by the sofa where you'd kicked them off. You bent to pick them up.
"Where are you going?"
The voice was sleep-roughened but still unmistakably hersâthat smoky, noir-film cadence that made everything sound like a secret. You turned.
Ga Young was sitting up in bed. The sheet had fallen to her waist. Her hair was a tangled mess, her eyes still puffy from sleep and last night's tears. She looked nothing like the polished actress from the dramas. She looked like a woman who'd been thoroughly fucked and had slept better than she had in years.
"Home," you said. "You were asleep. I didn't want to wake you."
She laughed. The sound was low and warm and entirely unselfconscious. "Nuh uh." She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood, crossing the room toward you with the sheet still trailing behind her like a train. "I'm still your client. The weekend, remember? You're not going anywhere."
She reached you and wrapped her arms around your waist from behind. Her cheek pressed against your spine. Her bare breasts flattened against your back, and the warmth of her body seeped through your shirt. She smelled like sex and sleep and the faint floral remnants of whatever expensive soap the Signiel stocked in its bathrooms.
"Ga Youngâ"
"Shh." Her arms tightened. "You're not leaving. Not yet. Not until I say so."
The suite door clicked open.
You heard it before you saw itâthe soft sound of the electronic lock disengaging, followed by the whoosh of the door swinging on its hinges. Two voices drifted in from the hallway, mid-laugh, the kind of easy, familiar laughter that came from years of friendship.
"âand then he said, 'That's not a prop, that's my actualâ'" The voice cut off.
Karina stood in the doorway.
Wonyoung was right behind her.
They were both carrying shopping bagsâthe discreet, expensive kind that came from boutiques in Cheongdam-dong, the logos embossed in subtle gold foil. They were both wearing black outerwearâKarina in a long trench coat, Wonyoung in a cropped leather jacketâand they were both staring at you with expressions that shifted from surprise to recognition to something else entirely.
Something hungrier.
"Unnie!" Ga Young's voice was delighted. She released you and stepped around, completely unbothered by her nudity, the sheet slipping from her shoulders and pooling on the floor. "You're early. I thought you weren't coming until noon."
Karina's eyes flicked from you to Ga Young and back again. A slow smile spread across her face. "We wanted to surprise you." She stepped into the suite, and Wonyoung followed, closing the door behind her. "But it looks like you're the one with the surprise."
"Wait." You looked at Ga Young. Then at Karina. Then at Wonyoung. "You three know each other?"
"We're best friends." Wonyoung's voice was light, almost teasing. She set her shopping bag down on the console table by the door. "We've been best friends for years. Since trainee days. Did you really think it was a coincidence that we all ended up calling the same agency?"
"We talk," Karina said. She was still smiling, but there was something sharper beneath itâa blade hidden in silk. "We talk about everything. The husbands. The loneliness. The emptiness." She paused. "The men we hire to make us feel alive again."
Ga Young had retrieved her robe from the floorâthe champagne-colored silk, still wrinkled from last nightâand was tying it loosely around her waist. "When I heard that Karina unnie had found someone who actually made her come, I had to see for myself. And then Wonyoungie called me the next morning, practically glowing, and I knew." She turned to you, her eyes bright. "I knew I had to book you. And I knew I had to make it a weekend."
"A weekend?"
"Senior Park didn't tell you?" Karina's trench coat was already unbelted. She shrugged it off her shoulders, and it slid to the floor in a whisper of black fabric. Beneath it, she was wearing lingerieânot the practical black lace from your first encounter, but something deliberately chosen. A deep burgundy set, the color of aged wine, the bra cupping her breasts in a way that made them look fuller, the panties high-cut and sheer. "This booking is for all three of us. The whole weekend. Friday to Sunday."
Wonyoung was unzipping her leather jacket. Her movements were slower than Karina's, more deliberate, but no less confident. The jacket came off, and beneath it was a pale lavender setâthe color soft against her skin, the fabric delicate, almost bridal. The contrast between the innocent lingerie and the knowing look in her eyes was intentional. You could see it in the way she tilted her head, the way she watched you watching her.
"Three clients," she said. "Three women who need to be reminded what it feels like to be touched." She stepped closer. "Three women who've been talking about you for weeks."
On the coffee table, you noticed for the first time a folded piece of paper. It was propped against the champagne bottle, your name written on the front in Senior Park's precise, old-fashioned handwriting. You crossed to it and picked it up.
Your client for this weekend is the three of them. They've been planning this for a month. Don't disappoint them. â SP
You swallowed.
The sound was audible in the quiet suite. Ga Young heard it and laughedâthat same low, warm laugh from before. "Nervous? The man who made me come twice against a window is nervous?"
"Not nervous." You folded the note and tucked it into your pocket. "Just⌠recalibrating."
"Recalibrate faster." Karina had crossed the room to stand beside Ga Young. The two of them together were a study in contrastsâKarina's burgundy against Ga Young's champagne, the idol's sharp, aggressive beauty against the actress's delicate, knowing allure. "We've been waiting a long time for this. All three of us. We've been planning it ever since Wonyoungie called me the morning after your session."
"I didn't just call her." Wonyoung had moved to your other side, bracketing you between the three of them. Her lavender lingerie made her skin look luminous, the pale tea-colored nipples visible through the sheer fabric. "I told her everything. Everything you did. Everything you said. Every way you made me feel." Her voice dropped, became something softer, more intimate. "And she told me what you did with her. And then Ga Young unnie said she wanted to find out for herself, and we decidedâwhy not all three of us? Why not a weekend?"
"Because none of us has ever had this." Ga Young's hand found your shoulder. Her fingers traced the line of your collarbone through your shirt. "None of us has ever had a man who knew what he was doing. Who cared about making us feel good. Who looked at us like we were women instead of objects." She paused. "We wanted to share you. Just for a weekend. Just to remember what it feels like."
"To be alive," Karina said.
"To be wanted," Wonyoung added.
"To be fucked properly," Ga Young finished.
The three of them were close now. Close enough that you could smell themâKarina's perfume, something floral and expensive; Wonyoung's shampoo, jasmine and vanilla; Ga Young's skin, still warm from sleep, still carrying the faint musk of last night's sex. They were looking at you with the same expression. The same hunger. The same desperate, aching need that you'd seen in each of them individually but never all at once.
"Take off your shirt," Karina said.
The command was soft but firm. The same voice she'd used when she'd first welcomed you to her mansion, but stripped of the nervousness now. This was a woman who'd spent three weeks waiting for this moment. This was a woman who knew exactly what she wanted.
You unbuttoned your shirt. Slowly. Deliberately. The three of them watched every movementâthe slide of each button through its hole, the parting of the fabric, the reveal of your chest. When you shrugged the shirt off your shoulders, Wonyoung made a small soundâa quiet, involuntary hum of appreciation.
"His body is different in the daylight," she murmured. "I couldn't see it properly last time. It was dark. I wasâŚ" She swallowed. "I was distracted."
"You were crying," Ga Young said. Not unkindly. Just matter-of-fact. "You told me you cried."
"I did. I cried a lot." Wonyoung's eyes met yours. "But I also came. Twice. The first real orgasms of my life."
"Mine too." Karina's voice was quieter now. "The first real ones. The only real ones."
Ga Young's hand slid from your shoulder to your chest. Her palm was warm against your skin. "And I came twice last night. The first time I've ever come with a partner. The first time I've ever come without faking it." Her fingers traced the line of your pectoral, down to your abdomen. "So you see, we have a lot to thank you for. And a lot more we want to experience."
"Together," Karina said.
"Together," Wonyoung echoed.
The word hung in the air between you. Together. Three women who'd spent years being neglected, being ignored, being treated like accessories to their husbands' careers. Three women who'd found each other in the loneliness and decided to do something about it. Three women who were looking at you now with the same expressionâexpectant, hungry, alive.
"Are you going to be able to handle all three of us?" Ga Young's voice was teasing, but there was a genuine question beneath the playfulness. "We're not going to be gentle with you. We've been planning this for a month. We have⌠ideas."
"Three days," Karina said. "Three women. One man." She stepped closer, close enough that her breastsâstill encased in that burgundy laceâbrushed against your arm. "Think you can keep up?"
"Senior Park seemed to think so." You looked at the note still folded in your pocket. "He wouldn't have booked me if he didn't."
"Senior Park is a smart man." Wonyoung had moved behind you. Her hands found your shoulders, her fingers pressing into the muscle, kneading gently. "He told us you were the best. He told us you could handle anything. He told us you wouldn't break."
"I won't break."
"Good." Ga Young's hand was still on your chest, her thumb tracing idle circles over your sternum. "Because we're not going to break you. We're going to use you. All three of us. However we want. Whenever we want. For the whole weekend." She looked up at you, and her eyes were dark and serious despite the smile playing at the corner of her lips. "Is that understood?"
"Understood."
"Good boy." She patted your chest and stepped back. "Then let's get started. The bedroom's big enough for all four of us. I checked."
She turned and walked toward the bedroom, the champagne robe trailing behind her like a whisper. Karina followed, her hips swaying with that dancer's grace she'd never lost despite years away from the stage. Wonyoung released your shoulders and moved around you, her lavender lingerie pale against the gray walls of the suite, and when she reached the bedroom doorway, she looked back over her shoulder.
"Are you coming?"
The question was simple. The answer was simpler.
You followed them into the bedroom.
The bed was still rumpled from the night beforeâthe sheets twisted, the pillows scattered, the faint impressions of Ga Young's body still visible on the mattress. The morning light was stronger here, flooding through the windows, making everything look clean and bright and new. The three women arranged themselves on the bed with the ease of long practiceâGa Young in the center, propped against the headboard; Karina on her left, sitting cross-legged with her burgundy lingerie stark against the white sheets; Wonyoung on her right, her long legs stretched out in front of her, her lavender set a soft contrast to the sharper colors around her.
They looked at you. Waiting.
"Clothes off," Ga Young said. "All of them. We want to see what we're working with."
You unbuckled your belt. The sound was loud in the quiet room. Three pairs of eyes tracked the movement of your handsâthe slide of leather through the buckle, the pop of the button, the hiss of the zipper. Your pants fell to the floor. Your boxers followed.
Your cock was already half-hard. Responding to the attention, the anticipation, the sheer overwhelming presence of three beautiful women watching you undress. Ga Young's eyes flicked down, then up again. The corner of her mouth twitched.
"He's bigger than I remembered," Karina murmured.
"He's thicker than I remembered," Wonyoung added.
"And he knows how to use it." Ga Young's voice was satisfied. "He used it in my throat last night. And in my cunt. And against the window." She gestured at the glass, still faintly smeared from where her body had pressed against it. "I left a mark."
"So did I." Wonyoung's voice was soft, almost wistful. "At my penthouse. On the sheets. I haven't washed them yet. I keep thinking I should, but I can't bring myself to do it."
"I know what you mean." Karina's eyes met yours. "I still have the sheets from my first time with him. They're in the back of my closet. Joon-ho never goes in there. He never goes anywhere in that house except his study and his bedroom." She paused. "He has his own bedroom. We've always had separate bedrooms. He said it was better for his sleep."
"Seok-joong has his own apartment." Wonyoung's voice was flat. "He lives there with his current girlfriend. A trainee. She's nineteen."
"My husband has his own continent." Ga Young's laugh was bitter. "He's been to Seoul for six weeks in two years. Six weeks. He's probably slept with half of Manhattan in that time."
The three of them were quiet for a moment. The morning light poured through the windows, and the city glittered below, and the three women on the bed were looking at each other with an expression that was part grief and part fury and part something elseâsomething that looked almost like hope.
Then Ga Young shook her head. "No. No more talking about husbands. That's not what this weekend is for." She looked at you, and the fire was back in her eyes. "This weekend is for us. For pleasure. For release. For everything we've been denied." She patted the mattress beside her. "Come here. It's time to earn your paycheck."
You climbed onto the bed.
The mattress dipped beneath your weight. The three women shifted to accommodate youâGa Young making room in the center, Karina and Wonyoung flanking her on either side. You ended up face-to-face with Ga Young, close enough to see the faint lines around her eyes, the small scar on her chin from some childhood accident, the way her pupils were already dilating with anticipation.
"Kiss me," she said. "Kiss me, and then kiss them. We've been waiting. We've all been waiting."
You kissed her.
It was different from last night's kisses. Last night had been about dominanceâthe rough press of lips, the battle for control, the assertion of power. This kiss was slower. More deliberate. A kiss of greeting rather than conquest. Ga Young's lips parted beneath yours, and her tongue met yours with a soft, exploratory touch. She tasted like sleep and champagne and something indefinably her.
When you pulled back, she was smiling. "Now Karina."
You turned. Karina was watching you with dark eyes, her burgundy lingerie stretched tight across her breasts, her breathing already uneven. She didn't wait for you to lean in. She closed the distance herself, her hands coming up to frame your face, her kiss hungry and urgent and full of three weeks of waiting.
"It's been too long," she whispered against your mouth. "Three weeks. Three weeks of thinking about you. Three weeks of touching myself and pretending it was your hands."
"And now?"
"Now I don't have to pretend." She kissed you againâquick and fierceâthen pulled back. "Wonyoung's turn."
Wonyoung was the shyest of the three. She'd been hesitant last night, tentative in the penthouse, uncertain about what she was allowed to do. But now she leaned in with more confidence, her lips brushing yours with a gentleness that was almost teasing. Her hand found your chest, her palm flat against your sternum, feeling your heartbeat.
"I've been thinking about you too," she murmured. "Every night. Every morning. I've been thinking about what you did to me. What you made me feel." She kissed you againâlonger this time, deeper. "I want to feel it again. All of it. Everything."
"You will."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
She smiled. The expression transformed her faceâmade her look younger, lighter, more like the idol she'd been before the marriage and the neglect and the loneliness. "Good. Then let's get started. Ga Young unnie's been waiting the longest. She should get the first turn."
"Agreed." Karina was already shifting on the bed, repositioning herself to give Ga Young more room. "We've got three days. We can take our time."
"Three days," Ga Young echoed. She was lying back against the pillows now, her champagne robe falling open, her body bare and waiting. "Three days, three women, one man." She looked up at you, and her smile was sharp and hungry and full of promise. "Let's see what you're made of."
Can a night get more perfect than one surrounded by everyone you need?
A week ago, Karina wouldâve rolled her eyes at that line. But leaning back onto her palms in the cold sand, shielded by the black lava rock, she caught herself believing it anyway.
Seoul never actually got dark like this; it just gave up and went grey. But out here, past the resort, where the black lava rock dropped off into the ocean, the darkness wiped the horizon clean. Overhead, the Milky Way painted a violent smear of white across pitch black. For once, something actually looked better in reality than it had on the curated Instagram accounts Karina had exhaustively scrolled through when booking the trip, looking less like a postcard and more like a direct act of God.
Yesterday morning, when Yeji jumped into her DMs with paragraphs about Chaeryeongâs desperate need for an American beach fire and Liaâs promise of zero light pollution, Karina had read the texts flat on her back. Mostly because her body was still thoroughly wrecked from what Yeji and Minho had done to her the night before. Sheâd been too busy tracing a ring of faint, finger-shaped bruises on her left breast to care about roasting marshmallows.
But sitting in the sand now, freezing in the coastal wind while the Pacific crashed somewhere in the dark, she had to admit Lia was, in fact, totally right. The stars kept multiplying every time Karina looked up, white and shameless over the water, and her neck started to ache before she made herself look away. Annoyingly, inconveniently, she wanted to pray about it.
By the time the sun fully dropped behind the water, ITZY had essentially relocated their Seoul dormitory and dropped it directly onto the beach. Theyâd claimed their patch of sand long enough for their belongings to scatter into that comfortable chaos they somehow lived in every day without falling apart. On the sand sat a cracked-open cooler bleeding condensation onto a discarded million-won hoodie, half-kicked-off slides sinking near the driftwood, and Liaâs phone tripod jammed into the dirt to record the impending disaster unfolding by the unlit fire.
Karina watched as her own members wasted no time getting comfortable.
Over on the main blanket, Winter had already fished out the honey butter chips meant for later and declared them chips for right now, hugging the bag to her chest while Ningning and Giselle successfully stole bites anytime Winter looked away. Winter had her knees tucked up inside a Doraemon blanket and her cheeks puffed full of chips, chewing with solemn focus. With Winter, snacks always demanded discipline and respect.
Yeji sat off to the side with one knee drawn up to her chin, silently watching Minho fail, while Yuna tucked her legs under herself and accepted a chip from Ningning, holding it suspended in the air for a long time before finally taking a bite.
Karina glanced over and watched as the boys struggled with fond cynicism. Delegating the fire to them had been an unspoken group consensus, the sort of primitive task men were supposed to handle when they werenât busy being horny and useless. Although right now, they were just being useless.
Out by the driftwood, Sunwoo was trapped in a miserable loop of polite intervention. He kept taking an eager half-step forward with his mouth open to help, then immediately second-guessing himself and shoving his hands violently back into his pockets out of sheer politeness. It was agonizing to watch.
Down in the sand, Minho crouched beside a questionable pyramid of sticks, repeatedly striking a lighter into the sea breeze while Minjun nodded along as if the effort looked promising.
âYou look like a sad YouTuber,â Giselle called from the blanket, clutching a bottle of soju. âLike âMan survives one day without wifiâ.â
âItâs called airflow,â Minho said, shielding the tiny spark with his palm.
âMore like arson cosplay,â Lia chimed in, tapping her screen to take a video.
Minjun nudged a stick with his toe. âNo, because if we just -â
âNot like that,â Sunwoo finally interjected.
Ningning popped up on her knees, chewing a stolen honey butter chip. âWait, I know this! You put the tiny ones under the big ones.â
Winter, still bundled in the blanket, lifted one hand like a student answering in class. âMaybe the small sticks are babies. They need protection.â
Giselle stared at her. âMinjeong-ya, weâre burning them.â
Winterâs face folded into immediate distress. âUnnie, then why did you call it kindling? That sounds gentle.â
Ningning patted the top of her head while still observing Minhoâs collapsing stick pyramid with unfettered amusement. âDonât worry, unnie. Theyâre brave babies.â
âOh.â Winter accepted this at once and shoved another chip into her mouth.
When Minho brought the lighter too close to his thumb again, Yeji inhaled sharply enough to be heard over the surf. She folded her arms immediately, squaring her jaw, and Karina watched the tension lock into Yejiâs shoulders.
Giselle sighed loudly over the rim of her cup. âDude, just use lighter fluid. Youâre not winning any prizes for doing things the hard way.â
âI know how to do it naturally.â Minho adjusted the smallest sticks with two careful fingers.
âDude,â Giselle scoffed, staring at him. âThe natural part is fucking failing right now.â
He clicked the lighter again, caught empty air, clicked it once more, and singed his knuckle with a sharp hiss, shaking his hand out fast.
Before he could try again, Sunwoo stepped in, nudged two bits of driftwood apart, crouched, and lit one twist of paper. The kindling finally caught and sent a bright flame crawling up through the center of the pile.
As the wood popped and caught, Chaeryeong clapped loudly, then tucked both hands under her chin in a tiny victory pose.
âSee? This is why I brought him,â she beamed, claiming total victory for a fire she hadnât touched. âYouâre all very welcome.â
Sunwoo gave her an appreciative glance across the rising heat.
Chaeryeong smiled sweetly, ambled over, and snuggled into his side. âYou looked cold doing all that.â
Orange light spilled across the blankets, catching Winterâs cheek when she turned to ask Ningning for her charger, and flashing off Liaâs rings as she lowered her phone. Karina sat back on her hands, digging her fingers into the cool sand, letting the fire warm her knees.
***
Phone flashlights swept the beach path, throwing long, distorted shadows down the sand dunes before Ryujinâs voice even reached them.
âI told you, this is the right one. Why would I kidnap you to the wrong fire?â
âBro, what the fuck are you being so mysterious for then?!â Another voice cut loudly over the crashing surf. âYou literally dragged me past three empty beaches!â
LE SSERAFIMâs Yunjin emerged from the dark path wearing an oversized flannel peeling off a tight brown crop top and black denim cutoffs so frayed they put the âshortâ in shorts. Karina watched her from the sand, her aesthetic eye taking in the unapologetic power of Yunjinâs build. Legs for days, thighs with actual power to them, and good bones under all that muscle, the whole package looking like it had told standard idol thinness to fuck off the New York way. Sheâd always enjoyed casually swatting Winterâs ass onstage, but this was on another planet.
While the rest of the circle clutched maekju and soju bottles, or in Winterâs case - juice boxes, Yunjin bounced on the balls of her feet, carelessly swinging a massive iced americano. Stopping right where the firelight thinned out, she took in the sprawled blankets, the half-buried coolers, the dark stretch of ocean beyond, and finally lifted her cup in approval.
âDamn, okay.â Yunjin laughed. âFuck. This is kinda cute.â
Ryujin ambled in right behind her wearing a sleeveless hoodie over torn denim shorts and sandals, both hands shoved in her pockets like she owned the fucking place. Sheâd clearly forgotten to turn off her phoneâs flashlight, leaving one side of her hoodie glowing a bright, oblivious white from the inside out. Seeing her, Karina let out a slow, quiet breath into the sea breeze.
âJENNIFER!â
Ningning kicked her blanket off in a flurry of limbs. Chaeryeong shrieked loudly enough to make Minho flinch, nearly flinging her drink into the sand as both hands flew up.
âWait, is that - â Yuna scrambled up, dropping her phone in the sand.
Giselle raised her bottle. âOh my gosh. Jennifer Huh.â
Yunjin swung her iced americano back in a lazy, sarcastic toast. âAeri Uchinaga. Still drinking on a Tuesday.â
âItâs a vacation Tuesday, so technically it doesnât -â
Giselle didnât even get to finish her retort before Yunjinâs attention snapped past the firelight, her face breaking into a delighted beam as she spotted Ningning and Winter. âMY DORMIES!â
Ningning scrambled past the snacks, grabbing Winter by the hood to drag her into the fray.
âWait, no -,â Winter protested, refusing to pull her hands out of the chip bag. She got crushed into the three-way hug anyway, letting out a startled, high-pitched yelp before abandoning the chip bag and squeezing Yunjin back tightly.
Yunjin practically bounced on her heels, managing to keep her massive iced americano perfectly level with impressive wrist control. She pulled back just far enough to grab Winter by both shoulders. âMINJEONG, YOU GOT HOT! THE WORLD IS YOUR OYSTER, BESTIE,â she screamed, loud enough that Winterâs bangs literally blew back from the force of it.
âYâall are gorgeous, Iâm tight,â Yunjin was cracking with sudden sentimentality. âI missed you guys so much!â
Yeji stayed seated, resting her chin on her knee, staring at the three-way hug. âWhere are your members, Yunjin? You didnât leave them unattended near open water, did you?â
Yunjin straightened so fast her iced americano sloshed against the lid. âBro, donât even. Theyâre dead to me. Deadass. Theyâre at that samgyupsal place down in Seogwipo.â
âThat place is so good.â Winter nodded earnestly from inside the throng of overexcited female energy.
âTold you to go.â Ningning stole another chip.
âI sent you the Naver pin,â Giselle called over the fire.
âOkay, I GET IT.â Yunjin locked her fingers around her plastic cup. âI got spammed by the three of you about pork belly, alright?! But Iâm literally on my vegetarian comeback-prep bullshit right now! Chewing on leaves! Surviving on water and vibes!â
Yeji spoke from across the fire. âRight, isnât your comeback at the end of the month?â
âLiterally the thirtieth! This is our pre-release getaway, and shitâs CRAZY right now. Actually crazy.â Yunjin rattled the ice in her cup hard enough to underline every word. âAnyway, I had to bounce because they went feral in the restaurant while I had to breathe fumes.â
âTragic,â Ryujin muttered, dropping onto the sand beside Lia.
âFeral,â Yunjin repeated, gesturing wildly with her free hand. âChaewon-unnie defected from leadership the moment she got off the plane. She thinks sheâs five again or some shit. Giggling and making the staff take four hundred photos of her by the ocean all fucking day -â
Yuna lifted her head from the blanket, her voice devoid of its usual bounce. âWait. Yunjin-unnie... did you seriously just, like, abandon Eunchae? Why would you do that to me?â
âZuha has her,â Yunjin clarified, taking a massive, rattling drag of her iced americano. âActually, knowing Zuha, Manchaeâs probably drowning in a koi pond right now while Zuha maintains unbroken eye contact with some local gym broâs biceps at the next table.â
Lia blinked slowly across the fire, taking an impossibly tiny sip of her drink. âSo you did abandon them and decided to follow Ryujin into the dark instead. Valid choice.â
âRyujin straight-up kidnapped me! We literally just landed! Iâm trying to live, yo!â Yunjin threw her free hand in the air, spinning to address the circle. âWait, how long have you guys been here? What did I miss?â
Yuna crossed her arms and collapsed back onto her blanket, sounding instantly miserable. âLiterally everything. Like, you actually missed BLACKPINK at the pop-up concert. Just like me. Which is fine! Iâm completely fine! My life is just a tragedy, itâs totally fine.â
âWait, BLACKPINK was here?!â Yunjin exclaimed, ignoring her woes. âYou deadass?!?â
Karina hugged her knees, laughing at the sheer volume of the intrusion. âYeah, a few nights ago. Weâve been here almost four days. Leaving tomorrow morning.â
âWeâve got three more,â Yeji added, evidently unbothered by all the screaming.
âNo way, you guys are leaving?â Yunjin stared at Karina, then whipped around to glare at Giselle. âAre you kidding? I just got here!â
Before Yunjin could demand answers, Ningning grabbed her by the wrist. âUnnie, come here. No, here. Sit here. Wait, why are you drinking coffee?â
âAt night,â Lia pointed out, looking directly at the iced cup. âOn a beach.â
âYeah, and?â Yunjin challenged. âDigestion is a sacred process, okay? Some of us didnât eat the meat and need energy! Gotta keep the fire in the belly going, you know!â
âYou texted me at 2 AM asking if the resort had room service bagels.â Giselle watched her over the fire.
Yunjin whipped around, clutching her americano to her chest. âSee? This is what I mean. Aggressively West Coast. Smug on contact.â
Giselle smirked. âAnd you came in shouting. So New York of you.â
âI AM from New York! You went to an international school in Tokyo! Youâre the opposite of a California girl, Aeri!â
Ningning looked back and forth between them, utterly delighted by the chaos. Winter leaned close to her, tugging on the hem of Ningningâs sundress twice in a tiny, urgent rhythm, her brow furrowing in concern.
Yunjin dropped onto the edge of the blanket, while Ryujin landed beside her with a quiet thud, and within seconds theyâd taken over the group dynamic. Yunjin loudly interrogated everybody about their drink choices, yelled at Sunwoo for laughing at her coffee, demanded to know who failed to start the fire, and claimed immediate territory over the disputed honey butter chips. She reached across the blanket to steal one, pausing just as her hand hovered over the bag, her eyes dropping immediately to the movement beside it.
Minho had just blindly passed Yeji a fresh can of Pepsi - one of the new IVE Summer Festa promos with Wonyoungâs face dominating the aluminum. Yeji took it silently, cracked it open with her thumb, tipped it against her knee, and kept listening to whatever Chaeryeong was saying.
Yunjinâs hand froze over the chips. She pulled it back, squinting at Minho over the rim of her iced americano.
âWait,â Yunjin said, squinting aggressively through the firelight. âWho the fuck are you?â
Minho just blinked at the plastic cup aimed at his nose. âIâm Minho. Yunjin, right?â
âYeah, but why do I know your face?â She kept squinting at him, the ice rattling as she studied him. âYou look SO familiar. Are you staff?â
âI helped run the boards when you tracked Fearless,â Minho answered, giving her a polite little nod.
Yunjinâs eyes went wide. âOh shit! Studio monitor guy! Yeah!â Yunjin brightened on the spot, then squinted harder like that only made the situation worse. âWait. So what are you doing on a dark beach with ITZY?â
âHeâs a friend,â Yeji answered, fast enough to trip over the words.
Minho let out a slow, visible exhale. âIâm Yejiâs friend.â
âFrom when we were trainees,â Yeji added, layering on a desperate, aggressive casualness that only made it worse.
Sitting in the sand, Karina closed her eyes. Slowly, with profound spiritual exhaustion, she tilted her head back and made direct, metaphorical eye contact with God.
When she finally brought her gaze back down to earth, Ryujin was staring at the sky like sheâd found enlightenment, Chaeryeong had both hands pressed to her temples, and Giselle was taking the slowest drink Karina had ever witnessed. Around the blanket, the same verdict passed from face to face: terrible lie.
Yunjinâs hand froze over the chips. The americano dropped to her lap, forgotten for one precarious second. âWait. Wait, wait.â
She looked at Ryujin, then at Yeji and Minho, then back to the group, dropping into a conspiratorial whisper that cleanly overpowered the Pacific Ocean. âAre they together?â
The only sound was the snapping wood. Yeji blinked, Minho stared at the sand, and Karina wondered if anyone else was praying for divine intervention or just her.
Chaeryeong scrambled onto her knees so fast the blanket hitched under half the circle. âTHANK you! Finally. Okay, because if you watch the way he hands her things, itâs very - I mean, SO not casual. And yesterday morning he rescued her eggs, which unfortunately you werenât there for, which sounds normal until you understand she was in his shirt, glued to his arm, and then at breakfast her hand kept ending up in places that were very much not friend-coded -â
âChaeryeong,â Sunwoo interrupted mildly.
â- and thereâs a look he does when sheâs ignoring him which is textbook drama male lead, except heâs also carrying coolers and fixing drinks which means heâs already full-blown husband-coded -â
âBaby.â
âI have NOTES! Wait, baby, give me my PHONE -â
Chaeryeong stopped mid-reach. She lowered her hands and turned to look at the one person on the blanket who wasnât looking at her.
âWait!â Chaeryeong tucked one hand against her mouth. âRyujin-unnie -â
Ryujin slouched further back on her elbows and stared at the flames. âNope.â
âNope?â Chaeryeong echoed.
âNo trial by bonfire.â Ryujin crushed an empty chip bag into a tight ball and tossed it toward the cooler. âIf Yeji wants to be weird about her trainee friend with nice forearms, she can be weird in peace.â
âIâm not being weird,â Yeji said instantly.
Ryujin let her head tip sideways. âYou introduced him like a hostage statement.â
Yejiâs mouth opened.
Nothing came out.
âYeddeong,â Ryujin muttered, turning back to the fire. âFix your face.â
Yeji stared at her for too long, then looked down at her Pepsi.
Chaeryeong froze.
Yesterday morning, Ryujin had seen Yeji holding onto Minho-oppa in the kitchen and walked out before anyone finished breakfast. Clean plate, dishes dumped in the sink, posture stiff enough to instantly launch a side plot in Chaeryeongâs head.
Then that massive living room fight later that night never actually made sense anyway. Ryujin had tried to make Yeji rate Minho like some cheap hookup the way they always used to, called him a golden retriever, and pushed until Yeji pulled rank just to shut it down. Then she had lost her mind over it, backing Yeji into a corner to force her to admit he was her boyfriend. But Chaeryeong knew Ryujin didnât even do boyfriends. She hadnât been jealous over the guy. She seemed more devastated that Yeji refused to play their old game anymore.
There was a massive hole in the plot. Whoever wrote their scripts was taking the whole âshow, not tellâ thing a little TOO far. Because right now, Chaeryeong could really use a lot of telling.
Instead, Yeji was sitting in the firelight with that same soft mouth, and Ryujin just... stayed.
Chaeryeong sank back onto the blanket and blinked. âI missed an episode.â
Yunjin dragged her iced americano closer to her chest like she needed it for protection. âGirl, I missed the whole season.â
Ningning let out a scandalised shriek, and Winter made a soft âohhhhhâ of comprehension despite grasping almost none of the actual context. The noise bounced around the circle, everyone talking over each other. In the blur, Karina caught Yuna laughing. The sound hit a note too sharp. Her mouth was thrown wide, but her eyes were already darting away before anyone could meet them.
Through the chaos, Yeji finally looked away from the fire. She shifted her gaze down the sand to find Minho. He was already watching her. He let out a slow, visible exhale, his shoulders dropping in resignation.
Ningning chose that moment to poke the fire with a driftwood twig. The end caught at once, flaring violently. She pulled it out and held the tiny torch up in triumph.
âSee? You just have to be aggressive with it.â
âYouâre waving it too close to the chips!â Winter shrieked, hugging the bag tight against her chest. âIf the chips burn, weâve got nothing!â
âThe chips are safe, unnie, calm down.â Ningning never shied away from any opportunity to be a menace.
The circle shifted after that, the group relaxing their postures as drinks changed hands and people readjusted their spots. Someone mentioned their flight time for tomorrow, prompting Giselle to groan loudly into the sleeve of her sweater. Winter asked the group for the fourth time where her charger had gone, openly accusing the beach itself of theft. Over by the driftwood, Sunwoo and Minjun fell into an easy, low-voiced conversation with Minho. Chaeryeong successfully stole Sunwooâs sleeve again, pulling it over her knees, while Lia leaned back to snap a photo of Winter digging for a snack right as Yeji lunged across the blanket to rescue a tipping beer can.
***
Karina watched Yuna from across the fire.
ITZY's maknae sat bracketed by Ningning and Giselle, staring straight through the flames. She had drowned herself in an oversized hoodie pulled past her hips, the sleeves bunched tight over her knuckles, gray sweatpants swallowing the legs she usually treated like a public service. Yuna lived in crop tops, bikini bottoms, and whatever gave her legs the most mileage. Tonight she was a ghost in thick cotton.
Her phone lay blank in the sand. Every few minutes, she picked it up, stared at the black reflection, and dropped it back into the dirt like itâd been poisoned. Between checks, she tipped soju into her mouth in sharp, impatient sips, forcing the liquid down her throat like she was trying to erase the taste of something else.
Karina pushed up from her blanket and crossed to Yeji. âYour maknaeâs unusually quiet,â she said, dropping down beside her friend.
âYeah.â Yeji tracked Karinaâs gaze. âSheâs been off since yesterday. Told me she had a beach hookup while we were out the day before, and that it went bad.â Yeji dragged a thumbnail along the rim of her Pepsi can. Condensation wept down the aluminum, running straight through Jang Wonyoungâs printed summer-festa smile. âShe shut down when I asked for details, but I saw the bruise on her chest. Right here.â Yeji tapped high on her own breast. âA dark one. She tried to hide it from me. I think whoever she brought back hurt her, and sheâs too embarrassed to admit it.â
Karina watched Yuna force a wide, loud smile at whatever Ningning was saying. The muscles around her mouth worked hard, but her face sank right back into a flat stare the second Ningning looked away.
âYou want me to talk to her?â Karina offered.
Yeji exhaled, her shoulders sinking. âWould you? I tried again this morning, and she just ran away. Better if it comes from someone else.â
Karina stood and navigated the minefield of blankets and kicked-off sandals, before stopping at Yunaâs shoulder. The girl was dissecting the label on her soju bottle, peeling the paper back in thin, violent strips.
Karina folded her legs and sat, pressing her shoulder against Yunaâs. The ocean wind whipped sand over their shoes. Yuna stiffened. Her thumbnail locked against a scrap of paper.
âUnnie,â Yuna chirped, pitching her voice high and loud. âWhatâs up?â
A massive, practiced smile snapped onto her face. It looked like hard work.
Karina let out a slow breath, slumping her shoulders to tip her head sideways and drop her cheek heavy against Yunaâs shoulder. Yunaâs breath hitched at the sudden contact, but Karina just stayed there, pressing in until the muscles holding up Yunaâs fake smile started to shake, twitching at the corners before her whole face dropped.
Yunaâs hands dropped back to the bottle, shredding the remaining label into a pile of green confetti.
âItâs okay. You donât have to perform for me,â Karina murmured into her sleeve.
Yunaâs jaw clicked shut. She stared at the scraped glass of her bottle, her thumb pinned against the sticky glue residue.
âIâm fine, really,â Yuna said.
Karina leaned sideways, sealing the gap between their arms. Behind them, Giselle shrieked over whatever Yunjin had just claimed. The fire popped, throwing hot sap onto the sand.
Yuna dragged in a hitched, uneven breath. She bit the inside of her cheek until the skin went white. Her spine bowed inward, collapsing her tall frame, and she dropped the glass bottle into the dirt.
âIâm not -â Yuna whispered. âIâm not fine.â
Karina shifted deeper into the sand, letting her arm stay heavy against Yunaâs to block the wind.
âKeep the reason,â Karina said. âJust sit here with me.â
Yuna blinked. Thick, glassy wetness gathered along her lower lashes. She swallowed a hard knot in her throat and snapped her gaze back to the wood smoke.
âDoes it get easier?â Yuna asked, the words scraping her throat. âFeeling like you... totally wrecked everything?â
Karina watched the orange sparks spiral upward into the black. âEventually. Once you admit youâre the one who actually got cut on the glass.â
Yuna took that in with a slow nod. She pulled her knees to her chest, caging her sweatpant-covered shins with both arms, and dropped her forehead onto the soft cotton over her knees. Karina kept her shoulder pressed into Yunaâs arm while the fire burned down. They stayed side by side in the dirt, letting Yunjinâs screaming and the crashing surf handle the noise.
***
âIâve made a decision,â Chaeryeong announced, dropping Sunwooâs sleeve and projecting clearly over the crashing surf. âI need an actual sâmore. Properly roasted.â
âSeconded!â Ningning agreed immediately from across the fire.
Winter froze, her hand buried deep in the massive canvas snack tote sitting by her knees. Her eyes went round above her puffed cheeks. She peered down into its depths and started digging, both hands tossing a box of Pepero and a stray pack of gummies onto the sand in a frantic scramble.
She stopped. She looked up at Karina, blinking sheepishly.
âUmmm. Unnie -â
Everyone looked over.
Winter pulled a crumpled, completely empty plastic bag out of the tote and held it up by the corner.
âThereâs no more marshmallows...â
âHow many did she eat?â Giselle asked, already knowing the answer.
âItâs not my fault,â Winter protested, clutching the empty wrapper. âYou guys stole all my sour candy the other night!â
âI was helping you,â Giselle said nonchalantly, licking chip dust off her thumb. âYou were hoarding. Besides, someone needs to go get more sâmores.â
âAnd chips,â Ningning added, casually chewing on the last piece sheâd snuck from the bag.
Winter shot a cutting side-eye at Giselle across the fire.
Ningning loudly took Winterâs side, arguing that honey butter chips were a cultural imperative, while Chaeryeong betrayed that side at once purely because she wanted her sâmores fantasy to be perfect. Karina got to her feet while the argument was still rising into the night air.
âIâll go.â
Winter brightened instantly, tugging on the hem of Karinaâs dress. âHoney butter chips, unnie. Please. Only the yellow ones.â
Yuna looked up from the sand.
Karina dusted off her shorts and scooped up the empty canvas shopping tote by the straps. âYuna-ya, come help me carry stuff, will you? Weâll take the golf cart.â
Yuna blinked, startled by the direct order, but nodded quickly and scrambled up. Karina caught her hand mid-step, lacing their fingers together with a firm grip and pulling her forward. Yunaâs shoulders hitched at the sudden contact, her hand staying stiff until she finally forced her knuckles to relax against Karinaâs palm.
Ducking her chin into her hoodie, she let herself be towed up the dark beach path toward the road, leaving Yeji watching their retreat until the dunes swallowed them.
***
[YUNAâS POV]
At the top of the dune, the golf cart coughed to life on the second try. Yuna climbed into the passenger seat and tucked her knees up to her chest, the baggy gray sweatpants bunching around her ankles while the narrow road out past the resort ran dark beside the water, the cartâs single working headlight throwing a shaky, pathetic yellow path through the night.
Normally, she lived for this midnight aesthetic. Riding shotgun in the dark with her hair whipping around shouldâve given immense main character energy, but tonight her brain refused to enjoy the fun part. The Levitating soundtrack from two days ago when sheâd walked down to the beach thinking she was hot shit? Yeah, that was dead. Now it was just the same bruising facts spinning on loop until she wanted to unzip her own skin and climb out, leaving those perfectly manicured nails behind.
âYouâve been quiet all night,â Karina said over the rattle of the engine, keeping her eyes on the road.
âIâm fine,â Yuna shot back on pure instinct, hating how the lie came out coated in that automatic idol-trained gloss she saved for Cosmopolitan. Great, even her denial sounded media-trained. She bit her lip and stared at the dark tangerine trees whipping past while Karina kept driving in silence, giving Yuna way too much time to obsess over the glowing green numbers on the dashboard clock.
Minutes later, the GS25 sliding doors parted in a blast of freezing AC and offensive lighting. Yuna caught her reflection in the door glass and actively flinched. The overhead fluorescents were violently anti-woman, blowing out her features until she just looked exhausted and pore-heavy. The whole store was just dead-silent aisles of ramen and lighting totally optimized to ruin your self-esteem.
Karina stepped through the automatic doors a second later, the entry sensor chiming loudly in the empty store. She caught Yuna rigidly staring at the glass and immediately let her gaze slide past her to the aisles, offering the easiest out possible. âIâll go hunt down the marshmallows,â Karina quipped, cutting right through the hum of the freezers. She nodded toward the back wall. âYou grab the rest.â
They split up, leaving Yuna to speed-walk down the chip aisle, desperate to grab the honey butter chips and make this whole mini-trip strictly about sodium because carbs were safe and junk food didnât judge you for hooking up with your leaderâs terrifyingly competent non-boyfriend. Just a normal midnight snack run. Very casual. SO fine.
Blue Pepsi cans sat stacked in clean rows behind the glass, each label turned forward for the 2024 summer promo - IVE Summer Festa. The same one Yeji had been holding back on the beach. Wonyoung smiled from the aluminum at eye level, glossy and too perfect under the fridge light, her printed face repeating down the shelf until the whole fucking display looked like a fan account with a beverage license.
Yuna stopped with one hand on the door handle.
The dark bedroom came back in phone light and twisted sheets. The article sheâd already read twice. The comments scrolling under her thumb while her body lay there refusing to cooperate.
Face and body-wise, she and Jang Wonyoung are the top two.
Her fingers slipped through the gap before she decided to move. She touched the can with Wonyoungâs face on it, one fingertip resting against the printed cheek.
âNice to look at...â she whispered.
âYuna-ya,â Karina called from the next aisle. âDid you find it?â
Yuna snatched her hand back so fast the cans clinked together. She grabbed the nearest box of plain crackers off the shelf and hugged it to her oversized hoodie.
The Wonyoung can kept smiling at her from behind the glass. Yuna grabbed two cold cans of maekju from the next row and pinned them against the crackers.
âYep!â She answered, trying to force some bouncy, maknae-line charm into the suggestion that fell flat against the hum of the freezers. âFound crackers. Very chips-adjacent. Honestly, genius.â
She tracked down Karina leaning one shoulder against the freezer glass with her thumb glowing over her phone screen.
âWait, what if we just - like - give Minjeong-unnie these?â Yuna asked, holding up the crackers.
It was a photo of Karina at twenty in a sheer purple stage outfit, face rounder but expression blank, that porcelain-doll stare sheâd perfected in rehearsal rooms, scrubbing out every trace of the actual human until only the weaponized avatar remained.
Yuna frowned as a weird spike of annoyance hit her. âJimin-unnie. Who is that?â
Karinaâs thumb twitched like she was going to snap the phone against her thigh, but she stopped and left it face-up under the harsh store lights.
âMe. When I was twenty. Black Mamba era, the year I debuted.â
Yuna stared at the screen. âUnnie, you look so...â She couldnât find the right word. âEmptyâ didnât cover the sheer amount of effort it took to look that devoid of life. â...CG.â
âI was trying so hard, youâve got no idea,â Karina cut in, bereft of her usual smoky polish. âI thought that was everything I wanted... if I could just get that sexy look right, then Iâd be happy.â
âAlways thought that was the goal, you know? To train my face out of the picture until there was nothing left but the brand. I thought if I just became the perfect blank slate for SM, then people couldnât hurt the real me.â
Yuna lowered the crackers onto the top of the freezer case, the cardboard hitting the glass with a quiet, hollow tap. Why did Karina look so vacant under all that pretty, and why did that vacancy look so horribly familiar? That was supposed to be the dream version - twenty, pretty, famous, wanted. So why did the girl in the photo look like a completely empty shell?
Karina dragged her thumb across the glass to reveal a waiting room selfie featuring heavily styled hair. âMusic Bank. I think Iâd been awake forty straight hours at that point. Somebody told me to fix my face right before they took this.â
She swiped again, bringing up a bulletproof smile flashing beneath Seoul streetlights. âDispatch. Didnât even know they were following me.â She stared at the phone. âSaw it online the next day and thatâs when I realized... my face just does that now. Smiles before I even know someoneâs there.â
Yuna stared hard through the glass at the girl in the picture while her own brain traitorously fired off a rapid highlight reel of her own broadcast habits. The chin tilt. The breathy laugh. The hip angle that said hot but not desperate. The pout that tested well with male fans but didnât alienate female ones. Sheâd practiced all of it until her face knew the drill better than she did, and suddenly, the daily grind of being the visual felt less like a flex and more like a burden.
Karina locked the phone, shutting down the screen. "You can get very, very good at being what people think they want."
Yunaâs posture caved inward, her face flushing so hot that wearing that massive hoodie and sweats suddenly felt like the most honest choice sheâd made all week. She swallowed, the movement catching awkwardly in her throat.
âDoes it help?â Yuna asked timidly.
Karina laughed once under her breath. âIt helps them, until theyâve taken everything they can and you donât even remember your name anymore.â
The freezerâs hum buzzed loudly in Yunaâs ears as she reached for the crackers again, her fingers hovering over the box before gripping the cardboard and pulling it tight against her ribs.
Up at the front of the store, a NewJeans track trickled through the cheap ceiling speakers. The sad one, of course, because even after two days unhinged idol disaster, the universe never relented with its impeccable sense of comedic timing. It was the one with the girl filming the girls like they were her actual friends, then boom - surprise, bestie - your emotional support idols were a coping mechanism with great styling. Parasocial damage, directorâs cut. Yuna knew the lore because nobody survived fourth gen without studying every competitorâs cinematic universe like it was the CSAT. Though, hearing that song over the ramen aisle while she was having a face-and-body crisis in a GS25 felt weirdly personal.
They carried their items up to the counter, dumping marshmallows, cracker boxes, chocolate, and Yunaâs two beers onto the counter. Yuna slapped two Melonas on top because the freezer glass had given her the shakes.
Behind the counter, the cashier kept his eyes glued to his lap. A guy in his late twenties rotting in a rumpled uniform vest, he locked his thousand-yard stare on his phone, mashing his thumbs through some mobile game.
She draped herself over the counter, leaning forward to deploy her best, most desperate variety-show pout to get his attention. âSir. SIR?? Do you have honey butter chips too?â
Her reflection stared back from the black acrylic security screen bolted to the counter, locking Yuna in place. Sheâd instinctively snapped into that broadcast-approved pout, rolling her shoulder forward and widening her eyes for a guy who clearly wasnât giving a shit about her. The cringe hit her muscles before her brain caught up. She abandoned the posture instantly, shrinking her spine down against the counter and yanking her hoodie strings tight to hide her blazing cheeks.
Karina took a step back.
âHoney butter?â he droned, as he blindly dragged the marshmallows across the scanner. âA young lady came in the other night and cleared out the whole shelf.â
âSold out?â Yuna gripped the edge of the counter, her cute act dissolving into actual horror.
âYou heard me.â The cashier hauled his gaze over his phone, squinting at the two of them under the buzzing lights. His eyes passed from Karinaâs face to Yunaâs and back again. âActually, she looked a lot like Winter from aespa. Are you two -â
âNice of you to think that,â Karina cut him off, flashing a hollow smile. âBut no.â
He shrugged, dragging the crackers across the scanner and dropping his eyes right back to his screen. âWhatever. You girls all look the same with the plastic surgery you get on the mainland anyway.â
Yuna dropped her forehead against the edge of the counter, breaking into a messy laugh. A copy-paste job sitting on the same mainland shelf. Karina called it thirty seconds ago and here was the universe proving her right in real time. Yuna slapped a hand over her mouth, her shoulders shaking. If she let the laugh stop, she was going to have to exist in a world where some random GS25 guy reduced her entire life to a joke. Karinaâs face softened, the diamond edge melting off and leaving the cashier standing there holding a box of crackers like a malfunctioning NPC.
***
The drive back was slower.
Karina tore open one of the Melonas and passed it to Yuna before unwrapping her own, steering the cart with her knees while she peeled back the paper. The wind dropped to a steady push off the water, rattling the plastic bag between their knees while the cartâs single working headlight threw its sad yellow cone over the asphalt.
Yuna bit into the green ice, neon syrup running down to the corner of her mouth. She didnât notice until Karina pulled a tissue from her pocket and handed it over while keeping her eyes on the road. Yuna took it and scrubbed at her face, the sticky residue smearing before it came clean.
Karina kept one hand on the wheel. Yuna held the Melona wrapper in her fist, green syrup drying sticky on her thumb, and stared at the dark tangerine groves passing on the left.
The cashierâs voice was still in her ears. You girls all look the same.
Same shelf, same idol face under a fluorescent tube. Yuna wanted to be mad about it. Instead, she kept hearing her own laugh from the store, too loud and too sharp. Sheâd bully herself for if it ever aired on a variety show.
âBoys are fun, arenât they?â Karina said, her eyes on the road.
Yunaâs head snapped sideways. Karina kept her eyes on the road, mouth flat, dark hair whipping across her jaw.
âYeah,â Yuna said, and the answer came out in the bright broadcast tone sheâd used on every variety show since debut, breathy and cute with the vocal fry that tested well. She bit the inside of her cheek the second it left her mouth. Great. Even this had a rehearsal room stink on it.
âFun,â Yuna repeated, quieter, trying to mean it this time. âLike - yeah.â
Karina glanced over. âWhat fun?â
The pool flashed back. Yejiâs cum still glossy on his cock the second the towel hit the tile, and Yunaâs brain locking onto it like an exclusive drop unnie had been gatekeeping. Thatâs why she keeps him around. Her personal premium subscription. Sheâd thought if she could just get him to beg for her instead - if she could make him pick her, even for thirty seconds going feral underwater in the deep end - sheâd unlock the cheat code that made Yeji-unnie untouchable. Sheâd climbed out of that pool confident sheâd secured the ultimate flex. But the thing unnie actually had with him didnât live in his cock or his cum or getting chosen; it was the part Yuna couldnât just serve face and fuck her way into. The way he held unnieâs face like she was a literal human being and not a 4K fancam. When sheâd overheard him telling her âtheyâre perfectâ through the wall after sheâd complained about her tits being small.
âPeople thinking Iâm hot,â Yuna finally said. âThatâs the fun part. Knowing they want me.â
Sheâd never said it that plainly before. It sounded worse out loud than it did in her head, which was REALLY saying something because it hadnât sounded great in her head either.
Karina nodded once, watching the road. âI used to think that too.â
âUsed to?â
âMhm.â Karina shifted the cart around a curve, the headlight sweeping across a low stone wall. âBeing wanted was the best feeling I knew. For a long time.â
Yuna turned the sticky Melona wrapper between her fingers, pressing the green residue into thin lines on her skin. âSo what happened?â
âI got everything I wanted.â Karina rubbed the back of her neck, her fingers digging under her dark hair. âBut they only wanted Karina from the magazines. The girl who skips carbs and finds the right smile for every room.â
Karina let out a short, dry laugh. âThree nights ago. After the BLACKPINK set. Ryujin wanted to run through some Yonsei frat boys she found in the mosh pit. Dragged me along for bait.â
Yunaâs head snapped around, completely forgetting the sticky Melona wrapper. âWait. FIVE? Unnie. You didnât.â
âI tried.â Karina slouched forward, bracing her forearm against the steering wheel. âI literally stripped naked on their shitty leather couch, spread my legs wide open so they had a perfect view, and waited. You know what they did?â
Yuna didnât answer. She couldnât.
âThey fucking gawked.â Karina shook her head, an ugly smile twisting her mouth. âStood there with their jaws slacked, drooling over my tits like I was a hallucination.â
Yuna swallowed, the sweet taste of the Melona suddenly completely gone.
âI was lying there wet and desperate for someone to just fuck me hard like a normal girl,â Karina said. She steered the cart around a pothole with the heel of her hand. âWhich - you know what I mean. Weâre young. Weâre allowed to just want good sex.â
Yuna nodded once, scraping her sticky thumb against the soft cotton over her knee. She definitely knew what she meant.
âExcept half of them busted the second they pushed inside,â Karina snorted. âThe rest just used me like a human fleshlight. Hammering away without giving a single shit if I actually got off.â She glanced over, her eyes catching the dashboard light. âThey didnât want me, Yuna-ya. They just wanted to stick their useless dicks in the poster so they could brag about unlocking a trophy.â
The cart rattled over an uneven patch and Yuna grabbed the oh-shit bar, her sweatpants brushing against the plastic bag.
âAnd the thing is,â Karina continued, âyou can give them that forever. Skin, performance, the girl they showed up for. You can keep handing it out, and theyâll keep taking it, and everyone keeps calling it love.â
Yunaâs throat went dry.
âUntil one day you want one single thing for yourself,â Karina finished, âand they tell you itâs a betrayal.â
The wind filled the cart. Tangerine groves blurred past. Yuna opened her mouth, then closed it again.
She thought about her own Instagram, the comments she scrolled through at 2 AM calling her the hottest fourth-gen idol alive, the DMs from industry guys opening with compliments about her waist and closing with hotel names, the fancam numbers she tracked like a stock portfolio. Sheâd treated all of it like proof she mattered. Karina had collected the prize and ended up writing an apology for having a life.
Yuna swallowed.
The question had been poking at her since before Jeju, since the group chat, since the BLACKPINK tickets Ryujin gave to Karina because Karina was still apparently a mess three months after a relationship that lasted five weeks. But also because Yuna was too busy fucking some random guy to return Ryujinâs calls, and later ranted about it to herself on the beach like the entitled brat she was.
âJimin-unnie. What actually happened with him?â She asked quietly.
Karina didnât flinch. She kept her eyes on the road and her hand steady on the wheel.
âWe met in Milan,â she said carefully. âAt the Prada show. He was smart and handsome, and he looked at me like I was real.â She took the cart around a bend in the road. âRare enough that I thought it meant something.â
âDid it?â
âFor about a month.â Karina adjusted her grip on the wheel. âWe went on walks late at night near his apartment. Heâd buy me iced coffee from the GS25 near his building, and weâd talk about dumb things, like what dramas were good and whether cats or dogs were better. Normal things.â
She went quiet long enough that Yuna thought she was done.
âThen Dispatch got it,â Karina said. âAnd everything became content.â
Yuna looked down at the Melona wrapper in her fist. Content. The same word she used for her Instagram grid. The same word her manager used when reviewing her fancam numbers.
âThey sent a truck to my company,â Karina sighed. âWith a billboard on it. Asking if I didnât feel loved enough by my fans. Asking why Iâd betrayed them.â
Yunaâs hand froze on the Melona wrapper.
âI wrote an apology,â Karina continued, her shoulders dipping as the cart rolled over cracked asphalt. âOn paper. By hand. Posted it to Instagram. I told fourteen million people I was sorry for having a boyfriend.â She took the next curve. âHe told his agency he wanted to focus on his drama. That was it for him. Clean exit.â
He went back to work. She wrote sorry by hand and posted it where everyone could zoom in. Same relationship, same breakup, different cost.
âFive weeks, Yuna-ya,â Karina said. âWe were public for five weeks. I apologized for longer than I dated him.â
Yuna remembered her own rant from the beach, the bitter little monologue sheâd delivered to her shadow about Karina moping over a guy sheâd barely been with and costing Yuna her BLACKPINK tickets. Her toes curled against the cart floor.
âI had every version of what you think you want,â Karina said, her fingers tightening once on the wheel. âThe face. The fame. The beautiful man. The feeling of being chosen.â The road bent left and Karina followed it. âAnd I still couldnât tell you the last time any of them knew who was actually in the room with them.â
âThe sex was easy. They wanted it, I gave it, everyone left happy.â Karina adjusted her grip on the wheel. âTook me a while to realize they werenât fucking me. They were fucking the girl from the magazine. I was just the one who had to show up for it.â
Yuna sat still with green Melona syrup on her thumb and the plastic bag crinkling against her sweatpants. Karina kept her hand steady on the wheel while the dark road unspooled ahead of them.
Sheâd thought Karina was weak for hurting that long over something that short. Now the timing made sense. Five weeks of having someone see her, then the industry stole it away with a press release, and Karina was still walking around with the handprint.
The worst part was that Minho had wanted her. Her body made that impossible to deny, which was the whole reason sheâd treated it like a win. But even then, between every wet little victory lap her brain had turned into content, his eyes kept cutting back toward the bedroom like Yeji had a hand on him from afar.
âUnnie,â Yuna said, very quietly.
âMm?â
âI was such a bitch about the BLACKPINK tickets.â
Karina let out one breath through her nose.
âI did wonder why Head Blink wasnât there,â she said, and one corner of her mouth lifted wryly. âYou donât seem like someone who misses BLACKPINK by accident.â
Yuna pressed her sticky thumb harder into the vinyl seat. Yeah. Funny story. Hilarious, actually. Five stars. No notes. She kept all of that inside her mouth and stared at the headlight shaking over the road.
They drove the rest of the way in the dark, the resort lights growing brighter through the trees. Yuna pressed her sticky thumb against the vinyl seat and watched Karina in the passing headlights of an oncoming car.
Karina looked beautiful, because of course she did. The annoying part was that Yuna could see the dark smudges under her eyes now too, and they made the beautiful harder to lie about.
Yuna thought she might want to learn that too. Eventually. Not tonight. Tonight she just had to carry a bag of marshmallows back to a bonfire and figure out how to fix the thing she broke without cutting herself again.
The resort gate opened. The headlights found the beach path.
âYou good?â Karina asked.
Yuna wiped the green syrup off her thumb with the napkin Karina had given her earlier.
âYeah,â she said. âBetter.â
They rolled back into the firelight moments later, the plastic shopping bag resting loudly against Yunaâs sweatpants as she climbed out. Winter spotted the marshmallows from the blankets and let out a high squeal while brandishing a wooden skewer, prompting Ningning to snatch the bag from Yuna with both hands and instantly assign jobs nobody had requested.
Yeji looked up from the fire the second Karina stepped back into the circle, and when their eyes met across the sand, Karina gave a small nod that Yeji reciprocated.
Before Yuna even sat down, Ningning shoved a half-assembled sâmore directly into her hand, declaring she looked like she needed chocolate before going straight back to nearly setting another marshmallow actively on fire. Karina lowered herself back onto the sand where Ningning immediately slumped against her shoulder as if sheâd never left. Across the roaring fire, Ryujin threw her head back, laughing loudly at something Yunjin had just said while Yuna looked down at the chocolate melting into the cracker in her hand, letting the noise of the beach wash over her.
