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That’s the only explanation for you meeting Chaewon at a party, because otherwise, it would be at risk of being labeled as fate—and boy, are those dangerous waters to explore.

And now, she’s ruffling her hair like nothing happened, having just taken a shot of something strong enough to get her ears red. You don’t know which; the party’s buzzing with probably each type of vice, liquor, and sin. You don’t usually attend parties for that reason. You don’t need a bad influence in your life when it’s so easy to get hooked onto the wrong thing.

Yet when your eyes find hers in this pool of bodies, you realize you’re just relapsing into an old dirty habit.

It’s written all over her easy smile, the way the fringe falls over her forehead. Chaewon turns up her chin and says, “Why don’t I know you?”

The audacity of this girl, really. Her voice is saccharine sweet. Her words sound like the lyrics to a siren’s song. You’re already six feet deep into the waters and she’s holding you down.

Yunjin rolls her eyes. She’s your best friend, but she’s also Chaewon’s best friend, which means she knows exactly how this is going to play out. It’s an old story. Chaewon does that seductress act, preying onto some poor guy, and the next thing she knows, they’re making out in the master bedroom.

 “Oh my god, don’t tell me you’re already flirting with him.”

“I’m not flirting with him,” says Chaewon, but she’s not even looking at Yunjin, her hand already ending up on your forearm. “What do you take me for, Jennifer? A slut?”

Yunjin thoughtfully places her fingertip on her chin. “Well—”

Chaewon bursts into laughter and tells her to shut up. God, even her smile is gorgeous. She’s a goddess up close—not a pore or a blemish anywhere on that flawless skin. Her scent is faint and sweet, some fragrance you can’t buy for four digits anywhere. You hate that you notice it. It just makes you think how far behind you are to Chaewon. Girls like her don’t look at guys like you.

Hanni catches Yunjin’s attention, dressed in a heart-shaped little top and fairy boots, looking like a butterfly. She squeals when she sees Yunjin, and their reunion leaves you and Chaewon to yourselves. The tension between you grows thicker. It’s impossible to breathe.

“Don’t listen to her. She’s just jealous I get to have you.” She tilts her pretty head and squints thoughtfully. “What was your name again?”

You can’t believe she’s talking to you, out of everyone in this house party. But you tell her your name anyway, and you can already tell it’s something her mouth will keep to memory. She’s circling you like you’re prey.

Don’t you want to fight back? Don’t you want to puff out your chest and say you know exactly how girls like her work? You’re just standing there, trapped by that golden voice and deadly silhouette. You’re not even pretending you want her to fuck off.

“It’s a nice party,” continues Chaewon. “Kazuha did her big one with it. Invited all the rich guys, the buff ones, the hot ones…” She pauses her stroking on your flesh to finally look you in the eye. “Tell me, are you any of those? Because if not, I’m packing my stuff.”

“I—I’m sort of—”

The serious look is immediately shattered from her face with a gorgeous laugh. “I’m just messing with you,” Chaewon assures you. It’s a cruel thing to joke about but she’s so pretty that forgiveness is instant. “I’m here to take my mind off things like you are. I’m not trying to do anything.”

But you should know by now that Kim Chaewon is a liar. From the very first second, she lied to Yunjin, lied to you about just messing with you. Her hand brushes yours as she reaches for a drink. Then it’s on your arm. Then it’s under your chin as she talks her way into a bedroom.

You don’t stop her. 

The yellow lamplight casts shadows over Chaewon, contouring her figure into a tiny silhouette on the wall. That tiny dress that reveals her back looks better in the dark. All you’re thinking is that this only ends one way, and how it shouldn’t because she’s trouble and you’ve already got problems without Kim Chaewon on your mind. What more are you looking to add?

She’s talking about her friends as she sits on the bed. And she’s got a lot of them—Yunjin, the girl she’s forever linked with; Kazuha, the biggest party girl with somehow the most innocent face, and; Sakura, who’s pretty much an introvert. She likes to stay home and crochet. It’s more fun that way, she had argued, and Chaewon rolled her eyes. This time though, she agreed to wait down in the lobby just in case anybody needed a designated driver. 

“But if you ask me,” she says (you didn’t), “Eunchae dresses best among all of us. I think it’s the sort of Gen Z fashion the older girls can’t master. Knows how to do her makeup, don’t you think?”

You realize here that Chaewon is kind of full of herself, only masking it behind asking your opinions then building another story about herself from that. Every word is a plot device leading to her, the main character. It’s something you find in too many people. They think that everyone and everything orbits around them.

It’s actually a pet peeve of yours but you have to give it to her: Kim Chaewon has every right to be narcissistic. Pretty face, great body, a great bank account to back her vices. She’s the girl every guy wants and every girl wants to be. It’s probably a statement made about girls less attractive and magnetic than her, but you know at the end of the day, it’s a title that only becomes true when given to her. She’s a carnal desire, something you cry about when you confess it to a priest.

“I guess I wasn’t really looking at her,” you admit. 

“Oh?” Chaewon sets her drink down. Her voice drops even lower. “Who were you looking at then?”

It’s a trap. It’s a fucking trap. But before you could tell her you’re leaving, Chaewon’s already kissing you. 

She tastes like vodka and sin and everything you shouldn’t be indulging in. But you do anyway.

She gets on her knees like she’s done it plenty of times for you. You get an idea of how an angel would react when they get a taste of sin when she cums around your cock. Her eyes  shut, her body curls around you like it’s the only thing in the world she can hold onto. She looks fucking perfect.

Girls like Chaewon give you heaven for a night then leave you forever. They leave you wanting more but never give it to you even if you get on your knees and pray.

But Chaewon obviously likes something about you. And come on—she’s no fucking angel anyway. You both can go to hell.

-

You have a place of your own, but most of your time nowadays is spent in Chaewon’s luxurious Gangnam apartment. You raise this concern to her as she does her makeup in the living room mirror. The lipgloss makes her lips look plusher, the mascara enlarging those pretty eyes. You raised concern over her vanity as well, but she dismissed it. You love it when I look pretty for you anyway.

(And you hated to say that she’s right. You love when she puts on lipstick that ends up all over your neck. You love when she wears the sexiest dresses of all so you can take them off. So you zipped your mouth shut and waited another hour for her to doll up.)

“Friends share, don’t they?” she replies. Her ass looks great in those cycling shorts. She said she’s going to the gym, but if she sticks her ass out at you one more time, she’d have to delay. 

You laugh. “Even friends with benefits?”

“It’s in the name, baby. Friends with benefits. Your benefit is staying in this chic place with me, while my benefit is that cock of yours.”

At least she’s clear with the fact that she’s using you. Sure, she likes that you’re easy to talk to and that there are no strings attached. But the feeling of your cock in her is too good to let pass.

And right now, Chaewon’s eyeing you like she’s up to no good.

You know that look. “Now?”

“What, you think I’m just horny 24/7?”

Chaewon walks and talks like she’s willing to go against each word. Those toned, perfect legs stride over to you. Her voice is sultry enough to stir a heat inside of you that, ironically, only she can put out.

She adds fuel to the fire by sliding onto your lap, her favorite seat. The curve of her cheeks perfectly aim at your bulge. You groan as Chaewon starts to circle her hips around you, all while she looks back at you with a bite of her lip.

You close your hands around her waist. “Thought you were driving to the gym?” 

“I could do a different type of exercise here instead.” 

“The membership is like, a fortune per month, Chae.”

You’re struggling to get your words out already. Damn those stupid shorts. Chaewon’s practically humping you. The feel of fabric upon fabric and her plump flesh pressed against yours is dizzying. 

“Doesn’t matter,” Chaewon says. Her breaths shorten but she doesn’t stop moving. The sports bra cups her tits that bounce with each rotation. “I can think of certain ways to pay it back.”

“And what could that be?”

She’s already giving you a hint with the hypnotizing sway of her hips. 

The graze of your clothed cock against her clit makes Chaewon gasp. You haven’t even gotten inside her, nor have you taken off that bra that pushes up her bouncy chest. But the feel of her gyrating against you, knowing exactly how you like it, is enough to make you go over the edge.

Not yet.

Chaewon rises from your lap. You almost groan if not for the show she’s offering you this time. She makes a show of stretching upwards, drawing your eyes to her tight midriff, before turning her back to you. Her fingers hook around the hugging material of her shorts to hike them slowly down her thighs. That bubble butt almost pops out of the fabric.

Only a thong. No wonder the wetness soaked through. 

She bends over a little as she shakes her cute little ass to you. You can see how wet she is, arousal sticking to the tiny thong snug between her cheeks. You quickly remove your pants as well because you know how this goes with Chaewon. She’s fucking insatiable. She never takes no for an answer.

And you never give no as an answer either. You’re a match made in hell.

“I was thinking…” Her knees dent the sofa beside your hips. With her palms on your chest, she works your cock, grinding her swollen clit on the head. Both of you gasp. 

“That’s new.”

“God, shut up.” Chaewon’s whimpering now. “Y-you know how we fuck like animals, right?”

She sinks onto the first few inches, her walls pulsing and fluttering around you. You let out a deep sigh. The sight of your cock disappearing into Chaewon’s tight little pussy never gets old. 

She warms your member for a few delicious seconds, her walls pulsating around you. Chaewon bites her lip and throws her head back. 

“Kind of stating the obvious here, Chae.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” she says in that irresistibly cute voice. It doesn’t seem too cute anymore when you compare it to how she begins to ride you, her hips rolling forward as if she’s trying to feed her cunt more of your cock. “But who’s to say we can’t use it to our advantage?”

She isn’t even explaining herself yet but already it sounds like all sorts of bad ideas. Chaewon herself is a bad idea. You told yourself that at the party, but she ends up on your cock anyway. 

Like right now: her clever hips snap downwards, and there’s that timeless feeling of her walls clenching around you. You lay back on the sofa and try to take deep breaths. Chaewon’s done this before, more than you could tally, but the way she fixes herself onto your cock feels new each time. You have to reacquaint yourself with how tight she actually is. 

The toned line of Chaewon’s back arches beautifully. You can’t take your eyes off it. Your abs tighten up as her ass bounces on your cock. 

“Let’s see: we’re both pretty fucking hot—” You laugh, the sound drowned out by a moan of your own. Chaewon bites her lip. “And we both have a pretty hard time keeping our hands off each other. Imagine the money we could make off that.”

Chaewon’s going faster now. Her strangled groans collide with the sound of her thighs slapping against yours. 

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” you ask, because the more Chaewon bounces on you, the more you can’t think of a reason it should be a bad idea.  

Her melodic moans strike every chord. How she could even get words out from how hard she’s riding you, you’ve no idea. Chaewon is a strategist anyway. She knows how to make do. So she rises from your lap, letting each pulsing inch leave her cunt, before ramming them all back inside her. 

You groan. Chaewon laughs, but in spite of it, her languid movements never stop. When she gyrates to and fro, you start thinking about how this is probably a ploy to get you to agree. Look, her body seems to talk to you, in all its little motions and curves, look how good it is to see me stuffed with your fat cock. Look how good you make me feel. Wouldn’t you want to see it all on camera?

You both know what the answer is.

Chaewon’s smirking. “I’m saying we should make a movie.” She starts rubbing her clit, and her breath hitches between her sultry words. “And god, baby, we don’t even have to have a script or anything. It could just be me and you, doing what we do best.”

Her voice gets higher. Her hips start to move faster, more frantically than you could handle. And lord knows you’re the only one who could handle Chaewon. If it weren’t for you, who was going to keep her satisfied?

“And you know the camera’s my best friend. I’d look good getting stuffed by that hard cock from any angle. Anyone can watch you fuck me, but they know they could never be as good as you. They could never own me like you do.”

This has to be illegal. It’s the way she’s egging you on, knowing exactly what to say to ruin you, combined with the orgasmic choreography of her hips that renders you defenseless against her. And what harm could be done? Chaewon looks great on camera, even greater when it immortalizes into pixels how her face looks when she cums. It could be something you’d look back at when you’re worked up and she isn’t there (although that rarely happens), or sell with a reminder taped onto the plastic case that she’s yours. They can watch her get her little pussy destroyed but ultimately, at the end of the day, your bed is where she ends up.

You hate to say it, but all in all it sounds like a pretty fucking good idea.

“Fuck, Chaewon…”

“Is that a yes?” she asks eagerly. The lethal grip of her pussy starts to feel overwhelming. “It’s a win-win situation… please, won’t you say yes? Please, please, please—”

You could never say no to her, honestly. Not when she turns to look back at you with those sparkling doll eyes, and definitely not when she’s milking you.

You watch your cum drip outside of her like a waterfall. It’s hard to take your eyes off it, but then there’s Chaewon’s face, sweaty and lost to bliss. Yeah, she would look great on camera. And you did remember thinking back then, when you first met Chaewon, that she was never the type of girl to not be captured by a camera lens. You admit that your idea was pictorials and Vogue covers, not porn videos.

But later on, after Chaewon goes for a shower again to clean your mess up and actually works out, you find yourself setting up an account. Of course, there needs to be a discussion of some kind of how far you actually want to go with this.

“Do you want to be like… a full-on pornstar?” you ask. The question makes your ears burn. It’s not something you’d ask the average person, but you’ve been through this a million times; Kim Chaewon is not an average girl.

It’s late afternoon and you’re on a videocall with her as she drives home. The gorgeous interior of the Mustang looks almost mediocre when put next to Chaewon’s gorgeous face. 

“Nope.” She shakes her head. “I’m not made for Pornhub, sorry to disappoint.”

“How is that disappointing?” you ask in disbelief.

“I dunno. A lot of people wanna see me do porn, but it’s just gonna be a side hustle for me.” 

Nod as you get the verification code from her email. You realize that you share everything with Chaewon. You know all her passwords and she knows yours. Your bank accounts are intertwined with each other. It’s a bad idea, seeing as there isn’t a clear definition on what’s going on between you. 

But right now, you’re literally creating an account to do porn together. It can’t get worse than that.

You pick Chaewon’s prettiest photo for the avatar—one of her in that tight Diesel top with her fingers through her hair. It parallels with the small rectangle in the corner of your screen.

“It’s asking for your age,” you tell her. 

Chaewon rolls her eyes, hands tightening on the wheel. “You know the names of all the positions we’ve tried but not my birthday?”

Cowgirl at Eunbi’s house as you try to be quiet, 69 at that suite after your promotion—okay fine, maybe she has a point.

“I do know your birthday. I just can’t do math.”

“You’re an idiot,” she says. There’s sweat rolling down the sides of her face. It shines on her chest and drips down the fabric of her sports bra. You can’t stop thinking of how her skin looks so good, flushed and stretched. 

Do a little mental math, eyes up to the spiralling ceiling fan. “Was I still an idiot when I made you cum thrice last night?”

Chaewon’s face burns red. The memory’s still fresh in that pretty little head of hers. “Shut up. Just fix my account and I’ll call Minju to give us advice later.”

“Park Minju or—”

“Please use your head for once. Is there another Minju who’s both a friend of mine and a pornstar?”

Alright, so she’s talking about Kim Minju. Pretty face, cute voice, thighs that could crush you. The girl’s a socialite who only does all the indie films for fun—the talent fees mean nothing to her. 

That’s probably why she does the whole porn thing so well. Top creator minjugato.__. earns millions a month from just a camera, her bed, and another girl. She’s fulfiled a whole niche: not too famous to get into an actual scandal, not too invisible for the common guy to recognize her from a small platform movie and think hey, I don’t mind paying for this.

You look at her slim, composed figure fixed on the edge of your own bed. “How long have you been doing this?” 

Minju smiles. “Not long enough,” she says teasingly, leaning over the PC. She’s typing in a caption for your first livestream. So far she’s helped you get a fair amount of followers with a helpful promotion post. 

minjugato.__.: hi all!!! any weekend plans? :3 mine is to watch my best friend ssamuwon’s new movie later tonight. maybe you should come by!! it’s pretty explicit but i don’t think that would be a problem 👀

The stats rise by the minute. Five thousand people await Chaewon’s debut to start. Everytime you look away the number seems to get higher. There’s clear demand for Chaewon, the hottest girl in Gangnam, perhaps even the whole of South Korea itself.

No need for second-guessing. Chaewon’s in your lap, wearing the tiniest tube top known to man. You’ve seen her in less clothes and without them completely but this one’s just explicit. It accentuates her waist and lets a little skin show before her black shorts—somehow even tinier—hug her hips. 

It’s no wonder at all she managed to convince you to fuck her for work. They’ve said to avoid capitalizing off your hobbies, but let the record show that you won’t ever get tired of fucking Chaewon. 

Minju makes a final click on your keyboard. “You’re live in five minutes. I set up a few ground rules in the corner just in case they get wild.” She fires you a wink. 

Chaewon reads the box of rules sent in the chat, pinned to the top of the stream. It’s all pretty basic. No scat, no invasion of privacy, just the usual. Minju conveniently added that requests paired with high donations are prioritized. You shudder. What would the viewers make you do to Chaewon? There’s too many fantasies to pick from. 

“Thanks for helping me slut myself out, Minju,” says Chaewon with a smile too sweet for what she just said. 

It doesn’t faze Minju at all. She actually laughs, the crease of her eyes making her look like a sly fox. “You know what they say: you have to learn from the best.”

Oh, the best, alright: Minju’s videos speak for themselves. They’ve gotten billions of views, spread across every social media platform to the point she had to commission someone for a watermark. It’s all good publicity anyway. More people watching meant more traction and discovery of her account. 

The air in your room is thick with excitement. The ringlight casts a perfect shadow over Chaewon’s body. There she is, much smaller than you while your shadow alone could overpower here.

And of course, Minju’s hourglass shape is there as well. It doesn’t look like she’s leaving anytime soon. You honestly don’t mind it.

One minute to showtime. Chaewon holds your face in her hands. She’s as flawless as the day you met: perfect skin, thick lashes, eyes that could kill. There’s an evil smile sewn on those glossed lips.

“You ready, baby?” she asks. You’ve often wondered how she does that: she could speak in her usual high, cheerful voice most of the time but when the world dissolves to nothing more than you and these sheets, it drops to this ridiculously sexy low note. She’s insane. She’s unpredictable. But she’s also the sexiest woman you know.

If you had to be honest—

“Never been more ready.”

Chaewon is actually the perfect girl for this job.

When it comes to porn, it has to be specific. Every detail should be. The average viewer looks for something that they can’t get anywhere and it’s her job to be that. When every comment’s assumption about her is different, she has to put on a multitude of faces, all to keep their interest.

And it comes as nothing to her.

anonymous_lurk_79: she’s way too cute to be on here NumberOneMinjuLuver replied: it’s the cute ones that are the freakiest i said the same thing about minju

The red light blinks beside the lens. So does Chaewon, getting on her knees before the camera and batting her lashes. She’s whatever they want to be.

“Hello, is this thing on?” Chaewon smiles sweetly, as if she isn’t discussing being fucked for an audience of seven thousand and counting. “It’s my first time doing this stuff. I hope you all go easy on me.”

She looks up at you then at your growing erection. She giggles. “But I hope this one here goes as hard as he likes.”

Minju giggles, too. Chaewon was a natural.

“Shall we start?” she asks. “How do you want me?”

mingmingult: she looks a lot like the girl in minjugato’s videos whenidiethr0wmyphoneintheocean donated $****: suck his cock first like a good girl

Four digits already? 

Chaewon does as she’s told. She wraps her small hand around your cock, giving it a few hypnotic strokes. Feels like your heart is beating right there in her palm, too. She could feel every hot throb of arousal.

She then wraps her luscious lips around your cock and starts to suck. She suckles on the first few inches, letting her tongue dance around the sensitive bits, before she moves on to take more. You can see her shorts ride further down her ass as she pushes her face on your cock. 

You pick up the camera and generously give the viewers a POV shot. Chaewon blinks slowly at the camera, breaking the fourth wall, and sits on her heels so they could see some of her cleavage. She looks even more enticing and tight in this angle. Try to keep your breaths controlled so it doesn’t drown out the sloppy sounds of Chaewon making out with your cock.

“Such a good little slut,” you murmur. Use your other hand to grab Chaewon’s short hair. She moans happily. Her seductive chuckle vibrates and sends ripples of electricity throughout your body.

1800hotnfun donated $****

Chaewon sloppily presses more of your length down her throat. Her breaths arrive shorter. You have no idea if she’s looking at you or the camera. You get the advantage either way; the juxtaposition of those large innocent eyes and the way she’s blowing you could make any man cum in seconds. 

nsfwizone donated $** 69__jonginkang donated $*****: what a fucking tease ANTIFRAGILENTHUSIAST donated $******: need to see this pretty little whore’s mouth filled w my cum

That would answer your rent for the next few months, with money on the side to really get this gig going. Plus, Minju did say that large donation requests should be prioritized. 

And if whoever this guy was wanted to see Chaewon with cum overflowing from her lips, then so be it.

Your grip on Chaewon’s hair borders on painful. You pull it back, angling her chin upwards. Film from the side and the viewers could see how your cock dents Chaewon’s throat, rapidly filling it up again and again. Her nipples are already hard. Her lips provide a tight suction, her hands on your waist an anchor for balance.

You’re really giving it to her now. Chaewon’s helpless little whimpers do things to you, and apparently to the other eight thousand viewers wishing they were in your shoes. The chat is filled with obscenities. The donations rank up higher. Everyone’s waited far too long to see Kim Chaewon get her face fucked.

If it hurts, Chaewon doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t even push you away or tap out. She lies there with her knees red and grazed, taking every shot you eventually pour into her waiting mouth. Each swift plunge makes her tits bounce in that tight top. Your cum fills her soft cheeks to the brim.

The flash makes the tears in Chaewon’s eyes sparkle. “Did you get every drop?” you ask.

Chaewon nods.

“Show me.”

She looks directly at the camera as she opens her mouth. As expected, you’re given a view of the pool of semen she kept for herself. She swallows it all obediently.

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You look at Minju for approval. It’s tens across the board for her—she looks flushed, squirming on the chair. There’s a lazy smile on her face.

“Was I a good girl?’’ Chaewon asks. The chat responds quickly. It’s flooded with emojis, donations, and dirty remarks. “Shouldn’t I get a reward for swallowing your cum?”

What reward? There’s a million things you want to do to her. You could bend her over the bed, creampie her, then fuck her ass until her cheeks are red. The possibilities are endless.

You look at the stream for suggestions. One particularly dirty comment points out how hard Chaewon’s nipples are, poking through the tube top in need of attention.

Chaewon reads it, too. Her fingers run up the shape of her figure coyly. “Can Chaewonie touch herself, please?”

She cups her boobs, slowly placing her fingers over the soft flesh. A groan immediately leaves her used mouth. She makes sure to look at the camera when she bites her lip. 

She pushes the top down until it bunches just below her perfect breasts. The fabric pushes up her tits even more, as if coaxing the spotlight to focus on them. 

She starts to pinch her nipples, tweaking and pulling them like they were made to be. You can see her getting worked up already. Each roll of her fingers over the hard nubs makes her soak through her lace panties. The little sounds she makes could kill you.

“Please?” Chaewon pouts. “I’m so, sooo sensitive. Can you help me out, daddy?”

You don’t have to say anything for her to know your answer. Your job is to be silent after all. It’s Chaewon they’re paying for, not you.

You set the camera back in its place and gently push Chaewon to the mattress. You tower over her. You’re taller, bigger, stronger; and it’s even clearer when there’s the lack of proximity between the two of you. She could barely reach your shoulders. It’s the little things like that the audience looks for. 

It’s the little things like that which set you off. 

Chaewon looks good in any angle. She constantly proves that with her Instagram photos, where even closeups make her look like a goddess. But she looks the best when she’s underneath you, writhing for your touch. 

You don’t stall more than you need to. The hot kisses on her neck are just foreplay. You attach your lips to a stiff nipple. She arches her back, but you keep her pinned to the soft cloud that is your mattress—she’s not going anywhere yet. You make sure of that by pinching the other nipple, giving both sensitive breasts equal attention.

“F-fuck…” Chaewon’s whimper is nearly inaudible. The rise and fall of her chest is hypnotic. She pushes her tits into your hand as you lick and suck. “You’re so good at that.”

You’re not selling yourself short, but these easy reactions are easily drawn from the fact that she’s sensitive. Dangerously so. The trail of your hand across her body leaves one of goosebumps. The thrill of getting her face fucked still runs high, and you discovered early on that the easiest way to make Chaewon melt was play with her tits. 

You squeeze her hard enough to make her whine. But your other hand’s grown tired of kneading her breast. It’s more interested in the soaked patch of arousal in the center of Chaewon’s shorts. Her legs immediately lock around your wrist, making you finish what you started. You can’t just play with her nipples then leave her to fend for herself. 

“Don’t stop,” Chaewon gasps. Your digits start to work between her legs. Her thighs tremble and her breath hitch in that particular way that drives you wild. The tight fabric of the shorts makes it difficult for you to intensify your movements, but you make do. Chaewon deserves to get fucked within an inch of her life. It’s what she so desperately wants anyway.

It shows in how she’s pushing herself up against you, tangling her fingers in your hair, hoisting her hips up so you could go deeper. The wet squelch of your fingers driving into her cunt is deafening. It makes her blush, but she’s got no reason to be ashamed. The viewers love it. They’re throwing money at her and betting on how fast she can cum.

Chaewon finally makes a mess on your fingers and screams at the top of her lungs, shaking and whining. When the bliss overtakes her features, you suddenly become sure of something:

You’re about to be the richest guy on the planet.

-

“Jesus.” Minju claps her hands together, looking very impressed. “You two are naturals.”

It’s been three days since Chaewon’s debut, but the profit you made could fit five months.  Chaewon’s doll eyes go wide seeing the numbers on the screen. You’re surprised as well at the followers you got in so little time. Other creators needed months of work to get this kind of traction. 

“This is insane,” you say. Hand Minju a cup of tea while Chaewon measures the damage she did on the internet. Mini tabloids are going crazy. And of course, people on your street are starting to look at her differently. They know too much about what goes on inside Chaewon’s luxury apartment, but they can’t tell the world how they found out.

Minju accepts the cup gracefully. For someone who’s been doing this for so long, she’s massively impressed by the quick success. Chaewon’s follower count will match hers in little time.

“I knew we were gonna do well, but not like this,” you tell her. “Thanks for all the help, Minju.”

Chaewon giggles. “Not that we needed any.”

“Little brat can’t even be grateful,” you say disapprovingly. Chaewon pouts, but doesn’t look regretful in the slightest.

Minju’s laugh is as charming as she is. “She’s not wrong. I don’t think getting money would be a problem, but you have to keep the hype going. You don’t want to peak so early.”

She sounds like a PR manager for all the beautifully fucked up films you’re going to make with Chaewon. You trust her word, though. This was a woman who knows what she’s talking about.

Chaewon studies her nails, painted hot pink and only long enough to scratch your back. “Maybe we could open up requests.”

“That’s a good idea,” Minju agrees. “People would pay a lot to see you live out their fantasies.” She sits back on your couch. A look of amusement crosses her face. “One time a guy paid me five hundred for feet pics.”

You raise your brows. “Feet pics?”

Minju doesn’t recognize the implication and only shrugs it off. You couldn’t believe people were actually into feet. It sounds pretty mild to Minju. She’s probably been made to do worse. “It’s easy money. He could’ve gotten videos with that amount.” 

Chaewon thinks of that for a second. It doesn’t sound too bad. It would take less effort than setting up a camera and managing through violent orgasms. But she thinks she likes the latter more anyway.

She used to hear older people give her advice when she was a student. They said to make money off what she liked to do, and she’d never have to work a day in her life. She smirks. How would they react if she told them how she made her money now?

“You could paywall the more intense stuff,” Minju’s suggesting now. “Don’t ever downplay how good you’re doing. If people want to pay for it and would pay for it, let them. But don’t post too often. You want to keep them wanting more.”

“Biweekly sound fine?” Chaewon asks. Oh, she’s serious about this. You wonder how you’ll survive the next week. 

“Perfect, actually.”

You butt in the conversation for a moment. “What about equipment?” Sure, you had a ringlight and a PC, but there’s nothing more. You imagine that this would take a lot of work and stuff, like a professional camera and neon lights. 

Chaewon was wondering about that as well. She looks at Minju, who shakes her head, much to your surprise.

“You won’t have to worry about that. The average person isn’t going to Pornhub anymore to get off. They want something unscripted now.”

Minju’s fox eyes dart pointedly at the two of you. “They want something real,” she stresses.

Her gaze is sharp with accusation. Chaewon laughs and rests her head on your shoulder. You don’t say a word to deny it.

-

Just in case anybody clutches their pearls over it, you’ll clarify here that you still have pretty normal jobs. You’re not totally prostituting yourselves for money, although you hate to use that term and you’re not desperate for the extra income.

You work a corporate job and volunteer at your nearest charity when you have time on your hands. (Taking note of the latter is advice you have to take yourself because it seems you live off sin 24/7.) It allows you to split the rent with Chaewon and buy food. 

As for Chaewon, she also works a regular job. You think? Wait, you realized that you have no idea what she does for a living. You simply assumed that with all her vices and expensive clothes, she must have a job keeping her busy somewhere.

Come to think of it, you’ve never heard her complain about work. It’s been a while since you moved in and got to know each other, but all the sticky notes about deadlines on the fridge are yours. 

“Chaewon, I have something I want to ask you.”

She turns to you, her legs swinging off the seat at the bar. You gulp. All of her beautiful legs are on display thanks to that tiny brown dress. The only things that bother saving anything to the imagination are her boots. 

That stitched cowboy hat too, if it counts. And it does the opposite of what it should. It makes you think of how well it matches her dress, and the way it makes her look like a cowgirl who could ride—

“Yes?” she says, still bopping her head to the music. 

“Where the hell do you get all your money?”

Chaewon ponders over this for some time, then takes a sip of her margarita. “Oh, I don’t know.” Seeing the surprise on her face nearly makes her spit her drink out from laughing. “Seriously, I don’t know! I think it just shows up in my bank account. I guess our little collaboration helps, too.”

She winks at you. Your breaths shorten.

Nope. Just because she’s the hottest girl alive doesn’t mean she can lie to you. “Liar.”

“Don’t be a dick.”

“What was I supposed to think, Chae?” you say as diplomatically as you can. You gesture to your surroundings. “We’re in one of the most expensive bars in Hongdae where the fucking senators’ kids create scandals. You’re wearing another designer set.”

You had a point. Chaewon shrugs off the offense she took. “My fault for assuming you’d think about anything other than me in this dress.”

She stands up and twirls around. The skirt floats around her thighs. Those safety shorts are way too tiny to be considered safe. Chaewon gets a hit out of teasing you though, grinning when the realization registers on your face.

“Don’t you want to take pics of me?” asks Chaewon with a pout. She doesn’t wait for your answer and hands you her phone. It’s the latest one, pink and sleek. “So we have content to upload later!” 

While you have qualms about taking pictures of Chaewon in her ridiculously provocative outfit, she’s right. It’s been a few days since your last upload. Minju said it was important not to post too often, but too long in between posts could throw your followers off.

So here you are again, playing the role of a photographer. You snap several photos of her within minutes. Chaewon switches between poses like they’re nothing. You have one where she’s bent slightly over the bar, a finger on her lips as she looks coyly at her short skirt. There’s one in the bathroom where she looks at the mirror instead of the lens. She’s holding the cowboy hat on her head and winking. 

All that skin, that shameless seductiveness… it feels like you’re getting drunk off of these sexy photos instead of the alcohol. Chaewon is too hot for you to handle.

You return to your private booth to upload them. What would she do without you? You’re her fuckbuddy, best friend, and social media manager all at the same time. 

anyone know where i can find a ride? ❣️🤠

It’s difficult to think of a good caption. Choosing which photos to post is ruining you. Not to mention the filtering to bring out the brown of her eyes and the sunlight. It makes you stall. You have to keep staring. You have to take note of every detail, every delicious curve of her body. Images of Chaewon posing, winking, and showing off are burned forever into your mind.

Your hands shake as you hit post. Turn your phone off. Focus on having a good time and dancing and singing and whatever you do, do not take another look at those pictures. 

“Oh, you poor thing.” 

Oh no. 

Chaewon sounds smug as ever as she takes a seat on your lap. “Hard already? We aren’t even in the bedroom.”

You don’t need this right now. Getting an erection could not come at a more inconvenient time. You can’t say anything provided that you can’t even meet her eyes.

“Don’t worry,” she purrs. “I’m gonna take care of that.”

There’s a hunger in Chaewon that needs to be satiated today. You can see the fire in her eyes as she pulls you out and wraps a fist around your stiff cock. The sight of her small, dainty hand compared to your shaft is provocative by itself. Those large, deceptively innocent eyes stay on yours while she drags her delicious touch up and down, preparing you for her. 

“Been needing you so bad lately…” 

Chaewon lifts her hips slightly. She allows your cock to rub between her slick folds, teasing at her entrance but never quite giving her what she needs. Her breath hitches when you hit her clit. 

“Promise to fill me all the way up,” she whines. “Don’t leave a single drop.”

