“Fuck! Matthew!” Giselle’s voice cracked into a broken moan as he drove his thick cock even deeper into her tight asshole. The wet, filthy sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room. He wasn’t being gentle tonight. Each powerful snap of his hips made her entire body jolt forward, only for him to haul her back by the arms, impaling her again and again. Her breasts bounced nonstop, heavy and hypnotic swings that slapped together and against her ribcage in a lewd rhythm she couldn’t control. “God, look at these tits.” Matthew growled, voice low and rough. He gave her arms a sharp tug, making her back arch even harder so her chest thrust out obscenely. “They never stop fucking bouncing when I take your ass like this. You love this so much, aren’t you?”

“Yes! Yes! Harder!” Giselle’s eyes rolled back, drool slipping from the corner of her parted lips. Her pussy was dripping untouched onto the sheets, clenching desperately around nothing while her ass stretched wide around Matthew’s relentless cock. Every savage thrust punched the air out of her lungs and sent fresh waves of pain and pleasure shooting up her spine. The position she currently in completely left her helpless. Arms locked, body used like a fuck toy, tits flailing wildly with zero mercy. Matthew leaned over her, chest pressed over Giselle’s back, teeth grazing over her ear. “Been thinking about this ass the whole time you were on tour. Every time you move this juicy ass of yours on stage in front of millions of audience make me want to bend you over and wreck it exactly like this…”

He slammed into the hilt and ground deep, making Giselle scream. Her breasts swung forward so hard they clapped together with an audible smack. Giselle’s thighs trembled violently, another orgasm already building fast and filthy in her core.

The sharp tang of sweat mingled with vanilla as Matthew’s hips pistoned relentlessly. Giselle’s world narrowed to the brutal invasion of her ass, each deep, grinding thrust sending shockwaves of white-hot sensation through her core. Her breasts swung like heavy pendulums beneath her, the flushed, sensitive skin stinging where they slapped together violently or smacked against her own ribs. The moonlight caught the sheen of perspiration slicking the valley of her spine, the curve of her trembling ass, and the powerful muscles of Matthew’s forearms where he held her captive. “The whole damn world watches you,” Matthew rasped, his breath hot and ragged against the shell of her ear. He punchtuated each word with a punishing snap of his hips, forcing her body to accommodate his thick length again and again. The wet obscene sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, underscored by Giselle’s choked gasps and whimpers. “Watch you shake that perfect ass in those tight little skirts…but they don’t know.” He yanked her arms back further, deepening the arch in her spine until a sharp cry tore from her throat. Her nipples, hard and aching, pointing straight down towards the rumpled sheets. “They don’t know this ass belongs to me. That it’s mine to use. Mine to fuck raw whenever I want.” Matthew drove into her hard, burying himself to the hilt and grinding the base of his cock against her stretched rim, eliciting a strangled sob. “Tell them. Tell them whose hole this is.”

“Yours!” Giselle gasped, the words ripped from her. Her vision blurred at the edges, pleasure and a sharp edge of pain twisting together until they were indistinguishable. Her cunt wept, a slick trail dripping steadily onto the sheets beneath her, clenching furiously around nothing. The relentless pressure deep inside her ass was building something terrifyingly intense, a coil tightening in her belly that threatened to unravel her completely. “Matthew’s! Only yours! Oh God!”

He rewarded her with a series of brutal, shallow thrusts that focused the searing friction right on her tender inner ring. The force made her entire body jerk forward, only to be hauled back instantly by his iron grip on her wrists. Her ponytail had fully come undone now, dark strands plastered across her face and shoulders. Drool slicked her chin, dripping onto the sheets. The lewd bounce of her breasts became almost frantic, a desperate counter-rhythm to the piston-like drive of his cock. He watched them, mesmerized, his own control visibly fraying. Sweat dripped from his brow onto her back. Her back arched impossibly further off the bed, a broken keen escaping her lips as the dual assault – the deep invasion of her ass and the rough handling of her breast – pushed her towards a precipice.

Matthew felt it too. The slick, clenching heat surrounding his cock was becoming irresistible. The sight of her completely helpless, back impossibly arched, breasts swinging wildly as he pounded into her tightest hole, the raw sounds she made… it was shattering his control. He released her breast and reclaimed her wrist, pulling both arms back taut once more, using the leverage to drive even deeper, harder. His rhythm became frenzied, less controlled thrusts and more savage lunges, each one forcing a punched-out gasp from Giselle. “Fuck! Aeri, I’m gonna cum,” Matthew growled, voice wrecked and feral. “Gonna fill this perfect juicy ass right now.”

Giselle couldn’t speak. Her mouth hung open in a silent scream as the relentless pounding reached its zenith. She felt him swell impossibly thicker within her impossibly stretched passage. Then, with a guttural roar that seemed to tear itself from his chest, Matthew slammed home one final time, burying himself to the root. His body locked over hers, rigid as stone for a split second. She felt the hot, pulsing surge deep inside her ass as he came. Thick jets of semen erupted from him, flooding the tight channel in hot, rhythmic spurts. The sensation was overwhelming – a deep, internal claiming that sent her own climax detonating through her nerves. It ripped through her without warning, a silent convulsion that locked her muscles and turned her vision white. Her cunt spasmed violently around emptiness while her ass clenched rhythmically around his still-pumping cock, milking him dry as wave after wave of brutal ecstasy crashed over her.

He held her there, impaled and trembling, as the last pulses of his release filled her. The only sounds were their harsh, ragged breathing and the wet squelch as he finally, slowly, withdrew his softening cock from her well-used hole. A thick trickle of white immediately began to seep out onto the sheets beneath her. Matthew released her wrists, letting her upper body collapse bonelessly onto the mattress. Matthew released her wrists, letting her upper body collapse bonelessly onto the mattress. Her cheek pressed against the damp silk, her breasts finally stilled against the bed. She lay utterly spent, the scent of sex, sweat, vanilla, and his spend thick and heavy in the moonlit air.

For a long moment, the only sounds were their ragged breathing and the wet drip of his seed slowly leaking out of her stretched hole. “Fuck….” Giselle mumbled into the pillow, voice hoarse and fucked out. “You really tried to break me tonight.”

Matthew chuckled low against her ear, pressing a surprisingly gentle kiss to her sweaty neck. “I couldn’t help it. You were bouncing those tits like you were begging for it.” He gave one of her breasts a lazy squeeze from behind. “I missed you so much while you were gone. Don’t ever go on a tour that long again.”

Giselle laughed breathlessly, turning her head just enough to look at him with hazy, satisfied eyes. “You’re such a greedy bastard…but yeah, I missed you too.” Giselle clenched her ass around his softening cock just to tease him, making him groan. “Now get off me before I can’t walk tomorrow.”

He pulled out slowly with a wet pop, more cum spilling out immediately. Matthew rolled them both onto their sides, spooning her from behind and wrapping a strong arm around her waist. “Shower later?” he murmured against her hair. “Mmm. Later,” she sighed, already half-asleep in his arms. “Just… stay like this for a bit.”

[2 days later…]

The practice room lights felt harsher than usual under the late-night fluorescent glow. The heavy bass of their latest title track still echoed faintly through the speakers even though the choreography run-through had ended almost fifteen minutes ago. The practice room smelled like sweat, and the faint vanilla of Giselle’s favourite body spray. The bass still seemed to vibrate in Giselle’s bones, mixing with the deep, lingering ache between her legs and in her lower back. She kept her stretches slow and deliberate, pretending to focus on her hamstrings while her mind kept drifting back to the master bedroom two nights earlier. The way Matthew had gripped her wrists like reins, the relentless stretch of him buried in her ass, the way her breasts had bounced so hard they actually stung. Every tiny shift of her weight sent a fresh reminder through her body, a warm sticky secret that made her bite the inside of her cheek.

Karina finally sat up with a dramatic groan, wiping sweat from her forehead with the hem of her oversized practice shirt. “Okay, I’m dead. If the choreographer adds one more eight-count tomorrow, I'll quit and become a barista. Who’s with me??”

Ningning laughed from her split position, phone screen lighting up her tired face. “Unnie, you say that every comeback. Then, you nail the dance break like it’s nothing and we all look like amateurs next to you.” She glanced sideways at Giselle. “Speaking of looking rough…Aeri-unnie, gwenchana? You’ve been favouring your right side the whole night. And your wrists, did you actually bruise them on the treadmill or what?”

Giselle’s heart skipped a beat. She tugged the sleeves of her long shirt down a little further, forcing a casual shrug. “It’s nothing. Hotel gym had weird equipment. I slipped doing some deadlifts or whatever. I’ll ice it when we get home.” Karina raised an eyebrow but didn’t push it, too exhausted to play detective. “Whatever you say, mystery girl. Just don’t show up tomorrow limping like you got hit by a truck. We have that fan-sign after practice.” Winter said nothing. She just kept sitting there against the mirror, knees hugged to her chest, watching Giselle with those sharp, unblinking eyes. The kind of stare that felt like it could peel back layers. Giselle felt it on her skin, not hostile, but heavy. Calculating. She tried not to let it show on her face.

They spent another 10 minutes packing up. Rolling yoga mats, tossing empty bottles into the recycling bin, wiping down the floor in lazy circles. The van ride back to the dorm was quiet except for the low hum of the engine and Ningning’s soft snoring against the window. Karina scrolled through birthday countdown posts on her private account, smiling faintly at the flood of fan messages. Giselle sat in the back row, legs pressed tightly together, trying to ignore the faint dampness she could still feel in her panties from the memory of Matthew’s load slowly leaking out of her even now.

Winter sat directly across from her, earbuds in but no music playing. Every time Giselle glanced up, Winter was already looking back. No smiling. Just…waiting.

By the time they reached the dorm, it was almost 1 in the morning. The hallway lights were dimmed. Karina mumbled a sleepy “goodnight.” and disappeared into her room almost immediately. Ningning followed, dragging her feet and promising she’d shower in the morning. The door to the shared living area clicked shut behind them, leaving only the soft hum of the refrigerator and the distant traffic light outside. Giselle headed straight for the bathroom in the hallway she shared with Winter, desperate for a hot shower to ease the soreness. She had just peeled off her practice top. Her breasts are still tender, faint red marks from Matthew’s earlier grip still visible on her wrists.

Suddenly the door opened without a knock as Winter stepped inside and closed it behind her, leaning back against the wood with her arms folded. She was still in her practice clothes, hair slightly damp from the light sweat, that same calm unreadable expression on her face. The lock clicked softly. “Unnie…” Winter said quietly, voice low enough it wouldn’t carry down the hall. “We need to talk. Now.” Giselle froze, towel halfway to her chest. “Minjeong-ah! I am literally about to shower. Can’t you wait until-”

“No.” Winter’s tone was gentle but firm. She took one step closer, eyes flicking down to the faint bruises on Giselle’s wrists, then back up. “I’ve been watching you for weeks. The way you disappear for your “solo schedules” and come back walking like you just ran a marathon. The hickeys you keep covering with makeup. The way you sometimes smell like men’s cologne when you think no one notices. And tonight…the way you’re still limping even after two full days.” Giselle’s stomach dropped. She clutched the towel tighter. “You’re imagining things. I told you, it’s just—”

“I saw the marks on your thighs last week when you changed in the dressing room,” Winter continued, cutting her off softly. “And I heard you on the phone two nights ago — that low voice you were talking to. The one who called you ‘baby’ and told you he missed your ass.” Her cheeks flushed the tiniest bit, but her gaze stayed steady. “I’m not stupid, unnie. And I’m not here to expose you. I swear.” Giselle’s mouth went dry. She leaned back against the sink, heart hammering. “What do you want, Min-jeong?” Winter took another step forward until they were only an arm’s length apart. The bathroom light cast soft shadows across her face, making her look younger and older at the same time — determined, almost vulnerable, but with steel underneath. “I need your help,” she said. Her voice dropped even lower. “Karina’s birthday is in five days. She’s been… talking lately. Quietly, when it’s just us. About how much she wants to be a mom one day. How the idol life stole that possibility from her. She laughs it off like it’s a joke, but I know her, unnie. I know every single thing about her. And I’ve decided I’m going to give her the one present she can never ask for herself.”

Giselle’s eyes widened. She already knew where this was going, but hearing it out loud still felt like a punch.

Winter’s hands clenched at her sides. “I want to get pregnant. With his baby. With your man’s baby. I know it sounds crazy but I want to carry it for her, so she can have the family that she dreams about without ever having to give up everything we’ve worked for. She’ll never know it came from him. She’ll just know we suddenly…have this miracle. And I'll raise it with her. Quietly. Secretly.” She paused, letting the words settle. Her breathing was a little faster now, cheeks pinker. “I know you’ve been seeing each other for months or maybe a year now and I know Somi is involved in this too although I don't know how. I’m not judging but I’m begging with you right now, Aeri-unnie. Let me have him for one night. I can assure that he can impregnate immediately if I do it now, that’s all I need. I’ll handle the rest. I’ll even let you watch if that makes you feel better about sharing. Or I’ll never ask again after this. But please, unnie. For, Jimin-unnie.”

Giselle stared at her, towel forgotten in her hands, mind spinning. The possessiveness hit her hard, the thought of Matthew’s cock buried in Winter, pumping her full, claiming another member of her own group. Part of her wanted to say no immediately, but part of her remembered how empty she had felt before Matthew, how Somi had offered her the same escape. And another part of her that loved Karina like a sister too, felt the twisted beauty of Winter’s plan.

She swallowed hard, voice shaky.

“Minjeong-ah, this isn’t something I can just say yes to. He’s not a toy. And Somi…she has to agree. She’s the one who started all of this and that man isn’t someone you never expect at all. I can’t just loan him out for you like that.” Winter’s eyes never left hers. She stepped even closer, voice soft and earnest, almost pleading now. “Then talk to her. Tonight. Or tomorrow morning. But I need this, unnie. I need it for Karina-unnie. And… honestly?” A tiny, vulnerable smile broke through. “I think I need it for me too. I’ve been so tired. So empty. The way you look after you see him… I want that feeling. Even if it’s just once.” The bathroom fell quiet except for the distant hum of the air conditioner. Giselle could feel her pulse in her throat. She looked at Winter — really looked — and saw the same desperate hunger she had the first time when Somi first offered her Matthew.

She exhaled slowly, running a hand through her hair. “Okay… I’ll talk to Somi. But I’m not promising anything. And if we do this, there are rules. A lot of them.” Winter’s shoulders sagged with visible relief. She reached out and gently squeezed Giselle’s arm, the touch surprisingly warm. “Thank you, unnie. Really. Just… tell me when. I’ll be ready whenever he is.” She lingered for one more second, eyes shining with a mix of gratitude and something darker — something hungry — before she slipped out of the bathroom as quietly as she had come in. Giselle stood frozen in the bathroom for what felt like forever, the echo of Winter’s soft footsteps fading down the hallway. The towel in her hands had gone limp. Her reflection in the mirror looked wide-eyed and slightly panicked — cheeks still flushed from practice, faint finger-shaped bruises peeking out from under her sleeves like guilty secrets. She could still feel the ghost of Matthew’s cum deep inside her from two nights ago, a warm, sticky reminder that made her thighs clench involuntarily.

Holy shit. What did I just get myself into?

She didn’t shower. She couldn’t. Instead she pulled her practice clothes back on, slipped into her room, and lay on her bed staring at the ceiling until the sky outside started to lighten. Sleep never came. Every time she closed her eyes she saw Winter’s determined little smile, and heard that quiet, desperate plea: I want to get pregnant. With his baby. For Jimin-unnie.

By 7:30 in the morning the dorm was still dead silent. Karina and Ningning wouldn’t be up for hours. Giselle grabbed her phone, threw on a hoodie and mask, and slipped out before anyone could ask where she was going. The mansion was only a twenty-minute drive if she took the quiet back roads. She texted Somi on the way — a single line: Emergency talk. Coming over now. Alone.

Somi’s reply came almost instantly, complete with a sleepy emoji: Door’s open. Aria just went down for her nap. Bring coffee if you’re nice.

Giselle stopped at the usual café, ordered two iced americanos and a vanilla latte for Somi, and tried not to overthink the entire drive. Her hands were shaking on the steering wheel. She kept rehearsing the conversation in her head, but every version sounded insane. When she finally pulled into the underground garage and let herself in with the spare key, the house smelled like baby powder, fresh coffee, and the faint trace of Matthew’s cologne. Somi was in the living room wearing nothing but one of Matthew’s oversized black shirts, the hem brushing her thighs. Her hair was messy in a topknot, and she was gently rocking baby Aria in her arms even though the little girl was already fast asleep, tiny fist curled against her mother’s chest. The stretch marks on Somi’s exposed stomach and the way her fuller breasts pressed against the fabric made Giselle’s heart do a weird little flip — a reminder of exactly why all of this had started in the first place.

Somi looked up and grinned that bright, knowing smile. “You look like you saw a ghost. Or like Matthew railed you in the ass again. Which is it?” Giselle set the coffees on the marble island and dropped onto the couch, rubbing her face with both hands. “Both. But mostly the ghost part.”

She didn’t waste time. She spilled everything — Winter cornering her in the bathroom, the bruises she’d noticed, the phone call she’d overheard, the hickeys, the limping. Then the real bomb: Karina’s secret dream of being a mom, Winter’s insane but strangely romantic plan to carry Matthew’s child as the ultimate birthday gift, raising it together in secret, the “just breed me once” request, the offer to let Giselle watch. She even repeated Winter’s exact words about never asking again. By the time she finished, Giselle was pacing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, arms wrapped around herself. “I told her I’d talk to you first. That there would be rules. That I wasn’t promising anything. But Somi… she looked at me like she’d burn the whole world down for Karina. It’s not just horniness. It’s love. Twisted, obsessive, idol-level love. And now I’m stuck in the middle and I don’t know what the fuck to do because part of me wants to say no — he’s ours — but another part of me remembers how empty I felt before you offered him to me and… god, I’m rambling. Say something before I lose my mind.”

Somi had listened in complete silence, one eyebrow slowly climbing higher and higher. She gently laid Aria down in the bassinet, tucked a soft blanket around her, then turned back to Giselle with the most unexpected expression on her face. She started laughing. Not a small chuckle — a full, bright, delighted laugh that made her eyes crinkle and her shoulders shake. She clapped a hand over her mouth to keep it quiet for the baby, but her whole body was vibrating with it.

“Oh my god,” Somi wheezed, wiping tears from the corners of her eyes. “Winter? Kim Min-jeong? Our innocent princess who barely speaks above a whisper? Wants Matthew to straight-up breed her so she can give Karina a secret baby for her birthday? That is… the most batshit, romantic, unhinged Aespa thing I have ever heard in my entire life.”

Giselle stopped pacing. “You’re… not mad?”

“Mad?” Somi crossed the room in two steps and pulled Giselle into a hug, still giggling against her shoulder. “Babe, I’m obsessed. This is hilarious. And kind of brilliant. I mean, think about it — we started this whole thing because I was lonely and horny and wanted my dad to fuck the emptiness out of me. Then I brought you in because you were the same. Now Winter wants to turn herself into a little breeding gift for her leader? It’s so possessive and sweet and fucked up I almost want to cry-laugh.”

She pulled back, hands on Giselle’s shoulders, eyes sparkling with pure mischief. But then her expression softened a little, turning thoughtful as she tilted her head.

“Wait… what about you, though?” Somi asked, voice gentler now. She reached up and brushed a stray strand of hair behind Giselle’s ear. “You’ve been with him for months. You let him cum inside you every single time. You get that dreamy little look every time we talk about him. Be honest — do you want to carry his baby too? Like I did with Aria?” Giselle froze. The question hit her somewhere deep in the chest, a mix of warmth and panic all at once. She looked down at the bassinet, at tiny Aria sleeping so peacefully, then back at Somi’s patient, curious eyes. “I… yeah,” she admitted quietly, voice barely above a whisper. “I do want it. Someday. But I’m not ready. Not even close. The comeback schedule is brutal, we’re doing world tour dates, and the company would lose their minds if any of us got pregnant right now. I need more time. I need to figure out how to balance being an idol and… being his. Maybe after this next cycle of promotions. Or the one after that. I don’t know. I just know I want it eventually. With him. Only him.”

Somi’s smile turned soft and understanding. She pulled Giselle back into another hug, this one tighter, more sisterly. “That’s all I needed to hear. No rush, babe. We’ve got time. And when you’re ready… I’ll be right there holding your hand through every craving, every mood swing, every craving for his cock at 3 a.m.” She pulled back with a wink. “But for now? Let’s focus on Winter. I’m not shutting this down. I want to see where it goes. Like… really see it. The idea of another Aespa girl joining the club? Of Matthew pumping a baby into tiny, quiet Winter while she’s thinking about Karina the whole time? It’s hot. It’s funny. It’s interesting. I didn’t expect this at all, but now I’m invested. Like, popcorn-on-the-couch invested.”

Giselle let out a long, shaky breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. The knot in her chest loosened just a fraction. Somi’s unexpected excitement was contagious — that bright, fearless energy that had started all of this in the first place. “You’re actually insane,” Giselle muttered, but she was smiling now too. “You know that?”