***
[MINHOâS POV]
By the time the second round of marshmallows got underway, the fire had burned down into that nice, competent middle stage, impressive enough to validate the effort and dangerous enough to keep Ningning interested. Sunwoo and Minjun were on the other side, half committed to a long story about a manager in Osaka whoâd somehow locked himself in a hotel bathroom, while I stood behind Yeji with my thumbs pressed into the tight muscles at the base of her neck.
Finding her took no effort anymore.
She had her chin tipped forward, one knee drawn up, both hands wrapped loosely around a Pepsi can while I worked my fingers over her shoulders. Moving firelight caught the sharp edge of her cheekbone and the bridge of her nose, then slid away. Every now and then sheâd smile at something Chaeryeong or Lia said, and my fingers stopped against her hoodie until I remembered to move them.
I kept swallowing the same thought over and over.
I almost lost all of this.
Yuna came out of the dark with a cold beer in each hand, and Minjun stopped talking mid-sentence.
She crossed the last stretch of sand with her eyes down, oversized hoodie swallowing her hands, gray sweatpants dragging low over her heels. I thought she was coming to give Yeji the drink until she stepped around Yejiâs shoulder, set both cans carefully in the sand by my foot, wrapped her arms around my middle, and pressed her face into the front of my zip hoodie hard enough for one rough breath to catch against the zipper.
My hands stayed useless in the cold air while everyone watched.
Yeji looked up first, her head turning beneath my arm. Her eyebrows pulled together, confused, then her face softened when Yunaâs fingers clenched in my jacket.
âYuna-ya?â she asked. âWhat happened?â
Yuna shook her head once against me and turned her face until her mouth brushed my ear.
âI thought being wanted meant I was worth something,â she whispered. Her fingers tightened once in my jacket. âYou saw me anyway. So stop feeling bad for being decent to me. Yeji-unnie chose you, so... donât make her regret being brave.â
I shut my eyes. For days, Iâd been carrying that pool like evidence against myself, replaying it every time I looked at Yeji or Yuna went quiet until my jaw hurt.
Yuna stood there in her huge hoodie, crying into my jacket, and told me to stop.
I lowered one hand to the back of her head, keeping my palm light and my body still, close enough to comfort her and careful enough for Yeji to see exactly what I meant.
âYouâre worth plenty.â I said quietly, keeping my hand still against her hair. âYou donât have to prove it like that.â
Her shoulders hitched once, and Yeji was on her feet before anyone else moved. She stepped close, one hand landing on Yunaâs back, her attention narrowing the way it did when one of her members came offstage pale and pretending not to be hurt.
âYuna.â Yejiâs hand moved once between Yunaâs shoulder blades. âAre you okay? Did something happen?â
Yuna lifted her face from my jacket. Her lashes were wet, cheeks blotchy, nose pink from the wind, and when she tried to smile, her mouth shook out of it.
âI messed up.â Yuna rubbed her sleeve under her nose and looked at the sand between Yejiâs feet. âAnd Minho-oppa helped me after. Thatâs all. He was... he was nice to me when I didnât really deserve nice.â
Yeji looked at me, and I held still until her shoulders dropped. She nodded once, then pulled Yuna out of my arms and straight into hers.
Yuna went with a choked little sound, folding into Yeji so fast my hand was left hanging there. Yeji wrapped both arms around her and tucked her chin against Yunaâs temple, rocking once in the sand.
âYouâre our maknae. You always deserve nice,â Yeji murmured, rubbing the back of Yunaâs hoodie with her thumb.
Karina sat near the blankets with her drink held loose between both hands, watching Yuna over the rim. When Yuna finally peeled herself off Yeji and wiped both cheeks with her sleeves, Karina gave her a small nod of approval, and Yunaâs eyes immediately found the ground again.
Yunaâs mouth trembled before she bent, picked up one of the maekju sheâd brought, and pressed it into my hand.
âFor you.â Yuna cleared her throat, grabbed the other bottle, and shoved it toward Yeji. âAnd for unnie. Because apparently Iâm mature now.â
âApparently,â Yeji said, taking it.
Minjun waited until Yuna had shuffled back toward the blankets and collapsed between Karina and Ningning before leaning over.
âDid I miss a whole redemption arc?â
I cracked open the maekju Yuna had given me. The hiss cut clean through the fire crackle.
âYeah,â I said, watching Yeji turn the can once in her hands before she looked back at Yuna. âYou really did.â
***
Behind us, Yunjin and Giselle had sought each other out again and were currently deep into their third or fourth argument of the night. Except this one had drastically pivoted to anime. Ryujin had made the fatal mistake of trying to contribute and was already looking for a way out.
âGojo Satoru is the best character ever written in any medium,â Yunjin announced, projecting her voice over the fire. âI will die on this hill and Iâll look hot doing it.â
âHeâs a thirst trap with a backstory.â Giselle tucked her hands deeper into her oversized sleeves.
Yunjin slapped her thigh in outrage. âOkay, a thirst trap can also be a genius! Why does it have to be one or the other with you, itâs exhausting.â
âShinji Ikari. Better written. Itâs not close.â
Yunjin stared at her in pure horror. âI donât care about better written, I care about iconic. Shinji is iconic at having one breakdown in a robot.â
âThatâs still writing.â
âCrying in a giant robot isnât automatic literature, Aeri.â
Ryujin leaned in between them, committed and doomed. âOkay but Zoro would clap both of these guys, so -â
Both of them turned on her with lethal synchronization.
âHow much have you actually seen?â Giselle asked.
Ryujin hesitated, sensing the trap. âLike... the first three arcs?â
Yunjin dramatically clutched her own chest. âThatâs the trailer, babe.â
âYou havenât watched One Piece, you waved at it from across the room.â Giselle waved a hand to dismiss her.
Ryujin looked betrayed.
From the main blanket, Winter leaned toward Ningning again, holding her half-burnt marshmallow upright like a tiny ruined microphone. âAre they still bonding?â
âYep.â Ningning nodded solemnly, critically examining the charcoal side of her marshmallow. âStill bonding.â
***
That was how the rest of the night went. People pairing off, arguing, and drifting back again. Chaeryeong kept stealing bites directly from Sunwooâs sâmore, claiming it was strictly quality control. Lia snapped photos across the fire, timing them for when people stopped posing. Karina laughed with her head bent, one hand over her mouth, while Yunjin switched seamlessly into English to complain. Yeji leaned close to Ryujin for a quick, quiet exchange that ended with Ryujin rolling her eyes dramatically but handing over her drink anyway.
Then Winterâs phone lit up and rang loudly from the sand, and she practically scrambled over Ningning to grab it, knees slipping in the blanket and one socked foot kicking free.
She looked at the screen, her face splitting into an instant grin. âWait. Wait, everybody. Say hi.â
She answered the FaceTime already smiling, aiming the camera out at the fire.
âHI!â the entire beach circle yelled in unison, hands waving at the lens.
A deep voice rumbled a laugh through the phone speaker. A massive dog shoved its face briefly into the frame underneath a tattooed hand, prompting Winter to shriek in sheer delight and clap both hands over her mouth, trapping the phone between her palms for one dangerous second.
âUnnie.â Ningning rescued the bottom edge before the screen tipped toward the sand.
âPuppy,â Winter whispered back, reverent and useless as an explanation.
Within seconds, she turned the phone right back around to hoard the screen to herself, tucking her chin down and curling around it. Giselle let Winter burrow against her shoulder and lazily patted her hair, keeping her drink steady.
Yeji had drifted back to my side at some point during the call, settling into the sand close enough that her shoulder brushed my knee. I tipped my chin toward Winter, who was curled around the phone whispering at the screen.
âThat dogâs huge,â I said.
âMhm.â
âAnd that hand had a lot of ink on it.â
Yeji took a slow sip of her maekju. âHeâs a sunbae.â She tucked her chin against her knee, the smallest curl at the corner of her mouth. âFriend of ours. Heâs good to her.â
âThatâs all I get?â
âThatâs all anyone gets.â She bumped her shoulder against my thigh gently. âThatâs how she keeps it.â
***
The fire started to burn low, the orange flames retreating back into the wood. I pulled the collar of my jacket up against the ocean chill as somebody tossed another thick piece of driftwood into the center. Propped back on one hand in the sand, I just sat and watched everybody find comfortable, tangled shapes around each other to block the wind. aespa had tucked in a little closer together, apparently bracing for their flight out tomorrow. ITZY sprawled across their blankets like theyâd owned this beach for a week.
Yunjin had fully abandoned her flannel jacket, sprawling back on her elbows in the sand, and was currently delivering a loud, tipsy state-of-the-union address on the Seoul dating pool.
âI opened Tinder before the plane even got to the gate,â Yunjin announced, waving her phone at the fire. âMapo-gu is a fucking wasteland. I needed to see if the island roster was carrying.â
âIs it that bad?â Chaeryeong asked, leaning forward over her knees.
âItâs bleak, bro,â Yunjin ranted, letting her head drop back. Her throat caught the firelight. âDo you know what comeback prep does to a bitch? Iâve been doing six hours of choreo a day on iced americanos and spite. I even fully shaved for this trip. Do you know how exhausting that is on two hours of sleep? Iâm down so astronomically bad I could walk into the ocean. PLEASE get me a guy who can rail me so hard I forget my own name.â
Ryujin laughed into her beer can. âGirl, just hook up with one of your backup dancers like a normal person.â
âHUH-larious. But nah.â Yunjin slashed a hand through the air. âThey get weird. The second you try to choke them with your thighs, they panic about HR. You open your legs for some Gangnam industry fuckboy and half the time heâs trying to network mid-stroke or asking about Spotify streams. I donât want a fan, I want a menace. I want some dude who can actually fold me like a lawn chair and shut me the fuck up.â
Beside me, Yeji let out a soft snort of agreement, taking a slow sip of her drink.
âI thought a Jeju local might actually have some stamina,â Yunjin sighed, scrolling aggressively with her thumb. âFishermen. Surfers. Dudes who donât own a twelve-step skincare routine and can actually rearrange my guts. Give me calluses or give me death.â
"Or crypto bros," Yuna muttered darkly from inside her hoodie.
On the other blanket, Ningning stopped chewing on the end of her wooden skewer. She turned her head, very slowly, and stared dead at Giselle.
Winter caught the look. Her head snapped toward Giselle too, her eyes widening.
Giselle took a maddeningly slow sip of her drink, the ice clinking loudly in the plastic cup. She lowered it, maintaining a completely blank expression as her members zeroed in on her.
Yunjin sat up fast, sensing blood in the water. âWait, why are you all looking at her?â
Giselle adjusted the heavy blanket over her legs. âI commit vibes.â
âAeri.â Yunjin started. âAERI. Did you get your back blown out while I was stuck in a recording studio?â
Lia put her phone face down in the sand and crossed her arms. Even Karina went still, attention snapping in.
Giselle picked a piece of lint off her sleeve, looking thoroughly unbothered by the sudden interrogation. âDude, if it helps your thesis, he wasnât local. Heâs a cinematographer I knew from high school. Lives in Gangnam. So your Seoul facts are off.â
âThatâs a full confession,â Yunjin gasped, already way too invested. âSpill. Right now.â
Winter paused mid-chew, looking between them with wide, sincere eyes. "Wait, so how did your networking go, unnie? You never told us."
The fire popped sharply, throwing a sudden burst of bright orange sparks up into the dark space between us.
I looked across it.
Yeji was already watching me. She raised one eyebrow, her chin still propped on her knee, and waited me out. I broke eye contact first, conceding the point, and I caught the corner of her mouth twitching up into a smirk right before I faced the water.
Across the circle, Giselle took one last long drink and finally started.
âSo we were at that really hyped samgyupsal place in Seogwipo, right?â she began, channeling that thoroughly pseudo-West Coast energy. âAnd that place was so smoky I couldnât see a fucking thing. Anyway, we were meeting this cinematographer guy I knew from high school...â
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Authorâs Note
I know this chapter is a little heavier than the title suggests, but I hope it was worth the wait. Honestly, this was probably my least favorite chapter to work on - not because it didnât matter, but because the subject matter is dark and philosophically complex in a way thatâs far from the smut and romance I actually enjoy writing most. But alongside âNobody Like You,â this might be the most emotionally deep chapter in the series. This story wouldnât be complete without it, and I think it stands on its own.
If youâve made it this far into the series, thereâs a good chance youâre not just here for the smut anymore. One of the unintended consequences of using bodies to tell emotional truth is that you inevitably hit the philosophical questions underneath - specifically, what it actually costs to live in that body professionally.
I wanted to explore that parasocial damage in a way that felt real and personal. Karinaâs history was the best way to close off Yunaâs arc, because Yuna had to learn that being desired as a product isnât the same thing as being seen as a person.
This chapter is heavily based on the themes from NewJeansâ âDitto,â which, deep down, is about how parasocial love is a one-way mirror. The idol performs and gives so much of themselves, but gets nothing real back. The fan loves and supports unconditionally, but never actually connects with the person, and both end up alone.
Itâs also why Karinaâs line about forgetting your name is a direct nod to Spirited Away. Just like Yubaba steals Chihiroâs real name to bind her to the bathhouse, the idol industry demands the human (âJiminâ) give up her identity to the persona (âKarinaâ). They exist just to serve the masses, trapped in the performance until they forget who they really are.
Rather than leaving you with another long-ass note this time, Iâll assign some homework. I think this video is a really interesting deep dive on the MV that thematically inspired this chapter and the core of Yuna and Karinaâs arcs. Iâd love to hear your thoughts!
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The outdoor student festival was packed with horny college guys when Sakura from LE SSERAFIM took the stage in her tight white crop top. Her massive, heavy tits were barely contained by the thin fabric, already bouncing and jiggling with every step.
As soon as the music started, Sakura began dancing energetically â jumping, whipping her pink ponytail, and thrusting her chest forward. Her big, soft breasts bounced heavily up and down inside the top, drawing every eye in the crowd.
The students started losing their minds:
âFuck⌠look at Sakuraâs huge tits bouncing!ââ¨âBro, theyâre so fucking big⌠Iâm getting hard already!ââ¨âGoddamn those fat tits are shaking like crazy!ââ¨âHoly shit, every time she moves they flop around⌠Iâm leaking in my pants!â
Sakura smirked, clearly noticing the sea of bulges in front of the stage. She got even bolder â raising both arms high above her head, arching her back and pushing her massive chest out even more. Her heavy breasts strained against the crop top, nipples faintly visible as they jiggled freely with the beat.
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She continued performing, spinning and whipping her hair while her enormous tits slapped and bounced wildly. The more she danced, the louder the crowd of students got, many of them openly adjusting their obvious erections while staring at her chest.
Sakura bit her lip and gave them a naughty little smile, clearly enjoying how her big, heavy breasts were stealing the entire show.
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The antique shop smelled like dust and forgotten memories. You hadn't meant to wander inside, really. Just needed to kill time between classes, and the narrow storefront wedged between a bubble tea shop and a dry cleaner had caught your attention with its jumbled window display of tarnished silver and faded porcelain.
Now you stood in the back corner, staring at a small wooden box no bigger than your palm.
"Find something interesting?"
The shopkeeper's voice made you flinch. You hadn't heard her approach. She was old, her face a roadmap of wrinkles, but her eyes were startlingly sharp behind wire-rimmed glasses.
"Just looking," you muttered, turning to leave.
"That one chooses its owner," she said, ignoring your dismissal. "The Wishing Wire. Very old. Very particular."
You glanced back at the box. Inside, resting on faded velvet, sat a tangle of red wire twisted into an abstract shape. It looked like something a child might make in art class. Cheap. Nonsense.
"How much?"
"For you? Five dollars. It wants to go home with you."
Right. Sure it did. You pulled out a crumpled five-dollar bill anyway, partly to end the conversation and partly because something about the wire's chaotic loops kept drawing your eye. The transaction took seconds. The shopkeeper pressed the box into your hand with fingers that felt surprisingly warm and dry.
"Twist it clockwise," she instructed. "Speak your wish. Let go."
"Uh-huh." You pocketed the box without looking at her again.
Outside, the afternoon sun felt too bright after the shop's dim interior. You squinted against it, checking your phone. Still forty minutes until your next class. Enough time to grab coffee, maybe find a quiet spot in the library.
Enough time to be alone with your thoughts.
Which was never a good thing, lately.
The harassment had started your first semester. You'd transferred in mid-year, a scholarship student who didn't know anyone, and Yuna had spotted you like a hawk spots a rabbit in an open field.
She was beautiful, you'd give her that. Tall and elegant with dark hair that fell past her shoulders in a sleek sheet, her eyes slightly narrowed in perpetual judgment. She moved like someone who knew exactly how much space she deserved to occupy. Her friend Kazuha was shorter, round-faced and deceptively sweet-looking, with a dancer's compact body and a smile that fooled people until she opened her mouth. And WinterâMinjeong, though everyone called her Winterâcompleted their trio with her pale coloring and sharp tongue, her slim figure always dressed in the latest trends.
They'd made your life miserable for two semesters now.
Little things, mostly. At first. Knocking your books off tables in the cafeteria. "Accidentally" spilling drinks on your notes. Whispering comments just loud enough for you to hear as you passed.
Then it had escalated.
Yuna had found out where you livedâsomehowâand started leaving notes in your mailbox. Not threats, exactly. Just observations. Saw you at the coffee shop today. You looked pathetic. That blue shirt makes you look like a corpse. Why do you even bother coming to campus?
Kazuha had hacked your social media accounts, or at least figured out your passwords. She'd post embarrassing things and then delete them before you could prove anything. Comments on other people's posts that made you sound desperate, creepy, lonely. Which you were, but that wasn't the point.
Winter was the worst, though. She liked to get in your face. Literally. Cornering you between classes, pressing close enough that you could smell her expensive perfume, her voice dropping to a whisper as she dissected every flaw she perceived. Your posture. Your clothes. The way you talked. The way you didn't talk, which was apparently worse.
"Everyone pretends to like you," she'd told you just last week, her lips close enough to brush your ear. "But nobody actually does. We're all just waiting for you to disappear."
You'd gone home that night and stared at the ceiling for three hours.
Depression had become a familiar weight. Not the dramatic kind they showed in movies, where people couldn't get out of bed or stopped eating entirely. More like a constant low-level fog that made everything feel like wading through waist-deep water. You went to class. You studied. You existed.
But you couldn't remember the last time you'd felt something resembling joy.
The library was mostly empty when you found a table in the back corner. You pulled out the wooden box, turning it over in your hands.
The Wishing Wire.
What a stupid name. What a stupid thing.
You opened the lid. The red wire gleamed under the fluorescent lights, its twists and loops forming no recognizable pattern. Just chaos, frozen in copper and coating.
"Twist it clockwise," the shopkeeper had said.
You did. The wire was warm from your pocket, and it turned more smoothly than you expected, the loops shifting under your fingers like they wanted to be rearranged.
"Speak your wish."
"This is ridiculous," you said aloud, to the empty library. "This is just a toy."
But your hands kept twisting, and your mouth kept moving.
"I wish they'd stop." You swallowed. "I wish Yuna and Kazuha and Winter would just leave me alone. Stop the bullying. Stop the comments. Stop the notes and the looks and the whispers."
The wire shifted under your fingers.
"And if this actually works, which it doesn'tâŚ" You laughed, the sound hollow in your throat. "Make them fall for me instead. Make them obsessed with me the way they're obsessed with making my life hell."
You let go of the wire.
Nothing happened.
"Right," you said, closing the box. "Because it's just a toy."
You shoved it back in your pocket and opened your textbook, but the words swam in front of your eyes. After ten minutes, you gave up and headed to class, the wire heavy in your jacket like a secret.
That night, you dreamed.
Not of the bullies, for once. Not of the endless parade of small humiliations that usually populated your sleeping hours.
Instead, you dreamed of red wire, twisting and untwisting in an infinite loop. It wrapped around your wrists, your ankles, your throatânot choking, just present. When you opened your mouth in the dream, words came out that you hadn't chosen.
I wish. I wish. I wish.
You woke with a gasp, your alarm blaring, the wooden box somehow clutched in your hand even though you didn't remember taking it out of your jacket.
Morning came too fast.
You showered, dressed, ate breakfast without tasting it. The routine was automatic. Wake up. Survive. Repeat.
Campus was busy when you arrived, students crisscrossing the quad in the anxious shuffle of midterms season. You kept your head down, navigating toward the arts building where your first class waited.
Halfway there, you saw them.
Yuna stood by the fountain, her dark hair catching the morning light. Kazuha perched on the low wall beside her, legs crossed, face bright with laughter at something Winter had said. Winter herself stood with her arms crossed, her pale hair pulled back, her expression sharp even in profile.
Your stomach clenched.
This was the part where you'd normally turn around, find another route, accept the extra five minutes of walking to avoid their notice. But today, for reasons you couldn't explain, your feet kept moving forward.
They hadn't seen you yet. Yuna's gaze was fixed on something across the quad. Kazuha was examining her nails. Winter wasâ
Winter was looking right at you.
Her eyes widened.
Your whole body tensed, bracing for the cutting remark, the mocking smile, the signal to her friends that fresh prey had arrived.
But Winter's face did something strange.
Her sharp expression softened. Her lips parted. A flush crept up her neck, visible even from this distance, and she actually swayed on her feet like she'd momentarily forgotten how to stand.
"Guys," she said. You heard it from twenty feet away. Her voice was wrong somehowâbreathless, shaky, nothing like the ice-edged tone she usually wielded. "Guys, look."
Yuna and Kazuha turned.
And their reaction was even stranger.
Yuna's perfect composure cracked. Her hand flew to her chest like she'd been struck, and her eyes went so wide you could see the whites all the way around the iris. Kazuha literally hopped off the wall, her dancer's grace momentarily abandoned, her sweet face transforming into something you couldn't read.
Then they were moving.
All three of them, walking fast, then jogging, then practically sprinting across the quad toward you.
People stared. You stared. Your feet were rooted to the pavement, your brain churning through possible explanations for what was happening. This was a prank, had to be. Some new form of public humiliation you hadn't experienced yet. They'd get close, then laugh, then reveal the joke, and you'd have to find a way to keep breathing through the shame.
Yuna reached you first.
She didn't insult you.
She threw her arms around your neck and buried her face against your chest like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"I found you," she breathed against your shirt. "Oh my god, I found you."
Kazuha slammed into you from the left, her arms wrapping around your waist, her cheek pressing into your shoulder blade. She was shorter than you'd realized, or maybe she was slouching, making herself small against your body.
"We've been looking for you everywhere," Kazuha said, her voice thick. "Every single day. We didn't know your face but we knew you were out there somewhere and we couldn't find you and it was killing us."
Winter completed the triangle, pressing in from the right, her slim body flush against your side. Her hand found yours and squeezed so hard your bones ground together.
"Don't let go," she whispered. "Please, please don't make us let go."
You stood frozen in the middle of campus, three women clinging to you like you were the last lifeboat on a sinking ship, and absolutely no idea what was happening.
The quad had gone quiet. Students had stopped walking. Professors had paused mid-conversation. Everyone was staring at the spectacle of the campus's most feared trio wrapped around the nobody they'd spent two semesters tormenting.
"Um," you managed.
Yuna pulled back just enough to look at your face. Her eyes were wet. Actual tears, tracking down her perfect cheeks, ruining her perfect makeup.
"There you are," she said, and smiled so brightly it hurt to look at. "I love you. I love you so much it feels like dying. I've loved you since the moment the world changed and I didn't even know your name yet but I knew I'd die without you."
"What," you said.
Kazuha laughed against your shoulder, the sound trembling and strange. "She's being dramatic, but she's not wrong. We all feel it. This pull. This need. We tried to fight it yesterday but it just got stronger and stronger until we couldn't think about anything except finding you."
Winter hadn't moved. Her grip on your hand hadn't loosened. When she spoke, her voice was barely audible.
"We were so horrible to you. I know we were. I remember every single thing we did and said and I want to carve out my own tongue for the words that came out of it." She finally looked up, and her pale eyes were red-rimmed, desperate, completely alien on her usually composed face. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please let us be better. Please give us a chance to worship you the way you deserve."
Your brain was short-circuiting. The Wishing Wire. The stupid, impossible, ridiculous wish you'd made as a joke in an empty library.
No. No way. That wasn't real. Magic wasn't real.
But Yuna's tears were wetting your shirt. Kazuha's heartbeat was thudding against your back. Winter's hand was trembling in yours.
Something had changed.
And you had absolutely no idea what you were going to do about it.
The library had been your refuge for two semesters. A place to hide between classes, to breathe without looking over your shoulder, to exist in the marginal spaces where Yuna and Kazuha and Winter rarely bothered to venture.
Now it was a trap.
They'd followed you. Of course they had. The moment you'd tried to extract yourself from their tangled embrace on the quad, stammering something about needing to study, Yuna had seized your wrist with a grip that brooked no argument.
"We'll help you study," she'd said, and something in her dark eyes had glittered with an intensity that made your stomach flip.
Kazuha had nodded eagerly, bouncing on her heels. "We can be very quiet. We promise. Right, Winter?"
Winter hadn't promised anything. She'd simply moved close enough that her shoulder brushed yours, her pale gaze fixed on your face like you were the only thing worth seeing in the entire world.
So now you sat at your usual table in the back corner, three former bullies arranged around you like beautiful, terrifying bookends, and you had absolutely no idea how this had become your life.
"Just breathe," you muttered to yourself.
Yuna heard. Her head tilted, dark hair sliding over her shoulder. "Are you not breathing? Do you need us to help you breathe? We couldâ"
"No," you said quickly. "No, I'm fine. Just. This is weird."
"It's perfect," Kazuha corrected. She'd pulled her chair so close that her knee pressed against your thigh under the table, and every few minutes she'd shift in a way that made the contact electric. "This is exactly where we're supposed to be. I can feel it. Like the whole universe finally clicked into place."
Winter hadn't spoken since they'd cornered you against the bookshelves. She'd just watched, her pale coloring almost ghostly in the library's fluorescent lighting, her sharp tongue apparently stunned into silence by whatever force had rewritten reality overnight.
Your phone buzzed. You glanced down.
Unknown number: We can see you.
Your head snapped up. All three women were staring at you.
"My number's in your phone now," Yuna said calmly. "And Kazuha's. And Winter's. We put them in while you were sleeping last night. We had someone watching your apartment to make sure you were safe."
"You what."
"We needed to be able to reach you," Kazuha said, like this was perfectly reasonable. "What if something happened to you? What if you got hurt or sick or sad and we weren't there to fix it? We couldn't let that happen."
Your chest felt tight. "That's. That's called stalking."
"It's called devotion," Yuna corrected. She reached across the table and took your hand, her fingers lacing through yours with a possessiveness that made your pulse jump. "There's a difference."
Was there? You weren't sure anymore.
Winter finally moved. She rose from her chair without a word and walked to the end of the stacks, disappearing around the corner. You watched her go, torn between relief and a strange, nagging worry.
"Where's she going?"
Kazuha shrugged. "She does that. Wanders off sometimes when she's feeling too much. Winter's not good with feelings. She prefers to hide behind being cruel." A pause. "She's sorry about that, you know. About all of it. We all are. We just don't know how to say it properly yet."
Yuna's thumb traced circles on the back of your hand. The sensation was distracting, warm, sending little sparks up your arm. "Let us show you instead. Let us prove we can be different."
Before you could ask what she meant, Winter returned.
She was carrying something. A bookâone of the ones you'd been assigned for your literature class, a thick hardcover that you'd been dreading reading all semester.
She set it on the table and opened it to a marked page.
"I read it," she said quietly. "Last night. After we found you. I read the whole thing so I could talk to you about it. So I could understand something that matters to you."
You stared at the book. Then at her.
"You read four hundred pages in one night?"
"I couldn't sleep." Winter's pale eyes met yours, and there was something raw there, something stripped of all her usual sharp edges. "Every time I closed my eyes, I saw your face. I kept thinking about how many hours I'd wasted making you feel small when I could have been learning how to make you feel seen instead."
Your throat felt thick. This was impossible. All of it. But Winter was standing in front of you with dark circles under her eyes and a desperately earnest expression, and Yuna's hand was warm in yours, and Kazuha was pressing closer against your side, andâ
"We're sorry," Kazuha said. She took your other hand, the one Yuna wasn't holding, and pressed it to her chest so you could feel her heartbeat. It was racing. "We're so sorry. We were horrible. We were monsters. And we know we can't undo what we did, but please. Please let us try to be better."
Yuna stood. She moved around the table with a fluid grace that reminded you why everyone on campus was half-terrified of her, half-entranced. She stopped directly in front of you, close enough that her dark hair fell forward and brushed your shoulders.
"I need to show you something," she said. "May I?"
You nodded, because what else could you do?
She leaned in and pressed her lips to your forehead.
The kiss was soft, lingering, warm. Her lips stayed against your skin for a long moment, and you could feel her breathing, feel the slight tremble in her frame that suggested she was holding back something much more intense.
"Thank you for existing," she whispered against your skin. "Thank you for letting us find you."
Then she pulled back, and her eyes were wet again, and you realized you'd never seen Yuna cry before today. Hadn't thought she was capable of it.
Your resistance cracked.
"Okay," you said. "Okay. I don't understand this. I don't understand any of this. But okay."
Kazuha made a sound that was half-laugh, half-sob, and threw her arms around your neck from the side. Yuna bent and kissed your cheek, then your jaw, then the spot just below your ear that made your breath catch.
Winter watched with those pale, hungry eyes. But she didn't move to join. Instead, she stepped back, giving the three of you space, and you realized with a start that she was waiting for permission.
"Winter," you said. Her name felt strange in your mouth. "Come here."
She did. Instantly. She crossed the small distance between you and dropped to her knees beside your chair, her head bowing forward until her forehead rested against your thigh.
"Thank you," she breathed. "Thank you thank you thank you."
You weren't sure what she was thanking you for. But her breath was warm through your jeans, and her shoulders were shaking, and you found your hand moving to stroke her pale hair without conscious thought.
The library was silent around you. Empty shelves looming, dust motes floating in stale air. A hidden corner of the world where nothing made sense and everything had changed.
"We should go somewhere else," Yuna said eventually. Her voice had gone low, husky. "Somewhere private. Where we can properly apologize."
You swallowed. "Apologize how?"
Kazuha giggled. The sound was different from her usual mocking laughterâsweeter, more genuine, with an edge of nervousness that you'd never heard from her before.
"We have ideas," she said. "So many ideas. We've been planning since yesterday. Since the moment we realized what you mean to us."
"Which is everything," Winter added against your leg. "You mean everything. We'd do anything for you. Anything at all."
All parties involved in this narrative are adults acting freely, consensually, and with mutual enjoyment.
Yuna's apartment was nicer than anywhere you'd ever lived. Top floor of a building you couldn't have afforded to enter, let alone rent. Dark wood floors and white walls and windows that looked out over the city skyline.
You barely had time to take any of it in.
The moment the door closed behind you, all three women were on you. Not attackingânever attacking, not anymoreâbut surrounding, pressing close, hands and lips and warm breath.
"Let us," Yuna murmured against your throat. "Please. Let us show you."
You nodded. You'd been nodding a lot today.
They walked you backward through the apartment, six hands guiding you, until your legs hit the edge of a large bed. You sat down hard, suddenly grateful for the surface, and they stood over you in a loose semicircle.
"We talked about this," Kazuha said. She was already pulling her shirt over her head, revealing a simple black bralette underneath. Her body was compact and athletic, all smooth lines and dancer's muscles, and she caught you looking and smiled. "We're going to take turns apologizing. Properly. The way you deserve."
Winter moved first. She stepped forward and bent to kiss youâreally kiss you, not the chaste presses from earlier. Her lips parted against yours, her tongue seeking entrance, and you opened for her with a groan you couldn't hold back.
She tasted like coffee. Like desperation. Like something sweet hiding underneath all that sharp exterior.
When she pulled back, her lipstick was smeared. So was your mouth. You could feel the waxy residue on your lips, the evidence of her painted against your skin.
"Next," she whispered, and stepped aside.
Kazuha didn't kiss your mouth. She knelt in front of you and pressed her lips to your stomach, pushing your shirt up to reach bare skin. Her mouth was hot, trailing a line from your navel upward, and each kiss came with words pressed into your flesh.
"Sorry." Kiss. "For the notes." Kiss. "Sorry." Kiss. "For the comments." Kiss. "Sorry for every single time I made you feel like nothing."
Her hands slid around to your back, holding you in place while she worshipped your torso with her mouth. Every apology was a brand, a promise, a prayer.
Yuna watched with those dark, hungry eyes. She'd removed her own shirt at some point, revealing a lacy bra that made your mouth go dry. Her breasts were full and perfect, practically spilling over the cups, and she caught you staring and smiled.
"Like what you see?"
"Yes."
The word came out without thought. Honest. Raw.
Her smile widened. "Good. I want you to like it. I want you to like everything about us. I want to make you feel so good you forget we were ever cruel."
She moved to the bed and climbed onto it, positioning herself beside you. Her hand found yours and guided it to her chest, pressing your palm against the lace-covered swell of her breast.
She was warm. Soft. Her heartbeat thudded against your palm, rapid and strong.
"Squeeze," she said. "Please. I need to feel your hands on me."
You obeyed. Her breath caught, her back arching, and a soft moan escaped her lips.
"Ohhh, that's. Yes. Just like that."
Her nipple hardened under the lace, pressing against your fingers. You rubbed your thumb over it experimentally, and her moan grew louder.
"Harder. Please. I can take it."
You pinched. Her whole body shuddered.
"Fuck. Fuck, your hands feel so good. I've imagined this since yesterday. Since the moment I saw you. I've been going crazy wanting your touch."
Kazuha had worked her way up to your chest now, her mouth leaving damp trails across your skin. Winter had rejoined the group, her pale fingers working at the buttons of your shirt, helping Kazuha push the fabric aside.
And then all three of them were touching you. Six hands on your bare skin, mapping every inch they could reach.
"This body," Kazuha breathed. "We tormented this beautiful body. We should be punished for that."
"Later," Yuna said, her voice ragged as you continued to knead her breast. "Punishment later. Worship now."
Winter leaned in and kissed your neck, her tongue tracing the line of your pulse. Her hands slid down your sides, hooking into the waistband of your jeans but not going further. Not yet.
"Tell us what you want," she whispered against your throat. "Anything. We'll give you anything."
"I don't. I don't know."
It was true. Your brain was short-circuiting, overwhelmed by sensation and confusion and the impossible reality of three women who'd spent months making your life hell now dedicating themselves to your pleasure.
"Then we'll figure it out," Yuna said. She pulled your hand from her chest and pressed it to her lips, kissing each of your fingers. "We have time. We have forever, if you'll let us."
Kazuha looked up from where she'd been pressing kisses to your ribs. Her round face was flushed, her eyes bright.
"Stay the night. All three of us. Let us spend hours making you feel good. Let us apologize until our mouths are sore."
Your breath caught at the image. Hours. Three women. All focused on you.
"I shouldn't."
"Shouldn't doesn't mean don't want to," Winter murmured. "We can see it in your face. You want this. You want us."
She wasn't wrong.
"Then stay," Yuna said. She leaned in and kissed you, deep and hungry, her tongue sliding against yours. When she pulled back, she was panting. "Stay and let us prove we can be what you need."
The room was warm, filled with the scent of three different perfumes mingling together, and you realized with a jolt that you were lying on Yuna's bed with three women pressed against you, and your shirt was somewhere on the floor, and Winter's hands were still hooked in your waistband, andâ
"Wait."
They froze. All three of them, instantly, like you'd hit a switch.
"Too fast?" Yuna asked. Her voice was careful, controlled, with an undercurrent of desperation that suggested stopping was physically painful for her.
"A little."
Winter's hands withdrew from your waistband. Kazuha sat back on her heels, her chest rising and falling with quick breaths. Her black bralette was askew, one strap slipping down her shoulder, and her round face was flushed pink. She looked like she'd been running.
Maybe she had been. Running toward something she couldn't name until yesterday.
"We don't have to do anything you don't want," she said. Her voice was softer than you'd ever heard it. Gone was the mocking edge, the cruel giggle that had haunted your nightmares for months. "We just want to be close to you. However you'll let us."
Winter had pulled away too, kneeling beside the bed with her hands in her lap. Her pale hair fell forward, hiding her expression, but you could see the tension in her shoulders. The effort it took her to stay still.
Yuna was another story. She hadn't moved from her position beside you on the bed. Her dark eyes stayed fixed on your face, cataloging every micro-expression, every flicker of uncertainty. Reading you like a book she'd memorized.
"I can feel your pulse," she murmured. Her fingers were still wrapped around your wrist from when she'd kissed them earlier. "It's racing. You're scared."
"Yes."
"Of us?"
You considered the question. Really considered it, instead of just reacting.
"I don't know," you admitted. "Maybe. It's all happening so fast."
Yuna nodded slowly. "We can slow down. We will slow down. But I need you to understand something first." She lifted your wrist to her lips again and pressed a kiss against the thin skin over your veins. "This isn't a trick. This isn't some elaborate game we're playing to hurt you later. This is real. Whatever happened yesterday, whatever changed inside usâit's permanent. We're not going to wake up tomorrow and go back to the way things were."
"How can you be sure?"
"Because I can't imagine it." Her dark eyes held yours. "I can't imagine ever wanting to hurt you again. The very thought makes me feel sick. Like something's clawing at my insides, trying to get out. I've spent the last eighteen hours wanting to crawl out of my own skin every time I remembered something cruel I said to you. Every insult. Every laugh at your expense." Her voice cracked slightly. "I don't know how to make you believe me. But I'll spend the rest of my life trying if you let me."
The room was quiet for a long moment. Outside, you could hear traffic. The distant sound of a siren. Normal city noises that felt surreal after everything that had happened today.
"Okay," you said again. It seemed to be the only word you could manage.
Winter lifted her head. Her pale eyes were bright with unshed tears. "Does that mean⌠you forgive us?"
Did it? You weren't sure forgiveness worked that wayâinstant and complete, granted in a borrowed apartment by a man who'd been ready to drop out of school just two days ago. But something had shifted in your chest. A wall you'd built brick by brick over months of torment, crumbling under the weight of three women who looked at you like you were the sun and they were drowning without your light.
"I don't know about forgiveness," you said carefully. "But I believe you. I think I believe that you've changed. And I wantâŚ" You swallowed. "I want to see where this goes."
Kazuha let out a shaky breath. Her hand found yours and squeezed. "That's enough. That's more than enough. We'll earn the rest. I promise."
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Winter shifted on her knees, moving closer to the bed. Her pale coloring looked almost ethereal in the soft light of Yuna's bedroom, and her sharp features had lost their usual hard edge. She looked vulnerable in a way you'd never seen before.
"Can I show you something?" she asked. "Something I've wanted to do since yesterday?"
You nodded.
She reached for your hand and placed it on her chest, right over her heart. You could feel it pounding beneath your palmârapid, desperate, like a bird trapped in a cage.
"This is what you do to me," she whispered. "Every time I look at you. Every time you speak. I feel like I can't breathe. Like my heart might explode." She covered your hand with hers, pressing it harder against her chest. "I spent so long trying to make you feel small because I was terrified of how big you made me feel. And now I just wantâŚ"
"What?"
"To be small for you." Her voice dropped even lower. "To let you have all the power. To give you everything I have and take whatever you want to give back."
The confession hung in the air between you. Raw. Honest. Stripped of all her usual defenses.
Kazuha had moved too, positioning herself on your other side. Her compact body pressed against your arm, her breath warm against your shoulder.
"We talked about this," she said. "The three of us. All last night. We took turns sharing what we were feeling and all of it kept coming back to the same thing." She kissed your shoulder through your shirt. "We want to belong to you. Completely. However that looks. Whatever that means."
Yuna's hand slid up your arm, tracing the line of your bicep. "But only if you want us. Only if this is something you choose. We won't force anything on you ever again. We're done taking. Now we only want to give."
Your head was spinning. The situation was impossibleâthree women who'd made your life a living nightmare now offering themselves to you like penance. Like prayer.
And the worst part? You wanted it. You wanted them. The attraction had always been there, buried under layers of hurt and resentment. They were beautiful. All three of them, in different ways. You'd have to be blind not to see it.
"I'm going to kiss you now," Yuna said. It wasn't a question, exactly, but there was space in the statement for you to say no. To stop this before it went any further.
You didn't say no.
Her lips met yours with a desperation that stole your breath. This wasn't like the earlier kissesâgentle, tentative, exploratory. This was hunger given form. Her tongue swept into your mouth, claiming, devouring, and you felt yourself falling backward onto the bed as she followed you down.
"Mmmm," she moaned against your lips. "I've wanted this. Fuck. I've wanted this since the moment I saw you yesterday and everything changed."
She broke the kiss to trail her mouth down your jaw, your neck, the hollow of your throat. Her hands worked at the remaining buttons of your shirt, pushing the fabric aside to expose your chest to the cool air of the apartment.
"So beautiful," she breathed against your skin. "How did we never see how beautiful you were?"
Kazuha had stood up from the bed, and now she was removing her bralette with quick, efficient movements. Her breasts were small and pert, with dusky nipples already peaked in the cool air. She caught you looking and smiledâa real smile, not her usual mocking smirk.
"Like what you see?" She crawled back onto the bed, settling on your other side. "You can touch. I want you to touch. I want your hands everywhere."
Winter hadn't moved from her position on the floor. But now she rose gracefully and began unbuttoning her own shirt, revealing pale skin and a delicate lavender bra underneath. Her movements were slower than Kazuha'sâdeliberate, almost ritualistic. Like she was unwrapping a gift.
"I want to try something," Winter said. "Something I've been thinking about since yesterday. Will you let me?"
"What?"
Instead of answering, she sank to her knees againâthis time between your legs. Her pale fingers found the button of your jeans, and she looked up at you with wide, hungry eyes.
"Can I?" she asked. "I want to show you how sorry I am. I want to worship you the way you deserve."
Your throat was dry. "Yes."
She made quick work of your button and zipper, tugging your jeans down your hips with trembling hands. When she'd gotten them off entirelyâleaving you in just your boxer briefs on Yuna's silk sheetsâshe sat back on her heels and just looked at you.
"I spent so long making you feel worthless," she said quietly. "I want to spend the rest of my life making you feel like a god."
Then she leaned forward and pressed her lips against your length through the thin cotton of your boxers.
The sensation made you gasp. Her mouth was warm, even through the fabric, and you could feel her breath ghosting over your sensitive skin. She kissed her way up your shaft, leaving damp patches on the cotton, before hooking her fingers in your waistband and pulling down.
Your cock sprang free, already hard and aching. Winter's eyes went wide.
"Oh," she breathed. "You'reâŚ" She swallowed. "You're perfect."
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Yuna and Kazuha had been watching, their own hands wandering over each other's bodies in absent, distracted patterns. Now they both made sounds of appreciation, pressing closer to get a better view.
"He's gorgeous," Kazuha said. Her hand slid down her own stomach, disappearing between her thighs. "Winter, make him feel good. Show him what your mouth can do when you're not using it to hurt people."
Winter flinched slightly at the reminder of her cruelty, but she didn't argue. Instead, she leaned forward and ran her tongue in a long, slow stripe from the base of your cock to the tip.
The pleasure was immediate and intense. You groaned, your hands fisting in the sheets beneath you.
"Ohhhh, fuck," you gasped.
She swirled her tongue around the head, teasing, tasting. Her pale eyes stayed fixed on your face, watching every reaction, cataloging every gasp and twitch. She was learning you. Memorizing what made you feel good.
"You taste so good," she murmured against your flesh. "I've been imagining this. Dreaming about it. I woke up this morning with my fingers between my legs and your name on my lips."
Then she took you into her mouth.
The wet heat was overwhelming. She sank down slowly, inch by inch, her throat relaxing to accommodate your length. Her hand wrapped around the base, stroking what she couldn't fit, while her other hand cupped your balls gently.
"Winter, fuck," you groaned. Your hips twitched upward without your permission, and she made a small sound of surprise that vibrated through your cock.
She pulled back briefly, a string of saliva connecting her lips to your shaft. "Don't hold back. Use me however you want. This is for you."
Then she dove back in with renewed enthusiasm.
Yuna had grown tired of watching. She straddled your thigh, grinding her core against your leg while her mouth found your neck. You could feel the heat of her even through her jeans, the dampness that had already soaked through the denim.
"I'm so wet," she panted against your throat. "Watching her suck you⌠it's making me insane. I can feel myself dripping." She ground harder against your leg, chasing friction. "I want you inside me so badly. I want to feel you split me open."
Kazuha had positioned herself on your other side, but instead of grinding against you, she'd taken your hand and pressed it between her thighs. Her sex was bareâshe must have removed her pants at some pointâand soaking wet.
"Feel what you do to me," she whispered. Her hips rolled against your palm, smearing her arousal across your fingers. "I've never been this wet for anyone. Never wanted anyone this much. You're all I can think about."
Your brain was short-circuiting. Three women. Three beautiful, terrifying, formerly cruel women, all touching you, all wanting you, all desperate to make you feel good. It was too much. It wasn't enough.
Winter was working your cock with increasing urgency now, her head bobbing in a steady rhythm. Her moans vibrated through your flesh, and the sounds she made were obsceneâwet and hungry and desperate.
"Mmmmph," she moaned around your shaft. "Mmm, you feel so good in my mouth. So hard. So perfect."
She pulled back with a gasp, saliva and precum stringing between her lips and your cock. Her hand replaced her mouth, stroking you rapidly while she caught her breath.
"I need you to know," she panted, "that I've never done this for anyone. Never wanted to. But for youâŚ" She leaned forward and kissed the tip reverently. "For you, I'd stay on my knees forever."
Then she took you deep again, and this time she didn't stop. Her throat worked around your length as she swallowed you down, and you could feel yourself getting close. The pressure was building at the base of your spine, your balls tightening with the need for release.
"I'm going toâ" you started to warn her.
She didn't pull back. If anything, she doubled down, her hand pumping what she couldn't fit while her mouth worked the rest with desperate enthusiasm. Her eyes stayed locked on yours, giving you permission, begging you to let go.
"Fuck, Winter, I'mâ" The orgasm crashed through you like a wave. Your hips jerked upward, driving yourself deeper into her throat as you came. She swallowed around you, taking everything you gave her, and when you finally stilled, she pulled back slowly and pressed a kiss to your softening cock.
"Thank you," she breathed. "Thank you for letting me. Thank you for trusting me."
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Yuna had stopped grinding against your leg to watch Winter finish you off. Now her dark eyes were blazing with need.
"My turn," she said. It wasn't a question.
But Kazuha made a noise of protest. "You went first yesterday. You got to hold his hand first. I want a turn."
"You can have the next one," Yuna promised. "I just need⌠I need him inside me. I need to feel him. I've been going crazy."
Winter had moved to the side, her pale cheeks flushed, her lips swollen from use. But she didn't look satisfiedâshe looked hungry for more.
"We can share," she said quietly. "We talked about this. We're a unit now. His harem. His to command. We don't have to compete."
The word "harem" sent a jolt through your spent body. You weren't sure if you were ready for another round yet, but your cock twitched at the thought.
Yuna considered this for a moment. Then she nodded slowly. "You're right. We share. That's the deal. That's what we agreed."
She climbed off your thigh and began removing her jeans, revealing long legs and a lacy thong that was visibly soaked with her arousal. Her body was incredibleâtoned and elegant, with full breasts that spilled over her bra and curves in all the right places.
"Kazuha," she said, "you wanted his hands. Take them. Winter, you can have his mouth. I'll ride him when he's ready."
The three women rearranged themselves around you with military efficiency. Kazuha took position by your right side, guiding your hand back between her thighs. Winter climbed up the bed and straddled your chest, facing you, her pale sex inches from your face. And Yuna settled between your legs, her mouth closing over your softening cock to bring you back to full hardness.
The sensation of three women pleasuring youâand themselvesâsimultaneously was overwhelming. Your brain couldn't process all the inputs: Kazuha's wet heat against your fingers, Winter's hands braced on your chest as she positioned herself, Yuna's talented mouth working you back to attention.
"Touch me," Kazuha pleaded, rolling her hips against your palm. "Inside. Please. I need your fingers inside me."
You obeyed, sliding two fingers into her slick channel. She was tight, impossibly wet, and she clenched around you with a moan.
"Ohhhh, yes. Just like that. Fuck." Her head fell back, her hips moving in a steady rhythm. "Your fingers feel so good. So much better than my own. I've been touching myself all night thinking about you and it wasn't enough, it was never enoughâ"
Winter had lowered herself to your mouth, and the taste of her filled your senses. She was sweeter than you expected, with a hint of musk that made your cock twitch in Yuna's mouth. You ran your tongue through her folds, finding her clit and circling it with the tip.
"Oh!" Winter cried out. Her thighs trembled on either side of your head. "Oh, fuck, your tongue, yes, right there, please don't stopâ"
You wrapped your arms around her thighs, holding her in place while you feasted on her. Your fingers continued their rhythm inside Kazuha, and you could feel both women getting closer, their moans harmonizing in the quiet room.
Yuna had succeeded in her missionâyour cock was hard again, aching for release. She pulled back and looked up at you with dark, hungry eyes.
"I need you inside me," she said. "Now. Please. I can't wait anymore."
Winter reluctantly lifted herself from your face, and Kazuha whimpered as you withdrew your fingers. But neither protested as Yuna positioned herself above you and sank down onto your length in one smooth motion.
The sensation of her enveloping you was indescribable. She was tight and wet and so hot you thought you might burn alive. Her back arched as she took you to the hilt, a moan tearing from her throat.
"Ohhhhh fuck, you feel so good. You're so big. You're stretching me so perfectlyâ"
She began to move, rolling her hips in a slow rhythm that drove you crazy. Her hands braced on your chest for leverage, her dark hair falling around her face like a curtain.
Kazuha had moved to sit beside you, her own hand between her legs, watching Yuna ride you with desperate hunger. Winter had positioned herself on your other side, one hand pinching her nipples while the other worked her clit.
"Tell us you're ours," Yuna panted, her hips speeding up. "Tell us you'll keep us. Tell us we belong to you."
The words tumbled out before you could stop them. "You're mine. All three of you. You belong to me."
The effect was instantaneous. Yuna's whole body shuddered, her rhythm faltering. "Say it again. Please."
"You're mine. You belong to me. I'm going to keep you."
She came with a scream, her walls clenching around your cock like a vice. The sensation pushed you over the edge too, and you spilled inside her with a groan of your own.
Kazuha and Winter had worked themselves to the edge watching, and they followed moments later, crying out in tandem as pleasure crashed through them.
For a long moment, the only sound in the room was heavy breathing.
Then Yuna collapsed forward onto your chest, her dark hair spreading across your skin like ink.
"Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you for choosing us. We're going to spend the rest of our lives making you happy. I promise."
The other two curled against your sides, their bodies warm and soft. And for the first time in monthsâmaybe yearsâyou felt something like peace.
Whatever came next, you'd face it together.
However deep down. You still have a feeling. That something is not right. This whole thing is not right. Their love was not right. As you caresses Winter's head, You began to wonder. If all of this. Is just a dream come true. Or is it a Nightmare waiting to happen.
You woke slowly, consciousness returning in fragments. A warm, wet heat surrounded your cock. Your hips jerked instinctively, and a low groan escaped your throat before you were fully awake.
"Mmmm, he's waking up," Kazuha's voice came from somewhere to your left. Giggling. "We almost got him there."
Your eyes fluttered open. Morning light filtered through curtains you didn't recognize, and for a disorienting moment, you had no idea where you were. Then sensation crashed backâthe warmth, the wetness, the soft weight of bodies pressed against yours.
Winter's head was between your legs, her pale hair spilled across your thighs like moonlight on water. Her mouth worked your shaft with desperate devotion, tongue swirling around the head before she took you deep. Her cheeks hollowed, and the suction made your vision blur.
"Ohhh, fuck," you breathed.
Yuna lay on your other side, her dark head resting on your chest, watching Winter work with possessive satisfaction. Her elegant fingers traced patterns across your stomach, nails dragging lightly across your skin.
"Good morning," she purred without looking up. "Did you sleep well? We tried not to wake you too many times during the night."
"During theâ" You stopped. Tried to process. "How many times?"
"Four," Kazuha answered proudly. She was curled against your side, her compact body warm and soft. Her round face held a deceptively innocent smile. "You came in your sleep. It was so hot. We couldn't help ourselves."
"We had to have you," Winter pulled back just enough to speak, her pale eyes feverish. A string of saliva connected her swollen lips to your cock. "Every time you got hard, we needed to take care of you. It would be cruel not to."
This wasn't right. None of this was right.
Yesterday's memories crashed over youâthe library, the confessions, the sex. The way they'd looked at you like you were the only thing keeping them alive. The desperation in every touch, every word. And underneath it all, that gnawing certainty that something was profoundly, terrifyingly wrong.
You tried to sit up. Three sets of hands immediately pressed against your chest, pushing you back down.
"Stay," Yuna said softly. Her dark eyes held yours. "Let us take care of you. We need to take care of you."
"No." The word came out hoarse. "We need to talk. This has to stop."
The effect was immediate and devastating.
Winter's face crumbled like you'd slapped her. Her pale skin went even whiter, her eyes going wide with genuine terror. She released your cock like it burned her, scrambling backward on the bed.
"Stop?" Her voice cracked. "You want us to stop? We can'tâwe can't. You don't understand, I can't exist without you now. I've tried to imagine it, tried to picture going back to how things were, and there's nothing there. Just emptiness. Justâ"
"Shh." Yuna sat up, but her composure had cracked too. Her perfectly composed features were twisted with panic. "He doesn't mean it. He's just confused."
"I'm not confused." Your voice hardened. "I don't know what happened yesterday, but people don't just change overnight. This isn't normal. None of this is normal."
Kazuha had gone very still beside you. Her round face had lost its sweetness, replaced by something colder. More calculating.
"You're right," she said quietly. "It's not normal. We know it's not normal. We can feel how wrong it is, how our thoughts aren't our own anymore. But here's the thingâwe don't care."
She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper.
"I spent months making your life hell because it made me feel powerful. I liked watching you suffer. And now the thought of hurting you makes me physically ill. I can't do it. I literally cannot make myself be cruel to you anymore. My brain won't let me." Her smile was brittle. "So you can talk about normalcy all you want. But we're never going back. We can't. And we won't let you go."
"This is insane."
"Probably," Yuna agreed. Her breathing had steadied, but her hands trembled slightly. "But it's real. This is our reality now. You're our reality. And we're going to spend every moment proving that to you."
Winter had moved to the foot of the bed, her slender body curled into itself. She looked small. Fragile. Nothing like the sharp-tongued woman who'd terrorized you for months.
"Please," she whispered. "Please don't send us away. I know we don't deserve you. I know we've been horrible. But we'll do anythingâanythingâto make you happy. Just tell us what you want. Whatever it is. We'll do it."
The desperation in her voice made your chest tighten. This wasn't manipulation, wasn't performance. She genuinely believed every word.
And that was somehow worse.
"I need space," you said carefully. "Time to think. This is moving too fast."
Yuna exchanged glances with the others. Something unspoken passed between themâsome decision made in the silence.
"No," she said softly.
"What?"
"We can't give you space." Her dark eyes held yours with unwavering intensity. "Every moment apart from you feels like dying. I'm not being dramatic. I mean it literally. My chest hurts. My head spins. I can't breathe properly when you're not near me."
"That sounds like a medical problem."
"It's a you problem," Kazuha corrected. "You're the only thing that makes it stop."
Before you could respond, Yuna moved. She reached beneath the pillow and produced something that glinted in the morning lightâsoft silk scarves, deep red, the color matching the wire that had started all this.
"We talked about this last night," she said calmly. "After you fell asleep. We knew you might try to pull away."
"You planned this?"
"We planned for every possibility." She nodded to Kazuha, who took your right wrist. Winter emerged from her huddle to take your left.
"Waitâ"
"We're going to make you feel so good that you won't want to leave," Yuna continued, her voice steady and reasonable. "We're going to worship every inch of you until your brain melts and you understand that you belong with us. That we belong to you."
You tried to resist, but their grip was surprisingly strong. Three women working in concert, coordinated with the precision of a military operation.
"Hold him," Yuna commanded.
Kazuha threw her leg over your chest, pinning your torso. Her bare sex pressed against your stomach, and you could feel how wet she already was. She leaned forward, using her dancer's flexibility to press her forehead against yours.
"Don't fight," she whispered. "We'll make it so good. We'll make you forget everything except us."
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The scarf wound around your right wristâsilk, smooth, tight enough to hold but not enough to hurt. Kazuha guided your arm up, tying it to the bedframe with practiced efficiency. Winter followed suit on your left, her fingers trembling but determined.
"Stop," you said again. But even you could hear how weak it sounded.
"We can't," Winter answered. Her pale eyes were wet with tears. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. But we can't."
Yuna finished securing both wrists, then moved down the bed. She produced two more scarves from somewhereâhow many had they prepared?âand began binding your ankles.
"You're going to thank us," she predicted. "Once it's over. Once you understand."
"This is kidnapping."
"It's devotion." She looked up at you, and her dark eyes held no irony. "We're devoted to you. Completely. Totally. The way nuns are devoted to God. The way martyrs are devoted to their faith. You're our religion now."
Your ankles secured, you were spread eagle on Yuna's bed, completely at their mercy. And despite everythingâthe wrongness, the panic clawing at the edges of your mindâyour cock was already hard again.
Yuna noticed. Of course she did.
"See?" She smiled. "Part of you knows exactly what you need."
She climbed onto the bed, positioning herself between your legs. Her dark hair fell forward, creating a curtain around your cock as she leaned down.
"Let us prove ourselves to you," she murmured. Her tongue traced a line from base to tip. "Let us show you what devotion means."
Then she took you into her mouth, and thought became impossible.
The wet heat was overwhelming. She worked you with skill that spoke of practiceâthough you knew she'd never done this before yesterday. It was as if the wish had given them knowledge along with obsession. Her throat relaxed as she took you deep, her tongue swirling patterns that made your back arch.
"Ohhhh, fuckâ" The moan tore from your throat.
Kazuha had moved to your side, her compact body pressing against you. Her mouth found your nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive skin before her tongue soothed the sting.
"You taste so good," she murmured against your chest. "I've been imagining this all night. The way your skin feels under my tongue. The sounds you make."
Winter had recovered from her panic, her natural sharpness returning. She climbed to your other side, her pale fingers wrapping around the base of your cock where Yuna's mouth couldn't reach.
"Let us drain you," she whispered. Her thumb pressed against the sensitive spot beneath the head. "We're going to take everything you have. Every drop. Until you can't think anymore. Until you can't remember why you wanted to leave."
Yuna pulled back with a wet pop. "Winter, share."
The pale woman obeyed instantly, moving down to join Yuna between your legs. Their faces pressed together, cheek to cheek, both of them looking up at you with hunger that bordered on madness.
They kissed each otherâa deep, messy kiss with your cock inches away. Their tongues tangled, sharing the taste of you. Then they pulled apart and both turned to your shaft.
"Oh fuckâ" The sight alone nearly made you come.
They worked in tandemâYuna on one side, Winter on the other, their tongues tracing parallel paths up your length. When they reached the tip, their mouths met in another kiss, your cock between them.