You wouldn’t dare. There hasn’t been any penetration yet the wetness of her puffy lips feels like heaven. In your hands, her core works her waist into circles. More precum ends up grinding and mixing between your sexes. 

Chaewon whimpers. “Promise me.”

“Fuck, gonna fill this pussy up, Chaewon.” Her nipples poke through the thin bikini. Her grinding grows more desperate as you groan out your obscene promise. “Gonna breed this perfect pussy. Just ride my cock like the pretty little fuckdoll you are.”

She can’t take it anymore. Chaewon slams herself down on your cock in one go.

The stretch hurts so good. Her head throws back with a breathy moan. Her soft walls immediately hold onto you, throbbing and needy. 

The music is a dull thump through the walls. You could feel the bass in your heart time with Chaewon’s bouncing. Her back is against the door. 

“There,” she gasps. “Right there, don’t stop…”

Her eyes are dim with pleasure. You bring a hand up to pinch and roll her nipple, circling the taut peak with your thumb. Immediately Chaewon’s internal muscles clench around you like a vise. 

Her hips start to lift and dance in a little choreography of an impending orgasm. You hold her down, pinning her to your lap while you thrust up in her. The tightness becomes harder to push past through. She’s so tense that you have to rub your thumb against her clit to get her to relax. 

Your eyes meet. Jesus, she was a sight for sore eyes. The toasty, sunkissed color of her makeup makes her look like she’s blushing. The two of you are flushed either way. There’s forbidden excitement in knowing one of the servers could walk in here at any moment and see Chaewon riding you harshly. You shouldn’t be doing this here. There were important people who could raise this complaint to the higher-ups and get you banned forever.

You can stop the bullshit. When has hesitation saved you from getting in trouble? When has anything convinced you not to fuck Kim Chaewon? 

-

You didn’t even mean to execute this request so well.

It just so happens that this is how a day in your life looks like with Kim Chaewon. While they pay to place themselves in your shoes and see it happen, you’re the one who actually gets to touch her. 

A guy who went by the username hanyoooojin sent a large amount of money the moment Chaewon announced requests. Unlike the other ones who filled up the rest of the slots, he didn’t want anything overly specific.

Netflix and chill anyone? 😉

That was the caption you set for the video. It’s something enticing even with its simplicity, and come on, people would watch anything if it had Chaewon in it. 

The camera records everything. It starts out with Chaewon dressed in your shirt. It’s way too big on her, and if the fabric were any more see-through, it would be clear she only had a bra on. She’s lying next to you on your bed as a movie plays on your TV.

The volume is low, almost to complete silence. It’s only static background noise to what’s going to happen.

Chaewon snuggles against you. Her body is already warm. But she does a good job of acting like she’s interested in the movie. She called it boring a million times before, and you remain convinced it was an attention span issue. 

“I fucking hate when movies are slow,” she had said. She rolled her eyes. “What’s the point of making me wait thirty minutes for something exciting to happen?”

“Sounds a lot like you to hate taking things slow,” you replied easily, earning you a punch in the shoulder.

Maybe that’s why her hand slips under the blanket a little too early. You’re supposed to be a sweet domestic couple. It’s just a role you have to play for cash to come in. Chaewon’s the sweet girlfriend and you’re the boyfriend who still wants to hang out with her even when you’re exhausted. You watch a movie together, as requested, pretending you have no idea of what she’s about to do.

Her creamy thighs folded against each other hide her wetness. Chaewon’s become a master at angles. She knows to lift the blanket a little above your thighs so the camera captures her hand in your shorts. 

You look down at what she’s doing and laugh. “Thought you wanted to watch a movie,” you say. 

Her lazy strokes work you to full mast. You remind yourself that this was supposed to be unhurried, but there was no delaying gratification around Chaewon. 

Chaewon takes her eyes briefly off the screen to smile at you. “I do.” Her voice is soft and unfazed. She looks adorable in those puppy pajamas. It really sells the fantasy. “But I can do two things at once, can’t I?”

Her thumb circles your tip with maddening precision. Chaewon kisses you with the same gentleness she uses to jack you off. You can tell she’s struggling not to pounce on you. This isn’t the kind of sex she was used to. Sex for Chaewon was trading orgasms until one of you confessed you ran short. 

For this one, she has to keep herself sane. She has to be tender with it. She takes your hand, squeezes it in hers, and places it right where she needs you. The tiny pajama shorts allow easy access to her cunt. 

“Just keep watching,” she whispers.

The hair at the back of your neck stands up. Your lips find Chaewon’s again. You run your fingers up and down her slick folds while she jerks you off. Aside from a few heavy breaths and twitches of her tight body, she doesn’t take her eyes off the movie. She’s equal parts engrossed by it and focused on getting you off.

Chaewon’s voice runs into a whine as you go faster. Her thighs start to get messy with her own arousal. It’s taking everything in her not to strip off this shirt and ride you. She can do that later, something even the audience can’t pay to see. 

Even though you’re needy and throbbing in the soft grip of her fist, you smirk. “What’s the matter, baby? I thought you said we should focus on the movie.” 

Chaewon is still intent on keeping up the pretense. But it’s clear she wants this, too, the handjob no longer the unhurried routine she initiated.

You thrust your fingers against that sweet spot she’s been aching for you to reach. Chaewon’s body curls around you tightly. Her fingernails find purchase scratching on your forearm. 

She can’t do this any longer. You’re the only actor she can watch now. Her gaze seals onto yours as her movements grow more frantic, like she’s willing you to do the same. You have one common goal here, really. It’s evident from the precum leaking onto her wrist, her cunt pulsing around your digits. This could only end one way.

That’s one of the many requests you and Chaewon fulfill. Besides the need for real stamina, especially for longer videos, it’s actually not that taxing. It’s no construction job anyway, but fucking Chaewon comes easily to you. It takes no work at all when it’s as natural as improv.

Over the weeks, you get people tipping generously just for photos, and you remember what Minju said about them. People paid a lot to see a pretty girl naked and doing whatever they wanted.

“It’s up to you if you want to do them,” you remind Chaewon. It’s one of those lazy afternoons where you’d rather bask in the airconditioning than do anything productive. While you’re fully conscious, your body’s still in sleep mode, draped in the duvet and Chaewon’s form.

Chaewon rolls her eyes. You don’t really see it since she’s clicking away at her phone, but you know her so well that it’s like watching a movie you got a first look at unfold. “Look at you getting all mushy. I told you I don’t break easily.”

You know that, too. You’ve folded her in half and split her legs apart so many times, but you learned not to let her small stature fool you. In no makeup and just an oversized shirt and shorts, Chaewon’s the most antifragile person you know. 

You wave a hand in the air. “Of course you won’t break down. You’re the most dick-addicted girl in the world.” Chaewon snorts at that. “But we’re doing homemade porn for a reason. This isn’t a corporate or something. You don’t have to do every request there is.”

Chaewon sees where this is leading up to. She shuts her phone and shifts on the bed, the ocean blue sheets rustling above her. Her arms rest on your stomach. 

She tilts her head to the side like a puppy. There’s an amused smile on her face. 

“First of all, you should stop worrying so much,” she tells you. The faux sternness in her tone shouldn’t be this cute. “And second of all, nobody’s making me do anything I don’t want to do. I’m a big girl, you don’t have to worry about me.”

Right. It should be common sense already. Chaewon’s always done things of her own accord. She’s not the malleable type of girl who takes no trouble to convince. It’s honestly one of the traits you admire about her outside of the bedroom. Maybe, if you had Chaewon’s heart of steel or one-track mind, you wouldn’t have let her fuck you at that party. You wouldn’t be in this bed with her.

But god, were you glad you’re here.

You lose yourself in these thoughts for barely five seconds and she’s already suddenly too close. One wrong move and you’d end up kissing her. There’s that warmth again, radiating from her body in what you figured to identify as a sign. You get one too many good omens from Chaewon.

“And you know what I really, really want to do?” she asks breathily. Every word is a sultry huff against your lips.

Very few could stand a chance against her. You think it’s why she likes you so much and keeps you around, regardless if she’d admit it. You’re the only guy who could look her in the eye like you are right now and reply, “Do I even have to guess?”

It doesn’t take long for it to happen. These spontaneous sessions are becoming a bad habit. But how can you help yourself when Chaewon looks like that? You’ve no defense against those lithe legs and tight midriff, much less against that even tighter pussy. 

It just so happens all this looks great on camera.

You close the gap between you until it feels like your bodies are bonded together. They’re impossible to break apart. You have one hand closed around Chaewon’s wrists, the other on her hip. The pillow muffles her screams as you thrust into her mindlessly. Her ass is sore and red. 

“God, all that talk was for nothing, wasn’t it?” It’s always worth it in the end. You completely own her. Her pussy was just made for your cock, clinging wetly onto your girth and doing so even tighter when you back it out. “You just wanted to rile me up so I can show you you’re my good little slut, taking my dick like you were born to do.”

Chaewon’s crying out, messy little sounds tumbling out of her drooling lips. The pillowcase bears her weight and those tears of bliss. The truth is she wouldn’t trade this for anything else. She could spend all her life on the end of your length, whining her tiny waist into your palms and her ass perked and ready for you. She wouldn’t know what to do without hearing the sound of your skin snapping against hers.

“Feels so—fucking—good!” Chaewon sobs into the pillow. Senseless words are all you could fuck out of her. She can’t think much when you have your dizzying grip on her wrists like that or when you’re completely destroying her tight hole. “I’m just your personal cumdump, I’m all yours, you’re going so fucking fast—”

She’s absolutely dripping around you. Her body responds to you so well because this is exactly how she likes being fucked. She likes being fucked as if you’re trying to get her cunt to memorize the shape of your member. Not one spot on her body is left untouched. Her pussy tightens dangerously when you drive up into her cunt and those messy moans could be heard even with the fabric against her mouth. 

And it’s incredible without all the lighting and ignoring the camera blinking next to you. You’ve got a great view: Chaewon bent over and her ass up on the bed, the hourglass shape of her waist to her hips even more appealing from this angle, and her toned back shining with sweat. Her tits swing back and forth in response to the force you’re taking out on her. It could make any man go crazy.

You should’ve known to put towels on the bed, because the ending’s always the same when Chaewon feels the entirety of your control, when she’s being fed every thick inch of your cock, being handled like she’s nothing but a doll to release into—

“Oh my god!” Chaewon cries out, the lightning before the thunder, the thunder before the storm. Her scream is equal parts bliss and awe—she’s shaking all over, and the swift deep drills of your cock draw out her squirt. 

Neither of you expect it. The sharp sound of it makes you slow down. She hasn’t stopped pushing her ass into you. The puddle gets on your thighs and hers, splattering on the sheets. You feel suspended in mid-air staring at the mess she’s making. It feels even more surreal knowing you did it to her.

Chaewon collapses forward, her cheek against the softness of the pillow. It’s ridiculous how good she looks in spite of the messy hair and kiss-swollen lips. Always the temptress. The camera shines light on her exhausted, satisfied simper. 

And of course, there’s the evidence that will prove this happened. It will back you up even if Chaewon randomly decides not to post this video on the internet or worse, call everything off. The fresh mess she left on the blanket—the same one you had just been cuddling in a few hours earlier—is all the proof you’ll need.

Chaewon laughs breathlessly. She arches her back beautifully as she pulls away from your cock. It’s the perfect ending scene. 

-

All entertainment industries are parallel to each other in a way. You could work in film (legitimate films, by the way—not whatever you and Chaewon are making), music, or K-pop but what they don’t tell you is they all work the same. They manufacture and process things that appeal to the consumer. You could play the usual tropes, tunes, or concepts. Go down the loveteam road or make another generative pop song. If you’re brave enough, you can search for a niche and make it your brand.

You can do anything—release an Oscar-winning film or write a critically acclaimed album, pick your poison. It all boils down to one thing everyone is looking for anyway:

A big break. 

It will solidify your place in the industry and make sure you stay there, and if not, it makes sure you get a higher spot. A big break would earn you a loyal amount of followers and more money in your pocket. Very few get their big break. Some, although deserving, don’t get theirs at all.

In Chaewon’s situation, her big break was that video. Everyone’s talking about it and everyone’s absolutely obsessed with it. You see it posted in places you don’t expect seeing it: Instagram group chats, the NSFW side of Twitter, and the first Google result that pops up when you search Chaewon’s name. It’s gotten so much traction that you start putting a watermark of her username over the videos, along with a link to her social media profiles should they ever get crossposted again.

It’s an overnight success. You grin when you see Minju’s messages, supportive as always.

Maybe you meet her half of the way. Either way, her lips are on yours. It’s easy - because fuck if this girl can’t kiss - it's a sensation unlike any you've ever felt before. It's electric. The kind of chemistry that belongs in a lab where some sort of experiment has gone spectacularly right. The way you slot together, open your mouth, and taste her. And then she parts her lips to welcome you more, the tip of her tongue is teasing over your lips and then meeting yours, and somewhere between hello and goodbye, you grab her hips and hold her against your front because you need more.

Fuck, you think, all the girls you've met in your life, so help you fucking god - you never knew what you were missing before. "Fuck, Asa," you whisper into the kiss when it gets so deep, you think your lungs may give in.

Then she moans into the kiss, her fingers combing up the back of your neck and threading through your hair. "Mm," she hums to you, breathless and soft, "what?" She pulls back to check you’re still with her, the both of you breathing hard.

You swear you were drunk five minutes ago, but now you’re stone-cold sober, staring down at this girl you’ve known for most of your college years, and all you want is for this moment to last forever. You want her everywhere, want to feel more of her skin, and taste more of her lips, and have her pull on your hair until you spill out everything you can give her.

For a split second, you hesitate. And you can see Asa realising the same thing.

"Asa," you say again, only there's something else in your voice now - a different set of intentions. It hangs in the air between you; it might be fear or caution, and a hint of something darker. Desire, something urges you to admit. You don't. You don't want to say it out loud.

And because Asa is Asa and has never known a single moment of restraint, she doesn't give you time to think twice. Her fingers twist harder in your hair, and when she pulls you down to meet her - holy fuck - the kiss turns ravenous.

"Tell me I can do more than just kiss you," she whispers onto your mouth, and if you hadn't already lost the ability to breathe, you do then.

You're nodding, and thinking you'd let her choke the life out of you if she asked. The kisses continue. It's wet and messy, filthy in the best kind of way that leaves you wanting so much more.

So, with hands on her tiny waist, and your mouth hot against hers, you lead her backwards toward your bedroom. There's a quick moment when she fumbles for the doorknob, and you help without even giving it a thought. Then the two of you are stumbling inside, and you're praying that you left your bed in a half-decent condition.

You get her down onto the sheets with the lights off, your hand already travelling up the side of her body; you barely feel the way she shifts to kick her shoes off. Asa sits up as you kiss down her neck, licking and biting and savouring the soft noises she makes into your ear. She tugs her shirt over her head while you're working the button and zipper on her pants. These clothes will be gone in near record time.

You will drink that body in. Drink it until you choke on it.

You barely have a moment to kiss over the tops of her breasts, or to dip your tongue between the valley and wonder what she might taste like there, when Asa is moving you. Her fingers wrap tight again into your hair, and she doesn't so much as force, as urge you down her torso, helping you push her jeans down and off. Then your mouth is trailing down her bare skin, your lips mapping out the shape of her abs - and fuck, your tongue is so close to the spot that you really want to bury your face in between her legs, but she just whines, impatient.

“Lower, please -” The words barely make it out among her shaky gasps and moans. You look up over the planes of her body, all those enchanting contours that almost capture your attention so wholly that you don’t notice her dark eyes. They’re looking right down at you with intent. Her hand lowers and her thumb meets your jaw. “Come on, aren’t you curious?”

"Like you wouldn't believe," is the only reply you give before you drag her underwear down her legs and are met with the most incredible view you'll ever witness.

"Just checking," Asa laughs, "for science, really."

"Is that what we're calling it?" You trace your thumb through her folds, spreading them wide to take in every pretty inch of her glistening cunt. You feel her shudder at the touch - good - you want to test her patience first, see just how much she needs it. More touches follow, your fingers following the seam of her cunt, and a shudder courses through her.

"Hey," she groans, and arches up. You have to push your hand flat to her lower stomach just to keep her from lifting off the bed completely.

"You're impatient," you accuse with a slight laugh, and she cracks one eye open to glare down at you.

"If you weren't down there with your mouth so close to where I need it, I-"

"Where do you need it?" you ask, keeping your words quiet and mouth so close to her that your breath fans over her most sensitive parts.

Asa sucks in a sharp gasp at the tease. "My clit," she breathes out, "please, please -"

Yeah, alright, you think. You're a pretty weak man at the best of times; any hope of making this last has already been shot to shit. You lean in, planting a soft kiss against the little bundle of nerves, and Asa's entire body goes rigid in shock.

"Oh, god -" she whimpers when you lick up her cunt, settling into it like this is something you've been starving for - like she's oxygen, and you've been drowning for years. "Jesus fucking Christ-"

"Hmm?" Your tongue swirls over her clit, and your fingers pinch her thigh. "Did you just compare me to a deity?"

"The way you're using your mouth," Asa has the audacity to laugh, "I'll get on my fucking knees for you."

Every thought in your brain goes a little haywire. You hum and the vibrations go straight through her, making her whine and grab at your hair. She pulls you back in close, and her thighs tighten to your ears. You don't think she's ever really been that religious, but her sudden appreciation for the things above? Fair enough, you'll take it. "Careful," you rasp out onto her pussy, and without warning, you drop your mouth over her clit and suck.

"Ohhh -" Asa throws her head back. "Ah, fuck -" she sighs, canting her hips forward like she wants to bury your face right into her cunt. And far be it from you to refuse such a pretty invitation.

You groan into her folds, lapping at her wetness. You can feel the tension building in her legs, how she's starting to tremble. "Almost," Asa gets out, breathless and stuttering. "Like that," she directs, angling your head a little to the left, grinding your nose into the space just above her clit as your tongue flickers over it. "Right there," she pants, holding you in place. "Yes - oh! Fuck!"

And you're used to praise, but when Asa's thighs close tight around your head, when she has to stifle a scream in the pillow, you think you've just found a brand new favourite form of it.

You kiss her soft thighs when she finally lets you up for air, and then slide back up her body to look down at her. Her eyes have gone glassy, and she's gazing at you with complete, undiluted want. Your cock is aching for some relief, but damn if this isn't the best sight you'll ever see.

"I have plans for that cock," Asa warns with a lazy smile, tracing her finger down your chest and then lower. It stops at the band of your jeans, and you swallow at the brush of her knuckles against your hips. Her eyes turn dark again as she looks at your lips; she licks her own. "Want you to fuck me so hard I can't even think straight."

"Shit, Asa." Your fingers ghost along her neck, along her jaw, and you tilt her head up. "Think we've gone a little too far this time. Can't go back."

"Hmm, good." She lifts up, and all the air leaves your lungs as she pushes you over, back to the bed, her leg tossed over your lap. Your hands come to her thighs out of sheer instinct, and you realise Asa is already trying to undo your pants. "Finally get to see if you're as hung as I imagined."

"And just how often have -"

"Not enough," she tells you with her focus set on freeing your cock from the constraints of your underwear. "All the goddamn time." Asa watches your dick hit against your stomach with a grin that's absolutely diabolical. "Fuck, yes," she whispers. "Perfect."

There's this freeze frame of this little thing perched across your thighs, bottom lip between her teeth, and one hand around the base of your cock, and if you die tonight, that'll be fine. You'll take that memory with you anywhere and everywhere for the rest of your existence. Because then she looks up at you through her lashes, smiles, and leans forward to let a stream of her saliva spill over the head. Her hand pumps you once, spreading the wetness, and the moan that drops from your mouth is beyond your comprehension.

She bites her lip again, eyes watching your face. "Just like I imagined," she says and twists her wrist, "big and thick. Perfect for fucking me full."

"You little -" you start to say, and Asa just winks, like she already knows what she does to you, what you think of her, and what you need to happen next.

The way she looks at it, it's worship - eyes never leaving the sight of you, biting her lip and rolling her hips at how she thinks you'll feel inside of her.

"Fuck," she breathes, and her pussy slides right up the length of your cock. "So fucking big." The first stroke of her along you, and your mouth falls open; she just holds your shoulders for balance, tilting her hips to grind her clit against you, and fuck. "You feel that, don't you," she whispers, "dripping all over you. I'm so fucking wet - you're making me lose my mind."

You wrap your arms around her waist, flattening a palm over the base of her spine. With the low groan in your chest, you pull her closer, lifting her up. "Then let me inside," you growl. "Let me feel you."

"Yeah," Asa nods quickly. The head of your cock slips a little and catches on her entrance, "You want in?"

"Fuck, yes.”

She dips down, and you see the exact moment she takes you inside of her cunt - how her eyes go black and hooded, and her lips part. There's this long groan that trembles out of her - all honey-sweet and so perfect. "Oh fuck," she cries, "oh my god."

She's tighter than you could ever have imagined - your whole body shakes with the effort not to blow your load right then. But somehow you manage, and Asa rests her forehead against yours, breathing in short, heavy pants. She takes a moment, and you give it to her. But then she pushes back and rolls her hips, working her tight cunt down your length. You're about to lose your goddamn mind at how soft she feels. "Asa…"

"Mmm?" She hums, and the motion sends a shiver through the two of you.

"You're so ti -"

"I know. Can feel you. Stretching." She laughs a little, just one short huff. "Fuck, you're huge."

You fist the sheets, your knuckles turning white, and you're struggling with every breath to not grab hold and pound into her like an animal. Like your body is fucking begging for you to do. Like maybe if you weren't so desperately into this girl that you've lost any and all rationale - and you might, just for this, tell her how you feel.

But then she rises up your cock, gripping your shoulders for leverage, and your brain just fizzles. You're left completely and utterly fucking addicted to her, unable to do anything but feel.

Every drop back down, she takes you further in, every shift of her thighs to bring you deeper, has her head tipped back in pleasure. You love seeing her like this - all fucked-out and loud and messy. You love every fucking second of it.

"Am I taking all of you?" Asa asks eventually, head forward again, the words punched out as she begins to circle her hips once she's flush against you.

You're gripping her thighs as you tell her, "No. Almost." And she gasps at the knowledge.

"Too deep," she's whispering to you, trying to roll again but finding herself way too full. "Babe, oh -" Asa's mouth falls open again as she squirms, and fuck, the look on her face is priceless. There's just so much pleasure written there, you can't help it; your hips start to move to help meet her, and she just falls apart. "That's it," she keens, loud and desperate. "Fuck me full."

There's very little that remains between the two of you - just sweaty bodies and hungry lips and the sound of moaning. You push up into her, watching her cute tits bounce each time she gets more of you in her tight, tight cunt. The little noises of surprise she makes every time your cock brushes something deep inside her drive you crazy.

"Gonna ruin me," she tells you, breathless and honest, and her eyes roll when you drive into her particularly hard.

"You're already ruined," you say, trying to focus and not fuck up the rhythm you've worked into. "Don’t care if you are."

“You haven’t seen anything yet.” She throws her arms over your shoulders, and when you push her down your cock again, she sinks her teeth into the bend of your neck. "Oh, fuck," she moans, "just a little more. Ah!"

You pull her close, and with her legs around your hips, it's only one more rough, needy, snap into her tight, twitching heat that has Asa quaking in your arms. Her mouth is leaving damp kisses across your shoulders, your throat; she mumbles nonsense as she fucks back on you to get herself through her orgasm. The aftershocks have her cunt clenching, squeezing, and you can feel the warning that you're going to pop start to trickle up your spine.

"Asa," you mumble into the crook of her neck, hands under her perfect ass, "I can't hold it, if you keep -"

"It would be so fucked up if you cum inside me," she says, breathless and riding the last waves of her climax, her grin pressing into your collarbone. She nips you with her teeth, grinding down a little harder. "Totally would."

"Asa," you warn.

"Not saying you should, but..." She pulls away, her hands on your jaw, and gazes deep into your eyes. "You're going to feel so fucking good when you're finishing in me."

"I shouldn't."

"You shouldn't," she says, sitting upright again. "But..." She lifts and then she turns, throwing her leg over your body and you get the perfect, pretty view of your cock burying deep inside her from behind. Holy fucking shit - her little heart-shaped ass hits your stomach as she takes you again, watching you the whole time over her shoulder, like she wants to see you fall apart.

"I hate you," you grunt, letting your hips snap up into her. She takes it, again and again.

"You say the sweetest things." She meets you in the middle, and she looks back at your face again, those eyes - it's like she's looking straight into your soul, licking her lips. "Cum in my pussy, c'mon, I know you want to. It's okay."

"No -" But your cock is inside her, hitting her in exactly the right spot to make her mewl. She's fucking gorgeous, and her words are going to be the end of you. She's grabbing her ass, pulling the cheeks apart for you and showing you just how well she takes you. And you can't, you really cannot. "Asa." you warn her, not that it seems to do any good.

"Mhm?" She smiles, innocent and sweet, and you know right then and there that you're already done for.

She can probably feel you swelling inside her, twitching, getting harder, bigger. She doesn't stop riding. "You're gonna cum for me, aren't you?" You’re still not sure if it’s a warning or a dare, but then she seems to make the intention all the more concrete. "I can feel it. You're going to make the biggest mess inside me. Bet if I asked nice enough, I could probably have you do it every night."

"Asa -" It’s all in fucking vain.

"It would be so good," she purrs, leaning back, forcing your cock to the absolute base inside her - you feel the head of it hit home deep, and it's too much for you.

The sound that leaves your lips is probably closer to a death rattle, and it sets Asa right off again. She starts laughing in delight, and the shift of her body makes you jerk up into her - fuck, you've lost the fight. Lost it with her last teasing taunt. Maybe a long time before that. White-hot pleasure shoots up your spine, and you're spilling into the warm, clenching embrace of her cunt - just as requested.

"Oh fuck -" She moans and rolls her hips. "That's so much, holy shit. I can feel it, all warm."

Your fingers dig hard into her waist, trying to hold her there while you fuck up into her and flood her full.

"God, that's so fucking hot. You couldn't even stop yourself - didn't even want to - fuck, look at you."

You have just enough sense of self to slide your eyes up to hers and - damn her, really - to see her watching you with the most satisfied grin, knowing full well she's responsible for your undoing. And hell if she isn't making the best damn view out of it, because she lifts and she leans and she shows that pussy to you. Leaking, dripping, a perfect white mess in between her legs. She plays with it, making a mess of herself.

"I have a New Year's resolution, you know?" she says, almost off-handed. You stare up at her in a daze, your brain spinning, struggling to make sense of anything, when she pushes your cum up with her fingers - playing in it. "Want to do this, like, a lot."

"Most resolutions never make it past January," you warn.

Author’s note: Wanted to experiment a bit so I did a little something for @blanceverlast

"What do you mean I'm a surrogate baby?" I ask my parents.

"Well, JJ, you know we've had fertility issues, so we turned to surrogacy for help," my mom explains, but I narrow my eyes, questioning why this revelation is only surfacing now.

"Well, your 'mom' would like to meet you," my mother adds.

"And what does she do?" I ask, puzzled.

The plane ride to South Korea overwhelmed me; I never imagined my "mom" would be so far away. Yet, surrogacy can originate from anywhere, I suppose. As I sit in the back of the plane, my seatmate approaches.

She wears a mask, yet there's an enchanting aura about her. Smiling (or at least I assume so, judging by her eyes), she sits beside me. The plane takes off, and we sit in silence. Despite my efforts to stay awake, exhaustion eventually overtakes me, and I drift off to sleep.

Upon awakening, I feel a lightweight on my shoulders. I crane my neck to see my seatmate. Her mask has slipped down, revealing her face. As our eyes meet, arousal floods through me.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you," she says, smiling.

Enraptured by her beauty, I stumble over my response. "I'd love it if you bothered me. Wait, no... you're no bother."

She smiles and sits up across from me. "Call me Haseul," she says with a pleasant voice. I smile back, extending my hand for her to shake.

"JJ charmed to meet you," I reply. Haseul takes my hand happily.

"So, what brings you to Korea?" she inquires.

I hesitate, searching for an appropriate response. "Um, my surrogate wanted to meet me," I reply. Haseul looks at me, puzzled, before smiling.

"Okay," she says before taking out her tablet. I glance over her shoulder, and she catches me.

"Do you like Kaiju research?" she teases, having caught me off guard. Surprisingly, I enthusiastically replied yes. Haseul's eyes flicker with interest.

"Oh? Then look this over and tell me what you see," she says confidently, handing me the tablet. I study the notes and diagrams, absorbing the information.

"This is a new species of Kaiju," I declare.

Haseul looks surprised. "Wait, how did you deduce all of that from my research?"

"Well, the DNA sequence at the 8th and 24th helix links is wholly different from any other Kaiju in the same family. Plus, if you examine the dorsal plates aligning with the spine, there's an unusual vein structure depicted in them," I explain.

Haseul's eyes widen in astonishment. "How did you notice all of that?"

"I like Kaiju," I admit.

Haseul looks impressed and asks me to go over all the research she just completed. Over the next several hours, we fill the time pouring over her findings. By the end of the flight, we've barely scratched the surface of this new Kaiju she accidentally discovered.

"Shit, we need more time. Hey, when you're done visiting your 'surrogate,' come to this lab," Haseul says as we pack up. She hands me a business card and her personal cell number. As we prepare to go our separate ways upon landing, I notice a dark-skinned woman who sees me and says, "James?" I look at her before Haseul pops up behind me.

"Yuma, you know JJ?" Haseul asks.

"Yes, he's my son," Yuma replies in English before saying something else in Korean that I don't understand.

Haseul's eyes widened as she smiled knowingly. The two women led me to a van, and we all piled in. Yuma remained silent for a while before speaking up, "You're probably hungry, James. Are you in the mood for anything?" she asked hopefully.

I nodded, replying, "Teriyaki Chicken sounds great about now." Haseul burst into laughter, causing Yuma and me to turn to her.

"What's so funny?" I asked. Haseul responded between chuckles, "You really are Yuma’s son. She loves teriyaki chicken as well," teasing with a cheeky smile. I shrugged, and Haseul's smile softened into an unfamiliar emotion. I chuckle as we get the food to go before piling back in the car.

We arrived at the laboratory, and Yuma took me aside to her office. "You’re probably wondering why I brought you here, why I did all of this," she said with a crooked smile similar to mine.

"Well, I just wanted to meet you and talk to you," she explained.

"I carried you to pay for my doctorate in Kaiju studies. I read field books to you while you were in my tummy, watching marathons of Godzilla, and Gamera movies while I studied just to stay awake, and feel you kick. It made me reconsider numerous times if I should give you up, but I was in no space to take care of a child. So I buried my growing feelings and went to term, but recently I have been feeling this gnawing emptiness. Against my better judgment, I reached out to your parents to meet you. I just wanted to hold my baby boy one more time," she said, hugging me tightly.

"A baby boy who's not so baby anymore,"

Yuma said, and I chuckled at her observation. A feeling of safety washed over me, and tears poured from my eyes. Before any other words could be said, a voice interrupted us. A big, burly man entered the room and said, "Excuse me, Yuma, you are needed." My "mom" broke the hug and smiled at me.

As I waited in the office, the door opened, and Haseul popped in. "Oh, great, you're here. Can I get your help with something?" she asked with a mischievous smile. I hesitated but couldn't resist her, so I nodded.

"Good boy," she purred, and I felt a strange sensation as she kissed me. Haseul broke the kiss and smiled. "Good, now you're nice and dumb. I need your help looking over a few charts for me, and I need you not to overthink," she said with authority. My mind was left in a hazy fog as she led me into the room.

I put my headphones in as Haseul sat at her desk and asked me to go over and aggregate some data charts. She handed me a laptop and an Excel sheet, and I diligently compiled and aggregated the numbers she'd asked for, going above and beyond by conducting a qualitative analysis of Kaiju markings and identifying outliers and notable specimens. When my "mom" came to look for me, I'd finished a substantial amount of work.

"Oh, JJ, there you are," she said as she entered the office. I looked up and nodded. She walked over and examined what I was doing, furrowing her brows before turning to Haseul, who was deeply engrossed in her work. A smile crept onto my lips as I watched her. My mom noticed and smirked before addressing Haseul, "Um, excuse me, but I think my son has helped you do half your work."

Haseul looked up at my mom and quickly apologized, "Oh, Mrs. Yuma, I'm so sorry, but JJ has been so helpful."

"I can see that. His notes on your compilation have been extensive," my mom teased. Haseul turned red but quickly pressed on, "It's not just that; he has an almost ocean-deep knowledge of Kaiju."

I shrugged, "I just like them," I responded. Haseul smiled, and I felt that strange sensation again, but this time, it was more intense. My mom noticed and smirked as we headed back to her place. On the way back, she asked me a question I 100% expected.

"Do you like Haseul?" I nodded, and my mom smirked, "Be careful with her," was her only warning. Sadly (but not really), I didn't heed it.

Haseul’s claws (she's a Red Panda Kaijin) were comforting and sexy even before she wrapped them around my throat. She started small with pet names like my puppy or Handsome. Then came some light flirty glances and touches. That's what sealed the deal I was hers. Her little pup to mold and shape how she saw fit. 