“Pot, meet kettle,” Somi teased, tapping Giselle’s nose. “Plus, both Matthew and I had a talk last week about how he can breed other women like you or Yunjin.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Now drink your coffee before it gets warm. Then go home, act normal around Winter, and text me after you talk to Matthew. I want every single detail. And tell Winter…” She paused, grinning wider. “Tell her welcome to the family. But she better be ready. Because once Matthew gets his hands on her, she’s not going to want just one night. None of us did.”

Giselle nodded slowly, the weight of the decision settling in a new, strangely exciting way. She picked up her coffee, took a long sip, and felt the first real spark of anticipation mix with the nerves. Winter had no idea what she was stepping into. But Somi was right. This was about to get very interesting.

The Seoul sun was already climbing high. She drove back to the dorm in silence, windows down, letting the warm wind whip through her hair as if it could blow away the nervous energy buzzing under her skin. She slipped back inside just after 10 in the morning. The dorm was alive with the usual pre-schedule chaos. Karina hummed in the kitchen while making protein shakes for everyone, Ningning blasting music from her room as she picked out her fan-sign outfit, and the faint scent of rice and grilled mackerel drifting from the air fryer. Giselle forced herself to act normal. Laughing at Karina’s dad jokes, stealing a sip of Ningning’s shake, complaining about her own “treadmill injury” again when asked why she was moving a bit stiffly but her eyes kept finding Winter.

Winter was quieter than usual, curled up on the living-room couch in an oversized hoodie and shorts, pretending to scroll through her phone. Every few minutes her gaze would flick up, meet Giselle's half of a second, then drop again. The tension between them felt electric, invisible to the others but thick enough that Giselle could almost taste it.

The fan-sign was scheduled for 2 in the evening at a private venue in Apguejong. A cozy two-hour event with about 150 lucky fans. That gave them roughly three hours to get ready, drive over, touch up makeup, and run through the standard “be polite, smile, don’t spill any secrets” briefing from their manager. Plenty of time. Giselle waited until the perfect moment. Karina had disappeared into the bathroom to do her skincare routine. Ningning was in her room blasting “Supernova” at full volume while changing. The hallway outside the shared bathroom was empty and quiet except for the low hum of the air purifier. Giselle caught Winter’s eyes, tilted her head toward the small balcony off the living room, and mouthed, Now.

Winter followed without a word.

The balcony door clicked shut behind them. The city noise rose up from below, distant traffic, the occasional honk, but up here on the tenth floor, it felt strangely private, the warm afternoon breeze carrying the faint smell of street-food vendors and blooming jacaranda trees. Giselle leaned against the railing, arms crossed, while Winter stood a careful two steps away, fingers twisting the hem of her hoodie. Giselle didn’t waste time. She kept her voice low, calm, but firm.

“I talked to Somi this morning. Like, first thing, I told everything. Exactly what you said in the bathroom last night. About Jimin. About the birthday gift. About wanting the man to breed you.” Winter’s breath caught. Her eyes widened, that sharp cat-like gaze suddenly vulnerable. She opened her mouth, but Giselle held up her hand. “She didn’t get mad. She didn’t say no. Honestly??” Giselle let out a soft, disbelieving laugh. “She thought it was the funniest, most romantic, most batshit thing she’s ever heard. She was laughing so hard she had to cover her mouth so she wouldn’t wake the baby. Call you ‘our little innocent princess turning into a secret baby-gift machine.’ She said she’s actually invested now. Wants to see where this goes. So… yes. Somi’s giving you permission. One night. With him. To do exactly what you asked for.”

Winter’s shoulders sagged with visible relief. Her cheeks flushed pink, and for the first time in days the tiniest, shyest smile broke across her face. The kind she almost never showed in public. “Unnie…thank you…I don’t even know what to say. I was so scared you’d both say no. That I’d ruined everything by asking.” Giselle stepped closer, voice dropping even lower. “But there are warnings. Somi made me promise to tell you these straight, no sugarcoating. First, our man isn’t gentle. Not when he really lets go. He…intense. Possessive. Once he starts, he doesn’t stop until he’s sure you’re ruined for everyone else. You might walk funny for a few days. You might leak his cum for hours afterward. And Somi’s exact words were, ‘Once he gets his hands on her, she’s not going to want just one night. None of us did.’ So be ready for that possibility. This might not end after tonight. You might get addicted to him. You might start craving him the way I do. The way Somi does.”

Winter swallowed hard, but she didn’t look away. If anything, her eyes darkened with something hungry. “I…I understand that, I-I’m ready for that. For all of it.”

“Second warning.” Giselle continued, counting on her fingers. “Secrecy is everything. No one, and I mean, not Jimin, not Ningning, not the manager, not even your own reflection in the mirror if you can help it, can ever know where we are going tonight or why. If anyone asks, you make up the most believable excuse you can. Say you’re going to visit a family friend. Say you forgot something at the practice room and I’m driving you back to get it. Say you’re craving that one specific tteokbokki place in Hongdae and I’m the only one who knows the way. Whatever it is, sell it like your life depends on it, because it kind of does.”

Winter nodded quickly, already thinking. “I can do that. I’ll tell them I need to pick up a birthday present for Jimin-unnie from a secret shop that only takes cash and I don’t want to go alone. They’ll believe it. Jimin-unnie loves surprises.”

Giselle paused, her expression turning dead serious as she leaned in a little closer, voice dropping to an even lower whisper so the breeze wouldn’t carry a single syllable away. “And this part is non-negotiable — Karina and Ningning cannot know about any of this. Not tonight. Not tomorrow. Not until I’m the one who decides to bring them in myself, if that day ever comes. Somi was crystal clear on that. We’re not letting the circle grow randomly. I control how this expands inside Aespa. I decide when and how the others find out, because one wrong move and the whole thing blows up in our faces. This stays between you, me, Somi, and Matthew until I say otherwise. Understand?”

Winter’s breath was coming faster now, but her voice was steady, almost reverent. “Understood. I won’t question anything. I’ll follow you and I’ll make up the excuse. I’ll do whatever it takes.” She hesitated, then stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Giselle in a quick, fierce hug. The kind of hug that said thank you and I’m terrified and I’m so excited all at once. “Unnie…I really owe you for this. More than you know.” Giselle hugged her back, feeling the smaller girl tremble just slightly against her. “You owe me nothing. Just…be sure. Because after tonight, everything changes. For both of us.”

They stayed like that for another long minute, the city humming beneath them, the warm breeze tugging at their hair. Then, Giselle pulled away, checking the time on her phone.

“Fan-sign starts in less than three hours. Go get ready. Smile pretty for the fans. Act normal. And when it’s over…” Winter finished the sentence for her, voice barely above a whisper but full of steel. “I follow you. No questions.” Giselle nodded once, sharp and final. The two of them slipped back inside the dorm like nothing had happened. Karina was still humming in the bathroom. Ningning was still blasting music. The world outside their little secret bubble kept turning exactly the same. But inside Giselle’s chest, her heart was hammering so hard she could feel it in her throat.In a few short hours, Winter was going to meet Matthew. And nothing — not the fan-sign, not the excuses, not the warnings — was going to stop what came next.

The fan-sign venue in Apgujeong was buzzing with that familiar mix of excitement and controlled chaos. Soft pink and purple lights washed over the long white table where the four Aespa members sat in a neat row, each with a stack of signed albums, plushies, and photo cards ready to hand out. The air smelled like vanilla candles, fresh flowers from the fans, and the faint sweetness of the iced Americanos the staff kept refilling. About 150 lucky fans sat in orderly rows, phones recording discreetly, waving lightsticks and handmade banners that read “Aespa 4eva” and “Karina’s Birthday Queen.”

Giselle smiled on autopilot, chatting with each fan who approached her section, signing with her usual elegant handwriting and posing for quick Polaroids. But her attention kept drifting two seats to her left, straight to Winter. She hadn’t expected this.

Winter had shown up to the venue in the shortest skirt Giselle had ever seen her wear in public. It was a tiny pleated black number, the hem barely reaching mid-thigh, paired with a cropped white blouse that showed just a sliver of her toned waist when she moved. Knee-high socks and sleek black boots completed the look, making her legs look impossibly long and slender. The outfit was still stage-appropriate — nothing flashed, nothing crossed the line — but the way the fabric swayed and brushed her thighs every time Winter shifted in her chair… It was deliberate. Dangerous. And Winter was leaning all the way into it.

She wasn’t being obvious. No wardrobe malfunctions, no bending over. But the aura she gave off was pure sex. Every time a fan leaned in for a photo, Winter tilted her head just so, letting her silver hair fall across one eye while she gave that signature half-lidded cat smile — slow, sultry, like she was sharing a secret. She’d rest her chin on her hand, tracing lazy circles on the table with a manicured nail, voice dropping into that soft, breathy tone she usually saved for variety shows. Fans were losing their minds. One girl actually squealed when Winter gently touched her hand while handing back a signed album, murmuring “Thank you for always cheering for me~” in the sweetest, most teasing voice. Giselle watched it all from the corner of her eye, stomach tightening with a strange mix of amusement and heat. What the hell are you doing, Min-jeong? she thought. The skirt, the aura, the way Winter kept crossing and uncrossing her legs under the table — it was all for tonight. A silent message. A promise. Giselle could practically feel the anticipation rolling off the younger girl in waves, and it was making her own thighs press together under her longer, safer skirt.

Karina, bless her, was too busy being her usual radiant leader self to notice anything off. Ningning kept stealing glances at Winter and whispering “Yah, since when are you serving looks like this?” but Winter just smiled innocently and said, “Special day. I felt like it.”

The two hours dragged and flew at the same time. Every signature, every “I love you unnie,” every camera flash felt like another minute ticking down until the real event began. Giselle’s pulse never slowed. When the final fan waved goodbye and the staff announced the event was over, the girls stood up together, bowing and blowing kisses. The moment the curtains closed behind them, Giselle caught Winter’s eye. A single nod passed between them — the one they’d rehearsed in the car on the way here.

Karina stretched dramatically, already complaining about her aching wrist. “Ugh, my hand is dead. Who wants to get chicken on the way home?

Ningning was already pulling out her phone. “I’m in. But first, someone tell me why Winter-unnie looks like she’s about to drop a solo MV right now.”

Winter laughed lightly — perfect, airy, believable. “Actually… Giselle-unnie and I have to run a quick errand. I totally forgot I ordered Karina’s birthday present from this tiny shop in Gangnam that only does in-person pickup after 6 PM. It’s a surprise, so we have to go right now before they close. We’ll catch up with you guys later, okay? Don’t wait up!”

Karina blinked but smiled, too tired to question it. “Ooh, mysterious. Fine, but bring me back something sweet. Love you both!” Ningning gave a lazy thumbs-up. “Don’t get lost. And Winter-unnie, that skirt is lethal. Wear it more often.” The two of them slipped out the back exit before anyone could ask more questions, hearts hammering in sync as they climbed into Giselle’s tinted black SUV. The drive to the mansion was quiet but charged. Winter sat in the passenger seat, skirt riding up just a little higher now that no one else was watching, fingers tapping nervously on her bare thigh. Giselle kept her eyes on the road, one hand on the wheel, the other occasionally drifting over to squeeze Winter’s knee in silent reassurance. Twenty minutes later the heavy iron gate slid open. The mansion rose up ahead — modern, luxurious, windows glowing warmly against the evening sky. Giselle parked in the underground garage like always, killed the engine, and turned to Winter.

“Ready?”

Winter’s voice was small but steady. “Ready.”

The moment the front door opened, Matthew was already there, filling the doorway in a simple black tank top and grey sweatpants that did nothing to hide how built he was. His dark hair was still slightly damp from a shower, and that familiar predatory smile curved his lips the second he saw Giselle. “Hey, baby,” he rumbled, voice low and warm as he pulled her in by the waist for a quick, possessive kiss right there on the threshold. “Missed you already. You said you were bringing someone but I thought— ”

He froze mid-sentence when his eyes landed on Winter standing just behind Giselle.

Winter’s own eyes went wide.

She stared at the tall, muscular man who had just called Giselle “baby” and kissed her like he owned her. The pieces slammed together in her head like a freight train: Somi’s secret relationship… the mysterious man who got her pregnant… the way Giselle had been limping and glowing for months… the “solo schedules” that weren’t solo at all. This was Somi’s father. The same man who had fucked Giselle senseless in the ass two nights ago. The same man who was about to breed her tonight.

Taboo. Forbidden. Completely insane.

Winter’s breath caught for half a second — shock flashing across her face — but she schooled it instantly. No questions. No judgment. She had promised. Instead she dipped her head in a small, polite bow, cheeks flushing pink, and kept her voice soft and respectful. “Hello… I’m Minjeong. Thank you for… letting me come tonight.” Matthew blinked, clearly thrown. His hand was still on Giselle’s waist as he looked between them, eyebrows raised. “Uh… hi. Not gonna lie, I wasn’t expecting company. Especially not another Aespa member.” He let out a low, surprised chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. “Alright. What’s the occasion, Aeri? You dragged this pretty girl all the way here for a reason.”

Giselle didn’t hesitate. She stepped inside, pulling Winter gently in with her, and closed the door behind them with a soft click. The mansion’s warm lights bathed everything in gold — the marble floors, the huge windows overlooking the city, the faint scent of vanilla candles Somi loved. She looked Matthew straight in the eyes, voice calm and blunt, the same way Somi had taught her to be when it came to these things.

“Winter wants you to breed her.”

Matthew’s eyebrows shot up higher. A slow, dangerous smirk started spreading across his face as he looked Winter up and down — taking in the tiny skirt, the flushed cheeks, the way she was already shifting her weight like her body knew exactly what was coming. Giselle continued, keeping it simple, keeping it short, exactly the way she’d decided on the drive over. No long explanations about Karina’s birthday, no emotional backstory. Not yet.

“That’s it. She wants you to fuck her and fill her until it takes. Tonight.”

The air in the entrance hall suddenly felt ten degrees hotter. Matthew’s eyes darkened with instant hunger. He looked at Winter again — really looked — and the smirk turned into something feral. “Well… damn.” Winter’s heart was pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears, but she kept her promise. No questions. No judgment. Just quiet, trembling anticipation as she stood there in her tiny skirt, eyes locked on the man who was about to ruin her for anyone else. And Giselle, standing between them, felt the first electric spark of what was about to become a very long, very intense night.

Giselle was already slipping off her light jacket, hanging it on a hook by the door with practiced ease. She looked completely at home here — relaxed, confident, like she belonged in this palace of secrets. But then she turned toward the staircase, brushing her hair behind one ear, and spoke in that casual tone that still managed to hit Winter like a bucket of cold water. “I need a quick shower before I join you guys,” Giselle announced, already taking the first few steps up. “Practice today wrecked me, and I still smell like the venue. Fifteen minutes max. You two… get acquainted.” She shot Winter a small, knowing smile over her shoulder — half encouragement, half teasing — then disappeared around the corner at the top of the stairs without another word. The soft pad of her footsteps faded, followed by the distant click of a bathroom door.

Winter’s stomach dropped.

The nervousness hits her all at once, sharp and icy. Her fingers tightened around the hem of her tiny skirt, her heart suddenly hammering against her ribs like it wanted to escape. She had been so sure on the balcony, so sure in the car, so sure when she promised Giselle she wouldn’t back out. But now, standing alone in this enormous, beautiful mansion with a man she had only just met, a man who was supposed to be the father of Jeon Somi and boyfriend to Giselle, the one who is about to put a baby inside of her. The reality crashed onto her hard like a wave.

What if it hurts? What if he’s too big or too rough? What if she couldn’t take it and embarrassed herself? What if this whole plan was insane and Karina would somehow find out and everything would fall apart? Her palms feel clammy. Her throat tightened. For one terrifying second, she feels small and exposed, like the little maknae who had just walked into the deep end without knowing how to swim.

“Unnie-” Winter started, voice cracking as she took one instinctive half-step toward the staircase. She wanted to call her back, to ask her to just stay a little longer, to hold her hand through the first awkward minutes. But the words died in her throat and Giselle is already gone into the bathroom. The bathroom door clicked shut upstairs, and the only sounds left were the faint crackle of the fireplace and the low hum of the city far below the windows.

Winter stood frozen in the middle of the living room, breath shallow, cheeks burning. She could feel her pulse in her neck, in her wrists, between her legs where anticipation and fear were twisting together into something dizzying. Then, she felt it. Two large hands that are warm settling firmly on her waist from behind. Matthew had moved silently, closing the distance in two quiet steps. His palms were big enough to almost wrap around her slender frame, thumbs resting just above the waistband of her short skirt, fingers splayed possessively over her hips. The heat of his body radiated against her back. He was taller than Winter expected, broad chest brushing her shoulder blades as she he leaned down slightly. His breath ghosted warm against the shell of her ear, voice low, rough, and surprisingly gentle despite the obvious hunger underneath.

“So…” Matthew murmured, the word vibrating through her. “You want me to breed you?”

It wasn’t really a question. More like a confirmation, spoken slowly and deliberate, like he was tasting the words. His thumbs traced tiny circles on her waist, right where her cropped blouse met her skirt, sending little sparks racing up her spine. Winter’s breath hitched audibly. She didn’t pull away, she couldn’t have even if she wanted to but her whole body trembled once under his hands.

Matthew’s grip tightened just a fraction, steadying her. “What do you want me to call you tonight? I’m not gonna guess. I want to hear it from you.”

His voice dropped even lower, lips brushing against the sensitive spot just behind her ear. “And be honest with me right now. You don’t mind if I’m being rough with you, do you? Because once I start, I’m afraid I can’t hold myself back. Especially not when a small and pretty girl like you is asking me to put a baby in her. I'm gonna fuck you deep. I’m gonna fill you until you’re dripping. I’m gonna make sure it takes. But I need to know you’re truly ready for that. No surprises. No regrets halfway though.” One of his hands slid slowly upward, palm gliding over the curve of her hip, stopping just beneath her ribcage. The other stayed anchored at her waist, holding her in place like he already owned the moment.

“Aeri told me what you want. Straight up. But I still need to hear it from your mouth, Winter.” He said her stage name like it was something precious and filthy at the same time. “You came here to get bred. You want my cum deep inside this tight little body until you’re carrying my own breathen. That’s what you’re asking for tonight, right?”

His fingers flexed gently, not hurting, just reminding her how strong he was. How completely she was already in his hands. “So tell me, princess… how do you want me to talk to you while I ruin you for anyone else?” The fireplace crackled softly in the background. The city lights twinkled beyond the windows. Upstairs, the shower had just turned on — a distant hiss of water that might as well have been on another planet. Winter stood there, trapped between Matthew’s solid chest and the overwhelming weight of her own decision, heart racing, thighs pressing together under that tiny skirt, every nerve ending alive and screaming with a terrifying, electric mix of fear and desperate, aching want.

Winter’s mind was spinning so fast that she could barely hear her own thoughts over the pounding of her heart. Matthew’s large hands were still anchored on her waist, thumbs stroking slow, possessive circles that made her skin burn beneath the thin fabric of her cropped blouse. The heat of his body pressed against her back was overwhelming with solid, masculine, radiating raw power. She felt tiny in comparison, fragile, like a doll he could break if he wanted. And the scariest part? She didn’t want him to hold back.

She swallowed hard, her voice coming out smaller and softer than she had ever heard it in her life, barely above a trembling whisper, laced with complete surrender.

“Y-yes…” she breathed, eyes fluttering half-shut as she leaned back into his chest without even realizing she was doing it. “I…I want you to breed me. That’s why I came. I want you to fill me until I’m carrying your baby. Please…” Her cheeks burned crimson. Saying it out loud made her thighs pressed together instinctively, a fresh wave of nervous heat pooling between her legs. Matthew's grip tightened approvingly. “Good girl,” he murmured against her ear, the praise sending a visible shiver down her spine. “And what do you want me to call you, tonight? Your real name? Your stage name? Or something sweeter while I’m buried inside you?”

Winter’s breath hitched. She tilted her head slightly, exposing more of her neck without thinking, completely submissive in a way her body instinctively offered itself to Matthew. “Minjeong…” Winter whispered, voice shaking with vulnerability. “Or…or slut. Or whatever you want, really. I don’t mind… Just… Please don’t be gentle with me. I want you to be rough with me. I want to feel it. I want you to use me however you want as long it works.” She was trembling now, knees weak, every word dripping with pure, unfiltered submission. “I won’t fight it. I won’t ask you to stop. I promise. I’m yours tonight. Completely.”

Matthew let out a low, satisfied growl that vibrated through Winter’s entire body. One of his hands slid up slowly, fingers tracing the line of her jawline before gently but firmly tilting her head upward and back so she was looking at him over her shoulder. Their eyes met – hers wide, glassy, and utterly yielding while his dark, hungry, and in complete control.

Without another word, he leaned down and claimed her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss.

Winter’s eyes flew wide open in shock. She had expected talking. Maybe some teasing. Maybe even him carrying her straight upstairs. But this? The sudden heat of his lips on hers, the way his tongue immediately demanded entrance which completely short-circuited her brain. A tiny, surprised whimper escaped into his mouth as her whole body jolted.

But the resistance lasted less than a second.