"MMMMMMM," Winter moaned, the vibration traveling through your flesh.
"So hard," Yuna murmured. "So perfect. You were made for us."
Kazuha had climbed higher, straddling your chest again. Her wet sex pressed against your sternum as she leaned forward.
"I need you to touch me," she said. "Even tied like this. Figure out how."
She positioned herself so your chin could reach her core if you strained upward. The scent of her filled your nostrilsâmusky, sweet, desperate.
"Please," she begged. "I've been wet since last night. I need to feel your tongue on me. Please, please, pleaseâ"
You gave in. There was no point in resistingânot when every nerve ending screamed for release, not when your body had already surrendered.
Your tongue found her folds, and she screamed.
"AHHHHH! Oh god, oh fuck, yes, yes, YESâ"
Her hips bucked against your face, grinding desperately. Her slick smeared across your chin and cheeks as she rode your tongue.
"More," she demanded. "Inside. Put your tongue inside meâ"
You obeyed. Stiffened your tongue and pushed into her channel, feeling her clench around you.
"FUCK! Fuck fuck fuckâ"
Below, Yuna and Winter had split dutiesâYuna swallowing your cock while Winter's mouth worked your balls. The dual sensation was devastating. Wet heat surrounded your shaft while Winter's tongue traced the seam of your sac, then lower, teasing the sensitive skin behind.
"You're close," Yuna observed, pulling back briefly. "We can feel it."
"Let us have it," Winter added, her pale eyes feverish. "Give us everything."
All parties involved in this narrative are adults acting freely, consensually, and with mutual enjoyment.
Yuna sank down again, taking you to the root. Her throat constricted around your head as she swallowed. Winter's mouth closed around one of your balls, sucking gently.
Kazuha was grinding against your face with increasing desperation.
"I'm going toâ" she gasped. "Your tongue is so deep, it's so deepâ"
You felt her thighs begin to tremble against your head. Her whole body tensed.
"I'm coming, I'm coming, I'mâAHHHHHH!"
She gushed against your chin, her release coating your face in hot slick. The taste of her flooded your mouthâsweeter than you expected, with an edge of salt.
The sight and sensation pushed you over the edge.
Your hips strained against the bindings as you came, spurting into Yuna's throat. She swallowed convulsively, taking every drop, her dark eyes rolling back with pleasure.
"MMMMMMM!" Her moan vibrated through your cock, prolonging your orgasm.
When you finally stilled, she pulled back slowly, licking her lips.
"Delicious," she breathed. "You taste like belonging."
Winter had released your balls and was looking at Yuna with hungry envy.
"Share," she demanded.
Yuna turned and kissed her, and you watched them pass your cum between their mouths. Their tongues tangled, sharing the taste of you, both of them moaning into the kiss.
"Again," Kazuha said from above. She hadn't moved from your face. "I need more. I'm still so wetâ"
But you were spent. Your cock softened against your thigh, exhausted.
The three women exchanged glances.
"We'll get him ready again," Yuna said calmly. "We have all day. All week. However long it takes."
"We're going to milk you dry," Winter added, her sharp features softened with satisfied greed. "Every drop you have belongs to us."
They descended on you againâthree mouths, six hands, working in concert to bring you back to hardness. Despite your exhaustion, despite the alarm bells screaming in the back of your mind, you felt yourself responding.
This was wrong. All of this was wrong.
But as Yuna's mouth found your cock again, as Kazuha's slick pressed against your lips, as Winter's nails dragged down your chest, you couldn't remember why.
You lost track of time. Could have been minutes, could have been hours. The three women worked you with tireless devotion, bringing you to the edge and backing off just enough to keep you hard without tipping over. They seemed to know your body better than you didâevery sensitive spot, every trigger point, exactly how much pressure you could take before breaking.
Yuna's mouth was a revelation. She'd taken to sucking your cock like she'd been born for it, her elegant features stretched around your girth as she worked you with single-minded focus. Her dark hair fell across your thighs, the strands catching on your sweat-slick skin. Every few minutes she'd pull back to let Kazuha or Winter take over, but her eyes never left your face.
"We've been talking," Yuna said during one such rotation, her voice calm and conversational despite the obscene situation. Her hand continued stroking you where her mouth had been, keeping you on edge. "The three of us. While you were sleeping."
"Mmmphâ" Winter's response was muffled by your cock, her pale head bobbing in your lap. She'd gotten startlingly good at deep-throating, her earlier gag reflex seemingly erased by sheer determination.
Kazuha lay curled against your side, her compact body warm and soft. She'd already come on your face twice, her slick drying on your chin and cheeks, but she showed no sign of being satisfied. Her fingers traced lazy patterns across your chest, nails dragging lightly through the hair there.
"We've come to a decision," Yuna continued. She met your eyes, and something in her gaze made your stomach clenchâsomething beyond obsession, beyond devotion. Something absolute. "We want you to understand how serious we are. How permanent this is."
Winter pulled off your cock with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her swollen lips to your head. "We want you to make us pregnant."
The words hung in the air. For a moment, even the sounds of breathing seemed to stop.
"What?"
"You heard me." Winter's pale eyes held yours with unnerving intensity. "We want your children. All three of us. We want to carry your babies, to be tied to you forever. To wake up every day with a piece of you growing inside us."
Your mind reeled. This was insane. This was beyond insane. Yesterday these women had been your tormentors, and now they wantedâ
"You can't be serious."
"We've never been more serious about anything," Yuna said softly. She released your cock and climbed onto the bed, positioning herself above you. Her dark hair curtained around her face as she looked down at you with something that might have been love if love could be weaponized. "We discussed it all night. We want this. We need this. To show you how committed we are. To make sure you can never send us away."
"Because if we have your children," Kazuha added from beside you, her sweet voice carrying an edge of steel, "you'll have to keep us. You'll have to take care of us. We'll be bound together for the rest of our lives."
The scarves around your wrists and ankles suddenly felt tighter. You pulled against them instinctively, but they held firm.
"This is crazy. You can't justâ"
"We can." Yuna lowered herself until her sex pressed against your shaft, her slick smearing across your length. She was soakedâhad been since this started, maybe since yesterday. The heat of her was nearly unbearable. "We already stopped taking our birth control. We've been off it for weeks, actually. We were planning this even beforeâ"
She stopped herself, a flicker of confusion crossing her elegant features. "Even before what? I can't remember why we started planning it. Just that we needed to. Needed to be yours completely."
The wish. The stupid, joking wish you'd made with that wire. You'd asked for them to fall for you, but thisâthis was something else entirely. This was obsession weaponized, desire twisted into something desperate and all-consuming.
"I don't want this," you said, but even you could hear how weak it sounded. Your cock was achingly hard between Yuna's wet folds, your body betraying every protest your mind tried to make.
"Yes you do." Yuna began to move, sliding her slick channel along your shaft without taking you inside. The friction was maddening. "Your body knows what it wants. What it needs. And we need it tooâso badly it hurts. Every moment we're not filled with you, not claimed by you, it feels like we're dying."
"Please," Kazuha whispered against your ear. Her hand slid down your stomach to join Yuna's at your cock, both women touching you at once. "Please let us have this. Let us prove ourselves. We'll be such good mothers. We'll raise your children together, love them together, worship you together for the rest of our lives."
Winter had moved to kneel beside Yuna, her pale body a stark contrast to the other woman's darker coloring. Her sharp features were softened with something like reverence.
"We've been such terrible people," she said quietly. "We hurt you for months, made your life miserable, and we can never make up for that. But we can give you this. We can give you children, a family, a harem devoted solely to your pleasure. We can spend the rest of our lives serving you, loving you, being whatever you need us to be."
Her hand joined the others on your cock, three sets of fingers working you together.
"Just give us this one thing," she begged. "Give us your children. Let us be yours forever."
Yuna shifted her hips, and suddenly your cock was positioned at her entrance. The heat of her was incredibleâwet and grasping, her body begging for yours.
"Say yes," she breathed. "Tell us you want this too. Tell us we can have your babies."
Your mouth opened. Closed. You wanted to say no, to tell them this was insane, that you couldn't possiblyâ
"Yesssss," you hissed as Yuna sank down onto your cock.
The sensation was overwhelming. She was tight, tighter than you expected, her channel gripping you like she'd been made for this exact purpose. Her back arched as she took you to the root, a keening moan tearing from her throat.
"OH GODâoh fuck, you're so deep, you're so deepâ"
She stayed there for a moment, impaled on your cock, her whole body trembling. Then she began to move.
Her hips rolled in slow waves, drawing you out almost completely before sinking back down. Each movement made her cry outâsoft desperate sounds that spoke of pleasure almost too intense to bear. Her dark hair swayed with the motion, brushing against her shoulders, her back, your thighs.
"Fuck, you feel so good inside me," she gasped. Her hands pressed against your chest for balance, nails digging into your skin hard enough to leave marks. "So thick, so perfect, like you were made to fit inside meâ"
Kazuha had moved to straddle your face again, her wet sex hovering inches from your mouth. The scent of her was intoxicatingâmusky and sweet, the taste of her previous orgasms still coating your chin.
"Please," she begged. "I need your tongue again. I need to come while you fill Yuna. Please, pleaseâ"
You gave in. What else could you do? Your tongue found her folds, and she screamed.
"AHHHHH! Oh fuck, right there, your tongue is so good, so goodâ"
She ground against your face with the same rhythm Yuna used on your cock, their movements synchronized in some unspoken harmony. Below you could feel your orgasm buildingâpressure at the base of your spine, heat pooling in your gut.
"I'm close," Yuna warned. Her movements had become erratic, desperate. "You're going to come inside me. You're going to fill me with your cum, make me pregnant, claim me foreverâ"
"Oh godâ" Your voice was muffled by Kazuha's sex, but the words escaped anyway.
"YES, say it! Promise me! Promise you'll fill meâ"
"I'll fill you," you heard yourself say. "I'll give you everythingâ"
"AHHHHH!" Yuna threw her head back and screamed. Her whole body seized around you, her channel clenching in rhythmic pulses that pushed you over the edge.
You came harder than you ever had in your life. Spurt after spurt of cum erupted into her, filling her, marking her. She ground down onto you, taking every drop, her body milking yours with desperate intensity.
"Yes, yes, YES! I can feel it, I can feel you coming inside me, so hot, so muchâgive me all of it, give me your babyâ"
All parties involved in this narrative are adults acting freely, consensually, and with mutual enjoyment.
The orgasm seemed to last forever. When it finally ended, Yuna collapsed forward onto your chest, her dark hair spilling across your skin. You could feel her heart hammering against your ribs, feel her body still trembling with aftershocks.
"Perfect," she murmured against your neck. "That was perfect. I can feel your cum inside me, so warm, so rightâŚ"
Kazuha had pulled back from your face, her own orgasm apparently forgotten in the intensity of the moment. She looked at Yuna with something like envy.
"My turn," she said. "You promised. You said you'd give us all your children."
"Give him a minute," Yuna protested without lifting her head. "He needs to recover."
"He doesn't need anything except us," Winter interrupted. She'd been watching the whole scene with hungry eyes, one hand between her own legs, fingering herself in steady rhythm. "Look at himâhe's already getting hard again."
She was right. Despite the orgasm that had just wrung you out, despite the exhaustion pulling at your limbs, your cock was stiffening inside Yuna's warmth. The wish, or whatever power that wire had given you, wouldn't let you stop.
Yuna felt it too. She lifted her head to look at you, dark eyes wide with wonder.
"You are perfect," she breathed. "Everything we always needed."
She lifted herself off you with obvious reluctance, your cum already starting to leak from her well-fucked hole. The sight of itâwhite and thick, dripping down her thighsâmade something primitive stir in your chest.
"Kazuha's turn," Yuna said, moving to kneel beside the bed. "But first, we need to make sure he's ready."
She gestured to Winter, who immediately understood. The pale woman moved between your legs, her mouth descending on your cock before you could protest. She licked you cleanâtasting Yuna's slick, your cum, the mingled flavors of your combined pleasure.
"So good," she murmured against your shaft. "You taste like ownership. Like belonging."
Kazuha had positioned herself above you now, her compact body hovering over your freshly cleaned cock. Her round face held an expression of desperate anticipation.
"I've never done this before," she admitted softly. "Not before yesterday, I mean. I was saving myself forâfor something. Someone. I didn't know it was you untilâ"
She shook her head, confusion flickering across her features.
"Until suddenly it was all I could think about. Being yours. Being filled by you. Carrying your child." She lowered herself until your cock pressed against her entrance. "Make me yours. Please. I need it so badly."
She sank down onto you with a sharp cry.
"OHâoh fuck, you're so bigâ"
She was tighter than Yuna, her body gripping you like a vice. She stayed still for a moment, adjusting to the sensation of being filled, her face a mask of concentration.
"Move," you commanded, and the word surprised you. Something had shiftedâsome acceptance of this new reality, this strange power you held over them.
Kazuha's eyes flew open at your command, round face lighting up with joy.
"Yesâwhatever you want, anything you wantâ"
She began to move, her hips working in a different rhythm than Yuna's. Where Yuna had been smooth and undulating, Kazuha was enthusiastic and eager, bouncing on your cock with almost frantic energy.
"Fuck, fuck, fuckâyou feel incredible, so deep, hitting places I didn't know existedâ"
Yuna and Winter had moved to either side of you, both women watching Kazuha ride you with possessive satisfaction. Winter's hand found your face, turning your head toward her.
"Kiss me," she demanded. "While you fill her, kiss meâ"
Her mouth found yours, and she kissed you with desperate intensity. Her tongue invaded your mouth, tangling with yours, tasting and claiming. When she pulled back, her pale lips were swollen and red.
"Next time," she whispered against your mouth. "You're going to fill me next. You're going to pump me so full of cum that I'll be dripping for days."
Kazuha's movements had grown more erratic, her breath coming in sharp gasps.
"I'm closeâI'm so closeâyour cock is hitting my spot every time, it's too much, too goodâ"
"Come for me," you ordered, and she shattered.
"AHHHHHHH! OH GOD, OH FUCK, I'M COMING, I'M COMING ON YOUR COCKâ"
Her channel clenched around you in rhythmic pulses, and the sensation pushed you over the edge again. You came inside her with a groan, filling her with your second load of the morning.
"YES! I can feel it, I can feel you coming, filling me up, giving me your babyâTHANK YOU, thank you, thank youâ"
She collapsed forward onto your chest, her compact body shaking with aftershocks. You could feel her tears against your skinâtears of pleasure, of relief, of something that might have been joy.
"Two down," Yuna observed from beside you. Her voice was calm, but her dark eyes blazed with intensity. "One to go."
Winter had already taken position, her pale body replacing Kazuha's above you. But instead of sinking down onto your cock, she turned around, presenting her back to you.
"I want you to see," she explained. "I want you to watch your cock disappear inside me. I want you to see your cum dripping out when you're done."
She lowered herself onto you with a moan, her tight channel gripping your oversensitive cock.
"OHâoh fuck, you're still so hard, how are you still so hardâ"
The sight was obscene and intoxicatingâyour darkened shaft disappearing into her pale body, her round cheeks bouncing with each movement. Yuna and Kazuha had recovered enough to move beside her, both women running their hands across Winter's body as she rode you.
"So beautiful," Kazuha murmured. "Taking him so well. Being such a good harem-sister."
"Our turn to help," Yuna added. She reached between Winter's legs, her elegant fingers finding the other woman's clit.
Winter screamed.
"AHHHHH! Oh god, Yuna, what are youâOH FUCKâ"
"Making sure you come hard enough to catch his seed," Yuna explained calmly. Her fingers worked Winter's clit in tight circles. "We need you convulsing around him, pulling his cum deep into your womb."
Winter's movements became frantic, her body chasing the pleasure Yuna provided. Each bounce on your cock drove you deeper, her channel gripping you like she was trying to pull you inside permanently.
"More," she begged. "Please, I needâI needâ"
Kazuha leaned in and took one of Winter's pale nipples into her mouth, sucking hard. Winter's back arched, and a wail tore from her throat.
"I'M COMINGâI'M COMINGâFILL ME, PLEASE, FILL ME WITH YOUR CUMâ"
You came for the third time, your body somehow finding more to give her. The orgasm was almost painful in its intensity, your cock pulsing inside her as you pumped her full.
"YES! I can feel it, so hot, so muchâmark me, claim me, make me yours foreverâ"
She collapsed backward, your cock slipping from her body with an obscene wet sound. Your cum immediately began leaking from her stretched hole, dripping onto your stomach.
All three women lay around you now, breathing hard, their bodies slick with sweat and other fluids. The room smelled like sexâmusk and salt and something sweeter underneath.
"Perfect," Yuna murmured. She pressed a kiss to your shoulder. "That was perfect."
"Now we wait," Kazuha added, her voice dreamy with satisfaction. "Wait to see if it takes. And if notâ"
"We'll keep trying," Winter finished. She'd already begun cleaning you with her mouth, licking up the combined fluids from your stomach. "Every day. As many times as it takes. Until all three of us are round with your children."
She looked up at you, pale eyes feverish with devotion.
"You're never getting rid of us now. We're yours forever."
The worst part was, you weren't sure you wanted to be rid of them anymore.
âUm, sorry, I saved it somewhere,â Hyewon mumbles.
The car idles as you glance up at the rearview mirror, watching her scroll through her phone. You havenât moved since dropping the manager off at the agency. At least everything is going according to plan. Thatâs all that matters.
âAh, found it,â she says, leaning forward from the back seat to show you the address on her phone.
âOh, itâs that cafĂŠ thatâs been trending online,â you say, typing the name into your phone.
âHave you been there?â Hyewon asks, leaning back into her seat.
âNo. Iâve just been seeing it around lately. Heard itâs nice with a rooftop view.â
âAh, I see,â she murmurs as you shift the car into drive and pull onto the road, the low hum of the engine settling into the silence. You catch a glance in the rearview mirror, brief and accidental, your eyes meeting before either of you can help it, and just as quickly, both of you look away. The silence lingers a second too long, and as if to break it, she speaks again. âIs this a company SUV?â
âYes, it is.â
âDoes this car have some kind of reinforcement, like bulletproof panels and all that? Or is that just in movies?â
You let out a small chuckle and turn the corner. âWe do have some. This one just has reinforced windows and darker tint.â
âOh, I see.â Hyewon nods, glancing around the car before looking back out the window as buildings pass. âWhatâs the craziest thing youâve dealt with as a bodyguard?â
You take a moment to think while she waits. âProbably the number of fights but theyâre more like scuffles. They end quickly. After a while, it all starts to feel kind of meaningless.â
She laughs softly, her gaze drifting to your arm resting on the steering wheel. âYouâve got some humor in you.â
It wasnât really a joke, but you let it pass, a quiet breath of a laugh leaving you anyway. âThank you.â
âAlso⌠isnât the weather nice today?â
âIt is,â you say, easing off the gas as the light turns red in front of you.
ââ
At the shop, it isnât crowded, just a handful of college students hunched over laptops. As you approach the kiosk with Hyewon, she starts ordering quietly while your attention drifts, scanning the room, each table, each face, anyone who might look twice, anyone who might recognize her.
âIs that Hyewon?â the worker at the register whispers to a coworker. You catch it anyway. A few people in line glance over.
âPeople are starting to notice you, Hyewon,â you whisper to her. âAre you in the mood to greet fans?â
âOf course,â she smiles, swiping through the screen without hesitation.
âMay you remind me of the safe words I gave you?â you ask. âStandard procedure.â
âWhereâs my manager?â she replies, glancing at you with a teasing smile.
âOkay, just checking.â
For now, at least, people keep their distance, the way they usually do on a slow Tuesday.
âDo you want anything?â she asks, turning to you.
You shake your head. âNo, thank you.â
âAre you sure? You should get something. The desserts here look really good.â
âThanks, but Iâm okay.â
She glances at you, a little more insistent this time. âI know youâre working, but at least get something. An Americano or whatever. Itâs my treat. I don't want to feel bad."
You hesitate for a second, then give in. âAlright. A small Americano. Thank you.â
âYouâre welcome.â She taps it in and pulls out her card.
Before she can pay, you step in a little closer, just enough to block the view of any clear angle from the cameras around. Itâs instinct, automatic. She notices how you did it quietly without a word.
âWhat a bodyguard,â Hyewon thinks, a small, private smile lingering as the order goes through. The receipt prints with a soft whir, and she tears it off, glancing at the number. âTwenty-six.â
She steps aside to wait, and you fall in just behind her, close enough without crowding. The room settles again, low voices, the clink of cups. Then someone stands. You notice it immediately. A girl approaches, stopping a few feet away, careful, almost hesitant. You take her in without staring, quick and automatic. College student, maybe. Glasses, beige jacket, nothing out of place. No tension in her shoulders, no rush in her steps.
âHi⌠can I take a quick picture with you, Hyewon?â she asks.
Hyewon glances back at you, just for a second after you give her a small nod.
The girl smiles and steps closer, the moment passing easily, a phone lifted, a quick picture taken, nothing more.
âNumber twenty-six!â
Hyewon thanks the fan before stepping away, heading to the counter to pick up the tray.
âWant me to carry that?â you ask.
âNo, itâs okay. Iâve got it.â
âAlright.â
You follow a step behind as she heads up the stairs, your attention split between her and the space ahead. The rooftop door swings open, and the air changes immediately, cooler, easier to breathe. You take a quick look around before she reaches a corner table and sets the tray down. You take the seat beside her without thinking and turn towards the door.
She pauses, then glances at you. âI think youâre supposed to face the other way.â
âI donât sit with my back to a door.â
âOh.â It comes out quieter this time from Hyewon. She doesnât say anything else, just settles into her seat, a small pause lingering as she takes that in. From the outside, you know how it looks. A little out of place or funny, maybe even rigid. On any other day, it might feel unnecessary. But not today.
âHereâs your Americano, Oppa,â she murmurs, hoping what she just called you flew over your head. Which it did, surprisingly, out of everything.
âThank you,â you say and reach for your coffee from her hand.
âIâm guessing youâre counting how many people are up here.â
âYeah. Ten people. This place will likely get busy in two hours since people will be on break.â
Youâre not even looking at her, your attention is set somewhere past her shoulder, on the door, the edges of the rooftop, anywhere but her. Still, you can feel it, the way her gaze lingers a second too long, studying you without trying to hide it.
âDo you have a girlfriend?â
Turning to her, your eyes meet each other, âNo.â
âLiar,â she giggles, covering her mouth, though the curiosity doesnât leave her expression. She tears off a small piece of her strawberry muffin, bringing it to her lips as she watches you.
You take a sip of your coffee, letting the moment stretch just enough. âWhat makes you think Iâm lying?â
She hums softly, chewing, taking her time before answering. âHmm⌠maybe Iâll take that back.â She swallows, brushing a crumb from her thumb. A small smile forms as she tilts her head slightly. âThen what kind of woman are you into?â
You glance away for a brief second, like the answer isnât something you keep ready. âSomeone who knows how to be kind,â you say. âNot nice all the time. Just kind.â You pause, almost reconsidering whether to add more, then do anyway. âBut it usually falls apart if she has a pretty smile.â
âAh,â Hyewon leans in just a touch, her smile widening, not shy anymore but teasingly. âSo youâre a sucker for a pretty smile?â She holds it there a second longer than necessary, like she knows exactly what sheâs doing, like she wants you to notice.
You hesitate, enough to give it away without hiding any thoughts. âYeah. You could say that.â
She lets the smile linger for a second, then looks down at her muffin like nothing happened. The moment shifts, quiet but not the same anymore.
âThatâs cute,â Hyewon says. You glance at her as she takes another bite, brushing a few crumbs from her lips without thinking. She looks out over the rooftop for a moment, and you let your gaze linger a second too long before looking away, lifting your coffee to your lips. âDo you⌠usually talk this much?â she asks, turning back to you. âWe didnât talk much earlier. When I was shopping.â
âYour manager isnât here to keep you company.â
âThen⌠am I talking too much?â she asks with a shy laugh.
You shake your head. âNo. Youâre fine.â
âOppa,â she murmurs.
You catch it a second later, but donât react much and only think that sheâs just getting comfortable with you, âHmm?â
âWant a taste?â she asks, holding out her muffin.
âNo, but thanks for offering.â
âAre you sure? I have an extra fork.â
You shake your head again, lifting your coffee. âIâm sure.â
âHmm, okay,â Hyewon says, drawing the muffin back towards herself. She takes another bite, slow, like she isnât in any rush, and when your eyes meet again, she holds it for a second longer than before, a faint smile still there before she finally looks away.
You tell yourself itâs nothing. Just timing. Two people looking in the same direction at the same second. But your body doesnât buy it. It lingers a second too long, reads into it more than it should. Hyewon doesnât look away. Her smile stays instead of passing through. You try to shrink it into coincidence, something easy to ignore, but youâre already paying closer attention than you should be. Youâve noticed the signs before, and youâre trying not to let this turn into something youâll actually act on.
Hyewonâs not smiling at you just because. Sheâs flirting with you.
ââ
After the coffee shop, you walk with Hyewon into her apartment building. She presses the elevator button and glances down at the shopping bags in your hands. âIâm surprised youâre not asking why I spent so much today,â she says.
âI donât bother to,â you reply, a faint smile touching your lips.
The elevator opens and you gesture her in first. She steps inside, close enough for you to catch the faint trace of her perfume as you follow in. She presses her floor and the doors close. The air shifts, quieter and closer. Hyewon looks down and adjusts her grip on her phone while you keep your gaze forward, both of your reflections blurred together in the polished metal doors.
Thereâs something sitting beneath it. Something neither of you has said out loud. You donât follow it too far. Still, the thought lingers longer than it should. You notice it anyway. The way she doesnât quite relax. The way the silence doesnât feel empty. Her eyes have been saying enough all day.
âOppa,â she murmurs, softer this time as she looks up at you.
âYes?â
She hesitates, and you can see it before she speaks. âI know your job is done once Iâm inside, but⌠would you like to stay for a bit?â
Youâre thinking as she glances at you, then looks forward before the elevator comes to a complete stop and opens. Thereâs hesitation in your thoughts, because for whatever reason, everything seemed to align too well.
âI can stay for a bit,â you say with a quiet chuckle.
She steps out when the doors open, and you follow behind. Your thoughts donât settle between her and yourself, questions you donât quite let form. Your gaze drifts at her for a second, lower than it should, before you catch it and pull it back up on how her hair sways with each step. Hyewon stops at her door and keys in the code. The lock clicks. She glances at you over her shoulder, a small smile waiting there as the door opens. âCome in.â
You pause for half a second, then step forward.
Neither of you says anything more. You donât need to.
âUh, sorry, itâs a bit messy,â she says shyly as you step inside.
âIt doesnât look messy at all,â you assure her while slipping your shoes off beside hers.
âCome sit,â Hyewon murmurs before quickly moving towards the living room, straightening a few things that honestly didnât need fixing. You follow after her and sit at the end of the couch, quietly taking in the unfamiliar space around you.
âSeems cozy,â you comment.
She turns around at that and suddenly remembers the shopping bags still hanging from your hands. A shy laugh slips out as she brushes her hair back and reaches for them. âThank you. Iâll put these in my room. Be right back.â
The apartment grows strangely quiet once she disappears into her bedroom. You hear the soft rustle of bags being set down before she comes back out a moment later and sits near you, not too close, but not far either. Your eyes meet for a brief second before both of you look away like it never happened.
âCan I hang my coat somewhere?â you ask, standing as you slip off your trench coat.
âOh, here.â She gets up quickly and takes it from your hands. âIâll hang it for you.â
âThank you.â
âYouâre welcome,â she says softly. Her fingers brush against yours for only a moment before she walks to the closet by the front door. You glance over without meaning to, watching her hang the coat up before she casually pulls her sweater over her head, leaving only the light blue shirt underneath.
The room feels quieter after that. Not uncomfortable. Just aware of whatâs happening. Your intuition is already pulling at you. Every glance lingers just enough to say what neither of you wants to say first.
When Hyewon walks back over, she brushes her hair behind her ear again before sitting beside you, closer this time. Not enough to touch, but close enough that you notice the warmth of her beside you. You catch the nervous habit immediately and decide to ease some of it before she disappears too far into her own thoughts.
âLight blue looks good on you, Hyewon,â you say with a gentle smile.
âOh.â A soft laugh slips out of her as she looks down for a second. âThanks.â Her eyes drift over you before she adds, quieter this time, âYour shoulders look broader without the coat.â
You let out a faint chuckle, âIs it that noticeable?â
The second the words leave her mouth, she looks like she wants to take them back. Or maybe not take them back, just hide the fact she noticed in the first place. âUh⌠a little.â
Hyewonâs blushing, and you took notice. The way she avoids your eyes for a second too long. And somehow that feels more intimate than if she had looked at you directly.
âMay I see your hands?â you ask softly, turning towards her.
You already know youâre crossing into something dangerous. Maybe she knows it too, but it hangs there between you anyway, heavy in the silence. Hyewon hesitates for only a second before lifting her legs onto the couch and turning fully towards you. She offers her hands shyly, slowly, like sheâs giving away more than she should. You take them gently, your fingers wrapping around her wrists as your thumbs brush against her skin. Her pulse gives itself away almost immediately beneath your touch. Slowly, you guide her hands upward until they rest against your shoulders. Her fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt, hesitant at first, then holding on a little tighter.
She gulps in the quiet space between you. Her cheeks flush a deep rosy red that spreads all the way to her ears no matter how hard she tries to hide it. Hyewon tries to keep herself composed, but she can already feel the butterflies in her stomach fluttering out of control.
Then your eyes meet. Your gaze drops briefly to her pretty lips before returning to her eyes, holding it there. The air begins to feel extremely intimate. You want to take off her clothes, make her vulnerable to the point where youâll assure her that being in your arms is the only place to be in the moment.
Her pulse is rising, and neither can she take her eyes off of you or even say a word. So you slowly lean in and close your eyes. Your hand makes its way to her thighs, and before a kiss happens, Hyewon closes her eyes too, lips parting softly as she waits for you to close the distance, but you suddenly stop. Just enough for her to feel it. Just enough for the warmth of your breath to linger against her skin without giving her the kiss she was expecting.
âMay I?â you whisper softly, stopping just short of her lips as the faint scent of her perfume lingers
Thereâs no verbal answer. Hyewon answers by leaning in slowly instead with her breath trembling softly against your lips before they finally meet. The kiss is careful at first, almost hesitant, like neither of you fully wants to acknowledge how long this moment has been building. But restraint slips quickly. Her hand tightens against your shoulder as she kisses you deeper, and you feel yourself give in just as easily. The warmth of her pulls you closer. Every quiet breath, every shaky little pause between kisses draws you further into her, until thinking about where the line was supposed to be no longer feels possible.
You gently guide Hyewon back against the couch without breaking the kiss. She follows you willingly, fingers tightening against your shirt before one hand slips higher to cradle the side of your face like she needs something steady to hold onto. Her legs parted on instinct as she feels you getting hard between her. A soft moan leaves her when you finally pull away just enough to let her breathe. Her chest rises unevenly as she looks up at you quietly.
âYouâre good at kissing,â you compliment her and take a quick gulp.
âDid you forget? Iâm an actress,â Hyewon shyly chuckles and rubs her thumb on your cheeks.
Maybe you did, or maybe, youâre not thinking straight anymore by how quick the kiss turned into something you werenât ready for.
You want more of her, greedily.
âI think youâre better than me,â she adds on, biting her lower lip. Hyewon reaches in between the two of you and unbuttons your plain, whir flannel from the top, hesitantly stopping halfway to your exposed chest. You can see the hesitation in her eyes as she looks up at you. âDo you have um⌠a condom?â
âI donât,â you reply.
Hyewon hesitates, because again, this whole thing was an unplanned mess.
"Do you want to come over to my place?" you ask, giving her the option. In her mind, she doesn't want to, not because she's unsure, but because you've already gotten this far. And you won't give her a second to ask you to run to the nearest pharmacy. "Or I can go grab one quick, if that's okay."
Hyewon smiles at how thoughtful you are. She looks down and starts unbuttoning your flannel, then meets your eyes again. Those damn eyes of hers pull you in deeper the longer you stare. She's not even naked yet, and her gaze alone is enough to drag you into an infinite void. Her fingers slip beneath your collar and slowly pull the shirt off your shoulders. "I'll give you a chance."
âWhat chance?â you ask.
She presses her lips before speaking. âWe can do it without one.â
âAre you sure?â
She lets out a soft chuckle, her palms slowly exploring your chest. Her lips press together as you watch her nervously swallow. "Yeah⌠I'm okay with it."
You get a good look at her eyes from above, close enough to catch every small shift in them, the sincerity, the dare, the way she's not even trying to hide either.
âJust promise to not cum in me,â she whispers. Her hands are still on your chest, legs almost locking you in. Sheâs been staring at you like itâs love at first sight. But love isnât there, itâs lust that brought you two to this couch, in her own home.
Hyewonâs hands slip back under your flannel and press more insistently against your skin. Feeling her growing impatient, you sit up from her, quickly take the shirt off, and drape it over the couch. Before you can settle again, her hands are already reaching for your pants.
âI wonât. Are you taking any prescriptions?â you ask, and she cautiously gets a feel of your length through the fabric of your pants.
She nods, âYeah.â
Thatâs all you needed to know. You respect her boundaries.
So you chuckle to just clear the littlest, tense air in the room, âWhy are you so shy to unzip my pants?â
She chuckles along, âI donât know.â
âDo I make you nervous?â
âYeah, a little,â she admits.
Without a word, you grab her wrist and guide her hand to your zipper. Hyewon understands the assignment as she slowly unzips your pants. You stare at her, admiring such a beauty, yet so hungry from the look in her eyes. Once she lets go, you get off the couch and offer your hand. Hyewon takes it and stands up beside you.
âMay I?â you ask, reaching her waist to take off her shirt.
âYeah,â she whispers shyly.
So you slowly pull her shirt up, your fingers brushing against her warm skin as her torso is gradually revealed. The soft white bra comes into view, hugging her gently before you fully take the shirt off. Her breathing deepens as you toss it on top of yours on the couch.
You take the lead without waiting any longer, hooking your thumbs into the waistband of her pants as Hyewon curiously watches, slowly sliding them down her thighs and letting them drop to the floor. She can feel the subtle romance in the moment, the way your hands move with such gentle care, the focused attention you give her.
But neither of you are mistaken. This isn't love, even if the feelings are close enough to be misunderstood. Looking at each other, you guide her hands to your pants. She pulls them down and lets them drop to the floor. Now only your boxers and her bra and panties remain. You're setting the tone, slow and steady, and Hyewon is falling into it too.
"Hyewon," you whisper, gently taking her hand as you sit back on the couch. You pull her closer, clearly wanting her on top. She spreads her legs and slowly lowering herself onto your lap.
"He's so sweet," she thinks to herself, watching you reach for her nape and pull her face closer to yours, meeting each other's lips with eyes closed. You love how soft her lips are, how you can feel her back arching and her chest pressing into yours. You hold the side of her face, wanting more, taking in the sounds of your lips against each other's. There's desperation in every kiss.
You deepen the kiss, your tongue gently parting her lips as she lets out a soft, needy whimper. Hyewon's breath hitches every time your thumb brushes her cheekbone. She presses even closer, hips slowly grinding against you, shamelessly rubbing her panties along the thick, hard length of your cock straining through your boxers.
Pulling back just enough to breathe, you rest your forehead against hers, eyes still closed, savoring the shared moment. Her lashes flutter open slowly, revealing her gleaming eyes full of emotion and desire. A shy smile tugs at her lips. She can't say anything, only letting out a soft chuckle and grabbing hold of your shoulders. You move your hands lower, onto her back, her hips, the strap of her bra, anywhere to give her body some attention.
You brush your cheek against hers and trail your lips slowly down the elegant line of her neck. Hyewon turns her head to the side with a soft sigh, giving you full access as her pulse flutters wildly beneath your mouth. Your kisses are light at first, then firmer, sucking gently on the sensitive spot just below her ear. She lets out a quiet, breathy moan as one of her hands slides up to your nape and holds you there.
While your lips keep her distracted with slow, teasing kisses on her neck, your hands slide up her back until your fingers find the hook of her bra and gently undo it, letting it hang loose on her shoulders.
Hyewon pulls back from the kiss with a shy smile and slowly slides off your lap, standing between your legs as she takes off her bra, giving you a perfect view of her tits. She bends her knees, hooks her fingers into your boxers, and tugs them steadily down your hips and thighs until your hard cock springs free. After quickly tossing your boxers to the side, she climbs right back onto your lap. Reaching between your bodies, Hyewon gently wraps her hand around your cock, staring down with a smile as it throbs instantly.
You just can't take in how gorgeous she is with that smile, almost damn near naked in front of you.
She pushes her panties aside with one hand and leans forward while guiding the tip of your cock to her slick entrance with the other. After all the teasing, she finally sinks down onto you. A soft tremor passes between the two of you as your cock stretching her folds.
She bites her lower lip, briefly pausing to take a breath. Your cock throbs halfway inside her walls as a soft moan escapes Hyewon's lips. The two of you share a gaze and she grabs hold of your shoulders for balance, slowly sinking down further with a gasp until your cock fully disappears inside her. It's overwhelming her as she stays still, trying to adjust to how big you are and how her pussy is being stretched. With some effort, she slowly begins to grind on you.
"So big," she shyly murmurs, curling into you, letting out soft cries and whimpers, anything that easily slips from her lips.
"I'll be gentle," you whisper as your fingers slip beneath her panties and get a feel of the tenderness of her ass.
This is Hyewon fighting against herself. This was just the start as she gets used to your cock inside her. But you can't take in how tightly her pussy grips you, how slick she was after all that kissing, so dangerous that you'd love to cum inside her if she dared you to.
As she begins grinding harder, you hear the clear and beautiful moans she makes. You lay back against the couch and take deep breaths. She gently places her hands on your chest and continues to grind slowly, back and forth, in circles. You try to catch your breath and tilt your head back, although it feels endlessly impossible when she's this tight.
"Hyewon," you softly moan, blindly grabbing her hands on your chest, holding her there with no intention of letting go.
She can feel your heart beating beneath her palm, resting flat against your chest. It's the most raw and genuine thing as she gazes down at you. Her own chest rises and falls in shallow rhythms, syncing with yours. The window blinds in her living room are down, tilted just enough for thin lines of light to slip through.
She feels strangely exposed and vulnerable in her own home, like anyone outside could see what's going on behind those blinds. But the feeling of you inside her, this rush of warmth and adrenaline, makes Hyewon melt into you, her body trembling softly as she savors the deep, intimate fullness only you can give her.
Everything feels surreal. The way your hands gripped her wrist, desperate, like you never wanted to leave her. She pauses to catch a breath and gently guides your hands up to her tits.
âIt feels good just sitting on it,â she embarrassingly confesses and feels you gently squeezing her tits.
âYeah?â you gasp. âShow me your bedroom.â
âItâs even more messy there,â she giggles, which you can definitely feel it from being inside her.
âWe can make it messier,â you tease Hyewon, gently flicking her hard nipples.
âWhat?â she utters, holding in a laugh and grinds on your cock to keep it as hard as possible inside her.
âShould we try on your dining table?â you murmur, teasing her again, but itâs more like youâre daring Hyewon.
She brushes her hair before deciding to get off of your cock and take off her panties, then giving you her hand. âLetâs go.â
Okay, you didnât expect that, but youâll take her hand as she walks you to the dining table.
Before making any decisions near the table, she leans forward and kisses you again, pulling you into a deep, hungry makeout as she reaches down to stroke your cock. You can't say a damn thing, only match her hungry lips, until Hyewon's other hand reaches back for the table and she leans against it, gently pulling you with her. She tiptoes and sits on the edge, never breaking the kiss for even a second, until she glances down and guides the tip of your cock back inside her.
She grips your shoulders tightly as you slowly push into her again. You hold her leg while your other hand braces behind her on the tabletop. Hot breath fans across your neck, a moan spilling from both of you as she takes you deeper than she ever did on the couch. Her eyes lift to meet yours, half-lidded and hazy with pleasure, struggling to stay open. Quiet whimpers escape her with every thrust. The dark strands of her hair cling to her cheeks.
Her walls flutter and squeeze around your cock with every slow, deep thrust. Sheâs neither telling you to slow down or be rougher, simply lost in the steady rhythm as her body rocks gently against yours. Soft, needy sounds slip from her parted lips with each thrust, her half-lidded eyes staying locked on yours in a hazy, intimate gaze.
âOppa,â she moans out desperately as her toes curl. You slow the pace and let the two of you catch a breath, eyes still locked in the quiet moment. You reach up and gently brush the strand of hair from her cheek, tucking it behind her ear.
This subtle gesture changes something in her, more than you realize.
Her eyes soften with a new kind of warmth, the raw desire quietly deepening into something more tender. A slow, involuntary flutter runs through her walls, her body reacting before her mind can catch up. Hyewon gulps and you feel her hands find your face, pulling you in as your lips meet again.
You continue thrusting gently back and forth inside her. She pours everything into you: her heart in this fleeting moment, her body, even her sanity, all completely yours. Each roll of her hips meets yours with quiet desperation, tongue sliding against yours while her slick walls cling tightly around your cock as if Hyewonâs suggestion of you pulling out wasnât the plan anymore.
You guide her back until she's lying flat on the table, your body hovering over hers, close enough to feel every breath she takes as your hips thrust forward, deeper and harder, one thrust after another, each one pulling a sound out of her. A desperate groan spills out, drawn out and helpless for a few seconds she can barely hang onto, until Hyewon grabs hold of your shoulders and gives you a gentle push. In an instant, you slow down, hearing how heavy her breaths have become.
Maybe it was a little too much for her.
You lean back and give her a moment, lifting her legs together to kiss her ankles and calves while slowly driving into her. She cups her own tits, whimpering with her eyes closed.
Hyewon can't bear how good your lips feel brushing against her legs, each kiss sending her heart fluttering. She can feel the depth of your passion in every touch, aching for you to fill her, to let go inside her. Yet she's torn between desire and restraint.
Her whole body suddenly stiffens, every muscle locking up as you keep pushing through. You realize it only nowâ she's cumming. Her slick walls clamp down around your cock in strong, pulsing waves. A raw, broken cry tears from her throat, half-sob, half-scream, her voice shaking apart. Breathless whimpers spill out uncontrollably as Hyewon arches and spreads her arms back to grip the edges of the table while her body continues to squirm around.
Your cock throbs as you hold yourself together, slowing to a few last deep strokes until she stops cumming and lets out an exhausted breath. You pull out just in time, your cock throbbing in your hand as her legs slowly part, ready to cum all over her.
She looks at you, then down at your cock while her breaths catch. Hyewon's trying to make a decision she hates to go back on. It's tormenting her the more she wants to stick to what was said.
A wave of shyness washes over her, seeing how shamelessly her legs are spread for you. She only met you today, yet it felt like you're someone she's known for years, someone she could trust. The guilt begins to linger, especially when Hyewon felt like she was the reason the two of you ended up here like this. You see her pondering, but you have no clue what's really going on in her head.
âShould I just let him?â she thinks to herself, looking right at you leaning over her, lowering yourself to give her tits a gentle kiss. Her breaths are still freshly heavy after cumming. You knew there was something Hyewonâs embarrassed about. She feels your warm kisses on her body while your cock drags against her crotch.
âLetâs go to your bed,â you murmur, gently grabbing her hand and getting up together. You smile at her after seeing how self conscious she was after cumming. âTake me to your room.â
She gives in completely, her lips curving into a soft, unconscious smile as yours proves impossible to resist. The difference in your hand sizes matters more than it needs to as she doesn't let go. Hyewon leads you toward her room, but just before you reach the door, you catch her wrist and gently press her back against the wall.
Your body follows, pinning Hyewon there with hunger. You kiss her deeply, slowly, savoring the warmth of her mouth as your hands glide over her curves, tracing her waist, and thumb brushing her hips. A quiet sigh escapes Hyewon. She melts into you, sliding her arms around your shoulders, fingers digging into your hair as she pulls you closer.
Hyewon hates herself for this. For letting you flutter her heart so effortlessly. For melting under the raw, undivided passion you pour into her. Most of all, she hates how convincingly you fuck herâ like you genuinely want her, like sheâs the only thing that matters. She knows this isnât love. Deep down, she understands that, but you deserve far more than what she asked of you.
The wet tip of your cock brushes against her stomach while you keep her from talking. Sheâs not impatient or complaining. If anything, a quiet thrill runs through her.
You slide your hands down to the back of her thighs and gently lift her. Hyewon wraps her legs around your waist with a soft, surprised gasp, her arms tightening around your neck as you carry her into the bedroom. You lower Hyewon onto the bed with care and your body follows hers down until sheâs cradled beneath you with her hair spilling across the sheets. Your lips trail along her jaw and neck as you settle between her thighs, savoring the warmth of her skin and the way her fingers tremble slightly while threading through your hair in silent surrender.
Hyewon breaks into a light chuckle as she feels your lips trailing down to her tits that left tingling feelings. âYouâre so romantic.â
You smile, taking in the compliment. âCan you turn around and lay flat?â you ask, getting up from her to give Hyewon some space as she does what you asked.
A flush of embarrassment warms her cheeks as she presses her lips together, watching you grab one of the pillows and gently slide it beneath her hips. The soft lift arches her back beautifully, raising her ass towards you.
Gently kneeling over Hyewon, you slowly brush your cock between her folds, sending a jolt throughout her body as you insert your cock gently back inside. She feels half your weight pinning down her lower body and lets out a soft moan.
Greed is getting to her. The mental image of you cumming deep inside her makes Hyewon feel as it should be right to. Your cock is throbbing like youâre begging her to just give you the word. From above, you hear her soft moans, seeing her small hands gripping the bedsheets from the corner of your eyes, mouth parting and clenching each time you thrust deeper. Her eyes keep fluttering open and closing shut like taking your length is the only thing she wants.
âCum in me. Just say it,â she thinks to herself.
The greed is winning as you gasp, stopping deep inside of her, trying to hold back from cumming. You gently lower yourself and kiss her shoulders. Hyewon can feel how hard your cock is throbbing in her, yet youâre trying to go on for another few minutes.
âCum,â she forcibly whispers. âJust cum in me,â she lets out an exhausted breath.
You heard her, but you don't answer until after kissing the side of her neck, exhaustedly pulling back just to take in the sight of her gorgeous body laid out on the bed, panting. "You sure?"
âIâll let you,â she utters, feeling how deep you are inside of her as you adjust your knees from sinking further into her bed.
You savor Hyewon for a few more seconds, your cock lodged deep inside her. You love how she feels, warm and slick, yet unforgivingly tight, as you gently rest a hand on her ass. Before you cum, you want to use every last second to touch her, to yearn for her body one final time before cumming. She's smiling, you catch it from the corner of your eye. You know she wants this kind of attention, to be touched, to have someone who wanted the same as her. Hyewon closes her eyes as the comfort of her bed and the weight of you on top cradle her.
You know she's exhausted after all of this, the couch, the dining table, the bedroom, all those kisses. Hyewon doesn't move an inch, savoring the way you fucked her into exhaustion.
Slowly pushing yourself to continue, you gently pull out until only the tip remains, then drive back in as your cock throbs and Hyewon lets out a louder whimper. Then once more, throbbing harder, pulling back out before sinking in slower as a quiet grunt escapes you. She knows by now how long you've been holding back.
"Hyewon," you softly murmur, panting harder as your cock begins to throb violently inside her. You let out a desperate grunt, planting both hands firmly on the bed beside her head. Your legs stiffen, hips pressing hard against her ass as you hold yourself there, unable to pull back even an inch. Your forehead drops to the back of Hyewonâs neck, lips brushing her skin as her name barely makes it out of your mouth a second time while youâre cumming in her. It feels like you're impregnating her with everything you have, and right now that doesn't feel wrong at all.
She shuts her eyes tight from how deep and hard you're cumming inside her. Hyewon lets out a quiet gasp that quickly dissolves into long, erotic moans. Your breath hitches sharply in your throat, turning into a deep groan. Hyewon loves that, the raw, broken, desperate tone of your voice when you're cumming hard inside her. It makes her clench tighter around you as if she's trying to pull even more out of you.
Your hips twitch and jerk uncontrollably, grinding forward instinctively to push your load even deeper. Another low, strained groan escapes you, the kind she craves thatâs rough and helpless, completely lost in the pleasure of emptying yourself into her. Until the final pulse fades, youâre left utterly drained and chest heaving above her back. You stay inside Hyewon for a long moment and brush her hair aside, going in for a kiss along her shoulder and the nape of her neck.
âYou okay?â you whisper hoarsely, voice still thick with pleasure and affection. She hums weakly in response, eyes still closed, a small, satisfied smile on her lips. You carefully lift your weight off her, just enough for your cock to slip out and get the last few drops of left over cum onto her ass. You stare at her again, from her pretty face, to her shoulders, down her gorgeous back, and to her ass that your cock is in between. âStay still,â you force yourself to say and get off the bed.
Hyewon sees you quickly leaving the room to get something to wipe off the cum left over on her ass. In those quiet moments alone, her heart flutters even more. A warm feeling spreads through her chest as she lays still, face half-buried in the pillow, body still tingling. The way you immediately went to take care of her without hesitation, without needing to be asked makes her feel cherished. She bites her lip softly, a small, content smile forming as she listens for your returning footsteps.
Returning to the room with a warm, damp paper towel in hand, you climb back onto the bed carefully so you donât startle her. Hyewon stays lying on her stomach and breathes softly into the pillow.
Gently, almost reverently, you press the warm towel against her skin. You start by wiping the streaks of cum thatâs on her ass, cleaning her smooth cheeks with slow strokes. Then you move lower, softly parting her thighs just enough to wipe the cum dripping from her pussy. You take your time by being extra gentle as you clean every trace of your cum from her. Hyewonâs relaxed under your touch, melting deeper into the mattress, clearly enjoying the soft, caring way youâre taking care of her.
âThank you,â she quietly murmurs to you, then saying it again in her head. Once you finish wiping her off, you quickly clean yourself and throw it in the trash bin beside her dresser before returning into the bed. You turn Hyewon over and get in between her legs, kissing her stomach, up to her tits, and until your lips find hers. It was the cherry on top that she couldnât ask for.
Youâre both overly satisfied. Itâs just that you both canât afford to stop kissing, and maybe, thatâs where mistakes could happen if she stays longer in your arms. She grabs onto both your biceps with gentle pressure to feel your flexed muscles holding yourself up.
Hyewon knew your name since the beginning of today, but never has she said it until now as she quietly whispers your name once you trail your lips down to her neck. You fail to even continue kissing and only look at her. Maybe she did moan your name at some point but you didnât catch it at all.
âHmm?â you murmur.
âNothing,â she shyly chuckles, staring at you, getting all shy and presses her lips.
You slowly get up and off the bed as you give out your hand to pull her up without a word. She instantly takes your hand and gets off the bed to stand in front of you.
âIs he going to kiss me again? Can he go a little longer?â she thinks to herself, meeting each otherâs eyes again. Even if Hyewonâs exhausted, if thatâs what you were going for, sheâll meet your lips with equal need. If you werenât, then sheâll take it as is.
âIâll go bring our clothes,â you tell her.
She smiles, âOkay.â
While you walk out the room, she opens her closet to put on a comfortable set of clothes. The sun is still up. Itâs almost two in the afternoon as you take out your phone from your pants to check the time and see two missed calls before putting your clothes back on. You felt like time went unexpectedly slow today.
Walking back to Hyewon with her clothes in your hand, the timing was spot on as you both almost bump into each other at the door.
âSorry,â you both say and chuckle.
âBathroom?â you quickly ask.
âYeah,â she shyly whispers.
You turn to the side to give her space to leave the bedroom. âWhere can I put your clothes?â
âOh, just set it on the bed. Iâll take care of it,â she replies as you gesture her to walk out first.
Hyewon steps out as you walk back in her room and she turns around, âUm, do you have to go somewhere after this?â
âI do, but Iâm not in a rush.â
âI donât want you to be late,â she says.
You collect your thoughts, not wanting to say the obvious of staying beside her for a little longer after having sex. You donât want Hyewon to feel any kind of guilt on herself.
So you chuckle, wanting to tease her as you clear your throat. âYou want me to stay, donât you?â
âYeahâno, no, I- I just donât want to waste your time,â she embarrassingly chuckles after the slight panic.
The hard truth is, you should leave and not stay longer than you should. You know this.
Because she did make your heart flutter the moment you two look at each other again. Her eyes meet yours with such soft vulnerability and warmth that it hits you straight in the chest. Theyâre glossy, sparkling with leftover pleasure and something deeper, maybe even a little shyness now after having sex. A faint, tired smile curves her lips as she gazes up at you once more.
âItâs um⌠okay if you need to be somewhere,â she breaks the silence.
You feel like shit, only because those miss calls are somewhat an important matter, but you still want to at least stay for a little longer and keep her company.
So you lean against the door frame and try to take the unsaid hints sheâs trying to tell you. âBe honest with me,â you softly smile.
âItâs okay if you have to leave. Iâm serious,â she chuckles.
Youâre overthinking this, and it was right to do so. Sheâs letting you go, understanding that you have to be somewhere. But sheâd love for you stay for a little longer if there was time.
âGo use the bathroom, Iâll be in the living room waiting,â you say.
She shyly chuckles, holding herself back from a smile that would be definitely embarrassing. âOkay.â
As you walk back to the living room and sheâs in the bathroom, you sit on the couch, remembering how it all started here with a kiss, then she undid your shirt and both of you ended up at the dining table the next, until getting into her bed. You can still vividly feel her warm touch and hear the way she moans quietly in your arms. The look in her eyes were desperate enough that you wanted to be the man she decides to not hide anything to.
The moment Hyewon walks out, she can tell thereâs something more intimate in the air as you look right at her walking to you. Itâs when she understood that you two could have at least be someone to each other, but she thinks sheâll only do you harm.
âMayâ can I uh, walk you out my door?â she says, smiling, almost in a sad way.
You stand up and follow her as she walks you to the door and grabs your coat for you.
Life gives you two a few more seconds to linger as you both settle at the door before she opens. Hyewon can only look at you putting on your coat, remembering how warm and gentle you were, the kisses that grew her even more hungry. It almost feels heartbreaking, like a fragile, invisible thread was stretching out until it breaks in half once you step out.
Hyewon opens the door, hesitantly until it opens wide. âThanks for um⌠spending time with me.â
You can tell from the look on her face. Thereâs no regret or anything against you, but the obvious look of, âI wish you could stay a little longer.â
So you give her a smile, âThanks for having me.â
After you step out her home, the door closes and she stands there for a moment, her hand still resting on the handle. She looks back at the living room, eyes quietly scanning, hoping for something, anything left behind that could be an excuse to open the door again.
Thereâs nothing left.
The house turns quiet again as Hyewon slowly walks over to the kitchen to fill a cup with water.
"I should have asked if he was hungry," she murmurs to herself, staring at nothing in particular. "Did he even eat before seeing me?"
The thought catches her off guard with how much she means it. She sets the cup down and moves before she can talk herself out of it by back to the door and pulling it open just enough to lean out into the hallway.
You werenât there.
Down the hall, the elevator doors slide shut. On the other side of them, you lean your back against the wall, hands in your coat pockets, eyes on the floor after pressing lobby. The hum of the elevator fills the silence around you.
Hyewon closes her door slowly, the latch clicking into place without a sound. She stays there in the stillness, back against the door, eyes tracing the familiar walls of her home that somehow feel a little less hers now. The scent of you still lingers on her. The couch, the dining table, her bed, all of it holding the shape of something that came and went too quickly. She wraps her arms around herself, not from cold, but from the absence of your warmth she didn't get enough of. A small, tired smile crosses her lips.
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"Mr. Duplantier, please raise your head."
A heavy breath escaped your nostrils as you obeyed the order. You stared at the high ceiling. Thierry, your butler for as long as you could remember, and also your tailor, was adjusting the collar of your three-piece tuxedo, made of vicuĂąa wool, silk, and you had no idea what the hell else. Frankly, you didn't care. You never had.
You were in the main foyer on the second floor of your family residence in Le Roucas-Blanc, standing on a small circular platform. In front of you, a large window opened onto the private terrace, overlooking the tranquil and beautiful Mediterranean Sea off the coast of Marseille. The sun was setting on the horizon, painting the sky in intense shades of red and orange.
"I really don't want to attend that gala, Thierry," you said quietly, clenching your fists nervously.
"I know you don't want to, but you have no other choice, sir," he replied. His voice was velvety and deep. "Your father is counting on you."
You sighed and lowered your head when Thierry allowed you to. The man, well into his seventies, with long, graying hair, took his time bending down and adjusting the hem of your trousers. It was understandable that his body wasn't in its prime anymore. Not like you remembered it ten years ago, when he used to chase you around the residence to scold you for your mischief. Back then you were happier, of course, because you didn't know what it truly meant to be the heir to such a vast fortune, nor all the pressure that rested on your shoulders.
"He's counting on me, but he doesn't care how I feel," you spat out, your gaze lost in the soothing sea.
âThatâs nonsense, my young sir,â Thierry straightened with a grunt and draped the handkerchief heâd used to polish your shoes over his left shoulder. âYour father loves you. I know because Iâve known him for forty years.â
âWhat kind of love is it to force your son to attend silly galas and social events? He knows Iâm a disaster.â
âThey are your duties, sir,â Thierry remarked, now adjusting your sleeves. âWhether you like it or not. And youâre not a disaster. In fact, youâre a great man with a big heart.â
âThatâs no good when youâre terrified in a large enough crowd,â you retorted. âDo you think an heir can be this awful at social events? What will the investors think of me?â
âYou donât need to be a social butterfly to be a good heir, Mr. Duplantier,â Thierry said, turning his back on you and taking a small trunk from the fold-out table he always used for occasions like this. âThe stability of your family will be measured by how you perform behind your desk. You donât need to be friends with anyone.â
âMy father would say thatâs ridiculous,â you replied absently.
Thierry opened the small trunk. From inside, he took out a watch: the rose-gold Patek Philippe Complications you wore for special occasions. After placing the trunk back on the table, he approached, took your wrist, and looked you in the eye. His gaze was paternal. Intimate.
âWith all due respect, Arno, you take what your father says far too seriously,â he said, his voice so measured that it eased your tension. "His way of seeing the world is very different from yours, for his path was taken under completely different circumstances. You already have the path laid out for you, and your only task, my young sir, is not to stray from it, whatever method you use to walk it."
The old man's words pulled you from your reverie. You remained thoughtful for a second, your gaze lowered. The anxiety that gnawed at you didn't disappear immediately, but you were able to see things from a different perspective. One that, perhaps, would serve as a mantra to which you could take refuge during difficult times.
It didn't solve all your problems, but it was a start.
Thierry adjusted the watch on your right wrist and lowered the sleeve of your tuxedo. Unfortunately, you were now ready to leave.
"Your driver is waiting for you downstairs," the old man said, taking a step back. "Allow me to accompany you, sir."
You nodded.
âYes, of course,â you stepped off the small circular platform, let Thierry take the lead, and followed him.