This all culminated in the day before I left. I helped her and my mom finish something and Haseul said, “Oh my little pup so dumb but eager to please,” my brain broke and I responded (thankfully my mom wasn't there to hear this)

“Oh please fuck me dumb. Mark me and claim me as yours Haseul,” Haseul smirked at me. Her eyes narrowed as her scent filled my nostrils leaving me lightheaded and aroused. She slipped over to me and sat on my lap. Her voice took on a Saccharine and lurid pitch as she spoke, 

“Oh my needy pup, what makes you think you deserve my touch,” she coos and I moan which turns her smirk into a wicked smile. If it wasn't clear to her before it was now. I am her little pup. I'm only hers to play with and manipulate as she sees fit. One hand palms my hardening cock and the other wraps itself around my throat. She smiles maliciously as my breath hitches and her control over me becomes absolute. She extends her talons enough to draw blood but my horny head only draws a euphoric pleasure from the sensation.

“I could rip your throat out and you'd ask me if you were a good little pet?” she said which elicited another moan from me, “Oh dumb pup I'm going to have fun training you.” Haseul gloated, as she began to stroke my rod.

As she did she licked my blood off of her talons the lurid sight drove me to new heights. After she licked the blood off her talons she licked my neck where she pierced me. I felt the wounds begin to heal as she eyed me with a ravenous hunger before telling me, open your mouth for me pup, and stick your tongue out.” I follow her command and she sucks my tongue while it's out before inching closer until our lips touch and devours me in a kiss. I resign myself to being her prey, she smiles viciously and then abruptly stops. My body jolts at her with a drawl of touch. 

“Later my puppy. I don't want you to make a mess,” Haseul replies. I groan and get up trying to relax and take my mind off of her touch

Before I could walk off Haseul said, “No stay!” I returned to her as she commanded. She smiles. “I trained you so well. What a good boy.” Haseul says with her most proud and soothing tone.

“Sit” Haseul commands and I do. She revels in her power over me. I'm just so happy to see her happy. 

“So here is how it's going to go puppy. I am going to not touch you for the rest of the day but when we get off meet me at my apartment and we will finish what we started,” Haseul said seductively. I nod and she smiles. We get back to work and she says, “Good boy,” 

After I finish my “work” my mom has to stay late and leaves in the care of Haseul. Before I leave my mom gives me a rather large sum of won and says “Treat Haseul well tonight.” I nod and we drive off. I ride with Haseul and ask

“You hungry,” Haseul nods and we decide to head to a nearby restaurant. It's a pizza joint. We get in and I sit with Haseul. I'm nervous as this is a very different level type of intimacy that we haven't shared before. I swallow my nerves and go for the safest compliment I could think of. “Your glasses are great really show off how your eyes are dazzling,” I say. Haseul beams with a shy smile. “Oh, so that's the way to turn the tables,” I tease. Haseul narrows her eyes. 

“Careful pup. I can take you to heaven tonight or leave you in purgatory,” Haseul says bitingly. I smile 

“What so funny?” Haseul asks accusingly. 

“Haseul I'm not trying to do anything funny I just really like you and no it's not just because of all “claiming” you've done. You're witty, compassionate, and gorgeous. Plus you like all the dumb stuff I like. Why would I upset you,” I reply Haseul blushes intensely before our food arrives. We eat in relative silence but Haseul makes sure I'm full and hydrated. She reasons that she wants her puppy to be ready for his walk. We entered her apartment and she excused herself to her bedroom before calling for my help.

And now you're all caught up

“So my pretty Firebear, what would you like to do first,” I ask. Haseul smiles

“Ooh, I like that,” Haseul coos, and our lips meet. 

We break out first kiss and she smiles before pouncing on me. She rips open my pants and shirt before saying, “Be a good little puppy, and let me ride you,” 

Haseul takes me inside her and my mind goes blank. She’s so tight. I try to formulate words but she starts to grind her crotch against mine. She leans in closer and says, “Oh my little puppy isn't so little,” I moan at her expert control over my body. Her touch is delicate but powerful. I watch as she sets her hands down and uses me as a tool for her pleasure. 

“How is it,” I ask eagerly to see if I can grant her higher satisfaction Haseul moans out 

“Oh God Puppy you fill me up so well,” I smile seeing Haseul lose herself to the pleasure. Her folds are soft and giving but viciously tight causing the friction between us to become so intense that I can't help but moan out as my mind turns into further slurry. 

Watching me devolve seems to excite Haseul more as she gets tighter.

“Is my needy little puppy gonna cum,” she asks I groan and she laughs, “Come on puppy. Use your words.” 

Haggard, I rasped out (in English ), “fuck take me. claim me as yours!” Haseul smiled 

“Oh I like it when you lose control and your native tongue comes out,” she coos. My cock swells within her as her pussy tightens around me. 

“That's right my little dumb slut to be used and abused,” Haseul said before wrapping her hand around my throat my breathing hitched as the terror and pleasure mixed. I couldn't think straight and just fed into her degradation of me, 

“Yes, I'm your slutty puppy. I'm only good for my cock which doesn’t deserve to cum,” I watch as Haseul's eyes widen at my words. she smiles,

"Yes You're my puppy who only cums when I want him to and you've been such a good puppy," she says moaning as I can feel her near her release. "Now Puppy cum with me," Haseul says while moaning. I groan as her words and her pussy push me to release. we cum together and Haseul Smiles.

"Wait, Girls! Can you two please just tell me what is it? I thought we are going to the club."

"Nope. You will find out, once we arrived."

"Come on, Unnie. We know you will love our gift for you there. He's hot by the way." SinB panickly closed Umji's mouth.

Eunha aburptly stopped walking. "W-What? What did you just said?"

"Nothing. Umji is just blabbering nonsense. Come on, Walk!" SinB continued to drag Eunha towards to the elevator.

As soon as they entered the elevator, SinB pressed the button for their floor before Eunha thinks about running away.

"Don't worry, Everything is fine. You will thank us later." SinB winked at Eunha.

It didn't take long until the elevator opens and the two dragged her again. Eunha was practically helpless at this point. All she know is the initial plan is to shop dresses at the mall to wear for the club. She wanted to show off her chosen dress, drink alcohol and dance like there's no tomorrow. Maybe she can score man to have sex with.

Once they entered a booked room, they heard a bathroom door closing. Eunha was so shocked to see a black american man. He's bald, clean shaven and full muscles. His eight pack abs are peeking through the tiny gap of his white bathrobe.

"Wh-what…what is this?"

Umji stepped forward, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Happy birthday, Unnie! We knew exactly what you wanted, and we made it happen."

SinB nodded in agreement, her own smile gleaming with excitement. "Yeah, and isn't he just perfect? Tall, strong, and gorgeous…"

Eunha remembered what she said last week when Umji asked her what she want for her birthday.

"Unnie, What do you want to get for your birthday next week?"

Eunha taps her chin as she thinks about it. "Hmmm~~ This time, I wanted... a tall, muscular black man."

Eunha saw their shocked expression and laughed. "Just kidding!"

"B-But... I'm just joking, girls! It wasn't meant to be serious!"

SinB's warm breath tickled Eunha's ear as she whispered. "We know you were just pretending, but you really do want this. And now, a man of your fantasies is right there."

Umji chimed in, her voice laced with playful encouragement. "Just relax, Unnie. Aaron will take care of you tonight. You deserve this special treat on your birthday."

"Honestly. We wanted to join but since it's your special day, Me and Umji will go to the club as planned."

Umji and SinB walked to the door, before they exit the room. SinB looked at Eunha then on Aaron behind Eunha. "And oh, Aaron. She's on a pill, Don't hold back." They giggled as they left Eunha with a stranger in the hotel room.

The door clicked shut. Sealing Eunha with a man she never met before. Aaron walked closely to Eunha and placed his hands on her shoulders. Trying his best to make Eunha feel comfortable first and holding himself back from throwing Eunha to the bed and do the deed.

Aaron's touch sent a jolt of electricity through Eunha's body, making her skin tingle. She swallowed hard, trying to calm her racing heart as she met his intense gaze.

"Hey, sweetie. I'm glad to finally meet you. Your friends told me all about you."

Eunha found herself drawn to his presence, her defenses crumbling under his gentle yet firm touch. She nodded shyly, unable to tear her eyes away from him. "I… I didn't expect all of this. I've never been with a black man before."

Aaron's thumbs stroked her shoulders soothingly. "It's fine. Let's get to know each other better, okay? And when you're ready, we'll explore all the naughty things you've been craving."

Aaron led Eunha to sit with him at the edge of the bed. He pushed her pink hair to the side to expose her ear and neck. Aaron started to press gentle kisses from her shoulder blades up to her nape.

Eunha's lips parted, breathing heavy, eyes closed, hands stayed on her lap as she unconsciously tilted her head for more access.

Her breath hitched as his hands slid up her forearms, fingers gently kneading her flesh. "Mmm, you taste so sweet."

Eunha's hands finally moved, drifting up to rest on Aaron's muscular chest. She could feel the heat from his body, the steady thrum of his heartbeat echoing her own frantic rhythm. Her hips shifted subtly, pressing closer to him as if seeking warmth and comfort in his solid embrace.

Aaron's thumb brushed over Eunha's lower lip, silently urging to part them further. As she complied, he leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a slow, sensual kiss. His tongue slid inside, Eunha willingly do tongue-to-tongue as she wrapped her arms around his neck to deepen their kiss.

Breaking the kiss, Aaron gazed at her with smoldering intensity. "You're even more beautiful than I imagined. Now, let's get you out of this lovely dress."

Eunha slowly nodded. She unzips the zipper behind, pulled down the straps of her dress. The fabric falls down on the floor. Leaving her bare with only white lace panties that already wet.

Aaron just looked at almost bare naked Eunha. Her skin is white as snow, plump body figure, breasts are around size D and thick thighs.

Aaron's eyes roved over Eunha's naked form, drinking in every curve and contour. For a moment, he simply looked at her from head to toe.

His silence made Eunha nervous and looked at herself. "W-Why are you silent? Is my body... not good? Am I fat?"

"Eunha, you're stunning." Aaron breathed, his voice low and husky. "Every inch of you is perfect. Don't ever doubt that."

He reached out, tracing a finger along her collarbone, down to the valley between her breasts. "Your body is a work of art, baby girl. And I can't wait to explore every inch of it."

Eunha's breath caught as his finger circled her nipple, teasing it into hardness. She arched into his touch, a soft moan escaped her lips. "P-Please, Aaron... Touch me more…"

Aaron chuckled darkly at Eunha's desperation. "Oh, I will. But first, let me get you comfortable at bed." He guide her to lay down on the bed then untied his bathrobe.

Eunha gasped as she roamed her gaze at Aaron's naked body. His bicpes, hard chest, abs then his monstrous cock.

Eunha's eyes widened as she saw the size of Aaron's cock. It towered above her, thick and veiny, the tip glistening with precum. She couldn't help but compare it to her own arm, marveling at the length of it.

"Aaron, it's so big!" Despite her nervousness, she was excited at the thought of being stretched by such a massive cock.

Aaron climbed onto the bed, his muscular frame looming over her. He reached down, grasping her wrist and guiding her hand to wrap around his cock. "Feel how hard I am for you, baby girl. I'm gonna fill you up so good, stretch your korean pussy to its limits…"

Eunha gulped at his words. She held his cock by her two hands, she stroked him carefully. Testing waters. She felt the warmth and weight of Aaron's cock. It twitches at every slow stroke she does.

"C-Can I.. I.. Taste you?"

"Of course, baby girl. Take your time, enjoy every inch of my cock."

Eunha's tongue darted out, licking a slow trail up the underside of Aaron's shaft. She savored the salty-sweet flavor of his precum, her eyes closed as she explored the ridges and veins.

"Mmm, you taste amazing." she murmured, her confidence growing with each pass of her lips and tongue. She wrapped her mouth around the head, sucking gently as her hand continued to stroke him.

"Fuck... That's it, sweetheart… Show me what you're made of…"

Eunha started to suck him inch by inch deep. Her mouth stretched as she tries her best to accomodate his monstrous cock inside her mouth. She seen this countless times on adult videos, she was amazed on how porn actresses do it with ease.

Aaron watched as Eunha struggled to take him deeper, her cheeks hollowing with effort. Though impressed by her determination, he knew pushing too far to it's limits will hurt her. Eunha thought she can do it but the gag reflex kicked in.

As she pulled back, coughing and gasping for air, Aaron cupped her face tenderly. "Easy, baby girl. No need to rush. We have all night."

He guided her head back down, letting her set the pace as she licked and sucked at his cock, gradually building up her endurance. "You're doing great, sweetheart. Just keep going, nice and slow…"

Eunha lets out a lewd slurping sounds and gags on his cock again as she tries her best to take more of his cock. Slowly, her throat relaxed and gave way. Her saliva leaked more from her mouth, tears on her cheeks that ruined her make-up as she bopping her head up and down.

Aaron's cock throbbed in Eunha's mouth as she finally managed to swallow more of his length. Her efforts were rewarded with his hips bucking slightly, grinding against her face.

"Mmmph, fuck yeah… That's it, take it all." Aaron groaned, his grip on her hair tightening a bit. "Look at you, such a good little cocksucker…"

Eunha's tears mingled with the saliva dripping down her chin as she bobbed her head faster, eager to please Aaron.

"You're doing so well, baby girl… I can tell you're loving this." Aaron panted, he can feel his orgasm building up. "Gonna cum soon, gonna fill your greedy throat…"

Eunha redoubled her efforts, determined to make Aaron cum in her mouth. She increased the suction, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head of his cock as she took him deeper still.

"Fuck, here it comes!"

Thick ropes of hot cum flooded her mouth, coating her tongue and filling her cheeks. Eunha struggled to swallow it all, her throat working overtime to accommodate Aaron's copious release.

Finally, he pulled Eunha off his spent cock with a satisfied grunt. "Damn, you're so good using your pretty mouth." he praised, wiping a stray strand of hair from her sweaty forehead.

Eunha fell down on the bed, coughing a bit. She couldn't believe that she finally sucked a big black cock that she always fantasized for so long.

Aaron gave her a bottled water.

Eunha gratefully accepted the water from Aaron, taking a long sip to soothe her throat. "That was… intense. I never thought I'd actually get to do something like that for a cock like yours."

Aaron smiled, crawling onto the bed beside her. "And you did amazingly well, considering it was your first time on my size." he said, running a comforting hand over her hip. "You've got a natural talent for pleasing men."

Eunha blushed at the compliment, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. Eunha knows this is just a start, she can see herself not able to walk straight in the morning.

After couple of minutes, Eunha broke the silence. "I think.. I'm ready for another round, Aaron." She removed her soaked panties and spread her legs wide.

Aaron growled at the sight of Eunha's wet pussy, his cock already hard and ready for another round. He leaned in, capturing Eunha's lips in a searing kiss as his hand slid down her body to tease her slick folds.

"You're insatiable, aren't you?" he murmured against her mouth, his fingers circling her clit. "I love it."

"Do you think... I can take it? I mean your whole cock inside my pussy. It's really so big."

Aaron chuckled darkly at Eunha's concern, he continued fingering her clit. "Don't worry, baby girl. Your tight little cunt is made for my cock. It'll stretch to fit me perfectly."

"If you're curious. Here, let me show you." Aaron slid down to position between her legs. He just placed his cock atop of her tummy. Eunha gasped as she saw the tip of his cock is few inches over her belly button, if he's balls deep inside of her.

"Oh my... Nobody can reach that high. You're... You're going to break me, Aaron."

He lined himself up with her entrance, the fat head of his cock pressing insistently against her slick folds. "Just relax and let me in. Trust me, you won't regret it…"

With a deep groan, Eunha's body yielding to the pressure of his thick cock. Inch by inch, he sank into her welcoming heat, stretching her inner walls to their limit.

"Ahhhn, fuuuccckkk…" Eunha moaned, her nails digging into Aaron's back as he filled her completely. "So big… Feels like you're splitting me open!"

Aaron paused, giving her a moment to adjust to the intense fullness. Then, with a slow thrust, he began to move, withdrawing until just the tip remained inside before plunging back in to the hilt.

"Fuuuck, you're so tight!" Aaron groaned, setting a steady rhythm. "Gonna ride this sweet pussy all night long…"

Eunha's moans grew louder and more urgent as Aaron's thrusts hits her cervix. "Fuckkk... So deep... So full..."

She glanced down, mesmerized by the sight of Aaron's cock disappearing into her stretched-out pussy, the bulge of her belly with each powerful thrust. It making her clench around him even tighter.

"Oh god, Aaron! Your cock is breaking me!" Eunha cried out, her hips bucking involuntarily to meet his thrusts. "I can feel you in my stomach! Your cock ruining me!"

Aaron lifted her legs to place it on his shoulders for a mating press. Aaron's new position allowed him to drill even deeper into Eunha's quivering depths, his thick cock repeatedly grazing her sensitive G-spot. Eunha's screams echoed off the hotel walls as she was thoroughly ravaged by his massive cock.

"Yes, yes, fuck me harder!" she wailed, her nails raking down Aaron's arms as she lost herself to the overwhelming pleasure. "Fuck me harder! Ruin my fucking cunt!"

Aaron pistoned into her with wild abandon, turned on by her cries. His heavy balls slapped against her ass with each brutal thrust.

"Fill me up! Please! I… I'm almost! Almost! Aghhh!!"

Eunha's pussy convulsing wildly around Aaron's pistoning cock. A torrent of squirt erupted from her core, drenching Aaron's cock and thighs as she squirted uncontrollably. It ruined the bed sheets as well.

But Aaron didn't stop, driven by his own impending orgasm. He continued to pound into Eunha's spasming cunt with ruthless intensity, chasing his own release. "I'm gonna fill your greedy pussy!"

With a guttural roar, Aaron buried himself to the hilt and exploded, his massive cock throbbing as it pumped jet after jet of cum deep into Eunha. He filled her to the brim, his seed flooding her womb. Too much that some leaked from it.

As Aaron withdrew his spent cock, a river of cum poured out of Eunha's gaping pussy, coating her thighs and the sheets beneath her. She shuddered at the loss of his warmth, her body still trembling from the force of her own orgasm.

"Wow… Just… Wow..." Eunha breathed, staring down at the mess between her legs in awe.

Aaron flopped down beside her, chest heaving as he caught his breath. "Fucking amazing." he agreed, a satisfied grin on his face. "You took my cock like a pro, baby girl."

Eunha and Aaron stared at the ceiling for a while then she faced him and leans forward for a kiss. Aaron and Eunha started making out.

Their kiss broke because Eunha felt Aaron's still erect cock pressed against her tummy. She was surprised to see it was still erect after two rounds. Eunha gave his cock a slow stroke by her hand. "Oh my gosh... your big guy is insane."

Aaron's cock twitched under Eunha's touch, growing stiff and throbbing once more. "It means I'm not done with you, sweetheart." he rasped, his hand groped her ass possessively. "Think you can handle another round?"

Eunha bit her lip, her gaze flickering down to his cock. Despite the exhaustion and soreness, she wanted more. She wanted this moment to become unforgettable for her.

"I… I think I can try." she whispered, her fingers trailing down to teasingly caress his heavy balls. "But maybe we should take a short break first? My pussy might need some time…"

"Who said I'm going to fuck your pussy again?" Aaron's finger rubbed around her butthole. That made Eunha surprised as she realized what his words meant.

"Aaron.. I.... I never had anal before."

"Well, well, well… Looks like we're gonna have some fun tonight after all." his fingers continuing to circle her butthole.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll go nice and slow, making sure you have the best anal experience ever." Aaron reassured her, leaning in to capture her lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

Breaking the kiss, Aaron puts Eunha all fours. He reached out to grab a bottle of lube from the bedside table. Pops it open and slowly rubbing it around her tight butthole.

Eunha gasped loudly as she felt the cold liquid on her butthole. She gulped hard, trying to relax herself despite she knows first time anal is going to be hurt especially when a cock like Aaron's going to penetrate it.

Eunha tries to rocked her hips against his fingers but Aaron held her down. Eunha was going to plead when Aaron's middle slid inside of her tight butthole. Putting more lube inside of her.

Eunha's scream of surprise turned to a whine of discomfort as Aaron's finger pushed past her sphincter, breaching her untouched hole. Her body tensed, muscles clenching reflexively around the invading digit.

"Shh, easy now. Just relax and let me in. You're doing great, baby."

Slowly, deliberately, he worked his finger deeper, savoring the tightness around his finger. Eunha's initial resistance gave way to a strange, tingling sensation as her body began to accommodate his lubed finger.

Aaron added a second finger, gently pumping them in and out of her clenched passage. He curled them slightly, seeking that spot. Eunha's moans grew softer, her hips beginning to rock in time with Aaron's movements.

After couple of minutes he stopped fingering her butthole. Aaron puts the remaining amount of lube around his cock then pressed gently against her butthole.

"1… 2…" Aaron's thick cockhead pressed insistently against Eunha's straining butthole.

"3…" With a steady push, Aaron surged forward, his engorged member spearing into Eunha's virgin butthole. "Aaahhhh!! FUUUCCCKK!! YOU'RE BREAKING ME!" She cried out, her body arching as searing pain ripped through her.

"It's okay, just breathe." Aaron murmured, pausing to let her adjust. "You're doing so good so far."

Gradually, he began to move, his hips rocking in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Eunha whimpered, her hands fisting in the sheets as she struggled to manage the pain.

It takes time for Eunha to feel the pleasure of anal sex. As Eunha's moans grew louder and more frequent, Aaron's pace quickened, his cock driving deeper into her.

Her drool dripped onto the pillow as she panted and whimpered. Aaron lifted her upright, her body pressed against Aaron's. He kissed her fiercely, swallowing her moans as his fingers worked her clit in tandem with his thrusts.

Suddenly, Eunha's body twitching violently, her vision blurring as she squirted again. Her butthole clenched and spasmed at the time of her orgasm.

"So tight and hot, baby." Aaron growled, his own climax building. "Take my load deep inside your ass."

Aaron slammed into Eunha's butthole, burying his cock to the hilt. His cock pulsed and throbbed as he unloaded a torrent of hot, sticky cum inside of her ass.

"So… full.. I feel… full.. Oh God.."

They remained locked together, Aaron's cock still lodged inside her, as they both rode out the waves of their shared climax. Finally, with a contented sigh, Aaron pulled out, his cum oozing out of Eunha's stretched, well-fucked butthole.

"Hey, sweetheart. How about a nice and warm shower together, hm?" Eunha squealed when Aaron picked her up in a bridal style and lead themselves to the spacious bathroom.

Under the steaming spray of the shower, Aaron cradled Eunha against his chest, his strong arms supporting her weak form. Rivulets of water cascaded down their entwined bodies, washing away the evidence of their intense lovemaking.

"You were amazing tonight, baby." Aaron praised, his lips finding hers in a tender kiss. "I've never had a woman take everything I gave like you did."

Eunha smiled dreamily, her eyelids heavy with satisfaction. "And I've never felt so completely owned and fucked. You fucked me well on my birthday, Aaron."

Aaron suddenly lifted her up, Eunha's arms and legs instantly wrapped around him as she felt his cock penetrates her pussy once again.

Eunha shrieked as Aaron impaled her on his cock once more, her slick walls embracing his cock with ease. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, her heels digging into his ass as she began to bounce on his lap, eagerly meeting each of his upward thrusts.

The water pounded against their joined bodies, steam swirling around them as they lost themselves of fucking their brains out. Eunha's breasts jiggled with every movement, her nipples hard and aching for attention.

"Aaron! Yes, yes, harder!" she cried out, her nails raking down his back. "Fill me up again!" Aaron gripped her ass, slamming her down onto his cock.

Aaron pushed her against the foggy shower divider. Eunha's head banged against the glass as Aaron drove into her with savage intensity, his pelvis slapping against her ass with each brutal thrust. Water splashed around them, steam obscuring their figures as they fucked like animals.

"Yes, yes, fuck me hard! Make mu body sore! Make me hard to walk tomorrow morning!"

With a final thrust, Aaron buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsating as he emptied his balls deep inside her once again. "세상에!!!" Eunha screamed in korean, her body twitching as her own climax crashed over her. Stars indeed exploded behind her closed lids as she came undone on Aaron's cock.

They stood in silence under a spray of warm water from the showerhead. Eunha lifted her head to face him. "One more, please? I want to remember this night forever."

.

Aaron spank her ass, it sent a jolt of pleasure through Eunha. Her ass cheeks stinging deliciously. She giggled, pressing her naked body against his.

"Alright, birthday girl. One more round, and then we sleep."

He carried her out of the shower, water dripping to the floor. He laid her down on the bed. Crawling over her, he captured her mouth in a searing kiss, his cock already starting to harden again.

Suddenly, Eunha straddled Aaron's hips, her dripping pussy hovering above his thick cock. She ground herself against him, coating his cock in her arousal as she positioned herself for a ride.

"I want to feel you inside me again." she breathed, her hands bracing on Aaron's chest. "I've always imagined this whenever I watch porn."

With a slow, deliberate motion, Eunha sank down onto Aaron's cock, her velvety walls engulfing him inch by inch. She paused, savoring the feeling of being filled, before beginning to rise and fall in a sensual rhythm.

"Oh, yes…" she moaned, her hips rolling as she took him deeper with each pass. "So deep… So fucking good. I'm going to be addicted on your... cock."

Aaron's hands behind his head as he watched a korean girl riding his cock like she owns it.

Aaron's eyes roved over Eunha's breathtaking body. The sight of her pink hair splayed across her shoulders, her porcelain skin flushed with sweat.

His gaze fixated on her breasts, bouncing freely with each downward plunge. The way her pert nipples strained towards him, begging for attention, nearly drove him mad.

Most mesmerizing of all was the tight, velvet grip of her pussy as it swallowed his cock whole, milking him with every rise and fall. Aaron couldn't stop appreciating Eunha.

"Eunha… Fuck, you look incredible. Fucking Incredible."

"I... ahh~~ I'm gonna... fuck! I'm gonna-"

Didn't take long until both of their orgasms are reached. Eunha, completely drained and exhausted. She collapsed onto Aaron's chest, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.

"Eunha.." Aaron murmured, his lips brushing the top of her head. "You exceeded all my expectations, Birthday girl."

Eunha let out a contented sigh, nuzzling into Aaron's embrace. "Thank you... This is the best birthday ever."

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Hours after the most unforgettable night of her life, Eunha woke up alone in the luxurious hotel suite, her body aching in the most pleasurable ways imaginable. Groggily, she sat up.

As she swung her legs over the side of the bed, a piece of paper and a calling card caught her eye, lying on the bedside table. Curious, Eunha picked it up, her heart skipping a beat as she read the simple message scrawled on it:

'If you need me, call this number and set a date. See you soon, birthday girl.'

A chill ran down her spine as the realization hit her. Aaron is an escort. A sex worker and this is SinB and Umji's gift for her. A night with a handsome black man plus a great cock that ruined and filled her.

She gets rid of the quilt and turns to you, her eyes sparkle with need. You bend her over the railing and spread her legs a little further. Her lower body sticks itself further back, pussy already glistening in anticipation. You can’t wait any longer, desperately wanting to be back in her body just as you’ve been for most of the day, so you position your cock by her pussy and gently thrust it in.

She lets out a satisfied sigh when you’re inside her once again, her body tight but gradually opening up to you. A perfect match for you, you’re glad you didn’t let this gem slip away. Thankfully , she needs you as much as you need her, forming this wicked, dark relationship.

You work your hips harder, your cock hitting the depths of her body. An instant reaction, a loud cry for all still lingering by the pool to hear, and you continuously draw her moans out with deeper harder thrusts. You hold her ass instead of her waist and take a few squeezes, enjoying the feel of her flesh. 

Tzuyu is so engrossed in the dirty fucking, barely able to remember that you’re in a very public position. Her eyes blurry, scanning the poolside and hoping no one looks up. Even with her unobstructed cries, you both go unnoticed, that is until you begin to slap her ass.

Not hard enough to inflict too much pain or leave a handprint, but just nice that the spank adds to your noise. It catches Tzuyu off guard and you feel her get wetter and tighter after such an unusually loud moan. You sense her fear soon after, her arm held across her chest and her mouth trying to seal shut and not make any noise. 

“What’s the matter, princess? Don’t you want to show off how sinful you are?”

You peel her arm away and tug her body so that it’s upright and flushed with yours. Gently cupping her tits, she’s now leaning back against you, hips rocking back to meet yours, eyes shut as she quietly moans and enjoys the fuck. 

“I think there are people watching.”

“Oh?” You’re not fazed, still continuing to fuck her, even planting more kisses on her cheek before you look down. “Let’s go princess.”

In an instant, you pull out of her and pull her back into the room and onto the messy bed. She falls next to you and you both look at each other before bursting into giggles. A lovely different symphony, an anomaly from the usual sounds of pleasure from Tzuyu. She’s staring into your eyes and you’re sweeping stray strands of hair off her face. You lean over her and kiss her forehead, then her cheeks. A warmth washes over both of you, you sense her melting deeper into the bed while your strength begins to fade.

Her eyes, they’re so pretty. You’ve tainted this princess already, ruined her for an entire afternoon, but you see her, for the stunning woman she is at her core, and you lose more control. You’re falling, moving lower, and you’re kissing her, softly. She’s soft too, jelly, and you feel her lips press back against yours. 

Mere seconds later, what felt like eternity, you’re right back to watching her, watching her eyes sparkle, her pretty face shine as she smiles oh so beautifully.  

You fall even further, this time with her aid. Her palm rests on your cheeks, her chin tilts up just a little to close the gap, and she guides you back onto her lips. A gentle kiss, her mouth parts so slightly to sigh into yours. You smile when your forehead touches hers and you hold her head and kiss her again. 

“I want you,” her eyes pleading, her voice almost cracking, so vulnerable, “make love to me.”

“Anything for you princess.”

You’re kneeling between her legs but you nudge it a little wider. The hand on her cheek shifts onto her chest, briefly going over her breast, the slight pressure causes a gasp, until you’re holding her waist. Your tip presses against her wet entrance and you glance back at her. She is an utter mess as you insert yourself inside her body, her walls tightening around you. Perfect, you’re like the missing piece of a puzzle in her life, as wrong as it all is, but she doesn’t care, not in this moment, maybe not ever from here on out. 

You take slow and deep thrusts, filling her completely, ensuring she feels every bit of you. She’s melting into the bed, surrendering, giving herself up to you, all thoughts gone except how much she needs you. A whole afternoon later and she still can’t get enough of you. She’s so wet and tight, her legs wrap your waist, as if she doesn’t ever want to let you go. 

But it only drives you to go faster. You’re losing control of yourself too, having never seen her this pleasure stricken before. It’s all you. Her face in pure ecstasy is all thanks to you.

“You’re so pretty for me, princess. I love it when you’re like this.”

A blush, a shy smile that’s immediately covered by a hand. 

“No no. No hiding from me.”

No, you can’t have that, so you pull it off, hold her hand by her waist. You squeeze her hand, Look deeply into her eyes, you’re met with hers, half lidded from the pleasure, but the glint of affection is still there.

“I’m going to cum.”

“Not yet, just a little longer princess.” 

Her back arches, her heels hook around your waist. She pulls you close by the back of your head. Every little  sound she makes goes straight into your ears. 

“I can't, I can't, I’m cumming.”

Her pussy is so tight and wet around you, making a small mess at your lower body. She’s melting, and even though you’re whispering soothing calming words to her, you’re not exactly helping with your cock still drilling her at full speed. She feels so good, a near perfect fit for you, and a few more rapid pumps into her body later, you’re cumming too.

“I’m going to breed you princess.”

Your words barely reach her ears, a soft moan in return before you shut her up with a deep passionate kiss. You’re shooting hot white cum in her, pumping and burying your load in the depths of her womb. 

Your lower body works on autopilot and lazily thrusts a few more times while you’re focused on Tzuyu. Your hand is on her cheek and your lips still on hers, just so gently tasting her sweet lips for the hundredth time but you know deep down it’ll never be enough. 

Your body finally cools down from the feral fervour and you slip out of Tzuyu’s body with some of your cum following suit. Tzuyu musters her strength and turns you onto your back while she straddles you. She collects the cum staining her thighs and licks them clean while you’re appreciating her body again and gently caressing her curves. 

“It’s time I really should go back home.”

“Clean yourself up before you leave. Don’t want you smelling like sex when you’re with your  boyfriend.”

Her lower body stumbles off the bed. Tzuyu pauses, then turns to smiles before entering. She doesn’t need to say anything, you get the message.

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You’re back in that natural, comfortable position, with arms wrapped around Tzuyu’s waist and head resting on her shoulder, this time in the shower. You can’t get enough of her. Her body, her warmth, her relieved smile as you wash off the last bits of soap left on her body. 

She hurriedly dries herself off and begins to dress up. She frantically looks around the crumpled dress and presses on any wrinkles, while you lean against a wall, wrapped in a towel and watch in amusement and adoration. 

Dressed and about to leave, her hands hesitate at the door. She turns to you, words choked in her throat. But she doesn’t need to say anything.