Her eyes fluttered shut, and every ounce of strength melted out of her like wax under a flame. Her arms hung limp at her sides. Her knees buckled. If Matthew hadn’t been holding her waist so tightly, she would have collapsed right there on the marble floor. The kiss was overwhelming where it start slow at first, then deeper, hungrier, his tongue exploring her mouth with lazy dominance while one hand cradled the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair. Winter could only moan softly, the sound muffled and needy, completely lost in the way he kissed her like he was already owning every part of her. She forgot how to breathe properly. Her mind went blissfully blank. All she knew was the taste of him, the heat of his chest against her back, the way his other hand had slipped under the hem of her blouse to rest possessively on her bare stomach. She whimpered again, the sound high and submissive, her body going completely boneless as she surrendered to the kiss. Saliva trickled from the corner of her mouth; she didn’t even care. She was floating, weightless, every muscle relaxed and pliant under his control.

Matthew kissed her like that for what felt like forever — long, filthy, devouring minutes where the only sounds in the grand living room were the wet slide of tongues, her soft desperate whimpers, and the distant crackle of the fireplace. He tilted her head further, deepening the angle until she was practically limp in his arms, completely at his mercy. Every time she tried to catch her breath he chased her lips again, swallowing every little moan like it belonged to him. By the time he finally pulled back, Winter’s eyes were glazed over, lips swollen and shiny, cheeks flushed a deep pink. She could barely stand. Her breathing came in tiny, shaky gasps. She looked utterly wrecked already, and he hadn’t even taken her clothes off yet.

Matthew smiled down at her — dark, satisfied, almost tender in the way only a man who knew he had complete power could look. Without a word, he bent slightly, scooped her up like she weighed nothing, and carried her bridal-style toward the floating staircase. Winter’s head lolled against his broad chest, one hand weakly clutching his tank top as if it was the only thing keeping her grounded. She didn’t protest. She didn’t ask where they were going. She simply let him take her, body completely submissive and trusting.

He pushed open the door to the master bedroom with his shoulder.

Matthew carried her straight to the bed and laid her down gently in the center, her tiny skirt riding up her thighs as she sank into the plush mattress. Winter lay there, chest rising and falling quickly, silver hair fanned out across the pillows like a halo. She didn’t move. She didn’t try to cover herself. She just watched him with those wide, submissive eyes, waiting for whatever he wanted to do next. Matthew stood at the foot of the bed and simply… looked.

His gaze dragged over her slowly, greedily, taking in every inch like he was memorizing her. The way her cropped blouse had ridden up to expose the soft, pale skin of her toned stomach. The gentle curve of her small but perfectly perky breasts pressing against the thin fabric. Those long, slender legs in the tiny pleated skirt and knee-high socks, thighs trembling slightly. Her delicate collarbones, the graceful line of her neck still flushed from the kiss, the way her lips were still parted and shiny. Her hands lay limp on the sheets beside her, fingers twitching once as if she wanted to reach for him but didn’t dare without permission.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, voice rough with appreciation. “So small. So perfect. Look at you… already so obedient and you haven’t even been touched properly yet.” He climbed onto the bed slowly, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of her legs. His hands started at her ankles, sliding up with deliberate reverence — tracing the smooth skin above her socks, over her calves, the sensitive backs of her knees, then higher along her thighs until his fingers disappeared under the hem of her skirt. He pushed the fabric up inch by inch, exposing more and more of her pale skin, never rushing, just admiring.

Winter shivered under every touch, soft little gasps escaping her. She kept her arms at her sides, completely still, letting him explore like she was his personal doll. Her eyes never left his face, wide and glassy with submission, silently begging for more.

Matthew’s hands moved to the hem of her cropped blouse next. He hooked his fingers underneath and began peeling it upward, slowly revealing her flat stomach, the delicate lace of her bra, then finally pulling the blouse over her head and tossing it aside. Her breasts, small and firm with pretty pink nipples already hard from arousal, were fully exposed now. He groaned softly at the sight, palms cupping them gently at first, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks until Winter arched with a broken whimper.

“So pretty,” he praised under his breath, leaning down to kiss the valley between her breasts before sitting back again. His hands moved to her skirt next, unzipping it at the side and sliding it down her legs along with her panties in one smooth motion, leaving her completely bare except for the knee-high socks. He left those on — they looked sinful against her pale thighs. Winter lay there now, fully naked under his gaze, legs slightly parted, chest heaving, every inch of her flushed and trembling. She looked up at him with pure, absolute submission — no resistance, no shyness anymore, just soft, needy acceptance.

Matthew drank in the sight of her for one long, reverent moment: the delicate curve of her hips, the smooth mound between her legs already glistening, the way her nipples rose and fell with every shaky breath. Then he reached for his own shirt, pulling it off in one fluid motion, revealing the hard, sculpted body underneath. His voice was low, dark, and full of promise as he leaned over her again. “Time to give you exactly what you came for, Minjeong ah.”

Matthew’s shirt hit the floor with a soft rustle, revealing the hard, sculpted lines of his chest and abs, the faint trail of hair leading down into his sweatpants. He loomed over Winter like a predator who had all the time in the world, his eyes dark and ravenous as they dragged over her naked body again slow, deliberate, drinking in every trembling inch. Winter lay perfectly still beneath him on the massive king-sized bed, arms limp at her sides, legs parted just enough to be inviting. Her chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths, small breasts flushed pink, nipples tight and aching. The only movement was the faint quiver of her thighs and the way her fingers twitched helplessly against the silk sheets, as if she wanted to reach for him but didn’t dare without permission. Her hair fanned out across the pillow like a halo, and her wide, glassy eyes never left his face. Completely open, completely surrender, shining with pure, desperate need.

“Please…” Winter whispered again, her voice so soft and broken it was barely more than a breath. It wasn’t a demand. It was a plea, an offering, a syllable soaked in absolute submission. “Please touch me… I’ll be so good for you. I’ll stay right here and take everything. Just…please.”

Matthew’s smirk deepened, slow and satisfied. “Look at you,” he murmured, voice rough with lust as he climbed onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of her slender legs. “Already so fucking obedient. Laying there like a perfect little breeding toy, shaking and wet and waiting for me to ruin you.” He lowered himself over her, one knee pressing between her thighs to spread them wider, forcing her to open up even more for him. His large hands settled on her hips first, thumbs stroking the delicate bones there as if he was memorizing the exact shape of her. “You’re shaking, Minjeong-ah. You sure you’re ready for this?”

Winter nodded frantically, the motion small and eager, her lower lip caught between her teeth. “Yes… I’m ready. I want it so much it hurts inside. Please… I’ll be your good girl. I won’t move unless you tell me to. I won’t make a sound unless you want me to. Just… use me.”

Matthew groaned low in his throat at her words, the sounds vibrating through her entire body like a promise. One hand slid up her body in a slow possessive trail over her flat stomach, between her breasts, until his palm cupped her jaw, tilting her face up again. His thumbs brushed her swollen lip, and she parted her mouth instantly, tongue flicking out to taste his skin like an instinctive reflex of total surrender. “Good girl,” He praised, the words sinking straight into her core and making her whimper softly. Then he leaned down and kissed her again, deep and filthy claiming. Matthew’s tongue pushed past her lips without hesitation, stroking against hers in long, dominant strokes while his free hand roamed lower, palming one small breast and rolling the nipple between his fingers until Winter arched with a muffled cry in her mouth.

Winter melted completely under the kiss. Every ounce of tension left her body in a rush. Her arms stayed limp, her legs fell open wider, and she let Matthew devour her like she was nothing but warm, willing clay in his hands. Soft, needy little sounds spilled from her throat. High pitched whimpers and broken moans that she couldn’t hold back even if she tried. She kissed him back as best as she could, but it was clumsy and submissive, more like she was letting him take what he wanted than actively participating. Her eyes fluttered shit, tears of overwhelming pleasure already picking at the corners as her mind went blissfully blank. When he finally pulled away for air, a thin string of saliva connected their lips. Winter’s head lolled back against the pillow, lips parted, breathing ragged. “Thank you…” Winter whispered automatically, the words slipping out like a reflex. “Thank you for kissing me like that…”

Matthew chuckled darkly, clearly loving how far gone she already was. He kissed his way down her body next. Slow, open-mouth pressed along her jaw, her neck, her collarbones, sucking lightly at the sensitive skin until faint red marks bloomed like little claims of ownership. Winter’s hands fisted the sheets but never moved to touch him. She kept them exactly where they were, surrendering control entirely, her body arching only when he allowed it. When his mouth reached her breasts, he took one nipple between his lips and sucked hard, tongue flicking mercilessly while his hand kneaded the other. Winter’s back bowed off the bed with a sharp, keening moan, but she forced herself to stay as still as possible, whispering broken little “thank you’s” between gasps.

He moved lower still, kissing down the center of her stomach, tongue dipping into her navel for a teasing second before he settled between her spread thighs. His broad shoulders pushed her legs even wider apart, and he simply stared for a long, hungry moment at her glistening pussy — pink, puffy, already dripping down onto the sheets in shiny trails. The sight made him groan.

“So pretty and wet,” he murmured, voice thick. “Look at this little cunt… already leaking for me and I haven’t even tasted you yet.” He dragged his tongue up her slit in one long, slow stripe, groaning at the taste, and Winter’s entire body jerked hard. A broken sob tore from her throat as her thighs tried to close around his head — but she caught herself immediately and forced them open again, wider than before, offering herself completely like the perfect submissive doll she wanted to be. Matthew didn’t hold back. He ate her like a man starved — long, filthy licks that dragged from her entrance all the way up to her clit, sucking the swollen little bud into his mouth and flicking it rapidly with the tip of his tongue. Two thick fingers slid into her tight heat without warning, curling hard against that sensitive spot inside her, and Winter’s moans turned into desperate, continuous whimpers, her head thrashing side to side on the pillow. “I— I can’t— it feels too good— thank you, thank you, thank you—” The words spilled out between gasps, completely mindless, every syllable soaked in submission. Her walls clenched around his fingers like a vice, and Matthew’s eyes widened in genuine surprise.

“Fuck… Minjeong-ah, you’re so goddamn tight,” he growled against her pussy, voice muffled but awed. He tried to push a third finger in slowly, testing her, wanting to feel just how much she could take before he fucked her properly. But the moment the third finger breached her entrance, her walls squeezed down so hard it felt like they were trying to crush him — hot, silky, and impossibly tight, fluttering and pulsing around his digits like her body was desperate to keep him inside forever. He groaned loudly, the sound vibrating straight into her clit. “Jesus Christ… you’re squeezing me so fucking hard it feels like you’re trying to break my fingers. How the hell are you this tight? You’re gonna choke my cock when I finally give it to you.”

Winter let out a high, keening cry at his words, her hips twitching upward in tiny, helpless circles as fresh arousal gushed around his fingers. “I’m sorry— I can’t help it— I’ll try to relax— please don’t stop— I want you to feel how tight I am for you…” Her voice was shaking, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes now, but her legs stayed spread wide, knees trembling as she fought every instinct to close them. She was completely at his mercy, every muscle surrendered, every breath a soft, submissive whimper. Matthew kept working her relentlessly — tongue swirling and sucking on her clit while his three fingers pumped in and out, stretching her open as much as her vice-like walls would allow. The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth and fingers filled the bedroom, mixing with her broken moans and the distant hum of the city outside the windows. He curled his fingers again and again, hitting that perfect spot until her whole body started to seize.

When she came the first time, it hit her like a tidal wave. Her entire body seized up, thighs trembling violently around his shoulders, a high-pitched cry tearing from her lungs as she gushed around his fingers and tongue. Matthew didn’t stop — he kept licking and thrusting through it, drawing out every last shudder, every last sob, until she was a shaking, oversensitive mess beneath him, whispering “thank you” over and over like a prayer.

Only then did he pull back slightly, lips and chin shiny with her arousal, breathing hard. He looked up at her wrecked face — eyes glassy, cheeks tear-streaked, mouth open in a silent plea — and gave her one more long, slow lick from entrance to clit, making her jolt. “Such a good little submissive girl,” he praised, voice rough. “Cumming so hard just from my mouth and fingers… and still so fucking tight I can barely move them.” He slowly withdrew his fingers, watching the way her pussy clenched around nothing, trying to keep him inside. “You’re going to feel incredible when I finally breed you.”

Winter lay there panting, chest heaving, body limp and pliant, looking up at him with pure, absolute devotion. “Thank you… for making me feel so good… I’m ready now… please… Please breed me…”

Matthew shoved his sweatpants down just enough to free his thick, heavy cock — already rock-hard and leaking at the tip. He gripped her hips, pulling her down the bed until her ass was right at the edge, and rubbed the fat head of his cock up and down her soaked folds, teasing her clit until she was whimpering again. “Last chance to change your mind, Minjeong-ah,” he rasped, though his tone said he already knew the answer. “Once I’m inside you, I’m not pulling out until I’ve pumped you so full you’re leaking for days.” Winter looked up at him with glassy, tear-filled eyes, voice nothing but a soft, broken plea. “Please… breed me. Fill me up. Make me yours. I want it so bad… I’ll take every drop. I’ll be your good little breeding girl… please…”

Matthew’s control snapped. He pushed deep inside Winter in one relentless thrust, burying himself to the hilt to a point where Winter's belly bulged slightly. His sheer size completely stretched Winter’s impossibly tight walls as the wet and obscene sound of her soaked pussy swallowing every inch of his thick cock echoed through the master bedroom, followed by her broken and high-pitched cry. A sound so raw and submissive that it made his balls tighten. Winter’s entire body shook violently from the very first thrust. Her small body jolted hard on the silk sheets, her hair flying across the pillow, legs trembling uncontrollably where they were spread wide beneath him. Her walls clenched down like a vice, hot, silky, and so fucking tight it felt like her pussy was actively trying to crush him, milking his cock with rhythmic, desperate pulses that she couldn’t control even if she wanted to.

“Fuuuuck…” Matthew growled through gritted teeth, every muscle in his body tensing as he fought the sudden, overwhelming urge to groan out loud. He wasn’t a man who lost control easily — he had fucked Somi through her pregnancy cravings, railed Giselle senseless in every hole, having his entire cock fully inside Yunjin’s throat, and even spent an entire day mercilessly wrecking Twice Chaeyoung’s tiny body until she was a sobbing, cum-drenched mess who couldn’t walk for two days straight. But this? Winter’s cunt was on another level. So damn tight it bordered on painful, fluttering and squeezing around him like it was made to milk him dry the second he moved.

He pulled back slowly, savoring the way her walls clung to him, reluctant to let even an inch escape, then slammed back in with a powerful snap of his hips. Winter shook again — harder this time — a full-body tremor that made her small breasts jiggle and her thighs quiver against his sides. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream, eyes rolling back, but she still managed to whimper out the same submissive mantra she had been repeating since he first touched her.

“Thank you… thank you for fucking me… I’ll be good… I’ll take it all…”

Matthew’s jaw clenched so tight his teeth ached. He was trying — really trying — not to groan, but every single thrust dragged him dangerously closer to the edge way faster than he had expected. Her pussy was gripping him like a fist wrapped in wet velvet, pulsing and rippling around his cock with every deep stroke. The way she clenched when he bottomed out, the way her walls fluttered wildly when he dragged against that sensitive spot inside her — it was driving him insane. It reminded him so much of Chaeyoung. That same tiny, delicate idol body. That same deceptive tightness that felt like it was built to break men. He had ruined Chaeyoung for an entire day once — bending her over every surface in this very house, fucking her raw until she was leaking his cum from both holes and begging for more even while she cried from overstimulation. Winter felt exactly like that. Fragile. Submissive. Dangerously addictive.

He picked up the pace, hips snapping harder, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. Winter’s whole body jolted with every thrust now — her back arching off the bed, her small hands fisting the sheets so tightly her knuckles turned white, her legs shaking uncontrollably where they were wrapped loosely around his waist. She didn’t try to pull him closer or guide him; she just took it, completely limp and pliant beneath him, letting him use her like the perfect breeding toy she had promised to be. “Ah—! It’s so deep—!” she sobbed, voice cracking into a high, broken whimper. Tears slipped freely down her flushed cheeks, but her eyes stayed locked on his face, glassy and adoring. “Thank you… thank you for stretching me… I’m so tight for you… please don’t stop… please breed me deeper…” Matthew’s breath came in harsh pants. He was fighting it — fighting the groan building in his chest, fighting the way his balls were already drawing up tight, fighting the climax that was rushing up on him far too quickly. Every thrust made her walls squeeze him harder, like her body was instinctively trying to pull his cum straight out of him. The comparison to Chaeyoung flashed through his mind again — the way that tiny girl had milked him for hours, cumming over and over until she was a wrecked, drooling mess. Winter was doing the exact same thing, only she was even smaller, even tighter, and so much more submissive about it. She wasn’t just taking his cock; she was surrendering to it completely

He leaned down, caging her in with his arms, chest pressed to her small breasts as he fucked her harder, deeper, grinding against her clit with every stroke. The new angle made her shake even more violently — her thighs quivering nonstop, her pussy clenching so hard around him he had to bite back another groan.

“Jesus Christ, Minjeong…” he rasped against her ear, voice strained with the effort of holding himself together. “You’re squeezing me so fucking tight I can barely move. Feels like you’re trying to crush my cock… just like the others did when I wrecked them all day. You’re gonna make me cum faster than I want to, you know that?” Winter let out a needy, broken sob at his words, her walls fluttering wildly around him in response. “I’m sorry— I can’t help it— I’ll try to relax— but please… please cum inside me… I want it… I need your baby… fill me up until it takes… I’ll be your good little breeding girl…” Her voice was so soft, so utterly submissive, so desperate that it pushed him even closer to the edge. Matthew groaned despite himself this time — a low, guttural sound he couldn’t hold back anymore — and started pounding into her with short, brutal thrusts, the headboard slamming against the wall in rhythm with his hips. Winter’s entire body shook like a leaf in a storm with every single impact. Her small breasts bounced, her thighs trembled violently, fresh tears of overwhelming pleasure streamed down her face, but she never once tried to push him away or ask him to slow down. She just kept whispering the same broken, grateful words between moans.

“Thank you… thank you for using me… I’m yours… breed me… please breed me…”

Matthew could feel his climax barreling toward him now, every thrust dragging him closer, her vice-tight walls milking him relentlessly. He wasn’t going to last much longer. Not with how perfectly she was clenching around him. Not with how sweetly she was begging. He reached down between them, thumb finding her swollen clit and rubbing tight, fast circles while he kept fucking her deep and hard.

“Gonna fill you up, Minjeong ah,” he growled against her neck, teeth grazing her skin. “Gonna pump this tight little cunt so full of my cum you’ll be leaking for days. You ready to carry my baby like a good girl?” Winter’s answer was immediate, voice shattering into pure submission as another orgasm started building inside her. “Yes—! Please—! I’m ready— I’ll be so good— fill me— breed me— make me yours forever—!” Her walls clamped down even tighter around him, fluttering wildly, and Matthew knew he was done for. Every brutal thrust was pushing them both closer to the edge, her shaking, submissive body taking everything he gave her exactly the way she had promised — completely, gratefully, and without a single ounce of resistance.

Matthew’s hips snapped forward again and again, each powerful thrust driving his thick cock impossibly deeper into Winter’s vice-tight heat. Her walls were still fluttering wildly around him, squeezing and rippling like they were trying to pull him in even further, milking every inch with desperate, uncontrollable pulses. He was fighting it — fighting the groan building in his chest, fighting the way his balls drew up tighter with every stroke — but it was a losing battle. Winter felt too perfect, too fucking addictive. “Minjeong…” he rasped, voice rough and strained as he leaned down closer, forearms braced on either side of her head so he could watch her face. “Fuck, Minjeong… you’re so goddamn tight. Your little pussy is choking my cock like it never wants to let go.” Winter’s only response was a broken, submissive whimper, her silver hair sticking to her tear-streaked cheeks. Her small body jolted hard with every deep plunge, thighs quivering violently where they were wrapped loosely around his waist. She kept her arms limp at her sides exactly like she had promised, fingers weakly clutching the sheets, completely surrendering as he used her. He changed the angle slightly, tilting her hips up with both hands so he could drive even deeper. The head of his cock pressed right against her cervix on the next thrust — that soft, resistant barrier at the very end of her channel — and Winter’s eyes flew wide open.

“Ah!!!!” she cried out, the sound shattering into a high, needy sob. “It’s so deep… you’re hitting so deep inside me… thank you… thank you for going so deep…”

Matthew groaned despite himself, the sound low and guttural. He started fucking her with short, brutal, grinding thrusts now — keeping the head of his cock pressed firmly against her cervix on every stroke, rubbing and pressing against that sensitive spot like he was trying to force his way through it. The wet, filthy slap of his hips against her ass filled the room, mixing with the obscene squelching sounds of her soaked pussy and her continuous, broken whimpers.

“Minjeong… that’s it… take it right there,” he growled, eyes locked on her face. “Feel me knocking on your womb? That’s where I’m gonna put it. Gonna flood this tight little cunt until your belly swells with my cum.”

Winter’s body started shaking harder, every muscle trembling uncontrollably as another orgasm built fast and violent inside her. Her back arched off the bed in tiny, helpless jerks, small breasts bouncing with each impact, nipples tight and flushed. Fresh tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, but her gaze never left his — glassy, adoring, utterly submissive. “Please… please cum inside me, Minjeong wants it so bad…” she sobbed softly, voice cracking. “I’ll be good… I’ll carry it… I’ll be your perfect breeding girl… just please fill me up…” Matthew’s pace grew erratic, hips slamming harder, deeper, the head of his cock battering her cervix with every thrust. He could feel his climax rushing up on him like a freight train — too fast, too intense — but he didn’t fight it anymore. He wanted this. He wanted to ruin her exactly like he had ruined the others, only this time he was going to breed the tiny, submissive idol who was begging so sweetly beneath him.