The Rolls Royce Cullinan that always took you places was waiting outside, parked on the street. It was supposed to be yours, but youâd never actually driven it. Thierry walked beside you and opened the rear door for you when you reached the curb.
âI wish you the best of luck, sir,â Thierry said. âEverything will go well today. Youâll see.â
Your old butler wasn't one to break with formalities often, so it was up to you to break that barrier a little now and then. On this occasion, you did so by giving him a hug. Thierry didn't reject it, but he was careful not to wrinkle your tuxedo too much.
"Thank you, Thierry," you said softly, holding him tightly in your arms. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
Thierry patted you on the back a couple of times.
"You're a strong lad. You would have managed."
After a few seconds, you stepped away from him, gave him one last appreciative nod, and got into the car. The driver started the engine seconds later.
By the time you arrived at your destinationâabout ten minutes laterâit was already night in Marseille.
The car pulled up to the esplanade of the Palais du Pharo, built by Napoleon III in 1858. Outside, there were fewer journalists than you'd expected, but you noticed the place was packed inside. You weren't sure if so many people or such a large venue were really necessary to begin with, but wealthy people loved inviting other wealthy people, as well as their families. It was no wonder the crowd was so large.
Your driver got out and opened the door for you. After a deep breath, you stepped out of the car. Immediately, two men stood beside you: your bodyguards. You knew them both; these two in particular had been serving your family for three years. Mario on the left, Antoine on the right.
The sound of the Rolls Royce door closing behind you was drowned out by the flurry of camera shutters that erupted the moment you started walking. Thankfully, the press hadn't completely surrounded the esplanade. However, the few photographers keeping watch behind the barriers seemed to multiply with every passing second between flashes. You walked, feeling the lash of the Mistral breeze; a frigid, dry, salty air that stung your forehead and threatened to muss your hair.
It was downright torturous, but after suffering permanent damage to your damned retina from the flashes and turning down a few interviewsânot you, really; Antoine was in charge of doing it for youâyou reached the steps of the Palace. The enormous structure loomed ominously before you, like an imperial colossus made of limestone, bathed in amber light that highlighted its black mansard roofs.
You began to climb the steps, feeling the weight of the gazes of the newly arrived guests who turned, curious, to see how a bigger fish than themselves was making an appearance. It was no secret to you that you were rather unpopular with the elite. The only thing that reassured you, at least, was that the motives were purely superficial, since you had never actually done anything to anyone.
As you crossed the threshold, the port's chill gave way to a dense, dry air. The main hall stretched out beneath a black and white marble floor, a polished checkerboard pattern that reflected the gleam of the chandeliers on the ceiling. The walls, moreover, were paneled in dark oak halfway up, and the upper portion was upholstered in silk tapestries in pristine cream tones.
You ascended the interior stone staircase. Upon reaching the main floor, you entered the Salons NapolĂŠoniens, a suite of interconnected rooms that formed the historic heart of the building, its walls adorned in white and gold. The wooden parquet floor led you to the Salon EugĂŠnie, where the greatest number of important figures, and probably your father, would be found.
Of course, you weren't wrong.
Pascal Duplantier occupied the center of the long, rectangular room, beneath the main crystal chandelier, letting, as always, the flow of people orbit around him like his own personal asteroid belt. Behind him, through the immense arched windows, the lights of Fort Saint-Jean and the entrance to the Old Port were silhouetted against the black of the Mediterranean Sea.
Your heart raced for a split second. You tried to blend in and lose yourself among the guests, but he spotted you quickly. You stopped dead in your tracks. Your father's chin tensed slightly, then he bowed his head to his inner circle and walked toward you.
Standing just inches from you, Pascal placed a firm hand on your shoulder, almost a grip. One of the many ways he asserted his authority over you, forcing you to keep your shoulders straight.
"Itâs good that youâre here, son," he said, giving your shoulder a light shake. "You look quite handsome. Youâre wearing the..."
"The watch you gave me?" you cut him off. "Yes, of course."
A smile spread across his face from ear to ear.
"Splendid, because I have a couple of people Iâd like to introduce you to."
Pascal stepped aside and gave you a gentle nudge to get you moving.
"But..."
Unwilling to accept any objections, your father steered you through the crowd until you reached one of the marble fireplaces at one end of the ballroom. A group of four people stood waiting in silence, observing your arrival with an uncomfortable and barely disguised scrutiny. You were forced to converse with them for a couple of agonizing minutes, but eventuallyâand once your father gave you leaveâyou managed to slip away.
The relief of escaping your fatherâs circle was immediate, yet you knew that your peace wouldn't last for very long. Sooner or later, someone was bound to approach you; it was always that way. And while it wasn't something that particularly bothered you, you preferred to speak with as few people as possible.
The gala was being held in this room as well as two othersâone of which was larger and more centrally located. You headed there, toward the spacious bar that had been set up, politely greeting those who respectfully approached you. Some seemed eager to prolong the conversation, but you cut them all short with a wide array of excuses you had long since mastered.
"Just a sparkling water, please," you requested of the bartender, hands clasped behind your back, shoulders back, and posture straight. You might not have been the most eloquent of speakers, but you took pleasure in elegance and in maintaining proper etiquette.
It took the bartender just under a minute to hand you the small, wide glass. You cradled it between your fingers, letting the cold lower your pulse a little before taking a small sip. There were too many people there. They could pretend all they wanted that they weren't watching your every minuscule movement, but you weren't a fool; you knew when you were being judged.
And frankly, you didn't handle pressure very well.
You scanned the room with an eagle eye, searching for a place to slip away to.
There. All the windows facing the room's balcony were closed, save for one. Sparkling water in hand, you stepped away from the bar and made your way through the mass of guests. Of course, you didn't have to exert much effort, as people tended to part around you like a school of fish around a shark.
They let you out onto the balcony without any trouble. The change in the air was instantaneous, and the sea breeze blew once again, comforting against your face. You let out a deep exhale, took a sip of your water, and rested a hand on the balustrade, between two sculptures carved from the same limestone.
The beautiful garden stretching out before the palace and the cliff became the focus of your attention as you sank into your ruminations. Part of them revolved around Thierryâs words. The old butler was wise; you would never doubt that. But he couldn't truly understand how difficult it was for you to be there at that moment, wanting to jump off the balcony as if the building itself were on fire. It was frustrating, for you truly wished you could be better than that. An ideal heir, charismatic and...
Someone stepped out onto the balcony. You were no longer alone.
The sound of footsteps snapped you out of your reverie. Heels. Two pairs. Two women. You kept your gaze fixed on the horizon, relying on your peripheral vision to observe as two figuresâclad in matching black dressesâsettled at a moderate distance from you. You took a subtle step to the left, claiming that corner of the balustrade for yourself.
They began speaking in an Asian language. After listening for a few seconds, you realized it was Japanese. What on earth were two Japanese women doing in Marseille? Your father didn't have business partners on that side of the worldânot that you knew of, anyway; just a couple of Chinese investors who hadn't even attended due to scheduling conflicts.
You didn't understand a single word, but the difference between the two of them was evident. One womanâs voice was colder, more reserved; she weighed every word carefully and relied on short, concise sentences. The other was far more expressive, faster-paced. It almost seemed as though she didn't process her thoughts before letting them tumble out of her mouth.
The reason you had come outside was to be alone; but if you weren't going to get that solitude anymore, what was the point of staying? You turned aroundâvery slowlyâand took...
The exchange between them ceased abruptly.
"Are you also going to escape from here, Arno?" one of them asked in perfect French, amused.
You stayed very still. Shit.
Not wanting to be rude, you slowly turned around until you were looking at them.
And for Christ's sake, they were both beautiful.
"Euh⌠excusez-moi?" you said.
The woman on the left, with skin as pale as a piece of white chalk, dark brown hair tied up in a ponytail and dressed in a tight black dress that hugged her toned figure with a blazer on, took a step forward, a subtle smile on her face,
"Excuse my friend, Monsieur Duplantier," she said, also in perfect French, her hands clasped on her belly. Her voice was deep, authoritative. "The fresh air makes her think out loud."
"It's okay," you said, and looked at them both. "Uhm... do I know you?"
"No, the truth is that you donât have the honor," said the other woman, with her lower back leaning against the balustrade and a glass of wine in her hand. Her raven hair was long and shiny, with perfectly cut bangs and two strands of hair marking her round face on each side.
Her companion gave her a stern look, to which she responded by raising the glass to her lips to take a sip.
"Excuse her again," the pale woman insisted with a slight bow. "Allow me to introduce ourselves. I am CĂŠliane Velyaro, director of procurement at Dumonra Holdings, and my assistant here is NoĂŠlie Tessara."
You frowned. Those werenât exactly⌠Japanese names. In fact, they even sounded French. Who were these women?
"Ah⌠my pleasure," you nodded. "I'm Arno. Arno..."
"Duplantier," NoĂŠlie cut you off. "We know."
CĂŠliane glared at her again, but instead of scolding her, she sighed.
"Dumonra Holdings, you say?" you asked. You didn't really know what to do with your hands considering that you were holding a glass in one, so you chose to carry them behind your back, tapping the floor with the top of your foot, avoiding direct eye contact. "It... rings a bell."
"That's fantastic!" CĂŠliane said, her voice a little more spirited, but just as restrained. "I am pleased to know that our influence is beginning to extend beyond Oros. You see..."
There it was. Oros. Of course they were not Japanese. Actually, they werenât French either.
"Where was Oros again?" you asked, more to yourself than to them. "It was the⌠east coast of the United States, right? Near New York?"
"You are correct."
You nodded slowly. Oros was probably one of the most important cities in the world in recent years. Many things reached the ears of the European Union, some certainly disturbing. But until now the relationship between the city-state and the rest of the political-commercial landscape had been predominantly cold. For now, you feared.
"Uhm... well, I hope you enjoy the evening. Thank you for coming."
"We're interested in your family business, Arno," NoĂŠlie was quick to say as you were about to go back inside.
You stopped in your tracks once again and let out a sigh. Seriously, they didn't realize you just wanted to run away?
"Those matters are handled by my father," you said, exhausted. "I'm afraid I have no power over the business."
CĂŠliane's lips curved into a smile... somewhat ominous.
"Not yet," she replied.
"Yes, and that means I have no power to discuss these matters with anyone. With your permission..."
"Don't you feel suffocated, Arno?" NoĂŠlie asked, and for the first time, she moved away from the balustrade and stood close to you. "With unbearable pressure on your shoulders?"
You were unaware of the customs of the people of Oros, but in the rest of the world, NoĂŠlie was undoubtedly invading your personal space. She was looking at you closely, with a pair of round eyes and extremely attractive, full lips parted. You couldn't help but take a quick and sneaky look at her more than generous bust.
"I-I..."
"Would you accept a drink for us in a more... private place, Monsieur Duplantier?" CĂŠliane asked.
"I-I already told you that I have no power over my family's business."
âNo need,â NoĂŠlie said, and drank the rest of her wine, staring at you. "Not for the initial phases, at least. But don't worry, our kind is quite... patient."
"Ah, of course... well, I would love to attend to you, but I have other pending matters. It will have to be for another..."
âStop lying, please,â CĂŠliane said, standing in front of you, hands clasped in front of her, her posture straight. "You have no business to attend to other than to keep running from corner to corner away from people. Instead, what I offer you is a private place where, instead of having to put up with hundreds of people, you will only have to put up with two. Don't you think that's a lot better?"
"Besides, you just have to listen to us," NoĂŠlie added. "I'd say it's in your best interest to do so."
You looked at them both briefly in the eyes. Damn, they were right: what better opportunity were you going to have to have a break, at least in the company of two strangers? Besides, it wasn't going to do you any harm to lend your ears for a little while, no more than what you suffered in there.
Right?
"Alright," you sighed. "But make it quick, please."
CĂŠliane smiled without showing her teeth.
"Don't worry, we won't be a bother to your precious time, Monsieur," she assured.
"Not as long as you're cooperative," NoĂŠlie added, more quietly, her breath smelling of wine and... something else you couldn't make out, before standing alongside CĂŠliane, who didn't seem to have heard her.
You just blinked, thinking you had heard wrong. Had she... had she threatened you?
"Follow us, please."
CĂŠliane turned around and walked into the room, closely followed by NoĂŠlie and, five feet behind, by you.
As expected, a good number of glances turned to you and the women you followed. You could almost hear what they were whispering to each other. "That's not Monsieur Pascal's heir, following two attractive women going who knows where? In the middle of the gala? Scandalous! What will his father think of him?"
But of course, you didn't care about all that. If there was a clear motivation for you at the time it was to get away from public scrutiny, and your father was the least of your worries; he, in fact, would surely be proud, according to his twisted and perverted way of thinking regarding business. He would have gladly wanted to be in your position.
CĂŠliane and NoĂŠlie guided you out of the salon, and subsequently out of the Salons NapolĂŠoniens. You walked through the wide and extensive corridors of the palace, leaving behind some curious guests who turned to look at you when you passed by them, as if to say: "Wasn't that...?" Yes, yes you were. It was strange even for you and your usual behaviors, let alone for others.
You ended up going down to the second floor of the palace, by then less crowded. As you turned a corner, you watched with a frown as one of the doors ahead was guarded on either side by two armed men. But not armed with guns or rifles or batons, armed with...
"T-those are halberds?" you asked as the two women approached said door.
"Oh, yes. Made of an alloy of steel and tungsten carbide," CĂŠliane responded with disinterest.
"But why...?"
The guards, both dressed in charcoal-colored, military-style, long-draped frock coats, with side zippers and open at the bottom to reveal a pair of tall black boots and silk pants, stepped aside as CĂŠliane and NoĂŠlie stood in front of them. They were both tall, with broad shoulders. They wore dark iron helmets, with a spiked crest and outward-curving side fins. And their faces remained hidden behind ominous masks that obscured their eyes, making them look like two empty sockets.
"Customs of our nation, Monsieur Duplantier," CĂŠliane said with her back to you, hands on the handles of the double doors. "Please don't dwell on it."
The pale woman opened the doors wide, entering a small living room with six sofas, five of them single, arranged around a glass coffee table, covered in silk damask fabric, decorated with fringe trimmings and with an elegant tufted finish. All this outlined on a wool rug, with a classic floral design in pastel tones.
NoĂŠlie passed CĂŠliane and went to the right of the room, where a quiet fire crackled inside a fireplace, surmounted by a tall gold-framed mirror. The guards closed the door behind you. CĂŠliane turned to look at you.
"Take a seat, Monsieur Duplantier," she invited you, gesturing to the couches. At that moment NoĂŠlie returned from the fireplace, with a bottle of wine in hand and three crystal glasses. She put everything on the glass table.
"Uhm⌠thank you," you nodded.
You walked around the largest sofa and took a seat. CĂŠliane did the same, placing herself in one of the singles to your left. NoĂŠlie sat opposite. Being there was undoubtedly more peaceful than at the gala, but it didn't mean that you weren't nervous. The two women couldn't stop looking at you, almost predatorily. They wanted something from you. Something they knew you could give them.
"Tell me, Monsieur Duplantier," said CĂŠliane, uncorking the bottle of wine. "How much actual knowledge do you have about your father's business?"
You blinked. You weren't expecting that question.
"Well⌠not as much as you think I have. That's for sure," you said, hesitantly accepting the glass of wine that CÊliane offered you. "I know, as do you, that we have control of almost the entire port and that there are a considerable number of construction and logistics companies that depend on us."
You waited for a response, but received only silence. It was patently obvious that it wasn't enough. With a sigh, you took a small sip of your wine and shook your head. You had to weigh your words very carefully so as not to screw things up. It would be all too easy to do so, and the consequences were worse than you could even contemplate.
"Iâm not exactly privy to the details, ladies," you said, despite being actually quite well-informed. "I learn only what Iâm permitted to know; I am well-versed in economics and other fields, certainly. I simply know that we handle a great deal of money, and a great many people."
"Wow, put that way, it sounds almost pristine," CĂŠliane remarked with a chuckle, pouring wine for herself and NoĂŠlie.
You tightened your grip slightly on your glass.
"E-excusez-moi?"
CĂŠliane set down the wine bottle and elegantly crossed her legs in her seat, glass held aloft. Her eyes turned back to you.
"Are you claiming, then, Monsieur Arno, that you possess no precise knowledge regarding how that money is generated, moved, and spent?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Hm?"
"N-no, I do not have access to that information," you replied, shaking your head.
With a gesture that was both utterly calm and calculated, CĂŠliane raised her glass to her lips and drained the entire contents in a single gulp. NoĂŠlie followed suit.
"Your father is a corrupt man, Arno," CĂŠliane spat out coldly, examining the glass in her hand. "Corrupt to the very core. A scourge. An apple that went rotten long ago and now sits festering in a pile of filth."
Your heart skipped a beat. You swallowed hard, feeling an unpleasant chill run down your spine. You could neither refute her words nor feign offense, for it was the absolute, unvarnished truth. Pascal Duplantier was not a good manâof that much, at least, you were certain, despite how much he kept hidden from you. Thierry was, of course, the source of your knowledge.
"IâI... have to go. Please excuse me."
You made a move to stand up, but in the blink of an eye, someone seized you by the wrist and held you seated with tremendous force. Horrified, you turned to your right to see NoĂŠlie sitting beside you, a calm smile on her face. How the hell had she gotten there so fast? Were you so nervous that you hadn't even noticed when she stood up?
"You don't have to lie to us, Arno," said CĂŠliane, refilling her wine glass. "It is pointless for you to pretend to respect him."
NoĂŠlie, right up against your right side, leaned against you, your arm nestled between her large, round breasts as if by pure accident. You avoided her gaze at all costs.
"With us, you can stop pretending, Arno," she said, her voice honeyed and slightly husky. "We know that you aren't like him."
"You don't know me..." you muttered under your breath, trying to sound calm. You hadn't even attempted to stand up again, though you knew you wouldn't have been able to anyway.
"Oh, well, I wouldn't be so sure," CĂŠliane replied, swirling the wine in her glass. "I think we know you all too well. You really don't want to know how well."
"For God's sake... what do you want? You're cops, aren't you? A-Are you going to hurt me...?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly.
NoĂŠlie let out a dry laugh.
"Don't be ridiculous, Arno," she said. "First of all, no. We aren't cops. And if we wanted to hurt you, youâd already be floating face-down off some deserted coast in Greece."
CĂŠliane let out a sigh, set her glass down on the table, and leaned forward.
 "Don't be foolish, NoÊlie; you're scaring him," the pale woman said in a low voice, though her eyes gleamed with undiminished intensity. "Listen, Arno. What we want is to offer you a way out. A way to ensure your prestigious family name is no longer sullied by Pascal's activities."
"I'm certain you aren't doing this out of charity. P-please, get to the point. And... can you let go of me, please? My wrist hurts."
NoĂŠlie released her grip. Your muscles ached slightly where she had held you. Just how strong was that woman? She remained close to you, however. Her breath warm against your neck. She had your nerves completely on edge.
"We want Trans-Marseille Solutions," CĂŠliane finally stated. "It controls the docking rights and the heavy-cargo warehouses."
CĂŠliane uncrossed her legs and crossed them the other way. The movementâperhaps intentionally on her partâafforded you a fleeting glimpse of her shapely thighs and what appeared to be a pair of wine-red lace panties. You blushed and averted your gaze.
"As you well know, that is the company your esteemed father uses for his dirty dealings," she continued. "If, for any reason, that structure collapses, it will drag Duplantier & Fils, and you, as an accomplice, down with it. In short, Monsieur Arno, we want that subsidiary to become an asset managed by Dumonra Holdings. We provide international legal cover and security, and you... well, you get the noose off your neck."
NoĂŠlie seized upon your silence to rest her hand on your shoulder, squeezing gently, a reminder that you remained trapped between her and the sofa.
"Think about it, Arno," she whispered. "All you have to do is give us the name of the front man running that company on your father's behalf. We can force Pascal into an early and safe retirement."
"S-so youâre acting like you know so much, yet you don't even know his name?" you asked, staring down at the rug.
CĂŠliane let out a nasal laugh.
"We know who appears in the official records, Arno. We know that perfectly well," she said. "But at this level, the official name is usually just some poor wretch who was paid to sign on the dotted line. We want the name of the man who truly holds the power. The one your father visits in private." CĂŠliane moistened her lips, letting her gaze drift down to yours for a fleeting moment. "All we need is a name."
Shit. What the hell had you gotten yourself into? You blamed it squarely on your damn inability to say no; had you done so, they wouldn't have dragged you off alone in the first place. Now you were neck-deep in shit.
"IâI... I'm n-not sure..." you began to say.
NoĂŠlie slid her hand down from your shoulder, tracing a torturously slow path across your chest until it came to rest just above your heart, which was pounding like a war drum.
"Don't be so suspicious, Arno," NoĂŠlie murmured close to your ear, her lips brushing against your lobe. "We wouldn't ask you for something so valuable if we weren't prepared to pay you back in kind."
With a completely deliberate motion, NoĂŠlie shifted subtly, pressing her side more firmly against yours. You felt the firm pressure of her thigh against yours as she leaned in. You pursed your lips and let out a deep exhale, making her smile at your reaction.
"Imagine," NoĂŠlie continued, her voice growing huskier and more sensual. "Waking up tomorrow knowing you are no longer an accomplice to a criminal who forces you to do his bidding. To be the clean, unblemished face of the Duplantier family. You would have autonomy, respect, and above all..." NoĂŠlie lowered her hand and placed it on your thigh. "Our most intimate gratitude."
CĂŠliane rose to her feet with a terrifyingly slow deliberation and walked until she stood directly in front of you. She leaned forward, resting one hand on the back of the sofa, just above your head.Â
"Give us the name, Arno," CĂŠliane commanded, her face mere inches from yours. "You will be generously rewarded."
"But..."
NoĂŠlieâs fingers began to slowly inch their way up the fabric of your trousers, seeking the outline of your cock, which was growing harder with every passing second. You let out a sharp gasp when she finally closed her hand around your bulge, with a firmness that made you arch your hips slightly.
"Come on, relax, Arno..." NoĂŠlie murmured. "Youâre too tense."
NoĂŠlie unbuckled your belt with practiced ease. Then, with a couple of precise movements, she lowered your zipper and slid her hand inside your boxers to make direct contact with your erection. You shuddered; her skin was cold. Her fingers wrapped around your shaft and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"Mmm... youâre big," NoĂŠlie said. "Thatâs exactly why I love shy guys."
"The name, Monsieur Arno," CĂŠliane insisted once more, as if you hadn't heard her the first time. She raised her other hand and caressed your cheek with a pointed fingernail. "Donât you want us?"
NoĂŠlie gave you another squeeze and rubbed the palm of her hand up and down the length of your cock, reaching your balls as well. You were paralyzed, as if caught in an uncomfortable limbo. On one hand, you wanted to stand up and flee, to avoid, at all costs, putting your family's safety at risk. On the other, the voice of your conscience whispered in your ear that this was the right thing to do. That perhaps youâthe Duplantiersâwere better off without your father and his dirty dealings. It was a possibility that had been lurking in the back of your mind.
And on a third handâa more immediate, carnal oneâyou really wanted these women to fuck you. It had been far too long, a couple of years, perhaps, since youâd been intimate with anyone. At this point, you were certain you wouldn't find a better opportunity to end your dry spell.
But of course, apparently that was entirely on you.
"Y-You guys are going to get me into a hell of a mess..." you wheezed, trying to clear your thoughts.
"Nonsense, nothing of the sort," CĂŠliane assured you. "Our intelligence services are more than capable enough to ensure your stability from day one."
NoĂŠlie, oblivious to your conversation and perhaps a little impatient, tugged your trousers and boxers down to mid-thigh, thereby freeing your erect, throbbing cock. She wrapped her fingers around it and began stroking it up and down. CĂŠliane herself moved her hand away from your face and down to your balls, caressing them with her fingernails.
"T-Thierry... my butler..." you began to say.
"The old man is more pristine than a newly opened public square," CĂŠliane interjected. "He won't be affected."
That, at least, was a relief. But could you really be sure of it? You didn't know these women. They weren't even American, or European. They were Asian, but yet not quite. They hailed from a hermetic, technologically advanced city-state, one that had only recently begun to surface in the public consciousness. Could you really trust them?
NoĂŠlie and CĂŠliane continued with their ministrations, so you opted for silence for the moment.
Your cock throbbed within NoĂŠlie's hand, which moved with a steady yet relentless rhythmâeach stroke chipping away a little piece of your willpower. CĂŠliane gave your balls a gentle squeeze, then spat into her hand and brought it up to your tip, rubbing her palm in circles around your glans while NoĂŠlie worked the shaft.
The moan that escaped your lips made them both smile. NoĂŠlie pressed herself against your arm, her round breasts brushing against you on either side. CĂŠliane, meanwhile, propped one foot up on the sofa beside your hip, giving you another glimpse of her panties, which, only from this distance, did you realize were semi-transparent. Beneath them, you caught a glimpse of a pretty, hairless pussy.
Together, they redoubled their efforts. Both hands moved up and down your hard, slick cock with fluid, coordinated wrist movements. It was overwhelming. And to make matters worse, NoĂŠlie began letting out soft little moans right into your ear. Sweet, lovely, sensual moans.
You were close. Very close. You felt it at the base of your spine, in the rush of blood to your crotch. Both women noticed and quickened their wrist movements.
But just as you let out a hoarse gasp and rolled your eyes back, on the verge of exploding, they both stopped dead in their tracks. They withdrew their hands completely, leaving you with an unbearable emptiness. The desperation you felt was something you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy.
"Ah-ah..." CĂŠliane chided, tilting her head with a cruel smile. "We haven't heard a name yet, petit Arno. You wouldn't want to stay like this, would you? I imagine it must be a... frustrating sensation."
NoĂŠlie licked her lips, reveling in the look of disarray on your face.
"Come on, I know you want to," NoĂŠlie purred, bringing her hand close again, though not quite touching you, merely grazing your skin with her fingertips.
"P-Please... please!" you begged.
"The name comes first," CĂŠliane said sternly. You remained silent for several long seconds, prompting CĂŠliane to take a step back. "Bah, it's no use. Let's go, NoĂŠlie; he's not going to..."
A sudden surge of alarm made you grab her wrist tightly and finally give in.
"Adrient Boyer!" you blurted out, your breathing ragged.
Great. You had officially become a snitch.
CĂŠliane glanced down at your hand, which was still clamped around her wrist. You blushed and let go.
"Adrient Boyer, you say?" she asked. "And why should we believe you?"Â
"IâI swear it!" you nodded. "Adrient Boyer. My father always calls him before heading to the docks."
CĂŠliane exchanged a glance with NoĂŠlie and offered a faint smile, apparently satisfied with the answer. She returned to her spot in front of you, this time resting a knee on the sofa right beside your left hip, forcing you to stare up close at her lace-clad crotch.
"Boyer... the accountant who supposedly retired two years ago," CĂŠliane murmured. "Quite clever of Pascal, I must say."
NoĂŠlie, seeing that you had kept your end of the bargain, closed her hand around your cock once more. She cast all subtlety aside; now the friction was constant, frenetic. Her wrist moved with expert precision. You moaned instantly.
"Good boy, Arno," NoĂŠlie whispered close to your ear, using her thumb to rub your own precum around your glans. "We Dumonras always keep our promises."
CĂŠliane didn't lag behind, bringing her hand back to your crotch as well. While NoĂŠlie tended to the shaft and the tip, CĂŠliane wrapped her fingers around the base, squeezing firmly. Her other hand came into play, too; her fingernails toyed with your balls.
"Just so you know, this is only part of the payment for your honesty, petit Arno," CĂŠliane murmured, her voice deepening. "But you have to earn the rest."
The two of them synchronized once again. Their hands rose and fell in unison. The sensation was chaotic and overwhelming, leaving you paralyzed with pleasure, your hips tensed against the sofa. NoĂŠlie buried her face in your neck, letting her hot breath wash over your skin as she moaned your name softly.
"Tell us something else, Arno," CĂŠliane whispered, bringing her face dangerously close to yours, so close that your noses brushed. "Where does your father usually meet with Boyer? What place does he tend to frequent after his trips to the docks?"
The pleasure was so overwhelming that you had to mentally repeat the question to yourself several times. Location. You knew the location. You weren't entirely sure if Boyer attended regularly, but it was the place where your father usually went to meet up with his cronies. You would have been reluctant to share that information, but your brain was being so deliciously melted that it slipped past your mental filters effortlessly.
"C-Cassis!" you panted, your eyes squeezed shut. "A villa near Pointe des Lombards!"
NoĂŠlie picked up the pace, and CĂŠliane began to rotate her hand with a technique that made you curl your toes inside your shoes and arch your back. This time, thank God, they didn't stop. You felt your climax drawing dangerously near: an uncontrollable torrent of fire surging up through your urethra.
"That's it..." CĂŠliane smiled, watching with fascination as your body went rigid. "Let it all go, Arno. Be ours. Cum... cum for us."
"Cum, Arno," NoĂŠlie moaned into your ear in turn.
With a loud groan, you climaxed so violently that you were left breathless, profusely coating both women's hands, and your own abdomen, with the thick jets of semen spurting from the tip of your cock. NoĂŠlie let out a soft chuckle, feeling your intense throbbing against her hand, while CĂŠliane wiped away a drop that had splashed onto her cheek with her finger. She glanced at it for a second, then brought her finger to her mouth.
You lay there panting, your heart racing a mile a minute. NoĂŠlie gave you a couple more gentle strokes, milking every last drop out of you.
CĂŠliane leaned further over you, letting a lock of her hair brush against your forehead.
"Cassis. Good," she approved. "Youâve been very useful, petit Arno. But you could be even more so."
"Mmm, and Iâve barely even started having fun with you," NoĂŠlie panted.
Before you or CĂŠliane could say another word, NoĂŠlie lay down on her side on the sofa, her torso resting across your thigh, and took you into her mouth, warm and wet, to clean up every drop of semen with slow, sensual sucks.
"Well, be grateful that my partner here is a bit of a..." CĂŠliane raised an eyebrow at NoĂŠlieâs noisy slurps as she polished your cock with her tongue. "...slut."
NoĂŠlie lifted her head from your lap once she was finished, completing the task by giving your pubic area a long lick to gather the semen that had landed there as well.
"Itâs not my fault that cum is just as delicious as a good dose of AB negative," NoĂŠlie said, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.
"Wait a second," you said, shaking your head, thinking you must have misheard. "AB... negative? Isn't that...?"
"Information, Monsieur Arno," CĂŠliane cut you off quickly, shooting a withering glare at NoĂŠlie. "We need more information."
"B-but what else do you want from me?!" you asked, exasperated.
"Iâm certain Boyer isn't the only one who frequents that place," CĂŠliane leaned toward you, allowing her expensive perfume to fill your lungs. "In fact, Iâm sure youâve been there yourself, don't try to lie about it. So... who else have you seen there, petit Arno?"
You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of her gaze. You definitely weren't cut out for this shit. Maybe someone else would have been a tougher nut to crack, but not you.
"L-Lemaire..." you croaked out. "Jean-Pierre Lemaire. H-he's... a customs inspector, I think. Regional."
CĂŠliane smiled slightly, satisfied, and took a step back to remove her blazer. She was left in her tight, sleeveless dress. Then she pulled down the top and rolled it up above her navel, revealing a lace bra the same color as her panties, with sheer straps. Next, she unzipped the side of the bottom. As she pulled it down, CĂŠliane slid the rest of the dress down her legs, still wearing her strappy heels.
You were left breathless. Her body was, without fear of exaggeration, perfect: toned in all the right places and brimming with alluring curves. Toned sexy abs; wide hips; small waist, beautiful legs; and small yet round breasts.
"O-oh... wow," you murmured.
NoĂŠlie let out a soft giggle to your right and began to undress, first pulling down the top of her velvet dress. Her bra, also lace but black, barely contained her large, beautiful breasts. The bottom of the dress also fell to the floor, revealing panties that matched her bra.
Of course, NoĂŠlie wasn't far behind. Her legs were slightly thinner and larger than CĂŠlianeâs, less sculpted, but she carried a bit more flesh here and there, complete with a round, firm ass. Not that she really needed anything more, anyway; her breasts alone were enough to make your mouth water.
"Come on, touch me, Arno," NoĂŠlie encouraged you, kneeling down to your right with her hands resting on her own thighs. "Youâve earned it for being such a good boy."
You blinked.Â
"C-can I really...?"
"Don't make me say it twice."
Hesitantly, you raised a hand and closed it around her left breast, soft and yielding to the touch, squeezing it a couple of times until she let out a moan. Then, a few moments later, NoĂŠlie grasped the back of your head and buried your face deep in her cleavage. Instinctively, you began to kiss and lick every inch of her skin.
"Mmm, you like them, don't you?" NoĂŠlie asked, amused.
While she smothered you in her breasts, CĂŠliane stepped closer and worked quickly on the upper half of your tuxedoâthe very one Thierry had spent so long perfectingâuntil you were stripped naked from the waist up. Next, she turned her attention to your trousers, making you take off your shoes so she could slide them down and off your legs.
Being completely naked alongside those two women felt surreal, yet no less worthy of the hottest of fantasies. You were so aroused that your erection throbbed without anyone even touching it. You needed them like you needed damn air to breathe.
You felt CĂŠliane move with a predatory elegance. She turned around, presenting her back to you, and slowly lowered herself onto your lap, sandwiching your shaft between her perfect buttocks. barely concealed beneath a layer of thin lace.
"You can touch me, too, petit Arno," CĂŠliane purred, her voice low and heavy with lust, her hands resting on your knees as she began to move in a circular rhythm, rubbing your cock directly against her ass.
You brought your left hand straight to one of CĂŠlianeâs buttocks, sinking your fingers into her firm flesh with a tight squeeze that made her let out a low moan and intensify the friction against your cock. You panted against NoĂŠlieâs breasts, which were now thoroughly slicked with your saliva. If only she would...
"I see you're hungry, sweetheart," you heard NoĂŠlie say. "Let me help you."
As if the gates of heaven had opened just for you, NoĂŠlie reached a hand behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall into her lap. Her pair of breasts, with slightly dark, enticing nipples, were left exposed mere centimeters from your face. You immediately took one into your mouth, licking and sucking with a desperate need you made no attempt to hide.
It was fucking paradise; you were sure of it. You felt so ecstatic that you almost forgot you had only met them that very night, and that they were coaxing information out of you to help dethrone your father, all in exchange for sex.
However, just as you were slipping into a trance-like state, and perhaps to put on the brakes for both of their sakes, CĂŠliane paused and glanced back at you over her shoulder. NoĂŠlie, in turn, placed a finger against your forehead and pushed you away from her breasts with barely any effort. Seriously, why the hell was she so strong?
Frustrated, you turned to look at CĂŠliane.
"More names, petit Arno," she urged you. "You don't actually think that's enough for us, do you?"
"Merde..." you growled, shaking your head. You closed your eyes, trying to remember. "Uhm... uh... William Loughty. H-he's... heâs the owner of the shipping fleet that ferries goods back and forth between Italy and Monaco... I saw him once, around Christmas."
"What exactly does he import from Italy...?" CĂŠliane ventured.
"U-uh, well... raw materials for the refineries in..."
"Don't be ridiculous, Arno; we already know that," CĂŠliane cut you off.
"But I really don't know anything else!"
"In that case..."
CĂŠliane made a move to stand up, and NoĂŠlie to step away.
"No! Please!" you hastened to squeal. "Fuck!" You shook your head and lowered your gaze. "O-once, I heard them talking about... well... cocaine paste. At least forty tons from Palermo and Syracuse."
"And...?" CĂŠliane raised an eyebrow.
"And my father approved those imports," you stated, the words tumbling from your mouth like broken glass. It was a bitter feeling. Maybe your father was a son of a bitch, but he was your own flesh and blood. It didn't feel entirely right. "I don't know anything else about it. I swear to God!"
CĂŠliane chuckled softly.
"Calm down, calm down; you don't have to get so worked up, sweetie," CĂŠliane soothed you. "I believe you. You're a good boy."
Your cock throbbed beneath her ass.
"P-please... stop calling me that."
"Huh?" CĂŠliane raised both eyebrows. "What, that you're a good boy?"
You squeezed one of her buttocks tighter, then rested your hand on her slender waist.
"Our petit Arno likes being told he's a good boy, huh?" NoĂŠlie giggled. "Why shouldn't we call you that? It is what you are, after all." She placed a hand on your chest and rubbed it in circles, her lips brushing against your neck. "A cute, good, obedient boy."
"For the love of God, this shit isn't fair..." you whispered, your voice barely a thread.Â
"Good boys get what they deserve. Don't they, NoĂŠlie?"
"I certainly think so."
NoĂŠlie waited for CĂŠliane to stand up, then gave you a shove, making you lie down lengthwise along the sofa, lifting your right leg onto the seat while leaving the other one dangling. Then, without a word, CĂŠliane glanced back at you over her shoulder as she grasped the waistband of her panties and slowly slid them down to her ankles, making sure to bend her knees so that, from your vantage point below, you had a perfect view of her wet, pristine pussy mere inches from your face.
"You're going to eat me out real good... aren't you, sweetie?" CĂŠliane asked, clenching her buttocks and spreading them wide to reveal her pussy lips and her asshole.
You nodded rapidly, desperate. CĂŠliane stifled a smile by biting her lower lip; then, bracing one hand against the backrest of the sofa, and still standing, she slowly lowered her ass until she was sitting directly on your face, her pussy pressed tight against your mouth.
You moaned against her tender, moist flesh. Your vision was obscured by soft, milky skin. Not much air was getting through, but that was the least of your worries. You placed a hand on her thigh and summoned every ounce of your skill at giving oral sex to women.
Fortunately, you were rewarded just seconds later by a genuine, sensual moan from CĂŠliane.
"That's it, baby," CĂŠliane murmured, shifting the full weight of her lower body onto your face as you licked between her delicious folds and around her clit. "Such a good boy... fuck."
At the other end of the sofa, you felt NoĂŠlie shifting around on your legs. You couldn't tell what she was doing, not until you felt a pair of soft, full, and fluffy pillows envelop your cock from either side, pinning it firmly between them. Then, after spitting a copious amount of saliva into her cleavage, she began moving up and down, giving you a titjob that made you moan against CĂŠlianeâs pussy.
The sensory feast was overwhelming yet marvelous. On one hand, you had the metallic, sweet taste of CĂŠliane on your tongue; on the other, you had NoĂŠlie moving relentlessly up and down, giving you no respite as your cock slid between those two soft mounds.
It wasn't long before CĂŠliane began letting out hoarse moans, growing louder with every breath. She had switched hands to brace herself against the backrest, allowing her to grab your hair and give it little tugs to press you even harderâif that were even possibleâagainst her ass. Her thighs were trembling, too. And after a few seconds of sucking, licking, and hungry kisses against her pussy, she let out a stifled cry and exploded all over your face.
"Mmmgh, fuck!" CĂŠliane whimpered, drenching your mouth and nose with her delicious climax, her thighs still quivering. "My good boy really knows how to eat pussy!"
NoĂŠlie stopped her ministrations not long after, releasing your cock from between her breasts.
"My turn," NoĂŠlie panted.
CĂŠliane stood up without a word and swapped places with NoĂŠlie. You didn't even have time to react before NoĂŠlie climbed onto the sofa, straddled your collarbone, and leaned in just a little closer to push her panties aside and bury her pussy, sporting a small patch of pubic hair. right against your mouth.
"Mmm!" she moaned as you diligently devoured her pussy in return. "Delicious... fuck."
CĂŠliane took NoĂŠlie's spot between your legs, but instead of using her breasts, she wrapped her lips around your cock. The contrast between the two was stark: NoĂŠlie reveled in naughtier, more playful, almost frenetic, movements, while CĂŠlianeâs suction was deep and sensual, applied with a strength that kept you hard and feeling good, yet without rushing you too quickly toward a climax.
NoĂŠlie rubbed herself against your nose and lips, twisting her hips with every minuscule flick of your tongue against her folds. Fortunately, your view remained unobstructed; otherwise, you wouldn't have been able to admire her breasts from below as she squeezed them and toyed with her own nipples.
"You are really fuckin good, sweetie..." NoĂŠlie purred, gripping your head. "What's your blood type, by the way?"
CĂŠliane hurriedly pulled away from your cock.
"Don't answer her," she said sharply. "Ignore her."
That was easy enough to do, as she immediately took you back into her mouth, and you were fully committed to continuing to devour NoĂŠlie.
After a few minutes of work, NoĂŠlie finally arched her back, grabbed you by the nape of the neck, and pressed you firmly against her pussy as she climaxed all over your face. Now you really were gasping for air, for the woman was thrashing violently, again and again, grinding herself against your face.
A few brief seconds later, NoĂŠlie climbed off you and lay back to your right, wedged between your body and the backrest of the sofa. Just then, CĂŠliane pulled away from your cock, which she had left glistening with saliva. She looked you in the eye.
"Youâve been quite cooperative, Monsieur Arno," CĂŠliane said, wiping the corner of her mouth with her thumb. "But we need the big fish. Those shipments require legal protection to cross the Mediterranean, someone to sign off on the sanitary inspection permits. Who is the rotten apple, sweetie?"
NoĂŠlie snuggled up against your right side, one of her breasts pressed flat against you, her thigh resting over yours. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, unable to believe just how insatiable that woman was.
Although, you put your mind to work. Such power lies only in the hands of a politician. You knew politicians by the dozen. None by choice, it was worth noting. But which one of so many? Your father had good relations with almost the entire French political landscape. Ministers, prosecutors, and senators frequented that summer home; you could even swear that, once upon a time, the President himself had come close to dining with Pascal.
But who, out of all of them...?
Of course. How could you not know? You had greeted him that very night when you arrived at the Palace. His face was still fresh in your memory.Â
You looked at CĂŠliane.
"If I give you the name..."
"Weâre yours," NoĂŠlie said. "For the rest of the night. You can cum inside me... or inside CĂŠliane. Or wherever you want. But there will be no more limits, petit Arno."
No limits. Fuck. What would those women do with you if there were no limits? The possibilities were thrilling. Promising. You craved it. Remorse faded into the background. In its place remained only your lust.Â
"Clement Chevalier," you murmured under your breath.
CĂŠliane and NoĂŠlie exchanged glances. Apparently, they hadn't expected that.
"The Prime Minister?" CĂŠliane asked. "Are you sure?"
"M-my father made me speak with him when I first arrived..." You swallowed hard, staring up at the ceiling. "They... were talking aboutâI don't remember whatâregarding tourism in Southern Italy, and Chevalier mentioned Loughty's fleet of ships. But I don't know anything else. I slipped away without them noticing."
CĂŠliane took a moment to process the information, then nodded, perhaps as the pieces clicked into place in her mind.
"The Prime Minister," she repeated. "Wow... I don't know why I'm surprised."
"Good job, Arno," NoĂŠlie said from your right, leaning in to plant soft, wet kisses on your cheek. "You know what this means... don't you?"
NoĂŠlie cupped your chin in her fingers, tilting your face to look at her. Your eyes met first, then drifted down to her lips.
"We're going to split you right down the damn middle, pretty boy," she murmured against your lips. "Tell me something: do you just like being a bottom?"
"Uhm..." You nodded. "I prefer it, y-yes... but I can take the top role if you ask me to."
NoĂŠlie giggled, grinning from ear to ear. She was... fuck, she was charming.
"You're such a sweetheart! Très mignon!, très mignon!"
You didn't even have time to blink before she pressed her lips against yours. You had expected roughness. A lack of finesse. But NoĂŠlie was surprisingly gentle with you.
Of course, as the seconds passed, the atmosphere heated up, and you began to devour each otherâs mouths, a fiery exchange of saliva and heavy breathing.
"Tsk, eyes over here, petit Arno," you heard CĂŠliane say. "Youâre going to want to see this."
You broke the kiss with NoĂŠlie to look at her. CĂŠliane rose and climbed onto your lap, straddling you. First, she removed her bra, tossing it over the back of the sofa. Her breasts were small and perky. Next, she lifted her hips, grasped your cock, and, looking you right in the eye, slowly impaled herself upon it.
CĂŠliane pursed her lips and stifled a moan, her eyes squeezed shut. Your cock pushed its way inside her walls, slowly, but surely. It was a delicious sensation: overwhelmingly tight, yet wonderfully warm. When she had taken you all the way to the hilt, you both moaned once more. You placed a hand on her waist and gave it a firm squeeze.
CĂŠliane opened her eyes and looked at you.
"Look at me, petit Arno," she commanded in a low voice.
And so you did. Your gaze roamed over every inch of her perfect body, and...
"No, in the eyes," CĂŠliane said, lifting your chin with a finger. Inevitably, your eyes met hers. "Thatâs better. Look at me while I show you a good time, my little obedient boy."
CĂŠliane began to move atop your cock with such grace, such sensuality, that you couldn't help but reach out and caress her abdomen with your fingertips, almost as if you were worshipping such a woman. Making eye contact, which was damn hard to maintain, made you blush, as was only natural given those piercing eyes.
"Hey, why don't you give me a little touch?" NoĂŠlie asked, still pressed tight against your side, right into your ear. "Remember, tonight I'm all yours, treasure."
Not entirely sure what to do, you slipped your right arm behind NoĂŠlie's shoulders and reached down to give her ass a squeeze; then, you pushed her panties aside and rubbed your fingers against her pussy. NoĂŠlie moaned in satisfaction, bit her lip, and buried her face in your neck, showering it with kisses.
"Mmm... you like that, don't you?" CĂŠliane, finding a rhythm with her hips, placed a hand on your stomach and slowly slid it upward until her fingers were close to your lips. She nudged two fingers inside your mouth, and you sucked on them both with a low moan. "Oh yeah, good boy."
CĂŠliane pulled her fingers out of your mouth and leaned forward; just inches from your face, she moved in to give your lips a slow, upward lick with her agile tongue. You didn't mind in the slightest that her saliva was left glistening on your chin. Then, CĂŠliane finally kissed you.
"Hey, I want that too, don't leave me out!" NoĂŠlie said.
NoĂŠlie joined the kiss as best she could. You and CĂŠliane welcomed her in. Now the three of you were sharing saliva in a wild, sloppy battle of lips. Acting on pure instinct and letting yourself get swept up in the moment, you gave a firm squeeze to the ass of both NoĂŠlie and CĂŠliane, though you only slipped a finger inside the former's pussy, making her moan right there in the middle of the kiss.
CĂŠliane was the first to break away, pulling back just to gaze into your eyes, utterly ecstatic with pleasure.Â
"Fuck, who would have thought that the best cock Iâd have in months would be yours?" she moaned, bouncing her ass against your shaft, her fingernails digging into your shoulders. "I didn't have high hopes for you."
"Uh... thanks?"
"You're welcome."
CĂŠliane straightened up and planted her feet on the sofa on either side of your waist. With her hands resting on your abdomen, she began performing strong, deep squats onto your cock, moaning over and over until she climaxed. Her ass slammed against your pelvis one last time, and she threw her head back.
"Ohhh fuck!" CĂŠliane shrieked, cumming all over your cock. Her knees dropped back down onto the sofa, and now she ground her hips back and forth, with you so deeply impaled inside that tight pussy that the tip of your cock was brushing against her cervix.
The intensity with which CĂŠliane gripped you from the inside bordered on painful, but that only made you enjoy it more. Made you moan even louder.
Moments later, CĂŠliane pulled away from atop you, and NoĂŠlie hurried to join her, both of them now kneeling between your legs. NoĂŠlie took your cock between her lips, swallowing it halfway down her throat. She sucked greedily for several long seconds, cleaning CĂŠlianeâs fluids off your shaft and replacing them with her own saliva. CĂŠliane pitched in by kissing every spot NoĂŠlie couldn't reach, including your balls, which she sucked on gently.
After a few seconds, they both released your cock to look at you.
"Weâd better move to the floor," said CĂŠliane.
Both women got off the sofa and, working together, effortlessly moved the coffee table to one side of the room, near the fireplace that was still crackling and providing a pleasant warmth. Then, with the area between the sofas cleared, they knelt right in the center of the rug.
"Come here, pretty boy," purred NoĂŠlie.
You hurriedly stood up and positioned yourself right in front of them. CĂŠliane was the first to take you into her mouth, once again showing off her talents, until she yielded her turn to NoĂŠlie. The two of them worked on your cock for a few delicious seconds, but they stopped when they noticed you tensing up too much.
"Hey, you know youâre not allowed to cum until we say so, right?" said CĂŠliane, gripping your scrotum from the top, like a bag of oranges. "Don't get too excited."
"Uh... y-yeah, yeah," you nodded, not the least bit inclined to contradict her. "I won't."
"Really?" CĂŠliane raised an eyebrow.
Before you could answer, CĂŠliane squeezed your balls tighter. NoĂŠlie had a firm grip on the shaft. You moaned.
"I promise," you said in a strained whisper.
NoĂŠlie let out a soft giggle.
"Gooooooood boy."
With that, it was NoĂŠlie who resumed sucking you off, first swirling her tongue around your glans before taking you deep into her throat, where she held you for several long seconds before she began to pump her head. CĂŠliane did the same. But nothing about it was quite as hot as watching them meet right at the tip of your cock, their tongues intertwining with each other with your member right in the middle.
You couldn't do anything but moan like a total slut.
"Mmm... well?" NoĂŠlie looked at you, rapidly rubbing your saliva-drenched cock. "How do you want me, sweetie?"
"On top of me."
NoĂŠlie bit her lower lip.
"Only if you fuck me afterward."
"H-how...?"
"Any way you want. Missionary, doggy style, standing up and bent over, one leg lifted, spooning..."
"I get it," you cut in. "Deal."
NoĂŠlie pounced on you the moment you lay down on the rug, lacking any of the elegance CĂŠliane might have possessed, but making up for it with a predatory agility and energy that kept your pulse racing. She straddled you, while CĂŠliane positioned herself behind your head and had you rest back against her lap.
Having finally shed her panties, NoĂŠlie lifted her hips and grasped your cock, slowly impaling herself upon it. You watched, panting, as her face contorted with pleasure while her hot, silky walls swallowed your length with delicious ease.
Once you were buried hilt-deep, NoĂŠlie placed a hand on your abdomen and looked down at you with a seductive smile, beginning to move her hips up and down in a sensual rhythm.
"Does this warm little pussy feel good, sweetie?" she asked, slowly sliding her hand upward from your abdomen. You thought she was going to make you suck her fingers, just like CĂŠliane had, but instead, she closed her fingers around your throat and squeezed, just enough to let only the bare minimum of air pass through. "Oops, too bad you can't answer anymore."
You moanedâor at least you tried to, though NoĂŠlie's grip on your throat remained firm. CĂŠliane, for her part, grabbed your wrists and pinned them to the floor beside her calves, restricting your ability to touch NoĂŠlieâs voluptuous body as she bounced faster and faster atop you, her hypnotic breasts, the size of two perfect melons, jiggling lasciviously.
"Mmm, my good boy likes this, doesn't he?" NoĂŠlie asked, showing no signs of loosening her grip.
"He loves it, just look at his face," CĂŠliane remarked, never taking her eyes off your flushed, contorted features. "What if...?"
CĂŠliane tilted her head, studied you for a couple of seconds, and let loose a thick glob of spit directly onto your face, staining your lips, your chin, and the tip of your nose. You bucked your hips. Your cock throbbed deep inside NoĂŠlie, who let out a moan.
"Fuck! He loves that, too," NoĂŠlie moaned, now bouncing wildly on top of you. "Give him a slap!"
A quick, sharp slap landed on the right side of your face. You looked up to meet a sly, mischievous smile on CĂŠlianeâs face; she didn't hesitate to deliver another one to the opposite cheek. Once again, NoĂŠlie squealed with pleasure as you throbbed inside her.
"What a kinky little guy, fuck, I love it!" NoĂŠlie moaned. For a moment, she opened her eyes to look at her partner. "Can I keep him? Maybe..."
"No," CĂŠliane said immediately, sharply. "Weâd have to speak with Mr. Leumara, and..."
CĂŠliane fell silent, realizing she was treading on ground that a puppet like you had no business knowing about. You weren't about to press the matter, and frankly, it wasn't as if you could have, anyway.
"God, you guys are so boring sometimes!" NoĂŠlie protested. "As if it would do him any harm to turn into a..."
"NoĂŠlie, enough!"
NoĂŠlie grinned from ear to ear, visibly aroused and amused in equal measure. Soon, her face twisted with pleasure once again.
"Fuuuuuck... I'm going to cum so hard!"
Those final words, followed by a lascivious shriek, gave way to NoĂŠlie's unbridled climax. The voluptuous woman writhed atop you, grinding against your cock amidst tremors, her pubic hair brushing against your skin with every forward thrust. She tightened her grip on your neck, and your air supply was suddenly cut off. You endured it gladly until, at last, she let you go.
NoĂŠlie half-opened her eyes, pupils dilated with lust, to look at you. Her mouth hung slightly open, panting.
"Your turn, petit Arno," NoĂŠlie purred, sliding off you.
CĂŠliane released her grip on your wrists, allowing you to kneel behind NoĂŠlie as the latter settled onto her hands and knees spread wide, ass thrust high for you, and the side of her face pressed against the floor. Without a word, you grabbed your fluid-soaked cock and thrust back inside her.
You weren't averse to taking a dominant role, though it usually wasn't your first choice. Being the dominant one was, quite simply, something you were indifferent to. If the situation called for it, then you stepped up.
And this moment, certainly, demanded it. To have refused would have been sacrilege.
So there you were, gripping NoĂŠlieâs wide hips with both hands, delivering strong, deep thrusts into her warm pussy, her breasts bouncing beneath her, her ass jiggling with every impact. You panted heavily, doing everything in your power to maintain the rhythm and make her feel good.
CĂŠliane stood up and positioned herself to your right; as if to balance the dynamic, she grabbed a handful of your hair and buried your face in her pussy.
Magnifique. Now you were really communicating.
The small room filled with the sound of both womenâs moans, mingling with the relentless rhythm of your body slamming against NoĂŠlieâs. CĂŠliane gave you no respite; she kept your face pressed firmly against her crotch, her fingers deeply entangled in your hair, her fingernails digging into your scalp, yet you devoured her without a single complaint.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" NoĂŠlie moaned between thrusts. "The bastard actually knows how to use that cock! How am I not supposed to fall in love?"
"I worry about your definition of 'falling in love,' woman," you heard CĂŠliane say amidst her own moans.
"Nonsense! Iâm in love with my petit Arno and his wonderful, magical cock!"
The next few minutes passed in the blink of an eye. NoĂŠlie had another orgasm, one you felt particularly proud of. CĂŠliane followed suit. One of them came all over your cock, leaving it dripping wet. The other one bathed your mouth and tongue with her delicious fluids as her climax washed over her.
CĂŠliane then gave you a shove backward, making you lie flat on your back. She took her place atop you, turned her back to you, and planted her feet firmly on the floor to take you back inside her. She began to squat over your cock, her back perfectly arched in a display of unexpected flexibility, with her hands resting on your calves.
"I know what you're thinking..." she said, glancing back at you over her shoulder as she drove every inch of your shaft in and out with every squat. NoĂŠlie watched from just inches away, catching her breath. "My ass is perfect; I know. I also know you're dying to cum inside me while watching it. But I already told you: youâre not going to cum until I say so. You know that, right?"
"IâI know..." you murmured, almost breathless, as she stole the air right out of your lungs every time her ass slammed against your pelvis.
CĂŠliane smiled.
"Thatâs a good boy."
Just when you thought she couldn't surprise you any further, she leaned back, grasped the nape of your neck, turned her head to meet yours, and kissed you with fierce intensity, right before she began pumping her hips furiously up and down. Beyond her flexibility, that woman possessed absurd lower-body strength; she showed not even a hint of fatigue, even after two intense, non-stop minutes of action.
Feeling yourself nearing the edge, you moaned right into the kiss. But that was a damn mistake, for she stopped immediately. You writhed wildly beneath her, but she simply held you fast, reveling in the desperation etched across your face.
"Beg me," was all she said.
You frowned.
"H-huh?"
"You heard me."
CĂŠliane climbed off you and knelt at your right. She grabbed your cock and started jerking you off, her hand sliding frictionlessly along your slick shaft. You were close. Painfully close. But you squeezed your eyes shut and thought about literally any random nonsense just to hold it back.
"God... oh God!" you panted, your voice barely a whisper. "Please!"
"Thatâs not enough."
A nimble, mischievous mouth joined in. You opened your eyes to find NoĂŠlie sucking your balls while CĂŠliane kept jerking you off with a killer grip and a deadly flick of her wrist. It felt so good, it felt like your brain was going to explode.
"You have to use the right words, petit Arno," CĂŠliane said.
"T-the right words?!" you asked. "What the hell are the right words?!"
"I thought I made my command quite clear."
"Ugh, merde, merde!" you cried out, holding back the eruption like a son of a bitch. "Iâm begging you, dammit! Please! I want to cum!!"
CĂŠliane clicked her tongue.
"One word is missing."
"Dammit!!" you shouted, your voice hoarse. "Iâm begging you, mommy. Let me cum! I need it so bad!"
"Yes! Cum then, my sweet boy!" CĂŠliane moaned.
"Mmmghhh!!"
You arched your back and squeezed your eyes shut, focusing on the tidal wave of sensations washing over you. Only then did you feel the tip of your cock being engulfed by something warm. You opened your eyes just in time to see CĂŠliane still jerking you off, but now with NoĂŠlie positioned right over you, your entire glans buried deep inside her pussy.Â
"Fill me, mon chou," NoĂŠlie moaned. "Fill me!!"
You came so hard that your vision went black for a split second.
The orgasm hit you, shattered you, swallowed you whole, and spat you back out. Your entire body trembled as you throbbed around CĂŠliane's hand and filled NoĂŠlie's pussy from the inside with a massive surge of thick cum. However, since you weren't fully buried inside her, a good portion of your load oozed down the sides of your shaft, staining CĂŠliane's hand in the process.
"So warm..." NoĂŠlie panted, giving CĂŠliane a little shove to push her aside so she could impale herself completely on your cock. "You know what? I think a little scolding from Mr. Leumara will be worth it."
For the first time that night, you saw CĂŠlianeâs composure finally crack, her eyes going wide with shock.
"NoĂŠlie, NO!"
Before you could even register what was happening, NoĂŠlie, with you still buried balls-deep inside her and throbbing, lunged forward and sank two sharp fangs into your neck.
You screamed at the top of your lungs. But that floor was deserted, save for the two foreign guards.
(Karina X Winter X Giselle X Ningning X Irene X Seulgi X Wendy X Joy X Yeri X Male Reader) Wordcount: 29638 words
You turn your head.
Karina and Winter step out together.
Your girlfriendâs lips curve into a wicked, triumphant smile the second your eyes meet. Winter, on the other hand, looks ashamed, cheeks burning red, unable to meet your gaze for more than a second.
Your eyes narrow.
âKarina.â
Your voice comes out low and rough. She tilts her head, still smiling.
âHey baby.â
She replies sweetly, like she didnât just walk in on you creampying one of her best friends while the other is now eating your cum out of her.