“Just one more, princess.” You hold her hand and lean into her. “Please.”

Tzuyu nods, closes her eyes and kisses you. 

You wish you had more time. You just want to get dirty with her again. You know that she has to go, but you also know that she is yours as much as you are hers and that you’ll see her very soon.

When she pulls away, when your foreheads touch, when she sighs, you fall even deeper. 

“My place, this Saturday?”

“I’d love that.”

Her hand slips away from yours and you watch her leave the hotel room. 

A regret for you both, but you know this isn’t the end, not by a long shot.

******

You pushed back from your desk, the wheels of your chair squeaking in the profound silence. The sound made Kazuha stir, lifting her head. Her eyes, usually bright and curious, were glassy with exhaustion. “Still alive?” she mumbled, her voice raspy from disuse.

“Barely,” you said, the word tasting like stale coffee. “My brain feels like overcooked noodles.”

Chaewon swiveled her chair slowly, the motion deliberate and tired. “Yunjin’s new timeline is a war crime. A literal, Geneva Convention-violating war crime.” She ran a hand through her blonde hair, which was usually sleek and perfect but now had a frizzy, defeated quality. “I haven’t seen my boyfriend in three days. He thinks I’ve joined a cult.”

“A cult of misery and stock options,” Kazuha added, resting her chin back on her arms. “I used to think this job would be… enlightening. You know? Cutting-edge. Instead, it’s just cutting away my will to live.”

A shared, humorless laugh passed between the three of you. It was a familiar ritual. The complaints were the same, the fatigue was the same. The only thing that ever changed was the depth of the despair. Tonight, it felt bottomless.

Chaewon’s gaze, however, shifted. It lost its vague, thousand-yard stare and sharpened, focusing on you with an intensity that felt new. She looked you up and down, not with the casual glance of a coworker, but with an appraisal that made the skin on your neck prickle. Her eyes lingered on your shoulders, your hands resting on the desk.

“You look like shit,” she said finally, but her tone wasn’t cruel. It was observational, almost clinical.

“Thanks. You too.”

“No, I mean it.” She stood up, the movement fluid despite the hour. She walked over, her heeled boots clicking softly on the linoleum until she was leaning against your cubicle partition. The scent of her perfume—something expensive and floral—cut through the sterile office air. “We all do. We’re rotting in here. Our brains are mush. Our bodies are… just sacks of tired meat.”

Kazuha watched, her head still on her arms, but her eyes were tracking Chaewon’s every move.

“What’s your point, Chaewon?” you asked, too tired for riddles.

“My point is,” she said, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial murmur, “we need a release valve. Something the company health plan doesn’t cover.” Her lips, painted a deep, smudged berry red, curved into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. It was a hungry, brittle thing. “My boyfriend is across the city, probably asleep. I’m here, vibrating with this… this awful, coiled-up energy. And you’re here.”

The implication hung in the air, thick and sudden. You blinked, sure you’d misheard her exhaustion-addled brain. But the look in her eye was unmistakable. It was a look of pure, unadulterated need, stripped of all pretense.

“Chaewon…” Kazuha’s voice was a whisper, but it held a note of warning, or maybe curiosity.

“Don’t ‘Chaewon’ me,” she shot back, her eyes still locked on you. “You feel it too. This place sucks the life out of you. It leaves this… this hollow, angry space. And sometimes, you just need to feel something else. Something real. Even if it’s just friction.”

Her words were blunt, vulgar in their honesty. They bypassed your tired mind and spoke directly to the part of you that was just as frayed, just as desperate for a sensation that wasn’t numbness. You’d noticed Chaewon before, of course. Everyone did. She had that effortless, sharp beauty—high cheekbones, a slender neck, legs that seemed to go on forever in her tailored pants. But this was different. This wasn’t admiration. This was an offer. A transaction of stress relief.

“The supply closet,” she said, nodding her head toward the far end of the floor. “The one with the broken light. No one goes in there after hours.”

“You’re serious,” you said, not a question.

“Deadly.” She reached out, her fingers brushing the back of your hand where it lay on the mouse. Her touch was electric against your tired skin. “Come on. Let’s be unprofessional for fifteen minutes.”

You looked at Kazuha. Her expression was unreadable, a mixture of shock, fascination, and something else—a flicker of the same desperate hunger. She gave a tiny, almost imperceptible shrug, as if to say, Why the hell not?

That was all the permission you needed. The rebellion of it, the sheer audacity, was a shot of adrenaline straight to your core. You stood up, your chair rolling back to bump softly against the desk.

Without another word, Chaewon turned and walked, her hips swaying with a purpose that had nothing to do with work. You followed, your heart hammering against your ribs, the fatigue momentarily burned away by a raw, buzzing anticipation. You heard the soft scrape of Kazuha’s chair behind you. She was following too.

The walk to the supply closet was the longest thirty seconds of your life. The empty office felt cavernous, every shadow a potential witness. Chaewon didn’t hesitate. She pushed the door open, the darkness inside yawning wide. She stepped in, pulling you after her by the wrist. Kazuha slipped in last, closing the door behind her with a soft, definitive click.

The darkness was absolute, smelling of dust, paper, and industrial cleaner. Then a phone screen flared to life, held by Chaewon, casting her face in an eerie blue glow. It highlighted the determined set of her jaw, the dark pools of her eyes.

“No light,” she whispered, her voice a low vibration in the confined space. “Just us.”

In the dim, shifting light from the phone she’d tossed onto a shelf, you saw her move. Her hands went to the waistband of her trousers. The button popped open. The zipper hissed down. She hooked her thumbs into the fabric of her trousers and her black lace panties and pushed them down in one smooth, decisive motion, just past the curve of her hips. The fabric pooled around her thighs, held up by her stocking-tops. She didn’t take them off. She just… made an opening.

The sight was profoundly illicit. The pale skin of her lower stomach, the dark shadow of her pubic hair just visible, the way her trousers and panties constricted around her strong thighs. She braced one hand against a shelf stacked with reams of paper, the other reaching back to guide your hand.

“Fuck me,” she said, the words not a request, not even a command, but a statement of fact. A solution to a problem. “Just fuck me. Don’t think. Don’t talk. Just… make me feel something that isn’t this.”

Your own hands felt clumsy as you fumbled with your belt, your own fatigue replaced by a throbbing, urgent need. This was madness. This was perfect. Kazuha was a silent statue in the corner, her eyes wide, reflecting the phone’s light as she watched.

You moved behind Chaewon, the rough fabric of your trousers brushing against the bare skin of her thighs. She was warm, so warm. You guided yourself, finding her entrance with a blunt, unceremonious push. She was wet. Slick and hot and ready, her body betraying a readiness her sharp words hadn’t hinted at. A soft, punched-out sound escaped her lips as you entered her, a gasp that was half relief, half pain.

And then you were moving. There was no tenderness, no slow build. It was a frantic, driving rhythm, a physical exorcism of every frustrating meeting, every impossible deadline. The sound of skin slapping against skin, the rustle of clothing, Chaewon’s sharp, controlled breaths turning into ragged moans she tried to stifle by biting her own wrist. Her free hand scrabbled against the metal shelf, knocking over a box of staples.

You gripped her hip, your fingers digging into the soft flesh above the bunched fabric of her trousers. Your other hand found its way to her throat, not squeezing, just resting there, feeling the frantic jump of her pulse under your palm. She arched her back, pushing herself onto you harder, faster.

“Yes,” she hissed, the word a serpentine sound in the dark. “Just like that. Fuck this job. Fuck Yunjin.”

It was over quickly, a storm that broke with sudden, violent intensity. You buried your face in the crook of her neck, smelling her perfume and sweat, as your bodies tensed and shuddered in unison. For a few seconds, there was only the sound of heavy breathing in the dusty dark.

You pulled away, the reality of the situation crashing back. Chaewon straightened up, pulling her trousers and panties back into place with efficient, unembarrassed motions. She turned, her face flushed, her berry lipstick smeared slightly at the corner of her mouth. She looked at you, then at Kazuha, who hadn’t moved.

“Better,” Chaewon stated, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She picked up her phone, the light now feeling intrusive. “See you at the stand-up tomorrow.”

And she was gone, slipping out of the closet and leaving you and Kazuha in stunned silence.

The air felt charged, thick with the scent of sex and shame and a strange, exhilarating defiance. Kazuha finally moved, stepping away from the wall. In the faint light from under the door, you could see her expression wasn’t one of judgment, but of dawning comprehension.

“Well,” she said, her voice barely audible. “That’s one way to handle a performance review.”

A week passed. The incident in the supply closet wasn’t mentioned. It hung between the three of you like a shared, dirty secret, a circuit breaker that had been tripped. Work was the same soul-crushing grind. Yunjin’s demands were relentless. But something had shifted.

You caught Chaewon looking at you sometimes during meetings, her gaze lingering just a second too long, a ghost of that hungry smile on her lips. It was Kazuha, however, who surprised you.

It was another late night, just the two of you this time, battling a server migration that was going spectacularly wrong. The stress was a tangible thing, a metallic taste in your mouth. You’d been troubleshooting for five hours straight.

“I can’t,” Kazuha finally said, throwing her headset onto the desk. “My eyes are crossing. If I see one more error log, I’m going to scream.”

“Don’t scream. Yunjin might hear and give us more work,” you muttered, rubbing your temples.

Kazuha stood up and walked over to your desk. She didn’t have Chaewon’s predatory grace. Her energy was quieter, more coiled. She leaned against your desk, her thigh brushing your arm. She was wearing a soft, cream-colored sweater and a knee-length skirt.

“Chaewon was right, you know,” she said, her voice soft. “About needing a release.” She looked down at you, her dark eyes searching your face. “It’s all just… pressure. Up here.” She tapped her temple. “And down here.” Her hand drifted, almost unconsciously, to her lower stomach.

You stared up at her, the code on your monitor forgotten. “Kazuha…”

“I’ve never done anything like that,” she admitted, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. “I’m the ‘good one’. The one who follows the rules. And look where it’s gotten me. I’m just as miserable as everyone else.” She bit her lip, a nervous habit you’d seen a hundred times before, but now it felt charged. “I think about it. What you two did. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

She reached out, her fingers tracing the line of your jaw. Her touch was tentative, exploring. “Would it be so wrong?” she whispered. “To feel good for a few minutes? To forget?”

This was different from Chaewon’s blunt demand. This was a question, an invitation wrapped in vulnerability. It was infinitely more dangerous. You stood up, the motion bringing you close to her. You could see the fine tremble in her lower lip.

You didn’t answer with words. You leaned in and kissed her.

It was nothing like the frantic, angry coupling in the supply closet. This was slow. Painfully slow. Her lips were soft, yielding at first, then parting with a small, surprised sigh. You tasted the coffee she’d been drinking, and something sweeter, uniquely her. Your hands came up to cradle her face, your thumbs stroking her cheeks as your mouths moved together in a deepening, searching rhythm.

One of your hands slid down, over the soft wool of her sweater, to the small of her back, pulling her gently against you. You could feel the warmth of her body through your clothes, the rapid beat of her heart. Her own hands came up to clutch at the fabric of your shirt, holding on as if she were adrift.

You broke the kiss, both of you breathing heavily. Her eyes were wide, dark pools in the dim office light. “The conference room,” she breathed. “The one on the south side. It has a lock.”

Hand in hand, you walked there, a silent, urgent procession. The empty halls felt like a dream. Inside the conference room, you flicked the lock and turned to her. The large glass table reflected the city lights bleeding in from the window.

This time, there was more undressing. Not all of it, but enough. You helped her out of her sweater, revealing a simple, lace-trimmed camisole beneath. You kissed her again, pushing her back gently until she was sitting on the edge of the massive table, the cool glass seeping through her skirt. You knelt before her, your hands sliding up her stocking-clad legs, feeling the powerful muscles of her thighs tense under your touch.

You kissed the inside of her knee, then higher, your mouth moving up the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. She gasped, her fingers tangling in your hair. You reached the hem of her skirt, pushed it up, and found her panties—simple cotton, now damp with her arousal. You mouthed her through the fabric, feeling her jump, hearing a low moan tear from her throat.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice shaking.

You hooked your fingers into the waistband of her panties and slid them down, just enough. You didn’t remove her skirt. You just created an access, a secret space in the shadowy folds of fabric. And then you lowered your head.

The first touch of your tongue made her cry out, a sharp, sweet sound that echoed in the empty room. She was different from Chaewon—softer, more responsive in a trembling, overwhelmed way. You licked a slow, broad stripe through her folds, savoring her taste, musky and clean. Her hands tightened in your hair, not pushing, just holding on.

You focused on her clit, circling it with the tip of your tongue, then sucking it gently between your lips. Her thighs trembled on either side of your head, trying to close, but you were there, holding them open. Her hips began to move, rocking in tiny, desperate circles against your mouth. You slid a hand up under her camisole, finding her breast, her nipple hardening instantly against your palm. You rolled it between your fingers as you continued to taste her, the twin sensations pulling ragged sobs from her.

“Oh, god… oh, fuck,” she chanted, her head thrown back, the cords of her neck standing out. “Don’t stop, please, please don’t stop…”

You didn’t. You drank her in, licking and sucking until her movements became frantic, until her pleas dissolved into wordless cries. Her orgasm hit her like a wave, her body bowing off the table, her thighs clamping around your ears as she shook, a long, silent scream on her lips before she collapsed back, panting.

You rested your forehead against her thigh, breathing heavily. The taste of her was on your lips, the scent of her filled your head. After a moment, she slid off the table, her legs wobbling, and sank to her knees in front of you. Her eyes were hazy with pleasure as she looked up at you, her smudged lipstick a dark bloom on her mouth.

“My turn,” she said, her voice husky.

Her hands went to your belt. This was new. This was reciprocal. As she worked you free, you realized the dynamic had irrevocably changed. This wasn’t a one-time stress relief. This was a pattern. A pact.

And you were a willing participant.

The next day felt different. The weight of the work was still there, a constant low-grade ache in your skull, but now it was layered over with a buzzing, feverish memory. The scent of Kazuha’s skin, the taste of Chaewon’s sweat. It was a secret fuel, burning quietly beneath the surface of spreadsheets and code reviews. You moved through the morning tasks in a haze, your mind replaying the conference room, the supply closet, the feel of bodies yielding under your hands.

Chaewon was at her desk, typing with a ferocious speed that seemed to mock the sluggish pace of your own thoughts. Kazuha was quieter, her movements deliberate, but you caught her glancing at you once, a quick flicker of her eyes that held a warmth you hadn’t seen before. It was noon when the first break came. Yunjin had declared a mandatory fifteen-minute “mental reset” period, a hollow corporate gesture that everyone used to scavenge for coffee or stare blankly at their phones.

You wandered into the break room, a sterile space of stainless steel appliances and beige walls. The smell of burnt popcorn lingered in the air. You poured yourself a cup of water from the cooler, the plastic cup feeling flimsy in your hand.

Chaewon appeared at the doorway, her silhouette sharp against the fluorescent hallway light. She didn’t look at the snacks or the coffee machine. She looked directly at you, her expression devoid of its usual brittle humor. It was flat, focused, predatory.

“You,” she said, her voice cutting through the quiet hum of the refrigerator. “Come here.”

She didn’t wait for you to respond. She turned and walked back into the hallway, but not toward the main office area. She headed for the smaller, secondary break room—a narrower space with a single counter, a sink, and a microwave. It was rarely used. You followed, your pulse kicking up a notch.

She pushed the door open, and you stepped in after her. She didn’t turn around. She walked to the counter, a laminate surface that ran along one wall, and placed her palms flat on it. She leaned forward, her back to you, her head bowed. The posture was deliberate, a statement.

“I didn’t get enough,” she said, her voice low and taut. “Last week was a tease. It scratched the surface. Today… today I feel like I’m going to tear someone’s head off if I don’t get fucked properly.”

She straightened slightly, turning her head to look at you over her shoulder. Her eyes were dark, intense. “This isn’t a negotiation. It’s a requirement. For my sanity. For yours, probably. Get over here and fuck me on this counter. Hard. Fast. No talking.”

The vulgarity of the demand, stripped of any pretense of romance or seduction, was a shockwave that went straight to your gut. You felt your cock stir, thickening against the fabric of your trousers, a blunt, obedient response to her raw command. You moved toward her, the small room shrinking around you, filled only with the scent of her perfume and the aggressive energy she radiated.

She didn’t adjust her clothes. She kept her sleek black trousers on, her heeled boots planted firmly on the tile floor. She simply hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her trousers and her panties—black lace again, you knew without seeing—and shoved them down just enough. The fabric slid past the curve of her hips, bunching around the tops of her thighs, creating a narrow window of exposed skin. The pale swell of her ass, the shadowed cleft, the dark hair of her pussy just visible.

“Now,” she breathed, the word a final punctuation.

You unbuttoned your own trousers, your movements quicker this time, less clumsy. You freed yourself, your cock already hard, standing thick and eager against your stomach. You stepped up behind her, the rough wool of your trousers brushing against the smooth skin of her thighs. You placed a hand on her hip, feeling the firm muscle beneath. The other hand you brought to her throat, not to choke, but to hold, to claim a bit of control in this storm she was orchestrating. Your palm felt the rapid flutter of her pulse.

You guided yourself to her entrance, finding it slick and hot even before contact. She was wet, a ready, welcoming heat that defied her aggressive tone. You pushed into her without ceremony, a single, deep thrust that buried you inside her to the root.

A sharp, guttural sound tore from her throat, a mix of pain and profound relief. Her body arched, her back bowing, her hands gripping the edge of the counter for stability. You began to move immediately, a driving, punishing rhythm that had no patience for gentle exploration. Each thrust was a solid, heavy impact, your hips hammering against the backs of her thighs, the sound of your bodies colliding a wet, rhythmic slap in the small room.

Chaewon’s breath came in ragged, torn gasps. She pushed back against you, meeting every thrust with a fierce counter-force, her hips rocking to take you deeper. “Faster,” she snarled, her voice strained. “Harder. Fuck me like you hate this job.”

You obliged. Your grip on her hip tightened, your fingers digging into her flesh. Your other hand stayed at her throat, feeling her swallow, feeling her muscles tense as she absorbed each plunge. The angle was deep, each push grinding your cockhead against the innermost parts of her, a brutal pressure that made her gasp and curse.

“Yes… fuck, yes…” she moaned, her words dissolving into a stream of filthy encouragement. “Use me. Just use me. Pound this fucking stress out of me.”

The counter shook under her weight. A mug sitting near the sink rattled. The world outside this room—the deadlines, the emails, Yunjin’s voice—disintegrated into a white noise behind the pounding beat of this raw, physical exorcism. You fucked her with a single-minded intensity, your own stress, your own coiled frustration, translating directly into the force of your thrusts. Sweat beaded on your forehead, dripped down your back. Her perfume mingled with the salty, musky scent of sex, of exertion, of release.

You felt her pussy begin to clench around you, a series of tight, involuntary spasms that gripped your shaft. Her breathing turned jagged, erratic. “I’m… I’m gonna…” she choked out, her body tensing, her fingers scrabbling at the laminate countertop.

You didn’t slow. You kept fucking her, pushing her through that threshold. Her orgasm hit her violently, a convulsion that rippled through her entire frame. Her thighs shook, her back arched impossibly high, and a sharp, guttural cry erupted from her, loud and unfiltered in the small room. Her pussy clamped down on you, a series of rapid, fluttering contractions that felt like a velvet fist milking your cock.

As her climax subsided into trembling aftershocks, you felt your own peak approaching, a tidal pressure building in your balls. You drove into her one last time, burying yourself as deep as you could go, and let go. A hot, urgent rush flooded out of you, filling her, a thick pulse of release that seemed to echo the frantic rhythm of your thrusts. You stayed there, pressed against her, your cock twitching inside her as the last of your cum spilled into her depths.

For a few seconds, there was only the sound of heavy, labored breathing, the hum of the refrigerator, and the wet, intimate sound of your bodies still joined.

Then, a new sound. A soft, hesitant clearing of a throat.

You both turned your heads, still connected, to see Kazuha standing at the open doorway. She hadn’t entered. She was just there, watching. Her face was flushed, her lips parted. Her eyes were wide, fixed on the scene—Chaewon bent over the counter, trousers and panties bunched at her thighs, your hand still on her throat, your body still flush against her backside.

Chaewon, still panting, let out a low, breathless laugh. “See something you like?” she rasped, her voice hoarse.

Kazuha didn’t answer immediately. She stepped into the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click. The space was now crowded with three bodies, the air thick with sex and sweat. She looked at Chaewon, then at you, her expression a complex tapestry of shock, envy, and a hungry curiosity that mirrored Chaewon’s own earlier look.

“I didn’t want to miss out,” Kazuha said softly, her voice trembling slightly. “I was… walking by. I heard.”

Chaewon slowly straightened, pushing you back with a slight shift of her hips. You withdrew, your cock slick and glistening, dripping with a mix of her fluids and your own. Chaewon pulled her trousers and panties back up with that same efficient, unembarrassed motion. She turned to face Kazuha, her face still flushed, her lipstick smeared.

“It’s not a private club,” Chaewon said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Membership is open. Stress is the only prerequisite.”

Kazuha’s gaze dropped to your still-exposed cock, then back up to your face. Her own need was palpable, a quiet vibration in the air. “I feel it too,” she admitted. “All day. Since yesterday… it’s just sitting there, in my stomach. A knot.”

Chaewon smirked. “Well, we have a solution for knots.” She looked at you. “You’re not done, are you?”

You weren’t. The sight of Kazuha, her vulnerability mixed with this new, bold hunger, reignited the fire in your gut. You stepped toward her, and she didn’t retreat. She stepped closer, her body almost touching yours.

“What do you want?” you asked her, your voice rough.

She looked down, then up, meeting your eyes with a newfound resolve. “I want… what she got. But… different.” Her hands came up, trembling, to the buttons of her blouse. She began to undo them, one by one. “I want to feel… everything.”

Chaewon watched, her eyes gleaming with a feral interest. “This room is too small for just standing,” she observed. She gestured to the floor. “Get creative.”

The suggestion hung in the air, a catalyst. Kazuha finished unbuttoning her blouse, letting it hang open to reveal a simple white camisole beneath. She didn’t remove it. She just let it hang, an open invitation. Then she knelt on the tile floor, the cool surface probably uncomfortable, but she didn’t seem to care. She looked up at you, her eyes pleading.

Chaewon moved too. She came to stand beside Kazuha, then lowered herself to the floor as well, mirroring Kazuha’s position. They knelt side by side, facing you, their faces level with your groin. The visual was staggering—Chaewon’s sharp, predatory beauty and Kazuha’s softer, earnest need, both focused on the same target.

“Sixty-nine,” Chaewon said, her tone instructional. “But with a plus one.” She glanced at Kazuha. “You take him. I’ll take you.”

Kazuha’s eyes widened, but she nodded, a slow, accepting motion. She understood. She leaned forward, her hands reaching for your cock. Her touch was softer than Chaewon’s, more exploratory. She gripped your shaft, her fingers stroking the length, feeling the thickness that made her own fingers seem small. She brought her mouth to the head, her lips parting, and took you inside.

The sensation was immediate and intense—the warm, wet seal of her mouth, the gentle pressure of her tongue sliding along your underside. You groaned, a deep sound that echoed in the room.

Chaewon didn’t wait. She shifted her position, turning to face Kazuha’s lower body. Kazuha was still in her skirt, a knee-length, conservative office garment. Chaewon simply pushed the fabric up, bunching it around Kazuha’s waist, exposing her thighs and her simple cotton panties. Chaewon didn’t bother removing them. She hooked her fingers into the side, pulled them aside, and dove in.

Kazuha gasped, the sensation of Chaewon’s mouth on her pussy interrupting her focus on you. Her head jerked back slightly, but Chaewon’s hands held her hips firmly, keeping her in place. Chaewon’s technique was different from yours—aggressive, direct, her tongue moving with a ruthless efficiency. Kazuha moaned, a sound muffled by your cock still in her mouth, her body trembling.

You watched, your hand coming to rest on Kazuha’s head, fingers threading through her dark hair. Chaewon’s head was buried between Kazuha’s thighs, her blonde hair swaying as she worked. Kazuha, in turn, was sucking you with a growing desperation, her mouth moving down your shaft, taking more of you in, her cheeks hollowing as she tried to accommodate your thickness. Her face strained with the effort, her jaw working, her eyes squeezed shut in concentration.

Chaewon’s hands moved from Kazuha’s hips to her own trousers. She unbuttoned them again, pushed them down just past her ass, and then guided your free hand to her. You understood. While Kazuha sucked your cock, and Chaewon ate Kazuha’s pussy, you would touch Chaewon. The “plus one.”

You reached down, your fingers finding Chaewon’s exposed wetness. She was already slick, swollen from your earlier fucking. You slid a finger inside her, then two, feeling her inner muscles clench around your intrusion. She groaned against Kazuha’s flesh, her rhythm becoming more frantic, her tongue driving harder against Kazuha’s clit.

It was a circuit of sensation—a feedback loop of pleasure. Kazuha’s moans, vibrating around your cock, spurred Chaewon’s efforts, which made Kazuha buck and writhe, which made her suck you harder and deeper, which made your fingers work Chaewon more intensely. The room filled with the sounds of wet, sloppy sucking, of Chaewon’s hungry licks, of Kazuha’s choked gasps, of your own ragged breathing.

Chaewon’s head moved with a relentless pace, her tongue spearing into Kazuha’s folds, then circling her clit, then plunging back in. Kazuha’s body began to convulse, her thighs shaking, her hips trying to thrust against Chaewon’s face. Chaewon held her firm, eating her with a voracious hunger that seemed to consume Kazuha’s stress, her tension, her pent-up energy, transforming it into raw, physical release.

Kazuha’s orgasm arrived with a silent, shuddering intensity. Her body locked, her back arching, her mouth clamping down on your cock in a sudden, tight suction. A flood of wetness spilled from her, soaking Chaewon’s chin, dripping onto the tile floor. Kazuha cried out, the sound garbled around your shaft, as she trembled through the peak.

Chaewon didn’t stop. She kept lapping at Kazuha, drinking in her climax, her own hips rocking against your hand. You added a third finger inside her, stretching her, feeling her pussy grasp and release around your digits. Chaewon’s own moans grew louder, more urgent.

Kazuha, recovering, renewed her efforts on your cock. Her mouth moved with a frantic, needy pace now, her tongue swirling around your head, her hand pumping the base of your shaft. She looked up at you, her eyes tear-filled and hazy, a silent plea for you to finish.

Chaewon pulled her face back from Kazuha’s thighs, her chin glistening. She looked at you, her eyes wild. “Now fuck her,” she commanded, her voice thick with her own arousal. “While I watch. While I feel you in me.”

You pulled back from Kazuha’s mouth, your cock dripping with her saliva. Kazuha collapsed back onto her heels, panting, her blouse hanging open, her camisole damp with sweat. Chaewon shifted, moving to sit against the wall, her trousers still bunched at her thighs, her pussy exposed and glistening from your fingers. She spread her legs, an open invitation.

You turned to Kazuha. She understood. She moved, not to stand, but to position herself on her knees, facing Chaewon. She leaned forward, bracing her hands on Chaewon’s thighs, and lowered her head between Chaewon’s legs. She took Chaewon’s pussy into her mouth, mimicking what Chaewon had done to her.

Chaewon groaned, her head tilting back against the wall. “Fuck yeah,” she breathed, her hands coming to Kazuha’s head, guiding her.

You moved behind Kazuha. Her skirt was still bunched up around her waist, her panties pulled aside. Her pussy was swollen, wet, open from Chaewon’s ministrations and her own orgasm. You positioned yourself, your cock finding her entrance with ease. You pushed into her, a deep, smooth penetration that made her cry out, the sound muffled by Chaewon’s flesh.

You began to fuck her, a slower rhythm now but still firm, still deep. Each thrust pushed Kazuha forward, her mouth driving deeper into Chaewon. Each withdrawal pulled her back, her lips leaving Chaewon briefly before diving back in. It was a synchronized motion—your hips pumping, Kazuha’s body rocking, Chaewon’s hips lifting to meet Kazuha’s mouth.

Chaewon’s hands gripped Kazuha’s hair, holding her in place as Kazuha licked and sucked. Chaewon’s eyes were locked on you, watching your cock slide into Kazuha, watching your body move. “Look at that,” Chaewon moaned, her voice ragged. “Look at you fucking her while she eats me. God, that’s hot.”

You focused on Kazuha, on the feel of her tight, wet channel around you, on the way her body yielded to each thrust. You reached around her, your hands finding her breasts under her open blouse and camisole. You squeezed them, feeling her nipples harden against your palms. Kazuha moaned again, the vibration traveling through her mouth into Chaewon’s core.

Chaewon’s breathing became frantic. “I’m close… fuck, Kazuha, don’t stop… and you… fuck her harder…”

You obeyed, increasing your pace, your thrusts becoming more forceful, more demanding. Kazuha’s body shook with each impact, her ass slapping against your thighs, her moans growing louder, less controlled. Chaewon’s thighs tensed, her hips bucking against Kazuha’s face. Her head thrashed back against the wall.

“Now,” Chaewon snarled, her body convulsing. “Fuck, now!”

Kazuha redoubled her efforts, her tongue driving deep, her lips sucking hard. Chaewon’s orgasm erupted—a sharp, loud cry that filled the room, her body stiffening, her pussy clenching around Kazuha’s tongue. A fresh gush of wetness spilled from her, soaking Kazuha’s chin.

The sight, the sounds, the feel of Kazuha tightening around your cock as she witnessed Chaewon’s climax—it pushed you over your own edge. You gripped Kazuha’s hips, holding her steady, and drove into her one final, deep time. You buried yourself as far as you could go, feeling your cockhead press against the deepest part of her, a pressure that made her gasp and shudder. Then you let go.

Your release was a flood, a hot, urgent rush that filled Kazuha’s pussy, spilling deep into her. You kept thrusting through it, pumping your cum into her, feeling her inner muscles flutter and grasp around your shaft as she received you. She moaned, a long, trembling sound, her body accepting every pulse.

When you finally slowed, pulling out slowly, the room was a tableau of exhausted, sweaty bodies. Kazuha collapsed forward, her head resting on Chaewon’s thigh, panting. Chaewon slumped against the wall, her eyes closed, a sheen of sweat on her forehead. You stood, your cock slick and dripping, the air thick with the musk of sex—sweet, salty, profoundly human.

For a long minute, no one spoke. The only sounds were the ragged draws of breath, the hum of the appliances, the drip of fluids onto the tile.

Chaewon finally opened her eyes. She looked at Kazuha, then at you, and a slow, genuine smile spread across her face—not the brittle, hungry smirk from before, but something softer, more satisfied. “Well,” she said, her voice hoarse but bright. “That definitely cleared my head.”

Kazuha lifted her head, her face a mess of sweat, saliva, and Chaewon’s fluids. She smiled too, a shy, dazed grin. “Mine too.”

You pulled your clothes back into some semblance of order, your body humming with a deep, satiated fatigue that was entirely different from the work-induced exhaustion. The three of you helped each other up, straightened clothing, wiped faces with paper towels from the sink. There was a strange camaraderie in the aftermath, a shared secret that felt heavier, more binding, than before.

You left the break room together, walking back into the main office area. The fluorescent lights felt different now, less oppressive. The hum of computers was just background noise. You returned to your desks, to your screens, to the unfinished code.

But the rest of the day was transformed. Chaewon typed with a relaxed, almost playful speed. Kazuha moved with a quiet confidence. You found yourself solving problems with a clarity that had been missing for weeks. You exchanged glances, small smiles that held a world of meaning. Their hair was messy, strands escaping from careful styles. Their clothes were damp with sweat, blouses clinging to skin, skirts wrinkled. And underneath their clothing, their pussies were wet, filled with your cum, a secret warmth they carried through the afternoon.

The dopamine from the encounter was a palpable drug, brightening their moods, softening the edges of Yunjin’s harsh emails. They laughed at things that weren’t funny, smirked at passing colleagues, shared a private, knowing look across the aisle. The stress was still there, but it was background noise now, drowned out by the lingering echo of flesh and pleasure.

At 5:03 PM, as you were packing up your laptop, your phone buzzed with a notification. You glanced at it. An Instagram DM. A new group. Kazuha had created it. The group name was just a period, a simple dot. The members were you, Chaewon, and Kazuha.

The first message appeared, from Kazuha.

“My apartment. Tonight. 8 PM. No excuses.”

A second message, from Chaewon, followed immediately.

“Bring your fucking stamina.”

The elevator hummed, a low mechanical purr that did nothing to calm the frantic drumming in your chest. The plastic bag in your hand felt absurdly light, the bottles of soju and wine within clinking softly with each movement. You were late. Not fashionably late. Stressfully late. The clock on your phone had mocked you all through the stalled traffic, the frantic stop at the liquor store, the sprint to Kazuha’s building. Now, standing in the mirrored elevator, you saw your own reflection—hair slightly mussed, shirt wrinkled from the day, eyes holding a wild, anticipatory gleam.