“Minjeong… fuck, I’m close,” he snarled through gritted teeth. “Gonna cum so deep… gonna pump you full…”

He drove in one final time — impossibly deep, the fat head of his cock pressed flush against her cervix — and held there, grinding in tight circles as his orgasm crashed over him.

The first powerful spurt exploded straight against her womb. Winter screamed. It wasn’t a moan or a cry — it was a raw, shattered scream that tore from her throat as her entire body arched violently off the bed. Her back bowed so sharply it looked like some invisible force was lifting her, only her shoulders and heels still touching the mattress. Her small frame shook uncontrollably, thighs clamping around his waist like a vice while her pussy spasmed wildly around his pulsing cock. Her eyes rolled back completely, whites showing as wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure ripped through her. At the same time, her juices sprayed out in hot, forceful gushes — clear, slick fluid squirting hard around his cock with every brutal pulse of his release. It soaked his lower abs and chest in warm, messy streaks, dripping down his skin as she kept cumming harder than she ever had in her life.

Matthew groaned loud and deep, the sound vibrating through both of them as he kept grinding against her cervix, pumping rope after thick, heavy rope of cum straight into her womb. He could feel the way her belly swelled slightly from the sheer volume — a small, obscene bulge forming just below her navel with every powerful spurt. The warmth spread deep inside her, filling her so completely that excess cum started leaking out around his shaft despite how tightly she was clenching. “Minjeong… take every drop,” he growled against her neck, teeth grazing her skin as he kept thrusting through his orgasm, short, shallow pumps that pushed his seed even deeper. “That’s it… feel how full you are? That’s me breeding you… filling this perfect little womb like you begged me to…”

Winter’s scream melted into broken, sobbing moans, her body still arched high and trembling violently. Her pussy fluttered and milked him relentlessly, squeezing out every last spurt as if her body was determined to keep it all inside. More of her juices kept spraying in weaker, pulsing gushes, soaking his chest and the sheets beneath them until the air smelled like sex and her sweet arousal. She stayed like that for what felt like forever — back arched, eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent cry — completely lost in the overwhelming sensation of being bred so thoroughly. Tears streamed down her temples, mixing with the sweat on her flushed skin, but her expression was one of pure, blissful submission.

Matthew kept grinding deep inside her even after the last powerful spurt finally faded, making sure every drop stayed right where it belonged. His hands stroked her trembling sides, thumbs brushing over the slight bulge in her lower belly where his cum had filled her so completely. “Such a good girl, Minjeong,” he murmured, voice hoarse and satisfied as he finally lowered her gently back down onto the mattress. Her body was still twitching with aftershocks, pussy clenching weakly around his softening cock, trying to keep him inside. “Look at you… all fucked out and full of my cum. You took it so perfectly.”

Winter could only whimper softly in response, eyes still half-lidded and glassy, body limp and pliant beneath him. Her small hands finally moved — just enough to weakly clutch at his shoulders — as if she needed to hold onto something to stay grounded in the overwhelming afterglow. She had never felt so completely used. So completely owned and she had never wanted anything more.

Matthew stayed buried deep inside her for a long moment, his thick cock still twitching with the last weak pulses of his orgasm, her impossibly tight walls fluttering around him like they refused to let even a single drop escape. Winter’s body was still arched high off the mattress, trembling violently in the aftershocks, her small belly slightly swollen from the sheer volume of cum he had pumped straight against her cervix. Her eyes were glassy, unfocused, tears still slipping silently down her temples as soft, broken whimpers escaped her parted lips. He finally lowered her gently back down onto the silk sheets, but he didn’t pull out. Instead he stayed sheathed to the hilt, grinding slow and deep, making sure every last rope of his seed stayed pressed right where it belonged.

“Minjeong,” he murmured, voice low and rough but surprisingly gentle as he brushed damp strands of silver hair from her flushed face. “That was perfect. You took my cum so beautifully… but we’re not done. Not even close.” Winter’s breath hitched. She blinked slowly, trying to focus on his face through the haze of overwhelming pleasure and exhaustion. Her body felt boneless, wrecked, every muscle limp and quivering.

Matthew leaned down, pressing a surprisingly tender kiss to her forehead before his voice dropped into that dominant, matter-of-fact tone again. “One load isn’t enough to guarantee a baby. Not even close. Your body needs to be flooded. Over and over. Until it has no choice but to take. There’s no time to rest, baby. I’m going to keep breeding you until I’m sure it sticks.”

The words sank in slowly. Winter’s eyes widened just a fraction as the full weight of Giselle’s earlier warning finally hit her like cold water. He’s intense. Possessive. Once he starts, he doesn’t stop until you’re ruined. She had thought she understood. She had told herself she was ready. But feeling it — the brutal stretch, the way her body had been used so completely, the way even now her pussy was still clenching greedily around his softening cock like it wanted more — she finally understood why Giselle had looked so serious on that balcony. This wasn’t gentle. This wasn’t careful. This was a raw, relentless claim. For one terrifying heartbeat, fear flickered in her chest. Her thighs trembled harder. Her breath shook.

But then she thought of Karina.

Karina’s quiet, wistful smiles when she thought no one was watching. The way she sometimes stared at babies in the airport with that soft, longing look she tried to hide. The secret late-night conversations where Karina had admitted, voice barely above a whisper, that the one thing idol life had stolen from her was the chance to be a mom. Winter’s eyes softened. The fear melted away, replaced by something fiercer, deeper — pure, obsessive love.She didn’t care how brutal it got. She didn’t care if she couldn’t walk tomorrow. She didn’t care if Matthew wrecked her so thoroughly she’d be leaking his cum for days. This was for Karina. For their dream. For the secret family they would build together, hidden from the world.

Winter looked up at Matthew with new, glassy determination shining through the tears. Her voice came out small, hoarse, but steady with absolute submission. “I understand… I don’t care how much it hurts. I don’t care if I break. Please… keep going. Breed me until it takes. I’ll be good. I’ll take everything. For Karina… and for me.” Matthew’s eyes darkened with fresh hunger at her words. He pulled out slowly, watching the thick rush of his cum leak from her stretched hole, then flipped her over onto her stomach with effortless strength. “Good girl,” he growled. “Then let’s make sure it sticks.”

He dragged her hips up until she was on her knees, chest pressed to the mattress, ass raised high — the perfect, vulnerable doggystyle position. Winter didn’t resist. She simply let him position her like a doll, arms limp, face turned to the side on the pillow, already breathing faster in anticipation. Matthew gripped both of her slim wrists, pulling them back and locking them together behind her like handlebars. He used the leverage to yank her upper body off the bed, forcing her spine into a deep, obscene arch. Then he slammed back inside her in one brutal thrust. Winter’s scream was muffled into the pillow, but her body jolted violently. The new angle let him go even deeper, the head of his cock battering her cervix again and again as he started fucking her with merciless, punishing strokes.

For the next thirty minutes, the master bedroom was filled with nothing but the wet, filthy sounds of skin slapping skin, Winter’s broken, submissive whimpers, and Matthew’s low, possessive growls.

He railed her without mercy — long, deep strokes that made her small body shake like a leaf, her arms pulled tight behind her as he used them for leverage. Her silver hair stuck to her sweat-slicked back. Her tiny breasts swayed and bounced beneath her with every savage thrust. Her pussy clenched and fluttered around him, still impossibly tight, still gushing fresh arousal down her thighs even as she sobbed into the sheets. She was completely broken now — eyes half-lidded and unfocused, mouth open in a constant stream of soft, wrecked “thank you’s” and “please breed me’s,” body arched so perfectly it looked like she was being held up only by his grip on her arms and the relentless pounding of his cock. Matthew didn’t slow down once. He fucked her like a man on a mission — like he was determined to imprint himself on her womb. Every time she shook too hard or her legs gave out, he simply hauled her back up by the arms and drove deeper, praising her in that rough, filthy voice.

“That’s it, Minjeong… take it. Let me break this tight little pussy until it only knows my cock.”

The sound of the bathroom door opening upstairs barely registered.

Giselle stepped into the master bedroom doorway exactly thirty minutes later, hair still damp from her shower, wearing nothing but one of Matthew’s oversized black shirts that barely reached her thighs. She had expected to walk in on something intense — maybe Matthew already starting round two, maybe Winter shy and overwhelmed.

She was not prepared for this.

Winter was on all fours in the center of the massive bed, back arched so deeply her spine looked like it might snap, arms pulled straight back and locked in Matthew’s iron grip like handlebars. Her face was turned slightly toward the door — eyes rolled back, tears streaming, mouth open in a silent, broken cry as Matthew pounded into her from behind with brutal, unforgiving force. Her small body jolted forward with every thrust, breasts swinging wildly, pussy stretched obscenely around his thick cock. Cum from the first round was already leaking down her thighs in messy white streaks, mixing with her own juices. She looked utterly, beautifully destroyed

Giselle froze in the doorway, eyes wide. “You really did a number on her…” she breathed, voice a mix of shock, awe, and something darker — heat. Matthew glanced over his shoulder mid-thrust, sweat glistening on his chest, and gave her that familiar predatory smirk without slowing down even a little. “She is super tight,” he grunted, yanking Winter’s arms back harder so her arched back curved even more. “She’s been such a good girl, though. Begging the whole time.”

Winter let out a soft, wrecked whimper at the sound of Giselle’s voice, but she didn’t turn her head. She couldn’t. Her body was too far gone, completely lost in the brutal rhythm. Giselle stepped fully into the room, letting the shirt slip from her shoulders and pool at her feet. Her own body was still marked from two nights ago — faint bruises on her wrists, faint hickeys on her neck — but she moved with confident, hungry grace as she climbed onto the bed.

She crawled forward until she was right in front of Winter’s face, cupping the younger girl’s tear-streaked cheek with gentle fingers.

“Look at you, Minjeong,” Giselle whispered, voice soft but dripping with affection and lust. “Already so broken and so perfect. You’re doing so well… taking him like this for Karina. For all of us.”

Winter’s glassy eyes met hers for a brief second — pure, shattered submission shining through — and she managed one tiny, grateful nod before another brutal thrust made her cry out again. Giselle leaned in and kissed her softly, swallowing the next broken moan, while Matthew kept fucking her senseless from behind, the three of them finally connected in the way Somi had always envisioned.

The secret circle had just grown.

And the night was still young.

The massive king-sized bed felt too big and too cold without his weight sinking into it. The living room sectional sat empty, no longer the stage for their late-night sessions. Even the secret breeding house deep in the woods felt lonelier than ever, its vanilla-scented candles unlit and the breeding thrown waiting silently for the man who had first claimed Somi there and brought the little Aria to life. She had spent those long nights wandering the halls in nothing but oversized white button-up shirts, the fabric soft against her skin and barely skimming the tops of her thighs, her full and heavy breasts pressing against the thin material. Her entire body automatically sensitive whenever her thoughts drifted too far into the memories of him filling her over and over again until she swelled with his child.

But Somi wasn’t sad about it. She knows Matthew faced the same situation every time she had to go overseas or Giselle or Yunjin had a world tour. That’s why she wasn’t sad, especially today.

She stood barefoot in the sunlit living room, the late afternoon light pouring through the tall floor-to-ceiling windows catching on the faint damp spots already forming on the front of Matthew’s white button-up shirt that she wore like a dress. The fabric clung to her curves, the hem riding up just enough to tease the soft curve of her ass and the smooth, bare skin between her thighs. Every time she moved, the cool air kissed her already slick pussy, sending little shivers up her spine. A soft, proud smile curved her full lips as she scrolled through her phone one last time, pulling up the latest press release from the Jeju shoot and then from the Milan feature that had gone viral overnight. There he was. Matthew Douma. Listed by name in bold letters, not just “Jeon Somi’s father” anymore. The headlines called him “The breakout male model of the season” praised his sharp jawline that could cut glass, his commanding presence that made every camera love him, the way he owned every frame like he owned every inch of her body when he fucked her senseless.

She had seen the comments flooding in. Fans gushing about his visuals, brands already lining up for the next campaign, industry insiders whispering that he was the next big thing. Her chest swelled with a fierce, possessive warmth that made her nipples tighten against his shirt. She had given him everything. Her virginity on the very first night they did it in their first home, her first child, her womb stretched and filled until Aria was born perfect and healthy. She had been the one who pushed him for modeling, to remind him that he was more than just her dad, more than just a man who bred her in secret. And now the world was finally seeing the man she had always known. The one who could make idols like her, Giselle, Yunjin, and soon many others drop to their knees without a single word. It felt like the ultimate validation. Her father was stepping out of her shadow and into the spotlight, and it only made Somi wetter knowing she was the reason he had the confidence to do it all. She felt a quiet thrill run through her at the thought that no one else in the world knew the real side of him. The side that belonged only to her and the girls she chose to share him with.

Her phone buzzed in her hand, pulling her out of the warm glow of pride. The screen lit up with an incoming video call from her mother. Somi’s face instantly softened into pure adoration as she answered, propping the phone against a vase on the coffee table so she could pace a little while she talked, the shirt riding up higher with each step.

“Eomma! Aria-ya!” Somi cooed, sweet voice and melodic, the same tone she used on stage but softer, more intimate, dripping with mother’s love. Her mother’s warm, knowing smile filled half the frame, and there—cradled securely in her lap—was little Jeon Aria, barely a few months old, with the same bright, curious eyes as her father and a tiny tuft of dark hair already starting to curl at the ends. The baby let out a delighted squeal the second she spotted Somi on the screen, chubby arms waving wildly as if trying to reach through the phone, her little legs kicking excitedly.

“Hi, my perfect little princess,” Somi whispered, leaning closer until her nose almost touched the screen, her own eyes sparkling. “Mommy misses you so much it hurts right here.” She pressed a hand to her chest, right over her leaking breast. “Look at you… you’re getting so big already, baby. Those cheeks are so chubby and cute. Daddy’s coming home tonight, did you know that? He’s been working so hard in Paris and Milan and Jeju, taking so many pictures and making everyone fall in love with him just like we do. When he gets here he’s going to come see his favorite girl soon. You’re gonna have so many cuddles and kisses, I promise. And Mommy’s gonna make sure he rests… eventually.”

Aria gurgled happily, tiny fists grabbing at the air toward the screen, and Somi’s heart melted all over again, a soft laugh bubbling out of her. Her mother chuckled on the other end, gently bouncing the baby on her knee and adjusting the little pink onesie Aria was wearing. “She’s been extra fussy the last couple of days, Somi-ya. Keeps staring at the door like she knows someone important is missing. Every time I play that video of Matthew’s voice she calms down right away. You two be careful tonight, okay? Don’t stay up too late… and make sure Appa eats something real before you wear him out completely. I know how these ‘welcome home’ nights go with you.”

Somi laughed, cheeks flushing a soft pink as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, the motion making the shirt slip off one shoulder and expose the top swell of her breast. “We’ll be good… mostly. I’ll make sure he rests. Tell Aria Mommy and Daddy love her more than anything in the world. Give her a big kiss from me, okay? And from Daddy too.” She blew a big exaggerated kiss at the screen, watching Aria’s eyes light up again and her tiny mouth open in a gummy smile before her mother ended the call with a knowing little wink and a soft “Love you, baby. Be safe.”

The second the screen went black, the loving-mom glow in Somi’s eyes shifted into something darker, hungrier, the heat in her belly flaring hotter. She set the phone down on the coffee table and glanced around the living room, already picturing exactly how tonight would unfold. The vanilla-scented candles were lit and flickering softly on every surface—mantel, side tables, even the wide windowsill—filling the air with that warm, sweet smell that always reminded her of the first time Matthew had bent her over this very couch and bred her so deep she felt it for days afterward. The massive sectional had been pushed back to give them plenty of room on the plush rug. Four matching black silk robes lay folded neatly on the ottoman—tiny, slippery things that would drop to the floor in half a second the moment he walked in, leaving nothing but bare skin and needy eyes.

Somi’s fingers trembled just a little with excitement as she opened her messages and started typing in the group chat with Yunjin and Giselle.

Somi: Matthew’s flight lands in an hour. I need you two to come to the mansion tonight. We’ll do a welcome-home surprise for him tonight.

Giselle: Urgh, finally 😩 I feel like I’m going loco loco if I have to wait another week without him.

Yunjin: You’re such horny bitch, Aeri.

Giselle: Says the one who keeps saying her throat feels empty at any moment.

Somi can’t help but let out a small chuckle reading the texts that they sent.

Somi: Aeri, can you bring Minjeong as well. Just tell her it’s just a chill girls’ night. Nothing crazy but we all know how these nights go with us. Just make sure she’s ready for what’s coming.

Giselle: Oh ho! A fivesome?! 😈 Now this is what I’m talking about. Do not worry, I'll make sure our Minjeongie is ready

Yunjin: Wait, fivesome?! Don’t you think he might be too exhausted for all of us tonight?

Somi: Oh Jen, you clearly don’t know about your boyfriend at all. Didn’t I tell you that he fucked all of Twice members for 3 days without stopping? So the four of us are like an appetizer for him.

Yunjin: oh… yeah totally forgot about that. Alright, I’ll come to the mansion after I’m done with my schedule. 30 minutes.

Giselle: Yeah, same. But, we might be a bit late since we are celebrating Karina’s birthday right now.

Somi: It’s okay. You two take your time, I’ll be waiting and get some things ready for us.

Somi could already imagine Giselle smirking at her phone, already plotting exactly how to hand-deliver Winter like a perfect, innocent little gift. Winter showing up nervous but dripping with desire, she never met Matthew after that one night she spent with him and Giselle. Somi set the phone down and walked over to the full-length mirror by the entrance, turning slowly to check her reflection. The shirt rode up completely now, exposing the soft curve of her ass and the faint marks that Matthew had left the last time he was at home. Her nipples were already stiff against the fabric.

She reached up and cupped one of her heavy breasts through the shirt, thumb brushing over the sensitive peak. A soft, needy sigh escaped her lips as she pinched lightly as she let her other hand slide lower, fingers brushing over her bare pussy, feeling how wet she already was just from thinking about him walking through the door.

“Daddy’s coming home,” Somi whispered to her own reflection, voice low and dripping with promise, eyes dark with lust, “and tonight… all four of us are going to show him exactly how much we missed him.”

The candles flickered softly, casting warm shadows across the room. The mansion waited in perfect silence and Somi could already feel the heat building between her thighs, slick and ready for the exact moment his key would turn in the lock and the robes would drop.

30 minutes later, the soft chime of the mansion’s front door echoed through the quiet halls. Yunjin stepped inside, a small overnight bag slung over her shoulder and her hair tied back in a loose ponytail. She was dressed in a comfortable sweats and a cropped hoodie, looking every bit like she had just come from a casual practice session. Her eyes scanned the room before landing on Somi, who was in the open kitchen area. She arranged a simple spread on a marble island and kept it light and casual. Fresh fruit, some cheese and crackers, a few kimbap rolls she had quickly put together from the fridge leftovers, and a chilled bottle of soju on the side. A small, knowing smile tugged at Yunjin’s lips as she greeted Somi softly, “Hey, babe!” she closed the door behind her with a quiet click. “Smells good in here already. You didn’t have to prepare all of this.”

Somi turned, wiping her hands on a dish towel, her expression brightening at the sight of Yunjin. “Hey, Jen! You’re here. Perfect timing! I just wanted something simple, come help me finish setting the table.” Yunjin nodded and set her bag down by the couch, walking over to join her at the island. They worked side by side in comfortable silence for a moment. Yunjin arranged the fruit platter while Somi poured water into the glasses. “How was the ride over?” Somi asked, keeping her voice light. “Any schedules run late today?”

“Not really,” Yunjin replied, placing a few strawberries neatly on the plate. “Just the usual vocal warm-up this morning. I’ve been… practicing other things too, like you said.” She glanced up briefly, a faint blush coloring her cheeks, but she didn’t elaborate. Instead, she reached for another cracker and added, “The house feels different when he’s not here. Quieter.” Somi hummed in agreement, her fingers brushing Yunjin’s as they both reached for the same bowl. “It does, but he’ll be here soon. I can’t wait to see his face when he walks in.” They continued chatting quietly about small things — a funny story from Yunjin’s recent dance practice, how Aria had started grabbing at toys more actively during the video call earlier — keeping the mood relaxed and normal. Somi felt the familiar warmth of having her girls around, the kind of easy comfort that always settled in before everything else began.

About 15 minutes later, the doorbell rang again.

Somi wiped her hands once more and headed towards the entrance, Yunjin trailing behind her curiously. When she opened the door, Giselle stood there in a simple oversized sweater and leggings, looking effortlessly cool as always. Right beside her was Winter, dressed in a soft pastel hoodie and jeans, a small tote bag clutched in her hands and her expression a mix of polite curiosity and slight nervousness. Winter’s eyes darted around the grand entryway for a second before she offered a shy smile. “Hey, babe!” Giselle said calmly, stepping inside first and giving Somi a quick hug. “We’re here. Traffic was lighter than I thought.” She glanced back at Winter and added in the same even tone. “Minjeong ah, come in. It’s just us tonight.”