You look at Winter. She shrinks slightly under your stare, biting her lip. The guilt on her face is obvious.
Did you get played by both of them?
The thought hits you hard. All this time, the teasing, the begging, the way Winter had been pushing so hard⌠Was Karina still pulling strings even after you faked your orgasm?
Ningning and Giselle finally notice the new arrivals. Ningning pulls her face away from Giselleâs pussy, lips shiny with a mix of your cum and Giselleâs juices. Her eyes go wide when she sees Karina and Winter standing there. Giselle sits up, still breathing hard, her face also covered in your dried load. She looks between Karina and Winter, shock written all over her expression.
But Karinaâs smile doesnât fade. She takes a slow step forward, eyes sweeping over the obscene scene - Ningning and Giselle on their knees, both marked and covered in your cum, your cock still hard and glistening from their juices and spit.
âWellâŚâ
Karina says, voice dripping with amusement:
âLooks like someone lost a bet.â
You narrow your eyes.
âI only-â
Karina cuts you off before you can reveal that you caught her touching herself and losing first.
âBaby⌠I canât even count how many times you came this month. With Irene unnie, with Seulgi unnie, with Joy unnie, with Yeri unnie⌠Should I keep going?â
You open your mouth to argue, but she raises a hand.
âAnd donât even try the âI faked itâ excuse. Minjeong was only pretending to help you fake your orgasm⌠but she was on my side the whole time.â
Winter shrinks slightly beside her, cheeks burning red, unable to meet your eyes.
You feel a cold wave wash over you.
âYouâve gotta be kidding meâŚâ
Karina pulls out her phone, taps a few times, and turns the screen toward you. Itâs a video. The same night you thought you caught her touching herself. But this time the angle is different, clearly from a different camera. In the video, Karina is lying in bed, moaning softly⌠but her hand isnât between her legs. Sheâs just pretending, rubbing her thigh, putting on a show. She even glances toward the door with a tiny, knowing smirk before continuing her fake moans.
Your stomach drops.
Karina locks the phone and puts it away, smiling brightly.
âYou really thought Iâd lose that easily?â
You stand there, stunned, slowly piecing everything together. Karina had looked way too confident the entire month. Winter had been pushing untypically hard to get you to fuck her. The way Winter and Karina almost looked like they knew things they shouldnât haveâŚ
You rub your face with your hand, annoyed at yourself.
âI shouldâve known. You were too smug. Winter was too eagerâŚâ
Karina walks closer, still smiling, and gently pats your chest.
âItâs okay, baby. You tried really hard this year.â
She leans in, voice dropping to a whisper.
âBut you lost.â
Behind her, Winter shifts awkwardly, still looking guilty but also a little relieved itâs finally out in the open. Giselle and Ningning are both staring at the scene, wide-eyed, clearly processing everything that is going on. You donât think either of them is involved and you canât tell if they even knew what was going on between you and Karina until now.
The bet is over. And you lost. You stand there, still breathing hard, cock slowly softening as the reality of the situation sinks in.
Fuck.
You lost.
The disappointment hits you like a cold wave. All that effort⌠and Karina had been playing you the entire time. You rub a hand over your face again, annoyed at yourself for not seeing the signs sooner.
Karina watches you with that bright, victorious smile. She gently starts running a finger down your chest.
âYou know what the punishment is, right? No cuming for the entire next month.â
You let out a long, defeated sigh.
ââŚYeah. I know.â
Karinaâs smile widens, clearly enjoying your reluctant acceptance.
âBut until December startsâŚâ
She continues, voice dropping into a teasing purr.
âYou can do whatever you want. And right now, you have all four of us right here in this apartment.â
Before you can even respond, Karina turns her head slightly.
âWinter gets the first round, though. She helped me win, after all. Itâs only fair.â
You look at Winter, whoâs standing there looking equal parts guilty and nervous. You scoff.
âWhy the hell would I fuck her right now?â
You mutter in defiance.
âAfter she betrayed me like that?â
Karina rolls her eyes, clearly not buying your resistance for a second. She reaches over and gently tugs the zipper of Winterâs oversized sweater down. The fabric parts and slides off Winterâs shoulders, pooling at her feet. Sheâs wearing almost nothing underneath. Just a tiny black bralette and a matching thong. Her toned body is on full display, smooth skin glowing under the living room lights.
You canât help but stare. Karina notices. She gives Winter a small, playful shove toward you.
âGo on, Minjeong-ah. Have fun.â
Winter stumbles forward a step, cheeks burning red. Sheâs clearly embarrassed, arms half-crossing over her chest instinctively, but she doesnât try to cover herself completely. Her eyes flick up to meet yours. They look shy, nervous⌠but also full of quiet want.
Your sex drive, which had barely calmed down, surges back to life. You know you should be angry. You know she played you. But looking at her body, that tight waist, those small tits, the way sheâs standing there in almost nothing, waiting for youâŚ
You grab Winter by the waist with both hands and lift her effortlessly, turning her and setting her down on the wide backrest of the couch. Her legs dangle on either side of you. Before she can even steady herself, you step between her thighs and pull her into a rough, demanding kiss. Winter gasps into your mouth, surprised by the sudden intensity. Your tongue pushes past her lips, claiming her as your hands roam greedily over her body, sliding up her sides, squeezing her tits through the thin bralette, then moving down to grip her ass hard, pulling her closer. She moans helplessly against your lips, unable to do anything but take it. Her hands clutch at your shoulders, fingers digging in as you devour her mouth, kissing her like youâve been holding back for weeks.
While youâre lost in Winterâs lips, you feel movement behind her. Giselle and Ningning have climbed onto the couch cushions, kneeling on either side of Winterâs dangling legs. Their heads are now perfectly level with your cock. Without needing instruction, they lean in together. Ningning takes the left side, pressing soft kisses along your shaft before licking a slow stripe up the length. Giselle takes the right, wrapping her lips around the head and sucking gently as she swirls her tongue around the tip. You groan into Winterâs mouth as the dual sensation hits you. You keep kissing her roughly, one hand tangled in her hair, the other squeezing her ass, while Giselle and Ningning work your cock with messy, eager mouths. Winter whimpers against your lips, clearly feeling the way your body reacts to the two girls sucking you off behind her. Her thighs tremble on either side of your hips as she melts under your kiss.
Giselle and Ningning alternate smoothly once more, one sucking the head while the other licks and kisses the shaft and balls, then switching with wet, sloppy sounds. Spit drips down your length as they worship you. Their tongues occasionally brush against each other around your cock.
You pull back from Winterâs mouth just enough to breathe, lips brushing hers.
âFuck⌠you taste so good.â
Winterâs eyes are glassy, cheeks flushed. She tries to reply, but you kiss her again, harder this time, swallowing her moan as Giselle takes you deeper into her throat while Ningning sucks on your balls.
You reach down with one hand, fingers hooking into the thin strap of Winterâs tiny black thong. Without warning, you rip it hard. The delicate fabric tears with a sharp snap, exposing her small, cleanly shaven pussy. Winter gasps in disbelief, her eyes widening as she feels the cool air hit her soaked, sensitive cunt.
âW-wait-oppa-!â
She stammers, voice trembling with shock⌠but thereâs no real protest. If anything, the sudden roughness makes her even wetter. Her thighs shake visibly, a fresh trickle of arousal running down her skin.
You push Ningning and Giselle off your cock with firm but gentle hands. Both girls pull back, lips shiny and swollen as they watch what youâre about to do.
You grip your thick, glistening cock and slap it heavily against Winterâs tiny, sensitive pussy.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
The wet sound echoes as you smack your cock against her swollen folds and clit. Winter jolts and shakes with every impact, letting out sharp, needy gasps.
âAh-! Fuck-itâs so heavy-â
Her hips twitch uncontrollably.
You align yourself with her dripping entrance and push forward in one powerful stroke. You bottom out inside her with a single deep thrust. Winterâs eyes fly open wide, a loud, broken cry tearing from her throat as her tight pussy is suddenly stretched and filled completely.
âOH MY GOD-! Too big-! Youâre-ahh-splitting me in half!â
You start ruining her small body immediately with hard, deep, relentless thrusts that make her entire frame jolt forward on the backrest of the couch. Your hips slam against her own with every stroke. Your cock pounds into her tight, soaking pussy without pause.
Winterâs moans turn into desperate, broken screams.
âFuck-! Oppa-! Slow down-I canât-ahh-youâre too deep!â
But her body betrays her words. Her legs wrap around your waist instinctively, pulling you even deeper as her pussy clenches and spasms around your cock. Her small frame shakes violently with every brutal thrust, her small tits bouncing slightly in the thin bralette. You grip her hips hard, using them as leverage to fuck her even harder, completely lost in the tight heat of her pussy. The wet, slick sounds of your cock destroying her fill the room as Ningning and Giselle watch from the side. Winterâs head falls back, eyes rolling as she tries taking everything, completely overwhelmed and ruined on your cock.
âAH-! Fuck-! OppaâŚtoo rough-! I canât-ahh!â
She cries out. Her voice cracks into high-pitched, desperate screams. Her small body jolts like a doll on the backrest of the couch. Her legs shake without control around your waist. You pound into her relentlessly, bottoming out with every stroke. The head of your cock kisses her cervix over and over again.
Ningning and Giselle donât stay idle. They move in closer, their hands reaching for Winterâs thin black bralette. Together, they pull it up and off her body, freeing her small, beautiful tits.
The moment theyâre exposed, both girls lean in. Ningning takes Winterâs right nipple into her mouth, sucking hard and flicking her tongue over the sensitive peak. Giselle does the same to the left, sucking and gently biting while her hand squeezes the soft flesh. Winterâs eyes roll back. Her mouth falls open in a silent scream as the overwhelming pleasure hits her from all sides.
âFuuuuck! My tits-! Youâre-ahh-sucking my tits while he fucks me!â
She completely loses control. Her small frame shakes violently between the three of you. Her pussy clenches and flutters madly around your cock as Ningning and Giselle devour her tits, sucking, licking, and biting her sensitive nipples while you destroy her pussy with deep, punishing thrusts.
Winterâs moans turn into broken, incoherent cries.
âI canât-too much-gonna-ahh-Iâm cuming!â
Her orgasm hits her like a tsunami. Her back arches. Her entire body convulses as she squirts hard around your cock. She soaks your thighs and the couch beneath her. Her tits bounce in Ningning and Giselleâs mouths as she shakes and trembles through the intense climax.
But you donât stop fucking her. You keep pounding into her tight, spasming pussy, drawing out her orgasm as long as possible while the two girls continue sucking on her tits, making her cum even harder.
Winter is a complete, sobbing mess, eyes rolled back, tongue hanging out slightly, body jerking uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through her. You keep thrusting through it all, savoring the way her pussy milks your cock, determined to ruin her completely. Your hips snap forward harder and faster, driving your thick cock into her tight, oversensitive cunt with deep, heavy strokes. The sound of your hips slamming against her own grows louder as you rail her without a break.
Winter is completely spent after her orgasm, but you donât let her rest. She mewls and whimpers helplessly. Her voice cracks. The overstimulation crashes through her.
âAh! Too much! Oppa-I just came-ahh-please!â
Her eyes go cross-eyed. Her mouth hangs open as she loses the ability to form real words.
A few moments later, her upper body loses all strength. Winter collapses backward with a weak cry. Her back arches over the backrest of the couch. Her head falls back, almost touching the seat cushions behind her. Sheâs now bent at an extreme angle. Only your firm grip on her waist keeps her connected to you as you keep destroying her pussy. The new position makes her tight midriff stretch and flex beautifully. You can see it. the subtle but unmistakable bulge of your cock pressing against her lower stomach every time you bottom out inside her.
Ningningâs eyes widen when she sees it.
âFuckâŚâ
She whispers, biting her lip. She leans in closer, mesmerized, and starts kissing and licking the bulge on Winterâs stomach again and again, right where your cock is visibly moving inside her.
Youâre barely able to think straight. The betrayal from Winter still burns in the back of your mind, mixing with the incredible tightness of her pussy. Youâre running on pure instinct now.
You manage to growl out between heavy breaths.
âGiselle⌠write something on her.â
Youâre too lost in your pleasure to specify what, but Giselle seems to understand exactly what you want.
She uncaps the marker with a soft click. While you try to slow your thrusts just enough to give her space, Giselle leans over Winterâs arched, trembling body and starts writing.
TRAITOR
The word stretches across Winterâs upper body. The T sits right over her small tits. The rest of the letters trail down her toned stomach. The final R ending just above her pussy. Right where your cock keeps bulging visibly.
Winter can only moan brokenly, too overwhelmed to even protest. Her cross-eyed expression and the way her body keeps jolting show sheâs completely lost to the sensation.
Giselle steps back, admiring her handiwork with a mix of satisfaction and arousal. The word TRAITOR now marks Winterâs body.
You donât stop fucking her hard, hands digging into her waist as you watch the obscene sight: Winter bent backward, marked like a cheap whore, getting her pussy ruined while Ningning kisses the bulge on her stomach and Giselle watches with hungry eyes. Your cock keeps slamming into her tight, soaked pussy again and again. Her petite person bounces on the backrest of the couch with every powerful stroke, her perky tits bouncing with the rhythm.
Even though her brain is completely fucked out - eyes crossed, mouth open in constant moans - Winter instinctively tries to hide the humiliating words written across her body. Her hands fly up shakily, attempting to cover the TRAITOR stretching over her tits and stomach.
âIâm-ahh-sorry-! I just⌠wanted your cock so bad-please-Iâm sorry-â
You donât slow down. You keep ruining her pussy, hips snapping forward.
âYouâve got it now, donât you?â
Before she can respond, Giselle reaches forward and grabs both of Winterâs wrists. She yanks her hands away, pinning them above Winterâs head and fully exposing the degrading writing across her body. Winter whimpers in embarrassment, trying to complain, but Giselle doesnât let her. She leans down and captures Winterâs mouth in a deep, hungry kiss, swallowing her protests. Winter melts almost instantly, moaning into Giselleâs mouth as their tongues slide together.
You glance to the side. Karina is sitting on the couch across from you, legs spread, one hand between her thighs as she touches herself while watching you destroy her friend. Her eyes are dark with lust, clearly enjoying the show.
You donât even have to think.
âNingning. Go eat out Karina.â
Thereâs barely a flicker of resistance in Ningningâs eyes. Just a brief moment of hesitation before raw hunger takes over. She crawls over to Karina on all fours and kneels between her legs.
You keep fucking Winter hard, watching as Ningning pulls Karinaâs panties aside and buries her face between her thighs. Karina lets out a soft, satisfied moan, one hand tangling in Ningningâs hair as she starts eating her out.
The living room is now filled with the sounds of pure depravity:
Your cock pounds Winterâs pussy. Her muffled moans vibrate against Giselleâs lips as they make out. Ningningâs wet, hungry slurping sounds as she devours Karinaâs pussy. Karinaâs soft moans of pleasure.
Karina is kneeling between your thighs, her soft, perfect tits wrapped tightly around your cock. Sheâs giving you a slow, sensual titjob, sliding her breasts up and down your length while looking up at you with that teasing smile.
âMmm⌠does that feel good, baby?â
She purrs, squeezing her tits tighter around you.
âYouâve been such a naughty boy this month⌠but I still love how hard you get for me.â
She leans down and licks the tip of your cock every time it emerges from between her cleavage. Her tongue swirls around the head before she continues sliding her warm, soft tits along your shaft.
To your right, Winter has taken your hand. Sheâs straddling two of your fingers, riding them slowly but eagerly. Her tight, soaked pussy grips your digits as she rocks her hips, soft whimpers escaping her lips. Her cheeks are flushed, eyes half-lidded as she uses your fingers to fuck herself.
âAh⌠oppaâs fingers feel so goodâŚâ
Her voice trembles with need. Her hips roll in messy circles, chasing the pleasure as she uses your hand like her personal toy.
Karina continues working your cock between her tits. She squeezes them tighter around your shaft, sliding them up and down in an experienced, intimate rhythm. When your cock emerges from her cleavage again, she leans down and spits on it. A thick, warm globe of saliva drips onto your length, making everything wetter and slicker.
âMmm⌠your cock looks so good between them.â
She spits again, letting it run down your cock as she continues the titjob, her soft breasts massaging every inch of you.
You turn your head to the right, toward the other end of the couch.
Giselle and Ningning have moved there.
Ningning is half-sitting against the backrest, legs spread wide. Giselle is on top of her, straddling one of her thighs, their soaked pussies pressed directly against each other. Theyâre grinding slowly but passionately, hips rolling in sync as they make out deeply. Giselleâs hands are in Ningningâs hair, pulling her closer as their tongues slide together. Ningningâs hands grip Giselleâs ass, squeezing and guiding her movements as they rub against one another. The wet sounds of their pussies dragging together mix with soft, shaky moans.
The sight is incredibly hot. The two of them lost in each other, marked bodies glistening with sweat and remnants of your cum, grinding their clits together while they kiss like theyâve been holding back for weeks.
You groan deeply at the entire scene.
Karina keeps sliding her spit-slick tits up and down your cock, occasionally licking the tip when it emerges. Winter rides your fingers faster, whimpering softly. And on the other end of the couch, Giselle and Ningning continue grinding and making out, their moans growing louder.
Youâre standing behind Ningning, gripping her hips as you pound her pussy from behind with deep thrusts. Sheâs bent over the back of the couch, one leg propped up on the backrest, giving you the perfect angle to drive into her. One of your hands is tangled in her long hair, pulling her head back so sheâs forced to look forward. The other hand stays on her waist, holding her in place as your cock slams into her again and again.
Ningningâs moans are loud and broken. Her body jumps forward with every hard thrust.
âFuck-oppaâŚtoo deep-ahh!â
Across the room, Winter is lying flat on her back on the kitchen table with her legs spread wide. Giselle is between her thighs, eagerly eating her out, her tongue flicking rapidly over Winterâs clit while two fingers pump in and out of her soaked pussy. Winterâs back is arched. Soft, desperate whimpers spill from her lips as she grips Giselleâs hair tightly.
And right in front of Ningningâs forced line of sight is Karina.
She sits on the other end of the couch, legs spread, watching everything with a smile. She has her thick dildo in her hand, which she got from the drawer of her nightstand earlier, and is now slowly sliding it in and out of her own pussy as she enjoys the show.
âLook at you.â
Karina taunts.
âGetting railed like a pathetic little slut by my boyfriend while I watch. You really are the biggest whore here, Ningning.â
Ningning whimpers, her pussy clenching around your cock at Karinaâs degrading words. You keep pounding into her, pulling her hair tighter to keep her head up.
Karina laughs, thrusting the dildo faster into herself.
âDoes it feel good? Getting fucked in our living room? I bet your pussy is creaming all over his cock right now, isnât it?â
Ningning can only moan in response, her body shaking as you continue to destroy her from behind. Her eyes are tearing up, her cheeks are burning, completely overwhelmed by the combination of your cock and Karinaâs taunting.
You savor the tight heat of Ningningâs pussy hips slamming forward hard and fast, driving your thick cock deep into her soaked pussy again and again. The filthy sound of your hips slapping against her ass echoes through the room as you grip her waist with both hands, pulling her back onto your cock.
Behind you, on the kitchen table, Giselle has Winter completely at her mercy. Winterâs loud, high-pitched cries suddenly peak as Giselle sucks hard on her clit and curls her fingers inside her. Winter cums hard again, her back arching off the table, thighs shaking around Giselleâs head as she gushes onto her tongue.
âFuckâŚIâm cuming!â
Winter sobs. Her voice cracks beautifully.
You donât even turn around to look. Youâre too focused on the tight, fluttering heat of Ningningâs pussy wrapped around your cock.
Karina stands up after pulling the dildo completely out of her pussy and walks over. Without warning, she slaps Ningningâs flushed cheek. Itâs sharp enough to make her gasp.
âOpen your mouth.â
Ningning obeys instantly, parting her lips with a shaky whimper. Karina pushes the dildo straight into Ningningâs mouth.
âSuck it. Taste me while he fucks you.â
Ningning gags and chokes around the dildo, eyes watering as Karina slowly fucks her mouth with it, coating her tongue and throat with her juices. The lewd sounds of Ningning gagging mix with the wet slapping of your cock pounding her pussy. You keep thrusting hard, feeling Ningningâs walls clench involuntarily around you from the overwhelming stimulation.
Then you feel a warm body press against your back. Giselle has moved behind you. Her soft tits press against your back as she leans in. Her lips brush your ear.
âOppaâŚcan I have your cock again tooâŚ?â
Youâre lying on your back on the couch, breathing heavily as Giselle rides your cock in reverse cowgirl. Sheâs facing away from you. Her perfect ass bounces up and down on your lap as she takes your cock deep inside her tight pussy. The rhythmic sound of her ass slapping against your thighs fills the room. Your hands are full, gripping and squeezing her plump, soft ass cheeks hard, spreading them apart so you can watch your cock disappear into her again and again. Her butt jiggles in your palms with every downward thrust.
Giselle moans shamelessly. Her hands are braced on your thighs for leverage as she rides you faster.
âFuck⌠your cock feels so good inside meâŚâ
She rolls her hips in deep circles before lifting and slamming back down.
To your right, on the floor beside the couch, Ningning is kneeling. Sheâs riding the thick dildo Karina had been using earlier, bouncing on it in almost perfect sync with Giselle. Her marked body glistens with sweat. The degrading words are blatantly visible on her skin as she fucks herself on the toy.
Faintly, from the other side of the room, you hear Winterâs desperate voice.
âUnnie-please-slower-I canât-ahh-itâs too much!â
Karina just laughs, rubbing Winterâs clit, overstimulating the younger girl even further.
You tune it all out and focus on the view in front of you. Giselleâs ass looks incredible as she bounces on your cock. Round. Firm. Tight. Perfect. Every time she lifts up, you see her pussy stretch around your thickness before she drops back down, swallowing you completely. You squeeze her cheeks harder, spreading them wider.
Giselle moans louder, clearly enjoying how youâre manhandling her ass.
âYou like my ass, oppa?â
She glances back over her shoulder with a flushed, lust-filled smile.
âYou like watching it bounce on your cock?â
You groan, thrusting up to meet her bounces, making her cry out.
Ningning keeps riding the dildo beside you. Her eyes are fixed on the way Giselle rides you, clearly jealous but too turned on to stop or to intervene. Winterâs broken, overstimulated moans continue in the background as Karina edges her mercilessly.
You keep your hands full on Giselleâs ass, squeezing and spreading her as she bounces harder, completely lost in the feeling of her tight, wet pussy and the hypnotic view of her perfect ass rippling in your grip.
You have Winter pinned down on the kitchen table, completely obliterating her tight little pussy. Sheâs lying flat on her back, legs spread and trembling in the air as you grip her small waist with both hands and slam into her without a break. Your cock drives deep and hard with every thrust.
Winterâs eyes are rolled back. Her mouth hangs open in constant, broken sobs and moans. The bold black letters TRAITOR written across her tits and stomach stretch and shift every time her body jolts or she tries to breathe.
Karina stands right beside the table. She watches with a cruel smirk as she slowly strokes Winterâs hair.
âAww, look at you.â
Karina coos mockingly.
âBetraying my boyfriend just so you could get his cock. You were so eager to help me win⌠all because youâre such a desperate little slut for him.â
Winter gasps and sobs. Her small body shakes under your relentless pounding.
âI-Iâm sorry-ahh! Please!â
Karina laughs.
âYou even took his fake load all over your pretty face. Turns out you are just a stupid cum rag.â
Winterâs face burns with humiliation. Fresh tears leak from the corners of her eyes as she gets fucked senseless.
Karina picks up the marker. While you keep destroying Winterâs pussy, Karina leans over her chest and starts writing right above her tits.
CUM RAG
Winter whimpers pathetically as she feels the marker moving across her skin. The new degrading label is now permanently added to her marked body.
On the couch nearby, Ningning and Giselle are playfully fighting over the thick dildo.
âGive it back!â
Ningning whines, trying to snatch it from Giselleâs hand.
âNo way, you already had your turn.â
Giselle giggles, holding it away while straddling Ningningâs lap. They wrestle over the toy, laughing and moaning as their naked bodies rub against each other, clearly enjoying the playful struggle.
You keep your grip tight on Winterâs waist and continue ruining her pussy. You watch her trembling body bounce on the table. Karina stands beside you, admiring her work with a proud smile as Winter falls apart completely beneath you. You grip Winterâs waist even tighter and start fucking her harder, slamming your cock into her soaked, overstimulated pussy with almost brutal force. The wet slapping sounds grow louder and filthier as you rail her without holding back. With a deep growl, you lift her hips completely off the kitchen table, holding her lower body up in the air. Only her head and shoulders remain on the table. Her back gets arched as you use her like a toy. The new angle lets you drive even deeper, your cock bullying her cervix.
Karina reaches over and starts playing with Winterâs tits, squeezing them, pinching and twisting her sensitive nipples while the TRAITOR and CUMRAG markings stretch and move across her skin.
You look down at Winterâs fucked-out face and mock her with a dark chuckle.
âLook at you⌠so fucking desperate for my cock that you betrayed me. You want me to use you like a cum rag, donât you?â
Winter sobs and nods frantically, her voice broken and shaky.
âYesâŚpleaseâŚuse me...Iâm your cum rag-ahh!â
You keep pounding into her lifted body, watching her tits bounce in Karinaâs hands.
âYou want me to cum in your mouth? Beg for it.â
Winterâs eyes have completely lost focus.
âPleaseâŚcum in my mouthâŚuse me like a cum ragâŚplease, oppaâŚIâll swallow everything-!â
Karina smirks and leans over Winterâs face.
âBe a good cum rag and open your mouth.â
Winter obeys instantly, opening wide and sticking her tongue out. Her eyes flutter with desperate anticipation as she waits for your load. Instead, Karina spits directly into her open mouth. A thick, warm globe lands on her tongue.
Winter mewls in humiliated surprise, eyes widening as she tastes Karina instead of you.
âUnnie!â
She complains, but she doesnât close her mouth. She keeps it open, tongue still out, trembling as you continue destroying her pussy from the lifted position.
Karina laughs and spits into her mouth again.
âSwallow, cum rag.â
Winter whimpers pathetically but obeys. She swallows Karinaâs spit while you keep fucking her hard, her small body shaking in your grip.
The living room has turned into a complete den of depravity, but right now the only thing that matters is Karina. Youâre kneeling between her spread legs on the floor, slowly but deeply thrusting into her. Karina lies on her back, legs wrapped loosely around your waist. Her hands are gently holding your arms as you sink deep inside her with every intimate stroke.
The thrusts are slow and hard. The kind that make her feel every single inch as you bottom out, grinding against her cervix before pulling back and doing it again. The slick sounds of your cock sliding in and out of her soaked pussy are soft but constant.
Karinaâs eyes are locked on yours. Her lips part as soft moans escape her. For a few minutes, the two of you are in your own little world, completely tuned out from the chaos around you.
âYou feel so goodâŚâ
Her voice is full of affection. Her walls tremble and squeeze around you, pulling you in like she never wants you to leave.
You lean down and kiss her, tongues sliding together as you keep that steady, intimate rhythm. Her hands move up to cup your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks tenderly while you fuck her.
A few feet away on the kitchen table, Winter is still lying there, completely spent. Sheâs propped herself up on her elbows, breathing heavily as she watches you fuck Karina. Her body is covered in sweat and marker, TRAITOR and CUMRAG still clearly visible across her chest and stomach. She looks almost mesmerized by the sight of you being so gentle yet deep with Karina.
On the couch, Ningning and Giselle are locked in a heated 69. Giselle is on top. Her face is buried between Ningningâs thighs, licking and sucking on her clit while two fingers pump inside her. Ningning is underneath, eagerly eating Giselle out, her hands gripping Giselleâs ass as she moans into her pussy. Their bodies are pressed tightly together. Their hips roll and grind as they devour each other with messy, hungry sounds.
But none of that fully registers right now. You stay focused on Karina. You use slow, deep, intimate strokes that make her toes curl and her back arch off the floor. She pulls you down into another long kiss, moaning softly into your mouth every time you grind against that perfect spot inside her.
For this moment, itâs just the two of you.
Youâre half-lying on the couch, leaning back against the cushions with Giselle completely trapped in a full Nelson position on top of you. Her back is pressed flush against your chest. Her legs are hooked over your arms. Your hands are locked behind her head, forcing her to look straight down at her own pussy. Your thick cock is buried deep inside her, stretching her wide open.
Hard, powerful upward thrusts slam into her soaked cunt, making her entire body shake like crazy on top of you. The wet, filthy sound of your cock pounding into her fills the room as you rail her without mercy.
âFuck! Fuck! Oppa-I can see it-I can see your cock ruining me!â
Giselle screams. Her eyes are wide open as sheâs forced to watch every single inch of your cock disappear into her pussy and come back out glistening with her juices.
You keep her head locked in place, making sure she doesnât miss a single detail: the way her pussy lips stretch around your thickness, the way her clit throbs, the way her juices drip down your shaft.
âYouâre gonna watch exactly how I break this pussy.â
You growl into her ear, fucking her even harder.
Giselleâs moans turn into desperate, broken sobs as sheâs forced to witness her own destruction. Her tits bounce. Her body is completely helpless in your strong hold.
Winter sits on the edge of the couch nearby, watching with wide, lust-filled eyes as you absolutely obliterate Giselle. She bites her lip, thighs pressed together.
On the floor just a few feet away, Karina has Ningning on all fours. Sheâs kneeling behind her, roughly fucking Ningning with the thick dildo, one hand gripping her hair while the other pushes the dildo in and out of her pussy.
âTake it, you little whore.â
Karina bites, slamming the toy deep into Ningning again and again.
Ningning moans into the carpet, pushing her ass back to meet her thrust.
But your focus stays mostly on Giselle. The way her pussy creams all over your cock. The way her body shakes in the full Nelson. The broken, humiliated moans she lets out every time she watches herself get fucked senseless.
You keep her head locked down, forcing her to stare at the lewd sight of your cock ruining her tight hole. Giselle lets out a shrill cry, her pussy clenching around you as the humiliating position and brutal fucking push her closer and closer to the edge. You tighten your grip behind Giselleâs head, forcing her chin down even harder so she has no choice but to stare directly at her own stretched pussy getting destroyed.
You start pounding up into her with savage, unrelenting force. Every upward thrust makes her tight twat swallow your entire cock. Her slick juices spray out around your shaft and drip down your balls. The wet, filthy plap-plap-plap of your hips slamming into her ass echoes loudly through the room.
âFuck-look at that greedy little cunt. Taking all of it like it was made for me.â
Giselleâs eyes are wide and out of focus, as sheâs forced to watch her own pussy get ruined in real time. Her folds are swollen and puffy, stretched around your thick cock as you hammer into her from below.
âOppa! Itâs too deep-I can see it-I can see you breaking my pussy!â
She sobs, with her voice cracking.
You feel your orgasm building fast. A heavy, throbbing pressure grows in your balls as you destroy her. You fuck her as hard as you can, using the full Nelson to bounce her small body on your cock like a fleshlight. Her tight Japanese cunt clenches and spasms around you, milking your shaft as her juices run down your length. The visual of her frame trembling, her perky tits bouncing, and her own eyes locked on the sight of your cock wrecking her is pushing you dangerously close.
Giselleâs moans turn into broken, piercing squeals as you rail her thoroughly, her pussy creaming all over your cock.
Winter watches with parted lips, one hand between her own thighs. On the floor, Karina is still roughly fucking Ningning with the dildo, but even they keep glancing over at the obscene sight of you destroying Giselle in this position.
Your balls tighten. The orgasm builds hotter and heavier with every savage thrust into Giselleâs twitching twat.
Youâre getting so fucking close. You feel your orgasm surging, unstoppable now.
With a deep groan, you lock your arms tighter behind Giselleâs head and slam upward with one final, devastating thrust, burying every inch of your cock as deep as possible inside her tight pussy.
Your cock pulses hard, flooding her with thick, heavy ropes of cum. You pump load after load straight into her womb, filling her completely while sheâs forced to watch it all happen. Giselleâs eyes roll back, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as she feels you pumping her full.
The moment the others realize whatâs happening, disappointed whines and groans fill the room.
âAgainâŚ?â
Winter pouts.
âFuck, I wanted it this time.â
Ningning mutters, clearly jealous.
Karina just clicks her tongue, smirking but still a little annoyed.
âGreedy slutâŚâ
You hold Giselle down on your cock until the last powerful spurt empties inside her. Then you slowly relax your arms. Your cock slips out of her ruined pussy with a wet pop. Almost immediately, a thick, creamy glob of your cum leaks from her stretched hole and starts dripping down her folds.
All three girls move like predators. They crawl over quickly, surrounding Giselleâs spread legs. Karina is the first to lean in, dragging her tongue slowly up Giselleâs pussy, scooping up a big strand of your cum. Winter presses in right beside her, licking and sucking greedily at the overflowing creampie. Ningning pushes her face in too, the three of them fighting over your load as it continues to leak out of Giselle.
The girl lying on top of you whimpers and trembles, still trapped in the position, watching helplessly as her groupmates devour the cum you just pumped deep inside her.
âMmm⌠so muchâŚâ
Karina moans, licking deeper, pushing her tongue inside Giselle to get more.
Winter and Ningning lap and suck noisily, their tongues occasionally brushing against each other as they clean every drop they can reach. Giselleâs pussy twitches and leaks more of your cum with every lick, the girls moaning softly as they share and swallow it.
You lean back, watching the three of them eagerly eating your creampie straight from her freshly fucked cunt. Giselle can only moan weakly, completely overwhelmed by the sight and sensation.
Youâre sitting comfortably on the couch with Karina straddling you. Sheâs riding your cock slowly and intimately, rolling her hips in deep, sensual circles that let you feel every inch of her tight, warm walls squeezing around you. Thereâs no rush. Just slow, calm movements as she takes you in and out of her dripping pussy. Your hands are cupping her full, soft tits, gently squeezing and massaging them as your thumbs brush over her hard nipples. Karinaâs arms are wrapped around your neck, her forehead resting against yours as you kiss deeply, tongues sliding together in lazy, passionate strokes.
The two of you are completely lost in your own little world again.
âMmmâŚâ
Karina moans into your mouth between kisses, her breath warm against your lips.
âI love feeling you like this⌠so deep inside me.â
She grinds down, taking you to the hilt before rising again, her pussy clenching lovingly around your cock. You squeeze her tits a little harder, earning a sweet whimper from her as she kisses you deeper.
In the background, the other three girls are lost in their own pleasure.
Winter is lying on her back on the floor while Ningning sits on her face, grinding her pussy against Winterâs eager tongue. Giselle is between Winterâs spread legs, licking and fingering her at the same time. The three of them moan and whimper softly, bodies moving together in a lewd tangle, but their sounds feel far away compared to the intimate connection you share with Karina.
Your girlfriend pulls back just enough to look into your eyes. Her lips brush against yours as she continues that slow, loving ride.
âEven after everything tonightâŚthis is my favorite part. Just you and me.â
She kisses you again, deeper this time, her tits pressing into your hands as she keeps riding you with that perfect, unhurried rhythm. Her pussy feels incredible, squeezing around you like she never wants to let go. You stay lost in her, hands exploring her body, mouths moving together while the other girls continue pleasuring each other a few feet away.
For now, the rest of the world doesnât matter.
Itâs just you and Karina.
Ningning is lying face-down on the couch, her sullied body stretched out, ass slightly raised as she grips the cushions tightly. You kneel behind her, slowly pushing the thick black marker against her tight little asshole. The rounded end presses in, stretching her slowly.
âAhh-wait⌠please go slowlyâŚâ
Ningning moans, her voice shaky and high-pitched. Her hips twitch, but she doesnât pull away. Instead, she pushes back just a little, breathing hard as the marker sinks deeper into her ass.
The other three girls watch from the side.
Karina and Giselle are kneeling right next to you, their soft hands wrapped around your hard cock, stroking you slowly in perfect sync while they watch the marker disappear into Ningningâs tight ass. Their fingers glide up and down your shaft, occasionally squeezing or twisting at the head.
Winter sits on the armrest, biting her lip as she stares, one hand between her own thighs.
âFuck⌠look at her take it.â
Karina whispers, her hand pumping you a little faster.
âSuch a greedy ass for a marker.â
Giselle leans in closer. Her breath is warm against your ear as she strokes your cock.
âSheâs clenching so hard⌠you can see it.â
Ningning whimpers loudly as you push the marker another inch deeper, her ass stretching around the thick body of it. Her toes curl and her hands fist the couch cushions.
âAhh! Itâs so thick⌠feels so weird-but donât stopâŚâ
Her voice trembles with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.
You keep pushing slowly, watching her tight ring swallow more and more of the marker until a good portion is buried inside her ass. Ningningâs whole body shudders, soft moans spilling from her lips as she adjusts to the feeling.
Karina and Giselle never stop stroking your cock, their hands slick with precum as they watch the lewd scene. Karina occasionally leans down to spit on your shaft, making their combined grip even smoother.
Ningning turns her head to the side, cheeks burning red, eyes glassy as she feels the marker move slightly inside her with every breath. The other girls keep watching, completely captivated by the sight of Ningning getting her ass filled while Karina and Giselle jerk you off.
Almost the entire length disappears between her cheeks until only the very end is still visible. Ningningâs back arches, the bold DUMBASS written across her back stretching and flexing with every shaky breath she takes. Her hands claw at the couch cushions as a long, trembling moan escapes her.
âAhhh-fuck⌠itâs so deepâŚâ
Giselle, whoâs still stroking your cock with Karina, bites her lip as she watches.
âOppa⌠you should be careful. If you push it in too deep, we might not get it out again.â
You smirk, still holding the marker in place, feeling Ningningâs asshole clench around it.
âItâll be fine.â
You reply casually. Then, with a teasing grin, you add:
âOr are you saying that because you want me to write more on your body instead?â
Giselleâs cheeks flush bright red. She opens her mouth, then closes it again, clearly embarrassed⌠but she doesnât deny it. She just looks away, still slowly pumping your cock with her soft hand.
Karina notices something else
She glances over at Winter, whoâs sitting on the armrest, completely transfixed. Winterâs eyes are glued to the marker thatâs almost fully buried in Ningningâs ass, breathing a little heavier than before. Sheâs biting her lip hard.
Karina smiles wickedly.
âMinjeong-ah⌠you look very interested.â
She teases. Her voice sounds sweet but mocking.
âSo eager to try it yourself, hm?â
Winter flinches, suddenly realizing sheâs been staring. Her face turns bright red with shame and embarrassment.
âI-Iâm not⌠Iâm not brave enough for something like thatâŚâ
She mumbles, voice small, clearly humiliated at being caught.
Karina leans in closer, still stroking your cock lazily with Giselle.
âMaybe we can give you some courage. How about we write ANAL SLUT across your body first? Would that help?â
Winter lets out a quiet, involuntary gasp. Her thighs press together instinctively, but the way her eyes flicker with obvious arousal betrays her. She looks incredibly embarrassed⌠yet undeniably turned on by the idea.
She doesnât answer right away, she just shifts uncomfortably on the armrest, cheeks burning, while Ningning continues to whimper softly with the marker still buried deep in her ass.
You look at Winter, waiting to see what sheâll say, your cock twitching in Karina and Giselleâs hands.
Youâre standing in the middle of the living room, holding Winter up in your arms. Her front is pressed against your chest. Her legs are hooked over your forearms in a full carry position.
Karina steps back with a satisfied smirk, capping the marker.
âDone.â
She announces, admiring her work.
Across Winterâs entire back, written in big, bold black letters, stretches:
STUPID FREE USE TOY
Lower down, right above her small, perky ass, the words BUTTSLUT are clearly visible.
Winter has been shaking, gasping, and moaning the entire time Karina wrote on her. Her body is trembling uncontrollably in your hold, cheeks burning red with humiliation.
Ningning finally pulls her face away from Winterâs ass, lips shiny, breathing hard. Sheâs been eagerly eating Winterâs tight little hole for the past few minutes, getting her nice and wet. Giselle kneels right in front of you, one hand wrapped around your thick, wet cock. She strokes it slowly, aiming the swollen head directly at Winterâs twitching, freshly licked asshole.
Winter whimpers pathetically, her voice small and broken.
âWait⌠itâs too big⌠Iâve neverâŚâ
But her words dissolve into a shaky moan as Giselle gently presses the tip of your cock against her tight ring.
Karina walks around behind you, tilting her chin up with a finger.
âShh⌠be a good free use toy.â
She coos, stroking Winterâs cheek.
âYou wanted this, remember?â
Giselle looks up at you, eyes dark with lust, and slowly starts guiding your cock forward, pushing the head against Winterâs resisting asshole. Winterâs whole body tenses in your arms. A shrill, nervous gasp escapes her as she feels you start to stretch her open.
You start pushing inâŚvery slowly.
The tip presses against her challenging ring, stretching her open inch by inch. Winterâs breath catches in a sharp hiss, turning into a long, shaky whimper as her asshole slowly yields to your thickness.
âAhh! Itâs⌠itâs going inâŚâ
Ningning and Giselle are right there to help.
They each grab one of Winterâs ass cheeks, spreading her open wider, helping you force your cock deeper into her virgin-tight hole. Their fingers dig into her soft flesh as they pull her apart, making it easier for you to sink further.
âFuck⌠look how her asshole is stretching.â
Ningningâs eyes are glued to the sight.
Giselle bites her lip, pulling Winterâs cheek even further.
âTake it, Minjeong-ah⌠let oppa rip that tight little ass open.â
You keep pushing - slow, steady, relentless, but careful - feeding more and more of your thick cock into her impossibly tight ass. Winterâs whole body shakes in your hold, her small frame trembling as sheâs slowly impaled.
Behind you, Karina presses her body against your back, her breath hot against your ear as she talks.
âThatâs it, baby⌠wreck her asshole.â
She purrs, peppering your shoulder with small kisses.
âLook at this stupid little free use toy. Thought she could betray you and get away with it? Now sheâs getting her ass ruined in front of all of us like the pathetic butt slut she is.â
Winter lets out a broken sob as another inch sinks into her, her asshole clenching hard around your shaft.
Karina continues, voice dripping with mock sympathy.
âAww, is the little traitor struggling? Too bad. This is what happens when youâre a greedy anal whore who sells out her friendâs boyfriend for his own cock.â
Ningning and Giselle keep spreading Winterâs ass wider, moaning softly as they watch your cock disappear deeper and deeper into her.
Winterâs head falls back, eyes fluttering, mouth open in constant, overwhelmed gasps and whimpers. Her marked back - STUPIDFREEUSETOY and BUTTSLUT - flexes and arches with every tiny movement as you slowly force her ass to take you.
Youâre barely halfway in, but she already looks completely broken.
Youâre still standing in the middle of the living room, carrying Winter. Her small body is completely suspended in the air as you thrust up into her stretched asshole. Your hands grip her ass cheeks, spreading them wide so your thick cock disappears into her tight little hole easier again and again. Her ass is stretched to its absolute limit around your shaft, the pink ring gripping you desperately with every deep thrust.
Winterâs head lolls back, broken moans spilling from her lips as you ruin her ass.
âOppa-itâs so deep-youâre splitting my ass!â
On the couch, Ningning is bent over the backrest, ass pushed out. Giselle stands behind her, slowly working the thick dildo in and out of Ningningâs tight asshole with focused, gentle strokes. Ningning moans, pushing back against the toy, her body trembling as Giselle stretches her open.
Karina has moved to the couch as well. Sheâs sitting on the cushions, legs spread, lazily fingering her own pussy while she watches everything. Her eyes are half-lidded with pleasure, no longer focused on degrading Winter. Sheâs simply enjoying the filthy show in front of her, touching herself slowly as she takes in the sight of you destroying Winterâs ass and Giselle fucking Ningning with the dildo.
You keep bouncing Winter on your cock, spreading her cheeks wide to make it easier to slide in and out of her ruined hole. Her small body jerks in your arms, almost lifeless. Winter can barely speak anymore as well, just weak, overwhelmed gasps and moans as you use her asshole like a toy.
Giselle glances over at you while she slowly fucks Ningning, biting her lip at the sight. Ningningâs moans grow louder as the dildo stretches her deeper.
Karina lets out a soft moan from the couch, fingers moving faster between her legs as she watches you carry-fuck Winter.
You stand in the center of the living room, breathing heavily, looking down at the beautiful, filthy sight in front of you. All four girls are kneeling in a tight half-circle right at your feet, their faces pressed cheek to cheek, looking up at you with flushed, eager expressions. Their makeup is ruined, spit and cum still glistening on their skin.
Ningningâs forehead still proudly displays BITCH in bold black letters. Giselleâs cheeks are clearly marked COCKSUCKER on both sides. Winter has a fresh arrow drawn on her left cheek, pointing directly at her open mouth with the words CUMHERE written underneath. Karina, however, remains completely clean. No writing anywhere on her beautiful face. Sheâs clearly enjoying her privileged position as your girlfriend, a smug little smile playing on her lips while the other three look properly used and humiliated.
You pull your throbbing, spit-drenched cock out of Karinaâs mouth. Strings of saliva drip off your shaft.
You turn toward Ningning.
You start slapping your heavy, wet cock all over her face - slap, slap, slap - smearing spit and precum across her cheeks, nose, and forehead, right over the word BITCH. You rub your cock against her skin, consciously making her as dirty and messy as possible. Ningning whimpers, eyes fluttering. Every time your cock gets close to her mouth, she desperately tries to kiss or catch it with her lips, but you keep pulling it away at the last second, denying her.
âMmmph-oppa, pleaseâŚâ
She whines, chasing your cock like a needy puppy.
You let her get close one more time before turning toward Giselle.
Ningning lets out an immediate, frustrated protest.
âHey! Thatâs not fair!â
She complains, her voice hoarse and pouty.
âI was being goodâŚâ
Giselle smirks triumphantly as you start slapping your soaked cock across her marked cheeks, rubbing the head against the words COCKSUCKER written there. She opens her mouth obediently, tongue out, but you tease her the same way, rubbing and slapping without letting her suck it yet.
Karina chuckles beside them, clearly amused by the power dynamic and enjoying her clean, unmarked face while the other three get treated like filthy toys.
Winter stays quiet but visibly excited, the CUMHERE arrow on her cheek pointing at her slightly open mouth as she watches you smear your cock all over Giselleâs face.
You keep moving your cock from one girl to the next, teasing them, slapping their faces, and rubbing your glistening length across their skin while they kneel there cheek to cheek, desperate and waiting.
You turn your attention to Winter next.
Her eyes light up with hope as you slap your heavy, spit-soaked cock across her face, smearing it over her cheeks, across the CUMHERE arrow, and rubbing the glistening head against her lips. She immediately tries to catch it, opening her mouth desperately, but you pull away at the last second.
Winter lets out a frustrated, needy whine.
âOppa⌠pleaseâŚâ
She complains, chasing your cock with her tongue.
You ignore her completely and move back to Giselle.
She opens her mouth wide on pure instinct, tongue out, eyes watering with anticipation. You grab the back of her head and push forward, sliding your thick cock straight into her throat in one motion.
âGlk-!â
Giselle gags hard around you, her throat tightening convulsively as you start fucking her face. Spit immediately begins to dribble from the corners of her stretched lips, running down her chin and dripping onto her tits in thick, shiny strands. You hold her head steady and thrust deeper, using her warm, wet throat like a toy. Giselleâs eyes flutter, tears forming at the corners as she gags and chokes around your length, but she doesnât pull away.
After a few moments, Karina moves closer. She places her hand firmly on the back of Giselleâs head, right over yours.
âHere, let me help.â
She says with a wicked smile.
Now itâs Karina controlling the rhythm. She pushes Giselleâs head forward and pulls it back, forcing her face onto your cock again and again. Giselleâs throat bulges with every thrust, loud, wet gagging sounds filling the room as Karina uses her mouth for you.
âFuck⌠thatâs it.â
You groan, feeling your orgasm building rapidly. The sight of Karina face-fucking Giselle onto your cock while Ningning and Winter watch jealously, their marked faces still pressed cheek to cheek, pushes you right to the edge.
Giselleâs spit runs freely down her chin, her eyes rolling back as Karina keeps forcing her deeper.
You feel your balls tightening, the pressure rising fast as Karina looks up at you with a knowing little smirk, pushing Giselle forward and pulling her back in a steady, relentless rhythm. Wet gagging sounds spill out around your length as thick strings of spit drip from her chin onto her tits.
You groan again, hips twitching as the pleasure coils tighter and tighter in your core.
âFuck⌠Iâm so close.â
Ningning and Winter immediately shuffle closer on their knees, pressing their faces right next to Giselleâs, cheeks brushing together. All three of them look up at you with desperate, hungry eyes, mouths open and tongues out, clearly eager to receive your load.
Karina smirks and pushes Giselle down even deeper for a few more strokes, making her gag hard, before you finally canât take it anymore.
You pull your cock out of Giselleâs throat.
Giselle stays exactly like that, mouth wide open, tongue hanging out, eyes completely crossed in a perfect ahegao face. Thick ropes of spit drool from her tongue. The filthy, broken expression on her face alone pushes you over the edge.
You start cuming hard. Thick, heavy ropes of cum shoot out across all four of their faces.
You do your best to spread it evenly. The first spurt lands across Giselleâs crossed eyes and tongue. The next hits Ningningâs BITCH forehead and cheek. Another thick rope paints Winterâs CUMHERE arrow and open mouth. You keep stroking yourself, aiming carefully so Karina gets several long streaks across her clean, beautiful face as well.
You paint all four of them.
Cum drips from their eyelashes, runs down their cheeks, and coats their tongues. Giselle keeps her tongue out, letting it pool there while still making that perfect ahegao expression. Ningning and Winter moan softly, eagerly licking at the cum that lands near their mouths. Even Karina closes her eyes for a moment as a rope lands across her lips and nose, clearly enjoying being included.
You milk every last drop, smearing the head of your cock across their faces to make sure theyâre all properly marked and messy.
When you finally finish, all four girls are kneeling in front of you, faces covered in your thick load, breathing hard, looking up at you with satisfied, filthy expressions.
Giselle is still stuck in her crossed-eye, tongue-out ahegao state, cum dripping from her chin.
Karina licks a strand of your cum from the corner of her mouth and smiles up at you.
âGood boy.â
You stumble back a step and collapse onto the couch, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath.
In front of you, the four girls turn toward each other on their knees and immediately start cleaning one another. Soft, wet sounds fill the room as tongues drag across cheeks, lips, and chins. Karina kisses Giselle deeply, swapping a mouthful of your load with her. Ningning leans in and licks a long stripe up Winterâs cheek before Winter catches her in a messy kiss, pushing cum back and forth between their tongues.
Itâs slow, filthy, and strangely intimate.
You just sit there and watch, completely in awe.
All four of them look utterly destroyed, hair messy and sticking to their faces, makeup ruined and running, bodies covered in sweat, spit, and drying cum. Their marked skin glistens under the lights⌠all of it still visible.
And you realize just how insane this month has been.
Nine different women.
Youâve slept with nine different idols this November. The thought hits you like a wave. Some of them multiple times.
Your eyes drift to Ningning and Giselle.
Theyâve become noticeably louder now, kissing more passionately, tongues sliding together, hands roaming over each otherâs bodies. Ningning cups Giselleâs face as they make out sloppily, sharing your cum like itâs the most natural thing in the world. Thereâs no more tension between them. No more jealousy or cold shoulders. Theyâve clearly made up.
You let out a long, deep sigh of relief and lean your head back against the couch.
Karina banning you from cuming for the entire month of December is already going to be hell. Having Giselle living here while still carrying that awkward tension with Ningning would have made it ten times worse. At least now things between them seem⌠settled.
Karina notices you watching and crawls over, resting her chin on your thigh. Her face is still streaked with your cum as she smiles up at you sweetly.
âEnjoying the view, baby?â
She murmurs.
You just nod, running your fingers through her hair as the other three continue licking and kissing each other clean a few feet away.
December is going to be long.
But tonight⌠tonight was worth it.
ââŚIâm sorry.â
You say quietly.
âFor sleeping with so many different women this month. I got carried away.â
Karina just lazily shakes her head, a soft smile on her lips. Some of your cum is still drying on her cheek as she looks up at you with warm, affectionate eyes.
âDonât apologize, baby. The hardest part for me wasnât even trying not to cum⌠it was knowing you were fucking one woman after another. Every time I thought about it - you bending someone over, filling them up, making them moan your name - I got so incredibly wet.â
She lets out a small, embarrassed laugh.
âI donât think I can go through another month like this next year. It was torture⌠the good kind.â
You chuckle, continuing playing with her hair.
âYouâre only saying that to lower my guard for next year, arenât you?â
Karina laughs brightly and shakes her head again, playfully biting your thigh.
âMaybe.â
She teases.
By now, the other three girls have finished cleaning each other. Ningning, Giselle, and Winter crawl over and gently rest their faces on your thighs as well, cheeks pressed against your skin like tired but satisfied kittens.
Ningning and Giselle still have that lustful fire burning in their eyes, clearly not done yet. Winter, on the other hand, looks completely exhausted, her eyelids heavy and threatening to fall shut any second, even as she nuzzles softly against your leg.
Karina leans forward and presses one last soft, intimate kiss to the head of your cock, her lips lingering for a moment before she pulls back and looks up at you again.
Then, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, she says:
âWhat if⌠instead of No Nut November next year⌠we do Nonstop Nut November?â
She smiles sweetly.
âYou have to keep cuming the entire month. And if you can still cum at midnight on the very last day⌠you win.â
The other girls lift their heads slightly, intrigued. Ningningâs eyes sparkle with excitement. Giselle bites her lip. Even Winter seems to wake up a little at the idea.
You stare down at Karina, completely speechless for a moment.
She just grins, clearly proud of herself.
âSo⌠what do you think, baby?â
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Thank you all for waiting this long. I apologize for being so damn late. I hope you guys enjoy this and are satisfied with the conclusion of last years NNN.
(Karina X Giselle X Winter X Ningning X Irene X Seulgi X Wendy X Joy X Yeri X Male Reader) Word count: 29638 words
You find yourself in one of SMâs private gyms. A smaller, more exclusive space reserved for senior artists. The only sounds are the faint hum of the air conditioning and Seulgiâs shaky breathing.
Seulgi is leaning back against the mirrored wall, her leggings pulled down to her knees, legs spread as wide as the fabric allows. Her sports bra is pushed up, exposing her toned stomach and perky tits. Sheâs trembling, one hand gripping the bar behind her for support, the other tangled in your hair.
Youâre on your knees between her legs, face buried in her pussy. You drag your tongue slowly up her slit, savoring her taste, before focusing on her swollen clit. You suck it gently into your mouth, flicking your tongue over the sensitive bud in steady, relentless circles.
Seulgi lets out a broken whimper, her hips jerking forward.
âOh my godâŚâ
You hum against her, the vibration making her thighs shake harder. You keep most of your attention on her clit and pussy, licking, sucking, occasionally sliding your tongue inside her to taste her dripping arousal. Every time her moans start climbing higher, you pull back just a little, only to dive back in.
But occasionally, you shift lower. You drag your tongue down to her tight little asshole, giving it a slow, teasing lick. Seulgi gasps sharply, her whole body jolting at the unfamiliar sensation.
âAh-! There-wait-â
You donât stay long. Just enough to give her a taste of whatâs coming soon. Then you move back up to her clit, sucking harder, making her forget the brief tease.
Seulgiâs legs are shaking violently at the teasing. Her free hand flies to her mouth, trying to muffle her moans, but itâs useless.
âYou taste amazing.â
You murmur against her soaked pussy.
âSo fucking sweet.â
Seulgi whines, her hips grinding desperately against your face.
âDonât stop-please-Iâm so closeâŚâ
You focus on her clit again, tongue moving faster, two fingers sliding into her tight pussy and curling upward to hit that perfect spot. Seulgiâs back arches, her abs flexing as she trembles on the edge.
The combination is too much for her. With a choked cry, she cums hard on your tongue, her pussy gushing around your fingers as her thighs clamp around your head. Her whole body shakes uncontrollably, soft, desperate whimpers spilling from her lips while you keep licking her through her orgasm.
The gym is quiet again, save for Seulgiâs heavy, ragged breathing as she slowly comes down from her orgasm. Her legs are still trembling, one hand gripping the bar, the other your head. You give her clit one last gentle lick, then pull back and stand up. Seulgiâs eyes are glassy, cheeks flushed, lips parted as she tries to catch her breath.
Before she can fully recover, you turn her around. Seulgi lets out a soft, surprised whimper as you spin her, pressing her front against the wall, the bar digging into her hips. Her ass is now right in front of your face. And you donât waste time. You spread her cheeks apart with both hands and dive in. Your tongue immediately finds her tight little hole, licking broad, wet stripes over it before circling the rim. Seulgiâs reaction is instant. A loud, broken moan escapes her as her legs start shaking harder.
âOh fuck!â
You eat her ass greedily, tongue pressing inside her tight ring, licking and sucking while your hands knead her soft cheeks. Seulgiâs moans grow louder and more desperate, her forehead pressed against the wall as her body trembles.
âShit-that feels so-ahh-dirty-donât stop-â
Her legs are shaking so violently now that you have to hold her hips steady to keep her upright. Sheâs moaning louder than before, completely lost in the sensation of your tongue on her ass.
Suddenly-
The sound of the door opening echoes through the gym. Both of you freeze instantly. Seulgiâs eyes go wide with panic. You quickly pull your face away from her ass and stand up. You help her yank her leggings back up over her hips while she whimpers softly, still sensitive and unsteady on her feet.
You move fast, stepping over to the rack of dumbbells and grabbing a random pair, pretending to use them. Seulgi collapses onto a nearby bench, crossing her legs tightly and trying to look like sheâs just taking a break, breathing hard and flushed.
A second later, Wendy rounds the corner.
Sheâs wearing tight gray leggings that hug her toned legs and a black cropped top. The top is sheer enough to show the bra underneath, and it exposes a generous amount of her toned midriff. Her hair is tied back, and sheâs carrying a small water bottle.
âOh-hey.â
She says, blinking in surprise.
âI didnât know anyone else was using this gym today.â
She looks between you and Seulgi, tilting her head slightly. Seulgi is still visibly flushed, breathing a little too hard, while youâre standing there holding dumbbells you clearly werenât actually using.
Wendyâs eyes narrow just a fraction, a small, curious smile forming on her lips.
ââŚEverything okay?â
Seulgi forces a smile.
âY-yeah. Just⌠working out.â
You nod, trying to look casual. Wendy doesnât look convinced, especially since you arenât even at the same company. So what are you doing here? Just working out with Seulgi?
Wendy walks past you with a casual stride, but as she does, she turns her head slightly and suddenly gives you a teasing wink. Her eyes sparkle with knowing amusement before she continues toward the treadmill area.
That single wink makes your heart stutter. You suddenly remember what Yeri said in her car, the first time she made her move on you.
âWendy told me herself. After your radio show together. She said you must be packing.â
And now, after what happened with Yeri in the bathroom⌠the pictures, the stall, the way Yeri had been so eager to send themâŚ
Youâre almost certain Wendy knows. The thought makes your stomach tighten. How much does she know? Did Yeri tell her everything? Or did Wendy only hear stuff about you with her? Maybe Joy mentioned something?