The doors slid open on the fourteenth floor. And there she was.

Kazuha leaned against the wall opposite the elevator, a vision that made your throat go dry. She wasn’t in office attire. The risky, sexy red lace bikini was more a series of strategic connections than actual clothing. Tiny triangles of crimson lace barely contained the full, pale swell of her breasts, the nipples visibly peaked and dark beneath the sheer fabric. A matching scrap of lace sat low on her hips, doing little to hide the neat triangle of dark hair beneath. Over it all, she wore a black lace robe, utterly see-through, the gossamer fabric doing nothing but adding a layer of tantalizing shadow to her form. The robe hung open, revealing the entirety of the bikini and the smooth, toned planes of her stomach.

Her face broke into a smile that was both sweet and dangerously knowing. “You made it,” she breathed, her voice a husky whisper. She pushed off the wall and closed the distance between you in two graceful steps. The scent of her hit you—jasmine and something warmer, skin-warmed and intimate.

She didn’t wait for you to speak. She took your free hand in both of hers, her fingers cool and soft. She tugged you gently out of the elevator and down the plush, silent hallway. As you walked, she pressed herself against your side, her head tilting to nuzzle into the crook of your neck. Her lips brushed your skin, a ghost of a touch.

“Mmm. You’re warm,” she murmured. Her breath was hot. “What did you bring us?”

You managed to lift the bag. “Soju. And a cabernet. I wasn’t sure…”

“Perfect,” she interrupted, her teeth grazing your earlobe in a gentle bite that sent a jolt straight to your groin. “We’ll need the fuel.”

She stopped at a door, number 1407, and produced a key. With a click, she pushed it open, still holding your hand, and pulled you inside.

The apartment was warm, dimly lit by a few lamps, smelling of sandalwood incense and clean linen. And in the center of the living room, caught in a pool of golden light from a floor lamp, was Chaewon.

She was in the process of stepping into a pair of black lace panties, the fabric sheer and intricate. She hadn’t yet put on the matching bra, which lay discarded on the back of a sofa. Her small, pert breasts were bare, the nipples a deep, flushed pink and already hardened. She froze, one foot through the panty leg, and looked up as you entered.

Her face, which had been focused, transformed. Her eyes, sharp and intense, lit up with a predatory delight. She finished pulling the panties up, the lace settling high on her hips, and then she was stalking toward you, completely topless, her movements a fluid, confident prowl.

“Why the hell are you so fucking late?” she demanded, but she was smiling, a wide, wicked grin. She didn’t stop until she was right in front of you. She smacked your arm, a playful but stinging slap. “You’ve been making us wait. We’ve been sitting here, thinking about you, getting all… worked up.”

Her gaze dropped pointedly to your trousers. You could feel your cock, thick and heavy, already straining against the zipper, twitching violently at the dual presence of them—Kazuha’s soft, perfumed warmth at your side, Chaewon’s bare-chested, aggressive energy in front of you. The air in the room felt charged, thick with intention.

You swallowed, your mouth suddenly dry. “Traffic,” you managed, the word sounding weak.

Chaewon scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Excuses.” She reached out and plucked the bag from your hand, her fingers brushing yours. She peered inside. “Good. Now, clothes. Off. We’re not doing this with you dressed like you’re still at your desk.”

But Kazuha was already moving. While Chaewon turned to place the bottles on a low coffee table, Kazuha stepped in front of you. Her hands came up to frame your face. Her eyes, dark and liquid, searched yours.

“Ignore her,” Kazuha whispered, her voice trembling with a need that felt raw, untamed. “She’s just impatient. I’ve been waiting too. Thinking about your hands. Your mouth.” She leaned in, her lips hovering just a breath from yours. “Fuck me up. Use me however you want. I need it. I need to feel… owned.”

Her kiss wasn’t gentle. It was a hungry, open-mouthed collision, her tongue sliding against yours with a desperate urgency. The taste of her was mint and wine. Her hands slid from your face into your hair, gripping tightly, pulling you deeper into the kiss. The sheer robe slipped from one of her shoulders, baring the red lace strap and the smooth curve of her shoulder.

A low, approving chuckle came from Chaewon. “That’s my girl. No more good-girl bullshit.”

The kiss broke, and Kazuha was panting, her lips swollen and glistening. “Please,” she breathed, the word a plea that bypassed your brain and went straight to your cock.

You didn’t hesitate. You bent, sliding one arm behind her knees, the other around her back, and lifted her. She was light, her body yielding as she wrapped her arms around your neck, her legs around your waist. The flimsy robe fell open completely, and the heat of her core, separated from you by just a whisper of red lace, pressed against your stomach. You carried her, following her murmured directions, through an archway into a bedroom.

It was Kazuha’s space—softer, with cream-colored bedding and a large, inviting bed. You laid her down on the duvet, her dark hair fanning out around her. You followed her down, your body covering hers, and your mouth found her neck. You kissed, then sucked, then bit down gently on the tender skin where her neck met her shoulder. She cried out, a sharp, beautiful sound, her back arching, pushing her lace-covered breasts against your chest.

“Yes,” she hissed, her hands scrabbling at your shirt. “More. Mark me.”

You complied, leaving a rosy bloom on her skin, your lips traveling lower, over her collarbone, toward the tempting swell of her breasts. But you didn’t stop there. You moved down her body, your hands pushing the open robe completely out of the way. You hooked your fingers into the sides of her tiny red lace panties. She lifted her hips, a silent, eager cooperation, and you pulled them down her thighs, past her knees, and off, tossing them aside. They landed on the floor with a soft, insignificant whisper.

Now she was bare from the waist down, the black lace robe framing her nakedness like a sinful portrait. Her thighs fell open, an invitation. The sight of her pussy, already glistening, the lips swollen and parted, the dark, neat curls damp, made your own breath catch. You settled between her legs, your hands sliding under her thighs, pushing them wider, lifting them to rest over your shoulders. The position opened her completely, exposing every delicate, wet fold to your gaze.

You didn’t tease. You leaned in and buried your face in her.

The first, broad stroke of your tongue from her entrance all the way up to her clit was a revelation. She tasted clean, musky, intensely female. A sharp, guttural moan tore from her throat, and her hands flew to your head, her fingers tangling in your hair, not to push you away, but to hold you there. “Oh god, right there, fuck, your tongue…”

You ate her with a single-minded hunger, your own stress and the day’s tension dissolving into this act of worship. Your tongue delved into her entrance, fucking into her with short, firm strokes, gathering her wetness. You circled her opening, then moved upward, focusing on her clit. You sucked the stiff, swollen bud into your mouth, applying gentle pressure with your lips while your tongue flicked rapidly over the tip.

Kazuha’s body became a live wire. Her hips bucked off the bed, trying to grind against your face. Her thighs tightened around your head, trembling with the strain. A stream of filthy, broken praise fell from her lips. “Yes, like that, suck it, lick me, don’t stop, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come all over your fucking face…”

You added a finger, sliding it easily into her sopping channel alongside your tongue. You curled it, searching, and found that rough, spongy spot inside her. You pressed against it, rhythmically, in time with the flicks of your tongue on her clit.

Her reaction was instantaneous and violent. Her back bowed off the mattress, a strangled scream ripping from her lungs. Her pussy clenched around your finger in a series of brutal, rhythmic pulses, and a gush of hot, clear fluid erupted from her, soaking your chin, your mouth, dripping down onto the duvet beneath her. She squirted, the release sudden and profuse, a testament to the intensity of her climax. Her legs shook uncontrollably, her heels digging into your back as she rode out the wave, her cries dissolving into shuddering, helpless sobs.

You kept your mouth on her, drinking her in, licking her through the aftershocks until she was whimpering and pushing weakly at your head, oversensitive.

A weight dipped the bed beside you. You looked up, your face wet, to see Chaewon. She had shed her panties and was now completely naked except for the black lace bra she’d finally put on. She knelt next to Kazuha’s head, her eyes dark with lust.

“My turn to play,” Chaewon purred. She leaned down, her small breasts swaying, and took one of Kazuha’s peaked, lace-covered nipples into her mouth. She sucked hard, her teeth grazing the sensitive nub through the fabric.

Kazuha, still spasming from her orgasm, jolted again, a fresh moan breaking from her. “Chaewon… fuck…”

“Shhh,” Chaewon murmured, switching to the other nipple, sucking just as fiercely. “Just feel it. He’s not done with you.”

She was right. The sight of Chaewon sucking Kazuha’s tits while you were between her legs, the taste of Kazuha’s climax still on your lips, drove you into a frenzy. You pulled back, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You needed to be inside her. Now.

You moved up her body, your knees pushing her thighs wide. You fumbled with your belt, your button, your zipper, your fingers clumsy with need. Chaewon, noticing, chuckled against Kazuha’s breast. She reached over, her hand deft and sure, and finished the job for you. She yanked your trousers and boxers down just enough to free your cock.

It sprang out, fully erect, thick and veined, the head already flushed a deep purple and beaded with precum. Chaewon’s eyes widened appreciatively. “Fuck, look at that,” she breathed. “No wonder she’s a mess.”

You didn’t need guidance. You positioned yourself at Kazuha’s entrance, which was swollen, puffy, and dripping wet from her orgasm and your mouth. You looked down at her. Her face was flushed, her lips parted, her eyes glazed and fixed on yours. She reached down between her own legs, her fingers spreading her folds wider for you, an invitation that was almost obscene.

“Breed me,” she whispered, the words raw and desperate. “Please. I need to feel you fill me up. I want it. I want your cum so deep inside me it never leaves.”

The crude, primal demand shattered your last shred of control. You gripped her hips, your fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs, and you shoved into her.

The penetration was a blunt, overwhelming stretch. She was tight, incredibly so, but so wet that your cock sank in, a slow, inexorable invasion that made her eyes roll back. You buried yourself to the hilt in one long, deep thrust, your pelvis meeting hers with a soft, wet smack. You were sheathed completely inside her, your cockhead pressing insistently against the deepest part of her, a pressure that felt like it was bruising her cervix.

“Fuuuuck,” Kazuha wailed, her body accepting the intrusion with a full-body shudder. Her inner walls fluttered and clenched around you, a desperate, velvety grip.

You began to move. You fucked her with a slow, deep, punishing rhythm, each withdrawal almost complete before plunging back in to that same profound depth. The angle was perfect, the head of your cock grinding against her cervix with every inward stroke. The wet, slapping sounds of your bodies meeting filled the room, a lewd soundtrack to the scene.

Kazuha was incoherent. Her hands flew to her own breasts, pinching and pulling at her nipples through the red lace. Her head thrashed side to side on the pillow. Chaewon watched, rapt, her own hand slipping between her legs, her fingers working her clit in fast, tight circles as she observed you claiming Kazuha.

“Look at her take it,” Chaewon moaned, her voice ragged. “Look at how your fat cock is splitting her open. She loves it. She’s a fucking breeding slut for you.”

Kazuha could only nod frantically, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. “Yes! Yes, I am! More! Harder! Make me yours!”

You obliged. Your pace increased, the thrusts becoming faster, harder, more animalistic. Your balls slapped against her ass with each drive. The bedframe began a rhythmic creak of protest. You leaned forward, bracing yourself on your hands beside her head, your body covering hers. Your faces were inches apart. You could see every flicker of pleasure and pain in her eyes.

“You want my cum?” you growled, the words coming out rough, foreign to your own ears. “You want me to knock you up?”

“Yes!” she screamed, her legs locking around your waist, her heels digging into your ass, trying to pull you even deeper. “Do it! Fill my fucking womb! I don’t care! Just give it to me!”

The visual, the feel, the filthy, breeding-focused demands pushed you to the brink. You felt the telltale tightening in your balls, the heat coiling at the base of your spine. You drove into her one last, final time, hilting yourself so deep you felt your pubic bone grind against her clit. You held there, buried to the root, as your orgasm erupted.

It was a volcanic release. Thick, hot pulses of cum shot from your cock, directly into her depths, flooding her channel, spurting against her waiting cervix. You groaned, a deep, guttural sound of absolute release, as you emptied yourself into her. Kazuha felt it. Her eyes flew wide, a look of shock and profound satisfaction crossing her face as she felt the hot rush filling her. Her own body clenched around you in a second, lesser orgasm, her pussy milking your cock for every last drop.

You collapsed on top of her, spent, your cock still twitching inside her, still plugged deep, keeping your cum contained within her. For a long moment, there was only the sound of ragged, panting breaths.

Chaewon’s voice broke the silence, husky with her own arousal. “My turn.”

You slowly, reluctantly, pulled out of Kazuha. A soft, wet sound accompanied your withdrawal, and a trickle of your mixed fluids—her slickness and your cum—escaped her, staining the cream duvet beneath her. Kazuha made a soft, disappointed sound but didn’t move, her body boneless, her eyes closed in satiated bliss.

You turned to Chaewon. She was on her knees on the bed, her back to you. She had pushed her lace bra up, exposing her small breasts, and was looking at you over her shoulder. Her expression was pure, unadulterated lust.

“I want you to fuck me rough, daddy,” she said, her voice low and commanding. She reached back, spreading the cheeks of her ass with both hands, offering you a view of her tight, pink asshole and, just below, her glistening, swollen pussy lips. “This hole of mine is yours. Wreck it.”

A sliver of rationality pierced the haze. You remembered the boyfriend. The pictures on her desk. The normalcy that existed outside this bubble of stress and sex.

“Are you sure about this, Chae?” you asked, your voice still rough.

She froze, her brow furrowing in genuine confusion. She turned her upper body to look at you more fully. “What’s wrong?”

“You have a boyfriend,” you said, the words feeling stupid and out of place in this den of sin.

Chaewon’s confusion melted into a look of utter contempt. She let out a short, sharp laugh. “Fuck him,” she spat. “His dick is so tiny, it couldn’t even reach the entrance. It’s like being poked with a fucking pencil.” She turned fully now, crawling toward you on the bed until her face was close to yours. Her eyes were blazing. “I want you. I want this.” Her hand reached down, wrapping around your cock, which was still semi-hard, slick with Kazuha’s juices and your own cum. She pumped it firmly, and it responded, thickening rapidly in her grip. “So forget about that loser. I want a real man. And I want you to breed me, as much as you just bred Kazuha. I want to feel your cum dripping out of me tomorrow at my desk.”

Any hesitation evaporated, burned away by the sheer, vulgar force of her desire. You grabbed her, flipping her onto her back. You didn’t kiss her. You pinned her wrists above her head with one hand. With the other, you guided your cock to her entrance. She was wet, but tighter than Kazuha, her muscles coiled with a different kind of tension.

“You want it rough?” you growled.

“Fucking destroy me,” she challenged, her eyes locked on yours, defiant.

You slammed into her.

It was a brutal, punishing penetration. She gasped, her body arching, but she didn’t look away. You set a furious pace from the start, your hips pistoning, your thighs slamming against hers. The sound was louder, harder, a wet, meaty smacking that echoed in the room. You released her wrists, and your hand went to her throat, not squeezing enough to cut off air, but applying a firm, dominant pressure that made her pulse hammer against your palm.

“Is this what you wanted?” you grunted, fucking her with deep, jackhammer strokes.

“Yes! Harder! Choke me, you fucking bastard!” she screamed, her own hands flying to your forearm, not to pull it away, but to hold it there, to feel the pressure.

You spanked her ass, your palm connecting with the pale flesh of her cheek with a sharp crack. A red handprint bloomed instantly. She cried out, a sound of pure ecstasy. You spanked her again, on the other side.

Your rhythm was relentless, a machine-like fucking that focused on pure, deep penetration. Her pussy was a tight, hot vice, gripping your cock with a fierce intensity. You could feel her walls straining to accommodate your thickness, stretching around you with each brutal thrust.

“You feel that?” you gasped. “You feel how deep I am? I’m hitting your fucking cervix, Chaewon. I’m gonna break through it.”

“Do it!” she shrieked, her body beginning to tremble beneath you. Her eyes were wild, unfocused. “Fuck my womb! Fill it up!”

Her arousal was a waterfall. With each thrust, a fresh gush of her fluids spilled out, soaking the sheets beneath her, mingling with the mess already there from Kazuha. The squelching sounds were obscenely loud. Her body began to seize, her orgasm building not from gentle stimulation but from this raw, brutal pounding.

“I’m gonna squirt!” she warned, her voice a strained rasp. “Oh god, I’m gonna fucking drown you!”

You didn’t let up. You fucked her through it. Her back arched violently, her mouth opened in a silent scream for a second before a guttural, ragged cry tore free. And then it happened. A torrent of clear fluid erupted from her, not in a gentle trickle but in a sudden, shocking flood. It gushed over your cock, your balls, soaking the sheets in a wide, dark patch. She squirted violently, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching and fluttering around your shaft in erratic, powerful spasms.

The sensation of her hot release, combined with the visual of her losing complete control, sent you over the edge again. You buried yourself to the hilt, your cockhead mashing against her cervix, and roared as you came. Your second load shot into her, a slightly thinner but no less voluminous flood, mixing with her own fluids inside her already-stretched channel. You pumped into her, spurting jet after jet, claiming her just as she’d demanded.

As the last pulses faded, you collapsed beside her, both of you gasping, dripping, utterly wrecked.

A warm, soft body pressed against your side. Kazuha. She had recovered enough to move. She curled into you, her head on your chest, one hand lazily tracing circles on your sweat-slicked skin. She leaned up and kissed you, a slow, deep, sensual kiss that tasted of sex and shared exhaustion. Her other hand drifted down, her fingers gently stroking your spent, sensitive cock, which lay heavy and softening on your thigh.

“Mmm,” she hummed against your lips. “You’re incredible.”

Chaewon, still panting, rolled onto her side to face you. A slow, sated, utterly genuine smile spread across her face. She reached out, her fingers intertwining with yours on the damp sheet. She didn’t say anything. She just held your hand, her grip firm, her eyes soft in a way you’d never seen before.

The night was still young. Your body was tired, but a low, simmering energy still hummed beneath the surface. The bed was a ruined landscape of soaked, wrinkled sheets, stained with sweat, saliva, squirt, and cum. The three of you lay tangled together in the aftermath, a sweaty, sticky, sated knot of limbs and quiet breaths.

" Honey, it's been so long I've been holding back since " you muttered.

" Ughhh, mhhh, honey it feels so good, I nearly forgot how big you are "

" Then take it fully today, honey "

You pushed your shaft into her womb making her bite her lips and grab your nape. Her breasts are big and it just got bigger due to lactation, her boobs are begging to be freed from her shirt. You unbuttoned her shirt and her lovely plump chest appeared in front of you. You quickly suckled on them as soon as they popped up but still making sure that your pace of fucking your wife never change as this is the key for her to reach her climax.

" Honey, don't suck on them, you can just lick them gently. The milkies are for Mico " Jihyo asserted.

You stopped sucking her titties to make sure that all of her milk nutrients will go to your son. Instead, you kissed her passionately as you made love.

" I love you honey "

" I love you too honey "

You're longing for this sight for too long— your beautiful wife under your body, paired with her seductive gaze as she takes all of your length feeling every ounce of pleasure from making love with you.

" Keep going honey, I'm almost there " Jihyo mumbled.

" Yes honey, go cum for me " You replied.

You fasten the pace slightly making her lean on her back and her spine arced.

" You're cumming honey? I'm cumming too " you asked.

" Yess, yessss! Keep going! "

" UAAAGHHHH! " Jihyo squealed.

Jihyo catches her breath as both of your body twitches, you took more strong thrusts as your cum keeps on spurting inside her.

You leaned on her chest for a while before the two of you hugged each other on the bed.

" You came so much inside me, are you in a hurry to have another child? "

Your wife teased you while she fingers her inside showing you the mess that you made.

" No it's just that it feels so good doing it with you "

" How was your art commission for that company you mentioned last night? "

" It's doing pretty good, I'll be working on the deadline this week so I'm pretty sure I'm going to be busy "

You noticed that Jihyo keeps on fingering her insides and plays with your cum.

" Do you wanna go for another round? "

" Okay honey, let's be quick "

You quickly fucked your wife from behind but got interrupted by your baby sitter's knock on the door.

" Madam, sir, the breakfast is ready "

" Let me finish first honey " you whispered to your wife.

" Yes! We're coming ! " Jihyo shouted.

" Let's stop for now, Mico is waiting for his morning milk " Jihyo exclaimed.

You're frustrated but you can't protest as your wife is just being a good mom for your child. You helped her fix herself and both of you quickly went to the dining table.

" Ohh you're such my good boy aren't you, Mico " Jihyo said as she held your son.

" Look at him sleeping so peacefully, our babysitter is the best when it comes to calming him up " you said as you stared at your babysitter.

Chaeyoung has been your babysitter for 2 months as Jihyo had to go to work after her month leave on her work. You're a work from home artist and frankly you don't even know how to take care of a baby, that's why both of you opted to hire a babysitter / maid. She's responsible for making Mico sleep and taking care of him while Jihyo is gone, cooking, and washing dishes in the morning. You're the one that cooks for dinner and for washing the dishes.

" Hey, Chaeyoung you can eat with us. I'm going straight to work after taking a bath " Jihyo said while breastfeeding Mico.

" No it's okay ma'am I can eat after you finish"

" No, no, hurry and sit so you can wash the dishes right after and you can take care of Mico " Jihyo insisted.

Chaeyoung sat down at the table and ate with you. After eating Chaeyoung quickly washed the dishes and Jihyo took her bath. You went inside your bedroom and Mico is sleeping quietly on his crib when you check him.

" Honey, here's Chaeyoung' s pay for the month. Please give it to her because I'm running late " Jihyo said.

" Take care of Mico for me okay, Chae " Jihyo said as she headed out.

" Bye honey, I'm going now " Jihyo said before the two of you kissed.

Right after you closed the door you went to your wash room and pulled Chaeyoung in.

No words were said, Chae just glared at you intently. She casually bent over the washing machine as you took off her shorts and underwear.

" Mhhhhh, Hhushhh "

Chae gently moaned and both of your breaths became heavy as you pushed your already hard cock into her.

" You're already rock hard sir " Chae said with a lustful smile.

" Yeah here's what you get for interrupting our second round. And frankly your half naked body is just too hot to see in the morning "

" Ughhhh, ughh, mhhhhh ~~ shitttt "

Chae can't help but moan as your pelvis clapped her ass at a moderate pace. You sniffed her bare shoulders, you can smell a mix of butter and garlic from her shirt probably from the fried rice that she cooked but her sweet strawberry scent engulfed your nose into ecstasy.

You reached for her perky tits to fondle them from outside her tshirt and your other arm grabbed her from the neck so you can pull her for a kiss.

" Mhhh~~~ slurps* ~~ughhh sir~~ "

" Sir~~ you really made me your cum dump"

" Yeah, I'm grateful that you're best in doing your babysitting job. But also you're the best at fulfilling my sexual desires for the past few months "

" But you can now have sex with madam Jihyo " Chaeyoung muttered with a grin.

" Why, are you sad ? This may be our last "

As you say those words, it made you think of how you ended up like this with Chaeyoung.

Approximately 2 and a half months ago...

9:30 night time.

" Arrgh, honey we can't do it. My stitches still hurt "

" I know honey, but can you at least give me a blowjob? " you insisted.

" I'm tired honey, I've been taking care of Mico all day long please let's just rest "

" I understand, let's hire a babysitter starting tomorrow so you won't be this tired everyday it's my fault that I don't even know how to take care of our infant son "

" Oww, it's alright honey come here " Jihyo said as she pulled you for a hug.

" But are you sure about that? Full time baby sitters are expensive to have these days " she added.

" It's okay honey, I'll take care of that. I have an upcoming commission for a big company and they're going to pay me handsomely "

" Okay honey, let's look for a babysitter tomorrow, thank you for understanding me " Jihyo said before you two fell asleep.

Your baby sitter arrived after 2 days and her name is Chaeyoung.

Jihyo starts to go to work and you observe Chaeyoung every time she takes care of your son intending to learn from her as you do with Jihyo. But you're finding it difficult because her petite body paired with her strawberry sweet scent makes you think of inappropriate thoughts.

She likes wearing tank tops and loose sleeveless shirts every morning and you can swiftly take a glimpse of her side boobs every time. When time allows it, you take it to stare in her exposed cleavage every time you stand up after eating.

Every time you have small talks with her, it is an opportunity to check out her incredible body. This becomes your habit every time Jihyo goes to work and before you go to your office to continue your work.

1 week after hiring Chaeyoung...

10:30 night time

You walked out of your room to go to your toilet but you were stopped by Chaeyoung wearing her usual black tank top and shorts.

" Sir, where are you going? "

" Oh it's just you Chaeyoung , please don't surprise me like that " you said as you hold on your chest.

" I'm just going to the toilet, how about you? Why are you still awake? "

" I just drank water, I observed that you're always going in the toilet this hour "

" Ahh, yeah " you said with an awkward smile.

You're embarrassed because you can't just say that you're jerking off inside the toilet every time.

" Releasing tensions every time sir? "

" Ahh, yeah hehe my stomach hurts every evening and I don't know why hehe "

You played it cool, you touched your tummy for extra acting points.

" No sir, I'm talking about that " Chaeyoung said as she points at your bulge.

You quickly turned around and made an excuse.

" Oh this is nothing, it's natural I'm heading in now "

" Maybe I can help? " Chaeyoung exclaimed.

" What do you mean ? "

" You're always checking me out sir, do you think I won't notice you glaring at my body every time? "

" Oh no, Chaeyoung that was... "

" You're a perv right? Or should I say you have a high sex drive, but madam can't have sex right now so you just jerk your dick off every night "

" So what? This has nothing to do with you Chaeyoung " you've started to get pissed.

" I'll suck your dick, will that help sir? "

" For one condition, can you please increase 1/4 of my pay? " she added.

" What? Are you serious? "

" Yes sir, I won't tell madam please just increase my pay for 1/4 of it "

" You repeated it, you need it so bad? Alright I'll help you, and you help me, sounds like a fair deal "

You led her inside the wash room, because Chaeyoung can't hide anywhere if ever Jihyo looked for you in the toilet. You leaned on the washing machine and Chaeyoung kneelt in front of you.

" I'm not an easy bottle to squeeze Chae, so you better be good at this " you teased her.

As she removed your bottom, your thick cock slapped her face. It made her face look ecstatic as she licked your base from the bottom.

" Such a thick and long cock sir, and it's not even hard"

" Suck it good, Chae "

" You can freely peek at my boobs, sir, you can even touch them if you want "

Chae said as she swallowed the tip of your length.

Chaeyoung skillfully sucked your dick until it turned harder and harder inside her mouth. Eventually she started to gag and drool flowed out of your cock.

" Fuck, you're so good at this aren't you Chaeyoung"

Her eyes glared at you as she swallowed your whole length into her throat. It shows no sign of quitting and it was so good that you can't even feel a single scrape from her teeth.

Your cock began to throb inside her mouth. One thing that she does that made it feel so good was she applies subtle but precise pressure every time she pulls her face to suck your shaft.

" Yes keep going like that, Chaeyoung "

You can resist the urge to peek at her cleavage, you removed one of her shirt straps so you can fondle her plump boobs while she suckles your dick good.

She licks your head from time to time to rest her jaw but is quickly putting it again inside her mouth. Chaeyoung looked at you with a seductive gaze.

" Yes keep looking at me like that, from now on you're my baby girl okay? "

Chae nods as she remains eye-locked at you for the rest of her work.

" Keep it like that, I'm cumming"

Chae continued the pace. You plunged your dick deep in her throat as you dump your cum in her mouth. Tears flowed from her eyes and cum drips from her lips onto the floor.

Chae headed to the sink to spit your mess and you cleaned yourself in the toilet. Chae headed back to her room and you came back to your wife straight away.

This went on for two weeks, Chaeyoung has been giving you head every night. Until one night you did it in her room and both of you can't hold back from the temptation of lust. A man and a woman inside one room, the two of you ended up fucking each other that night. You came twice that night, one on her boobs after fucking her missionary and one in her throat after she ride your dick.

From then on, the two of you looks forward to it everyday to fuck each other. Whenever you want to relax of take a break from work, you just checks on Chae if Mico is asleep, you makes her suck on you or you just fucked her in your office. Chae basically became you fuck meat, a cum dump that you can fuck whenever your wife is not around or already taking a rest. You're giving her a 25% increase in salary but she enjoys having a sexual affair with you that she never asked for another increase when you started fucking each other.

Back to current time...

" I'm cumming now, baby Chaeyoung"

" Yess sir daddy, give it to me all aargh~~~ give me you cum sir "

" Fill your fuck meat with your semen sir daddy, use my pussy as your sex toy "

" Yess babyy, take it all! "

You plunged your dick deep in her pussy as cum spurts out that made Chaeyoung scream in pleasure.

" ~~~~uyggggghhhh! "

You thrusted a few more to release every drop of your cum deep in Chaeyoung. Chae' s face became blank as she took it.

" Look daddy, I'm dripping wet with your cum " she said as cum drips out of her pussy.

" Clean up now baby, I'll head to my work now. Please take care of Mico " you said before giving her a kiss on the cheeks.

The day went on, you called Chae earlier to suck you off while you brainstormed ideas for your work. The night came and your wife Jihyo arrived from work. Mico is already sleeping. It's already 10 pm late but you wait for her every time so you can have dinner with her.

You went to bed after Jihyo took her shower.

Jihyo sighed as she lays on the bed.

" Huuuush! Finally I can rest, how is Mico today honey? "

" He's still a good boy today, Chae always does a good job " you said before laying one hand on your wife's boobs.

You kissed her and the two of you made out for a minute. But was interrupted.

" Sorry honey I'm so tired, we can just do it tomorrow after we wake up "

" But I'm already hard honey, I missed you " you said.

" You can just use Chae again, honey " she said with a smile.

You're surprised by what she said.

" What are you saying ? "

" I know you're fucking with our babysitter honey, you're going out every night and I can hear her cries and moans from her room one time I went to drink water "

" I'm sorry honey "

You can't look into your wife's eyes as she talk.

" It's alright honey I understand, you're always full of libido even before we were married, so I understand that you can't help but to have our babysitter as you fuck buddy " she said as she palmed both your cheeks.

"Plus Chaeyoung is a fine young lady, I can lend you to her as long as it's just sex and for pleasure only "

" I'm still sorry Honey, I love you so much, and thank you for understanding"

She hugged you as she whispered.

" I'll be sleeping okay? Fuck her besides me tonight "

Your wife gave you an approval and horny look as she said this. She rolled on the other side of the bed and you checked on Chaeyoung from her room, you pulled her into your room.

" What are we doing here sir? Madam might wake up "

" No she's a heavy sleeper "

You closed the door and began making out with Chae besides the door.

" Are you sure this is alright sir daddy? " Chae asked as she cupped you bulge from your boxer shorts.

" We can even fuck beside her and she won't wake up "

You sat on the bed and made Chaeyoung deep throat your shaft.

" gawlk, galwk galkw"

Chae remained her stare at you as she took your length into her throat.

" Suck it like a slut you are, baby "

Chae gave you a lustful look before you pulled her and positioned her on the bed exposing her ass in front of you.

" Aaaagghh!~~~ "

Chaeyoung screeched in pleasure as you fucked her instantly after pulling her hair.

" mmhhhh~~~ mhhhhh~~ mhhh~~ "

Chae' s moaned was muffled by her hand but you removed it.

" It's alright, baby , you can moan as much as you like "

" ~~ ughhhh, okay sir daddy, fuck me, use me infront of you wife "

Sounds of flesh banging and Chaeyoung' s pleasure cries filled up the room.

" My wife is so sexy isn't she?"

" Yes daddy, your wife has a perfect body shape, and have great boobs, she's a perfect fuck meat for you "

" ~~~UGHHH! " Chae screeched in pleasure as you slapped her ass hard.

" Don't insult my wife, you're the only one that is a fuck meat here okay?",

" I'm sorry daddy sir, your wife is so beautiful it makes me envious "

" Daddy please slap your baby's ass more, it makes me feel good as you pound hard from behind "

Chaeyoung drooled like a dog as you abided by her request.

" I'm cumming, baby "

" Yessss daddy! Fill me up with your thick cum, fill your cum dump again"

You ended up cumming inside her again, and you made her come back to her room quickly as you pounced on your wife right after you closed the door.

" You have been listening aren't you honey? Does your husband fucking another girl made you so horny? "

Jihyo nodded, this is the second time that you saw your wife's face as horny as hell. The first time is when you two first made out and had sex.

You hurriedly took of your wife's clothes and fuck her missionary so you can see her beautiful and horny face.

" Does it feel good honey? Fucking Chaeyoung beside me? "

" Yess honey, I get to look at two beautiful hourglass bodies at the same time "

" Do you want to do her better ? "

" Chae' s exceptional, but you're just the best honey, your pussy is my favorite " you said as both of you indulged in sloppy deep kiss.

" But she definitely gives off more in giving head " you teased her.

" Oh, maybe I can learn from her " she teased back.

" Do you want to have a threesome with her honey? " She added.

Just the thought of it was enough for you to reach your climax. You nodded and you fastened up your pace.