Winter nodded, bowing slightly to Somi as she entered. “Thank you for inviting me, Somi.” Somi smiled warmly, closing the door behind them and gesturing toward the living room. “Of course, Minjeong-ah. I’m glad you could make it. We don’t get to do this often, just the girls hanging out. Make yourself comfortable. Yunjin’s already here helping with some snacks.”

The four of them moved into the living room together and settled around the coffee table. Somi took her usual spot on the sectional, tucking one leg underneath while the oversized shirt rode up slightly on her thighs. Yunjin flopped down beside her with a plate of fruit in her hand. Giselle guided Winter to sit right next to her on the other side, keeping things close and casual. The platters were passed around, and for a few minutes they simply ate and talked about light, everyday things. The latest variety show they had all seen the clips of, a funny moment from a recent photoshoot, and how the weather had been unusually warm for spring.

Somi leaned forward, popping a strawberry into her mouth before turning her attention fully to Winter with a gentle, curious smile. “So Minjeong ah… I’ve been meaning to ask you something. What was your first experience with my father like? I want every single detail. Winter blinked, cheeks turning a faint pink as she set down her glass of water. She glanced quickly at Giselle, who gave her a small reassuring nod, before answering softly. “It… it was a lot,” Winter whispered at first, voice shy and breathy. Then she glanced at Somi, saw the expectant, almost proud look on her face, and something in her cracked open. “I was so nervous when I walked in. I mean… I knew he was big from the way Aeri-unnie described him, but when I saw him for the first time, I knew he’s your father… It made my stomach flip. He asked me straight up, “So you want me to breed you?” and I just… nodded. I told him that he can be rough with me. That I wanted him to ruin me.”

Somi nodded, her expression warm and encouraging, not pushing too hard. “When he finally inside me…” Winter shivered, voice dropping to a whisper. “God… He was so deep that I could feel him in my stomach. There was this bulge, right here…” Winter pressed a hand low on her abdomen. “Every thrust made it show. I can’t even stop cumming all over him, like, three times or maybe more. I came so hard that I saw stars, and he just kept going.” Somi let out a bright, delighted laugh, leaning back against the cushions. “That sounds like him. Once he starts, he doesn’t stop until you’re dripping.”

The four of them kept chatting comfortably, the candlelight flickering across their faces as they shared small stories and laughed at little things. Winter slowly opened up more, asking Somi about what it was like balancing idol life with being a mom, while Giselle and Yunjin added their own comments about recent practices and how nice it was to have a night with no managers watching. The food slowly disappeared from the platters, the soju bottle remained unopened for now, and the atmosphere stayed perfectly relaxed.

[A few hours later…]

The automatic doors of Incheon International Airport slid open with a soft whoosh, releasing Matthew into the cool evening air of South Korea. After 10 exhausting days of back-to-back flights, runaway walks, and endless hours under hot studio lights, the familiar humidity and faint scent of pine from the nearby hills hit him like a quiet welcome. He paused just outside the terminal, rolling suitcase handles in one hand, carry-on slung over his shoulders and simply breathed it in. No more foreign cities, no more hotel rooms that smelled of generic air freshener and jet lag. This was home. This distant hum of Seoul-bound traffic mixed with the chatter of late-night arrivals, and for a long moment he stood there, eyes closed, letting the Korean breeze brush across his face and ruffle his slightly messy hair. His body still carried the faint traces of cologne from the final Jeju shoot, but underneath it all he could already feel the pull of the mansion waiting for him.

He pulled his phone, the screen lighting up with notifications he had ignored during the flight. A smile tugged at his lips as he opened the messages and typed a quick note to his daughter, Somi.

Matthew: Hey, baby. I just landed in Incheon. I’m on my way back to the mansion. I can’t wait to see you, I miss you so much.

He hit send, slipped the phone back into his pocket, and started walking toward the private car that had been arranged for him. The driver was already waiting with a polite nod, loading his bags into the trunk while Matthew settled into the back seat. As the car pulled away from the terminal, he leaned his head against the window, watching the city lights begin to blur past. Ten days felt like a lifetime, but the thought of walking through that familiar front door kept a steady warmth building in his chest.

Back at the mansion, the four girls were still settled comfortably around the coffee table, the conversation flowing easily as the platters of fruit and kimbap slowly emptied. The vanilla candle had burned a little lower, casting a softer, more intimate glow across the living room. Somi had shifted to a more relaxed position on the sectional, Yunjin was sprawled out beside her, laughing at something Giselle had just said about a clumsy moment during a group rehearsal. Winter, now fully at ease after the initial shyness, was nibbling on a piece of cheese while listening intently, her pastel hoodie sleeves pushed up as she gestured with her hands.

Somi was in the middle of sharing a lighthearted story about Aria’s latest attempts to roll over during tummy time when her phone vibrated on the cushion next to her. She glanced down casually, expecting another message from her mother, but her heart gave a quick, excited skip when she saw Matthew’s name on the screen. She read the text once, then twice, a private little smile spreading across her face as the anticipation she had been holding back all evening finally surged forward.

“Girls,” Somi said, her voice bright and warm as she looked up from the phone, “Daddy’s here. He just landed at Incheon and he’s on his way here right now.”

The words landed softly but had an immediate effect. Yunjin sat up a little straighter, her eyes lighting up with quiet excitement. Giselle’s expression stayed calm on the surface, but the corner of her mouth curved in that subtle, knowing way she always had when something good was about to happen. Winter blinked, tilting her head slightly as she processed the news, still under the impression this was simply a relaxed evening with friends.

Somi set the phone down and leaned forward, her tone gentle yet laced with that underlying energy only the three of them fully understood. “He’ll probably be here in about forty minutes or so, depending on traffic. That means we have just enough time to get ready for him.” She stood up smoothly, the hem of the white shirt brushing against her thighs, and gestured toward the ottoman where the four neatly folded black silk robes had been waiting all evening. “I picked these out earlier today. They’re super soft and comfortable — perfect for a cozy night in. Let’s change into them now so everything feels nice and relaxed when he walks through the door.” She picked up the top robe and held it out, the black silk catching the candlelight with a subtle shimmer. “Especially you, Minjeong ah,” Somi added softly, meeting the younger girl’s eyes with a reassuring smile. “You are the main course for tonight.”

Giselle rose first, her movements graceful as she accepted the robe from Somi’s outstretched hand. The silk whispered against her fingers, cool and inviting. She flashed a knowing smile at the group before slipping away toward the guest room, the door just a few steps from the dimly lit hallway. Yunjin followed suit, standing with a playful sway in her hips, taking her robe and trailing her fingertips along the fabric as if already savoring its touch. She winked at Minjeong on her way past, then disappeared into the room. Winter was last, already knowing from the beginning what was going to happen tonight, unfolding herself from the couch with a quiet elegance, her eyes lingering on the shimmering black before she claimed hers and joined the rest.

The guest room door clicked softly behind them, muffling the faint rustle of clothes being shed. Inside, the air felt warmer, charged with anticipation as they each peeled away their everyday layers. Minutes later, the door opened again, and they emerged one by one into the candlelit living room. Somi watched, her breath catching slightly at the sight. The black silk hugged Giselle's lithe frame perfectly, accentuating the dip of her waist and the subtle flare of her hips, the neckline dipping low enough to tease the tops of her breasts. Yunjin's robe wrapped around her fuller curves like a second skin, the material shifting with each step to highlight the roundness of her ass and the way her thighs pressed together. Winter's version flowed elegantly over her slender body, the silk molding to her small, perky tits and trailing down to skim her calves, exuding a quiet sensuality that made Somi's pulse quicken.

Somi beamed, pulling Winter into a quick, gentle hug before guiding all of them back to the living room. You all look perfect. Now we just wait and keep things light until he gets here. I’m gonna change mine real quick.”

The clock ticked softly in the background, marking the minutes until the sound of tires crunching on the gravel driveway broke the quiet. Headlights swept across the windows before it disappeared, then came the familiar jingle of keys at the front door. The lock turned with a click, and the door swung open, letting in a rush of cool night air. Matthew stepped inside, his broad shoulders filling the frame. He kicked the door shut behind him, exhaling the exhaustion of the long flight and the drive from the airport. The dim glow from the living room caught his eyes, and he paused, setting the bag down as he took in the scene. There they were, Somi and other three women that he has made love with, arranged like a tableau of temptation, their gazes locking onto him with an intensity that pinned him in place. His heart stuttered, a mix of surprise and something deeper stirring in his chest as he froze in the entryway.

“Welcome home, Daddy…” Somi purred, her voice is like a silken thread wrapping around the room, low and laced with heat. She uncrossed her legs slowly, letting the robe shift just enough to draw his eyes downward. Matthew's throat tightened, his eyes darting from one to the other. Giselle’s sultry half-smile, Yunjin’s bold stare, Winter’s wide-eyed focus that somehow amplified the tension. He swallowed hard, his voice coming out rougher than intended. “What…What’s going on here?”

Somi rose from the sofa with fluid grace, the silk whispering against her skin as she closed the distance between them. She stopped just inches away, close enough for him to catch the faint scent of her perfume mingling with the warmth radiating from her body. Her hand reached out, fingers brushing lightly against his chest, feeling the rapid beat beneath his shirt. "We've been waiting for you," she murmured, her breath warm against his ear, eyes gleaming with promise. "All evening. Let us take care of you now.” The others shifted subtly behind her—Giselle uncurling her legs, Yunjin leaning forward with parted lips, Winter biting her lower lip as she watched. The air thickened, heavy with unspoken desires, the candles casting dancing lights that played over their forms like an invitation to sin. Matthew's resistance wavered, his hand instinctively rising to cup Somi's waist, the silk smooth under his palm as the pull of the moment drew him deeper into the room.

Matthew's fingers tightened slightly on Somi's waist, the silk barrier doing little to hide the heat of her skin beneath. He let her guide him further into the living room, the door clicking shut behind them, sealing out the world and amplifying the intimate hush. The girls' eyes followed his every step, their postures shifting in subtle invitation—Giselle arching her back just enough to press her breasts against the robe's fabric, Yunjin parting her thighs a fraction wider, Winter's fingers twisting the hem of her robe as if to steady herself. Somi pressed closer, her body brushing against his in a way that sent a jolt through him. She tilted her head up, lips curving into a teasing smile. “Have you had anything to eat yet? If not, there's some light bites waiting in the kitchen. Or…” Her voice dropped lower, eyes flicking toward the others with a playful glint. “You could start with what I've arranged right here.”

He exhaled slowly, his gaze lingering on her mouth before sweeping over the room. “I grabbed something on the drive, but this…” Matthew shook his head, a low chuckle escaping despite the tension coiling in his gut. “I wasn't expecting a reception like this. Especially not with her.” His eyes settled on Winter, who met his stare without flinching, her cheeks flushing a soft pink under the candlelight. Somi's hand slid up his arm, nails grazing lightly through his shirt. “I made sure she came along tonight. It adds that extra layer of indulgence, doesn't it? Makes the whole evening so much richer for you.” She leaned in, her breath ghosting his neck, before pulling back with a wink.

Matthew's pulse thrummed as he took a moment to really look at them, starting with Somi—her robe clinging to the generous swell of her chest, the way it hugged her hips like it was made for his hands. Then Giselle, all sleek lines and confident poise, the silk outlining the pert peaks of her nipples as she breathed. Yunjin next, her curves more pronounced, the robe riding up to expose the creamy skin of her inner thigh, her lips parted in silent anticipation. And finally Winter, delicate yet captivating, the fabric draping over her small frame to accentuate the gentle rise of her breasts and the subtle dip between her legs.

Somi watched him, reading the hunger in his eyes, the way his jaw clenched as he weighed his options. She stepped back slightly, gesturing to the group with an open palm. “I can tell you've decided. So, who catches your eye first? Which one do you want to savor?”

The room held its breath, the air thick with expectation, every gaze turning to him as the night promised to unfold in ways he'd only dreamed of.

He took a slow step forward, then another, Somi falling into step beside him with that familiar, knowing sway in her hips. The silk of her robe whispered against her skin with every movement, the candle flames dancing across the fabric and turning the room into something almost dreamlike. His body responded instantly, the front of his slacks tightening as a visible bulge began to strain against the material, heavy and unmistakable. He didn’t try to hide it. There was no point, not here, not with them. The girls remained perfectly still at first, robes draped elegantly yet provocatively, the vanilla-scented air now carrying an undercurrent of something far sweeter and more electric. Matthew closed the distance until he was standing directly in front of Winter, who sat with her hands resting lightly in her lap, the black silk pooling around her thighs like liquid night. Somi’s smile widened, soft and indulgent, as she placed one teasing pat on his arm before leaning in close enough for her words to brush warm against his ear.

“Go ahead and enjoy your meal, Daddy…” Somi murmured, voice low and laced with playful affection, the kind that always made his stomach tighten in the best way. With a soft giggle escaping her lips like a secret shared between them, she pulled back and stepped away, moving gracefully against the plush rug. She sank down onto the cushion right beside Yunjin, tucking her legs beneath her so the robe slipped open just a fraction along one thigh, revealing the smooth skin underneath. Yunjin shifted closer instinctively, their shoulders brushing, and the two of them shared a small, conspiratorial glance. Somi’s fingers lightly tracing a pattern on Yunjin’s arm as they settled in to watch.

Matthew’s full attention was now locked on Winter. He lifted one hand, large and warm and cupped the side of her face with surprising gentleness. His thumb brushed along her cheekbone, tracing the delicate line of her jaw as if memorizing it anew, feeling the subtle heat radiating from her flushed skin. “I never thought I’d see you so soon,” he said, voice around the edges but warm, the low timbre carrying through the quiet room like a caress. Winter’s breath hitched, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, her dark eyes lifted to meet his, a mix of nervous excitement and quiet trust flickering across her features. The flush on her cheeks deepened, spreading down her neck and disappearing beneath the silk. “I didn’t expect it either,” she replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper, yet steady enough to carry. “But tonight, I didn’t come here to give something to someone. I know this would happen if I came here, and I wanted this.” Her words hung in the air, honest and vulnerable, as if admitting it out loud made the moment feel even more real. She stayed perfectly still under his touch, the only movement was the slight rise and fall of her chest beneath the robe.

His hand continued its slow exploration, fingers gliding over the smooth skin of her cheek, then lower to trace the curve of her lower lip with deliberate care. He pressed the pad of his thumb against it gently, testing, teasing, feeling the softness there and the way it yielded under the lightest pressure. Winter’s lips parted almost instinctively, a small, shaky exhale escaping as she leaned just a fraction closer. When he slipped his thumb between them, she took it in without hesitation. Her tongue brushing warm and tentative against the digit, lips closing around it in a gentle, instinctive suck. The sensation was electric, her mouth wet and yielding, eyes fluttering half-closed as she held his gaze through her lashes, the faint suction pulling him deeper with each passing second.

From the couch, the other three watched with rapt attention, the only sounds the faint crackle of the candle wicks and the soft, wet noises of Winter’s mouth. Yunjin’s eyes were wide, a mix of surprise and fascination written across her face as she leaned forward slightly, one hand resting on Somi’s knee for balance. “This is the first time I’ve ever seen her like this.” Yunjin murmured, voice hushed with genuine awe. “She’s so open, so willing. She wasn’t like this when I met her at the awards shows or backstage, she’s always so composed, so perfectly in control. It’s like she’s a completely different person now.”

Giselle let out a quiet, knowing chuckle from her spot on the other side of the sectional, her posture relaxed yet predatory, one leg crossed over the other so the robe rode higher on her thigh. She didn’t look away from the scene unfolding in front of them, her gaze dark and appreciative. “You have no idea yet, Jen,” she replied smoothly, the words laced with that familiar edge of possession and amusement. “This is just the surface. You haven’t seen the real her especially when she’s with Karina. Not the way I have. Not when she finally lets go.” Somi couldn’t help the soft giggle that escaped her again, light and delighted, as she rested her chin on Yunjin’s shoulder, eyes sparkling while she watched Matthew’s thumb disappear deeper between Winter’s lips. The sound was warm, almost affectionate, like she was savoring every second of the slow corruption happening right in her living room. She squeezed Yunjin’s arm gently, the three of them forming their own little audience—robes shimmering, bodies leaning in, the air between them charged and heavy with shared anticipation.

Matthew’s jaw tightened further, the bulge in his slacks now even more pronounced as he felt Winter’s tongue swirl experimentally around his thumb. Her cheeks hollowed just a little, the innocent yet eager way she suckled sending a fresh wave of heat straight through him. The candlelight painted everything in warm golds and deep shadows—the way Winter’s robe had slipped open slightly at the neckline, revealing the delicate collarbone beneath; the way Somi’s fingers kept tracing lazy circles on Yunjin’s skin; the way Giselle’s eyes gleamed with quiet pride, as if she had personally delivered this gift to him. Winter’s breathing had grown a touch heavier, her hands still resting in her lap but fingers twitching faintly against the silk, as if fighting the urge to reach up and touch him in return.

The room felt smaller, the vanilla scent thicker, the outside world completely forgotten. Matthew’s free hand flexed at his side, the tension in his shoulders visible even through the suit jacket, while Winter continued to explore the taste of his skin with slow, careful movements of her tongue and lips. The other girls remained perfectly still, their own robes shifting with every subtle breath or adjustment, the candle flames casting long, flickering shadows across the sectional that only heightened the intimate atmosphere.

Matthew’s thumb pressed a little deeper, testing the warmth and wetness of her mouth, and Winter responded by sucking just a fraction harder, her eyes never leaving his. The moment stretched on, thick and electric, every small sound and shift in the room amplifying the quiet intensity.

Winter’s hands, which had been resting demurely in her lap, began to drift upward with a slow, deliberate purpose. Her fingers brushed against the front of his slacks, tracing the outline of the straining bulge there as if she had been waiting for permission she no longer needed to ask for. There was no hesitation in the way she found the zipper, no nervous fumbling. Instead, she tugged it down with a smooth, confident pull, the metallic sound cutting through the quiet room like a promise. Even as her lips continued to work around his thumb—tongue swirling lazily, cheeks hollowing with each gentle suck—she worked the button open and eased his pants down his hips, letting the tailored fabric slide to the floor around his ankles. The black silk of her robe shifted with the motion, the neckline dipping lower and exposing the soft curve of her collarbone and the faint flush that had spread across her chest.

Matthew could feel it in every movement, the sincerity behind her actions. This wasn’t some performance put on for the others, not a reluctant favor or a scripted welcome. Her touch was hungry in its own quiet way, driven by something deeper, something that had been building inside her even since her first time with him. She wanted this. She wanted him. The realization sent a fresh pulse of heat through his veins, his cock twitching visibly beneath the thin layer of his boxers as her fingers hooked into the waistband.

The other girls watched in charged silence, the candlelight playing across their faces and turning their black silk robes into glossy highlights of skin and shadow. Somi leaned forward slightly on the sectional, her chin still resting on Yunjin’s shoulder, a soft, satisfied smile curving her lips as she took in the scene. Her hand had slipped down to rest on Yunjin's thigh, fingers tracing slow circles there, but her eyes never left Winter and Matthew. Giselle sat back with that familiar half-lidded expression, one eyebrow raised in quiet approval, the corner of her mouth twitching like she had known this exact moment would arrive. Yunjin, for her part, looked almost mesmerized, her usual composure cracking just enough to show wide-eyed fascination as she bit her lower lip.

Winter’s gaze flicked up to Matthew’s for a brief second, dark eyes heavy with something raw and unguarded, before she returned her focus to the task. She curled her fingers around the hem of his boxers and began to pull them down, inch by inch, savoring the reveal like she had all the time in the world. The fabric caught briefly on the thick base of his cock before sliding free, and the moment it did, his length sprang out heavily, the swollen head brushing against the bridge of her nose with a soft, warm tap. A quiet, needy sound escaped her—low and throaty, almost involuntary—as her nostrils flared. The rich, musky scent of him filled her senses, masculine and potent after the long day of travel, and she let out another soft moan that vibrated around his thumb still nestled between her lips. Her eyelids fluttered, and she inhaled again, deeper this time, as if committing the smell to memory.

Her mouth never stopped its gentle rhythm on his thumb, tongue pressing and swirling even as her free hand moved to wrap loosely around the base of his cock, feeling the weight and heat of it for the first time. She gave a tentative stroke, slow and exploratory, her palm warm and slightly trembling with excitement rather than nerves. The tip of his cock rested against her cheek now, a glistening bead of precum smearing lightly across her skin as she nuzzled closer, nose brushing along the underside while she breathed him in again. The contrast was striking—her delicate features framed by the black silk robe, the innocent flush still coloring her cheeks, yet her actions were anything but hesitant. She was fully lost in it now, surrendering completely in a way that made something possessive and proud flicker in Matthew’s chest.

Somi’s soft giggle broke the thick silence, light and delighted, as she watched Winter’s tongue dart out to taste the skin just beside where her thumb still rested. “Look at her,” Somi whispered, voice warm with affection and a hint of triumph. “She’s already so far gone.” Her fingers tightened gently on Yunjin’s thigh, the three of them leaning in a little closer on the couch, robes shifting and whispering against the cushions.