You try to push the thought aside and actually focus on working out. You pick up a pair of dumbbells and start doing some shoulder presses, but your concentration is shot. Seulgi eventually pulls herself together too. She stands up from the bench, still a little shaky on her legs, and moves over to the leg press machine. She adjusts the weight and starts her set, but you can tell sheâs still sensitive. Every movement makes her bite her lip and breathe a little harder than usual.
The gym feels far too small now. You keep stealing glances. At Seulgi, her tight leggings hugging her ass and thighs as she pushes through her reps, the faint sheen of sweat on her exposed midriff. At Wendy, her top riding up every time she moves on the treadmill, showing off that smooth, toned stomach youâve fantasized about since your dream. The way her leggings cling to her legs and ass as she runs is impossible to ignore.
Both of them have incredible bodies. Tight, fit, and currently glistening with the beginning of a workout sweat. Itâs incredibly hard to concentrate. Every time you try to focus on your own sets, your eyes drift. Seulgiâs ass flexing on the leg press. Wendyâs tits bouncing slightly with each stride on the treadmill. The way both of them occasionally glance in your direction when they think youâre not looking.
The air in the gym feels thick with tension.
Wendy finishes another set on the treadmill and slows it to a walk. She wipes her forehead with the back of her wrist, then casually glances over at Seulgi, who is still focused on the leg press machine with her back turned to the bench area.
A small, mischievous smile curves Wendyâs lips. She steps off the treadmill and walks toward the flat bench.
âHey.â
She says sweetly, loud enough for Seulgi to potentially hear if she were paying attention.
âCan you spot me for a few reps?â
You know exactly what sheâs doing, if sheâs doing what you think sheâs doing. You walk over and stand at the head of the bench as Wendy lies down on her back. She adjusts her position, arms reaching up toward the barbell. She glances one last time toward Seulgiâs back to make sure sheâs still facing away, then reaches past the barbell and hooks her fingers into the waistband of your shorts and tugs them down, along with your boxers. Your cock springs free, already half-hard from watching these two women work out. Wendyâs eyes light up. She hums in quiet satisfaction, biting her lower lip.
âYeri wasnât lying. She told me your cock would taste amazing in my mouth.â
She wraps one hand around your shaft and gives it a few slow, firm strokes, thumb brushing over the head.
âShe showed me pictures, you know.â
Wendy continues, stroking your cock.
âThe ones from the bathroom. God⌠Yeri looked so fucking hot with your cock in her mouth. All messy and ruined like that.â
Youâre surprised. You didnât expect Yeri to actually show Wendy those explicit shots you took. The realization sends a fresh rush of heat through you. You glance quickly at Seulgiâs back. Sheâs still focused on her reps, completely unaware. When you look back down, Wendy has already pulled your cock a little closer. She leans her head back slightly on the bench, opens her mouth, and wraps her soft lips around the tip. She hums again, the vibration traveling straight down your shaft as she starts sucking gently on the head, tongue swirling slowly. Her eyes stay locked on yours the entire time, full of playful hunger. Her mouth feels incredible. She takes a little more of your cock, sucking with soft, unstable bobs while her hand continues to stroke the base.
She pulls off just long enough to whisper:
âSeulgiâs still busy⌠so be quiet for me, okay?â
Then she takes you back into her mouth, sucking a little deeper this time, clearly enjoying herself.
The risk of getting caught - with Seulgi just a few meters away, focused on her workout - only makes the moment hotter. You stand at the head of the bench, looking down at Wendy as she lies on her back, lips wrapped around the head of your cock. She canât bob her head properly in this position. The angle is too awkward. So, almost naturally, you start to carefully thrust into her waiting mouth. Slow, shallow movements at first. You slide your cock a little deeper between her soft lips, then pull back, letting her tongue swirl around you on every stroke. Wendy hums in approval, her eyes half-lidded as she looks up at you, clearly enjoying the way youâre using her mouth. You keep the thrusts gentle and controlled, careful not to make too much noise or move too fast. The wet, soft sounds of your cock sliding in and out of her mouth are quiet enough to stay hidden under the distant clank of Seulgiâs weights.
Youâre still surprised by how fast Wendy got into this though. One minute she is just walking into the gym, the next she is pulling your shorts down and sucking you off while Seulgi is only a few meters away. Yeri must have told her everything, maybe even showed her more pictures. And who knows what Joy might have said in passing. It seems the girls have been talking about you more than you realized.
Still, a thread of worry coils in your stomach.
Seulgi was the one who invited you here today. She was the one who wanted to âwork outâ with you. She was the one trembling under your tongue just minutes ago. If she turns around right now and sees Wendy sucking your cock⌠you have no idea how sheâll react. Jealousy? Anger? Hurt?
The thought makes you glance over at her again. Seulgi is still facing away, focused on her leg presses, completely unaware.
You look back down at Wendy. Sheâs watching you with a mischievous glint in her eyes, clearly noticing your momentary distraction. She opens her mouth a little wider, inviting you to push deeper, and gives your cock a slow, teasing suck when you do. Her tongue presses flat against the upper side as you carefully thrust into her warm, wet mouth. She takes you surprisingly well for the awkward angle, relaxing her throat and humming softly every time you slide in.
The contrast is dizzying.
Just minutes ago, you were eating Seulgiâs ass and pussy. Now Wendy is lying on the bench, greedily sucking you off while Seulgi works out just a few steps away, completely oblivious. Wendyâs hand comes up, gently cupping your balls as you continue your slow, careful thrusts. She looks up at you with that same playful, knowing smile around your cock, as if daring you to keep going. Youâre torn between the intense pleasure of her mouth and the constant, nagging worry that Seulgi might turn around at any second. Wendyâs throat visibly bulges just a little every time you push all the way in. The sight is incredibly hot. The subtle outline of your cock stretching her throat as she lies on her back, looking up at you with watery, lust-filled eyes. Wendy hums softly around you, clearly enjoying herself, her tongue working tirelessly along the underside of your shaft.
Youâre completely lost in the feeling when you hear the clank of weights behind you. Seulgi has finished her set.
Before she can turn around, you quickly pull your cock out of Wendyâs mouth with a wet pop. She licks her lips once, giving you a mischievous little smirk, then smoothly sits up and grabs the barbell like sheâs been doing bench presses the entire time.
You yank your shorts and boxers back up in one hurried motion, stepping behind the bench to âspotâ her.
Seulgi turns around a second later, wiping sweat from her forehead. You donât dare look at her. Youâre terrified sheâll see the guilt written all over your face. Instead, your eyes stay glued to Wendyâs tight, toned tummy as she pretends to push the barbell up. The way her abs flex and glisten with a light layer of sweat is dangerously distracting.
Wendy does a few fake reps, breathing a little heavier than necessary, then racks the barbell with a satisfied sigh.
âThanks for spotting.â
She says, glancing up at you with a teasing smile. Seulgi walks over, still catching her breath.
âYou guys working out together?â
You nod stiffly, trying to act normal.
A little while later, Wendy is doing Romanian deadlifts near the wall, her back turned to both of you. Her tight leggings hug her ass and thighs perfectly as she bends forward, the motion slow and controlled.
Seulgi takes the opportunity. She walks over to you quietly while youâre pretending to adjust weights on a rack. Without warning, she presses herself against your side, rises onto her tiptoes, and pulls you into a deep, hungry kiss. Her tongue slides into your mouth immediately, kissing you with clear desperation. One of her hands grips the front of your shirt as she whispers against your lips.
âI want you so bad⌠Iâve been wet since you ate me out earlierâŚâ
She grabs your wrist and boldly slips your hand into the front of her leggings. You immediately feel how soaked she is. Her pussy is hot and dripping. You push two fingers inside her without hesitation, curling them as you start fingering her slowly. Your other hand moves up under her sports bra, cupping one of her tits and squeezing it firmly, thumb brushing over her hard nipple. Seulgi whimpers quietly into your mouth, hips rolling against your hand as you finger her. Her pussy clenches around your fingers, still sensitive from her earlier orgasm.
âPlease⌠I need you inside me againâŚâ
You keep your hand buried in Seulgiâs leggings, two fingers thrusting steadily into her soaked pussy while your thumb circles her clit. Sheâs soaking wet, her juices coating your fingers and dripping down your palm as you finger-fuck her right there in the middle of the gym. Seulgiâs breathing is ragged. She leans back against you slightly, trying to stay quiet, but her voice comes out in desperate little whispers between shaky breaths.
âPlease⌠I need your cockâŚâ
She whimpers, trying to be quiet.
âIâve been thinking about it since you ate my ass⌠I want you to fuck me againâŚâ
You curl your fingers deeper, pressing against that sensitive spot inside her. Seulgiâs thighs tremble, her pussy clenching tightly around your digits as she struggles to keep her moans quiet.
âIâm so wet for you⌠please⌠just bend me over somewhere and fuck meâŚâ
Her words are barely above a whisper, but theyâre filthy and needy. She grinds down against your hand, chasing more friction while trying to look like sheâs just resting between sets.
A few moments later, you hear the clank of weights as Wendy finishes her set. She lets out a satisfied breath and starts to turn around. You quickly pull your hand out of Seulgiâs leggings. Your fingers are absolutely drenched, glistening with her arousal. You sit down on the bench behind you, casually reaching for your water bottle like nothing happened, trying to act normal.
Wendy turns around, wiping sweat from her neck, and smiles at the two of you. Seulgi, meanwhile, quickly faces the mirror and starts doing squats right in front of you, legs shoulder-width apart, ass pushed back as she lowers herself down. Her tight leggings stretch perfectly over her round ass with every rep. You can still see the faint wet spot where your fingers had been, and every time she squats down, her ass pushes back toward you, only a couple feet away.
You take a slow sip of water, but your eyes are glued to her. Seulgi glances at you through the mirror, cheeks still flushed. She lowers herself into another deep squat, holding it for a second longer than necessary, clearly teasing you. Wendy walks over to grab her own water bottle, completely unaware of the tension, while Seulgi continues squatting right in front of you, ass flexing, leggings clinging to her curves, still dripping from your fingers.
You canât tear your eyes away from Seulgi. Youâre so focused on the sight that you completely forget about Wendy for a moment.
Until her voice suddenly whispers right next to your ear.
âDo you like Seulgiâs ass?â
You nearly jump out of your skin, heart slamming in your chest. You turn your head quickly, embarrassed heat rushing to your face. Wendy is standing right beside you. She has a small, amused smile on her lips as she watches Seulgi continue her squats, completely unaware.
âItâs fine.â
Wendy murmurs, her voice low so only you can hear.
âI think Seulgiâs ass is really hot too.â
You donât know how to respond. Your mind is racing. Does Wendy know about you and Seulgi? About Irene? Or just about Yeri and Joy? How much have the girls been talking?
Before you can even think of a reply, Wendyâs hand sneaks down. She smoothly slips it into the front of your shorts, her fingers wrapping around your half-hard cock.
You stiffen, breath catching in your throat. Seulgi is still facing the mirror, focused on her form, completely distracted.
Wendy starts stroking you slowly, her grip firm and confident. She leans in closer, lips brushing your ear.
âLook at her⌠the way her ass moves when she squats. So fucking pretty.â
Her hand keeps moving inside your shorts. Youâre getting harder by the second in her hand.
âShe has no idea what Iâm doing to you right now.â
Wendy whispers, voice dripping with mischief.
âDoesnât that turn you on?â
You glance at Seulgi again - her ass pushing back toward you with every rep - while Wendy continues to stroke your cock, hidden from view but dangerously close to getting caught.
Wendy lets out a soft, amused hum against your ear.
âYouâre getting so hard⌠You really do like her ass, huh?â
She keeps stroking you steadily, her breath warm against your skin, clearly enjoying the risky situation while Seulgi remains oblivious just a few feet away. Every time she lowers herself, her round ass pushes back toward you, the tight leggings stretching deliciously over her cheeks. The sight is hypnotic. Her ass flexing, thighs working, the subtle bounce when she rises again.
Wendy leans in closer.
âLook at how perfect her ass looks when she squatsâŚâ
You bite down on your lower lip, trying to suppress a groan. The combination of Wendyâs hand jerking you off and the view of Seulgiâs ass moving so enticingly in front of you is driving you insane. You know how risky this is - Seulgi is barely two meters away - but Wendyâs strokes feel too good to make her stop.
Your cock throbs in her hand. Youâre rock hard now, breathing heavier than you should be while pretending to just watch Seulgi work out.
Seulgi lowers into another deep squat⌠then pauses at the bottom.
She turns her head slightly, clearly wanting to check if youâre watching her ass like she hopes you are.
The moment she does, she freezes. Her eyes widen. She sees Wendy standing right next to you, with her hand clearly buried inside your shorts, slowly stroking your cock. Seulgiâs mouth falls open in shock. Her cheeks flush instantly, a mix of surprise, jealousy, and something else flashing across her face all at once.
Wendy doesnât stop stroking you. If anything, her grip tightens slightly, clearly unbothered by being caught. Seulgiâs gaze drops to the obvious motion of Wendyâs hand inside your shorts, then back up to your face. Her lips part, but no words come out.
The gym suddenly feels suffocatingly quiet.
Seulgiâs eyes fill with disappointment and betrayal. She was the one who invited you here. She was the one who let you eat her out just minutes ago. And now sheâs watching Wendy stroke your cock like itâs the most natural thing in the world.
âOh⌠so you two have already been playing together. I thought so. The way you two were acting earlierâŚâ
Seulgi doesnât say anything. She just stands there, breathing hard, clearly hurt.
You feel a heavy wave of guilt crash over you. Seulgi invited you. She was the one who wanted this âworkoutâ session. And now sheâs watching another woman - one of her group mates - jerking you off right in front of her.
Before you can say anything, Wendy speaks again.
âWhy donât the three of us do it together right now?â
She glances at Seulgi with a wicked little smile.
âNo need to fight over him. We can share.â
Seulgi hesitates, clearly conflicted. Her eyes flick between you and Wendy, hurt still visible on her face. But underneath that, you can see the arousal. The way her thighs press together, the way her breathing hasnât calmed down.
After a few long seconds, she bites her lip⌠and nods.
ââŚOkay.â
Wendyâs smile widens in satisfaction. She pulls her hand out of your shorts and both girls move. They drop to their knees right in front of you, side by side on the gym floor. Together, they tug your shorts and boxers down. Your hard cock springs free, and both girls lean in immediately. Wendy goes first, wrapping her lips around the head and sucking greedily while Seulgi starts licking along the side of your shaft. They work together, Wendy bobbing on the head while Seulgi licks and kisses the length, occasionally sucking on your balls. You groan softly, one hand resting on Wendyâs head, the other on Seulgiâs. The sight of both of them on their knees, tongues and lips working your cock together, is overwhelming. Seulgi looks up at you with those big, slightly hurt but still hungry eyes as she licks along your shaft, clearly trying to prove something. Wendy pulls off for a second, stroking you as she looks at Seulgi with a smirk.
âSee? Sharing is better.â
Then she leans back in.
Wendy sucks on the head with wet, hungry slurps while Seulgi licks along the side of your shaft, sometimes moving down to suck on your balls. Their tongues occasionally meet, sliding against each other around your length in messy, filthy coordination. You groan quietly, one hand resting on Wendyâs head, the other now gently gripping Seulgiâs hair.
Between long, slow licks along your shaft, Seulgi looks up at you.
âI canât wait to have your cock in my ass againâŚâ
She murmurs, voice barely more than a needy moan.
âIâve been thinking about it since last timeâŚâ
Wendy pulls off the head of your cock, eyes widening in surprise as she looks at Seulgi.
âWait⌠youâve actually taken his cock up your ass before?â
Seulgi lets out a soft, slightly cocky laugh, still licking along the underside of your shaft.
âYeah. He fucked my ass really good.â
She says casually, then glances up at Wendy with a teasing smile.
âWhat? Youâve never tried it before?â
Wendy shakes her head, cheeks flushing a little.
âNo⌠never.â
Seulgiâs smile turns mischievous. She leans in and drags her tongue slowly from the base of your cock all the way to the tip before speaking again.
âYou should try it today. His cock feels incredible in your ass⌠especially when he gets rough.â
Wendyâs eyes flicker with clear interest. She looks back at your cock, now glistening with their combined spit, and licks her lips.
âMaybe I willâŚâ
Wendy takes you back into her mouth, sucking greedily while Seulgi licks and kisses the side and balls. They work together seamlessly - trading the head every few seconds, licking along your length, occasionally kissing each other with your cock trapped between their lips.
The wet, sloppy sounds of their mouths and tongues fill the small gym corner as they continue sucking you off, talking filthily between licks and sucks.
âYou gonna fuck both our asses today?â
Wendy hums around your cock in agreement, clearly intrigued by the idea now.
You can barely form a coherent thought. The sight and sensation of both girls eagerly worshipping your cock while casually talking about taking you in their asses is almost too much.
You canât stop the filthy images flooding your mind. Bending both of them over the bench, one after the other. Fucking Seulgiâs tight ass first, then pulling out and sliding straight into Wendyâs, switching back and forth between their perfect asses while they moan and push back against you. The thought of taking turns stretching both of their holes makes your cock throb hard between their lips.
Wendy and Seulgi seem to sense your growing arousal. They suck you off with even more enthusiasm, Wendy deepthroating you while Seulgi licks and sucks on your balls, then switching so Seulgi can take you deep while Wendy strokes the base.
Between wet slurps and moans, Seulgi looks at Wendy, eyes sparkling with mischief.
âI can teach you. How to take his cock in your ass⌠It feels so fucking good once you get used to it.â
Wendy pulls off your cock with a gasp. She looks genuinely intrigued, a flush creeping up her neck.
âYouâd really show me?â
Seulgi smiles, clearly excited by the idea.
âOf course. We can do it right now.â
She turns her head toward you, still stroking your cock with one hand.
âCan you hand me the lube? Itâs in my bag right behind you.â
You reach back without thinking, grabbing Seulgiâs small gym bag and handing it to her. She quickly rummages inside and pulls out a small bottle of lube, holding it up with a wicked little grin. Wendyâs eyes widen slightly as she stares at the bottle, but thereâs clear excitement mixed with nervousness on her face. Seulgi leans in and gives the head of your cock another slow, teasing lick before looking up at both of you.
âYou should fuck me from behind.â
She suggests, her eyes dark with lust.
âThat way Wendy can hold my ass cheeks apart and get a really good view.â
You blink, slightly thrown off by how casually and comfortably sheâs talking like this. Seulgi has always been the playful, sometimes bratty one, but this level of openness - especially with Wendy right here - feels new. Then again, you remind yourself, sheâs close friends with you and Wendy is literally her group member. Of course she feels comfortable.
Seulgi doesnât wait for a verbal answer. She stands up and climbs onto the flat bench on all fours, arching her back and pushing her ass toward you invitingly. Her tight leggings stretch tightly over her round cheeks. You get off the bench and step behind her. You canât resist. You bring your hand down in a firm, loud slap against her right ass cheek.
Smack!
Seulgi gasps sharply, then bites her lip hard, letting out a needy little whimper. She wiggles her ass back toward you playfully.
âAnother one, pleaseâŚâ
She murmurs teasingly.
You slap her left cheek this time, harder.
Smack!
Seulgi moans softly, her back arching deeper as she pushes her ass out even more.
You grab the waistband of her leggings and slowly peel them down over her hips, revealing her perfect, bare ass inch by inch. The fabric catches briefly on her thick cheeks before sliding down to her knees, fully exposing her. Her pussy is still visibly wet and swollen from earlier, and her tight little asshole twitches slightly under your gaze. Wendy has moved closer now, kneeling beside the bench, eyes glued to Seulgiâs ass with clear fascination and arousal.
Seulgi glances back over her shoulder at you.
âGo on⌠show her how you fucked my ass last time.â
You step closer behind Seulgi, your hands gripping her firm ass cheeks. You spread them wide apart, fully exposing both her dripping pussy and her tight little asshole. Seulgi lets out a shaky breath, already trembling in anticipation. You lean in and drag your tongue slowly from her clit all the way up, licking through her soaked folds before continuing higher. When your tongue circles her asshole, Seulgiâs entire body jolts.
âAh-! Fuck-!â
She moans, pushing her ass back against your face.
You donât hold back. You bury your face between her cheeks, eating her out with hungry, sloppy enthusiasm. Your tongue alternates between her pussy and her ass, long, wet licks through her dripping folds, then firm circles and teasing thrusts against her tight rim. Every time you push your tongue into her ass, Seulgi whimpers and shakes.
âOh my god-yes-right there-eat my ass-!â
Sheâs melting fast. Her arms tremble as she tries to hold herself up on the bench, back arched deeply, pushing her ass harder against your mouth. Her moans grow louder and needier, completely shameless now.
Wendy watches intently from the side, kneeling beside the bench. Her eyes are dark with lust as she watches Seulgi fall apart under your tongue. One of her hands slowly slides down her own body, slipping between her thighs. She starts rubbing herself through her own leggings, pressing her fingers against her crotch as she bites her lip.
âFuck⌠she looks so good like this.â
Wendy whispers, voice thick with arousal. Her hand moves in slow circles over her leggings, clearly getting turned on watching you devour Seulgiâs holes.
Seulgiâs legs are shaking violently now.
âDonât stop-please-your tongue feels so fucking good in my ass-ahh-!â
You spread her cheeks even wider, burying your face deeper, alternating between sucking on her clit and tonguing her tight little hole. Seulgi is losing it completely, moaning loudly, hips pushing back desperately against your mouth.
Wendyâs breathing is getting heavier as she watches, her hand rubbing faster between her legs, eyes glued to the fascinating sight in front of her.
You finally pull your face back from Seulgiâs ass. Her holes are glistening with your spit, her pussy visibly dripping down her thighs. She whimpers at the loss of contact, pushing her ass back toward you needily. You reach for the bottle of lube Seulgi had taken out earlier. You pop the cap and pour a generous amount directly onto her ass, watching the thick, clear liquid drip down between her cheeks and over her tight little hole. You squeeze more onto your cock, stroking yourself a few times to coat every inch until youâre shiny and slick.
Seulgi shivers, letting out a soft, anticipatory moan. You look over at Wendy, who is still kneeling beside the bench, hand pressed between her own legs.
âNoona, hold her ass cheeks apart for me.â
Wendyâs eyes light up with clear excitement. She immediately moves closer, reaching out with both hands. She grabs Seulgiâs plump ass and spreads her cheeks wide, fully exposing her lubed-up hole.
âLike this?â
Wendy asks as she stares intently at Seulgiâs ass.
âPerfect.â
Seulgi lets out a shaky breath, her body trembling as she feels herself being held open. Wendyâs fingers dig into her soft flesh, keeping her spread nice and wide for you. You press the slick head of your cock against Seulgiâs tight asshole. You push forward slowly, watching as her rim stretches around your thick tip. Seulgi moans loudly, her back arching as you gradually sink into her.
âOh fuck-youâre so bigâŚâ
You keep pushing until youâre buried halfway inside her tight, hot ass. The lube makes the slide smooth, but sheâs still incredibly tight. Wendy watches with wide, fascinated eyes, biting her lip as she sees your cock disappearing into Seulgiâs ass.
You start fucking her slowly at first. Long, deep strokes. Then, gradually picking up the pace. Every thrust makes Seulgi moan louder, her body rocking forward on the bench. Wendyâs breathing grows heavier as she continues holding Seulgiâs cheeks apart, giving herself (and you) the perfect view of your cock sliding in and out of her memberâs ass.
âFuck⌠that looks so good.â
Wendy is completely mesmerized.
âHer ass is taking you so wellâŚâ
You keep thrusting into Seulgiâs tight, lubed-up ass with steady, deep strokes. The sensation is incredible. Every time you push in, her walls clench around you, and she lets out a shaky, needy moan.
âFuck-your cock feels so good in my assâŚâ
Suddenly-
The sound of the gym door opening echoes through the space.
All three of you freeze instantly.
You, buried deep in Seulgiâs ass.
Wendy, still spreading her cheeks.
Seulgi, on all fours on the bench, leggings around her knees.
A male trainee - early twenties, wearing a black tank top and shorts - steps into the gym, holding a water bottle. He stops dead in his tracks the second he sees the scene in front of him.
His eyes go wide with pure shock.
Seulgi recognizes him first. Her face flushes deep red, but instead of panic, something bold flashes in her eyes.
Seulgi cuts him off, voice still shaky from being fucked.
âYou can join us.â
She says, looking over her shoulder at him.
The words hang in the air.
Wendyâs eyes widen slightly, but she doesnât let go of Seulgiâs ass. You remain still, cock buried inside Seulgi, heart pounding as the situation suddenly spirals.
The male trainee stands there, mouth open, clearly unable to process what heâs seeing. Three famous idols in such a compromising, explicit position.
Seulgi bites her lip, then adds softly:
âCome here⌠you donât have to just watch.â
You resume thrusting into Seulgiâs tight, lubed ass while Wendy holds her cheeks spread wide for you. Your cock disappears between her plump cheeks again and again. Wendyâs eyes are glued to the sight, until she glances at the trainee, whoâs still standing there motionless, clearly hard underneath his shorts.
Wendy doesnât hesitate. She motions for him to walk closer and lets go of Seulgiâs ass. Once he reaches her, she grabs the front of his shorts and yanks them down. His cock springs free. Wendy wraps her hand around his length and starts stroking him slowly, looking up at him with a filthy little smile.
âLook at you⌠already so hard just from watching him fuck Seulgiâs ass.â
She purrs, clearly liking the idea of seducing someone younger and more inexperienced than her.
âYou like seeing your sunbaes act like this? Two famous girls being such dirty little sluts in the gym?â
He lets out a shaky breath, clearly overwhelmed but unable to look away.
Wendy leans in and takes him into her mouth without another word. She starts sucking him off with wet, eager bobs of her head, one hand stroking the base while her tongue swirls around the head.
You continue fucking Seulgiâs ass, your hips slapping against her cheeks rhythmically. Seulgi moans louder, pushing back against you, completely lost in the feeling.
âFuck-keep going-keep going-!â
Wendy pulls off the traineeâs cock for a second, stroking him fast as strings of spit drip from her lips.
âSheâs such a good little anal slut, isnât she?â
Wendy teases him, then dives back down, sucking him deeper while you keep pounding Seulgi from behind. The older girlâs legs are shaking harder, her moans growing more desperate as you ruin her ass. Her tight ring grips you perfectly, slick from the lube. Every thrust draws out another broken, desperate moan from her.
Actually, Seulgi is barely able to form coherent sentences anymore, but she still tries to tease the trainee, her voice shaky and hoarse between moans.
âHave you⌠ahh-ever tried anal beforeâŚ?â
She gasps, pushing her ass back against you.
âIt feels so fucking good⌠you want my ass too⌠donât youâŚ?â
The traineeâs eyes are wide. He can barely speak. Wendy continues sucking him off eagerly, her head bobbing fast, spit dripping down her chin as she works his cock. She moans around him, clearly enjoying the filthy situation.
You glance over at the trainee for a moment.
Itâs too much for him. His eyes roll back. He tries to warn Wendy, his voice cracking.
âW-Wendy-Iâm-fuck-Iâm gonna-â
He doesnât even finish the sentence.
He cums hard, groaning loudly as he paints Wendyâs face with thick ropes of cum. The first shot lands across her cheek, the second on her lips and nose, the rest dripping down her chin and onto her chest. Wendy keeps sucking him through it, milking every drop until heâs spent and trembling. When he stops cuming, Wendyâs face is a beautiful mess, covered in the traineeâs cum, some of it dripping down onto her tits.
Seulgi looks over, still getting fucked in the ass, and lets out a breathless laugh.
âWow⌠he came so fast.â
She teases, then looks at Wendy.
âHey⌠do you want Jin-wolâs cock in your ass too?â
Wendy wipes a streak of cum from her cheek with her finger and licks it off, eyes dark with lust.
âYeahâŚI want it.â
She answers, then looks up at the trainee.
âBut first⌠I need to get you hard again. So you can fuck Seulgiâs ass while he fucks mine.â
His eyes widen again, clearly not believing what heâs hearing.
You keep thrusting into Seulgiâs tight, lubed-up ass with deep, rhythmic strokes. Her cheeks jiggle with every impact. The wet, filthy sound of your cock sliding in and out of her makes you dig your fingers into her waist harder. Seulgiâs moans are constant and needy, her body rocking forward on the bench with each thrust.
âFuck-youâre gaping my ass âŚâ
She pushes back against you, desperate for more.
Wendy, her face covered in the traineeâs cum, wraps her hand around his softening cock and starts stroking him slowly, leaning in to lick the remnants of his load off his shaft.
âCome on⌠get hard for me again. I want to watch you fuck Seulgiâs ass while he fucks mine.â
He lets out a shaky breath, but Wendyâs skilled hand and filthy words are already working. She leans forward and takes him back into her mouth, sucking gently at first, then with more purpose, bobbing her head as she tries to bring him back to full hardness.
Seulgi glances over at them, still getting her ass fucked, and lets out a breathless laugh mixed with a moan.
âLook at you⌠already trying to get hard again just so you can fuck my assâŚâ
She teases the trainee, voice trembling from your thrusts.
âYou want it, donât you? You want to stretch my tight little assholeâŚâ
You keep pounding into Seulgi from behind, one hand gripping her hip while the other occasionally slaps her ass, making her whimper louder. Her walls clench around you, still incredibly tight despite how long youâve been fucking her.
Wendy pulls off the traineeâs cock for a moment, stroking him firmly as she looks up at him with cum-streaked cheeks.
âHeâs getting hard again.â
She says with a satisfied smile, then dives back down, sucking him deeper, determined to get him ready. He groans, his cock visibly twitching and starting to harden again in Wendyâs mouth as he watches you destroy Seulgiâs ass right in front of him.
Seulgi moans louder, clearly getting off on the entire filthy situation.
âFuck me harder⌠show him how you ruin my assâŚâ
You continue fucking Seulgiâs ass with deep, controlled thrusts, savoring how tightly she clenches around you. Her moans are constant and shaky, her body rocking forward on the bench with every slap of your hips against her ass. Wendy continues sucking the traineeâs cock with wet, eager bobs of her head, her hand stroking what she canât fit in her mouth. After a while, she pulls off with a slick pop.
âIf I keep going, youâre gonna cum again too fast.â
She says playfully, licking her lips.
âAnd we canât have that, can we?â
The traineeâs face turns bright red with embarrassment, but his cock twitches visibly in her hand.
You slowly pull out of Seulgiâs ass, watching her hole flutter and wink at the sudden emptiness. She lets out a soft, needy whine. You help Wendy climb onto the bench beside Seulgi, positioning both women on their backs, lying next to each other. Seulgiâs head is near Wendyâs thighs, and Wendyâs head is near Seulgiâs thighs.
You kneel down between Wendyâs spread legs first. You lean in and start eating her out, dragging your tongue from her dripping pussy down to her tight little asshole, licking and sucking both holes with slow strokes. Wendy gasps, her hips twitching as she feels your tongue on her.
Meanwhile, Seulgi turns her head slightly toward the trainee and hands him the bottle of lube.
âPut a lot on your cock.â
She instructs softly, still breathing hard from your pounding.
âAnd in my ass too. Make sure itâs really slippery⌠then you can fuck me.â
He takes the lube with slightly shaky hands, clearly nervous but extremely turned on. He squeezes a generous amount onto his cock and then positions the bottle at Seulgiâs hole.
You continue eating Wendyâs ass and pussy, tongue circling her tight rim while two fingers slide into her soaked cunt, curling them as you get her ready. Wendyâs moans grow louder, her hand reaching down to grip your hair.
Seulgi glances over at you and Wendy, then back at the trainee, her voice breathy but teasing.
âGo on⌠put it in my assâŚâ
You stay between Wendyâs legs, focusing entirely on her. Your tongue alternates between her dripping pussy and her tight little asshole. Long, slow licks through her folds, then firm circles and teasing thrusts against her rim. Wendy moans softly, her thighs trembling around your head as she enjoys your mouth.
In the background, you hear Seulgiâs breath hitch sharply.
âAh-slow⌠fuck-youâre really putting it in my assâŚâ
You glance over just in time to see him slowly pushing his cock into Seulgiâs freshly lubed-up hole. Heâs going slow, clearly nervous. Seulgiâs face is flushed red, mouth open in a moan as she takes him inch by inch. Once heâs fully buried, he starts fucking her ass with shallow, careful thrusts. Seulgiâs moans grow louder again, trying push against him.
âFuck-yes-just like thatâŚâ
You turn your attention back to Wendy, sucking on her clit while sliding two fingers into her pussy. She lets out a shaky moan, one hand gripping your hair tighter. A few moments later, you stand up, your cock hard and throbbing. You motion toward the trainee.
âLube.â
He is clearly lost in the feeling of Seulgiâs tight ass around him. It takes him a few seconds to register your words. He finally reaches over, grabs the bottle, and hands it to you with a dazed expression. You squeeze a generous amount onto your cock, stroking yourself to spread it evenly. Then you pour more directly onto Wendyâs asshole, watching the thick liquid drip down between her cheeks and onto the bench. Wendy watches you with pure excitement in her eyes, biting her lip as she spreads her legs wider for you. You press the slick head of your cock against her tight ring and start pushing in slowly. Wendy gasps sharply, her back arching off the bench as her asshole stretches around your thick cock.
âOh my god⌠itâs so bigâŚâ
Her voice trembles with a mix of discomfort and pleasure. You keep pushing forward steadily, sinking deeper into her incredibly tight heat. Wendyâs hands grip the sides of the bench, moaning loudly as you fill her ass inch by inch.
Beside you, Seulgi is moaning just as loudly, getting fucked in the ass by the trainee at the same time.
You push deeper into Wendyâs tight, virgin ass, going slow and careful. Sheâs incredibly tight, her walls gripping you like a vice as you sink in inch by inch. Wendyâs mouth falls open in a silent gasp, her eyes wide as she feels herself stretch around your thick cock. Seulgi reaches out, searching for Wendyâs hand. Their fingers lock together tightly, holding onto each other as you two start picking up the pace just a little, still careful, but deeper and harder now.
Wendy squeezes Seulgiâs hand hard, letting out a shaky moan.
âFuck⌠itâs so fullâŚyour cock is stretching my ass so muchâŚâ
Seulgi moans back, eyes half-lidded as the trainee fucks her ass.
âIt gets better⌠just relax and take it⌠ahh-fuck, heâs getting deeperâŚâ
You keep one hand on Wendyâs thigh, holding her leg open while you thrust into her ass. Your other hand slides up under her cropped top, squeezing one of her soft, perky tits roughly, pinching her nipple between your fingers.
Wendy arches her back, moaning louder as you play with her tits and fuck her ass at the same time.
âOh god-yes-squeeze them harder-â
The trainee is breathing heavily, clearly in heaven as he fucks Seulgiâs ass. Seulgi looks over at Wendy, their fingers still tightly interlocked.
âFeels good, right? Getting your ass fucked while he plays with your titsâŚâ
Wendy can only nod, another moan spilling from her lips as you thrust a little deeper.
Both girls are moaning and talking filthily now, holding hands while getting their asses fucked side by side on the bench. Their bodies rock in time with your thrusts, tits bouncing, legs shaking.
You continue squeezing and playing with Wendyâs tits, your cock sliding in and out of her tight ass while the trainee does the same to Seulgi right next to you.
The sight and sensation are overwhelming.
You keep thrusting into Wendyâs tight ass with deeper, more forceful strokes, your hips slapping against her cheeks as you bury yourself to the hilt again and again. At the same time, you move your hand from her thigh and find her clit, rubbing it in fast, firm circles with your fingers.
Wendyâs reaction is loud.
âFuck! Yes-keep doing that!â
Beside you, the trainee watches what youâre doing and follows your lead. He leans forward, sliding one hand under Seulgiâs sports bra and groping her breast, squeezing and playing with her nipple as he continues fucking her ass.
Seulgi moans even louder, her back arching sharply.
âAh-! Yes-just like that!â
Both girls get significantly louder now. Their moans and whimpers fill the gym as they hold hands tightly, bodies rocking from the thrusts. The obscene sound of two cocks sliding in and out of their lubed asses mixes with their desperate noises.
You rub Wendyâs clit faster, pinching it lightly between your fingers while you pound her ass with more power. Her tits bounce wildly under her crop top with every hard thrust. Her head falls back, eyes rolling as she loses herself completely.
âIâm-Iâm so full-your cock in my ass feels so fucking good-!â
Seulgi glances over at her, moaning just as shamelessly while the trainee fucks her ass and gropes her tits.
âTake it⌠let him wreck your tight little holeâŚâ
You keep the intense pace, fingers working Wendyâs clit relentlessly while your cock stretches her ass. The trainee matches your energy, slamming into Seulgi harder as he squeezes her breast.
Both girls are trembling, moaning louder and louder, completely lost in the filthy double anal fucking. You glance over at the trainee and Seulgi.
âSlap her tits. She likes it rough.â
The traineeâs eyes widen, his thrusts faltering for a second as he looks at Seulgi.
Seulgi whimpers in excitement, bucking her hips toward him desperately.
âDo it. Slap my tits while you fuck my ass-please-I want it-â
The trainee hesitates for only a moment longer before he reaches forward. He pulls her bra upward, off her tits. Then, his hand comes down in a firm slap across Seulgiâs left tit.
Seulgi moans loudly, her body jolting.
âYes! Again!â
Encouraged, the trainee starts slapping her tits rhythmically as he fucks her ass harder, his thrusts becoming quicker and more frantic. Every slap makes Seulgiâs tits jiggle, her moans growing louder and more desperate.
You turn your full attention back to Wendy. You rub her clit faster while slamming into her ass, burying your cock to the hilt with every thrust. Wendyâs moans turn into sharp, broken cries as she gets closer and closer.
Suddenly, Wendyâs entire body seizes up.
âIâm-Iâm cuming-fuck-!â
She squirts hard, a powerful jet of clear fluid gushing out around your cock and soaking your shirt, her stomach, and even splashing across Seulgiâs face. Wendy shakes violently, her ass clenching rhythmically around your cock as she rides out her intense orgasm. The surprise of squirting makes her cry out even louder. But you donât stop. You keep fucking her ass through her climax, drawing out every wave until her body slowly starts to calm down, trembling and whimpering.
The feeling of Wendy squirting all over her face pushes Seulgi over the edge too. Her eyes roll back as she cums hard, her ass clamping down fiercely around the traineeâs cock.
âIâm cuming-! Fuck-my ass-!â
She screams, her body spasming on the bench. Her tits bounce as the trainee keeps slapping them and frantically thrusting into her ass, clearly on the verge himself.
You and the trainee exchange a quick, silent glance. Without a word, you both slowly pull out of their asses at the same time. Seulgi and Wendy are both breathing hard, bodies still twitching from their orgasms. You both move so that you stand on either side of them. Wendy reaches up first, wrapping her hand around your cock and stroking you fast and firm. Seulgi does the same to the trainee, her hand moving quickly along his length.
Both girls look up at you with flushed, fucked-out faces, still covered in sweat and cum.
âCome on.â
Wendy moans, stroking you faster, her face still covered in drying cum.
âCum for meâŚâ
Seulgi looks at the trainee with a wicked little smile.
âPaint me⌠I want it allâŚâ
You groan deeply as you explode, thick ropes of cum shooting across Wendyâs toned stomach and abs. At the same time, the trainee groans and unloads onto Seulgi, painting her stomach and tits with his load. Their midriffs and waists get hit with spurts of cum. One after another. Seulgiâs abs are barely visible beneath the milky white, while your cum runs down the sides of Wendyâs waist. Both girls moan as theyâre covered, stroking you through your orgasms until youâre completely spent.
Wendy and Seulgi look down at their cum-covered stomachs, breathing hard, a mix of satisfaction and lingering lust on their faces.
The gym is silent except for the heavy breathing of all four of you.
Youâre sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone. The apartment is quiet. Karina is out for a late schedule, and Giselle hasnât come back yet. Perfect timing.
You had texted Ningning earlier after she messaged you that she has everything you asked of her and that sheâs waiting for you. Her last reply had been short, but you could feel the mix of nervousness and excitement even through the screen.
The doorbell rings.
You get up, buzz her into the building, then sit back down on the couch, heart beating a little faster in anticipation. A few minutes later, thereâs a soft knock on the apartment door.
You donât get up.
âCome in.â
You call out. The door opens slowly. Ningning steps inside.
She closes the door behind her with a quiet click and stands there in the entryway, hands fidgeting with the hem of her tiny white skirt.
Sheâs wearing exactly what you had in mind.
A sheer, see-through mesh top that barely covers anything, her black bra clearly visible underneath. The white skirt is ridiculously short, barely covering the tops of her thighs. The straps of her panties are clearly visible on her waist. Her legs are covered in torn fishnet stockings, and on her neck sits the delicate black choker with the word âslutâ spelled out in silver letters.
Ningning stands still, cheeks burning red. She canât even look you in the eyes at first. Her gaze is fixed on the floor, shoulders slightly hunched in embarrassment, but you can see the excited sparkle in her eyes when she finally dares to glance up at you.
âHi.â
She says quietly, almost whispering. Her voice is shy, but thereâs a tremble of anticipation underneath it.
You donât say anything right away. You just lean back on the couch and take your time admiring her.
Your eyes slowly drag over her body. From the way the sheer top clings to her chest and shows off her toned midriff, down to the tiny skirt that looks like it could ride up with the slightest movement, and the fishnets hugging her smooth legs. The âslutâ choker sits perfectly against her neck, completing the look.
Ningning shifts her weight from one foot to the other, clearly feeling your gaze like a physical touch. Her cheeks grow even redder, but she doesnât try to cover herself. She just stands there, letting you look.
âTurn around for me.â
Ningning bites her lip, then slowly turns, giving you a full view of her ass in that tiny skirt. The hem barely covers the bottom of her cheeks. You let the silence stretch for a few more seconds, drinking in the sight of her dressed exactly how you wanted. Embarrassed, shy, but clearly excited to be here for you.
Ningning glances over her shoulder at you.
âIs this okay?â
You lean back on the couch, eyes slowly dragging over Ningningâs body once more before you speak.
âItâs okay. Go get me a drink.â
Ningning freezes for a second. You see the way she bites her lip, her jaw tightening. Thereâs clear resistance in her eyes. That familiar proud, bratty spark flaring up. Being ordered around like this obviously doesnât sit well with her. For a moment, you think she might refuse.
But after a few tense seconds, she lowers her gaze and turns toward the kitchen without a word.
You watch her walk away, the tiny white skirt swaying with every step, the sheer top doing almost nothing to hide her body. A strange, intoxicating sense of power washes over you. It feels weird⌠almost wrong. But at the same time, itâs thrilling. Youâre surprised how much of Ningningâs pride youâve already managed to chip away at. Part of you wonders just how far you could push her tonight.
But you quickly push that thought aside. You donât want to be cruel. You just want to teach her a lesson.
A minute later, Ningning returns. Sheâs holding a glass of whiskey with ice, her steps careful. She stops in front of you and extends her arm, handing you the glass. You take it, letting your fingers brush against hers on purpose. Ningningâs eyes flicker with annoyance, but she doesnât pull away immediately.
She stands there for a moment, clearly waiting. Then, with a slightly sharp edge to her voice, she asks:
âWhat do you want me to do next?â
The question comes out polite on the surface, but thereâs a clear hint of irritation underneath. That stubborn, prideful part of her is refusing to disappear completely.
You take a slow sip of the whiskey as you look her up and down again.
Ningning shifts her weight, waiting for your command, her cheeks still faintly flushed with a mix of embarrassment and reluctant excitement.
You take another slow sip of whiskey, letting the silence stretch as you watch Ningning stand there in front of you.
Youâre genuinely surprised at how easy it was. Just a little neglect, a little withholding of attention, and Ningning - the proud, sharp-tongued, gorgeous Ningning - had started cracking. She went from calling Giselle a slut and whore to showing up at your door dressed like this, waiting for your next command.
Now the real lesson could begin.
You set the glass down and lean forward slightly, eyes locked on hers.
âDid you get rid of the âdumbassâ I wrote on your back?â
Ningningâs body visibly tenses. For a split second, something flickers in her eyes. Regret, embarrassment, maybe even a hint of shame. She quickly looks away, biting the inside of her cheek.
âYes, I scrubbed it off.â
You catch that glint of regret again before she hides it.
You glance around the living room for a moment, then nod toward the small drawer in the side table next to the couch.
âOpen that drawer and bring me the black marker inside it.â
Ningning hesitates again. You can see the internal battle. That proud part of her hates every second of this, but the needy, curious part is winning out. After a few seconds, she walks over to the drawer, opens it, and pulls out the thick black marker. She comes back and holds it out to you, standing right in front of you.
You donât take it immediately. Instead, you look up at her, letting the tension build.
âTurn around.â
Ningning swallows hard, then slowly turns, presenting her back to you. The short skirt rides up dangerously as she moves, barely covering her ass.
You finally take the marker from her hand.
But you canât help yourself. As Ningning stands there obediently in front of you, you reach forward and slide your hand under the tiny white skirt. Your palm makes direct contact with her bare ass cheek. You squeeze it hard - possessively, fingers digging into the soft, warm flesh.
Ningning gasps sharply, her whole body jolting. She stumbles forward a half-step, knees weakening at the sudden touch. You give her ass one more firm squeeze before pulling your hand back.
âStrip. Top first. I want your back exposed.â
Ningning hesitates for only a second, then reaches down and slowly pulls the sheer mesh top up and over her head. She drops it onto the floor. Next, she reaches behind herself and unhooks her bra. The straps slide down her shoulders, and she lets the bra fall away as well. You have to physically stop yourself from telling her to turn around. The urge to see her naked tits from the front is strong, but you hold back. Not yet.
Instead, you pat your thigh.
âCome here. Sit.â
Ningning turns slightly and carefully lowers herself onto your lap, sitting sideways so her back is facing you. She reaches up, gathers her long dark hair, and pulls it over one shoulder, fully exposing her smooth back to you.
You uncap the black marker with a soft click. The sound makes Ningning shiver slightly. You place the tip against her skin, right underneath her shoulder blades, and slowly write the word again in bold letters.
DUMBASS
Ningning shudders hard the moment the marker touches her skin. You feel her body tense on your lap, a mix of deep humiliation and reluctant excitement running through her. Her breathing becomes heavier.
You take your time, making sure each letter is clear and dark against her skin. When you finish, you recap the marker and admire your work. Ningning stays perfectly still on your lap, back straight, hair still gathered over her shoulder. You can feel the tension in her body, the way sheâs both embarrassed and strangely aroused by being marked like this again.
You rest one hand on her lower back, just below the fresh writing, and gently stroke her skin with your thumb.
âGood girl.â
Ningning lets out a tiny, shaky breath at the praise. She doesnât turn around, but you can see the way her shoulders tremble slightly.
Sheâs waiting for your next command.
âWhatâs next?â
You trace a lazy circle with your thumb on her back.
âGive me another word. Something I can write on your back.â
You expect something soft. Something that softens the humiliation.
âGood girlâ
âPrettyâ
âGorgeousâ
Something that lets her keep a sliver of pride.
Instead, Ningning stays silent for a long few seconds. You can feel her body tense on your lap.
Then, barely above a whisper, trembling with embarrassment:
ââŚSlut.â
The word hangs in the air. You hide your surprise well, keeping your expression neutral.
Ningningâs voice cracks slightly as she continues, clearly fighting herself.
âWrite⌠âslutâ on me.â
You can feel the rush of humiliation rolling through her body. Her shoulders tremble. But underneath that shame, something else is happening - a dark, twisted excitement. She hates that sheâs getting off on this. Hates that degrading herself like this is making her wet. But she canât stop it.
You donât acknowledge her internal struggle. You simply uncap the marker again, as if this was entirely her idea.
âHold still.â
You press the tip to her right shoulder blade and slowly write the word:
SLUT
Ningning shudders hard the entire time the marker scrapes across her skin. You can feel her breathing quicken, her thighs pressing together on your lap. The humiliation is intense⌠but so is the rush of thrill flooding her veins.
When you finish, Ningning stays quiet for a moment, clearly processing the new word now written on her back alongside the old one. Then, in a small, shy voice:
ââŚNext time⌠can I watch?â
She swallows hard, embarrassed by her own request.
âI want to see what it looks like⌠while you write on me.â
You donât answer right away. You simply rest your hand on her lower back again, fingers brushing just below the fresh âSLUTâ you wrote.
âYou want to watch next time? Then you have to earn it.â
Ningning nods eagerly, almost too quickly. Her voice is breathy with a mix of shame and excitement.
âIâm ready⌠for whatever you want.â
You lean back on the couch.
âThen suck my cock.â
A visible spark of happiness flashes across her face. Ningning quickly slides off your lap and turns around to face you. Sheâs standing in front of you wearing nothing but the tiny white skirt and the âslutâ choker. Her perky tits and toned stomach are completely exposed. You take a moment to admire her. Then, she drops to her knees between your legs without hesitation. Her fingers are quick and excited as she undoes your belt and pulls down your zipper. She tugs your pants and boxers down just enough to free your hard cock, which springs up in front of her face.
You watch her closely. Ningning is enjoying this humiliation a little too much. Her eyes are sparkling, cheeks flushed, lips parted. Sheâs supposed to be learning a lesson about calling Giselle a slut, but right now she looks like sheâs exactly where she wants to be.
You tilt your head slightly.
âIs Ningning really this excited to suck my cock?â
She freezes for a second, fingers wrapped around your shaft. The question hits her exactly where you wanted it to. You see the hesitation in her eyes as she seems to get the hint of what youâre trying to do - forcing her to confront her own behavior.
Ningning bites her lip.
âNingning is really excited for your cock.â
The switch to third person comes naturally, like sheâs surrendering to it.
She leans forward and eagerly takes you into her mouth, sucking your dick with obvious hunger. Her tongue swirls around the head before she sinks deeper, moaning softly around your length.
She mumbles between slurps, clearly getting off on the degradation. You lean back, one hand resting on the back of her head as she bobs on your cock, the âslutâ choker moving with every motion of her swallowing.
Ningning is lost in it after only a few bobs of her head. Her eyes turn watery, her cheeks hollowed, clearly loving the humiliation more than she probably should. She doesnât hold back, leaning forward eagerly, wrapping her soft lips around the head of your cock and taking you deeper again and again. She does her best, sucking with genuine effort, hollowing her cheeks, swirling her tongue around the shaft as she bobs her head. Within seconds, sheâs already getting messy. Spit drips from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin and onto her exposed tits as she tries to take more of you.
âMmmph⌠Ningning wants to be goodâŚâ
She mumbles again around your cock, the words muffled and wet.
She pushes herself further, gagging softly when the tip hits the back of her throat, but she doesnât pull away. Instead, she forces herself deeper, eyes watering as thick strings of saliva spill from her lips and drip onto your balls. The wet, sloppy sounds of her sucking fill the living room.
Your head rolls back against the couch, a deep groan escaping your throat at the intense pleasure. Her mouth feels incredible: warm, eager, and getting sloppier by the second. You have to fight to stay in control, fingers tightening in her hair as she works you over.
But even through the haze of pleasure, your mind is still working.
She still doesnât fully get it, you think. Ningning had been so quick to call Giselle a slut and a whore, acting all high and mighty. Yet here she is, on her knees, dressed like a cheap whore, choking on your cock with âSLUTâ and âDUMBASSâ written on her back. The hypocrisy is glaring⌠but sheâs clearly getting off on it.
For a brief moment, you consider reaching for your phone. You could call Giselle right now, put her on speaker, and make Ningning apologize while she sucks your cock. Or even better, tell Giselle to come over so she can watch what a pathetic slut Ningning really is.
The thought is tempting. But Ningningâs mouth feels too fucking good.
Her head bobs faster as you try to think, spit running freely down your shaft as she slurps and gags on you. The wet, messy sounds combined with her soft, desperate moans around your cock make it impossible to focus on anything else.
You let out a low groan and lean back further, deciding to deal with the lesson later. Right now, you just want to enjoy her.
Ningning looks up at you through watery eyes, mascara starting to smudge, lips stretched wide around your cock as she sucks you like sheâs trying to prove something.
She pulls off just long enough to gasp.
âNingning⌠will be a good slut for you⌠please use her mouthâŚâ
Then she dives back down, taking you even deeper, determined to make you feel good.
Sheâs sucking you with messy, sloppy devotion, head bobbing eagerly, spit dripping freely from her stretched lips and running down her chin in thick strings. It drips onto her exposed tits, making them glisten, and some of it falls onto your balls and thighs. The wet, filthy sounds of her gagging and slurping fill the living room as she tries her hardest to take you deeper, eyes watering, mascara starting to run.
âNngh⌠glk-Ningning wants to be goodâŚâ
She mumbles around your cock, the words garbled and wet.
You lean back on the couch, groaning softly as you watch her. Your hand rests on the back of her head, guiding her rhythm. While she slobbers all over your shaft, your mind wanders.
âWhat should I write on her next?â
Sheâs doing all of this just so she can watch you write something on her body. The thought makes you smirk. You consider a few options:
âGood Girlâ
âWhoreâ
âPropertyâ
But nothing feels quite right yet.
Ningning gags again, pushing herself deeper, spit bubbling at the corners of her mouth as she works you with desperate enthusiasm.
Thatâs when the idea hits you.
You gently tug her hair, pulling her off your cock. She comes up with a wet gasp, strings of saliva still connecting her full lips to your throbbing length. She looks up at you with clear disappointment mixed with excitement.
âStand up.â
Ningning hesitates for half a second, clearly not wanting to stop sucking your cock, but she obeys. She rises to her feet, standing in front of you.
You pat your thigh.
âPut your foot here.â
Ningning trembles visibly as she lifts her right leg and places her foot on your thigh, the short skirt riding up dangerously high. The position leaves her completely exposed with her soaked panties and probably her ass on full display.
You uncap the marker again. Ningning bites her lip, breathing fast, clearly nervous but also incredibly turned on by whatâs about to happen.
You press the tip of the marker against the smooth skin of her inner thigh, right below the hem of her skirt.
COCK SUCKER
When you finish, you recap the marker.
âYouâve earned it.â
You say simply, admiring your work on her skin.
Ningning looks down at the fresh writing on her thigh, her face burning with humiliation. But a fresh trickle of arousal runs down her inner thigh. Sheâs soaking wet.
ââŚThank you.â
She hesitates for a long moment, biting her lip hard before continuing in an even softer voice.
âCan Ningning⌠show you that her pussy is just as good as her mouth? PleaseâŚ? Will you write something for her pussy tooâŚ?â
The request is so shameless, so eager, that it makes you pause. You pretend to think about it, leaning back on the couch and studying her. On one hand, sheâs clearly too into this, enjoying the humiliation far more than you expected. The lesson about her hypocrisy toward Giselle is getting lost somewhere in her arousal.
Still⌠you decide to just have fun with it for now. You can try to make her properly apologize to Giselle next time.
You nod slowly.
âLie down on the couch.â
Ningningâs eyes light up with nervous enthusiasm. She quickly moves to lie on her back, the tiny skirt riding up around her waist. She looks at you, breathing fast, legs slightly parted. You stand up and step between her spread thighs. Without a word, you reach down and hook your fingers into the waistband of her soaked panties. You pull them to the side, fully exposing her dripping wet pussy. Sheâs absolutely drenched, her folds glistening, clit swollen, a thin string of arousal stretching as you move the fabric away.
Ningning whimpers softly at the exposure, her hips twitching. You grip your cock and press the head against her entrance. Sheâs so wet that you slide in easily, pushing forward in one slow, steady motion until youâre buried halfway inside her tight heat.
Ningningâs back arches off the couch with a loud moan.
âAh! Ningningâs pussy⌠feels so fullâŚâ
You keep pushing until you bottom out, your hips pressed flush against her. Her walls clench around you greedily, hot and soaking wet.
You stay there for a moment, savoring the feeling, looking down at her flushed face and exposed body, marked thighs, âslutâ choker, and now your cock buried deep inside her.
Ningning looks up at you with glassy, desperate eyes, clearly waiting for you to start moving.
You grip Ningningâs hips firmly and start thrusting into her - hard, but slow.
Each stroke is deep and powerful. You pull back almost all the way, until only the head remains inside her, then drive forward with controlled force, burying every inch of your cock into her tight, soaked pussy. The head of your cock kisses her cervix with every thrust, pressing against that deep, sensitive spot inside her.
Ningningâs eyes flutter and quickly go cross-eyed.
âAh! Fuck-so deep-â
You keep the same punishing rhythm: slow withdrawal, then a hard, merciless thrust that makes her whole body jolt. Her pussy clenches tightly around you every time you bottom out, her walls fluttering wildly as you grind against her cervix. Ningningâs head falls back against the couch, mouth hanging open. Her eyes remain crossed, completely unfocused as pleasure overwhelms her. She tries to speak, but it quickly turns into incoherent mumbling.
âSo-big⌠hitting so deep⌠Ningningâs-ahh-pussy⌠feels so full⌠mmmph-â
Her hands clutch desperately at the couch cushions, knuckles turning white. Every slow, hard thrust makes her tits bounce and her stomach tighten visibly. Sheâs a complete mess already, drooling slightly, eyes crossed, mumbling broken words between shaky moans.
âCock⌠so deep⌠cervix-ah-! Ningning canât-canât th-think- fuck-!â
You donât speed up. You keep fucking her with those deep, heavy strokes, making sure she feels every single inch dragging along her walls and pressing against her cervix again and again. The wet, lewd sound of your cock plunging into her soaked pussy fills the living room. Ningningâs legs start shaking uncontrollably. Her mumbling becomes even more broken, almost unintelligible.
She looks completely fucked stupid, eyes crossed, tongue slightly hanging out, body jolting with every powerful thrust. The only thing keeping her from sliding off the couch is your firm grip on her hips.
You maintain that slow, devastating rhythm, pulling back almost completely, then driving forward with powerful, controlled force. Each thrust bottoms out deep inside Ningning, the head of your cock pressing firmly against her cervix before you drag back out again.
Ningning is falling apart faster than you expected. Her eyes are crossed, her mouth hangs open, and broken, incoherent moans spill from her lips with every deep stroke. Her pussy clenches and flutters madly around you, soaking your cock and thighs.
Why is she breaking so easily? you wonder, watching her tremble beneath you. Is it because you denied her for so long? Or is she really getting off this hard on being degraded?
The thought of stopping, just to tease her, to piss her off and make her beg, flickers through your mind. But you canât bring yourself to do it. Her pussy feels too fucking good. Tight, hot, and soaking wet, gripping you like it never wants to let go. Every slow, powerful thrust makes her walls ripple around you. You canât stop. Not yet.
Instead, you start fucking her quicker. Your hips snap forward faster, still deep and hard, but with less restraint. The wet sounds of your cock plunging into her drenched cunt grow louder and more obscene.
Ningningâs moans turn sharper, more desperate.