" I'm cumming honey "

" Yesss honey, cum inside me "

You hugged your wife tightly as you cum inside her. The two of you laid on the bed and fell asleep naked.

The night went through and morning came.

The day went as usual, and Jihyo was preparing to go to work.

" Don't drain it all to her okay? " she said before pinching your bulge from your shorts.

Your wife teased you before kissing goodbye and going off to work.

Managing a convent was a fulfilling and sacrosanct role, shepherding the innocent charges under your protection through the turmoil of earthly distractions, and guiding them along their holy path in praise of the Lord. The endearing adoration the nuns showed towards the Trinity never ceased to move your heart, and you often yearned to join them in the simplicity of endless prayer and supplication. But alas, the mortal world was yours to face, and so you remained vigilant upon the walls of your earthly paradise, sending constant reassurances to your sponsors at the Cluny Abbey (1) who supported your religious house that all was well. And things were indeed well. The Sisters kept to their isolation, the staff to their duties, and the Brothers in the attached priory their religious work, which of course involved teaching their Sisters the intricacies of Christian worship. Detractors might paint this relationship as obscene, alleging licentious activities that most certainly did not take place in the House of God, ignorant peasants and steely rogues whose assertions you denied outright. Yet deceit was a sin, and one you wrestled with constantly during your private prayers, beseeching the Son for His forgiveness for your lies in His name. Because all was not well in your Garden of Eden, indeed, it was troubled by the same sin that had cast mankind out of Heaven as well.

Your problems had a source in two of the Sisters of your convent, one of whom a more recent addition, the other a resident since her acceptance as a child. Karina was a daughter from a family of minor nobility with a surfeit of daughters, and as is common, she was given to the convent to curry favor with Ecclesial circles once she was old enough to not pass away from illness (2). She was a zealous girl, fervent in her love for the Lord, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, but her great faith left her naïve, temptatiously so. Beautiful of face, and with a bust so large no habit could obscure it, Sister Karina was the bane of the adjoining priory, the brethren there sorely tested by her alluring ignorance. Many had been caught teaching her "special prayers", or "secret devotionals" to the Saints that inevitably seemed to involve having her habit around her shoulders and her undergarments dangling from one ankle. Time after time, Brothers would encounter her and another sinfully cavorting in a cell, and instead of reporting or interrupting this hellish behavior, they would watch and wring out the evidence of the lust, or even join in the damning activity! You would have assumed Karina to be a simple harlot, had not her confessional tears been so genuine that you too had been moved by her grief at her unknowing sinning.

So while Sister Karina was a known issue, one who was kept sternly under the eye of the Abbess lest she stray even more and lead her soul into eternal hellfire, the other, was not. Sister Wonyoung had joined barely a year earlier, a ravishing beauty with the countenance of a Saint, and you fervently prayed that the mien of the interior would someday match the exterior. Sent so that she might maintain her chastity until marriage, her family name was beyond your purview, but it had been hinted by your superiors that she was from the court of an Prince-Elector of the Empire (3); so from a very powerful family indeed. The reasoning behind Wonyoung's religious banishment was obvious, had she remained a court, she would have had half of the surrounding eligible nobility wrapped around her finger, while the other half would be busy declaring war on those in her favor. Her virginity would have also been in serious doubt, if her actions during her stay at the convent were anything to go by, her effects upon the good Brother's were as damning as Karina's! With her charming nature and subtle wiles, your wayward Sister had wriggled and writhed her way into the heart of the complex, and seemed able to induce anyone to indulge in her sinful schemes.

Godless pregnancies had seen a sharp increase, and even the redoubtable Abbess seemed at a loss as to how many saintly women had suddenly been stained by the sin of lust, their souls upon the precipice of eternal damnation. Rumors swirled, as they always did with the convent being a hothouse of gossip, with Sister Wonyoung always at the heart of whatever secret depravities were being undertaken beneath the vigilant watch of the senior brethren. The Abbess had on several occasions examined the girl, and found her hymen to be intact, so while her technical virtue remained undiminished, she seemed to be straying into sin nonetheless. The hushed giggles decrying Sodom that you had heard while Wonyoung had passed by only confirmed your worries, that the rebellious Sister was engaged in the foulest form of carnal intimacy. Of solid evidence however, you had little, and none of the Sisters nor Brothers seemed willing to divulge the particulars during confessional, remaining silent even from your pointed questioning. The Sister herself of course admitted to nothing, so while Karina might blubberingly spill several occurrences of her lustful failings (that she remained without child was sure evidence of the Lord's infinite forgiveness), Wonyoung kept her divulgences to petty matters, as a dutiful Sister was expected to do.

But the Might of the Lord was eternal, and through His servants, His displeasure known. The Abbess, no doubt guided by the righteous fury of an archangel, had discovered Karina in a cell abed with no less than three monks, one of whom's personal penance had been to deny himself the merest touch of a woman; while another Sister watched the unholy proceedings. Your redoubtable holy woman had severely scorned, with a voice like the Trumpet of Revelation (4), the Brothers for sullying a Wife of Christ, her eyes alight with the wrath of Saint Leutfridus (5), and she had driven them out before accosting the pair of nuns. Sister Karina had of course been set aside, while the Abbess had sternly lectured the other Sister for risking her soul to eternal hellfire for her unGodly curiosity. Yet the Lord's ire remained undiminished, for why else would He have sent the Holy Spirit to draw the Abbess's gaze to a humble cupboard, and within it, the duplicitous Sister Wonyoung!

The Abbess had explained all of this to you with a familiar look of smug satisfaction at having done the Lord's work, and you gave praise to the Highest for gifting you with such an able guard dog for your lambs. You also make sure to spare some praise for the Abbess as well, and she positively glowed at your words, rewarding you with a kindly smile that many of her charges would have been shocked to see her make. As always with her, you felt a tension, something that roiled beneath the surface of your official roles as Servants of God, a truth that would sure damn the both of you were it to be revealed. So instead you simply return the warm smile, and when you lay your hands upon her bowed head to bless her, neither of you comment on the unusual length of time your hands linger. With a sigh you dismiss the Abbess, who pauses by the door as she leaves the small office you call your own, "Then shall I send them following morning prayers?" You nod, "If it pleases you, Sister, I shall deal with malcontents through Confession in my chambers," The Abbess cocks her head, "A private word then?" "Indeed, Sisters Karina and Wonyoung require a light touch. I shall leave the fate of the third Sister to you." The Abbess gives you a crooked smile, "I shall speak with her, youthful curiosity is a scourge for all of us," and closes your door behind her.

The next morning you call the three wayward Brothers to your office to lambast them for their sins, scolding them for being tempted by the wiles of young nuns, urging them to harden their souls against such transgressions. For while chastity was not mandatory amongst the wider lay folk, your convent was sponsored by the great abbey at Cluny, where it most definitely was, and the Benedictines there had... expectations that their doctrine be followed (6). The three monks leave your office seeming humbled, and it is with some relief that you lead the morning prayers, choosing to sermonize about the Saint Mary Magdalene, hoping that some amongst your flock might take inspiration from her holy example and leave behind any wayward thoughts of promiscuity and lust. After you all break your fast in the dining hall, that vast room filled with murmur of scurrilous rumor and gossip, you depart to your personal chambers, which doubled as your Confessional area. You had heard mutters through the grapevine about some of the larger churches adopting double closets of sorts to perform Confession inside of (7), but like many priests, you preferred a more personal touch. How else would you know that your sinners had truly accepted their penance and allowed for the Lord's Grace to fill them if you could not feel it yourself?

Shortly after getting settled arranging some cushions for the two Sisters to kneel upon in front of the padded bench you sat upon while listening to Confession, you hear a knock on your door. Some lay brethren might prefer bare stone floor to enhance their discomfort, but you saw little reason for those who did not embrace such a path to suffer needlessly, especially those delicate souls under your care. You call for them to enter, and the Abbess ushers in your two lost lambs before bowing her head and retreating, shutting the door tightly behind her while the two nuns settle onto the ground. Karina and Wonyoung both make the sign of the cross, with the latter's a heartbeat slower, before announcing, "Bless us Father, for we have sinned, it has been-" "One week," bemoans Karina "Two months," mutters Wonyoung "-since our last Confessional." You wait, slowly sitting down upon your comfortable bench, allowing the silence to ripen before sighing, "Very well, Sisters. Please, open yourselves to the lord, and declare your sins to Him..." You trail off as Karina promptly leans back and opens her legs, revealing the dark patch of hair covering her sex, and groan internally. Truly, the Lord was testing you.

"Sister Karina," you begin gently, "you seem to have forgotten your undergarments this morning, I know this is a tumultuous time for you, but please remember to put them on for modesty's sake." Karina looks bashful, "Forgive me, Father, but all of mine are stained and require washing..." You nod politely, even Women of God suffer from the cycles of the moon, "So the Virgin has sent you fresh signs of your purity then?" you ask delicately, but Karina shakes her head, "No, Father, that was two weeks ago, the Brother's holy fluids have stained my undergarments," she says with complete innocence, and Wonyoung is unable to hide a snigger, "so I have been going without while waiting for the wash to be done." You blink, before mentally shelving the thought that the naïve Sister had been receiving the foul, sticky evidence of her sin so often that she was out undergarments, and move on to the next issue, "And your... stance, Sister? That is not the usual position a penitent would assume..." "What are you talking about, Father?" Wonyoung interjects with a purr, "Isn't that the pose any good Sister should assume when receiving their penance?" Your eyes flick to your young charge, and are unable to contain your irritation, "Ah, but of course, Sister," you say blithely, "how foolish of me to forget the classical Pose of Saint Pelagia of Antioch (8). Please, Sister Wonyoung, kindly follow your Sister's example"

Wonyoung's face flushes as she realizes your trap, and grimly leans back and spreads her lithe legs as well, shyly revealing undergarments of distinctive quality; nothing but the best for one of her blood. The young nun appears as flustered as you have ever seen her, which comes as something of a surprise since she had ever held herself with sinful pride and confidence; perhaps the rumors of her harlot ways were merely that... Or perhaps Sister Wonyoung was simply unused to not being in control of her situation. You feel an odd feeling creeping through your guts, a sense of righteousness and surety that the Holy Spirit's hand was guiding your path to redemption for these wayward souls, and lean forward while bringing your hands together, "Now Sisters, have you any sins you wish to confess?" Karina of course, is the first to start, "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned" she begins, with her moist temptation still revealed to you, "I have felt the sin of Envy upon my soul when I saw Sister Wonyoung's beautiful undergarments four days ago while she was practicing for the upcoming devotional play we are hosting in a month. I have felt the sin of Pride when yesterday I was able to pray to the Virgin Mary with three Brothers at once, and the Abbess said I felt the sin of Lust when I was with them."

Sister Karina continues to reveal her every doubt and worry, which seem to feature a surprisingly large amount of ungodly fornication if one could read between the lines. But that was nothing new, your meek lamb was ever blundering into sinful behavior, when it was Sister Wonyoung's turn... "I have nothing to confess, Father," Wonyoung declares with an innocence that was only somewhat undermined by her current exposed position. You raise an eyebrow, "Truly, Sister? You have partaken in no sinful behavior since your last Confession? Please, unburden yourself before Christ and receive his Grace, you have nothing to fear..." But Wonyoung remains defiant, "No, Father, I have felt no sin," she sniffs, "Then how," you ask softly, "would you describe the situation the Abbess found you in yesterday? While Sister Karina here was busy... praying with three of the lay Brethren?" Sister Wonyoung nibbles on her lip and pouts, "Why, I was observing the good Sister praying, what could possibly be sinful about that?" before smirking, clearly taking hellish joy from defying you.

Irritation flares in you once more, and you feel the Lord's anger swelling up within you as the young nun spurns His holy redemption, how could you save His wayward daughter from foul temptation? The righteousness of Saint Vitalis (9) fills you to the point of bursting, and it is as if the Light of Damascus (10) strikes you as through holy revelation your method was laid out for you, a way to cleanse the sin from this arrogant youth and return her to the Path of God. You stand, drawing back your robe to reveal the Holy Lance, trembling with the pent up fury of the Lord, the instrument through which Sister Wonyoung's confession, and her salvation, would be secured, "Very well then Sister," you smile, "I hope you will not shirk from joining me in prayer then?" and the nun blanches in horror as her bluff is called, "Sisters!" The Holy Spirit, speaking through you declares, "Let us pray!" Karina's eyes light up with the fervor of a true fanatic, "Praise the Lord!" she shrieks, overcome with emotion. Wonyoung on the other hand, merely stares at you in complete shock, her sinful heart quailing at the sight of such a powerful symbol of the Faith, "Oh dear God," she groans, already praying for her coming salvation.

Sister Karina shudders with piety, "Please Father," she gasps out, "my body is ready to receive the Love of Christ! Cleanse my wicked sins with your hallowed spear!" Such a zealous prayer nearly has you in tears of joy, surely the Holy Spirit has touched her as well! You move as swiftly as a vengeful archangel then to place your Instrument of the Church against her Pearly Gates, and she quivers with holy delight at the sight of you between her legs. The dark whorls of hair concealing her sex have already parted, damp with the evidence of her virtue, the pink of her folds bright against this black backdrop. Sister Karina moans as your penis slowly fills her, gasping with pious pleasure as she gives thanks to God in the best way she knew how, her curvaceous body a temple to the Lord's glory. Sodden warmth engulfs you as you sheath yourself in the nun to the hilt, and you both shudder in devout ecstasy, "Your- your rod," Karina gasps, "Father, it is massive! It feels as if I am being crucified upon the cross, I am enduring the same agony of our Lord!" her legs curl up around your waist, and you can feel her wetness squelching out of her divine hole as you plunge deep inside of her, expunging her sins with every thrust.

You feel the foul urge to unleash the holy power burning inside of you, to waste the Lord's Grace upon such an inconsequential cavity, when a more holy ritual was required. You pause in your efforts so as to not cause premature release, "Sister," you declare, "Prepare to receive the Body of Christ!" And in an instant Karina's legs untangle themselves from around you and she moves upright, with you pulling out of her with a noisome belch of fluids. You lurch to your feet as the virtuous nun opens her mouth wide and unspools her tongue for you to place your Sacred Tool upon. With a groaned prayer, you spill the Eucharist into Sister Karina's open mouth, rope after rope of sacral liquid fills her maw, until it is nearly spilling out. But the Holy Spirit was within her, for she was able to swallow your blessing in its entirety without spilling a drop, and gifts you with a saintly smile, "Amen!" she sighs, gazing with wonder up at the stiff rod of meat, still dripping with her honey. The righteousness of the Lord yet still filled you however, as evidenced by the miraculous hardness of His Instrument, for while the good Sister had been an easy soul to save, her wicked companion was still drenched with the foulest of sins, "Sister Wonyoung," you announce sternly, "Are you prepared to confess to your sins?"

Sister Wonyoung, as it turns out, was not. Having obediently lay in the Pose of Saint Pelagia of Antioch for the entirety of Sister Karina's Confessional, quailing like a heathen before the Glory of the Lord, she now shakes her head in stubborn denial, "No Father, I have nothing to confess, because I have not sinned!" she says with growing confidence, "And it looks like your ideas on Theology or not too different from the lay Brothers you punished!" Wonyoung snorts, "How is you fornicating with Karina any different from what she was doing yesterday?" But her false arguments fell upon deaf ears, for the sanctified prayer you had undertaken with Sister Karina had nothing in common with the foul and wicked copulations driven by lust that had occurred yesterday. And moreover... "So you are saying that yesterday you not only witnessed a hellish act being conducted by your peers, but through your witness, participated in it as well?" you ask sternly, and Wonyoung nearly chokes on her own spit, "Oh! Um, well... no... no! That uh, definitely prayer!" she struggles out, still unwilling to admit to the error of her ways. But no matter, "Very well then, Sister," you step closer to the young noblewoman, "then will you join me in holy prayer, so that you might be struck by the error of your ways?" Wonyoung, glancing at your member with some horror, starts to babble but you cut her off, "And worry not, good Sister, your chastity will remain as sanctified as that of the Virgin herself..."

Her beautiful lips twisted into supreme pout, Sister Wonyoung unhurriedly rolls onto all fours and presents her perky rear to you, her habit dangling down from around her stomach while she instinctively arches her back. Then she notices your bemused stare and her back snaps back upwards into a virgin curve, and then with enforced shyness, she pulls down her colorful undergarments to reveal her paired dens of sin. A thin streamer of fluid connects her removed garment to the dainty pink slit that protrudes beneath her modest cheeks, and the circle around her arse was dark and wide, betraying its undignified use. Your Rod of Conversion remained undiminished by its holy work resanctifying Karina's body and soul, and Wonyoung looks back at it with undisguised dread at the sheer size and magnificence of the Lord's Righteousness made manifest. She gathers herself though, still weighty with the sin of Pride, and arrogantly declares herself ready for worship, while Sister Karina watches with avid interest.

You position yourself behind Sister Wonyoung, who trembles as your rosy, wide head presses against her rear entrance, your manhood was still slick with Karina's devotion, but not enough to make things too easy on Wonyoung. The young nun stifles a groan as your scepter slowly forces its way into her, until her lewd hole finally starts pushing back against you with the experience of a harlot's, and the tip goes in. Wonyoung gasps, her back arching up like a bucking horse, as the Lord's Grace gradually fills her unholy hole, purifying it with its very presence. She squirms as your mighty engines of redemption settle against her purportedly chaste womanhood, your rod spearing into her innards making her writhe, but she remains defiant yet through her panting silence. No matter, her encouragement had barely begun. Wonyoung lets out an undignified grunt when the angels guide your hips into motion, her pink rim dragging along the immense barrel of your shaft while you remove yourself from her, before plunging back inside. It is not long before she is clenching at the cushions and crying out to the Savior for salvation from this test, the Lord's name upon her lips while you pump the foul temptation out of her nubile body. Wonyoung's voice grows more shrill as the mixture of pain and rapture overwhelms her, until it seems as if she is praying to God for her prayer session to never end, rather than demanding He save her from it. Then the foul evidence of her sin sprays from her crotch, and you knew that her soul was on the verge of salvation.

Sister Wonyoung judders like a broken mill as the Grace of God fills her, moaning with revelatory joy as the scales are lifted from her eyes, though she still has yet to confess. So you continue your efforts, your hands wrapped around her dainty waist to anchor your fresh assault upon her hellish and lustful sins, and when her voice grows louder, Sister Karina's joins hers in rapturous prayer from where she kneels beside you. Wonyong gurgles in humble pleasure, "Oh! Father- Father wait! I am still-" she lets out another groan as yet more filthy and sinful fluids spew forth onto the cushions, before gasping, "Father- no- I - please! Have mercy! I'm a sinner! I am a sinner!" the nun wails, opening her soul to the Love of the Son and unburdening herself of her earthly sins, "I have been- stained! By the sin- of Pride..." A stream of depravities and ungodly behavior spills from Sister Wonyoung's pert lips as she confesses, sobbing and babbling with the same joy as Saint Mary of Egypt (11), reveling in the divine Grace of the Lord. And when it is over, and her every failing laid bare, you grant her too the Eucharist, its creamy softness spilling into her open mouth while her face twists in disgust; but she swallows it, and the holy fluid that spilt down her face is lapped up by a fervent Karina.

"Am... am I saved, Father?" Sister Wonyoung manages, breathing heavily on her knees before you, her face flushed with embarrassment and piety. You might have been inclined to agree, but the Holy Spirit whispers the Wisdom of Saint Vitalis into your ear, and you know that there is yet still Holy Work to be done, your Instrument of the Faith rising up once more, sustained by the love of angels, "No Sister," you declare with pious certainty, "you have yet to undergo your penance, as do you, Sister." You motion towards Karina, "The Lord requires yet more Good Works from you before your sins can be fully expunged and your soul absolved." You gesture towards your evidence of God's favor, "Disrobe, Sisters, and attend upon me, for such is the Lord's desire," the pair of nuns comply, Karina with enthusiasm, pulling her habit up over head to reveal her voluptuous body, with her temptatious breasts hanging heavily upon her chest. Sister Wonyoung follows suit with surprising shyness, her perky breasts graced by the smallest of dark brown nipples, "Give thanks to the Lord," you intone, "and cleanse this saintly relic, so that it might grant you the salvation you desire..." "Of course, Father!" gushes Karina "Yes... Father," Wonyoung agrees, obviously unhappy about having to clean her own foulness off of your manhood, and yet she does not shirk from her duties.

Both nuns press their soft lips against either side of your scepter, unspooling their tongues to lavish it with their pious attention, licking up and down its length to clean it of Wonyoung's sins. Sister Karina shows particular enthusiasm, even placing her mouth around the tip and taking it her, her tongue skillfully swirling about it with such vigor she seems intent on producing yet another Communal extract. And while Wonyoung busies herself lapping at your font, Karina finishes her work and leans back, clutching at her ample bosom, "Please, Father," she humbly begins, "Bless my chest with your attentions, it is the source of such temptation and wickedness, remove from it the stain of sin! Let me perform yet more Good Works upon you!" Karina urges, her eyes alight with power of faith, and what sort of shepherd would deny his flock his guidance? So you seat yourself once more upon your padded bench, allowing Karina to place herself between your legs and bring her ponderous breasts to bear upon your Instrument of Salvation, with Wonyoung pushing herself up against her Sister's back to add her support.

Sister Karina presses her sizable pillows around your manhood, their soft flesh smothering it with the love of a Madonna (12), surely the Virgin had smiled upon her to be blessed with such a bounty! She smiles adoringly up at you, and with Wonyoung's face nestled in the crook of her shoulder, you are treated to a truly beauteous sight, two nuns intent upon performing Good Works. The penance might have been the Sister's, but when Karina starts to move her breasts up and down your shaft, you realize that the Lord was perhaps testing you as well, forcing you to endure such holy joy while the Sister cleanses herself with your staff. You mouth prayers to Saints to grant you the strength to weather this trial, her cleavage squishing and dragging along your skin until you feel as if the Love of Saint Vitalis was going to burst from you like revelation from the Highest. Surely Christ was determined for Karina's chest to be re-sanctified, for it was not long before you had to gaspingly demand for Karina to present herself for benediction. Sister Karina draws back, pressing her mounds together and thrusting her chest out so that you might bless it with your holy water, her expression rapturous as the divine moment fast approaches. With a groan you bestow upon her breasts a miraculous quantity of the Lord's Grace, coating them with thick streamers of saintly fluid before moving upwards and expending the last of your load upon Karina and Wonyoung's beatific faces.

Prayers spill from Karina's stained lips, and Wonyoung is quick to join in, before they put the mouths to even more virtuous work in nursing and cleaning your rigid Ark. Wonyoung pauses in her efforts, and looks up at you, "Father," she begins, "Please, allow me to humble myself before the Lord," her breath quickens, "Let me cast aside my arrogance and submit myself fully as a simple Vessel of Virgin, a tool for devotion..." You nod solemnly, "Of course Sister, your faith moves me, and through me, the Trinity," you gesture towards yourself, "Please, perform this act of charity upon me." Her face flushed with righteous enthusiasm, Wonyoung clambers into your lap and raises herself up until your tip is placed once more against her purified hole, "I... I shall use my anus to submit to you," she explains, "please- please excuse its worldly filth, for I am still stained by the filth of my sin" the nun manages, fumbling with the pious wording, "My body..." Wonyoung presses her body weight against your rod, "...Is CHRIST'S!" she shrieks as your entire Pillar of Faith slithers fully into her innards, her eyes rolling back with divine pleasure as she mounts you.

Once she has finished shuddering, Sister Wonyoung wraps her arms around your shoulders and gifts you with an adoring smile, her once proud visage now one of chastity and modesty, before she starts moving. Not wanting to assist her unduly, you allow her to test herself in a manner pleasing to God, and your young lamb does not disappoint you. Gathering her strength, she rises until only your flared tip is within her, and then slamming herself down to signify her humility, her guts roiling with every penitential bounce. Wonyoung's coils tighten gradually as her anus grows used to the upthrust staff of meat inside of it, and soon she is performing as spectacularly as Saint Pelagia was said to have done. Subjected to such a divine offering, your own trials intensify as Sister Karina applies herself to your font, sucking and slurping upon your sack with such eagerness you feel as if you were entering Heaven itself. The slick evidence of Wonyoung's sins is soon dripping down your thighs as she rides you, and she treats this with uncontrollable joy, "I am a wicked girl, Father!" she gasps, "Punish me more, debase me, but please, drive this wickedness out of me!" Now you must control your own pious groans as the Sister's pace increases until her hips were practically a blur, and it was difficult to hear anything above the wet, meaty slap of flesh. Her nubile body starts to shiver, and then tremble, before with a howl of exultation her every sin comes spewing out of her slit, an endless stream of stinking fluid the puddles around you both, and thoroughly soaks Karina in her position beneath your joining, "The Lance! The Lance of Teresa! (13)" Wonyoung screams, spasming with holy ecstasy as her innards clench tightly around you. With a groan of your own then you pour Christ's Love into her belly, inundating it with the Holy Spirit's sublime Grace until you fear that your heavenly gift might start emerging from her mouth. But it does not, and Sister Wonyoung's anus was now utterly sanctified.

Sister Wonyoung quivers as your manhood flops out of her rear, heralding a gush of divine fluids that splatter down onto Sister Karina's face until her rim tightens enough to stop gaping; and naturally Karina lovingly cleans up the mess. Wonyoung untangles herself from you, her mien now demure and submissive after receiving so powerful a revelation from God, and she smoothly places herself once more at your feet along with Karina. The two nuns bow before you, their faces both streaked with your Holy Water, their naked bodies slick with sweat and fluids, heaving as they bow their heads once more to await the Lord's approval. But the Holy Spirit yet filled you with strength, and your Agency of Christ remained undimished, a sure sign from the Lord of his continued desire for penance. At this proclamation, the Sisters tremble with ill-concealed delight, and with their eyes shining with zealous fervor, they crawl forward once more and place their lips upon your Confessional Rod, intent upon earning God's absolution...

It was only before the noon bell that the two Sisters stagger forth from your chambers, weak and besmirched in body, but shining and pure in soul. Wearing beatific smiles they bow to the Abbess who waits nearby, before proceeding towards the wash area, model nuns that any of the Brethren would feel blessed to witness. The Abbess quietly closes the door behind her as she enters, gazing up on the appalling mess that was your Confessional Area with frank amazement, "Should I call in some of the Sisters to help clean this up, or should I bring in the Brothers to gaze upon this... miracle?" You continue staring at the floor, your heart filled with despair as you doubt yourself, had you been truly filled with the Vigor of God, or had a more unholy power despoiled you? As if sensing your conflict, the Abbess moves closer and rests your head against her chest, comforting you in your time of need as she had so often done before, "Do not doubt yourself, Father," she soothes, "your actions were surely guided by the Hand of Christ, never before have I seen such... impressive energy, and the Sisters! Oh you should have seen them when they left your chambers, they were shining with such Grace and Virtue that I nearly wept to see such a change come over them." You bring yourself to slowly raise your head, staring up into her kindly eyes, and her lips crinkle upwards, "There you are. Cast aside your worries, Father, for I know your soul to be unweighted by the burden of sin." You feel tears beading, and you choke back a sob as you say, "Thank you, Abbess, for being my rock,"

The Abbess beams benevolently, before gently releasing her embrace of you and taking a step back, "Would you take my confession as well then, Father?" she asks with soft intensity, and you can but nod, how could you refuse such a faithful and loyal woman? With a sigh The Abbess reaches down and languidly pulls her habit up over her head, baring her form to you for the first time in many years. Her hips were wide, her thighs toned, her form voluptuous, and her weighty breasts put even Karina's to shame. Here was an Abbess, not a Sister. She kneels before you, her eyes unblinking as she stares at your rising Instrument of God and begins, "Bless me Father, for I have sinned," purrs Abbess Jihyo, "My last Confession was one week ago, and I have felt the sin of Lust upon me..."

Some time later, and Abbess Jihyo's head bobs steadily between your thighs, your Holy Sacrament pouring down her throat, and you groan, "Amen!"

***

The suite door slams shut, echoing across the empty hallway. Inside, Rei and Liz lie wrecked on the bed. Angry welts of whip marks streaking across their skin, nipple bells swollen and purple from clamps, reins tangling around their choking necks. Their bodies are glazed with sweat, their lips are swollen, and their cunts leak pearly streaks of cum onto the soaking sheets. Thighs trembling in aftershocks, Rei looks at your leaving figure with worshipping fluttering eyes. Liz’s frame heaves and falls, with milky creamy cum spread across her full lips, dripping and flowing down her perky tight chest.

Another flawless breaking. You’ve owned every hole, every scream, edging them till they were begging, teasing them till they were convulsing. Only when they completely shattered did you grant them release.

Yet… as you stride down the hallway, the rush evaporates all too fast. Your cock is drained, pride is overflowing, and your ego is swelling, but an ever-expanding void gnaws at your chest. Feelings of emptiness and hunger grow. Perhaps it's because you've devoured it all: tight cunts clenching around you, throats engorged with your length, asses marked with your strikes. Every season ends with perfect submission.

And every season precedes another, with endless troves of unclaimed girls spreading far and wide for you, wanting, leaking and begging to be broken. But still, that hollow hunger rises and fades right before it can take form.

You want it.

No, you need it.

You thirst for it. Something, anything. Whatever to stoke your fading fire of lust.

…

Later that night, in a bar on the outskirts of the campus. Whatever sex and females that could not fill the void in your heart, you hope that alcohol would.

“Another pint…”

“What's with you today, Council Master?” Minju bends her slender upper torso onto the bar counter, head propped on her palm, luscious ass sticking outwards.

“Nothing much, just feeling drained from work.” The standard reply that you give to everyone drones from your lips.

“Hmmm… that's so unlike you~” Minju murmurs softly, finger tracing down her upper chest, dragging the jet black fabric down to expose her tantalising cleavage. “Want me to give you some consolation?”

Cock stirring at the sight, you heave a sigh in rejection. “Not today Minju, I'm really tired…”

“Then get yourself drunk on these two pints,” she clinks the glasses filled with the amber potions of forgetfulness, slamming them right in front of you. “On the house~”

You snatch one mug, downing it all in a single gulp, before smashing it back to the counter.

“You know… I've heard some rumors about the crumbling church on the edge of the city…” Plump ass facing you, Minju turns and leans closer, her voice singing sweet whispers of seduction and salvation. “They say that the church offers not simple priestly forgiveness, but a perfect release.”

“Oh?” Interest piques your groggy mind, eyebrows partially raised.

“Perfect absolution through the body,” Minju hums. “...No matter how black the sin…”

Your finger taps against the mug.

“Perfect Absolution…”

Time for a new hunt.

***

The heavy oak door creaks shut behind you, a boom echoing across the church. Raindrops pelts the roof, vibrations shuddering through the damp stone ground beneath your feet. Umbrella closed, you jam it right into the crumbling holder at the side before taking a deep breath.

Cold, damp air floods your lungs, thick with the smell of incense and burnt, melted beeswax, and the faint earthy smell of moss and rain seeps into your bones. For a moment, you debate about heading back home to warmth and comfort. But the rumors… perfect absolution. You came for a reason.

Blue moonlight fractures through the stained glass, shining on two figures in black robes. Right as your eyes rest and focus on them, they glide across, white headbands shimmering against the gloom. Their footsteps are light and silent as ghosts, slithering across the ground unnaturally before vanishing into the side aisle.

“Perfect Absolution…” lips curling up smugly, “let's see what you’ve got.”

You approach the confession booth, a single cramped cubicle tucked in the shadowy corner. Sliding the heavy wooden door of the confession booth shut behind you, its latch clicks with finality.

This isn't a traditional confessional — it's cramped and dominated by a high-backed chair, throne-like and ornate, carved with twisted figures of saints, and sinners locked in eternal torment. Ominous. The seat is narrow with designated thigh rests, forcing your thighs apart as you settle into it, the cold, polished wood pressing into your skin through your clothes.

Above you hovers a wooden partition with a lattice — like a suspended secondary seat or screen — lowered on silent hinges, its underside featuring a circular hole cut precisely at lap level, currently sealed by a sliding panel.

The air inside is thick, musty, laced with incense and something sharper, almost anticipatory. Then, shadows shift beyond the lattice at your eye level, but no faces appear. Only voices, two of them, feminine and unexpected. The nuns from earlier

“Bless you for seeking absolution, brother,” the innocent-sweet voice says, soft and lifting, carrying an undertone of honey dripping from the comb. Slender, tall. “We are here to receive your burdens, your sins. Confess it all, hold nothing back.”

“Every detail,” the sharp-commanding voice adds, deeper and commanding, laced with a predator-like hunger. “We must know the depths of your depravity in order to cleanse it all.” She's slightly shorter, but her chest stands out, huge breasts covered by the dark nun robe.

You lean back, smirking. This isn't what you expected from the rumors, but the thrill stirs your blood. You start with the Reindeer Games, voice low and arrogant, reenacting the dual selection in vivid strokes.

How you had both Rei and Liz on their knees worshipping your cock like the sluts they were. Rei’s lips gliding slick along your shaft, lubing and bubbling with spit as she took you down to the root. How you hypnotised Liz to flick her tongue across your cockhead, thighs soaking with her own slutty juices, begging to taste more.