Giselle hummed in agreement, her tone low and knowing. “Told you. Once she decides she wants something, there’s no halfway with her.” She crossed her arms loosely under her chest, the movement causing her own robe to pull tighter across her breasts, but her eyes stayed fixed on the way Winter’s lips parted wider, as if preparing for more.

Yunjin let out a quiet breath, almost reverent, her hand squeezing Somi’s knee in return. “She’s really doing this… on her own. No one’s even telling her what to do.” The fascination in her voice was unmistakable, the kind that came from seeing a new side of someone she thought she already knew from shared stages and quick backstage hellos.

Matthew’s free hand came down to rest lightly on the top of Winter’s head, not guiding, not pushing—just steadying, feeling the soft strands of her hair beneath his palm as she continued to explore him with her mouth and fingers. Her thumb stroked along the underside of his cock in time with the gentle suction on his own digit, her nose still pressed close enough to catch every subtle shift in his scent. The room felt warmer, the vanilla candles doing little to mask the heavier, more intimate aroma now filling the space between them. Winter’s robe had slipped open further at the front from her leaning forward, revealing the smooth valley between her breasts and the way her nipples had tightened visibly against the silk. She looked up at him again through her lashes, eyes dark and glassy with desire, and gave his thumb one last slow, deliberate suck before her lips finally parted, releasing him with a soft, wet pop.

Her hand remained wrapped around his cock, stroking with a little more confidence now, while her other hand rested on his thigh, fingers digging in just enough to show how much she needed the contact. The candlelight caught the faint sheen on her lips and the small streak of precum on her cheek, turning the moment into something almost reverent. Matthew could feel the shift in her completely—the way she had crossed some invisible line and wasn’t looking back. Whatever doubts or shyness she might have carried into the mansion earlier had melted away, replaced by a quiet, burning need that matched the hunger in the eyes of the three girls watching from the couch.

The air between all five of them crackled with unspoken tension, the black silk robes and flickering flames creating a private world where time seemed to slow. Winter’s breathing had grown shallower, her chest rising and falling in rhythm with each slow stroke of her hand, and she leaned in once more, lips brushing teasingly against the head of his cock as if testing how much more she could take. The others remained perfectly still, their own robes slightly disheveled from the way they had shifted closer, eyes bright and fixed on every small movement Winter made.

Winter’s breathing had grown shallower, her chest rising and falling in rhythm with each slow stroke of her hand, and she leaned in once more, lips brushing teasingly against the head of his cock as if testing how much more she could take. She started with the tip, her tongue darting out in a slow, deliberate swipe that caught the bead of precum glistening there. The taste of him that was salty, warm, and unmistakably masculine made her hum softly in the back of her throat. A quiet sound of approval that vibrated against his sensitive skin. From there she didn’t rush. Instead, she explored every inch with painstaking care, her tongue flattening wide and dragging along the underside of his shaft in long, wet strokes that left shiny trails of saliva catching the candlelight. She circled the thick ridge beneath the head, tracing the prominent vein that ran along the side, then moved to the other side to repeat the motion, ensuring not a single centimeter went untouched. Her movement was thorough and almost reverent, like she was mapping him out of her mouth, committing the texture and the heat of him to memory. Spit began to drip freely from her lips, coating him in a glossy layer that made his cock gleam under the flickering flames.

Matthew’s breath caught as she worked lower, her tongue never pausing. She licked along the base where his shaft met his body, then dipped even further, lavishing the same devoted attention on his balls. She started with gentle laps, her tongue warm and soft as it cradled one heavy sac, rolling it slowly before moving to the other. The skin there was tighter, more sensitive, and she explored it with the same unhurried focus, coating everything in a slick sheen of her saliva. When she finally opened her mouth wider and sucked one of them inside, the wet heat enveloped him completely. She suckled gently, her cheeks hollowing just enough to create that perfect suction, before releasing it with a soft, audible pop that echoed in the quiet room. She repeated the action on the other side, taking her time, letting the wet sound fill the space between them as her hand continued to stroke the length of his cock in slow, steady pumps.

She pulled back just far enough to press a series of open-mouthed kisses along the entire underside of his shaft—soft, lingering presses of her lips that started at the base and worked their way up to the tip. Each kiss left a faint imprint of her lipstick and a fresh layer of warmth, her breath ghosting over the wet skin and making him twitch in her grasp. When she reached the head again she nuzzled her cheek against it, then turned her face so the full length rested across her features. She rubbed him slowly against her skin, sliding the heavy cock along her cheekbone, over the bridge of her nose, and down the other side, deliberately pressing it into her face as if she wanted his scent to sink into her pores. Her eyes fluttered half-closed, a faint, contented sigh escaping her as the musky aroma of him surrounded her completely. A thin string of saliva and precum connected her lower lip to the tip when she finally pulled away, and she chased it with her tongue, savoring every bit.

Only then did she focus on the head itself. She parted her lips and took just the swollen tip into her mouth, sucking on it lightly and rhythmically, the way someone might enjoy a favorite popsicle on a hot day—gentle pulls and swirls of her tongue around the sensitive underside, her cheeks hollowing in soft pulses that sent sparks of pleasure straight up his spine. She bobbed her head in tiny, experimental movements, taking a little more each time, until about a quarter of his length had slipped past her lips. The warmth and wetness of her mouth were overwhelming, her tongue pressing flat against the underside as she worked. She pulled back slowly, letting him slide out with a wet pop, then repeated the motion—taking him in again, a little deeper each time, building a steady rhythm of short, controlled bobs that left her lips stretched prettily around him.

Matthew’s hand, which had been resting lightly on the top of her head, tightened just enough to offer guidance without forcing. He threaded his fingers through her hair, not pushing, simply steadying her as she tried for more. Winter responded instantly, relaxing her jaw and leaning forward with renewed determination. With his gentle encouragement she managed to take half his length for a brief, glorious second—her throat fluttering around him, eyes watering slightly at the corners but never closing. The heat and pressure were intense, her tongue still working frantically beneath him, but then her gag reflex kicked in. Her body gave a small, involuntary jolt, a soft, choked sound vibrating around his cock as she pulled back quickly, gasping for air. A thick strand of saliva connected her swollen lips to the glistening head, stretching and breaking as she caught her breath, her chest heaving beneath the black silk robe.

Even in that moment her hands never left him. One continued to stroke the slick length she couldn’t quite take yet, while the other rested on his thigh, fingers digging in lightly for balance. Her face was flushed a deep pink, lips shiny and parted, a few stray strands of hair sticking to her damp forehead from the effort. She looked up at him again, eyes dark and glassy with a mixture of determination and raw want, clearly not finished—not even close. The candlelight caught every glistening detail: the way her saliva coated him from base to tip, the faint sheen on her own cheeks and chin, the way her robe had slipped open further at the front to reveal the rapid rise and fall of her breasts.

The room remained wrapped in that heavy, charged silence, the vanilla scent now mixed with something far more primal. Winter licked her lips slowly, gathering herself, then leaned in once more, ready to try again, her tongue already darting out to catch another bead of precum as it formed at the slit. Her movements were slower this time, more measured, as if she were savoring the challenge itself, completely absorbed in the task of pleasing him with nothing held back.

She took him back into her mouth with a fresh wave of determination, the wet heat enveloping the head once more as her tongue swirled around it in lazy, thorough circles. Every time she pulled back she made sure to drag her lips along his length with just enough pressure to leave him glistening, then spit deliberately onto the slick shaft, letting the warm saliva drip down in thick strands before her hand wrapped around the part she still couldn’t fit. Her fingers stroked firmly, twisting slightly on the upward glide, spreading the mess she had created until his entire cock was coated in a shiny layer of her spit. Soft, needy moans vibrated around him each time she sank down again, the sounds escaping her throat in little bursts that made her cheeks flush even deeper.

She worked him like that for long, indulgent minutes—bobbing steadily, pulling off to spit and stroke, then diving back in with renewed hunger. Her free hand stayed curled around his thigh for balance, nails digging in lightly whenever she took him particularly deep. The wet, obscene sounds of her mouth filled the room, mixing with the faint crackle of the vanilla candles and the subtle shift of silk robes on the sectional.

Across from them, the other three girls remained utterly transfixed. Somi sat forward on the edge of the cushion, elbows resting on her knees, eyes locked on the way Winter’s lips stretched around Matthew’s cock. Her own breathing had grown noticeably heavier, the black silk of her robe rising and falling with each inhale. Giselle leaned back against the armrest, legs crossed but one foot tapping restlessly, her gaze dark and unwavering as she drank in every detail. Yunjin, sandwiched between them, looked the most affected—her thighs pressed tightly together, cheeks burning as she watched Winter’s head move in that steady rhythm. The tension built slowly, the air growing thicker with every wet pop and moan. Yunjin shifted in her seat, biting the inside of her cheek, but eventually the ache became too much. She turned her head toward Somi, voice low and breathless. “I can’t just sit here and watch anymore. I need something. I need someone to kiss me or something…”

Somi’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. Without a word she reached over, cupped Yunjin’s face gently, and pulled her in. Their mouths met in a deep, hungry kiss, tongues sliding together immediately, the sound of it soft but unmistakable in the quiet room. Yunjin melted into it, one hand coming up to thread through Somi’s hair as they lost themselves in each other, the kiss turning messy and needy within seconds. Giselle stayed focused on the main scene, but her own hand had slipped beneath the folds of her robe, fingers disappearing between her thighs as she began to touch herself with slow, deliberate strokes. Her eyes never left Winter and Matthew, breath coming in quiet, controlled exhales while her robe shifted with the subtle movements of her arm.

Winter’s pace had picked up by now, growing faster and more eager despite the fact that she still couldn’t take his full length. She pushed herself harder, taking as much as she could manage on each downward glide, her hand working the rest in tight, twisting strokes that matched the rhythm of her mouth. Saliva dripped freely from her chin, coating her fingers and making everything slicker, wetter. Her moans came more frequently now—low, throaty sounds that vibrated around his cock and sent fresh sparks of pleasure through him. Most intoxicating of all was the way her eyes never left his. Even when her lashes fluttered or tears pricked at the corners from the effort, her gaze stayed locked on his face, dark and glassy with raw desire. The eye contact was electric, feeding something deep inside Matthew and making his jaw clench tighter with every passing second.

She continued worshipping him with everything she had—sucking harder on the head, licking long stripes along the underside, pressing open-mouthed kisses all over the slick length whenever she pulled back to breathe. Her tongue traced every vein, every ridge, as if she couldn’t get enough of the taste of him. The black silk of her robe had slipped further down one shoulder from the motion, exposing the smooth skin of her upper chest, but she paid it no mind, completely focused on the thick cock sliding between her lips.

Matthew watched her for another long moment, the sight of her so lost in pleasuring him pushing him right to the edge of his control. His hand tightened gently in her hair, and he finally spoke, voice low and rough. “Stop.”

Winter obeyed instantly. She pulled off with one last, lingering suck, then leaned in to press a single, soft kiss right against the swollen tip. After that she nuzzled her face against his cock again, rubbing the entire length slowly across her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, deliberately smearing the mixture of her spit and his precum over her skin until the scent of him clung to her like a claim. Her eyes stayed half-lidded, a small, satisfied hum escaping her as she marked herself with him one final time.

Matthew reached down and gently moved her hands away from his cock, his fingers brushing over her wrists in a silent command. Winter sat back on her heels, chest heaving, lips shiny and swollen as she looked up at him with that same glassy, eager expression. He hooked a finger under the loose tie of her black silk robe and tugged it free with deliberate slowness. The belt slipped apart, and he peeled the robe open inch by inch, letting the glossy fabric slide off her shoulders and pool around her waist on the floor. Beneath it she wore a delicate black half-bra made of the thinnest, silkiest material—barely more than lace and straps that cupped the undersides of her small, perky breasts and left the tops exposed. Matching panties sat low on her hips, the sheer fabric doing little to hide the way her arousal had already soaked through the front.

His hands moved immediately to her chest, large palms covering her breasts completely before he began to knead them with firm, possessive pressure. He squeezed harder than necessary, fingers digging into the soft flesh, thumbs brushing roughly over her already hardened nipples. The contrast between her delicate frame and the forceful way he handled her made her back arch instinctively, a fresh moan slipping from her lips as she pressed into his touch, completely surrendered.

The candlelight danced across her newly exposed skin, highlighting every curve and flush, while the sounds of Somi and Yunjin’s continued making out and the faint, rhythmic movements of Giselle’s hand beneath her own robe filled the background like a private soundtrack to the moment. Matthew’s grip tightened again, thumbs flicking over her nipples with intent, drawing another shaky breath from Winter as she stayed perfectly still under his hands, waiting for whatever came next.

Across the sectional, the scene between Somi and Yunjin had deepened into something far more intimate. Yunjin had melted completely backward, her spine pressed flush against Somi’s front, their bodies aligned so tightly that Yunjin’s back molded to the curve of Somi’s chest. The black silk of their robes had shifted and bunched between them, creating soft friction with every small movement. Somi’s arms were wrapped around her from behind, one hand slipped fully beneath the front of Yunjin’s robe to cup and squeeze the soft, full weight of her breast, thumb circling the hardened peak in slow, teasing strokes. Her other hand had disappeared lower, fingers sliding past the edge of Yunjin’s panties and sinking into the slick heat between her thighs with practiced ease. Somi’s mouth stayed latched onto the side of Yunjin’s neck, lips and tongue working together to leave a trail of warm, open-mouthed kisses that trailed down to her collarbone. Each press of her lips left behind the faintest rosy mark—subtle enough to be hidden under a light layer of makeup for any upcoming schedule, yet visible enough in the candlelight to feel like a secret claim.

Yunjin’s head tipped back against Somi’s shoulder, lips parted as soft, breathy moans spilled out of her with every slow thrust of Somi’s fingers and every firm squeeze of her breast. The sounds were low and needy, rising and falling in time with the steady rhythm Somi had set, her hips twitching helplessly against the hand buried between her legs. Giselle remained a little apart from them on the other side of the couch, completely lost in her own world of pleasure. Her robe had fallen open at the front, one side slipped off her shoulder to expose the smooth curve of her breast. Two fingers traced lazy, deliberate circles over her clit, the motion slow and controlled, while her other hand reached inside the robe to pinch and roll her own nipple between thumb and forefinger. Her eyes stayed glued to Matthew and Winter the entire time, dark and heavy-lidded, breath coming in quiet, measured exhales that matched the pace of her fingers. She looked every bit the composed observer, yet the faint sheen of sweat on her collarbone and the way her thighs pressed together betrayed how deeply she was enjoying the show.

Matthew’s focus never wavered from Winter. He kept one hand on her chest, kneading the small, perky breasts with firm, possessive pressure, feeling the way they filled his palms and the way her nipples tightened further under his touch. His other hand moved lower, hooking a finger beneath the thin waistband of her panties and dragging the soaked fabric to the side. Two thick fingers pressed against her entrance, sliding in slowly at first, savoring the tight, wet heat that clenched around them immediately. Winter gasped sharply, her body jolting at the sudden fullness, but she pushed down against his hand, silently begging for more. He curled his fingers gently inside her, stroking along her inner walls with deliberate care, letting her adjust before he began to pick up speed—thrusting deeper, faster, the wet sounds of her arousal mixing with the soft moans still coming from Yunjin across the couch.

His free hand continued working her breasts, squeezing and massaging them with increasing force until he decided the delicate half-bra was in the way. With a low growl of impatience, he gripped the front of the silky material and yanked it downward in one firm motion, the thin straps snapping slightly as the bra came free and fell loosely around her waist. Winter’s breasts spilled out completely, small and perfectly shaped, nipples flushed dark and sensitive. Matthew’s hand returned immediately, now able to touch skin to skin, and he began to play with them in earnest—twisting each nipple between his fingers, pulling them gently outward before letting them snap back, pinching just hard enough to draw a sharp whimper from her lips, then flicking them rapidly with the pad of his thumb. Every rough touch made her clench tighter around the fingers buried inside her, her hips rocking forward in tiny, desperate movements as she chased the overwhelming sensations.

Winter’s head fell back slightly, lips parted on a constant stream of soft, broken sounds, but her eyes stayed locked on Matthew’s face the entire time. The eye contact was intense, almost overwhelming, her gaze glassy and filled with pure, unfiltered need. She was completely open to him now, body responding to every thrust of his fingers and every twist of his hand on her chest, the black silk panties still pushed aside and soaked through as he worked her open.

The entire living room had become a haze of shared pleasure—the wet sounds of fingers moving inside both Winter and Yunjin, the soft gasps and moans from all four girls, the faint rustle of silk robes shifting with every movement. Candle flames flickered across bare skin and glossy fabric, casting long shadows that danced along the walls and made the scene feel even more intimate, more private. Somi’s mouth continued its slow exploration of Yunjin’s neck and collarbone, occasionally sucking a little harder to deepen one of those faint marks before soothing it with her tongue. Yunjin’s moans grew louder, her body arching back into Somi’s chest as the pleasure built. Giselle’s fingers moved a fraction faster between her own thighs, her free hand still rolling her nipple in time with the rhythm she watched Matthew set on Winter’s breasts.

Matthew curled his fingers deeper inside Winter, stroking that sensitive spot inside her with every thrust while his other hand kept up the relentless attention on her nipples—twisting, pulling, pinching, flicking—until her thighs began to tremble and her breathing turned ragged. He could feel how close she already was, how her walls fluttered and clenched around him, but he kept the pace steady, drawing it out, making her feel every single second of it while the other three girls watched and touched and lost themselves in the same heated atmosphere.

Matthew kept his fingers buried deep inside her, thrusting with a steady, relentless rhythm that had Winter’s entire body trembling under his touch. The two thick digits stretched her open perfectly, curling upward on every inward stroke to drag along that sensitive spot hidden along her front wall. Her walls clenched and fluttered around him, slick and impossibly hot, the wet sounds of her arousal growing louder and more obscene with each push. He could feel how close she was getting—her pussy growing tighter, wetter, the rhythmic pulses becoming faster and more desperate as her climax built higher and higher.

Winter’s breath came in short, ragged gasps, her small chest heaving as she rocked her hips down to meet every thrust. Her thighs shook, muscles tensing and releasing uncontrollably while her hands gripped the edge of the sectional cushion for support. A fresh rush of wetness coated his fingers, dripping down over his knuckles and onto the black silk that still clung loosely around her waist. He twisted his wrist slightly, scissoring his fingers apart to stretch her even more, then added a third slow curl that made her whimper loudly, the sound raw and needy. Her inner muscles clamped down hard, trying to pull him deeper, her whole lower body quivering as the pressure inside her coiled tighter and tighter.

He watched her face the entire time, drinking in the way her eyes fluttered, the way her lips stayed parted on constant soft cries, the way a thin sheen of sweat had begun to glow across her collarbone and the tops of her breasts. Every time he dragged his fingers out almost completely before slamming them back in, her back arched a little more, her nipples tightening into stiff peaks under the relentless attention of his other hand. He kept kneading her breasts, rolling the sensitive buds between his fingers, occasionally giving them a sharp pinch that made her clench even harder around the digits inside her. The candlelight caught every tiny reaction—the way her stomach fluttered, the way her thighs pressed together around his wrist only to fall open wider again, the way her pussy visibly fluttered and leaked around his fingers each time he hit that perfect angle.

Winter is right on the edge now. Her moans had turned into high, broken little sounds, her hips grinding frantically against his hand as the coil inside her wound impossibly tight. Her walls pulsed rapidly, squeezing him in rhythmic waves that told him she was only seconds away from tipping over. Her eyes, still locked on his, had gone glassy and unfocused, tears of overwhelming pleasure gathering at the corners as her whole body prepared to shatter.

Then, without warning, Matthew stopped moving.

He held his fingers perfectly still inside her, buried to the knuckle, and slowly pulled them free with a wet, obscene sound. The sudden emptiness made Winter’s eyes snap open wider. A disappointed sigh slipped from her lips, soft and frustrated, her hips instinctively chasing his hand for a moment before she realized he had pulled away completely. The ache between her legs felt sharp and immediate, her pussy clenching around nothing, still fluttering from how close she had been.

But that disappointment lasted only a heartbeat.

Her gaze dropped lower, and the sight that replaced it sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through her. Matthew had wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, thick and glistening from her earlier attention, and was positioning the swollen head right against her dripping entrance. The heavy tip nudged between her folds, spreading her open, pressing insistently against her slick heat. The look on his face—dark, hungry, completely focused on her—made her stomach flip with a rush of pure, electric anticipation. Her disappointment melted instantly into something far more intense: a desperate, trembling eagerness that made her pulse race and her breath catch in her throat. She wanted this. She needed to feel him inside her more than she had ever needed anything.

Her hand shot down to fist the cushion beside her hip, knuckles turning white as she braced herself, nails digging into the fabric. Her other hand gripped the edge of the sectional, body tensing in preparation. She kept her eyes on his face, lips parted, chest rising and falling rapidly as she waited.

Matthew didn’t make her wait long.

With one powerful, smooth thrust he drove forward, burying himself to the hilt in a single motion. The thick length stretched her wide open, filling her completely until the swollen head of his cock pressed firmly against the deepest part of her, nudging hard against her cervix. The sudden, overwhelming fullness made Winter’s eyes roll back, a sharp gasp tearing from her throat as her back arched violently upward off the cushion. Her pussy clenched hard around the massive intrusion, fluttering wildly as it struggled to adjust to his size, every inch of her inner walls stretched and claimed in one devastating stroke. The pressure was intense, almost too much, yet exactly what she had been craving—deep, heavy, and so full she could feel him throbbing against the very end of her.