âAh-! Fuck-! Too fast-Ningning-canât-ahh-!â
You reach down and grab a fistful of her long dark hair. You pull her head up firmly, forcing her upper torso to lift off the couch like sheâs doing a painful sit-up. Her back arches, tits bouncing with every thrust as you hold her up by her hair.
Ningningâs eyes roll back even further, her mouth wide open in a silent scream before a loud, broken cry escapes her.
âFuuuuck-! Oppa-! My hair-it hurts but feels so good-!â
Her pussy clenches around your cock from the new angle and the rough treatment. Sheâs completely at your mercy now, upper body lifted, back arched, getting fucked senseless while you hold her up by her hair. You keep pounding into her faster, watching her face contort in overwhelming pleasure, completely lost in the feeling of your cock destroying her pussy, your hips snapping forward relentlessly. Each powerful stroke makes her body jolt, her tight walls fluttering and squeezing around your cock as you stretch her open again and again.
Ningningâs voice cracks as she begs, eyes still crossed in overwhelming pleasure.
You groan, gripping her hair tighter in your fist and yanking her head forward even more. Her upper body stays lifted off the couch, back arched as you fuck her senseless.
âFuck⌠your pussy is amazing. So tight and wet for me.â
Ningning whimpers loudly at the praise, her pussy clenching even harder around you. Between broken moans, she manages to gasp.
âHas⌠has Ningning earned⌠another writingâŚ?â
You donât slow down. You keep pounding into her as you answer.
âYeah. You have.â
Ningningâs voice trembles with excitement and shame.
âPlease⌠write âcum dumpâ⌠on Ningningâs other thighâŚâ
You smirk, still fucking her hard. Instead of answering with words, you release her hair and quickly hook two fingers into her mouth, your fingertips pressing against the backside of her teeth, pulling back slightly to keep her upper body in that arched position. Your fingers press down on her tongue, your knuckles hold up the roof of her mouth, effectively gagging her and stopping her from talking.
âYou havenât made me cum yet. So you donât get to claim that title for yourself.â
Ningning can only moan and drool around your fingers, eyes watering as you continue to thrust into her pussy. You reach over with your free hand, grab the marker, and uncap it.
Itâs difficult to write properly while youâre still fucking her, but you manage. You press the marker against the smooth skin of her other inner thigh and write in shaky, bold letters.
WORTHLESS
Ningningâs eyes widen as she watches you write it. She mewls loudly around your fingers, a fresh wave of humiliation and arousal crashing through her. Her pussy spasms hard around your cock, clearly getting off on being marked like this.
You finish the last letter and toss the marker aside, then pull your fingers out of her mouth. Ningning gasps for air, drool running down her chin as she looks down at the fresh writing on her thighs - âCOCK SUCKERâ on one, âWorthlessâ on the other.
Sheâs shaking, completely overwhelmed, but her eyes are filled with desperate lust.
Giselle stands alone in the elevator, watching the numbers slowly climb toward the right floor. She bites her lower lip, her mind already drifting somewhere it shouldnât.
A warm bath sounds perfect right now. Maybe some nice takeout, a glass of wine, and then⌠some quality âme timeâ in bed. She can already picture it, lying back, legs spread, fingers between her thighs while she imagines you on top of her. The way you pinned her against the door that night. The way your fingers felt inside her. The way you made her cum so hard she nearly collapsed.
She shakes her head sharply, annoyed at herself.
âStop it. Seriously.â
Sheâs thinking about you way too much lately. At this point, she might as well just start dating you herself. The thought makes her cheeks burn. She wonders, for a brief, ridiculous moment, what Karina would say if she actually asked her.
âHey, unnie⌠is it okay if I date your boyfriend?â
Giselle groans quietly and leans her forehead against the cool metal wall of the elevator.
The public would lose their minds. The scandal. The headlines. The hate comments. The endless drama. And yet⌠the fantasy still lingers. Your hands on her body. Your voice in her ear. The way you looked at her like you wanted to ruin her.
She lets out another frustrated sigh.
âGod⌠why does he have to be so fucking hot?â
The elevator dings softly as it reaches your floor. The doors slide open. Giselle straightens up, trying to push the dirty thoughts out of her head as she steps into the hallway. But they cling to her anyway.
She imagines slipping into your bed while you and Karina are gone, lying naked between your sheets, touching herself right where you sleep. The thrill of it makes her stomach flutter. Would you unconsciously smell her on your pillow later? Would you dream about her while lying next to Karina?
The idea is so wrong⌠but so exciting.
She shakes her head, annoyed at herself again, but the heat between her legs doesnât fade. She unlocks the apartment door and steps inside, still lost in her fantasy. She kicks off her shoes by the entrance, bending down to place them neatly.
Only when she straightens up does she finally look forward. Her heart nearly stops.
Ningning is bent over the kitchen table, completely naked except for a black choker around her neck that clearly says âSLUTâ in silver letters. Her tits are pressed against the tabletop, and Giselle can clearly see the word âIDIOTâ written in thick black marker across one of them.
Behind her, youâre standing tall, fucking Ningning hard from behind. One of your hands grips her waist, the other is tangled in her hair, fingers digging into her forehead as you pull her head back, forcing her to arch. The wet, regular sound of your cock slamming into her pussy fills the apartment.
Ningningâs eyes are half-lidded, mouth open in a moan, her body jolting forward with every thrust.
Giselle almost screams.
Her hand flies up to cover her mouth as her eyes go wide in pure shock. The bag in her other hand slips from her fingers and drops to the floor with a dull thud.
Both you and Ningning turn their heads at the sound.
For a second, time seems to freeze.
Ningningâs face burns crimson, but she doesnât try to pull away. Your hips slow, but you donât pull out. Your cock stays buried deep inside Ningning as you stare at Giselle.
And Giselle stands there, frozen in the entrance, heart hammering in her chest, unable to tear her eyes away from the obscene sight in front of her. For a few long, suffocating seconds, the entire apartment seems to stop breathing.
Ningningâs face burns with humiliation as she realizes who just walked in. But you recover first. You reach down and gently take the marker out of Ningningâs fingers. Then, without pulling out of her, you look straight at Giselle and motion with the marker for her to come closer.
Giselle hesitates, clearly overwhelmed, but you speak calmly.
âThis is how you two are going to get over your fight.â
She stands there for a few more seconds, conflicted, before she slowly walks over. Her eyes flick between you and Ningning, taking in every humiliating detail.
You lean down closer to Ningningâs ear, still buried inside her, and speak low enough for only her to hear.
âOut of the two of you⌠youâre the biggest slut. Bent over like this, marked up, getting fucked by your friendâs boyfriend.â
Ningning whimpers pathetically. Her panties are still stuffed in her mouth, so all she can manage is a weak, muffled:
âMmmph⌠âm sowwyâŚâ
You shake your head.
âThatâs not enough.â
You pull the marker cap off with your teeth and hand the marker to Giselle.
âWrite whatever you want.â
Giselle stares at the marker, then at Ningningâs flushed, marked-up body. Ningning looks up at her with glassy, apologetic, yet strangely lustful eyes and gives a small, shaky nod. Giselle bites her lip, clearly battling with herself. Then, with a mix of hesitation and dark satisfaction, she leans forward.
She presses the marker to Ningningâs forehead.
BITCH
Ningning shudders hard at the fresh humiliation, despite not even being able to tell completely what Giselle wrote, a broken whimper escaping around the panties in her mouth. Her pussy clenches tightly around your cock as Giselle finishes writing.
The older one steps back, staring at her handiwork. The word âBITCHâ now sits prominently across Ningningâs forehead, joining all the other degrading labels on her body.
You stay buried deep inside Ningning, your cock throbbing in her tight, soaked pussy as you look over at Giselle.
âGo on. Write whatever you want. Sheâs earned it.â
Giselle hesitates again. You can see the conflict in her eyes. Part of her wants to be nice, to show mercy. But another part, the darker, more aroused part, is clearly winning. Both girls are visibly turned on by this. Ningningâs pussy keeps clenching steadily around you, and Giselleâs thighs press together as she stares at the already-marked body in front of her.
She finally walks slowly around the table, circling Ningning like a predator. Her eyes trace the words already written. âDUMBASSâ on her back, âSLUTâ on her shoulder blade, âCOCK SUCKERâ and âWORTHLESSâ on her thighs.
She stops behind Ningning, staring at her exposed ass. Then she leans down and writes in bold letters across one of her ass cheeks:
WHORE
Ningning whimpers, her pussy trembling hard around your cock.
You lean in close to Giselleâs ear.
âYou can do better than that.â
Giselle shivers as your breath brushes her skin. Goosebumps rise along her neck and arms. You reach up, gently tilt her chin with your fingers, and make her look at you.
âUnfortunately, Giselle⌠you arenât as innocent as youâd like to be either.â
Her eyes widen. You hold her gaze and continue.
âTell Ningning what happened.â
Giselleâs cheeks burn red. She hesitates, clearly embarrassed, but the heat in the room and the way Ningning is trembling beneath you seems to push her forward.
She swallows hard, then speaks quietly.
ââŚYou fingered me right outside your bedroom door⌠while we listened to Karina touching herself. You made me cum while she was moaning your name.â
The confession hangs in the air.
You feel Ningningâs pussy react instantly, gripping your cock as a fresh wave of arousal floods through her. She lets out a muffled, humiliated whimper around the panties still stuffed in her mouth, her whole body shuddering at the revelation.
Giselle stands there, breathing faster, clearly ashamed but also visibly turned on by admitting it out loud. Ningningâs hips twitch back against you, her pussy dripping down your shaft as the humiliation sinks deeper. You stay buried inside her, one hand still on her waist, savoring the way her body reacts to the truth. You watch Giselle carefully as she stands there, marker still in her hand. Her cheeks are flushed deep red, eyes wide with shame⌠but thereâs no hiding the way her thighs press together. Or the way her nipples are visibly hard through her top. Sheâs ashamed of what she just confessed, but sheâs also incredibly turned on by it.
You reach out and gently take the marker from her fingers.
âHow long have you been fantasizing about sleeping with me?â
You ask straight out.
Giselleâs eyes widen. She opens her mouth, trying to stammer something, but no coherent words come out. Her face burns even hotter. Before she can find her voice, you take her left arm and turn it. You press the marker to her smooth skin and write.
BAD FRIEND
Giselle shudders hard the moment the words appear on her arm. Her knees weaken for a second. She stares down at the fresh writing. She starts breathing faster.
She had been telling herself the same thing for weeks. That she was a terrible friend to Karina. But seeing it written on her skin, acknowledged out loud by you⌠it hits differently. The humiliation makes her legs tremble.
You cap the marker, then look at her.
âYou have two choices. You can go take a shower right now and wash that off⌠or you can join Ningning and have some fun with us.â
Giselle hesitates, visibly torn. Her eyes dart between you and Ningning, who is still bent over the table, marked up, panties in her mouth, your cock buried deep inside her pussy. Then Giselleâs gaze slowly rakes over your body. She lingers on your chest. Your arms. The way your hips are pressed against Ningningâs ass. Weeks of filthy fantasies flash through her mind. All those nights she touched herself thinking about you. Even if she has to share you with Ningning⌠this might be a chance sheâll never get again.
She swallows hard.
ââŚI want to stay.â
Ningning lets out a muffled, shaky moan around the panties in her mouth, clearly aroused by Giselleâs decision.
You give Ningning a few more deep thrusts before finally pulling out of her dripping pussy. A thick string of her juices connects the head of your cock to her folds for a moment before it snaps. Giselleâs eyes widen as she stares at your cock. Itâs hard. Itâs throbbing. Itâs absolutely drenched with Ningningâs arousal. She bites her lower lip, trying (and failing) to stifle a needy moan that escapes her anyway.
You pull Ningning up by her waist until sheâs standing on shaky legs in front of you. Both girls now stand side by side, Ningning completely naked except for the âSLUTâ choker and the degrading words written all over her body, Giselle is still dressed but clearly eager to look like Ningning soon.
You reach up and gently pull the soaked panties out of Ningningâs mouth. She gasps for air, drool running down her chin. Without needing to be told, Ningning drops to her knees in front of you, her face now level with your glistening cock. Giselle hesitates for only a second before she follows, kneeling beside her. Ningning, still visibly ashamed that Giselle saw her in such a degraded state earlier, shyly glances at Giselle. Then she gestures toward your cock with a small, embarrassed nod, inviting her to go first.
Giselleâs hand trembles slightly as she reaches out. She wraps her fingers around your thick, wet cock, eyes going wide as she feels its heat and weight. She strokes it slowly a couple of times, almost mesmerized as her fantasies seem to come true. When she pulls her hand back, several shiny strings of Ningningâs juices stretch between her fingers and your cock before snapping. Then, Giselle leans forward, parts her lips, and finally wraps her mouth around the tip. She lets out a muffled moan as she tastes Ningningâs arousal mixed with yours. Her tongue swirls slowly around the head.
Ningning shuffles closer on her knees, pressing her soft lips against the side of your shaft. She starts kissing and licking along your length while Giselle sucks on the tip. Their tongues occasionally brush against each other as they worship your cock together. You look down at the sight, both girls on their knees, one sucking the head while the other kisses and licks the side, their faces flushed with shame and excitement, both clearly nervous but eager.
Theyâre not perfectly synchronized like Wendy and Seulgi were. Thereâs a slight awkwardness at first. Giselle is more hesitant, still processing everything, while Ningning is trying to make up for being caught earlier by being extra enthusiastic.
But they quickly find a rhythm.
Giselle pulls off the head with a wet pop and moves to the side, licking along your shaft while Ningning takes the tip into her mouth. Then they switch again, Ningning licking the underside while Giselle sucks greedily on the head, her cheeks hollowing.
You canât help but compare them.
Wendy and Seulgi had been scarily coordinated, almost like theyâd done this before. Smooth transitions, perfect teamwork, knowing exactly when to switch and how to drive you crazy. Giselle and Ningning are messier, more frantic, driven by shame, jealousy, and raw lust. Their inexperience makes it even hotter in a different way.
Ningning looks up at you with watery eyes as she sucks you deeper, gagging softly. Giselle licks along the side, then leans in to kiss Ningning around your cock. Their tongues meet sloppily with your length trapped between them.
âFuckâŚâ
One hand of yours rests on Giselleâs head, the other on Ningningâs.
They keep switching, sometimes one taking you deep while the other licks your balls. Sometimes both lick up and down your shaft together. Sometimes they fight playfully over the head. Spit drips everywhere. It runs down their chins and onto their tits. Both of their faces are a mess. Flushed and wet.
Giselle pulls off for a second and looks up at you.
âIs this⌠okay?â
Ningning doesnât wait for your answer. She leans in and takes you back into her mouth. She sucks greedily while Giselle watches for a moment before joining her again.
You lean your head back, groaning at the feeling of two mouths and tongues working you over. Itâs not as polished as what Wendy and Seulgi did, but the raw hunger from both girls, especially knowing how much shame and excitement is driving them, makes it incredibly intense. Ningning moans around your cock, clearly getting off on being used like this in front of Giselle. Giselle is still a little hesitant, but the way she keeps licking and sucking shows sheâs slowly giving in to her desires.
Ningning is especially eager now. She takes you deeper into her mouth, sucking with sloppy, hungry devotion. Her head bobs steadily while her tongue presses against the underside. The word BITCH is still written boldly across her forehead in black marker, and every time she looks up at you with watery eyes, the sight hits you like a drug.
Sheâs kneeling. Slobbering all over your cock. Marked up like a cheap whore. The proud, sharp-tongued Ningning, reduced to this. The contrast between her usual attitude and how she looks right now is dizzying⌠and it turns you on more than you expected.
Giselle, on the other hand, still looks more innocent. Her movements are a little more hesitant, almost shy, as she licks along the side of your shaft and occasionally kisses the base. Her cheeks are flushed, and thereâs a nervous excitement in her eyes, like she canât believe sheâs actually doing this.
The contrast between the two of them is overwhelming. You groan deeply, the pleasure amplified by how different they feel. Ningning sucks you like sheâs trying to prove something, taking you into her throat and gagging softly. Giselle licks and kisses every inch she can reach, her soft tongue tracing veins while she watches Ningning work.
Then they switch again. Ningning pulls off with a wet gasp, spit dripping from her chin. She moves to lick along the side while Giselle leans in and takes the head into her mouth. Giselleâs lips stretch around you as she sucks gently at first, then with growing confidence.
The visual is intoxicating. Ningning with BITCH written on her forehead, drooling and licking your shaft like a desperate slut. Giselle, still relatively clean-faced, sucking the tip with wide, slightly nervous eyes.
You canât help but groan again. Your pleasure builds faster.
Ningning looks up at you. Her voice sounds hoarse as she licks along your length.
âNingning⌠loves sucking oppaâs cockâŚâ
Giselle pulls off just enough to breathe, her lips shiny, before she whispers almost shyly.
ââŚMe tooâŚâ
Then she dives back down, taking your cock deeper while Ningning kisses and licks wherever Giselle isnât.
You lean your head back, breathing harder, completely lost in the feeling of both their mouths worshipping you at the same time.
Giselle keeps sucking on the head of your cock, her tongue swirling greedily, but her eyes keep drifting sideways to Ningning. She canât stop staring at the words written all over her. BITCH on her forehead, SLUT on her shoulder blade, COCKSUCKER and WORTHLESS on her thighs. The black marker stands out harshly against Ningningâs skin. It turns her into a living, breathing canvas of degradation.
Giselle feels a sharp pang of envy. Itâs not just how filthy and hot Ningning looks right now. Marked up, drooling, talking about herself in third person, sucking your cock like a desperate whore. Itâs the attention. The clear proof that youâve claimed her, used her, written on her like she belongs to you. Giselle wants that too. She wants your focus. Your control. Your marks on her body.
She starts sucking your cock messier on purpose. She lets her spit drip freely from her lips, letting thick strings of saliva run down her chin and onto the front of her white top. The fabric quickly becomes kinda see-through. It starts clinging to her tits and makes her hard nipples clearly visible.
You notice. Your gaze drops to her chest, watching the way her wet shirt turns almost transparent, outlining her breasts perfectly.
Giselle catches you staring. A small, shy but excited smile appears on her lips as she pulls off your cock for a moment.
âDo I deserve another writing too?â
Her voice trembles with both nervousness and arousal.
Youâre about to answer, about to tell her yes, when Ningning suddenly speaks up, still on her knees beside her, lips shiny with spit.
âYou have to earn it first.â
Ningningâs voice carries a hint of bratty competitiveness.
Giselle glances at her, surprised, but the challenge in Ningningâs eyes seems to spark something in her. Instead of arguing, she leans forward again and takes your dick back into her mouth. She starts sucking with renewed determination, clearly trying to prove herself. Ningning watches her for a second, then joins in again, both girls now working your cock with messy, competitive enthusiasm. Their tongues slide against each other. Their lips meet around your shaft. Their spit drips everywhere.
Giselle is clearly determined to earn her own marks now. Their competitive energy is turning the blowjob into something almost frantic. Ningning shifts lower, moving from the side of your shaft to your balls. She sucks one into her mouth gently, then the other, swirling her tongue around them while her hand strokes the base of your cock. Her warm, wet mouth on your balls feels incredible, sending sparks of pleasure up your spine. At the same time, Giselle wraps her hand firmly around the base of your cock, holding it steady. She looks up at you with those big, innocent-looking eyes. Eyes that are anything but innocent right now. Then she starts slapping your heavy, wet cock against her face.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
She hits her cheeks, her lips, even her tongue with it, making wet, lewd sounds. Her cheeks are flushed, spit already dripping down her chin as she tries her hardest to turn you on.
âYou like this, oppa?â
She whispers breathily between slaps.
âYou like when I slap your cock on my face like a dirty girl?â
She opens her mouth wide and slaps your cock against her tongue a few more times before she leans forward and takes you in again.
This time, she tries something new. Giselle pushes herself further, taking more and more of your cock into her mouth until her cheeks bulge out like a chipmunk. She holds you there for a moment, eyes watering, clearly struggling but determined. Then she pushes even deeper. Your cock slips into her throat. Giselle gags hard, but she doesnât pull back. She keeps you buried in her tight throat, her nose pressing closer and closer to your stomach as she fights through it.
You groan deeply. Your hand tightens in her hair as pleasure surges through you. Your orgasm is building fast now.
Ningning notices immediately. She lets out an annoyed little scoff around your balls, clearly irritated that Giselle is taking the lead. She doubles her efforts, sucking harder on your balls while stroking the part of your shaft that Giselle canât reach.
But Giselle doesnât care. She keeps you deep in her throat, bobbing slightly, determined to be the one who makes you cum. Her eyes are locked on yours, big and full of lust, as if silently telling you she wants your load.
The competition between them - Ningning sucking your balls while Giselle deepthroats you - feels incredible. Their mouths, tongues, and hands work together in messy harmony, both of them desperate to push you over the edge.
You can feel yourself getting dangerously close as Giselle refuses to pull off. She keeps your cock buried deep in her throat, her nose pressed flush against your stomach, cheeks bulging as she holds you there. Her eyes stay locked on yours the entire time. The eye contact is dizzying. Every time her throat tightens and beats around you, it sends a fresh wave of pleasure through your body.
Ningning, not wanting to be outdone, moves. She pulls away from your balls and starts kissing and licking along your thigh, then moves up to your abs. Her soft lips and warm tongue trace every line of muscle, trying desperately to draw your attention back to her. Sheâs jealous - you can feel it in the way she sucks and bites at your skin - but sheâs also turned on by watching Giselle deepthroat you so eagerly.
You groan as your head starts spinning from the overwhelming sensation. Giselleâs throat is incredibly tight and hot, massaging your cock as she struggles to breathe through her nose. Her nostrils flare with every labored breath. You uncap the marker with your teeth. You firmly hold the back of Giselleâs head, keeping her exactly where she is, cock buried down her throat. Giselleâs eyes widen slightly, but she doesnât fight it. She just moans around you, the vibration traveling straight through your length.
You lean down and press the marker to her right cheek.
COCK
Then you move to her left cheek.
SUCKER
The words come out bold and clear against her skin. Giselleâs eyes flutter as she feels the marker moving across her face. The humiliation seems to push her even further. She shakes her head from side to side, the motion making your cock grind against the walls of her throat.
The sudden movement nearly makes you cum right there. You groan, gripping her head tighter. With a heavy breath, you push her forehead back, finally forcing her off your cock.
Giselle comes up gasping, thick strings of spit connecting her lips to your throbbing length. Her face is a mess: mascara is running, cheeks are bright red, and now the words COCK SUCKER are written across them in bold black marker.
Ningning licks her lips, Giselle wipes some spit from her chin, the fresh writing on her face making her look even more filthy and used. They stay on their knees in front of you, faces flushed and messy from sucking your cock. Without a word, they both reach out at the same time. Giselleâs hand wraps around the upper part of your shaft, her fingers still slick with her own spit. Ningning takes the lower part, her grip a little firmer. They start stroking you together. Slow at first, then finding a rhythm. Their hands slide up and down your throbbing length in coordinated strokes.
The sight alone is overwhelming. Both of them look up at you with lust-filled eyes as they jerk you off. Their hands twist and stroke perfectly, sometimes squeezing at the head, sometimes sliding all the way down to your base. Spit and pre-cum make everything slippery and messy, dripping down their fingers.
You groan again, hips twitching. Giselleâs eyes widen with excitement. Ningning bites her lip, stroking faster. Both girls lean in closer, tilting their heads back slightly. They open their mouths wide, tongues sticking out obediently, presenting themselves like good little sluts waiting for their reward.
You canât hold back any longer. With a deep groan, you finally cum.
The first thick, heavy rope of cum shoots out hard, landing directly across Giselleâs face, splashing from her forehead down across the bridge of her nose and onto her tongue. The second powerful spurt hits Ningning, painting a thick white line from her left cheek all the way to the right side of her hairline, covering the word BITCH on her forehead. More ropes follow in quick succession. You paint both of their faces thoroughly. Thick strands land on Giselleâs cheeks, painting the COCKSUCKER letters you wrote a moment ago. A heavy load lands on her tongue, and she moans softly. But she keeps her mouth open so you can see it pool there. Ningning gets just as much. One long rope lands across her eyes, forcing her to close them as cum drips from her lashes. Another lands on her lips and chin, slowly running down onto her marked-up tits. You keep pulsing, covering both their faces and upper chests (including Giselleâs shirt) until their skin is glistening with your cum.
When you finally finish, both girls stay exactly where they are, mouths open, tongues out, faces absolutely covered in your thick load. Giselleâs eyes flutter open, cum dripping from her lashes as she looks up at you with a dazed, satisfied expression. Ningning licks her lips slowly, tasting you, the word BITCH still visible through the mess on her forehead.
Both of them look completely used⌠and incredibly beautiful.
Ningning is sprawled out on her back across the couch. Her legs are spread wide, one foot hooked over the backrest. Her head is thrown back against the cushions, mouth open in a constant stream of broken, high-pitched moans as Giselle kneels between her thighs, eating her out. Giselleâs tongue moves relentlessly: long, wet licks through Ningningâs soaked folds, firm circles around her swollen clit, a kiss on her thigh here and there and occasional deep thrusts into her pussy. Two of her fingers are buried inside Ningning, curling and pumping steadily as she sucks on her clit.
Behind Giselle, youâre kneeling, gripping her perfect ass with both hands. You spread her cheeks wide, holding her open as you thrust into her tight, dripping pussy from behind. Each deep stroke makes her body jolt forward, her face pressing harder into Ningningâs cunt.
Both of their faces are still covered in your cum. Thick, drying ropes of it streak Giselleâs cheeks, chin, and even a few drops cling to her eyelashes. Ningningâs face is similarly painted, white streaks across her forehead, over the word BITCH, and dripping down her lips and chin onto her tits.
You squeeze Giselleâs ass harder, fingers digging into the soft flesh as you fuck her with slow but powerful thrusts, bottoming out with every stroke. Giselle moans loudly into Ningningâs pussy. The vibrations make Ningning cry out and buck her hips up desperately.
âFuck Aeri-unnie-right there-donât stop sucking my clit-!â
Ningning whimpers. Her hands are tangled tightly in Giselleâs hair, pulling her face harder against her soaking cunt.
Giselle doesnât answer with words. She just buries herself deeper, sucking harder on Ningningâs clit while her fingers curl inside her, all while pushing her ass back against you, clearly loving being fucked from behind. You keep the deep, steady rhythm going, watching the way Giselleâs body rocks between you and Ningning. Her pussy clenches beautifully around your cock, soaked and eager.
Ningningâs moans grow louder and more desperate, her thighs starting to shake around Giselleâs head.
âIâm-Iâm so close-please-make me cum-!â
Giselle doubles down, sucking and fingering her faster, while you continue pounding into Giselleâs tight heat from behind, your hands never leaving her ass.
The living room is filled with the wet, filthy sounds of sex. Your cock slides in and out of Giselle. Giselleâs mouth devours Ningning. Both girlsâ needy and shameless moans blend together.
Nut now, Ningningâs moans grow louder and more frantic as Giselle works between her legs. Giselleâs tongue flicks rapidly over her swollen clit while two fingers pump steadily in and out of her soaked pussy. Ningningâs hips buck wildly. Her hands grip Giselleâs hair even tighter as she nears the edge.
âIâm-Iâm gonna-fuck-unnie-!â
Ningningâs voice cracks. Her entire body suddenly tenses. Her back arches off the couch as her orgasm crashes through her. A loud, broken scream tears from her throat as she squirts hard, gushing onto Giselleâs tongue and chin. Her thighs clamp around Giselleâs head. They tremble violently as wave after wave of pleasure rips through her. Giselle keeps licking and fingering her through it, drawing out every last spasm until Ningning collapses back onto the couch, gasping and whimpering.
At the same time, you donât stop fucking Giselle from behind. Her tight pussy feels incredible. Itâs hot, wet, smooth and gripping you perfectly. The sight of her ass rippling each time your hips slap against it, combined with the way sheâs still eagerly eating Ningningâs pussy, is driving you closer and closer to the edge.
You pull out of Giselle with a wet sound and quickly flip her around. She ends up almost sitting on the edge of the couch, legs spread wide, facing you. You grab her hips and slam back into her pussy in one hard thrust. Giselleâs head falls back with a loud cry as you start ruining her. You fuck her with hard, frantic thrusts that make her whole body jolt. Her tits bounce in front of you as you pound into her, the wet sounds of your cock slamming into her soaked cunt filling the room. Giselleâs eyes roll back, mouth open in a constant stream of broken moans.
You lose yourself completely, gripping her hips tight as you rail her without mercy. The sight of her face - still covered in your dried cum, eyes crossed in pleasure - pushes you right to the brink.
With a deep groan, you bury yourself as deep as possible and cum hard. Thick, heavy ropes of cum flood deep inside Giselleâs pussy, painting her walls white. You keep thrusting through your orgasm, grinding deep as you empty every drop into her. Giselle moans loudly. Her pussy clenches and milks you through your climax. Her own body shakes from the intensity.
You stay buried inside her for a long moment, breathing hard, as the last spurts of your load fill her completely. Giselle looks up at you with glassy, fucked-out eyes, chest heaving, a small, satisfied smile on her cum-streaked lips.
Ningning watches the two of you from the side. She lies on her back for only a few seconds after her orgasm, before jealousy takes over. She had to watch it all. The way you buried yourself deep inside Giselle and unloaded everything into her, just now. The first load she had to share. This second one, Giselle took all for herself. The unfairness burns hot in her chest. Shakily, Ningning pushes herself up. Her legs are weak, but she crawls forward on all fours toward the two of you, eyes locked on where your cock is still buried inside Giselleâs pussy. Before either you or Giselle can react or recover, Ningning forces herself between you. She reaches down, grabs the base of your cock, and pulls you out of Giselle with a wet squelching sound. A thick glob of your cum immediately leaks from Giselleâs used hole.
Ningning leans in and quickly wraps her lips around the head of your cock, sucking and licking off the mix of your cum and Giselleâs juices with greedy, desperate strokes. She cleans you thoroughly for a few seconds, while moaning around your length. Then she pushes Giselleâs thighs wider apart and buries her face between them. Her tongue immediately plunges into Giselleâs freshly fucked pussy. She licks and sucks out every drop of your cum like sheâs starving for it.
Giselleâs eyes fly open in shock.
âW-wait-Ning-ahh!â
She tries to complain, but the words dissolve into a loud, broken moan as Ningning eats her out with ferocious hunger.
The younger girl is relentless. She laps and sucks noisily. Her tongue scoops your thick cum out of Giselleâs pussy and swallows it down greedily. Her hands grip Giselleâs thighs tightly, holding her open as she devours the creampie you just left inside her. Giselleâs head falls back. Her hands fly to Ningningâs hair as she writhes under the intense stimulation.
âFuck-Ning-slow down-itâs too much-ahh!â
But Ningning doesnât slow down. If anything, she becomes more aggressive, sucking harder, pushing her tongue deeper, desperate to taste every last drop of you from Giselleâs pussy. Wet, sticky slurping sounds fill the room as she eats her out like a woman possessed.
You watch the scene, your cock still hard and twitching, despite just cuming inside Giselle, as Ningning shamelessly devours your cum from Giselleâs freshly fucked cunt. Giselleâs moans grow louder and more desperate, her hips twitching uncontrollably against Ningningâs hungry mouth.
You sigh as you take a breather. November is almost over. Youâre tired. Physically and mentally. Youâve been running on the edge for weeks. A part of you just wants to close your eyes and rest.
But then you hear the soft click of the guest room door opening.
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The candles on the cake sputter, the wax dripping onto the chocolate frosting like a sick joke. You stare at the flickering flames, feeling the weight of three pairs of eyes drilling into the side of your head. The air in the apartment is stale, thick with the smell of cheap beer and the expensive perfume Karina and Anna drowned themselves in.
"So," Karina starts, her voice low, vibrating with a weird sort of tension that makes the hair on your arms stand up. She's leaning against the counter, arms crossed under her chest, pushing those heavy tits up until they're nearly spilling out of her tight black top. "You gonna tell us, or do we have to beat it out of you?"
You swallow hard. Your throat feels like sandpaper. "Tell you what?"
"Don't play dumb, asshole," Anna snaps from the couch. Sheâs kicking her legs back and forth, her skirt riding up high enough to show the lace tops of her stockings. She looks bored, but her eyes are sharp, glinting with something dangerous. "We know you've been sneaking around. Phone glued to your hand, smiling like a fucking idiot at the screen. Who is she?"
You glance at Dayeon. Sheâs sitting quietly in the armchair, hands folded in her lap, looking unassuming in her oversized sweater. But sheâs watching you too, her gaze dark and unblinking. Itâs Dayeon who scares you the most right now. She was always the quiet one, the one you saved from the bullies back in school. But ever since she came back from Seoul, there's a new edge to her.
"It's⌠it's Joona," you admit, the words feeling like lead as they leave your mouth. "We've been seeing each other for a few months. I was going to tell you guys, I justâ"
The silence that follows is absolute. Itâs the kind of silence that happens right before a gunshot.
"Joona?" Karina laughs, but it's a sharp, jagged sound. "That plain-looking girl from accounting? You're dumping us for her?"
"I'm not dumping anyone, we're just friendsâ" you start, standing up, trying to put some distance between you and the sudden shift in the room.
"We aren't just friends," Anna cuts in, her voice dropping to a whisper that screams across the room. She stands up too, moving with a predator's grace. "We never were. And you know it."
Before you can process what that means, the door clicks shut. You didn't see Dayeon move, but sheâs suddenly standing by the entrance, locking the deadbolt with a deliberate, terrifying click.
"What are you doing?" You back up, your knees hitting the edge of the coffee table. "Dayeon?"
"We gave you everything," Dayeon says, her voice soft but carrying a terrifying weight. "We protected you. We loved you when no one else did. And this is how you repay us? By spreading your seed for some trash who doesn't deserve it?"
"Seed?" The word sends a jolt of panic through your system. "What the fuck are you talking about? Open the door."
Karina lunges. Sheâs faster than you remember, tackling you with enough force to knock the wind out of your lungs. You hit the floor hard, the back of your head slamming against the wood. Before you can recover, Anna is there, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head.
"Get the fuck off me!" You struggle, thrashing your legs, but Karina straddles your stomach, her weight pinning you down. Sheâs heavy, solid, and strong as hell.
"Shh, baby," Anna coos, leaning down close enough that you can smell the mint on her breath. "Stop fighting. You're only making it harder on yourself. We're going to take what's ours."
"We?" You gasp, staring up at them. Karina is grinding her hips against your stomach, a manic grin stretching her lips. Dayeon is walking over slowly, pulling a pair of scissors from her purse.
"You think we didn't see the way you looked at us?" Dayeon murmurs, kneeling beside your head. She runs the cold metal of the scissors down your cheek, sending shivers racing through your body. "All those years. Playing innocent. We were waiting for you to grow up. To realize you belonged to us."
"Iâ"
"Shut up," Karina barks, grabbing your face and forcing you to look at her. "You're ours. You hear me? This cock," she grabs your crotch roughly, her fingers digging in painfully, "is ours. And we're going to use it until you forget what that bitch Joona even looks like."
"Rip it," Anna commands, nodding at your shirt.
Dayeon doesn't hesitate. She slides the scissors under the collar of your shirt and snips. The fabric tears with a harsh sound, and she keeps cutting, slicing right down the middle until your chest is exposed to the cool air. They don't stop there. Karina grabs the ruined fabric and rips it apart, the buttons pinging against the floor like scattered bullets.
"Look at this body," Anna breathes, her hands roaming over your chest, her nails scratching hard enough to leave red welts. "We built this up. We fed you. Took care of you. It belongs to us."
"Please, guys, stop," you beg, but your protest is weak, drowned out by the blood rushing in your ears. The sheer absurdity of the situation warps your mind. This is a nightmare. It has to be.
"Stop?" Karina laughs, leaning down to bite your neck hard. You cry out as her teeth sink into your skin, sending a spike of pain mixed with a confusing rush of heat through your system. "We haven't even started yet."
She stands up briefly, tearing her own top off. Her massive tits bounce free, heavy and pale, her nipples hardening instantly in the air. She's not wearing a bra. She grabs your hands and places them on her breasts, forcing you to squeeze.
"Feel that?" she growls. "That's what you need. Not that flat-chested whore."
Anna follows suit, stripping out of her clothes with frantic urgency. She yanks her skirt down, kicking it away, then tears her panties off like they're made of paper. She climbs onto your legs, pinning them down, her wet pussy sliding against your jeans.
"He's hard," Anna observes, looking down at the bulge in your pants with a hungry smirk. "The little pervert likes it when we force him."
"No, I don'tâ"
"Liar," Dayeon hisses in your ear. Sheâs stripped too, her slender body pale and flawless. She straddles your face, her thighs pressing against your cheeks, cutting off your view of the others. The scent of her arousal hits you like a drugâmusky, sweet, and overwhelming. "You've always wanted this. You just needed a push."
"Eat it," she commands, lowering her cunt onto your mouth.
You clamp your mouth shut, turning your head to the side.
"I said eat it!" Dayeon grabs your hair, yanking hard enough to bring tears to your eyes. She forces your head back, grinding her pussy against your lips. "Don't make me hurt you."
You have no choice. You stick your tongue out, lapping at her folds. She tastes salty and sweet, impossibly wet. She moans loudly, grinding down harder, smothering you with her flesh. You can't breathe, your nose pressed against her clit, your tongue working frantically to keep up with her rhythm.
"Fuck, yes," Dayeon whines, her head thrown back. "That's it. Take it all."
Meanwhile, you feel hands fighting with the button of your jeans. Karina rips the button off, the snap loud in the small room. She yanks the zipper down and tugs your pants and boxers down in one rough motion. Your cock springs free, slapping against your stomach.
"Look at this beautiful dick," Karina purrs, wrapping her hand around your shaft. Her grip is tight, almost painful. She strokes you roughly, her dry palm chafing your skin. "It's so big. So perfect for us."
She doesn't wait. She spits on your cock, using the saliva as lube as she jerks you off faster. Your hips buck involuntarily, the pleasure intense and humiliating.
"He's loving it," Anna laughs, watching your face. "Look at him, trying to hump Karina's hand. What a slut."
"I'm not aâ" you try to shout, but your voice is muffled by Dayeon's pussy.
"Shut up and suck!" Dayeon grinds down harder, cutting off your air again.
The lack of oxygen makes your head spin. The combination of Karina's rough handjob and Dayeon's suffocating weight on your face is short-circuiting your brain. You feel your resistance crumbling, replaced by a primal, burning need. Your body is betraying you, reacting to their touch despite your terror.
"Get him wetter," Anna says, leaning down to spit on your cock too.
"I'm gonna ride him now," Karina announces. She climbs over you, positioning her dripping hole above your shaft. "I'm gonna milk every last drop out of him."
"No, wait!" You try to buck her off, but Anna grabs your shoulders, pinning you down.
"Take it, bitch," Karina snarls.
She slams down onto you.
You scream into Dayeon's pussy as Karina impales herself on your cock. Sheâs tight, so fucking tight it feels like sheâs tearing you apart. She doesn't give you time to adjust, doesn't give a shit about your comfort. She starts riding you immediately, bouncing up and down with brutal force.
"Fuck! Yes!" Karina screams, her nails digging into your chest. "You feel so fucking good! Better than I imagined!"
Her pussy grips you like a vice, rippling around your length as she pistons up and down. The sound of skin slapping against skin is loud and wet, filling the room. Smack, smack, smack.
"Look at that face," Anna coos, stroking your cheek as you gasp for air whenever Dayeon lifts her hips slightly. "He's breaking already. Look at his eyes rolling back."
"He's thick," Dayeon moans, grinding her clit against your nose. "I can feel him throbbing inside you, Karina. He's gonna cum so hard."
"No," you gasp, your voice weak. "I don't want toâ"
"Don't lie," Karina growls, slapping your face. The sting shocks you. "You love this. You love being used. Admit it!"
"Admit it," Anna echoes, pinching your nipples.
"I⌠IâŚ" You can't form words. Your mind is fracturing under the onslaught of sensation. The pleasure is too intense, too sharp. It borders on pain, but itâs dragging you under.
Dayeon lifts off your face, finally letting you breathe. You gasp in huge lungfuls of air, your vision swimming.
"Say it," Dayeon commands, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at her. "Say you belong to us."
"PleaseâŚ"
"Say it!" Anna slaps your inner thigh.
"I belong to you!" you scream, the words ripped from your throat.
"Good boy," Dayeon purrs. "Now fill Karina up. Breed her pussy."
"Breed me!" Karina shrieks, riding you even harder, her ass cheeks clapping against your thighs with bruising force. "Knock me up! Put a baby in me!"
The filthiness of it, the sheer depravity, snaps something inside you. The last threads of your resistance snap. You stop fighting. Your hips lift off the floor to meet Karina's thrusts, driving your cock deeper into her wet heat.
"Yes! That's it!" Karina howls. "Fuck me! Fuck me like you mean it!"
You grab her hips, your fingers sinking into her soft flesh. You hate yourself for it, but you're pounding into her now, matching her brutal rhythm. You want to cum. You need to cum. You need to fill her up just like she asked.
"See?" Anna laughs, watching you lose control. "He's just a breeding stud. That's all he's good for."
"My turn," Anna demands, pushing Karina off you.
Karina cries out in protest as your cock slips out of her, glistening with her juices. She collapses on the floor, panting, her legs twitching.
Anna doesn't waste a second. She straddles you reverse-cowgirl, her ass facing you. She grabs your slick cock and lines it up with her entrance.
"Watch this," she orders, looking back at you over her shoulder.
She sits down on your shaft, taking you balls deep in one smooth motion. She groans, her back arching, her head thrown back. She starts twerking on your dick, her ass bouncing up and down in mesmerizing circles.
"Fuck, his cock hits the spot," Anna moans, her hand reaching down to rub her clit furiously. "It's so deep!"
You stare at her ass, mesmerized by the way it jiggles with every thrust. You reach out, grabbing her cheeks, spreading them apart to see her asshole clenching as she rides you.
"Spank me," Anna commands. "Spank me hard!"
You bring your hand down on her ass with a loud crack.
"Harder!" she screams.
You slap her again, leaving a red handprint on her pale skin. You do it again and again, lost in the violence of the act. Your cock is throbbing, the pressure building to an unbearable peak.
"I'm close," you grunt, your hands gripping her hips so hard you're leaving bruises.
"Don't you dare cum yet," Dayeon warns. She's back, sitting on your chest, playing with her tits. "You have to breed all of us. That was the deal."
"I can't hold it," you gasp, your vision blurring.
"Hold it!" Karina snaps, recovering enough to crawl over and grab your balls. She squeezes them, just on the edge of pain.
You scream, your back bowing off the floor. The denial is torture, but it only makes the pleasure more intense.
Anna is bouncing wildly now, her pussy gripping you like a machine. "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum all over his big dick!"
She screams, her body convulsing as her orgasm crashes through her. Her pussy clamps down on you, milking you, trying to pull the cum out of your balls.
"Switch," Dayeon says, pushing Anna off your dripping cock.
Anna rolls to the side, gasping, her body trembling with aftershocks.
Dayeon climbs on top of you, facing you this time. Her expression is calm, almost serene, contrasting with the madness of the last few minutes. She positions your cock at her entrance and sinks down slowly, savoring every inch.
"You're mine now," she whispers, leaning down to kiss you. It's a soft, tender kiss, completely at odds with the brutal fucking she starts next.
She moves her hips in a slow, grinding motion, swirling her walls around your head. It feels differentâdeeper, more intimate. She stares into your eyes, her gaze boring into your soul.
"You're never leaving us," she says, her voice hypnotic. "We'll lock you up. Keep you in this room. Use you every day until you're dry."
The thought should terrify you, but instead, it sends a jolt of dark ecstasy through your body. You grab her ass, pulling her down harder onto you.
"Do it," you growl, your voice unrecognizable. "Breed me. Use me."
"That's it," Dayeon smiles, a twisted, beautiful smile. "Break for me."
She starts riding you faster, harder. The other two girls crawl over, licking and biting at your nipples, your neck, your ears. It's sensory overload. The heat, the smell, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the feeling of three bodies writhing against you.
"Cum inside her," Karina whispers in your ear. "Fill her cunt up."
"Do it," Anna licks your other ear. "Knock her up."
The pressure in your balls is critical. You can't hold back any longer. You roar, thrusting up into Dayeon one last time, burying yourself to the hilt.
"Fuck!" you bellow as your cock explodes.
Dayeon screams as she feels the hot spurts of cum flooding her insides. Her pussy spasms around you, milking you for every drop. You cum harder than you ever have in your life, your body shaking violently, your vision going white.
You keep cumming, pulse after pulse, filling her up until it leaks out around your shaft, dripping down your balls.
"Take it all," Dayeon gasps, her body going limp as she collapses onto your chest.
You lay there, panting, your heart hammering against your ribs like a trapped bird. You're covered in sweat, scratches, and bite marks. Your body aches everywhere. But as the fog clears, you realize the horror isn't over.
Karina is already crawling between your legs, licking the excess cum off your softening cock. Anna is kissing Dayeon's neck, her hand moving down to play with Dayeon's cum-filled pussy.
"Round two," Karina looks up at you, her eyes wild. "You didn't think we were done, did you?"
She licks her lips, smiling. "We have all night. And you're going to breed us all until we can't walk."
The buzzing of your phone on the coffee table cuts through the heavy, panting silence of the room like a jagged knife. Itâs a sharp, jarring sound, piercing the haze of sweat and sex that clings to the air. The screen lights up, casting a harsh blue glow across Karinaâs naked, sweat-slicked back.
Joona.
The name hits you in the chest with the force of a physical blow. Panic, cold and sharp, spikes through your system, momentarily cutting through the fog of lust and exhaustion. You try to move, to reach for it, but your limbs feel like lead. Dayeon is still slumped against your chest, her breathing ragged, her pussy still pulsing around your softening cock, trapping you inside her heat.
"Ah, look at that," Karina purrs, her voice dripping with venom and amusement. She crawls over the floor, her movements sinuous and predatory, like a cat sizing up a wounded mouse. She grabs the phone before you can even twitch your fingers. "The little wifey is calling."
"Don't," you croak, your voice wrecked from screaming and moaning. "Karina, please. Don't answer it."
Anna laughs, a wet, throaty sound from somewhere near your legs. Sheâs sitting up, wiping a smear of cum from her chin, her eyes wide and manic. "Why not? Itâs rude to ignore a call on your birthday, isn't it? Especially from your girlfriend."
"Please," you beg, but the protest is weak. Your body is betraying you again. Just hearing Joonaâs name in this contextâwhile your cock is buried deep inside Dayeon, while the smell of three different pussies saturates the roomâsends a sick, twisted jolt of arousal through your gut.
Karina taps the screen, swiping the green icon with a flourish. She holds the phone up, her thumb hovering over the speaker icon. She looks at you, her eyes dark and cruel, and then she taps it.
"Hello?" Joonaâs voice is small, tinny, and anxious. "Babe? Are you there? Iâve been trying to reach you. Why didn't you answer?"
Karinaâs lips curl into a vicious smile. She locks eyes with you, savoring the terror on your face. "Hey, Joona," she says, her voice sugary sweet, laced with poison. "Heâs a little⌠tied up right now."
"Karina?" Joonaâs confusion is evident. "What⌠what are you doing there? Is everything okay? Put him on the phone."
"He can't really talk right now," Karina drawls, shifting her weight. She glances down at Dayeon, who is starting to stir. "Heâs busy. Very, very busy."
"Busy?" Joonaâs voice rises in pitch. "Itâs his birthday! We had plansâ"
"Plans changed," Karina snaps, the sweetness vanishing instantly. "And frankly, he doesn't want to see you anymore. Heâs realized where he actually belongs."
You open your mouth to deny it, to scream at Joona to run, but the words die in your throat. Because Dayeon is moving again. She lifts her hips slowly, letting your cock slide out of her with a wet, filthy squelch. Youâre covered in her cum, in yours, the mixture frothy and white on your shaft.
"Time for round two, baby," Anna whispers, her breath hot against your balls.
Anna ducks her head, her long hair tickling your thighs, and presses her lips against the sensitive head of your cock. She kisses it, soft and reverent, before her tongue darts out to lap at the mixture of fluids coating you. The sensation is electric. You groan, your hips bucking involuntarily.
"Who is that?" Joona demands, her voice shrill now. "What is going on? Let me talk to him!"
"Shh," Karina hushes the phone, her eyes never leaving your face. "Listen."
Dayeon doesnât give you a moment to recover. She plants her hands on your chest, her nails digging in hard, and slams herself back down on your cock. She takes you to the hilt in one brutal stroke.
"Fuck!" you gasp, your back arching off the floor. Sheâs tighter than before, squeezing you like a vice, her walls rippling and massaging your length.
Dayeon throws her head back, her sweat-dampened hair sticking to her flushed cheeks. She starts to ride you, hard and fast. "Yes," she hisses, her voice loud and clear in the sudden silence of the room. "Itâs still so big. Stretching me out."
"He's⌠he'sâŚ" Joona stammers on the other end of the line. "What is that noise? What was that sound?"
Karina giggles, a dark, delighted sound. She turns the phone around, angling the camera so it points directly at the spectacle on the floor. Dayeon is bouncing on you now, her tits jiggling wildly with every thrust, her ass cheeks clapping against your thighs. Anna is still down there, her tongue working frantically over your balls and the base of your shaft wherever she can reach.
"Just a second, Joona," Karina says, her voice thick with sadistic pleasure. "I think you need to see this. I think you need to see what your 'boyfriend' is doing right now."
She taps the screen again. "Video call. Accept."
Thereâs a pause, a second of terrified silence, and then the connection clicks. You can't see Joonaâs face, but you know sheâs seeing you. Sheâs seeing your sweaty, heaving body, pinned to the floor. Sheâs seeing Dayeon, your childhood friend who you rescued from bullies, riding your cock like a woman possessed. Sheâs seeing Anna, your neighbor, licking your balls like theyâre her favorite treat.
"Happy birthday, babe," Karina whispers into the microphone, holding the phone steady like a director filming a masterpiece. "Look at him. Look at the mess he's making."
"He's a bull, isn't he?" Karina continues, her voice loud enough for everyone to hear, echoing in the small room. "And as you can see, Joona, he is breeding the three of us tonight."
"No," you whimper, your face burning with humiliation. But your body is on fire. The shame is washing over you, mixing with the overwhelming pleasure of Dayeonâs pussy, turning into a dark, narcotic heat that clouds your mind.
"Look at his face," Anna laughs, pulling away from your balls for a second to look up at the camera. "He loves it. He's fucking loving it."
"Is that⌠is that Dayeon?" Joonaâs voice cracks. "And Anna? What⌠what are you doing?"
"We're taking what's ours," Dayeon moans, never stopping her rhythm. She looks down at you, her eyes glazed over with lust. "Tell her, baby. Tell her how good it feels."
"It feels⌠so good," you choke out, the words torn from your throat. You hate yourself for saying it, but the feeling is undeniable. Her pussy is gripping you, milking you, dragging the pleasure out of you with every stroke. "Fuck, Dayeon, it feels so good."
"You liar!" Joona screams through the phone. "How could you? You said you loved me!"
"We love him more," Karina barks back. "We've always loved him more. We just waited until he was ready to be a man. And now? Now he's our personal stud."
Dayeon picks up the pace, her thighs burning against your sides. The sound of skin slapping against skin is obscene, wet and loud, filling the room. Smack, smack, smack. The visual must be devastatingâDayeonâs slender body impaled on you, her head thrown back in ecstasy, your cock disappearing inside her over and over again.
"He's filling me up, Joona," Dayeon taunts the phone, her voice breathy and high. "He's so deep. He's gonna put a baby in me."
"That's disgusting!" Joona cries. "I'm calling the police! I'mâ"
"Go ahead," Karina sneers. "But by the time they get here, we'll be round three. And I'll be the one carrying his next kid. Heâs not going anywhere. Heâs exactly where he belongs."
She tosses the phone onto the couch, keeping the call connected, the audio still broadcasting. Joonaâs sobbing is just background noise now, a pathetic soundtrack to the debauchery taking place on your living room floor.
"Fuck her," Karina growls, turning her attention back to you. She straddles your face, facing Dayeon, her knees on either side of your head. "Forget about her. You don't need that skinny little bitch. You have us."
You are suffocating in pussy again. Karinaâs heavy thighs clamp around your head, her wet cunt pressing down onto your mouth. The smell is intoxicatingâmusk, sweat, and pure sex. You stick your tongue out, licking her folds frantically, driven by a hunger you didn't know you possessed.
"That's it," Karina moans, grinding down on your face. "Eat me. Make me cum on your face."
"Share," Anna demands, crawling up to join them. She grabs Karinaâs tits, squeezing them hard, and pulls her in for a bruising kiss. They are making out above you, their tongues tangling, while Dayeon continues to mercilessly ride your cock.
The sensory overload is breaking you. You can't see anything but Karinaâs ass and pussy in front of your eyes. You can't feel anything but Dayeonâs tight, squeezing heat around your dick and Annaâs hands roaming over your chest and stomach. You can't hear anything but the wet sounds of sex, the girls' moans, and the distant crying of your ex-girlfriend on the phone.
"He's getting close," Dayeon pants, her rhythm becoming erratic. "I can feel him throbbing. He's gonna cum again."
"Not yet," Anna gasps, breaking the kiss with Karina. "I want it. I want him to cum in my mouth."
"He cums inside me first," Dayeon snarls, slamming down hard. "Iâm not getting off until he floods my womb."
"Greedy bitch," Karina laughs, grinding her clit against your nose. "Let him decide."
They don't let you decide, of course. They just use you.
Dayeonâs pussy clamps down like a trap. The pressure is immense, her muscles rippling along your shaft in waves. You scream into Karinaâs pussy as your second orgasm builds, violent and unstoppable.
"Do it!" Dayeon shrieks. "Breed me! Knock me up, you bastard!"
"Fuck!" You roar, your body arching, your toes curling.
You explode inside her. Itâs even more intense than the first time. Your cock jerks and pulses, spurting thick ropes of cum deep into her cunt. Dayeon screams, her body convulsing, her pussy milking you for every drop, sucking the seed right out of your balls.
"Yes! Yes! Fill me up!" she cries out, collapsing forward onto Karinaâs shoulder.
Your vision whites out. Your ears are ringing. You are dimly aware of Joonaâs wails cutting off abruptlyâmaybe she hung up, maybe she couldn't bear to listen anymore. It doesn't matter. Nothing matters except the feeling of releasing everything you have into Dayeon.
Karina climbs off your face, giving you a chance to gasp for air. You are drowning in sweat, your chest heaving.
"Look at that," Anna breathes, watching the cum leak out of Dayeonâs pussy, running down your shaft and pooling on your stomach. "So much fucking cum. He really is a bull."
Dayeon lifts herself off you slowly, her legs trembling. Your cock slips out of her with a wet pop, followed by a flood of white fluid. Itâs a visceral, nasty sightâyour combined juices dripping onto your skin.
"Clean him up," Karina commands, pointing at Anna.
Anna doesn't hesitate. She dives between your legs, her tongue lapping up the mess. She licks your cock clean, then moves lower, scooping the cum off your stomach with a hungry groan.
"Tastes so good," Anna mumbles, her mouth full. "Mix of all three of us."
"My turn," Karina says, her eyes wild. She looks at your semi-hard cock, which is already twitching, showing signs of life despite the exhaustion. "Don't think you're done, stud. I haven't been bred yet."
She pushes Anna aside and straddles your hips. Her pussy is red and swollen, dripping wet. She grabs your cock, stroking it roughly, forcing it back to full hardness.
"Please," you whimper, your voice barely a whisper. "I can't."
"You can and you will," Karina snarls. She lines you up and impales herself in one brutal drop. "You're going to fuck me until I pass out. And then you're going to fuck Anna again. We're not stopping until your balls are empty."
She starts riding you, harder and faster than the others. Sheâs relentless, a machine built for sex. Her ass slaps against your thighs with bruising force. She leans forward, biting your neck, your shoulders, leaving marks all over your skin.
"You belong to us," she growls in your ear. "Forget Joona. Forget everyone. You're just a toy for our cunts. A breeder. Say it."
"I'm⌠I'm a toy," you gasp, your mind fracturing under the relentless assault. "I'm your breeder."
"Good boy," she moans, her nails digging into your chest. "Now fuck me back. Give me that baby."
You reach up, grabbing her heavy tits, squeezing them hard. You hate yourself for it, but you thrust your hips up to meet her, driving your cock deeper into her body. The night has only just begun, and you know, with a terrifying certainty, that by the time the sun comes up, there will be nothing left of the man you used to be. There will only be thisâa rutting beast, broken and bred, owned completely by the three women who used to be your best friends. And deep down, in the dark, twisted corners of your soul, you realize you wouldn't have it any other way.
The makeup artist, Yuna, eyed the phone screen skeptically as Minju adjusted the angle of her latest selfie. The changing roomâs harsh fluorescent lights bounced off the mirror, casting sharp shadows across the former idolâs bare shoulders. The thin white shirt clung to her skin, sheer enough to leave little to the imaginationâespecially with the black lace bra underneath.
Minju grinned, tapping the screen with a manicured nail. âWhy not? Itâs just a little tease.â
Yuna sighed but didnât press further. Sheâd worked with enough celebrities to know when to drop it. Still, as she packed up her kit, she couldnât shake the feeling that Minju was toeing a lineâone that wasnât just about fashion.
Yuna left with a last, hesitant glance, the dressing room door clicking shut behind herâthough not quite all the way. Minju didnât notice. The quiet hum of the buildingâs air conditioning filled the space, but her pulse was louder, thrumming in her ears as she scrolled through the flood of likes and comments already pouring in. Her lips curled at the more suggestive ones, fingertips tingling with something hotter than excitement.
She bit her lower lip, thumb hovering over the DM icon. A few select fansâthe ones whoâd stuck with her through scandals, hiatuses, the dreariest years of her careerâdeserved a proper thank you, didnât they? The thought alone sent a shiver down her spine. With a quick glance at the door (still slightly ajar, the gap just wide enough for a sliver of hallway light), she turned back to the mirror, hiking up her skirt just enough to expose the curve of her ass. The click of the phone camera was muffled by her own shaky exhale.
The porn video loaded faster than she expected. Some European thing, all tangled limbs and breathless moans, the kind of entertainment sheâd denied herself for years under the agencyâs strict rules. Now? Rules were for rookies. Her free hand slipped under the waistband of her panties, fingers already slick. The first touch drew a gaspâquiet, but sharp enough to make her freeze. Had the door moved? No, just her imagination. Probably.
She lost herself in the rhythm, hips rocking against her own fingers, the mirror fogging with every panting breath. The video played on, tinny moans syncing with her own until she couldnât tell which was which. When the climax hit, it tore through her like a live wire, back arching as she squirtedâa wet, messy streak across the mirror.
Her chest heaved as she slumped against the dressing table, fingertips still trembling against the damp wood. The mirror in front of her was a blurâstreaked with more than just condensationâand it took her a second too long to register the faint click of a phone camera shutter.