You describe their bells. Tight, stiff and perky as you slobbered all over Liz’s chest. How she moaned and arched as you bit into her nipples while Rei drooled messily, wrapping her tits around your cock and pumping you with desperate rhythm.

The sweet, honeyed voice responds first with a soft, breathy moan, barely audible, but it goes straight to your groin, cock hardening painfully against your pants. The sharp, husky one follows with a low, approving purr.

You describe their sopping cunts next: legs spread wide as you jammed your fingers deep, tongue sliding across trembling pussies as they begged for release.

As the words spill out, a faint creak echoes from above, subtle, almost imagined. The partition hovering above lowers slightly, inch by inch, circular hole drawing closer to your lap. You blink, mind fogged by the heavy incense combined with the nuns’ growing mewls, chalking it up to imagination.

“Such wicked control,” the sweet voice murmurs, breathier now. “But tell us more. The way their bodies yielded, the desperation in their scents, the taste of their tears. How did Rei's throat feel when you choked her with your cock? Was Liz's cunt as tight as she begged it to be?”

You elaborate, memories flooding your hazy mind. Liz’s desperate tears flowing as you pounded her till she came — once, twice, more — relentless even as you lifted her legs, pinned her against the glass, fucking her convulsing body until she begged for mercy and fainted, cunt still spasming around you.

The partition creaks again, even lower now, the hole just hovering right above your crotch. You shift uncomfortably, but the air feels heavier.

“More… more details — ahhh” the innocent voice moans, undeniable and needy. You raise your eyes to the lattice, shadowy silhouettes of the two nuns locked in a foggy, passionate kiss. The hands of the sweet slender one roams underneath the other’s robe, fondling and kneading her huge, full chests, tearing a low purr. That animalistic and confident tone, feels somewhat familiar… no, impossible.

Their makeout intensifies, faces pressed into each other, breaths getting heavier. Whatever concerns you have dissipates. Your cock throbs, restrained and aching. Body burning with heat, you spill the rest: how you deprived Rei while destroying Liz, until you finally granted her salvation — yanking her twin reins (her twintails) as you pounded her raw. How you dumped your load deep into her ass as you pistoned into her full Nelson against the glass till she sprayed her slutty juices all over the window.

“Words are insufficient,” the commanding voice interrupts, tone laced with authority. “True confession demands exposure. Undress. Remove every layer. Bare yourself to us completely.”

The sweet one adds, whisper carrying a giggle, “Then present your sin through the hole of judgement. Let it swell for us to weigh its filth.”

Your pulse races, cock already hard and straining against fabric. In the cramped confessional, you strip hastily, shirt unbuttoned and tossed aside, belt clinking as pants are shoved down to your ankles. One stroke, two strokes, and you're fully hard, pre-cum leaking out of the slit.

The circular hole whirs open and the hovering partition descends further as you feed your aching cock and swollen balls through the hole. The cold wooden planks press against you, pinning your chest, your thighs, your arms — everything locked in place. Everything, except the exposed, leaking cock that now pulses helplessly on the other side, awaiting judgement.

Warm breath brushes against your length, humid, teasing. It carries the faint scent of arousal, musky and feminine. The first contact comes from above: soft, plush lips that kisses your aching tip tenderly, tongue flicking out to lap at your slit, tasting your salt with a hum that vibrates through you. It's the sweet one. Her mouth is lava-hot, dragging her tongue in flat broad licks across the underside of your cock as she worships every ridge, every vein. Saliva floods, dripping down your cock in hot streams. She takes you in, cheeks hollowing, a low hum vibrating through your shaft like a forbidden hymn. Her tongue never stops, lapping the underside, licking every vein, flicking the sensitive frenulum until your hips jerk involuntarily.

“Fuck —” you thrust upwards, seeking more, but the booth’s design pins you in place, thighs locked wide, arms clenching against the armrests, cold wood restricting your helpless bucking.

Pulling off with a lewd pop, thick saliva strands connect her lips to your glistening head, snapping as she retreats upwards.

Then warmth from above again. Full breasts enveloping your shaft from both sides, slick with what feels like oil. She's the commanding one. They squeeze, sliding up and down in controlled rhythm. Friction obscene, slick sounds echoes in the cubicle. A tongue, firmer this time, flicks your tip on each upstroke. The other nun, fingers on your balls, teasing and kneading, rolling them slightly, dull pain blooming into pleasure.

You buck upwards, growling low. “Harder! Come on, make me feel it.” But you're fastened tight, thrusts turning into pathetic humps. “Patience, you sinner,” the commanding voice snaps.

They begin your torment, a depraved, endless cycle of denial.

The sweet mouth descends again, taking you slow and deep. Her throat opens with practise ease, gagging softly as spit pours down your cock in sloppy streams, soaking your thighs through the hole. Head bobbing with innocent precision, her lips curl around the head on every upstroke, sucking the pre-cum from your slit like a starving whore. Her hand twists around your shaft and fondle with your balls, determined to milk you dry.

“Yes, just like that, deeper,” you rasp, pressure building. Just as your groin draws tight, orgasm coiling up like a bent spring ready to snap — she stops. Throat releasing, mouth withdrawing, she seals your gorged tip with a mocking kiss. “N-no, fuck, don’t stop!” You howl and buck against the cubicle, cock swinging uselessly in the cold air, angry and leaking, pre-cum stringing down in humiliating threads. “You can’t leave me like this!”

Then the breasts descend again. Warmer, tighter, oilier. Soft, pillowy tits slide up and down your cock in a perfect, rhythmic beat, squelches reverberating throughout the cubicle. Warm oil seeps through the hole and mixes with the saliva from earlier, soaking the chair underneath you.

The build is faster this time, your cock is pulsing, balls are churning, and the edge surges forward like a tidal wave. “Please…keep going, I’m so close,” you groan in desperation.

Denial again. Tits pulled away with a wet smack, you're left oozing and throbbing. Edge after edge after edge. They alternate without mercy, expanding the torture into an eternity of filthy denial.

The cycle repeats. Sweet mouth descending deep-throating until her throat spasms around you, gagging so violently you hear her choke and cough, spit spraying and overflowing like a bottle, running down your legs in cooling streams. She grinds her face downward against the hole, nose flattened into the cold wood, taking you balls-deep until her lips stretch thin and white, her hums turning to orgasmic moans.

“That’s it. Use your fucking throat — fuck,” you grunt. Then nothing. Again.

Breasts milking you relentlessly, squeezing tighter, pumping faster, oil foaming with increasing friction. Firm tongue lapping and flicking beads of pre-cum that seeps and beads in drops.

Your body betrays you. Thighs quaking uncontrollably, sweat pouring down your back and pools at your ass crack, making the chair slippery with your own fluids. Your balls ache like they've been pummeled, swollen, blue, full to bursting. Pre-cum flows endlessly, a steady leak that they greedily slurp up, sounds wet and vulgar.

“Enough games,” you snarl on the next withdrawal. “Let me fucking cum already.”

Cycle three: sweet mouth again, slower this time, teasing licks around the head, tongue dipping into the slit repeatedly, sucking gently while keeping you on the brink without tipping over.

“Stop playing and take it all,” you demand, voice cracking.

Cycle four: breasts descending, oiled and heavy, sliding with agonizing slowness, tongue lapping the head on every upstroke, fingers rolling your balls until they feel ready to burst.

Cycle five, six, seven — you lost count. Your cock is hypersensitive, purple with agony. Your voice is hoarse from growling, body shaking, tears of frustration burning your eyes.

“I can’t… I can’t take much more,” you admit in a broken whisper.

Then filthy, degrading taunts come, whispered from right above your dripping, denied cock.

Sweet voice, lips grazing your tip without committing: “Remember the girl from last spring's hunt? You fingered her until she collapsed, begging for mercy you never gave. She hasn’t slept without dreaming of your fingers in her since.”

The breasts clamp tighter, stroking viciously slow. “And the ones from the autumn feast? You used them like fleshlights, edging them for hours, then abandoning mid-pleasure. Some had their sanity shattered, now still humping imaginary pillows of your cock in the asylum.”

You growl, trying to thrust upward, but no avail. “Shut up — just finish me,” you spit, sweat beading on your forehead, heart pounding.

“More,” the commanding voice demands, her breath hot. “Confess the wreckage, or stay forever on this brink.”

Words of deeper sins pour out. A Summer Queen trial where you overstimulated a group until one blacked out, waking to find her mind fractured, now institutionalised. A private mentorship that addicted a promising talent to your touch, only to abandon her — last you heard, she sold herself on the streets, whoring drunk men in search of a cock your equivalent.

Each admission earns a slight mercy: a deeper suck, a tighter squeeze. But always, denial. Never release. Your thighs quake. Voice cracks. “Please... I need to cum. I’m begging you.”

“Beg for their forgiveness,” the sweet one coos.

“Please… fuck… I can’t take this anymore… my balls are gonna burst… let me cum, you bitches…”

“Beg properly,” her tongue dipping into your slit like a straw, sucking out the pre-cum with a wet slurp. “Beg for forgiveness like the ruined lives you left begging, you soul-fucking monster.”

“Forgive me,” you gasp, the words bitter ash. “For the lives I ruined... forgive me.”

In that instant, the sweet mouth descends one final time — lips sealing around the head, tongue flicking the slit — and sucks hard, just once.

You erupt.

The orgasm rips through you. Your cock swells impossibly stiffer in her mouth before unleashing thick, forceful ropes of cum that jet straight upward into her throat. She swallows insatiably, humming as waves after waves pumps out, your filthy seed in hot floods that overflow her lips, dripping down your shaft in creamy streams. Your body convulsing in the chair, balls contracting painfully as they empty everything in endless, agonizing spasms that leave you screaming hoarsely, vision whiting out.

She pulls off mid-spurt, the last ropes arching upward through the hole, and the full breasts dive forward to smother your cock, pumping the remaining ropes that splatters and slide down her cleavage.

The commanding voice laughs in a low, mocking sound as your cock twitches weakly within her breasts, cum still dribbling from the slit.

The partition above slides fully open with a mechanical whir, revealing them at last.

Moonlight spills down. They sit there on the hovering seat. Sister Wonyoung, the innocent-faced one with wide eyes now gleaming with triumph, cum dripping from her lips, down her chin; Sister Karina, piercing beauty twisted in victory, creamy white liquid smeared all over her breasts, still oiled and heaving.

“You overlooked me,” Wonyoung says, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

“And you replaced me too soon,” Karina adds, smirking through the mess on her chest.

You’re hauled from the cubicle in a daze, legs unsteady beneath you. They hurl you onto the altar like a sacrificial lamb, the marble slab slamming into your back, shocking a guttural gasp from your lungs. Candle flames flicker wildly around you, casting elongated shadows that dance across the stained-glass windows.

Karina moves first, climbing onto the altar to straddle your hips. Heat radiating like a furnace, she hovers her soaked cunt inches above your raw cock, juices dripping onto your shaft. Wonyoung kneels beside your head, wide doe eyes gleaming with dark hunger, fingers tracing across your jawline before clamping around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your vision blur.

Karina grinds, slow and deliberate, her slick folds dragging along your oversensitive length, coating it with her cream while denying entry. “You gave me everything once,” she hisses, leaning forward so her breasts brush against your chest, stiff nipples scraping. “The perfect ride. The glory. The power. And now you betray us all by spreading yourself thin with multiple amateurs? You think you can replace me?”

Her nails dig into your skin, drawing blood in thin, stinging lines. “I was your queen, and you tossed me aside like trash. Now watch me break you for it.”

She sinks down — just the head — her cunt clenching like a vice, sucking vocariously, then lifts off with a suckling pop, your cock slapping back against your stomach in a humiliating defeat.

Wonyoung laughs softly, her grip strangling around your throat, cutting your air flow as she leans in, her breath hot against your ear. “Feel that emptiness? That's what you left us with.”

The torment intensifies. Karina edges you mercilessly, sinking down, nothing past the tip, walls spasming around the head, then ripping off, juices flooding down in sticky trails on your thighs. Wonyoung's fingers invade your mouth, forcing them open as she drips strands of spit in. Her free hand? They pinch, flick and toy with your nipples until they throb raw.

But the rage boils over.

These bitches think they've won.

With a surge of fury, you buck upwards, slamming your cock fully into her drenched cunt. “Ahhh —” Her legs weaken at your penetration, body collapsing, knees buckling. Ripping away from Wonyoung's choke, you flip Karina beneath you in one brutal twist.

She hits the marble with a thud, breath shattering from her lungs with a sharp rasp. Her eyes widen in shock as you pin her wrists above her head with one hand, the other clamping around her throat, squeezing until her face chokes red.

“You. Betrayed. Me.” You punctuate each word with a savage thrust, burying your cock to the hilt, hips crashing with jamming force. Her pussy stretches around you, walls convulsing, a choked scream ripping from her lips as you hammer her relentlessly. “I gave you success. Power. Everything. And this is how you repay me?”

“No you bastard fuck — so deep — discarding me — more —” Karina gasps, body arching beneath you, struggling to escape but you pinned her tight. “Begging like a discarded whore now are we? I made you queen, and you fucking spit on it.” Her full breasts heave and bounces, nipples scraping your chest as you snarl right into her ears, sweaty slick skin sliding against yours.

“You replaced… me…” she chokes out between moans, eyes defiant, but her cunt clenches greedily around you, juices gushing with each slam.

“Remember when you rode me like a goddess, Karina? Now you’re just another hole."

Wonyoung lunges at you from the side, nails raking and scraping your back till deep, bloody gashes ooze and form. "Get off her, you bastard!” She claws at your shoulders, trying to pull you off Karina, eyes flaring with fear and fury.

And you? You respond with fiercer thrusts, slamming deeper and harder into Karina’s wanton pussy, thunderous claps of sin echoing through the cathedral. Palms raised up high, you crash them down onto her bouncing tits,

“Fucking bells! Look at these thick heavy tits you're so proud of, jingling with every slap!” A vicious slap across her left tit, followed by a backhand blow across the right, you mark and brand her voluptuous mounds with burning imprints of your fingers and palm. “You like that, you whoring slut? Listen to how you moan as I slap your tits!”

“And you, you fucking loser,” you roar, twisting mid-thrust. Releasing Karina's wrists, you grab Wonyoung by the throat and hair, slamming her down onto Karina's body in one fluid, violent motion.

Landing atop Karina with a shrill cry, Wonyoung stacks on her perfectly, tight small tits pressed against Karina’s red and swollen mounds. Her hips mount Karina’s, clit pressing against hers as you continue pistoning into Karina with lewd squelches. Instinctively, Karina wraps her arms around Wonyoung, pinning her in place in a sweaty mess, nipples dragging and rubbing against each other with every breath.

“Perfect,” you snarl, sliding your cock out of Karina’s pussy. Positioning on your knees, you slam into Wonyoung with a single, punishing thrust. She screams with a sharp yelp, body jolting forward, clit grinding hard against Karina’s cunt.

“Fucking sore loser, I’ll fuck you like the dog you should be!” Hands clamping her thin waist with an iron grip, nails digging into her skin, you drill into her relentlessly. The force ripples through both women, Karina moaning beneath from the pleasure and friction; Wonyoung muffling whimpers with bites into Karina’s neck. Wet slaps echo throughout the sacred altar obscenely, your hips crashing against Wonyoung’s firm ass, her body kneading against Karina’s, juices mixing and overflowing in hot floods that flow and soak the cold marble.

“How dare you fucking torture and deny me,” alternating with precision, you pull out of Wonyoung’s clenching cunt with a wet, sucking pop, her walls flutter emptily as she whimpers; then slamming back into Karina beneath her, snatch salivating and drooling at your re-penetration.

You taunt them through the pounding, “I gave you everything, Karina. Success, power, the perfect ride, and you betray me for this? Now you're just stacked sluts, leaking for my cock again.” Moaning wheezes and gasping defiance, Karina’s creamy cunt gushes around you, squirting heat across Wonyoung's thighs.

You pull out and slam back into Wonyoung’s unrepentant cunt, “Absolution? I’ll fucking give you salvation? Kneel properly, submit, and I'll feed you real success — my cum deep inside your tight, desperate, needy pussy every night.”

“Oh my god — your cock is so — fucking big —” Wonyoung cries, voice shattering into pieces. Hands releasing from her waist, you wrap both around Wonyoung’s throat, pulling her pliable body up until her cheek presses against yours. “Or you can stay broken, whispering my name in your abandoned empty church.”

“Karina,” you growl, Wonyoung's eyes rolling as you piledrive into her convulsing pussy. “Break her for me. Make her mine… Or I’ll discard you from the throne I gave you…forever.”

Instant obedience follows. “Y-yes Master.” Extending her hands outwards, she palms and rubs Wonyoung’s pussy while being pistoned. “F-fuck —” Incoherent uncompleted sentences escape in gasps, hands flailing at the side, she tries and grab hold onto imaginary air handles for support. “Don't you wanna cum? Cum all over my fat cock?”

Fervent nods instantly register in her head, but you respond with your withdrawal. “Put it back in…” she begged, eyes fluttering. “No. Naughty girls don't get to cum.” You snicker before plunging your cock back into Karina, feeling her walls spasm and gush around you.

Wonyoung tries to stuff her fingers in to replace your absent cock, but you snatch her arms tight, pinning them behind her back. “Go on, tell her Karina, tell how it feels.”

“Look at how deep — Master’s cock is — filling me so deep —” Karina’s hands roam frantically, one hand kneading her own tits, the other palmed over her waist as she feels each and every bump and thump as you hit her deepest spots.

“He’s fucking me so good… right where you want it.” She pinches Wonyoung’s small, stiff nipples, twisting hard, pulling until they elongate and redden, drawing sharp gasps from Wonyoung’s lips. “Pl-please fuck me … my pussy feels so empty without your cock…”

You pull out of Karina mid-thrust, her cunt gaping, leaking, and slam back into Wonyoung, giving her just enough deep, punishing strokes to push her to the edge. “Yes fuck —” Her walls clamp desperately, body trembling atop Karina’s, clit grinding brutally as Karina’s fingers flick faster around her nipples.

She’s there, teetering on the edge, breath hitching, “I’m — fuck — I’m gonna —”

You rip out again, leaving her empty and throbbing, and bury yourself back into Karina’s inviting warmth. “You're going to watch how I make her cum, and you're gonna beg for it.”

Wonyoung whimpers in rage, hips bucking, “You asshole… give it back… I need —”

Karina moans loudly, arching up, her cunt gushing around you as you pound her punishingly. “Yes… right there… he feels so fucking good, Wonyoung… so deep…”

Your cock plunges deep into Karina's hotter, creamier depths, her mind lulls and confesses, “God, yes… he’s ruining me — submit, Wonyoung… just give in… feel how perfect his cock is when you stop fighting — I-I’m going to cu—” Karina clenches, body freezing in an arch mid air before waves and waves of hot juices crash and squirt around your cock, drenching your thighs. You continue hammering her through her orgasm until she collapses into a whimpering trembling mess.

“Look at how hard she came Wonyoung. Don't you want it too?” You let go of her arms, fingers snaking downwards to penetrate her dripping folds. “Beg for it,” two fingers in, you slide in and out at a snail's pace. “Beg for me to fuck you like the filthy whore you are. Submit to me and I’ll grant you anything, everything.”

“Please…” she finally gasps, voice cracking with hate and need, eyes blazing defiance even as her body betrays her. “Let me cum… you bastard… I hate you… but please…”

You ignore her words, fingers going even slower. “I’m going to need more than that, you whorish bitch. Otherwise, I’ll just leave you hanging whilst I continue pushing Karina up further.”

The absence of your cock sends her over the edge. Wonyoung’s defiance finally cracks — eyes glassy, tongue lolling from her open mouth, drool dripping onto Karina’s chest as her body betrays her completely. “Fine…” she gasps, voice hoarse with hate and surrender. “Fuck me… make me cum… I submit…”

“Good girl, should have fucking surrendered a long time ago.” You slam into her one final time, deep, relentless, pounding her doggy atop Karina.

“You’re fucking me so hard, M-master!” Completely surrendering, Wonyoung rubs her swollen clit frantically, fingers stuffing into her gripping pussy as you pound her relentlessly.

“Tell me, who owns this slutty pussy?”

“You! My slutty — pussy belongs to — you!”

“You’re reshaping my — pussy into your fat coc —”

“Fuck me — ruin me — destroy my useless pussy until I cum —”

Her voice cracks into a shattered sob as her body collapses onto Karina, shaking violently as her orgasm tears through her body with a ravaging intensity. Eyes rolling back to whites, waves of pure ecstasy crashes and floods her body.

“I’m going to fucking cum. Where do you want your rewards, my sluts?” You groan, hips still snapping into Wonyoung's convulsing hips.

“F-face, I want it all over my face!” Karina screams.

“Master, p-paint my f-face, mark us, br-brand us yours forever —” Wonyoung shrieks through her fading orgasm.

“On your knees.” You pull out and they scramble to their knees before you, faces flushed, trembling in defeat. You fist your cock, slick with both their juices and stroke hard, fast.

“Open,” you command.

They obey, mouths wide, tongues out, eyes locked on yours in a mix of submissive hunger.

You erupt. Viscous ropes of white blasting across their faces, painting Wonyoung's wide eyes and Karina's lips, dripping down their chins onto their heaving breasts in hot, sticky streams. They lick it off each other feverishly, moaning, worshipping despite themselves.

You stand over them, chest heaving, cock twitching.

Passion reignited, the hunt is yours again.

Wonyoung’s eyes burn with fading hate as she kneels, cum glazing her face. Her thighs press together, cunt still clenching emptily, pleading for more. The Herd will survive… but now for a different purpose: to feed her endless, twisted craving for the Master she now admires.

***

The suite door slams shut, echoing across the empty hallway. Inside, Rei and Liz lie wrecked on the bed. Angry welts of whip marks streaking across their skin, nipple bells swollen and purple from clamps, reins tangling around their choking necks. Their bodies are glazed with sweat, their lips are swollen, and their cunts leak pearly streaks of cum onto the soaking sheets. Thighs trembling in aftershocks, Rei looks at your leaving figure with worshipping fluttering eyes. Liz’s frame heaves and falls, with milky creamy cum spread across her full lips, dripping and flowing down her perky tight chest.

Another flawless breaking. You’ve owned every hole, every scream, edging them till they were begging, teasing them till they were convulsing. Only when they completely shattered did you grant them release.

Yet… as you stride down the hallway, the rush evaporates all too fast. Your cock is drained, pride is overflowing, and your ego is swelling, but an ever-expanding void gnaws at your chest. Feelings of emptiness and hunger grow. Perhaps it's because you've devoured it all: tight cunts clenching around you, throats engorged with your length, asses marked with your strikes. Every season ends with perfect submission.

And every season precedes another, with endless troves of unclaimed girls spreading far and wide for you, wanting, leaking and begging to be broken. But still, that hollow hunger rises and fades right before it can take form.

You want it.

No, you need it.

You thirst for it. Something, anything. Whatever to stoke your fading fire of lust.

…

Later that night, in a bar on the outskirts of the campus. Whatever sex and females that could not fill the void in your heart, you hope that alcohol would.

“Another pint…”

“What's with you today, Council Master?” Minju bends her slender upper torso onto the bar counter, head propped on her palm, luscious ass sticking outwards.

“Nothing much, just feeling drained from work.” The standard reply that you give to everyone drones from your lips.

“Hmmm… that's so unlike you~” Minju murmurs softly, finger tracing down her upper chest, dragging the jet black fabric down to expose her tantalising cleavage. “Want me to give you some consolation?”

Cock stirring at the sight, you heave a sigh in rejection. “Not today Minju, I'm really tired…”

“Then get yourself drunk on these two pints,” she clinks the glasses filled with the amber potions of forgetfulness, slamming them right in front of you. “On the house~”

You snatch one mug, downing it all in a single gulp, before smashing it back to the counter.

“You know… I've heard some rumors about the crumbling church on the edge of the city…” Plump ass facing you, Minju turns and leans closer, her voice singing sweet whispers of seduction and salvation. “They say that the church offers not simple priestly forgiveness, but a perfect release.”

“Oh?” Interest piques your groggy mind, eyebrows partially raised.

“Perfect absolution through the body,” Minju hums. “...No matter how black the sin…”

Your finger taps against the mug.

“Perfect Absolution…”

Time for a new hunt.

***

The heavy oak door creaks shut behind you, a boom echoing across the church. Raindrops pelts the roof, vibrations shuddering through the damp stone ground beneath your feet. Umbrella closed, you jam it right into the crumbling holder at the side before taking a deep breath.

Cold, damp air floods your lungs, thick with the smell of incense and burnt, melted beeswax, and the faint earthy smell of moss and rain seeps into your bones. For a moment, you debate about heading back home to warmth and comfort. But the rumors… perfect absolution. You came for a reason.

Blue moonlight fractures through the stained glass, shining on two figures in black robes. Right as your eyes rest and focus on them, they glide across, white headbands shimmering against the gloom. Their footsteps are light and silent as ghosts, slithering across the ground unnaturally before vanishing into the side aisle.

“Perfect Absolution…” lips curling up smugly, “let's see what you’ve got.”

You approach the confession booth, a single cramped cubicle tucked in the shadowy corner. Sliding the heavy wooden door of the confession booth shut behind you, its latch clicks with finality.

This isn't a traditional confessional — it's cramped and dominated by a high-backed chair, throne-like and ornate, carved with twisted figures of saints, and sinners locked in eternal torment. Ominous. The seat is narrow with designated thigh rests, forcing your thighs apart as you settle into it, the cold, polished wood pressing into your skin through your clothes.

Above you hovers a wooden partition with a lattice — like a suspended secondary seat or screen — lowered on silent hinges, its underside featuring a circular hole cut precisely at lap level, currently sealed by a sliding panel.

The air inside is thick, musty, laced with incense and something sharper, almost anticipatory. Then, shadows shift beyond the lattice at your eye level, but no faces appear. Only voices, two of them, feminine and unexpected. The nuns from earlier

“Bless you for seeking absolution, brother,” the innocent-sweet voice says, soft and lifting, carrying an undertone of honey dripping from the comb. Slender, tall. “We are here to receive your burdens, your sins. Confess it all, hold nothing back.”

“Every detail,” the sharp-commanding voice adds, deeper and commanding, laced with a predator-like hunger. “We must know the depths of your depravity in order to cleanse it all.” She's slightly shorter, but her chest stands out, huge breasts covered by the dark nun robe.

You lean back, smirking. This isn't what you expected from the rumors, but the thrill stirs your blood. You start with the Reindeer Games, voice low and arrogant, reenacting the dual selection in vivid strokes.

How you had both Rei and Liz on their knees worshipping your cock like the sluts they were. Rei’s lips gliding slick along your shaft, lubing and bubbling with spit as she took you down to the root. How you hypnotised Liz to flick her tongue across your cockhead, thighs soaking with her own slutty juices, begging to taste more.

You describe their bells. Tight, stiff and perky as you slobbered all over Liz’s chest. How she moaned and arched as you bit into her nipples while Rei drooled messily, wrapping her tits around your cock and pumping you with desperate rhythm.

The sweet, honeyed voice responds first with a soft, breathy moan, barely audible, but it goes straight to your groin, cock hardening painfully against your pants. The sharp, husky one follows with a low, approving purr.

You describe their sopping cunts next: legs spread wide as you jammed your fingers deep, tongue sliding across trembling pussies as they begged for release.

As the words spill out, a faint creak echoes from above, subtle, almost imagined. The partition hovering above lowers slightly, inch by inch, circular hole drawing closer to your lap. You blink, mind fogged by the heavy incense combined with the nuns’ growing mewls, chalking it up to imagination.

“Such wicked control,” the sweet voice murmurs, breathier now. “But tell us more. The way their bodies yielded, the desperation in their scents, the taste of their tears. How did Rei's throat feel when you choked her with your cock? Was Liz's cunt as tight as she begged it to be?”

You elaborate, memories flooding your hazy mind. Liz’s desperate tears flowing as you pounded her till she came — once, twice, more — relentless even as you lifted her legs, pinned her against the glass, fucking her convulsing body until she begged for mercy and fainted, cunt still spasming around you.

The partition creaks again, even lower now, the hole just hovering right above your crotch. You shift uncomfortably, but the air feels heavier.

“More… more details — ahhh” the innocent voice moans, undeniable and needy. You raise your eyes to the lattice, shadowy silhouettes of the two nuns locked in a foggy, passionate kiss. The hands of the sweet slender one roams underneath the other’s robe, fondling and kneading her huge, full chests, tearing a low purr. That animalistic and confident tone, feels somewhat familiar… no, impossible.

Their makeout intensifies, faces pressed into each other, breaths getting heavier. Whatever concerns you have dissipates. Your cock throbs, restrained and aching. Body burning with heat, you spill the rest: how you deprived Rei while destroying Liz, until you finally granted her salvation — yanking her twin reins (her twintails) as you pounded her raw. How you dumped your load deep into her ass as you pistoned into her full Nelson against the glass till she sprayed her slutty juices all over the window.

“Words are insufficient,” the commanding voice interrupts, tone laced with authority. “True confession demands exposure. Undress. Remove every layer. Bare yourself to us completely.”

The sweet one adds, whisper carrying a giggle, “Then present your sin through the hole of judgement. Let it swell for us to weigh its filth.”

Your pulse races, cock already hard and straining against fabric. In the cramped confessional, you strip hastily, shirt unbuttoned and tossed aside, belt clinking as pants are shoved down to your ankles. One stroke, two strokes, and you're fully hard, pre-cum leaking out of the slit.

The circular hole whirs open and the hovering partition descends further as you feed your aching cock and swollen balls through the hole. The cold wooden planks press against you, pinning your chest, your thighs, your arms — everything locked in place. Everything, except the exposed, leaking cock that now pulses helplessly on the other side, awaiting judgement.

Warm breath brushes against your length, humid, teasing. It carries the faint scent of arousal, musky and feminine. The first contact comes from above: soft, plush lips that kisses your aching tip tenderly, tongue flicking out to lap at your slit, tasting your salt with a hum that vibrates through you. It's the sweet one. Her mouth is lava-hot, dragging her tongue in flat broad licks across the underside of your cock as she worships every ridge, every vein. Saliva floods, dripping down your cock in hot streams. She takes you in, cheeks hollowing, a low hum vibrating through your shaft like a forbidden hymn. Her tongue never stops, lapping the underside, licking every vein, flicking the sensitive frenulum until your hips jerk involuntarily.

“Fuck —” you thrust upwards, seeking more, but the booth’s design pins you in place, thighs locked wide, arms clenching against the armrests, cold wood restricting your helpless bucking.

Pulling off with a lewd pop, thick saliva strands connect her lips to your glistening head, snapping as she retreats upwards.

Then warmth from above again. Full breasts enveloping your shaft from both sides, slick with what feels like oil. She's the commanding one. They squeeze, sliding up and down in controlled rhythm. Friction obscene, slick sounds echoes in the cubicle. A tongue, firmer this time, flicks your tip on each upstroke. The other nun, fingers on your balls, teasing and kneading, rolling them slightly, dull pain blooming into pleasure.

You buck upwards, growling low. “Harder! Come on, make me feel it.” But you're fastened tight, thrusts turning into pathetic humps. “Patience, you sinner,” the commanding voice snaps.

They begin your torment, a depraved, endless cycle of denial.

The sweet mouth descends again, taking you slow and deep. Her throat opens with practise ease, gagging softly as spit pours down your cock in sloppy streams, soaking your thighs through the hole. Head bobbing with innocent precision, her lips curl around the head on every upstroke, sucking the pre-cum from your slit like a starving whore. Her hand twists around your shaft and fondle with your balls, determined to milk you dry.

“Yes, just like that, deeper,” you rasp, pressure building. Just as your groin draws tight, orgasm coiling up like a bent spring ready to snap — she stops. Throat releasing, mouth withdrawing, she seals your gorged tip with a mocking kiss. “N-no, fuck, don’t stop!” You howl and buck against the cubicle, cock swinging uselessly in the cold air, angry and leaking, pre-cum stringing down in humiliating threads. “You can’t leave me like this!”

Then the breasts descend again. Warmer, tighter, oilier. Soft, pillowy tits slide up and down your cock in a perfect, rhythmic beat, squelches reverberating throughout the cubicle. Warm oil seeps through the hole and mixes with the saliva from earlier, soaking the chair underneath you.

The build is faster this time, your cock is pulsing, balls are churning, and the edge surges forward like a tidal wave. “Please…keep going, I’m so close,” you groan in desperation.

Denial again. Tits pulled away with a wet smack, you're left oozing and throbbing. Edge after edge after edge. They alternate without mercy, expanding the torture into an eternity of filthy denial.

The cycle repeats. Sweet mouth descending deep-throating until her throat spasms around you, gagging so violently you hear her choke and cough, spit spraying and overflowing like a bottle, running down your legs in cooling streams. She grinds her face downward against the hole, nose flattened into the cold wood, taking you balls-deep until her lips stretch thin and white, her hums turning to orgasmic moans.