A broken moan spilled from her lips, her body shuddering as she stayed arched like that, completely impaled on him. Her small breasts bounced with the force of the thrust, nipples still flushed and sensitive from his earlier attention. Her thighs trembled on either side of his hips, toes curling tightly as the overwhelming sensation of being so completely filled washed over her in waves. She could feel every thick inch of him pulsing inside her, the head pressed so deep it created a dull, delicious ache that blended perfectly with the sharp pleasure radiating through her core.

Matthew stayed buried there for a long moment, letting her feel every bit of him, his hands returning to her breasts to squeeze and knead them possessively while he savored the way her pussy spasmed and clenched around his cock. Winter’s head tipped back, lips bitten hard between her teeth, her entire body trembling with the raw intensity of being taken so completely in one thrust. The candlelight danced across their joined bodies, highlighting the way her slickness coated the base of his cock and the way her stomach fluttered visibly from the depth of him inside her.

She was utterly lost in the feeling—full, stretched, and completely his.

Matthew stayed buried to the hilt inside her, the thick length of his cock throbbing heavily against her deepest walls. The overwhelming stretch made every tiny shift of her body send fresh sparks of pleasure-pain radiating through her core. He kept one hand firmly on her breast, kneading the soft flesh while his thumb continued to brush over the stiff peak of her nipple. His other hand slid down to grip her hip, holding her in place as he looked straight into her eyes, voice low and rough with barely contained hunger.

“Fuck… you’re so tight,” he murmured, the words vibrating against her skin. “Even tighter than the first time I had you. I still remember how you felt then — barely able to take me, clenching around just the head like you were afraid to let go. And now look at you… taking every inch like you were made for it.”

Winter’s breath hitched, her pussy fluttering wildly around the massive intrusion. She could feel him pressing right against the entrance to her cervix, the blunt head nudging there with every tiny involuntary clench of her inner muscles. The fullness was almost too much, a deep, heavy pressure that made her stomach flutter and her thighs tremble on either side of his hips. Her hands stayed fisted in the cushion, knuckles white, as she tried to adjust to the sheer size of him stretching her open so completely.

“I feel so full,” she whispered, voice shaky and breathless, eyes still locked on his. “So completely full with your cock… like you’re touching places inside me I didn’t even know existed.” She swallowed hard, then added in a softer, almost pleading tone, “Don’t hold back. Please. I want it rough… just like you gave it to me before. I can take it. I want you to use me.” Matthew’s jaw tightened at her words, a dark spark flashing in his eyes. He didn’t need to be told twice. His grip on her hip tightened possessively, fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to leave faint marks, and he pulled back slowly — almost all the way out — until only the swollen head remained nestled between her slick folds. Then, with a powerful snap of his hips, he drove back in with one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt again. The force of it made Winter’s entire body jolt upward, a sharp cry tearing from her throat as her small breasts bounced from the impact.

He set a punishing rhythm immediately, fucking into her hard and deep, each thrust slamming home with enough power to make the couch shift slightly beneath them. The wet, filthy sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the room every time his hips collided with hers, his heavy balls slapping against her ass as he drove deeper. Winter’s back arched off the cushion again, her head falling back as broken moans spilled from her lips without restraint. Her pussy clenched and fluttered around him desperately, trying to adjust to the relentless pace, but the roughness only seemed to make her wetter, her arousal coating his cock and dripping down onto the silk beneath her.

Matthew leaned over her, one hand still gripping her hip while the other returned to her chest, squeezing and kneading both breasts roughly as he fucked her. He pinched her nipples hard, twisting them between his fingers, then used the leverage to pull her body down onto his cock with every inward thrust. The angle changed slightly, letting him grind against that sensitive spot deep inside her on every stroke, the head of his cock battering against her cervix with each powerful drive. Winter’s legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, heels digging into his lower back as she tried to pull him even deeper, her nails scraping down his arms through the fabric of his shirt.

He kept the pace brutal and unrelenting, hips snapping forward in a steady, punishing rhythm that had her small frame shaking beneath him. Every thrust forced the air out of her lungs in sharp gasps and moans, her pussy making wet, squelching noises around his thick length as he stretched her open over and over again. He shifted his angle again, grinding deep on the inward stroke instead of pulling all the way out, letting her feel the full weight of him pressing against her most sensitive places. Winter’s eyes rolled back once more, her mouth falling open in a silent cry as the overwhelming pleasure built higher and higher inside her.

Matthew didn’t let up. He fucked her harder, faster, the couch creaking under the force of his movements as he drove into her again and again. One hand left her breast to slide down between them, his thumb finding her swollen clit and rubbing tight, firm circles in time with his thrusts. The added stimulation made Winter’s whole body seize, her inner walls clamping down around his cock like a vice as another rush of wetness flooded around him. She was gasping, whimpering, her hips bucking up to meet every brutal thrust even as her thighs trembled uncontrollably.

He leaned down closer, mouth brushing against her ear as he growled, “That’s it… take every inch. Feel how deep I am?” He punctuated the words with a particularly hard thrust that made her cry out sharply, her pussy fluttering wildly around him. His hand kept working her clit without mercy while the other returned to her breast, squeezing and tugging at her nipple in time with the relentless pounding of his hips.

Winter was lost in it completely — her body arching, shaking, every nerve ending on fire as he fucked her exactly the way she had begged for. The rough, deep strokes left her feeling claimed and stretched and utterly full, each thrust pushing her closer and closer to the edge without letting her fall over it just yet. Matthew kept the pace steady and punishing, his own breathing growing heavier but still completely in control, determined to draw this out as long as he could while she fell apart beneath him.

Matthew kept the brutal rhythm going for several more powerful strokes, each one driving the full length of his cock into her dripping heat with enough force to make her small frame jolt on the cushion. Winter’s moans had turned into constant, broken cries, her pussy clenching and fluttering around him like it was trying to pull him even deeper. But he wanted more — he wanted to feel her from a new angle, wanted to watch her ass bounce and her back arch while he took her from behind.

Without warning he pulled out completely, the sudden emptiness drawing a desperate whimper from her throat. Before she could even protest he gripped her hips and flipped her over onto her stomach on the wide sectional. Winter scrambled onto all fours instinctively, knees sinking into the soft cushions as she pushed her ass back toward him, the black silk panties still shoved to the side and her robe long forgotten on the floor. Matthew positioned himself behind her, one knee braced on the couch, and lined up again. He grabbed a thick handful of her hair, wrapping the strands around his fist and tugging her head back firmly, forcing her back to arch deeply. His other hand locked onto her waist, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise as he slammed back inside her in one savage thrust.

The new position let him sink even deeper, the angle letting his cock grind against completely different spots inside her. He started with rapid, punishing thrusts — short, sharp snaps of his hips that made the sound of skin slapping skin echo sharply through the living room. Winter’s cries grew louder, her body rocking forward with every impact, breasts swaying beneath her as she gripped the back of the couch for support. Her pussy was soaked, the wet squelching noises growing filthier with each thrust, her walls gripping him like a vice as she pushed back to meet him.

Then he changed it up. He slowed dramatically, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in with one long, powerful stroke that lifted her knees slightly off the cushion. The force made her entire body jerk forward violently, a choked moan tearing from her throat as the head of his cock battered against her deepest point. He repeated it again and again — slow, devastating thrusts that nearly lifted her small frame with each one, her body jolting hard every time he bottomed out. The contrast between the earlier rapid pace and these deep, lifting strokes had her shaking uncontrollably, her arms trembling as she tried to hold herself up.

Matthew could feel his own climax starting to build, a heavy pressure coiling low in his gut as her pussy fluttered and clenched around him with every slow, punishing drive. He kept the pace like that for a while longer, savoring the way she fell apart beneath him, before he needed a new angle. He pulled out again, flipped her onto her side in one smooth motion, and hooked one of her legs up over his shoulder. Her other leg stayed bent on the couch, opening her completely to him. In this position he could see her face clearly — the way her eyes were glassy, her lips swollen and parted, the flush spreading across her chest.

He thrust back in hard, the new angle letting him hit every single sensitive spot inside her at once. Winter’s body jerked violently with each stroke, her small breasts bouncing, her hands scrambling for purchase on the cushion as broken sobs of pleasure spilled from her mouth. He fucked her like that — deep, grinding thrusts that made her leg tremble on his shoulder and her pussy spasm wildly around his cock.

“I’m getting close,” he growled, voice strained as he kept pounding into her. “Tell me — can I cum inside you?”

Winter’s answer came between desperate, gasping moans. “You… you shouldn’t even have to ask something so obvious…” She sucked in a shaky breath, trying to gather herself as another hard thrust made her cry out. Then she looked straight into his eyes, voice turning into a raw, needy shout. “Cum inside me! Give me everything — fill me up, please!”

The words snapped the last thread of his control. Matthew’s hips slammed forward with renewed brutality, fucking her as hard and deep as he possibly could. The wet, slapping sounds of their bodies colliding grew louder, echoing off the high ceilings of the mansion as he chased his release. Winter’s leg shook violently on his shoulder, her pussy clamping down around him like a vice as her own orgasm crashed over her without warning. Her entire body seized, back arching sharply, eyes rolling back as powerful tremors ripped through her. She shook terribly, thighs quivering, walls pulsing and milking him in rhythmic waves as she came hard around his cock.

Matthew buried himself to the hilt one final time and let go. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded deep inside her, pulse after pulse painting her inner walls as he ground against her cervix, emptying himself completely. Winter’s orgasm intensified at the feeling, her body convulsing harder, fresh waves of pleasure making her shake even more violently while she took every drop he gave her. The sensation of being filled so completely pushed her over again, smaller aftershocks making her pussy flutter and squeeze around his pulsing length as he stayed buried deep, letting her milk him dry.

Winter’s body was still trembling violently in the aftermath, every muscle loose and quivering as the last powerful waves of her orgasm slowly ebbed away. Thick, warm cum leaked steadily from where they were still joined, dripping down her inner thighs and soaking into the black silk that had bunched beneath her. Her chest heaved with ragged, uneven breaths, small breasts glistening with a light sheen of sweat under the flickering candlelight. She thought — hoped — that this would be the moment he gave her a brief reprieve, just a few seconds to catch her breath and let her overstimulated nerves settle. Her eyes fluttered half-closed, a soft, exhausted sigh slipping past her swollen lips as she waited for him to stay still inside her, to let the intense fullness simply throb and pulse without any further movement.

But Matthew was far too lost in the heat of the moment to consider stopping.

The feeling of her pussy still spasming and milking him so tightly, combined with the wet heat of his own release coating every inch of his cock, pushed him straight past any thought of mercy. He barely registered the way her body had gone limp beneath him. Instead, he tightened his grip on her waist and began to move again — slow at first, almost experimental, dragging his thick length back through the mess he had just pumped into her before pushing forward once more. The slick, obscene sound of his cum being pushed deeper filled the air as he started thrusting again, each stroke deliberate and heavy, stirring the load inside her and making fresh dribbles of it spill out around his shaft.

Winter’s eyes snapped open wider, a faint, surprised whimper escaping her as the sudden friction reignited every oversensitive nerve ending. She barely had the strength left to form words; her throat felt raw, her mind hazy from the back-to-back intensity. All she could do was let out a broken little sound and try to hold on, her fingers clawing weakly at the cushion beneath her as she forced her body to stay present. With whatever energy she had left, she pushed back against him faintly, determined not to let herself slip away into unconsciousness even though her limbs felt heavy and her vision kept blurring at the edges. Every deep thrust made her jolt, her small frame rocking forward on the couch as he used her without pause, completely consumed by the addictive tightness of her cum-filled pussy.

Matthew’s hips rolled steadily, then picked up speed again, the wet squelching growing louder as he fucked his own release deeper into her with every stroke. He was completely lost in the sensation — the way her walls fluttered and clenched around him despite how spent she clearly was, the way her body still tried to welcome him even after everything he had already given her. His breathing had turned rough and uneven, sweat sliding down the lines of his chest as he kept driving into her, completely unaware of how her moans had shifted into exhausted, overwhelmed whimpers. He changed the angle slightly, grinding deep on every inward thrust so the head of his cock pressed and rubbed against that sensitive spot inside her over and over, drawing fresh, shaky cries from her lips. Her thighs trembled violently on either side of him, her back arching and collapsing in weak little spasms as she fought to stay conscious through the relentless pleasure-pain.

He kept going like that for long, drawn-out minutes — thrusting, grinding, using her body with single-minded focus while Winter’s head lolled slightly, her eyes glassy and unfocused. She was barely able to do more than whimper and take it, her pussy still leaking steadily around his cock as another smaller wave of overstimulation threatened to pull her under completely. Her hands fisted the cushion tighter, the only anchor she had left as her body shook harder with every powerful movement.

Then a pair of smooth, warm hands slid across Matthew’s chest from behind, fingers splaying possessively over his sweat-damp skin. Giselle’s fully naked body pressed against his back, her breasts soft and warm as they molded to him, her nipples already hard from her earlier self-touching. She leaned in close, lips brushing the shell of his ear, her voice low and calm but carrying that familiar edge of control.

“Don’t waste all your energy right away,” she whispered, breath hot against his skin. “There are three of us still waiting for you, remember? You can’t ruin yourself on the first one and leave the rest of us empty.”

The words cut through the haze of pleasure clouding Matthew’s mind. He blinked, slowing his thrusts until he finally stilled completely inside Winter. His gaze dropped down to the girl beneath him, really looking at her for the first time in several minutes. Winter was shaking horrendously now, her entire body trembling uncontrollably as soft, broken whimpers and moans continued to spill from her parted lips. Her eyes were half-lidded and unfocused, cheeks flushed dark, a thin trail of drool slipping from the corner of her mouth as she tried to catch her breath. She looked completely wrecked — overwhelmed, overstimulated, and barely hanging on.

Matthew exhaled sharply, the fog of lust clearing enough for a flicker of awareness to return. He carefully pulled out of her, the movement slow and deliberate so as not to hurt her further. The moment his cock left her body, a thick rush of his cum poured out of her stretched entrance, dripping heavily onto the cushion beneath. The sudden emptiness triggered one final, unexpected climax in Winter — her back arched sharply off the couch as a fresh wave of tremors ripped through her, her pussy clenching and fluttering around nothing while a long, broken cry escaped her throat. She shook even harder for several long seconds, toes curling tightly as the aftershock rolled through her exhausted body.

Giselle moved smoothly around them, completely bare and glowing in the candlelight, and settled onto the couch right beside Winter. She reached out gently, brushing damp strands of hair away from the younger girl’s flushed face with careful, soothing strokes. Her voice was soft and warm, laced with genuine pride as she leaned in closer.

“You did such a good job taking him,” Giselle murmured, fingers continuing their gentle path through Winter’s hair. “Look at you… you took everything he gave you so well. It’s my turn now, okay? You can rest.”

Winter didn’t reply. She couldn’t. Her chest still rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths, her body twitching with residual aftershocks as she lay there completely spent, eyes glassy and distant, lost in the overwhelming high from everything Matthew had just put her through. She could only manage a faint, exhausted sound — something between a whimper and a sigh — as Giselle’s fingers kept brushing soothingly through her hair, the older girl’s presence a quiet anchor in the haze of pleasure still clouding her mind.

Matthew stepped back slightly, his cock still hard and glistening with their combined release, chest heaving as he took in the sight of Winter’s wrecked form and the way Giselle had already positioned herself beside her, ready to take over. Her back arched deeply, pushing her ass up high and back toward him in an open, shameless invitation. Then she began to wiggle it slowly from left to right, the firm, rounded cheeks swaying teasingly, the motion deliberate and hypnotic. The movement made her ass jiggle just enough to catch the light, the subtle sheen of sweat on her skin highlighting every curve.

Giselle glanced back over her shoulder at Matthew, her dark eyes sparkling with that possessive, knowing hunger she always carried when it came to him. A sly little smile curved her lips as she kept wiggling her ass slowly, deliberately spreading her knees a little wider to give him the perfect view. “You must be starving after all that hard work,” she purred, voice low and teasing, laced with the sultry confidence that always drove him wild. “All that thrusting… you deserve a proper snack to recharge. Come here and eat it. My ass has been waiting for your tongue the entire time you were busy with her.”

Matthew’s gaze darkened instantly at the invitation. He dropped to his knees on the plush rug without a second thought, the carpet soft against his skin as he moved in close behind her. His large hands reached out and gripped her ass cheeks firmly, fingers sinking into the soft, warm flesh. He spread them as wide as he could, pulling them apart until her tight, pink asshole was fully exposed — glistening slightly from her own earlier arousal, twitching faintly under his stare. The sight was obscene and perfect, her hole winking at him as she pushed back slightly, presenting herself even more openly.

Giselle let out an impatient little huff, wiggling her ass again right in his face. “Don’t just look at it,” she murmured, voice dropping into that needy, demanding tone she only ever used with him. “Eat me. I want your tongue right there — now. I’ve been so empty without you.”

Matthew didn’t need any more encouragement. He leaned in, hot breath ghosting over her spread cheeks for just a second before he dragged his tongue in one long, slow, flat lick straight across her asshole. The taste of her — clean, slightly salty from the light sheen of sweat, with that faint sweetness that was uniquely hers — flooded his senses immediately. He groaned against her skin, the vibration making her gasp, and then he dove in properly. His tongue circled the tight rim slowly at first, tracing every delicate fold with deliberate care, feeling the way her asshole fluttered and clenched under the wet heat of his mouth. He pressed the tip of his tongue right against the center, pushing insistently, trying to work his way inside the tight ring of muscle as he licked and lapped at her with growing hunger.

Giselle moaned loudly, the sound rich and satisfied, pushing her ass back harder against his face. “Yes… just like that,” she breathed, her voice already turning breathy. “Deeper. I love when you eat my ass like you own it.”

He obliged instantly, spreading her cheeks even wider with his hands so he could bury his face completely between them. His tongue stiffened and speared into her asshole as far as it could go, fucking in and out in short, wet thrusts while his lips sealed around the tight hole and sucked gently. The filthy, wet sounds of his mouth working her filled the space between them — obscene slurping and licking that mixed with Giselle’s growing moans. He alternated between long, broad strokes that covered her entire crack and focused, swirling circles right on her puckered entrance, occasionally pulling back just enough to spit on her hole before diving back in to lick it up again. His nose pressed against the soft skin just above, breathing in the intimate scent of her as he devoured her ass with single-minded focus.

Giselle’s back arched deeper, her head tipping forward as she rocked back against his tongue, grinding herself onto his face in slow, needy circles. “Fuck… you’re so good at this,” she gasped, one hand reaching back to thread through his hair, holding him in place. “Don’t stop — keep eating my ass like that. I’ve missed your tongue so much.”

Matthew groaned into her, the vibration traveling straight through her body and making her clit throb untouched. He kept spreading her cheeks wide, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh as he licked deeper, tongue fucking into her asshole with wet, filthy thrusts that had her moaning louder and louder. Every time he pulled back to catch his breath he replaced his tongue with two fingers, spreading her open even more so he could admire the way her hole glistened with his spit before diving back in with his mouth. The contrast between Winter’s exhausted, twitching form lying right beside them and Giselle’s eager, demanding energy only made the moment feel more intense.

Matthew’s hands kneaded and spread Giselle’s ass relentlessly, his tongue never stopping its relentless assault on her tightest hole. He licked, sucked, and fucked her with his mouth like he was starving for it, the wet, messy sounds growing louder as more spit dripped down her crack and mixed with the remnants of her own arousal. Giselle’s moans turned into breathy little cries, her hips rolling back against his face in time with every thrust of his tongue, completely lost in the pleasure of having him worship her ass exactly the way she loved.

He could feel every little flutter and clench of her hole around his tongue, the way it relaxed and opened for him the longer he ate her out. Spit dripped messily down her crack, coating her pussy lips and the insides of her thighs, making everything slick and shiny under the warm candlelight. He groaned loudly into her, the deep vibration traveling straight through her body and making her back arch even harder.

Giselle moaned without shame, the sound rich and throaty as she pushed her ass back against his face, grinding slowly in small circles to ride his tongue. “That’s it… keep eating my ass just like that,” she breathed, voice husky with pleasure. Her fingers tightened in his hair, not pulling him away but holding him exactly where she wanted him, encouraging every wet lap and thrust. She kept her knees spread wide on the couch, ass high and presented perfectly for him, the firm cheeks jiggling slightly every time she rocked back. The filthy, wet sounds of his mouth devouring her filled the space between them — loud slurps, obscene sucking noises, and the occasional spit that he deliberately let drip before diving back in to lick it up.

He spread her even wider with both hands, thumbs pressing hard into the soft flesh so her asshole stayed fully exposed and open for his tongue. He alternated between broad, flat licks that covered her entire crack and focused, swirling circles right on the puckered entrance, occasionally sucking the tight ring between his lips and tugging gently. Every time he did that, Giselle let out a sharp, satisfied gasp, her hips jerking back harder. “Fuck… you’re so greedy for it tonight,” she panted, eyes half-lidded as she looked back at him over her shoulder. “Don’t stop. I want your tongue deeper — make my ass nice and wet for what’s coming next.”