Minjuâs head snapped up. The door, which sheâd sworn was closed, stood slightly ajar. And there, half-shrouded in the hallway shadows, was the unmistakable silhouette of her manager, phone raised. Her stomach dropped.
âYouââ Her voice cracked. The air conditioning hummed louder, suddenly oppressive.
You stepped forward, letting the door swing fully open. The phone screen dimmed, but not before she caught the glint of the paused videoâher videoâreflected in his glasses.
Minjuâs fingers curled into fists, nails biting into her palms. The adrenaline hadnât fadedâher body still thrummed with itâbut now it was laced with something sharper, hotter. âHow long,â she breathed, voice uneven, âhave you been standing there?â The words came out less accusatory than she intended, almost⌠curious.
Minjuâs chest rose and fell rapidly, her lips parted as if she wanted to speak but couldnât find the words. Finally, she swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper. âPlease⌠delete that.â Her fingers twitched toward the phone in your hand, but she didnât move closer. âIâllâIâll do anything. Just⌠donât let that get out.â
You tilted your head, letting the silence stretch just long enough to see her squirm. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, you tucked the phone into your pocket. âDelete it?â You chuckled, low and quiet. âMinju-ssi, do you know how long Iâve waited for this?â
Her brow furrowed, confusion flickering across her flushed face. âWhat⌠what are you talking about?â
âI was there,â you said, stepping closer, the dressing roomâs cramped space suddenly electric. âFront row at your first IZ*ONE concert. You wore that pink dressâthe one with the ribbons. Remember?â Your voice dropped, almost reverent. âI couldnât take my eyes off you. Not then, not ever.â
Minjuâs breath hitched when you took another step forward, your shadow swallowing hers against the mirror. The scent of herâvanilla body lotion and something saltier, muskierâhung thick in the air. âYou⌠stalked me?â The words wobbled, but her thighs pressed together under the skirt, betraying something darker than fear.
Your laugh was velvet-wrapped steel. âNot stalked. Admired.â You pulled the phone back out, swiping to an album buried behind three password prompts. Photos of herâbackstage at music shows, candid airport shots, the hem of her skirt fluttering just a little too high on a windy fan meet day. âEvery idol has fans like me. I just⌠acted on it.â Your thumb brushed the screen, zooming in on a photo from 2019: Minju mid-bow, cleavage barely contained by that infamous pink dress. âFound the agency hiring notice the day after your disbandment. Coincidence?â
She made a soundâhalf whimper, half laughâas her fingers crept up to cover her mouth. âGod. All this time, you wereââ
âWatching?â You closed the gap between you, the heat of her radiating through your slacks. âOh, Minju-ssi. I wasnât just watching.â The phone screen lit up again, this time with a video: her own fingers plunging into her soaked cunt minutes ago, the audio crisp enough to hear every wet slap. âI was studying.â
Her knees buckled slightly as she leaned back against the dressing table, fingers clutching the edge for support. The mirror behind her reflected the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the flush spreading down her throat to where her sheer shirt clung to sweat-slicked skin. âDelete it,â she whispered again, but the tremor in her voice betrayed her. It wasnât angerâit was something far more dangerous. Recognition.
âI canât do that,â you murmured, tapping the screen to replay the moment her back arched, the way her mouth fell open in silent ecstasy before the moan tore loose. âNot when Iâve waited years for this.â The admission hung between you, thick as the scent of her arousal still lingering in the air.
Minjuâs eyes widened. âYears?â
You stepped closer, close enough to see the pulse jumping in her throat. âFront row at your first IZ*ONE concert. You waved at meâjust a flick of your fingers, but I memorized it.â Your thumb brushed the curve of her jaw, tracing the path of a stray droplet of sweat. âI googled how to get close to Kim Minju the next day. Found forums, stalked your schedules, learned which cafes you liked.â A laugh, dark with irony. âThen I saw the job posting. Your manager.â
Minjuâs fingers tightened around the edge of the dressing table, knuckles whitening as she absorbed your words. The video of her still played silently on your phone screen, her own flushed face staring back at her in mute humiliationâor was it fascination? Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, throat working as she swallowed hard. âYouâyou planned this?â The question came out breathless, almost awed.
âNot this,â you admitted, tapping the screen to pause the video. Her frozen image lingered, mouth slack with pleasure. âBut close enough. Ever since that first concert, I knew.â You leaned in, close enough that your breath stirred the loose strands of hair clinging to her damp neck. âGoogle search history doesnât lie, Minju-ssi. How to become a celebrity manager. How to get hired by Kim Minjuâs agency. Do idols ever sleep with their staff?â You chuckled, watching the shiver race down her spine. âPathetic, right? Until it worked.â
Her laugh was shaky, half-hysterical. âYouâre insane.â But her thighs shifted subtly, the damp fabric of her skirt sticking to her skin. The mirror behind her reflected the way her nipples peaked under the sheer shirtâbetrayed her.
âInsane?â You slid the phone into your pocket, freeing your hands to bracket her hips against the dressing table. âOr dedicated?â The heat of her burned through your clothes, her breath coming in quick, shallow bursts. âTell me youâve never wondered. Never fantasized about someone watching you like this.â Your thumb brushed the inside of her thigh, skimming higher until she gasped. âAbout someone knowing you this well.â
Minjuâs breath hitched when your thumb traced the hem of her skirt, your other hand still gripping the phone like a trophy. âPlease,â she whispered again, but her hips tilted forward almost imperceptiblyâan instinctive movement she couldnât suppress. âYou canâtâthis isââ The protest died in her throat as you swiped open a browser tab on your phone, the search history glaring up at her: Kim Minju ideal body measurements. How to touch an idol without getting caught. Best angles to photograph Minjuâs ass at fan signs.
Her stomach lurched. âJesus Christ,â she breathed, fingers digging into your forearm. Not to push you awayâjust to steady herself.
You smirked, scrolling further down to a forum post dated three years agoâyour username bolded above a pixelated gif of Minju in that sheer blouse from IZ*ONEâs Violeta era. The caption read: Need to taste her. Will pay $$$ for backstage access. âI didnât have money,â you murmured, tilting the screen so she could see your reply underneath: Working on it. âSo I got creative.â
The phone screen flickered as you scrolled to the video again, pausing just as Minjuâs head tipped back in ecstasy, her lips parted around a silent cry. âHow do you think Dispatch would caption this?â you mused, tilting the screen toward her. âFormer IZONE Memberâs Secret Changing Room Habits*? Or maybe something juicierâKim Minjuâs Solo Performance Goes Viral?â
Minjuâs breath hitched, her fingers twitching like she wanted to snatch the phone but couldnât bring herself to move. âD-Donât,â she whispered, but her thighs pressed together under the rumpled skirt, the fabric clinging to her damp skin. âYou canâtâmy careerââ
âWould be over,â you finished, nodding solemnly before tapping the screen to bring up the upload menu. âOne click, and every fan who ever dreamed of seeing you like this gets their wish.â Your thumb hovered over the button, watching her pupils dilate with panicâand something darker. âUnless.â
Her voice cracked. âUnless what?â
You tilted the phone screen toward her, the upload button glowing ominously. âUnless,â you murmured, dragging your thumb along the curve of her jaw, âyou want to negotiate.â Minjuâs breath hitched when your fingers trailed down to the damp collar of her shirt, tugging it aside to expose the frantic pulse in her throat. âHow do you think your fans would react if they saw this? The sweet, innocent Kim Minju, fingers deep in her cunt, squirting for the camera like some cheap pornstar?â
Her whimper was almost lost in the hum of the air conditioning, but her knees trembled visibly. âP-Please,â she managed, hands clutching at your wristânot to push you away, but to steady herself. âTheyâllâtheyâll cancel meââ
âWorse,â you agreed, tapping the screen to zoom in on the moment her thighs shook with release. âTheyâll love it. Your DMs will explode with marriage proposalsâor dick pics. Probably both.â You chuckled darkly as her flush deepened, spreading down her chest like spilled ink. âBut hereâs the deal: I donât post it. Ifââyou paused, letting the word hang between youââyou agree to be my little slut whenever I want. No complaints, no excuses. I text, you come. Literally.â
Minjuâs lips parted, her tongue darting out to wet them nervously. The dressing room mirror reflected the way her nipples hardened under the sheer fabric, betraying her despite the panic in her eyes. âYouâre blackmailing me,â she whispered, but the accusation lacked heat. If anything, her voice wavered with something closer to awe.
The phone screen glowed between you, frozen on the exact moment Minjuâs back arched off the dressing table, her mouth a perfect O of ecstasy. You tilted it toward her, watching her pupils dilate as she absorbed the damning evidence. âImagine,â you murmured, thumb brushing the playback button teasingly, âKim Minjuâs Private Moment Leaks trending worldwide. Your old CEOâs face when the news hits. Your motherâs disappointment.â
Minju made a soundâhalf whimper, half gaspâas her fingers clutched at your wrist. âPlease,â she breathed, the word ragged at the edges. âYou canâtâIâllââ Her throat worked, the flush spreading down her chest like wildfire.
âYouâll what?â You leaned in, close enough to count the flecks of gold in her blown-out pupils. âBeg prettier? Cry?â Your free hand traced the damp curve of her inner thigh, fingers skating higher until she shuddered. âOr maybe youâll finally admit what you really want.â
Her hips jerked involuntarily, her skirt riding up another inch. The mirror behind her reflected the desperate clench of her thighs, the way her body betrayed her despite the panic in her voice. âIâll do anything,â she whispered, so quiet you almost missed it.
Your thumb flicked the camera app open again, the lens focusing sharply on Minjuâs flushed faceâher lips slightly parted, her pupils blown wide with panic and something darker. The red recording dot blinked mockingly between you. âSay it again,â you murmured, tilting the screen to capture her trembling hands clutching at your wrist. âTell me youâll be my slut. Properly this time.â
Minjuâs fingers tightened around your wrist, her nails biting into your skin just enough to sting. She exhaled sharplyâhalf laugh, half sobâbefore her shoulders slumped in surrender. âFine,â she whispered, voice raw. âIâll be your slut.â The words hung in the air, thick with implication. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, her gaze flickering down to where your thumb hovered over the recording button. âWhenever you want. Wherever you want.â A shudder ran through her as she forced the next words out: âNo safewords.â
The phone clicked shut in your pocket, sealing the contract without a word. Minjuâs lips partedâwhether to protest or plead, youâd never knowâbecause your fingers were already at your belt, the leather sliding free with a whisper. âOn your knees,â you said, voice low enough to make the words a command, not a request.
Minjuâs breath hitched, her fingers twitching at her sides. For a heartbeat, she hesitated, her eyes flicking to the doorâstill slightly ajarâbefore dropping to the floor in a slow, deliberate motion. The skirt of her dress pooled around her thighs as she knelt, the mirror behind her reflecting the way her shoulders trembled. Then she looked up, and her eyes widened. âYouâreâhuge,â she breathed, the words escaping in a rush of disbelief.
You didnât bother to smirk. There was no pride in it, only the simple truth: youâd waited too long for this to waste time on ego. âSuck it,â you said, thumb brushing the underside of your cock, already glistening at the tip. âAnd donât stop until I tell you.â
Her throat worked visibly, but she leaned forward, her lips parting tentatively around the head. The first touch was hesitant, almost reverent, her tongue flicking out to taste the salt-slick precome beading there. Then, with a shuddering exhale, she took you deeper, her mouth warm and wet as she sank down inch by inch. The mirror caught every secondâthe way her lashes fluttered shut, the way her fingers clutched at her own thighs when she realized she couldnât take you all at once.
You let her set the pace at first, watching the bob of her head grow steadier, her lips stretching pink around your girth. But patience had never been your virtue. Your fingers tangled in her hair without warning, yanking her forward until her nose brushed your pelvis. She gagged, her hands flying up to claw at your thighs, but you held her there, savoring the convulsive flutter of her throat around you. âBreathe through your nose,â you murmured, easing back just enough to let her gasp before plunging her down again.
Minjuâs choked gasp vibrated around your cock as you forced her head down, her throat clenching in reflexive panic. Tears welled at the corners of her eyes, streaking her flushed cheeks as she clawed at your thighs, her nails biting through the fabric of your slacks. You didnât relent. The mirror reflected the obscene stretch of her lips around you, the way her mascara smudged with every brutal thrust. Her nose crinkled as she fought for air, her chest heaving in silent, desperate pleas.
Then, just as her eyelids flutteredâher body going dangerously slackâyou felt the telltale coil in your gut snap. A groan ripped from your throat as you came, spurting hot and thick down her throat. Minjuâs eyes flew open, her throat working frantically to swallow as you pulled out with a wet pop, streaks of cum painting her swollen lips and chin.
She collapsed forward, boneless, her forehead thudding against your thigh as she coughed, sputtering for air. Strings of saliva and semen dripped onto the dressing room floor, her chest rising and falling in ragged, uneven bursts. For a long moment, the only sound was her wheezing breaths and the muffled hum of the buildingâs air conditioning.
Then, slowly, Minju lifted her head. Her smudged eyeliner and tear-streaked face shouldâve looked pathetic, but the way her tongue darted out to catch a stray drop of cum from her bottom lip was anything but. Her voice, when it came, was hoarse but steady. âHappy now?â she rasped, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
âOhh itâs not over, Minju,â you murmured, watching her shudder at the low rasp of your voice. Your fingers tangled in her hair, forcing her head up to face the mirrorâher own reflection, smeared with ruined makeup and spit-slick lips, staring back at her. Your cock twitched against her thigh, already hard again despite the wet heat of her throat still clinging to you. âTurn around,â you ordered, guiding her with a grip on her hips until her back pressed against your chest. The mirror showed every detail: her blown-out pupils, the tremble in her lower lip, the way her nipples peaked under the sheer fabric of her shirt.
Your fingers skimmed up her inner thighs, pushing her skirt up around her waist. âDonât you dare close your eyes,â you warned, your other hand gripping her chin to keep her gaze locked on the mirror. Her pussy glistened under the fluorescent lights, swollen and slickâstill throbbing from her earlier orgasm. You dragged the head of your cock through her folds, gathering her wetness with a slow, deliberate stroke. âCount,â you breathed against her ear, âevery time you squirt.â
Minjuâs breath hitched as you pressed forward, the thick head of your cock stretching her impossibly tight. A choked whimper escaped her lipsâhalf protest, half pleaâas her fingers scrabbled against the dressing table for purchase. âN-Not all atâah!â Her protest dissolved into a broken moan as you shoved deeper, her slick walls fluttering wildly around the intrusion. The mirror reflected every twitch of her expression: eyebrows knitting together, lips parting around silent gasps, the way her pupils dilated until her irises were swallowed by black.
âItâs tooâGod, itâs too big,â she sobbed, her thighs trembling violently as you bottomed out. Her head lolled back against your shoulder, exposing the rapid flutter of her pulse beneath sweat-damp skin. You watched her stomach twitch in the mirror, the subtle bulge just above her pubic bone where your cock stretched her to the limit.
When you pulled out halfway, Minju gasped like sheâd been drowning. Then you slammed back inâharder this timeâand her entire body jerked, her spine arching off the dressing table. âF-Fuck! Fuck!â Her nails dug into your forearm, drawing thin red lines as you set a brutal pace, each thrust punctuated by the wet slap of skin on skin.
Her legs shook like a newborn fawnâs, knees threatening to buckle as you angled deeper, hitting that sweet spot that made her vision whiten. One particularly vicious thrust had her shriekingâa sound muffled by your palm clapping over her mouthâas her pussy clenched in a sudden, violent orgasm. Her juices dripped down your thighs, painting the dressing room floor in glistening streaks.
Minjuâs eyes rolled back, her mouth falling slack around a silent scream as you fucked her through it, refusing to let up even as her body convulsed in oversensitivity. âC-Cantâpleaseââ she slurred, her words slurring into nonsense when you pinned her hips down and ground deeper, the tip of your cock nudging her cervix with every snap of your pelvis.
The mirror fogged with every ragged exhale, but not enough to obscure the way her tits bounced with each punishing thrust, the sheer fabric of her shirt clinging to her sweat-slicked skin. You reached around to pinch a nipple through the damp material, twisting just enough to make her sob. âLook at yourself,â you growled, forcing her chin up so she couldnât escape the sight of her own wrecked expression. âThis is what you are now. Mine.â
Her thighs trembled when you pulled out abruptly, leaving her gaping and empty. A broken whine escaped her throatâhalf protest, half pleaâas you turned her around, shoving her face-first against the mirror. The cold glass against her flushed cheeks made her gasp, her breath fogging the surface as you lined up again.
No warning this time. You sheathed yourself to the hilt in one brutal stroke, the force of it knocking her forehead against the mirror with a dull thunk. Minjuâs scream shattered the air, her fingers scrambling for purchase against the slippery surface.
The slap cracked across Minjuâs ass like a whip, the sharp sound bouncing off the dressing room walls. Her breath hitchedâhalf gasp, half moanâas her hips jerked forward, her slick folds clenching around your cock in a sudden, involuntary spasm. A fresh wave of her arousal gushed down your thighs, splattering against the floor in a hot, messy streak. The mirror fogged with her panting breaths, her reflection blurred at the edges except for the vivid red handprint blooming across her left cheek.
âYou forgot to count,â you murmured, your voice low and rough against the shell of her ear. Your fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips, holding her still as you pulled out almost entirelyâjust the tip of your cock teasing her swollen entrance. Her whimper was muffled against the glass, her breath fogging the mirror in erratic bursts. âThree squirts so far,â you continued, dragging the head of your cock through her soaked folds, gathering her wetness with a slow, deliberate stroke. âAnd you just wasted the fourth.â
Minjuâs thighs trembled violently, her nails scratching uselessly at the mirror as you thrust back in without warning, burying yourself to the hilt in one brutal motion. Her scream shattered into a broken sob, her back arching as another gush of fluid spilled between her legsâthis one hotter, thicker, the scent of her overwhelming in the cramped space.
âF-Four,â she gasped, her voice raw. Her forehead pressed against the mirror, her sweat-slicked skin leaving smudges on the glass. âIâI lost track, Iâm sorry, Iâah!â Her apology dissolved into a strangled moan as you spanked her again, harder this time, the impact jolting through her body and straight into your cock. Her pussy fluttered around you, a fresh wave of her arousal dripping down your balls.
âYouâll do better,â you growled, angling your hips to grind deeper, the tip of your cock nudging that sweet spot inside her that made her legs shake. The mirror reflected her ruined faceâmascara streaked, lips swollen, eyes glazed with pleasure and something dangerously close to surrender. âOr do I need to punish you harder?â
Minjuâs breath hitched, her hips jerking forward instinctively as if trying to escape the overwhelming sensationâor chase it. Her fingers curled against the mirror, her knuckles whitening as she fought to keep her eyes open, to keep watching her own reflection as you fucked her senseless. âN-No,â she managed, her voice barely above a whisper. âIâllâIâll count, I promise.â
You slowed your thrusts, savoring the way her body clung to you, desperate and pliant. âGood girl,â you murmured, your thumb brushing the reddening mark on her ass before delivering another sharp smackâthis one lighter, almost teasing. She gasped, her walls fluttering around you in response. âNow, where were we?â
Your next thrust was slower, deeper, the drag of your cock against her sensitive walls deliberate. Minjuâs breath stuttered, her eyelids fluttering as another orgasm builtâtoo soon, too much, her body still thrumming from the last one. âF-Five,â she choked out, her voice breaking as you bottomed out, grinding against her clit with every shallow rock of your hips.
âSix,â Minju gasped, her voice cracking as another orgasm ripped through her, her thighs trembling violently. Her fingers scrabbled against the fogged mirror, leaving smeared streaks in the condensation. âS-Sevenâah!â The number dissolved into a choked sob as you slammed into her harder, your cock hitting that spot deep inside her that made her vision whiten. Her knees buckled, but you held her up by the hips, your fingers digging into the bruised flesh of her ass as another hot gush of fluid spilled between her thighs.
âEight,â you corrected, your voice rough against the shell of her ear. Your thrusts grew erratic, the tight coil in your gut winding tighter with every spasm of her cunt around you. âYou missed one.â Her pussy clenched around you in response, as if her body was apologizing, and you groaned, your hips stuttering. âFuck, Minjuânineââ
She didnât even try to speak this time. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream, her back arching as another orgasm tore through her, her juices dripping down your thighs in a hot, messy rush. The mirror reflected her wrecked expressionâeyelids fluttering, lips swollen and parted, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. Her body was moving on its own now, hips twitching forward to meet your thrusts even as she whimpered from oversensitivity.
âTen,â you growled, your fingers tightening around her hips as you felt the pressure build, your balls drawing up tight. Minjuâs cunt fluttered around you, milking your cock as if her body knew what was comingâneeded it. You fucked her through it, your pace brutal and unrelenting, until her legs gave out entirely and she collapsed against the mirror, her forehead pressed to the glass.
âE-Eleven,â she slurred, her voice barely audible over the wet slap of skin on skin. Her thighs trembled violently, her pussy clenching around you in another involuntary spasm as another squirt gushed out, splattering against your thighs and the floor beneath you.
You didnât let up. Not even when her whimpers turned into broken sobs, not even when her nails scratched uselessly at the mirror, leaving faint streaks in the condensation. Your rhythm faltered only when the pressure in your gut snapped, your cock twitching deep inside her as the first hot pulse of cum flooded her.
Minjuâs entire body jerked, her back arching off the mirror as she came againâtwelveâher cunt squeezing you so tight it bordered on painful. You groaned, your hips stuttering as you emptied yourself into her, filling her until she whimpered from the stretch, until your cum dripped down her thighs in thick, glistening strands.
For a moment, the only sound in the dressing room was the ragged panting of your breaths and the steady drip-drip of your combined fluids onto the floor. Then Minjuâs legs gave out entirely, her body sliding down the mirror bonelessly, her knees hitting the floor with a dull thud.
She didnât even try to get up. Her forehead pressed against the cool glass, her breath fogging the surface in uneven bursts. Her lips moved soundlessly, her tongue darting out to lick at the sweat beading on her upper lip.
You knelt behind her, your fingers tracing the red marks your grip had left on her hips. âStill counting?â you murmured, pressing a kiss to the damp skin between her shoulder blades.
Minjuâs breath hitched, her fingers curling against the mirror weakly. âT-Thirteen,â she slurred, her voice hoarse. Her thighs trembled visibly, her pussy still fluttering around nothing, as if her body hadnât quite accepted that you werenât inside her anymore.
You chuckled, your thumb brushing over the swollen, sensitive skin of her clit, and she jerked, a weak whine escaping her throat. âF-Fourteen,â she gasped, her hips twitching forward instinctively, chasing the sensation even as her body protested.
Your fingers dipped lower, gathering the mess of cum and slick dripping down her thighs, and pushed back inside her without warning. Minjuâs back arched violently, her breath catching in her throat as your fingers curled inside her, spreading your seed deeper. âF-Fifteen,â she sobbed, her legs shaking violently as another weak squirt gushed out, splattering against your fingers.
The door clicked shut behind youâsoft, finalâleaving Minju slumped against the mirror, her reflection smeared by sweat and fingerprints. The dressing room smelled like sex and spilled perfume, the air thick enough to choke on. She didnât move. Couldnât. Her thighs stuck to the floor with drying fluids, every muscle trembling with the aftershocks of fifteenâno, sixteenâorgasms. The last one had been silent, her voice long since shredded raw.
Her phone buzzed on the countertop. Once. Twice. A third time, the screen lighting up with a preview of your text: You have a fan sign tomorrow. See u. The letters blurred as her vision doubled, exhaustion pressing down like a weight.
Next Day :
The message buzzed against Minjuâs thigh thirty seconds after her stylist zipped up the last sequin-trimmed sleeve of her outfit. The chime was innocuousâjust another notificationâbut her stomach dropped anyway. Her fingers trembled as she swiped open the text, the words glaring up at her in stark black and white: Come to the car. Need something from you.
No question mark. No room for refusal.
The car door clicked shut behind Minju with a soft, final soundâlike the safety catching on a gun. She exhaled sharply through her nose, fingers tightening around the strap of her designer bag as the scent of leather seats and your cologne clogged her throat. âWhat do you want from me?â she whispered, eyes flicking to the tinted windows. Beyond them, the parking lot buzzed with staff and fans, oblivious.
You didnât answer immediately. Instead, you reached over and tapped the central locking system, the thunk of all four doors sealing them in. Then, slowly, your fingers trailed down to your belt buckle. The metallic click was obscenely loud in the silence. âNeed you to suck my dick,â you murmured, thumb hooking under the waistband of your jeans, âand swallow every drop before your fan sign.â
Minjuâs breath hitched. Her reflection in the rearview mirror showed the exact moment her pupils dilatedâpanic and something darker, something that made her thighs press together under the sequined hem of her skirt. âYouâre insane,â she breathed, but her tongue darted out to wet her lips. âTheyâllâtheyâll notice. My makeup, myââ
âYouâll fix it.â You leaned back, spreading your legs just enough to give her a view of the thick outline of your cock straining against your zipper. âOr should I send that video to Dispatch now?â.
Minjuâs fingers trembled as she reached for your zipper, the sequins on her sleeves catching the overhead light with every shaky movement. The metallic shink of the pull was louder than it shouldâve beenâor maybe that was just the blood pounding in her ears. She hesitated for a fraction of a second, her manicured nails brushing the damp spot already forming on your boxers, before swallowing hard and peeling the fabric down. Your cock sprang free, slapping against your stomach with a wet thwap that made her flinch.
âG-Glukkââ The first choked syllable escaped her as she took you halfway, her lips stretching obscenely around your girth. Saliva pooled at the corners of her mouth when she pulled back, her tongue swiping nervously at the bead of precome on your tip before diving back in. Glukk. The sound was wet, raggedâthe kind of noise that wouldâve sent her fans into hysterics if theyâd heard it echoing through her latest vlive.
You smirked, palming the back of her head as she bobbed forward again. âImagine,â you murmured, thrusting shallowly into her throat, âyour precious Mingdellion seeing this.â Her eyelashes fluttered at the mention of her fandom name, a whimper vibrating around your cock. âTheir innocent angel, gagging on her managerâs dick in some shitty parking lot.â
Minjuâs nose wrinkled as you pushed deeper, the tip of your cock nudging the back of her throat. Reflexively, her hands flew up to clutch at your thighsânot to push away, but to steady herself as she fought the urge to gag. A thin string of spit dripped from her chin onto her designer blouse, the dark fabric swallowing the moisture without a trace.
âGlukkâhgnnââ Her throat convulsed around you, the muscles fluttering wildly as you held her there, her lips pressed flush to your pelvis. The carâs AC hummed faintly, but it was no match for the heat radiating off her flushed skin. You could see the exact moment her lungs started burningâthe way her fingers dug into your slacks, her manicure leaving half-moon indents in the fabric.
The dashboard clock blinked 2:50 PM in garish greenâten minutes until the fan sign doors opened. Minjuâs pulse stuttered against your thigh where her cheek pressed, her breaths coming in shallow, rapid bursts through her nose. You tightened your grip on her ponytail, wrenching her head back just far enough to watch her lips glisten around your cock, swollen and slick with spit. âTimes up, princess,â you murmured, tapping the face of your watch against her temple. âBetter swallow fast.â
Her eyes widenedâpanic flaring bright beneath the smudged remnants of her eyelinerâbut you didnât give her time to protest. With a sharp tug, you dragged her forward, fucking her throat in brutal, shallow thrusts. Glukk. Glukk. Glukk. The sound was obscenely loud in the closed space, each wet gag punctuated by the creak of leather seats as Minju scrambled for balance, her sequined sleeves slipping against the center console.
âFive minutes,â you ground out, hips snapping faster, the head of your cock punching past her uvula with every thrust. Tears spilled freely down her flushed cheeks now, streaking her foundation in jagged lines. A thin string of drool dripped onto the Gucci clutch wedged between her knees, the designer leather soaking up the mess silently.
Her phone buzzed against the dashboardâ2:53 PMâthe screen lighting up with a flood of missed notifications. Group chat updates. Stylist confirmations. A reminder about smiling for Mingdellion!! in cheerful pink bubbles. You smirked, angling your hips to drive deeper, watching her throat bulge obscenely with each movement. âThink theyâd still call you pure if they saw this?â you rasped, thumb brushing the frantic pulse in her neck. âIf they knew how good you choke on cock?â
Minjuâs whimper vibrated around you, her fingers clawing at your thighs as her body jerked in reflexive protest. But her tongue pressed flat against your undersideâsubconsciously greedyâand that was all the encouragement you needed. The coil in your gut tightened, your balls drawing up as heat pooled at the base of your spine. âGonna cum,â you warned, not that she could pull away now. âSwallow it all.â
Minjuâs throat convulsed violently as the first hot pulse hit the back of her tongueâbitter, thick, unmistakable. Her eyelashes fluttered shut instinctively, tears squeezing past the smudged remnants of her false lashes as she fought the reflex to gag. Swallow it all, youâd ordered. So she did. Every last drop. The muscles in her neck worked frantically, her Adamâs apple bobbing with each forced gulp until her lips peeled back with a wet pop, your cock sliding free with a strand of spit still connecting her swollen lower lip to the glistening tip.
âGood girl,â you murmured, thumb swiping at the tear tracks on her cheeks. Her breath came in ragged bursts, chest heaving against the sequined bodice of her outfit. You reached into the console beside you, producing a small black remote and a sleek pink vibratorâthe kind with dual motors, designed to press firm against both the g-spot and clit simultaneously.
Minjuâs eyes widened when you pressed it into her palm, her fingers closing around it instinctively. âWear this,â you said, tapping the remote against her wrist. âDonât panicâIâll turn it off right now.â Her throat worked visibly, but she nodded, her free hand already hiking up the hem of her skirt to slide the vibrator into place. The snick of the elastic band securing it between her thighs was barely audible over the carâs idling engine.
2:54 PM. The dashboard clock blinked mockingly.
Minju scrambled for the door handle, her sequined sleeves catching on the leather seats as she practically tumbled out of the car. âF-Five minutes,â she gasped, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before sprinting toward the building, her heels clacking against the asphalt.
The Fan Sign Situation :
The stage lights hit like a physical force, bleaching Minjuâs vision white as she spun on cue, the sequins of her skirt scattering reflections across the screaming crowd. Her lips stretched into the practiced, flawless smile her fans adoredâthe one that didnât reach her eyesâas she hit the last pose of her choreography, chest heaving under the rhinestone-trimmed bodice. The vibrator nestled inside her was a silent, throbbing threat, its presence almost bearable when she focused on the choreographyâs sharp angles. Almost.
âMinju-ssi!â A staff member waved her toward the signing table, where rows of eager fans clutched albums and lightsticks. She forced her legs not to tremble as she walked, every step making the toy shift fractionally against her swollen clit. The first fanâa high school girl in a pastel sweaterâbounced in her seat as Minju scribbled a signature with her trademark heart dotting the âiâ. âYouâre even prettier in person!â the girl gushed.
Minjuâs laugh came out breathier than intended. âThank yâah!â Her pen skidded across the page as the vibrator roared to life without warning, the sudden buzz so intense her thighs clamped together instinctively. The fan blinked, confused, but Minju recovered with a cough, hastily adding a second heart to cover the ink smear.
âAre you okay?â The fan leaned in, concerned, but Minju was already nodding, her fingernails digging into the albumâs glossy surface.
âJustânnghâa tickle in my throat,â she lied, her voice strangled as the vibrations shifted deeper, teasing the spot that made her toes curl inside her heels. The remote had to be nearbyâyou had to be nearbyâwatching her squirm from some shadowed corner of the venue.
The vibrator pulsed at unpredictable intervalsâsometimes a low, teasing hum that made Minjuâs fingers tighten around her pen, sometimes a sudden, violent buzz that had her biting her lower lip hard enough to leave marks. She could feel the sweat gathering at the small of her back, trickling down her spine beneath the heavy sequined fabric of her outfit. Every signature she scribbled became a battle against the tremors in her wrist, every fanâs chatter a distant buzz compared to the relentless thrum between her thighs.
âMinju-unnie, your eyeliner is so perfect today!â The next fan leaned in, oblivious to the way Minjuâs breath hitched as the toy shifted to a higher setting mid-sentence. Her thighs clenched around the sensation instinctively, her toes curling inside her heels as she forced a smile.
âT-Thank you,â she managed, her voice barely above a whisper. The vibrator dipped back to a low purr, a cruel reprieve that left her muscles twitching with anticipation. She could feel the wetness soaking through her panties, the fabric clinging uncomfortably to her skin beneath the layers of her stage outfit.
The next fan slid their album forward, and Minjuâs fingers trembled as she reached for it. Just as her pen touched the page, the vibrator surged to life againâthis time with a rapid, unrelenting pulse that sent sparks up her spine. Her free hand flew to the edge of the table, gripping it so tightly her knuckles whitened. The fan frowned. âAre you feeling okay? You look a little flushed.â
Minjuâs smile was glassy, her eyes unfocused. âJ-Just a bit warm,â she lied, her voice strained. The toy chose that moment to dial back slightly, leaving her gasping at the sudden reduction in intensity. She could feel every throb of her own pulse between her legs, every shift of the vibrator as she adjusted in her seat.
Somehow, she made it through the next ten fansâeach interaction punctuated by the remoteâs cruel whims. A low setting here, just enough to make her thighs press together. A sudden spike there, forcing her to bite back a moan as she scribbled her signature with jerky strokes. By the time the staff announced the final group photo, Minjuâs entire body was taut as a bowstring, her nerves frayed and oversensitive.
The fans gathered behind her, chattering excitedly as they arranged themselves for the shot. Minju stood at the center, her legs trembling as she forced them straight. The camera flashedâonce, twiceâbut just before the third and final shot, the vibrator roared to its highest setting without warning. Her knees nearly buckled, her hips jerking forward instinctively as a full-body shudder wracked her frame.
Miraculously, her smile stayed frozen in place. Only the slight dilation of her pupils and the faint tremor in her fingertips betrayed her. The camera clicked one last time, capturing her perfectly composed facade while the toy relentlessly drove her toward the edge.
The lobby doors slid open with a whisper, releasing Minju into the chilled night air like a champagne cork popping free. Behind her, the last few fans still lingered, their squealed *Minju-ya!*s bouncing off the concrete pillars as she waved blindly over one shoulder. The vibrations between her thighs had escalated to a near-painful thrumâtwo hours of edging leaving her muscles clenched tight as a coiled spring.
Her phone buzzed against her hip the second the car came into view. The preview flashed on her lock screen: Ur master is already arrive slut. The vulgarity of itâthe ownershipâmade her pussy twitch around the toy still buried inside her, another bead of slickness trickling down her inner thigh beneath the layers of her stage skirt.
The car peeled away from the venueâs floodlights, tires hissing against wet asphalt. Minjuâs fingers clawed at the leather seat as the first real tremors hitânot the controlled shudders sheâd suppressed onstage, but full-body convulsions that rattled her teeth. Ten meters. Twenty. Then her vision whited out completely.
Her back arched off the seat like a snapped bowstring, every muscle locking rigid as the vibrator finallyâfinallyâreleased her from its torment. A sound tore from her throat that wasnât human; half scream, half sob, drowned beneath the hum of the AC vents. The first jet of fluid hit the seat with an audible splash, hot enough to fog the leather instantly. Then another. And another.
It didnât stop.
Her thighs trembled violently, knees splaying wide as the squirting turned into a relentless gushâtwo hours of denied orgasms evacuating her body in waves that left the seat shining. The vibratorâs remote lay discarded on the dashboard, its LEDs still blinking at maximum setting. Her stage skirt darkened from sequined pink to a sodden burgundy, the fabric clinging to her thighs with every convulsion.
âLook at you,â you murmured, reaching over to pinch her swollen clit through soaked panties. Minjuâs entire body jerked like a marionette with cut strings, another arc of fluid spraying across the center console. Her head lolled against the headrest, eyes rolled back to show crescents of white, lips parted around silent, panting breaths.
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The Prada boutiqueâs marble floors reflected the chandelier light like a still lake, fracturing the crowdâs silhouettes into shimmering fragments. Minjuâs heels clicked too loudly as she crossed the threshold, the absence of panties beneath her tailored slacks making every step feel like a dare. The fifth beadâthe largestâhad settled deep inside her with a weight that made her hips sway involuntarily, her body still hyperaware from the car.
âAct natural,â you murmured into her ear, hand resting just above the small of her back where the remote bulged slightly in your pocket. She inhaled sharply through her nose, her fingers tightening around the stem of her champagne flute as the first bead vibrated to lifeâa faint, teasing hum that rippled up her spine. Level one.
A publicist approached, air-kissing both cheeks while gushing about Minjuâs âeffortless elegance.â She smiled mechanically, her free hand clenching into a fist behind her back when you thumbed the remoteâs dial upward. Level two. The second bead pulsed in tandem with the first, the dual vibrations making her thighs press together instinctively. The publicistâs brow furrowed. âYouâre flushed! Is the AC not working for you?â
Minjuâs laugh sounded brittle even to her own ears. âJustâahâjust excited.â The lie dissolved into a shaky exhale as you cranked the remote again. Level three. The third bead expanded fractionally, the ridges along its surface dragging against her inner walls in a way that made her toes curl inside her stilettos. A drop of champagne sloshed over the rim of her glass, landing on the marble with a sound like a pin dropping.
Across the room, a photographer lifted his camera. Minjuâs spine straightened reflexivelyâyears of training overriding the tremors in her legsâbut the moment the flash fired, you twisted the dial to four. The fourth bead inflated with a soft click, stretching her mercilessly. Her grip on the champagne flute turned white-knuckled, the crystal threatening to shatter as she fought to keep her hips from rocking forward. Someone complimented her âradiant glow.â
The Prada boutiqueâs exit doors hissed shut behind Minju with the finality of a guillotine blade. Her legs nearly gave out the moment she cleared the threshold, her thighs slick with more than sweat beneath the tailored slits of her designer slacks. The beadsâfuck, all fiveâstill pulsed inside her at irregular intervals, the last one inflated to its widest setting just as sheâd bid farewell to the CEOâs wife. A fresh trickle of arousal dripped down her inner thigh at the memory of how the woman had complimented her âcomposure.â
Your black sedan idled at the curb, exhaust curling like cigarette smoke in the neon wash of the boutiqueâs signage. Minjuâs heels caught on the pavement as she stumbled forward, her fingers trembling too violently to work the door handle. You leaned across and popped it open manually, the interior lights revealing the sweat-damp strands of hair clinging to her temples.
âGet in,â you said, not looking up from your phone. The screenâs glow illuminated the remote in your other handâthumb hovering over the dial that controlled the beads currently stretching her to the brink.
Minju collapsed into the passenger seat with a whimper, her sequined clutch tumbling to the floor as she braced both hands against the dashboard. The moment the door clicked shut, you twisted the remote to its highest setting. All five beads roared to life simultaneouslyâvibrating, expanding, pulsingâand Minjuâs back arched off the leather with a choked scream, her forehead thumping against the window as her hips jerked uncontrollably.
âP-Pleaseââ Her voice shattered into a moan when you pressed the âpatternâ button, initiating the alternating rhythm that had driven her insane during the event. The first bead swelled while the second contracted, the third rotating its ridges against her g-spot as the fourth released a tiny burst of lubricant from its porous surface. The fifthâthe largestâremained fully inflated, stretching her entrance obscenely with every involuntary clench.
Minjuâs fingers dug into the leather seat, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the beads twisted inside her mercilessly. âP-Please,â she whimpered, her voice crackingânot from desperation, but from the sheer effort of forcing the words past lips that wanted to moan instead. âStop⌠I canâtââ
You clicked your tongue, tilting the remote so the LED display reflected in her dilated pupils. âTell me what you really want,â you murmured, watching the way her thighs trembled even as they pressed together. âUse your words, princess.â
She shook her head violently, strands of hair sticking to her sweat-slicked neck. âN-Noâ!â The denial dissolved into a choked cry as you activated the ârippleâ function, sending waves of vibration rolling through each bead in sequence. Her hips jerked forward instinctively, her blouse riding up to reveal the flushed skin of her stomach.
âLiar,â you whispered, thumb hovering over the intensity dial. The carâs interior smelled like her arousalâthick and musky, mingling with the sharp citrus of her perfume. âYour pussyâs dripping onto the seat. Again.â You reached over, dragging two fingers through the mess before holding them up to her lips. âTaste.â
Minju turned her face away with a sob, but her tongue darted out instinctively, swiping across your fingertips with a shudder. The flavorâsalty, electricâmade her whimper, her body betraying her yet again as another gush of wetness soaked through her slacks.
Minjuâs fingers dug deeper into the leather seat as she shook her head again, her breath ragged. âI donâtâI donât want this,â she lied, the tremor in her voice betraying her as another bead pulsed inside her, twisting just right. Her thighs pressed together involuntarily, the soaked fabric of her slacks sticking to her skin with every shift.
âYou donât?â Your thumb hovered over the remoteâs dial, watching her hips jerk as the beads alternated rhythmically. The LED display cast a faint glow across her flushed faceâher lips parted, her lashes damp with unshed tears. âThen why are you still here?â
She swallowed hard, her throat working visibly. âBecauseâbecause youâre making me,â she hissed, but her voice cracked on the last word, her body betraying her again as another bead released a burst of lubricant, drawing a choked whimper from her lips.
âMaking you?â You chuckled, low and dark, twisting the dial up another notch. The beads vibrated harder, the fifth one expanding just enough to make her gasp. âLook at you. Youâre dripping.â Your fingers trailed down her thigh, gathering the wetness before pressing two fingers against her parted lips. âTell me you donât want this. Go ahead.â
Minjuâs breath hitched, her tongue darting out instinctively to lick the slick from your fingers before she could stop herself. A shudder wracked her frame, her hips twitching forward helplessly. âIâI hate you,â she whispered, but the words lacked any real venom, dissolving into a moan as the beads shifted again.
The confession tore from Minjuâs lips like a bullet from a silencerâtoo fast, too honest, the recoil slamming her back against the leather seat. âI love it,â she gasped, her fingers already clawing at the waistband of her ruined slacks. The beads pulsed inside her mercilessly, twisting her denial into something wet and broken. âIâfuckâI love itââ
Her nails scraped against slick skin as she shoved the fabric down her thighs, her hips jerking forward of their own volition. The moment her fingers found her clit, her entire body bowed off the seat, a strangled cry ripping from her throat. The beads rippled inside herâone, two, threeâeach ridge dragging against her walls in perfect, agonizing sync with the circling of her own fingertips.
âLook at you,â you murmured, watching her hips stutter helplessly against the relentless vibrations. Her thighs trembled, her knees splayed wide as her fingers worked furiously between themâtwo plunging inside while her thumb pressed her clit in tight, frantic circles. âFilthy little thing. Canât even wait for permission.â
Minju didnât answerâcouldnât. Her breath came in ragged, whistling gasps as the pleasure built like a storm surge, threatening to drag her under. The beads swelled in response to her movements, expanding just enough to make her sob when she clenched around them. Her reflection in the window was obsceneâlips swollen, pupils blown, her blouse half-unbuttoned where sheâd torn at it in her desperation.
The first orgasm hit like a train. Her back arched violently, her thighs clamping around her own wrist as her pussy fluttered around the beads still buried inside her. A thin, high whine escaped her throatâthe kind of sound sheâd never make on stageâbefore her body squeezed, her fingers buried to the knuckle as a jet of fluid splattered across the dashboard.
Minjuâs fingers didnât stopâcouldnât stopâeven as her thighs trembled violently, another wave of slickness dripping down her wrist. The beads still pulsed inside her mercilessly, their vibrations syncing with the frantic circling of her own fingertips until her vision blurred at the edges. Her fourth orgasm left her breathless, her head lolling against the headrest as her hips jerked forward instinctively, chasing the sensation even as oversensitivity set in.
âYouâre dripping on my seats,â you murmured, watching another jet of fluid splash against the leather. The scent of her arousal clung thick to the air, mingling with the sharp citrus of her perfume. Your fingers trailed idly along the remoteâs controls, thumb hovering over the dial. âTell meâdo you want my cock now?â
Minjuâs breath hitched, her fingers stuttering mid-thrust. Her lips parted around a silent gasp before she swallowed hard, her throat working visibly. The denial was thereâhovering on her tongueâbut her body betrayed her again, her hips canting forward greedily as the beads twisted inside her.
âIââ Her voice cracked, her fingers curling deeper as another weak squirt spilled out. Her thighs trembled, her knees splaying wider unconsciously. âI hate you,â she whispered, but the words lacked conviction, dissolving into a moan as her thumb pressed harder against her clit.
You smirked, twisting the dial up another notch. The beads swelled in response, the fifth one expanding just enough to make her cry out. âLiar,â you murmured, leaning closer. Her breath came in ragged bursts, her chest heaving beneath the rumpled fabric of her blouse. âYouâre begging for it. Look at youâfucking yourself raw in my car like some desperate slut.â
Her fingers stilled, her wrist trembling violently. The denial died on her lips as another orgasm tore through her, her body jerking forward uncontrollably. Fluid splashed against the console, her thighs glistening with the evidence of her surrender.
âAnswer me.â Your voice dropped, rough with promise. âDo you want my cock? Right here, right now?â
Minjuâs eyelashes fluttered shut, her lips parting around a shaky exhale. Her fingers twitched where they were still buried inside herself, her thumb rubbing slow, deliberate circles against her swollen clitâas if she couldnât stop, even now.
âY-Yes,â she whispered, the admission barely audible over the hum of the beads still vibrating inside her. âPleaseâfuckâplease, I need itââ
The words spilled out in a rush, her voice breaking on the last syllable as her hips jerked forward again. Another weak squirt dripped down her wrist, her body wrung dry but still pulsing around nothing.
The streetlights flickered like dying fireflies as you pulled into the abandoned industrial lot, gravel crunching beneath the tires. Before the engine had even fully silenced, Minjuâs fingers were already scrabbling at her seatbeltânot to escape, but to pounce. The buckle hadnât even clicked open when she vaulted across the center console, her sequined skirt riding up to expose the swollen, glistening mess between her thighs.
Her knees slammed into the dashboard with a thud as she straddled you, her soaked panties grinding against the bulge in your slacks before you could unzip them. âFuckingâimpatientââ you growled, but her hips were already rolling, the friction drawing a broken whimper from her throat. The beads youâd left inside her clicked audibly with every movement, still vibrating faintly from their last setting.
Minjuâs fingers tore at your waistband like a starving woman ripping open a meal. Your cock sprang free, already achingly hard, and she didnât hesitateâjust dropped onto you with a wet, gasping cry. The stretch made her thighs tremble instantly, her inner muscles fluttering around you in ragged pulses. No prep. No easing in. Just her cunt swallowing you whole in one desperate plunge, her nails digging crescent moons into your shoulders as she bottomed out.
âLook at you,â you hissed, fingers tightening in her hair as she bounced wildly in your lap, her sequined skirt hiked up around her waist. The beads inside her clicked with every frantic movement, the sound drowned out by the wet slap of her thighs against yours. âLike a fucking animal.â Her tongue darted out instinctively, swiping across her lower lipâalready bitten raw from the fan sign.
Minju didnât deny it this time. Her hips stuttered mid-thrust, her swollen clit dragging against your pelvis as she whimpered, âYesââ The admission tore from her throat like a confession, her fingers clawing at your shirt collar for leverage. Her ponytail had come half-undone, strands of hair sticking to the sweat-slicked column of her neck.
You gripped her chin, forcing her to meet your gaze. âSay it again,â you demanded, your cock twitching inside her as her walls clenched reflexively.
âIâfuckâI love it,â she gasped, her hips rolling in desperate circles, chasing the friction. The beads shifted inside her with every movement, their vibrations syncing perfectly with your thrusts. âI need itââ
Her words dissolved into a broken moan as you slammed her down harder, the head of your cock grinding against her cervix. The dashboard clock blinked mockinglyâ9:47 PMâits green glow reflecting in the sweat beading along her collarbones.
The streetlightâs orange glow slithered across Minjuâs sweat-slicked thighs like liquid amber as she rode you with ragged, uncoordinated thrustsâno longer the idolâs polished grace, just a creature of raw need. Her sequined skirt pooled around her waist in a glittering mess, the fabric soaked through where her juices dripped down onto your slacks. Each bounce sent another splash against your thighs, the sound obscenely loud in the carâs humid confines.
âF-Fuckââ Her voice cracked as your cock speared deeper, the tip kissing her cervix with a pressure that made her toes curl inside her abandoned heels. The beads inside her clicked with every movement, their vibrations syncing with your pulse as her cunt clenched greedily around you. Her ponytail had fully unraveled now, dark strands plastered to her neck and collarbones like streaks of ink.
You gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, fingers digging into the soft flesh as she shuddered through another aborted orgasm. âLook at you,â you growled, thrusting up to meet her downward plunge. Her thighs trembled violently, her knees slipping on the leather seats from how thoroughly sheâd drenched them. âRuining my fucking slacks like some back-alley slut.â
Minjuâs only response was a broken whimper, her hips stuttering mid-movement as another gush of fluid spilled out around your cock. Her reflection in the rearview mirror was obsceneâlips swollen from biting, eyes glazed and unfocused, her blouse hanging open to reveal one peaked nipple where the fabric had torn. The streetlight caught the sweat beading along her sternum, turning each droplet into a tiny jewel as her breath came in ragged, whistling gasps.
The first warning twitch in your balls had you slamming her down harder, your cockhead grinding against her cervix in a way that made her shriek. âGonna cum,â you warned, not that she could stop nowânot with how her cunt fluttered around you like a heartbeat. âTake it all.â
Minjuâs entire body seized when your cum flooded herâa full-body shudder that arched her spine like a bowstring before collapsing her forward onto your chest. Her breath came in ragged, whistling gasps against your collarbone, her thighs still trembling violently where they straddled you. The dashboard clock ticked over to 10:03 PM, its green glow highlighting the sweat-slicked hollow of her throat as she struggled to inhale.
âBackseat,â you ordered, already shoving her off your lap. Minju stumbled on numb legs, her sequined skirt clinging wetly to her thighs as she crawled gracelessly over the center console. The beads inside her clicked faintly with every movement, still vibrating at their lowest setting. She collapsed face-first onto the leather with a whimper, her fingers too weak to undo the zipper of her ruined stage outfit.
You didnât make her wait. The dress tore open under your hands like tissue paper, rhinestones scattering across the seats as you wrenched it down her shoulders. Her bare back gleamed in the dim overhead lightâslick with sweat, the knobs of her spine standing out like pearls on a string. You palmed her ass roughly, smearing the mess between her thighs before yanking her hips up into position.
Minju gasped when you shoved back into her without warning, her elbows buckling as your cock speared deep in one brutal thrust. The angle forced her face into the seat, her cheek pressed against the cool leather while her ass stayed high in the airâan obscene display of submission. The beads inside her clicked in protest as you bottomed out, their vibrations syncing with your pulse as her cunt fluttered weakly around you.
âF-Fullââ she slurred, her voice muffled against the seat. Her fingers scrabbled for purchase, nails leaving crescent moons in the leather as you set a punishing pace. Each snap of your hips sent a wet slap echoing through the car, her juices dripping down her inner thighs to pool beneath her knees.
The third smack echoed like a gunshot in the cramped backseat, Minjuâs ass jolting under your palmâalready scarlet from the first two. But this time, instead of a whimper, her hips jerked backward into the impact, her voice ragged with something new. âAgain,â she gasped, fingers clawing at the leather seat. âHarderâfuckâhit me harderââ
You obliged instantly, the fourth slap landing so hard her entire body lurched forward, her knees skidding apart on the slick leather. Her cunt clenched around your cock like a vice, the sudden squeeze so tight you saw starsâand then came the splash, hot liquid gushing down your thighs as her body bowed in a violent arc. âYesâyesââ she sobbed, her voice shattered beyond recognition, her hips grinding back against you like a bitch in heat.
The fifth smack split the air like a whipcrack, your fingers leaving stark white indents in the flesh of her ass before blooming red. Minju screamed, her thighs quaking as another jet of fluid sprayed across the backseat, her pussy pulsing around you in frantic, fluttering contractions. Her nails tore through the upholstery, foam peeking through the gashes as she babbled half-formed pleasââMoreâpleaseâdonât stopâââeach word punctuated by another desperate rock of her hips.
You twisted your fingers in her sweat-drenched hair, yanking her head back to watch her face as your next slap landedâharder, meaner, the sound like a firework exploding in the tiny space. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream, her pupils swallowing her irises whole as her cunt squeezed, another gush of fluid soaking your balls. The scent of her arousal was thick enough to tasteâmusky and electric, mingling with the leather and her ruined perfume.
âFilthy thing,â you snarled, smacking her again, reveling in the way her body jolted into the pain, her asscheeks trembling under your palm. âLook at youâbegging for it like some backalley slut.â Her only response was a broken moan, her hips stuttering as another orgasm ripped through her, her cunt milking your cock with greedy, involuntary pulses.
The final pulse of your release hit like a shockwaveâhot and thick, forcing another choked cry from Minjuâs throat as her cunt clenched around you in reflex. Her thighs trembled violently, her knees skidding wider on the leather as she tried to take it deeper, her hips jerking backward in tiny, aborted motions even as oversensitivity set in. The scent of sex clung thick to the airâmusky and primal, mingling with the acrid bite of sweat and the fading floral notes of her stage perfume.
Minjuâs fingers scrabbled weakly at the seat, her nails leaving crescent moons in the leather as she collapsed forward with a shudder. The beads inside her clicked faintly with every ragged breath, still vibrating at their lowest settingâa constant reminder of your control even now. A fresh trickle of cum seeped out around your softening cock, dripping down her inner thighs to join the mess already pooling beneath her knees.
âFuck,â she slurred, her voice raw and broken, her cheek pressed against the sweat-damp seat. Her eyelashes fluttered weakly, her pupils still blown wide with pleasure despite her exhaustion. The streetlight outside flickered, casting jagged shadows across the arch of her spineâeach vertebra standing out like pearls on a string beneath her damp skin.
The beads clicked inside her one final timeâa wet, mechanical soundâbefore your fingers hooked around the silicone strings and yanked. Minjuâs scream tore through the car like shattered glass as all five beads slid free in one brutal pull, her body arching violently off the seat. The sudden emptiness triggered something primalâher thighs snapped shut instinctively, only to fly apart again as her cunt pulsed, a jet of clear fluid spraying across the backseat with enough force to fog the window.
âF-FUCKâ!â Her voice fractured into a sob as another spasm wracked her frame, her fingers scrabbling uselessly at the leather while her hips jerked forward uncontrollably. The beads dangled from your grip like obscene pearls, each one coated in her slickness, their ridges glistening under the overhead light. Minjuâs eyes rolled back as another gush splattered against the door handle, her body convulsing like a live wireâunable to stop, unable to breathe.
You didnât give her time to recover. Your cock slapped wetly against her inner thigh before spearing back into her swollen cunt with a single brutal thrust. The stretch made her shriek, her walls clamping down hard enough to hurt, her muscles fluttering around you in frantic, uneven pulses. Another flood of fluid gushed out around your shaft, soaking your balls and the ruined leather beneath her knees.
Minjuâs head thrashed against the seat, her ponytail whipping wildly as her hips stuttered forward in tiny, aborted movements. âT-Tooâtoo muchââ she slurred, but her thighs trembled wider, her knees slipping in the mess sheâd made. The scent of her climax hung thick in the airâmusky and electric, mingling with the sharp tang of sweat and the fading floral notes of her ruined perfume.
âLook at you,â you growled, dragging your fingers through the slickness dripping down her inner thighs before smearing it across her parted lips. Her tongue darted out instinctively, licking your fingertips clean with a shudder even as tears spilled down her flushed cheeks. âDripping like a fucking faucet.â
The dashboard clock blinked 11:07 PM when you dragged Minju onto the hood of the sedan, her bare thighs squealing against the cold metal. Streetlight pooled in the hollow of her throat where her head lolled back, her sweat-slicked skin glazed orange by the sodium vapor glow. You twisted her wrists behind her back, pinning them with one hand while the other yanked her hips upâher cunt still gaping slightly from the last round, a thin trickle of cum dripping onto the carâs grille.
âAgain,â you ordered, not waiting for her to comply before shoving back into her. Minjuâs gasp fractured into a moan as her spine arched, her hips jerking forward instinctively to take you deeper. The hood groaned under your combined weight, the scent of overheated metal mingling with her arousal as you set a brutal pace. Each thrust sent her sliding across the slick surface, her nipples pebbling against the cold steel until she was shuddering violentlyânot from pleasure now, but from sheer overstimulation.
By 11:23 PM, Minju was bent over the trunk, her fingernails scraping futilely at the license plate as you rutted into her from behind. Her cunt had gone slick againânot from arousal, but from the sheer volume of fluid your relentless pounding forced out of her. Every slap of your hips against her ass sent another weak spurt splattering across the bumper, her thighs trembling too violently to hold herself up without your grip on her waist.
When the clock hit 11:42 PM, you hauled her into the backseat again, her legs hooking reflexively around your waist as you pressed her into the leather. Minjuâs head thrashed against the upholstery, her lips parted around silent pleas as you fucked her through another dry orgasmâher swollen clit dragging against your pelvis with each thrust, her exhausted cunt fluttering around nothing. The beads youâd discarded earlier rolled under the seats with every movement, their faint click drowned out by the wet slap of skin on skin.
At 11:56 PM, Minju collapsed against the passenger window, her breath fogging the glass in uneven bursts as you took her from behind one last time. Her thighs were streaked with dried arousal, her cunt so overused it barely clenched around you anymore. Only the occasional twitch of her hips betrayed that she was still consciousâbarelyâher fingers limp against the dashboard as you chased your own release.
When the dashboard clock finally blinked 12:00 AM, you pulled out with a wet pop, watching her hips jerk weakly in response. Minjuâs eyelids fluttered shut, her mouth slack around a soundless moan as her body finally gave out. A thin trickle of cum leaked from her gaping cunt, but even that had slowed to a sluggish dripâher body wrung dry after hours of relentless use.
You dragged a thumb through the mess between her thighs, smearing it across her parted lips. Her tongue didnât even twitch this time. The vibrator remote blinked mockingly from the cup holder, its battery long dead. Outside, a streetlight flickeredâcasting jagged shadows across Minjuâs ruined stage outfit, the sequins dulled by sweat and bodily fluids.
She didnât stir when you buckled her into the passenger seat, her head lolling against the window with a soft thunk. The only sign of life was the faint rise and fall of her chestâand the occasional tremor that wracked her frame when you adjusted the seatbelt over her bruised hips.
The car smelled like sex and exhaustion. You cracked the window halfway, letting the night air dilute the musk clinging to the upholstery. Minjuâs phone buzzed in her discarded clutchâanother notification from her idol groupâs management, no doubtâbut the sound barely registered against the hum of the engine.
At the first red light, you glanced over. Her eyelashes cast delicate shadows across her cheekbones, her lips still slightly parted. A thin line of drool trailed from the corner of her mouth, glistening under the streetlights. You wiped it away with your thumb, pressing just hard enough to leave a faint indent in her plush lower lip.