“That’s it. Use your fucking throat — fuck,” you grunt. Then nothing. Again.

Breasts milking you relentlessly, squeezing tighter, pumping faster, oil foaming with increasing friction. Firm tongue lapping and flicking beads of pre-cum that seeps and beads in drops.

Your body betrays you. Thighs quaking uncontrollably, sweat pouring down your back and pools at your ass crack, making the chair slippery with your own fluids. Your balls ache like they've been pummeled, swollen, blue, full to bursting. Pre-cum flows endlessly, a steady leak that they greedily slurp up, sounds wet and vulgar.

“Enough games,” you snarl on the next withdrawal. “Let me fucking cum already.”

Cycle three: sweet mouth again, slower this time, teasing licks around the head, tongue dipping into the slit repeatedly, sucking gently while keeping you on the brink without tipping over.

“Stop playing and take it all,” you demand, voice cracking.

Cycle four: breasts descending, oiled and heavy, sliding with agonizing slowness, tongue lapping the head on every upstroke, fingers rolling your balls until they feel ready to burst.

Cycle five, six, seven — you lost count. Your cock is hypersensitive, purple with agony. Your voice is hoarse from growling, body shaking, tears of frustration burning your eyes.

“I can’t… I can’t take much more,” you admit in a broken whisper.

Then filthy, degrading taunts come, whispered from right above your dripping, denied cock.

Sweet voice, lips grazing your tip without committing: “Remember the girl from last spring's hunt? You fingered her until she collapsed, begging for mercy you never gave. She hasn’t slept without dreaming of your fingers in her since.”

The breasts clamp tighter, stroking viciously slow. “And the ones from the autumn feast? You used them like fleshlights, edging them for hours, then abandoning mid-pleasure. Some had their sanity shattered, now still humping imaginary pillows of your cock in the asylum.”

You growl, trying to thrust upward, but no avail. “Shut up — just finish me,” you spit, sweat beading on your forehead, heart pounding.

“More,” the commanding voice demands, her breath hot. “Confess the wreckage, or stay forever on this brink.”

Words of deeper sins pour out. A Summer Queen trial where you overstimulated a group until one blacked out, waking to find her mind fractured, now institutionalised. A private mentorship that addicted a promising talent to your touch, only to abandon her — last you heard, she sold herself on the streets, whoring drunk men in search of a cock your equivalent.

Each admission earns a slight mercy: a deeper suck, a tighter squeeze. But always, denial. Never release. Your thighs quake. Voice cracks. “Please... I need to cum. I’m begging you.”

“Beg for their forgiveness,” the sweet one coos.

“Please… fuck… I can’t take this anymore… my balls are gonna burst… let me cum, you bitches…”

“Beg properly,” her tongue dipping into your slit like a straw, sucking out the pre-cum with a wet slurp. “Beg for forgiveness like the ruined lives you left begging, you soul-fucking monster.”

“Forgive me,” you gasp, the words bitter ash. “For the lives I ruined... forgive me.”

In that instant, the sweet mouth descends one final time — lips sealing around the head, tongue flicking the slit — and sucks hard, just once.

You erupt.

The orgasm rips through you. Your cock swells impossibly stiffer in her mouth before unleashing thick, forceful ropes of cum that jet straight upward into her throat. She swallows insatiably, humming as waves after waves pumps out, your filthy seed in hot floods that overflow her lips, dripping down your shaft in creamy streams. Your body convulsing in the chair, balls contracting painfully as they empty everything in endless, agonizing spasms that leave you screaming hoarsely, vision whiting out.

She pulls off mid-spurt, the last ropes arching upward through the hole, and the full breasts dive forward to smother your cock, pumping the remaining ropes that splatters and slide down her cleavage.

The commanding voice laughs in a low, mocking sound as your cock twitches weakly within her breasts, cum still dribbling from the slit.

The partition above slides fully open with a mechanical whir, revealing them at last.

Moonlight spills down. They sit there on the hovering seat. Sister Wonyoung, the innocent-faced one with wide eyes now gleaming with triumph, cum dripping from her lips, down her chin; Sister Karina, piercing beauty twisted in victory, creamy white liquid smeared all over her breasts, still oiled and heaving.

“You overlooked me,” Wonyoung says, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

“And you replaced me too soon,” Karina adds, smirking through the mess on her chest.

You’re hauled from the cubicle in a daze, legs unsteady beneath you. They hurl you onto the altar like a sacrificial lamb, the marble slab slamming into your back, shocking a guttural gasp from your lungs. Candle flames flicker wildly around you, casting elongated shadows that dance across the stained-glass windows.

Karina moves first, climbing onto the altar to straddle your hips. Heat radiating like a furnace, she hovers her soaked cunt inches above your raw cock, juices dripping onto your shaft. Wonyoung kneels beside your head, wide doe eyes gleaming with dark hunger, fingers tracing across your jawline before clamping around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your vision blur.

Karina grinds, slow and deliberate, her slick folds dragging along your oversensitive length, coating it with her cream while denying entry. “You gave me everything once,” she hisses, leaning forward so her breasts brush against your chest, stiff nipples scraping. “The perfect ride. The glory. The power. And now you betray us all by spreading yourself thin with multiple amateurs? You think you can replace me?”

Her nails dig into your skin, drawing blood in thin, stinging lines. “I was your queen, and you tossed me aside like trash. Now watch me break you for it.”

She sinks down — just the head — her cunt clenching like a vice, sucking vocariously, then lifts off with a suckling pop, your cock slapping back against your stomach in a humiliating defeat.

Wonyoung laughs softly, her grip strangling around your throat, cutting your air flow as she leans in, her breath hot against your ear. “Feel that emptiness? That's what you left us with.”

The torment intensifies. Karina edges you mercilessly, sinking down, nothing past the tip, walls spasming around the head, then ripping off, juices flooding down in sticky trails on your thighs. Wonyoung's fingers invade your mouth, forcing them open as she drips strands of spit in. Her free hand? They pinch, flick and toy with your nipples until they throb raw.

But the rage boils over.

These bitches think they've won.

With a surge of fury, you buck upwards, slamming your cock fully into her drenched cunt. “Ahhh —” Her legs weaken at your penetration, body collapsing, knees buckling. Ripping away from Wonyoung's choke, you flip Karina beneath you in one brutal twist.

She hits the marble with a thud, breath shattering from her lungs with a sharp rasp. Her eyes widen in shock as you pin her wrists above her head with one hand, the other clamping around her throat, squeezing until her face chokes red.

“You. Betrayed. Me.” You punctuate each word with a savage thrust, burying your cock to the hilt, hips crashing with jamming force. Her pussy stretches around you, walls convulsing, a choked scream ripping from her lips as you hammer her relentlessly. “I gave you success. Power. Everything. And this is how you repay me?”

“No you bastard fuck — so deep — discarding me — more —” Karina gasps, body arching beneath you, struggling to escape but you pinned her tight. “Begging like a discarded whore now are we? I made you queen, and you fucking spit on it.” Her full breasts heave and bounces, nipples scraping your chest as you snarl right into her ears, sweaty slick skin sliding against yours.

“You replaced… me…” she chokes out between moans, eyes defiant, but her cunt clenches greedily around you, juices gushing with each slam.

“Remember when you rode me like a goddess, Karina? Now you’re just another hole."

Wonyoung lunges at you from the side, nails raking and scraping your back till deep, bloody gashes ooze and form. "Get off her, you bastard!” She claws at your shoulders, trying to pull you off Karina, eyes flaring with fear and fury.

And you? You respond with fiercer thrusts, slamming deeper and harder into Karina’s wanton pussy, thunderous claps of sin echoing through the cathedral. Palms raised up high, you crash them down onto her bouncing tits,

“Fucking bells! Look at these thick heavy tits you're so proud of, jingling with every slap!” A vicious slap across her left tit, followed by a backhand blow across the right, you mark and brand her voluptuous mounds with burning imprints of your fingers and palm. “You like that, you whoring slut? Listen to how you moan as I slap your tits!”

“And you, you fucking loser,” you roar, twisting mid-thrust. Releasing Karina's wrists, you grab Wonyoung by the throat and hair, slamming her down onto Karina's body in one fluid, violent motion.

Landing atop Karina with a shrill cry, Wonyoung stacks on her perfectly, tight small tits pressed against Karina’s red and swollen mounds. Her hips mount Karina’s, clit pressing against hers as you continue pistoning into Karina with lewd squelches. Instinctively, Karina wraps her arms around Wonyoung, pinning her in place in a sweaty mess, nipples dragging and rubbing against each other with every breath.

“Perfect,” you snarl, sliding your cock out of Karina’s pussy. Positioning on your knees, you slam into Wonyoung with a single, punishing thrust. She screams with a sharp yelp, body jolting forward, clit grinding hard against Karina’s cunt.

“Fucking sore loser, I’ll fuck you like the dog you should be!” Hands clamping her thin waist with an iron grip, nails digging into her skin, you drill into her relentlessly. The force ripples through both women, Karina moaning beneath from the pleasure and friction; Wonyoung muffling whimpers with bites into Karina’s neck. Wet slaps echo throughout the sacred altar obscenely, your hips crashing against Wonyoung’s firm ass, her body kneading against Karina’s, juices mixing and overflowing in hot floods that flow and soak the cold marble.

“How dare you fucking torture and deny me,” alternating with precision, you pull out of Wonyoung’s clenching cunt with a wet, sucking pop, her walls flutter emptily as she whimpers; then slamming back into Karina beneath her, snatch salivating and drooling at your re-penetration.

You taunt them through the pounding, “I gave you everything, Karina. Success, power, the perfect ride, and you betray me for this? Now you're just stacked sluts, leaking for my cock again.” Moaning wheezes and gasping defiance, Karina’s creamy cunt gushes around you, squirting heat across Wonyoung's thighs.

You pull out and slam back into Wonyoung’s unrepentant cunt, “Absolution? I’ll fucking give you salvation? Kneel properly, submit, and I'll feed you real success — my cum deep inside your tight, desperate, needy pussy every night.”

“Oh my god — your cock is so — fucking big —” Wonyoung cries, voice shattering into pieces. Hands releasing from her waist, you wrap both around Wonyoung’s throat, pulling her pliable body up until her cheek presses against yours. “Or you can stay broken, whispering my name in your abandoned empty church.”

“Karina,” you growl, Wonyoung's eyes rolling as you piledrive into her convulsing pussy. “Break her for me. Make her mine… Or I’ll discard you from the throne I gave you…forever.”

Instant obedience follows. “Y-yes Master.” Extending her hands outwards, she palms and rubs Wonyoung’s pussy while being pistoned. “F-fuck —” Incoherent uncompleted sentences escape in gasps, hands flailing at the side, she tries and grab hold onto imaginary air handles for support. “Don't you wanna cum? Cum all over my fat cock?”

Fervent nods instantly register in her head, but you respond with your withdrawal. “Put it back in…” she begged, eyes fluttering. “No. Naughty girls don't get to cum.” You snicker before plunging your cock back into Karina, feeling her walls spasm and gush around you.

Wonyoung tries to stuff her fingers in to replace your absent cock, but you snatch her arms tight, pinning them behind her back. “Go on, tell her Karina, tell how it feels.”

“Look at how deep — Master’s cock is — filling me so deep —” Karina’s hands roam frantically, one hand kneading her own tits, the other palmed over her waist as she feels each and every bump and thump as you hit her deepest spots.

“He’s fucking me so good… right where you want it.” She pinches Wonyoung’s small, stiff nipples, twisting hard, pulling until they elongate and redden, drawing sharp gasps from Wonyoung’s lips. “Pl-please fuck me … my pussy feels so empty without your cock…”

You pull out of Karina mid-thrust, her cunt gaping, leaking, and slam back into Wonyoung, giving her just enough deep, punishing strokes to push her to the edge. “Yes fuck —” Her walls clamp desperately, body trembling atop Karina’s, clit grinding brutally as Karina’s fingers flick faster around her nipples.

She’s there, teetering on the edge, breath hitching, “I’m — fuck — I’m gonna —”

You rip out again, leaving her empty and throbbing, and bury yourself back into Karina’s inviting warmth. “You're going to watch how I make her cum, and you're gonna beg for it.”

Wonyoung whimpers in rage, hips bucking, “You asshole… give it back… I need —”

Karina moans loudly, arching up, her cunt gushing around you as you pound her punishingly. “Yes… right there… he feels so fucking good, Wonyoung… so deep…”

Your cock plunges deep into Karina's hotter, creamier depths, her mind lulls and confesses, “God, yes… he’s ruining me — submit, Wonyoung… just give in… feel how perfect his cock is when you stop fighting — I-I’m going to cu—” Karina clenches, body freezing in an arch mid air before waves and waves of hot juices crash and squirt around your cock, drenching your thighs. You continue hammering her through her orgasm until she collapses into a whimpering trembling mess.

“Look at how hard she came Wonyoung. Don't you want it too?” You let go of her arms, fingers snaking downwards to penetrate her dripping folds. “Beg for it,” two fingers in, you slide in and out at a snail's pace. “Beg for me to fuck you like the filthy whore you are. Submit to me and I’ll grant you anything, everything.”

“Please…” she finally gasps, voice cracking with hate and need, eyes blazing defiance even as her body betrays her. “Let me cum… you bastard… I hate you… but please…”

You ignore her words, fingers going even slower. “I’m going to need more than that, you whorish bitch. Otherwise, I’ll just leave you hanging whilst I continue pushing Karina up further.”

The absence of your cock sends her over the edge. Wonyoung’s defiance finally cracks — eyes glassy, tongue lolling from her open mouth, drool dripping onto Karina’s chest as her body betrays her completely. “Fine…” she gasps, voice hoarse with hate and surrender. “Fuck me… make me cum… I submit…”

“Good girl, should have fucking surrendered a long time ago.” You slam into her one final time, deep, relentless, pounding her doggy atop Karina.

“You’re fucking me so hard, M-master!” Completely surrendering, Wonyoung rubs her swollen clit frantically, fingers stuffing into her gripping pussy as you pound her relentlessly.

“Tell me, who owns this slutty pussy?”

“You! My slutty — pussy belongs to — you!”

“You’re reshaping my — pussy into your fat coc —”

“Fuck me — ruin me — destroy my useless pussy until I cum —”

Her voice cracks into a shattered sob as her body collapses onto Karina, shaking violently as her orgasm tears through her body with a ravaging intensity. Eyes rolling back to whites, waves of pure ecstasy crashes and floods her body.

“I’m going to fucking cum. Where do you want your rewards, my sluts?” You groan, hips still snapping into Wonyoung's convulsing hips.

“F-face, I want it all over my face!” Karina screams.

“Master, p-paint my f-face, mark us, br-brand us yours forever —” Wonyoung shrieks through her fading orgasm.

“On your knees.” You pull out and they scramble to their knees before you, faces flushed, trembling in defeat. You fist your cock, slick with both their juices and stroke hard, fast.

“Open,” you command.

They obey, mouths wide, tongues out, eyes locked on yours in a mix of submissive hunger.

You erupt. Viscous ropes of white blasting across their faces, painting Wonyoung's wide eyes and Karina's lips, dripping down their chins onto their heaving breasts in hot, sticky streams. They lick it off each other feverishly, moaning, worshipping despite themselves.

You stand over them, chest heaving, cock twitching.

Passion reignited, the hunt is yours again.

Wonyoung’s eyes burn with fading hate as she kneels, cum glazing her face. Her thighs press together, cunt still clenching emptily, pleading for more. The Herd will survive… but now for a different purpose: to feed her endless, twisted craving for the Master she now admires.

You take a second—no, third look at her, drinking in her appearance. She looks exactly like how her dating profile looks: pink hair in the main photo, smiling softly with those alluring cat eyes. Sunglasses perched on top of her head like a accessory, you dare say, she looks maybe even better in person.

Her bio was short and flirty: “Looking for someone who knows how to treat a girl right”. After too many painfully boring or overly “normal” matches that went nowhere, you thought of changing the pace. Why not try something different? Something playful. Something mysterious. But now you're wondering if you should have just stayed home. Playful and mysterious my ass.

“Any drink for you?” you ask, raising your hand to call for the waitress.

“Oh, absolutely,” she smiles, batting her eyelids at you, before setting her designer bag to the chair on her side.

The waitress appears almost immediately. Yeji picks up the menu and flips through it, eyes lingering deliberately on the higher-priced items. As expected. She orders the wagyu steak, a bottle of noticeably expensive red wine, and a side of truffle fries.

So much for asking her for her beverage of choice. She doesn’t even ask what you’re having. She just smiles at the waitress and adds, “Oh, and the chocolate lava cake for dessert, please.”

You raise an eyebrow internally but say nothing, before ordering the same as hers (minus the dessert).

The small talk starts easily enough. You compliment her outfit, saying how her white off-shoulder sweater pairs well with her pink hair. She asks about your job, compliments your restaurant choice, laughs at your dry jokes (you’re lame, no helping that) a beat too perfectly. Every laugh is accompanied by a slight lean forward, letting the sweater slip just a little more, revealing the smooth line of her collarbone and the hint of tempting cleavage underneath.

But you notice the patterns quickly.

Whenever the conversation dulls down, her eyes drift to your wristwatch again. When you mention a recent trip, she lights up and says, “Wow, that sounds amazing. I’ve always wanted to go somewhere like that with a person as nice as you…”

When you ask her about her hobbies she talks about how she loves shopping and going for rides in racing cars — both of which probably costing more per hour than most people's monthly salary.

And that's not all.

She eats slowly, savoring every bite, making soft appreciative sounds that border on sensual. “This steak is so good. You have great taste in places.” Another glance at the wine bottle. Another smile at your watch.

By the time the main course is finished, you're borderline irritated. She’s beautiful, and there's no denying that. The way her lips wrap around the fork. The way her tongue licks the creamy soup off the spoon. The occasional brush of her foot against your leg under the table which might have been “accidental” but probably isn't.

Everything about her screams money-grubber. She’s here for a free meal. Maybe she'll drag you out to buy more of her designer goods she bragged about bought with her “own” money.

You’ve seen this type on dating apps before. Girls who treat every date like an audition for a sugar daddy. Flirty enough to keep you hooked, expensive enough to test how deep your pockets are. It fucking pisses you off. You’re not even desperate for a relationship. You don’t mind treating someone on a first date, but the blatant seduction and fake innocence behind her every smile everytime? It makes your jaw tighten and your fist clench.

Still, when she excuses herself to the restroom and returns with her makeup freshly applied and that same teasing smile, you feel your body react against your prided “better judgment” and all your past failed experiences.

She really is hot as fuck.

The kind of hot that makes rational thought short-circuit.

Dessert arrives. She digs into the chocolate lava cake with a savouring hum, scooping a spoonful of thick molten chocolate and holding it out toward you playfully. “Want some? It’s amazingly sweet like you.”

You decline. She shrugs and continues eating, occasionally glancing at you (and your watch) with those sharp, pretty eyes.

When the bill comes, she doesn’t even pretend to reach for her purse. She just leans back, sipping the last of her wine, watching you with a small, expectant smile as you pull out your card.

“Thanks for dinner,” she says sweetly once you’ve paid. “It was really nice. You’re generous.”

The word “generous” lands like a hook to your chin.

“Yeah. Well… it was something.” You say, standing up and grabbing your jacket.

Outside, the night air is cool. “I guess I won't be seeing you again?” Yeji cocks her head at you, already expecting your acceptance of her shamelessness.

But the next thing you know, you're in an expensive hotel room with her mouth wrapped around your cock.

“Mmm… such a generous cock,” she murmurs after pulling off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to your glistening shaft. She strokes you slowly with her soft hand, thumb circling the sensitive underside. “All that money you spent on my wagyu steak and expensive wine… and now I get to enjoy this thick reward. How thoughtful of you.”

Yeji’s white sweater and skirt is already lying in a crumpled heap on the floor, but she's not naked. You would never have known if you just sent her home, but beneath it, she's wearing a revealing black leather and mesh outfit with little glimmering gemstones scattered all over her chest. Her soft pink hair sways rhythmically as she takes you back in, all while kneeling between your spread legs on the thin carpet.

“Your cock tastes so fucking good,” she muffles, her glossy lips stretched wide around your thick, throbbing cock. The wet, velvety heat of her mouth engulfs you completely as she swallows your meat, all while her tongue swirls around the swollen head whenever she comes up for a breather.

“Fuck Yeji, your mouth—” you grunt.

“Mmmph~” she moans, sliding down inch by inch, taking more of you with every bob of her head. You're still irritated as fuck, but her mouth, the sloppiness, the obscene, wet slurping sounds that echoes in the small room. It's all driving you insane.

Saliva drips from the corners of her mouth as she gags on your cock, running down your shaft and dripping onto the sparkling gemstones of her top. You groan deeply, one hand tangling in her silky pink strands, guiding her movements. Pulling her off your cock for a moment, you tilt her head up and stare into those sexy cat-like eyes.

“I paid for your dinner, so pay me with your body,” you growl.

Yeji smirks and stuffs you back into her throat, humming around your length, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure straight to your balls. She pulls back until only the tip remains between her lips, then plunges down again, relaxing her throat to take you deeper, harder and faster. Her eyes flick up to meet yours, filled with wicked amusement and raw hunger.

“Pay you?” she purrs, pulling off to lick her lips. “You bought me wagyu. Now you're the one who’s feeding me more meat.” Before you can respond, she dives back down, sucking you with renewed fervor. Her head moves faster now, thrusting onto you with long, sloppy strokes that have her gagging softly when your tip hits the back of her throat. She works you expertly, one hand pumping the base in time with her mouth while the other gently rolls and massages your balls.

“Fuck… Yeji…” you hiss, hips bucking involuntarily into her warm mouth as the irritation slightly dissipates for a moment.

“You were so irritated during dinner, watching me order whatever I wanted. But look at you now, letting a money-loving slut suck your cock in a expensive hotel. Does it turn you on knowing I only came for the free meal… and this?”

Her words sting, but they also fuel the fire.

“I hate it. I fucking hate money grubbers like you.” You grip her pink hair tighter and push her head down, fucking her mouth with shallow thrusts. “But you know what? I also love fucking money grubbers like you who spread you legs wide for fat cocks like mine.”

Yeji moans encouragingly around you, taking in your words like how she's taking in your cock, throat relaxing to let you use her. The wet, gagging sounds grow louder as you thrust deeper, her tongue still working frantically against the underside of your shaft.

She alternates between deep-throating you until her nose presses against your pelvis and pulling back to bestow attention on the head — licking, sucking, and flicking her tongue over the slit to taste every drop of pre-cum leaking out. Saliva is already coated all over her chin and black top, making the gemstones sparkle even brighter under the dim light of the hotel room.

“Fucking slut, gobbling my meat like a greedy bitch,” you moan and thrust into her face, as her lips, tongue and throat works in perfect harmony, all in an effort to drive you insane. After several long minutes of her willing abusement of her face onto you, you finally pull her off. A thick string of saliva stretches between her mouth and your cock before snapping. Her lips are swollen and shiny, mascara slightly smudged, but her eyes are heavy with lust.

You pull her up by the shoulders and shove her onto the bed. Yeji lands on her back with a breathless laugh, immediately propping herself up on both elbows, back arched so her saliva coated gemstone chest juts forward enticingly. The zipper above her pussy is already pulled open, exposing her glistening pussy and puffy lower lips, all for your taking. She spreads her legs wide, inviting you in.

“Feed my other greedy lips more of your thick, fat meat~”

You don’t waste a second. You climb onto the bed between her legs and grip her leather-covered hips, slamming into her in one hard, deep thrust, burying yourself to the hilt in her tight, dripping heat.

Yeji’s head falls back, a sharp, needy moan tearing from her throat. “Ahh—fuck yes! That’s it… stretch me with that generous cock.”

You immediately start pounding into her with raw force, thrusting hard and fast until moans spill out of her mouth. The bed creaks loudly beneath you as your hips snap forward again and again, the wet slap of skin against skin filling the room. Each powerful thrust drives your cock deep into her pussy, her greedy walls clenching tightly around you. Her breasts bounce with every impact inside the strappy top, the gemstones sparkling wildly in the dim light.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” she gasps, keeping herself propped up on both hands so she can watch your thick cock disappear into her over and over. “So big… ruining my tight little pussy after buying me that fancy dinner. I love it.”

You grip her hips harder, angling your thrusts to hit that sensitive spot inside her with every stroke. The anger from the restaurant — her calculated glances at your watch, the expensive orders, the way she keeps calling you “generous” — fuels every brutal pound into her wet snatch.

“You’re such a greedy slut,” you growl, slamming into her harder. “Ordering the most expensive shit on the menu like it was nothing.”

Yeji moans loudly, her pussy fluttering around your cock. “Mhmm, I am… I loved every bite of that wagyu while you watched me. And now I’m getting fucked so good for it. Your money makes me wet… your watch makes me cream… but this cock? It makes me soaked.”

She rolls her hips up to meet your thrusts, gasping as you plunge into her over and over again. “Fuck me harder. Use the pussy you paid so generously for tonight.”

You lose yourself in the rhythm, pounding into her relentlessly. The sound of her wet pussy taking every inch, her breathy moans, and the constant filthy taunts push you closer to the edge.

You reach down and pinch one of her nipples through the sheer panel of her top, making her cry out in pleasure.

She keeps talking between moans, voice breaking with every deep thrust. “I love kind men like you… paying for my steak, my wine, my dessert… and then giving me this thick cock as a bonus. I could do this every night, free dinner and a good hard fucking from a lonely guy with deep pockets.”

The pressure builds fast and intense. Your balls tighten as you feel your orgasm approaching.

“You're so fucking greedy,” you grunt, pounding into her as if she committed a grave crime against you.

“Greedy? I just love your fat cock. I love fucking fat cocks from men with fat fucking wallets. Fuck, harder—more please—split me apart—”

“Fuck I'm gonna cum,” you moan, her walls rippling around your cock, warm walls jabbing every inch of your nerves.

“Cum in me please, fuck fill me to the brim—”

You pull out suddenly, standing above her between her spread legs and stroking your slick, veiny cock furiously.

“I’m not cumming inside a slut like you,” you snarl.

Yeji sits up slightly on one hand, the other frantically rubbing her swollen clit as she watches you with dark, pleading eyes.

“Please,” she begs desperately. “Cum for me. I want your hot load so bad. Paint my pretty face, my tits, everything. Cover your money-grubbing slut in cum while you hate how much you want me. Please… I earned it after that expensive dinner, didn’t I?”

She shatters right as she finishes the sentence, convulsing hard as warm juices spill out of her cunt.

“You're a fucking river—fuck, I’m—”

Her filthy begging, the sight of her spread out in lust and the way her pussy clenches visibly from being so thoroughly fucked — it all shatters your control.

You groan loudly as the first powerful rope of cum erupts across her face, splattering her cheek, her swollen lips, and dripping down her chin. She opens her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue, catching as much as she can with a satisfied moan. You keep stroking, painting thick white stripes over her beautiful features, across her pink hair, down her neck, and onto the sparkling gemstones of her top until thick drops are sliding down her chest.

Wave after wave leaves you until you’re completely drained, breathing hard.

Yeji looks utterly wrecked and satisfied, her face and chest glistening with your release, chest heaving. She licks her lips slowly, savoring the taste, and looks up at you with that same taunting, post-orgasm smirk.

After catching your breath, you tuck yourself back into your pants, heart still pounding. Then, almost against your supposed better judgment again, you mutter:

“Give me your contact. Number. Address. Whatever.”

Yeji lets out a soft, teasing laugh. She wipes a thick streak of cum from her cheek with two fingers and sucks them clean while holding your gaze. Reaching for her phone on the nightstand, she unlocks it, and holds it out to you with that wicked little smile.

“You hate money-loving sluts, remember?” she teases huskily. “Why would you want my number?”

You stare at her, exhaling slowly.

Karina leans against the door for a moment, chest rising and falling, cheeks flushed a pretty pink beneath slightly smudged makeup. Her dark hair clings damply to her temples. She looks at you and smiles—bright, genuine, almost shy.

“Wow… you actually waited,” she says warmly, voice a little husky. “Most fans leave right after the lights go down. Thank you for staying. It really means a lot.”

You rub the back of your neck. “I couldn’t just leave. You were amazing up there.”

Her smile widens, eyes sparkling. She walks over, gold chains swaying between the deep valley of her breasts. The thin fabric of her “Good Stuff” outfit clings to every curve, still warm from the stage. “Did you enjoy it? I saw you in the front row, singing along. That made me so happy.”

“Yeah… the bridge in ‘Good Stuff’ was mesmerizing,” you reply softly.

She laughs lightly and sits on the edge of the vanity. “You’re sweet. It’s nice when someone notices the little things.” She takes a slow sip of water. “The lights were so hot tonight. I’m probably a mess right now.”

“You look beautiful,” you say quietly.

Karina tilts her head, her expression softening before something playful flickers in her eyes. “Flattery already? Careful.”

The conversation stays light for a while longer as she shares funny rehearsal stories. But slowly, the atmosphere shifts.

She stands and stretches, arms overhead, making her massive tits strain against the fabric, nipples faintly visible. “This outfit feels so tight now… everything’s more noticeable.”

You swallow, eyes drawn. “It suits you really well.”

She catches you looking and bites her lower lip, stepping closer. “You really were staring the whole show, weren’t you?” Her voice turns teasing. “I don’t mind. It’s flattering.” She runs her fingers along the deep neckline, drawing attention to her huge rack. “All those fans probably went home thinking about these… but you’re right here.”

“Hard not to stare,” you admit with a small smile.

Karina’s eyes light up. She turns toward the mirror, arching her back slightly. “What do you think? Too much?”

“Perfect,” you reply.

She laughs warmly, then spins you gently so your back presses against the cool mirror. Stepping back, she begins a slow, private sway of her hips. “Class is in session, huh?” Her hands roam languidly over her body, then tug the straps down inch by inch until her huge, soft tits spill free—full, glistening with sweat, dark nipples tight.

You breathe out shakily. “They’re even more beautiful up close.”

“Want to touch?” she whispers, stepping in so the warm weight of her tits brush your chest. Her hand slips into your pants, wrapping around your thick, above-average cock. Her fingers pause, eyes widening with genuine delight. “Mmm… oh wow, you’re really big. So thick and heavy.” She strokes you slowly with both hands, savoring the size. “It’s so warm… feels perfect. Addicting already.”

After several long, aching minutes, she sinks gracefully to her knees. She frees your cock, letting it slap heavily against her cheek. “Look at this pretty, big thing…” Her tongue drags slowly from base to tip. “So good it makes me hungry. I love how it feels.”

You thread your fingers through her hair. “You look so pretty on your knees.”

She hums happily as she takes you into her mouth inch by inch, lips stretching wide around your girth, throat relaxing with a vibrating moan. She pulls off briefly. “Fuck… your cock is so pleasing. Hits every spot just right.” Then she presses her massive tits together for a slow, slick titfuck, licking the head each time.

You groan. “Your tits feel incredible.”

She sucks you deeper, eyes watering but clearly addicted to the stretch, moaning louder when you guide her head gently.

You eventually pull her up, lift her onto the vanity, and spread her thighs. No panties—just her pretty, soaked pussy, puffy and glistening. You kiss along her inner thighs first.

“You’re really gonna make me wait?” she whines playfully.

You drag your tongue slowly over her dripping folds.

“Ah—fuck!” Karina jolts, thighs clamping around your head. “Right there…”

You lick and suck her clit with focused hunger, sliding two fingers inside her tight heat and curling them. Her massive tits heave as her first orgasm crashes over her—body arching, tits bouncing wildly, a broken cry spilling from her lips as she gushes on your tongue.

You stand, rubbing your thick cock along her slick folds. “Ready?”

“Please… I need it,” she breathes.

You push in slowly, savoring every inch as her tight pussy stretches wide around your girth. Karina’s eyes fly open. “Oh my god… it’s so big—stretching me so full… fuck, I can feel every inch.” Her voice trembles with pleasure. “It’s addicting. So pleasing inside me.”

You bottom out, the bulge visible in her lower belly. “You’re taking me so well.”

You start thrusting—deep and sensual at first. “Look at your tits bouncing for me,” you groan, squeezing the soft, heavy flesh.

The wet schlick-schlick of her soaked pussy fills the room. “Your cock is so good… so thick… can’t get enough. I’m already addicted.”

Her second orgasm hits hard—eyes rolling back, pussy spasming and gushing around your thick shaft.

You keep pounding, using her tits as handles. When your climax builds, you bury yourself deep. “I’m gonna cum inside you.”

“Yes—give it to me,” she begs.

Thick, hot ropes of cum flood her, pulse after heavy pulse. Karina shatters again, convulsing and milking every drop.

Afterward, she clings to you, trembling, cum leaking around your still-buried cock. You stay deep inside her, kissing her slowly.

“Again,” she whispers breathlessly, eyes glassy. “Don’t stop. Your size… the way you stretch and please me… I’m addicted. No one else will ever feel this good.”

You brush damp hair from her face. “Good. I’m not done with you tonight.” Then softly, “Next round, I want you riding me while these tits bounce in my face.”