Matthew obeyed without hesitation, stiffening his tongue and fucking it in and out of her asshole in steady, rhythmic thrusts. The taste of her was addictive — clean skin mixed with the faint salt of her arousal and the deeper, more intimate flavor that always drove him wild. He could feel her relaxing more with every thrust, the tight muscle softening and opening under the constant wet heat of his mouth. Spit ran freely now, dripping down over her pussy and mixing with the remnants of her own wetness, creating a slick mess that coated everything between her legs.

Finally, Matthew pulled his mouth away with a wet, obscene pop, breathing hard as he sat back on his heels. His lips and chin were shiny with spit, eyes dark and hungry as he stared at her glistening, slightly open asshole. “God… your ass tastes so fucking delicious,” he growled, voice rough and low. “I could eat it for hours.”

He pushed himself up to his feet, towering over her as he stood beside the couch. Giselle stayed on all fours, ass still high and presented, a smug little smile curving her lips as she looked back at him. She gave her ass another slow, teasing wiggle, the cheeks bouncing lightly as she locked eyes with him.

“Mmm, look at you… all full and satisfied from that snack,” she purred, voice dripping with taunting sweetness. “Now that you’ve had your little treat, why don’t you put all that built-up energy to good use on me? I’ve been waiting so patiently while you were busy with her. My ass is right here… nice and wet and ready for you.” She reached back with one hand, spreading one cheek wider to show him the way her asshole still twitched and glistened from his tongue. “Go on. Stop holding back. Fuck my ass. I want to feel every thick inch stretching me open right now.”

Matthew’s cock twitched hard at her words, already leaking fresh precum from the tip. He wrapped his hand around the thick base and pumped it slowly a few times, stroking himself as he stared down at her. Then he stepped closer, smacking the heavy length against her spread cheeks with a wet slap, the sound sharp and filthy. He rubbed the swollen head all along her crack, dragging it up and down over her spit-slick asshole, teasing the tight ring without pushing in yet. The entire time, neither of them broke eye contact — Giselle looking back at him with that dark, challenging stare, Matthew watching her face intently, the tension between them crackling in the candlelit room.

Instead of slamming in all at once, he took his time. He pressed the blunt head of his cock right against her asshole and began to push forward slowly, watching every tiny reaction on her face as the thick tip started to breach the tight ring. Giselle’s eyes widened slightly, her lips parting on a sharp inhale as the initial stretch hit her. The pressure was intense — her asshole resisting for just a moment before the slick spit and her own relaxation let him slip the head inside with a wet pop. A low, guttural moan escaped her, her back arching deeper as her walls fluttered and clenched around the intrusion. Her eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, cheeks flushing darker as she felt herself opening up for him inch by inch.

Matthew kept pushing forward at that torturously slow pace, eyes locked on hers the whole time. He watched the way her mouth fell open wider, the way her lashes fluttered when the thickest part of his shaft stretched her open, the way her fingers dug into the couch cushion as she took more of him. Giselle’s breathing turned ragged, small whimpers mixing with deep, satisfied moans as he sank deeper. Her asshole gripped him like a vice, hot and velvety, every tiny movement sending visible shivers up her spine. When he was halfway in, her eyes rolled back for a brief second, a broken “Fuck…” slipping out as the fullness overwhelmed her in the best way.

He continued the slow, steady push, watching her face twist in pleasure-pain as the last few inches disappeared inside her. Giselle’s whole body trembled when he finally bottomed out, his hips flush against her ass, every thick inch buried deep in her tightest hole. Her mouth hung open in a silent cry, eyes glassy and dark with overwhelming sensation, her inner muscles spasming wildly around him as she adjusted to being so completely filled. A long, shaky moan finally tore from her throat, her ass clenching hard around his cock as she pushed back against him, greedy for even more.

Matthew stayed perfectly still once he was fully buried, both of them breathing hard, eyes still locked in that intense, unbroken stare while her asshole fluttered and squeezed around every inch of him. The candlelight danced across their bodies, highlighting the way her back arched so beautifully and the faint sheen of sweat already forming on her skin. Winter lay spent right beside them, still twitching faintly, completely unaware of anything except the heavy afterglow still pulsing through her own body. The mansion remained wrapped in its private, heated silence, the air thick with the scent of sex and vanilla as Giselle’s ass remained stretched wide around Matthew’s cock.

Then he began to move.

He pulled back with agonizing slowness, watching the way her asshole clung to every veined inch of him, the pink rim stretching and gripping as he withdrew until only the swollen head nestled inside. Giselle let out a low, throaty moan, her eyelids fluttering but never breaking their stare. When he thrust back in, still measured, still controlled, her entire body jolted forward, a sharp gasp escaping her as the thick length dragged along her inner walls and bottomed out again with a wet slap of skin on skin. The sensation was electric for both of them. Her ass was impossibly tight as always, hotter and smoother than anything else. The spit from his earlier tongue-fucking making every glide slick and filthy.

Matthew set a steady rhythm, hips rolling forward in deep, grinding strokes that made her ass ripple with each impact. He kept his hands locked in his waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh to pull her back onto his cock harder on every inward thrust. Giselle pushed back to meet him, matching his pace, her moans growing louder and more shameless as the pleasure built. “Fuck….yes, just like that,” Giselle panted, voice husky and dripping with need. “Feel how my ass takes you? It’s been aching for this the whole time you were gone.”

Matthew’s pace gradually quickened, the thrusts turning harder, deeper, the slap of his hips against her ass growing sharper. Giselle’s moans turned into full cries, her head tipping forward as she braced herself on the couch, pushing back greedily to take every brutal inch. Her asshole clenched and fluttered around him, milking his cock in tight, rhythmic pulses that made his jaw tighten with the effort of holding back. He reached forward, tangling one hand in her hair and tugging her head back firmly, forcing her to arch even more as he pounded into her from behind.

Somi and Yunjin, who had been lost in their own heated kiss on the other side of the sectional, finally broke apart, drawn irresistibly to the sight unfolding right next to them. Somi’s eyes were dark with hunger as she crawled closer, her black silk robe hanging open to reveal her full, still-sensitive breasts. She leaned in and pressed her mouth to Giselle’s shoulder, kissing and biting lightly while one hand slid down to cup and squeeze one of Giselle’s breasts, rolling the stiff nipple between her fingers. Yunjin followed right behind, her own robe discarded somewhere along the way, and positioned herself on Giselle’s other side. She dipped her head lower, tongue flicking out to lick along the curve of Giselle’s spine before moving even lower, her mouth hovering teasingly close to where Matthew’s cock was stretching Giselle’s asshole wide open.

Giselle’s moans grew louder, more broken, as the attention from all sides overwhelmed her. “Don’t stop… fuck my ass harder,” she gasped, eyes still locked on Matthew’s even as Somi pinched her nipple harder and Yunjin’s tongue traced teasing circles around her stretched rim, licking where they were joined. The added sensation made Giselle’s asshole clamp down even tighter around Matthew’s cock, the wet heat almost too much to bear.

Matthew groaned deeply, hips snapping forward with renewed force, fucking into her ass in long, punishing strokes that made the couch shift beneath them. He could feel every flutter, every desperate clench as Giselle’s body surrendered completely to the rough treatment. Winter, still recovering beside them, let out a faint, exhausted whimper as another small aftershock made her thighs tremble, her eyes fluttering open just enough to watch the way Matthew’s thick cock disappeared repeatedly into Giselle’s tightest hole.

The four of them moved together in a messy, heated tangle — Matthew pounding relentlessly into Giselle’s ass, Somi and Yunjin touching and licking and kissing every inch of her they could reach, while Winter lay spent and leaking right next to them, her body still twitching in the afterglow. Giselle’s cries echoed through the mansion, raw and needy, her ass taking every brutal thrust as Matthew lost himself in the tight, velvety heat. He kept his grip on her hair and waist, using the leverage to drive deeper, faster, the wet slapping sounds growing louder and filthier with every passing second.

Giselle’s voice cracked as another wave of pleasure crashed through her. “Yes… right there… don’t you dare slow down,” she demanded, pushing back against him even as her legs started to shake. Somi’s hand slid lower, fingers finding Giselle’s dripping pussy and sinking two inside without warning, curling them in time with Matthew’s thrusts. Yunjin’s tongue continued its teasing path around the stretched rim of Giselle’s asshole, licking and sucking wherever she could reach, adding another layer of overwhelming sensation.

Matthew’s thrusts grew erratic, hips slamming forward with raw power, the head of his cock battering deep inside Giselle’s ass on every stroke. The entire scene had become a living, breathing tangle of bodies and pleasure — sweat-slick skin, black silk robes discarded everywhere, candlelight painting everything in warm, flickering gold. Winter’s faint, exhausted whimpers mixed with Giselle’s loud, shameless moans, while Somi and Yunjin’s soft gasps and the wet sounds of fingers and tongues filled every gap.

Matthew kept fucking Giselle’s ass without mercy, lost in the tight, pulsing heat and the way her body opened up so perfectly for him. Giselle’s eyes never left his, that possessive spark burning brighter with every brutal thrust, her voice breaking as she moaned his name and begged for more.

Matthew’s hips snapped forward with building force, the thick length of his cock driving deep into Giselle’s asshole in long, powerful strokes that made her entire body rock forward on the couch. The tight ring of muscle stretched obscenely around his shaft, gripping him like a hot, velvet fist with every thrust. He started steady, almost measured, savoring the way her inner walls fluttered and clenched around him, the slick heat from his earlier tongue-fucking making every glide smooth and filthy. But the need inside him grew too fast, too urgent. His pace quickened, hips rolling faster, the wet slap of skin meeting skin growing sharper and louder as he fucked her ass with increasing intensity.

Giselle’s moans turned raw and unrestrained, her back arching deeper as she pushed back to meet every thrust. “Harder,” she gasped, voice breaking on the word. “Don’t you dare hold back on me.” Her asshole clenched tighter around him with each snap of his hips, the pressure almost overwhelming as he picked up speed. The couch creaked beneath them, the cushions shifting with the force of his movements. Every deep plunge made her ass cheeks ripple, the firm flesh bouncing against his pelvis as he drove into her again and again. The obscene, squelching sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her spit-slick hole filled the room, mixing with the faint crackle of the vanilla candles and the soft, exhausted whimpers still slipping from Winter’s lips beside them.

Somi and Yunjin didn’t stay idle. Somi’s fingers remained buried in Giselle’s dripping pussy, curling and thrusting in perfect time with Matthew’s rhythm, stroking that sensitive spot inside her with ruthless precision. Yunjin’s tongue kept working the stretched rim of Giselle’s asshole whenever Matthew pulled back, licking and sucking at the place where they were joined, adding wet, teasing licks that made Giselle’s whole body shudder. The combined stimulation had Giselle trembling, her thighs shaking as she tried to hold herself up on all fours, as high and presented for Matthew’s relentless pounding.

Matthew’s speed increased again, hips slamming forward in a brutal, rapid rhythm that left no room for gentleness. The wet, filthy slapping sounds echoed off the high ceilings of the mansion, his heavy balls smacking against her soaked pussy with every thrust. He could feel her asshole pulsing around him, the tight heat squeezing and milking his cock as if trying to pull him even deeper. Sweat slid down his chest, dripping onto her arched back as he fucked her harder, faster, the head of his cock battering against the deepest parts of her with every powerful stroke. Giselle’s cries grew louder, more desperate, her voice cracking as the overwhelming pleasure built higher and higher inside her.

“I’m so close,” Matthew growled, voice strained and rough, his grip on her waist tightening until his fingers left faint red marks on her skin. His thrusts never faltered, hips snapping forward with raw, animalistic need as he chased the edge.

Giselle’s eyes flew wide open at his words, her mouth falling open in a silent cry before she found her voice. She screamed it out, loud and raw, the sound echoing through the entire living room. “Cum inside me! Fill my asshole — paint every fucking wall white with your cum! Mark me again, make it yours like you always do!” Her voice broke into a desperate, throaty shout, the words spilling out between broken moans as her body trembled violently beneath him. “Don’t you dare pull out — give it all to me, right now!”

The filthy demand snapped the last thread of his control. Matthew slammed forward one final time, burying his cock to the absolute hilt inside her spasming asshole with a powerful, bone-rattling thrust. His entire body tensed as his orgasm crashed over him, thick, hot ropes of cum flooding deep into her tightest hole. He kept pushing forward even after he was fully buried, grinding his hips in slow, insistent circles to force every last drop as far inside her as possible, the head of his cock pressed hard against her inner walls while pulse after heavy pulse painted her asshole white. The sensation of being filled so completely, so deeply, pushed Giselle straight over the edge right along with him.

Her climax hit like a freight train. Her entire body jerked violently beneath him, back bowing sharply as powerful tremors ripped through her from head to toe. Her eyes rolled back, lashes fluttering wildly, mouth hanging open in a silent, breathless scream that eventually tore free as a long, shattered cry. Her face contorted in pure, overwhelming ecstasy — eyebrows furrowed tight, cheeks flushed a deep, burning red, lips swollen and parted as her expression twisted between agony and bliss. Tears of intense pleasure gathered at the corners of her eyes, spilling over as her asshole clamped down around his pulsing cock in rhythmic, vise-like spasms, milking every drop he gave her. Her thighs shook uncontrollably, knees buckling slightly against the couch as wave after wave crashed through her, the extra stimulation from Somi’s fingers curling deep in her pussy and Yunjin’s tongue still teasing her stretched rim amplifying everything until she was shaking so hard it looked like she might collapse.

Matthew kept his cock buried deep, grinding slowly through the last spurts of his release, feeling her asshole flutter and squeeze around him as she rode out the intense orgasm. Giselle’s body continued to jerk and twitch in powerful aftershocks, her breath coming in short, sobbing gasps, face still locked in that raw, blissful expression — eyes half-rolled back, mouth slack, a thin trail of drool slipping from the corner of her lips as the pleasure refused to let her go. Somi and Yunjin kept touching her through it, fingers and tongue working her until the tremors finally began to ease, leaving Giselle trembling and spent, her asshole still spasming weakly around Matthew’s softening cock.

Eventually he eased back, watching with dark, satisfied eyes as his softening length slid free from her stretched hole. A thick, creamy trickle of his release immediately followed, leaking slowly from her well-fucked asshole and dripping down over her pussy lips before sliding onto the cushion beneath her. Giselle let out a long, shaky exhale, her body still trembling from the intensity of her climax, ass twitching faintly as the warm cum continued to seep out.

He leaned down slightly, one hand stroking gently over the curve of her hip as he murmured against her ear, voice low and rough with affection. “Aeri… I love being inside your ass so much. Nothing else feels like this. You take me so perfectly every single time”

Giselle’s lips curved into a lazy, blissed-out smile, her eyes still half-lidded as she glanced back at him over her shoulder. She didn’t reply with words — just a soft, contented hum and a subtle push of her hips, as if silently agreeing that her ass was made for him.

Somi and Yunjin had already begun to shift away from Giselle’s sides, their hands and mouths leaving her skin with one last lingering touch. Somi moved first, sliding off the couch with graceful ease, her own black silk robe hanging open and revealing the soft, full curves of her breasts and the faint dampness still glistening between her thighs. She reached down and helped Giselle lower herself properly onto the sectional, guiding the older girl to lie on her back beside Winter. Giselle settled with a satisfied sigh, legs parting slightly so the evidence of Matthew’s release continued to leak out of her in slow, obscene drips. Winter lay right next to her, still twitching faintly with the occasional aftershock, her small body limp and spent, chest rising and falling in shallow, exhausted breaths.

Somi brushed a strand of hair away from Giselle’s flushed face, then turned her gaze to both girls lying side by side — one completely wrecked and leaking, the other still hazy and trembling. A soft, hungry smile spread across Somi’s lips as she looked over at Matthew and Yunjin. “While Yunjin keeps him busy for a little while,” she said, voice warm and teasing, “I’m going to take care of you two. Especially Minjeong… this is her first real time with us, and I want to make sure she feels every bit of it.” She crawled onto the couch between the two girls, her hands already sliding gently over Winter’s quivering thighs and Giselle’s cum-slick skin, clearly eager to taste the mess they had both made.

Meanwhile, Yunjin had turned her full attention to Matthew. She slid off the couch and dropped gracefully to her knees in front of him, her thick, luscious lips parting slightly as she reached out and wrapped her fingers around his softened, glistening cock. The length was still slick and shiny with the combined mess of Giselle’s ass and the remnants of his release, heavy and warm in her palm. Yunjin looked up at him with a playful little glint in her eyes, stroking him slowly as she murmured, “Looks like this guy needs some cleaning up… don’t you think?”

Matthew let out a small, breathless chuckle, one hand coming down to rest lightly on top of her head. “You know exactly what to do,” he replied, voice still rough from everything that had come before.

Yunjin’s smile widened. She lifted his cock and smacked the heavy, glistening length playfully against her own full, plush lips a few times, the wet sounds soft but deliberate. She had hoped the contact would make him harden instantly — the way it usually did when she teased him like this — but this time his length stayed soft and heavy in her hand, still recovering from the intense rounds with Winter and Giselle. Undeterred, she pumped him slowly with her fist a few times, feeling the weight of him, spreading the slick mess along his shaft with her fingers. Then, without hesitation, she parted her lips wider and took him into her mouth in one smooth, unhurried glide.

She swallowed his entire length slowly, her throat relaxing completely as she sank down until her nose pressed against his pelvis. There was no resistance, no struggle — just the warm, wet heat of her mouth and throat enveloping him completely, her tongue pressed flat along the underside as she held him there for a long moment. She hummed softly around him, the vibration traveling straight through his cock, before pulling back just enough to let his length slide almost all the way out, leaving only the head resting on her tongue.

Yunjin pulled off completely for a second, a thin string of saliva and mixed fluids connecting her swollen lips to the tip of his cock. She licked her lips slowly, savoring the taste, then let out a low, appreciative hum. “Mmm… the mix of Aeri ’s ass and Minjeong’s pussy on you is actually really good,” she murmured, voice husky and genuine. “Sweet and salty at the same time… I could taste this all night.”

She didn’t wait for a reply. She leaned in again, taking him back into her mouth with the same slow, deliberate ease, her thick lips stretching prettily around his softening length as she began to clean him thoroughly with long, lazy strokes of her tongue. Her hands rested lightly on his thighs, steadying herself while she worked, eyes glancing up at him every so often with that quiet, devoted look she always wore when she had him like this.

The living room had become a haze of overlapping sensations and soft sounds — the faint, wet noises of Somi’s mouth and fingers exploring both Winter and Giselle on the couch, the occasional exhausted whimper from Winter as she was gently licked and soothed, Giselle’s low, satisfied sighs as she recovered, and the quiet, intimate sounds of Yunjin’s mouth working Matthew’s cock with unhurried devotion. Candlelight continued to flicker across every bare curve and slick surface, the vanilla scent now heavily mixed with the thick, unmistakable aroma of sex that clung to the air. The mansion felt warmer, smaller, wrapped completely around the five of them as the night stretched on, each person finding their own way back into the shared rhythm of pleasure and connection.

Matthew’s fingers threaded gently through Yunjin’s hair, letting her take her time, while his gaze drifted over to the couch where Somi’s eyes gleamed with quiet satisfaction as she settled herself between the two spent bodies on the wide sectional. The black silk of her robe had slipped completely off one shoulder, hanging open to reveal the full, heavy swell of her breasts and the faint damp spots where her own nipples had hardened from the sight alone. Winter and Giselle lay side by side, both of them still trembling faintly in the aftermath of Matthew’s rough attention — Winter on the left, completely wrecked and leaking steadily onto the cushion, her small frame limp and twitching with every residual aftershock; Giselle on the right, breathing harder but still carrying that familiar spark of control even as thick trails of cum continued to drip slowly from her well-fucked asshole.

Somi licked her lips slowly, savoring the moment. This was her favorite part — stepping in to take care of her girls after Matthew had used them so thoroughly. She placed one hand gently on Winter’s quivering thigh, thumb stroking soothing circles over the sensitive skin, and the other on Giselle’s hip, fingers pressing just enough to feel the heat radiating from her. Both girls were soaked, their combined arousal and Matthew’s release glistening under the flickering candlelight, the air thick with the heavy, musky scent of sex.

She started with Winter.

The youngest girl was utterly submissive, her body yielding completely the second Somi’s mouth descended. Somi leaned in and dragged her tongue in one long, slow stripe from Winter’s clit all the way up through her dripping folds, tasting the salty-sweet mix of Matthew’s thick cum and Winter’s own slickness. Winter let out a broken, helpless whimper, her hips twitching weakly as if trying to push closer but lacking the strength to do more than tremble. Her hands fisted loosely at her sides, not grabbing or guiding, just holding on as she surrendered entirely to Somi’s tongue.

Somi hummed softly against her, the vibration making Winter’s thighs shake harder. She licked deeper, tongue sliding inside the cum-filled entrance to scoop out the warm, creamy load Matthew had left behind, swallowing it down with obvious relish before returning to swirl slow, firm circles around Winter’s swollen clit. Winter’s head tipped back against the cushion, lips parted on a constant stream of soft, needy sounds — little gasps and whimpers that grew higher and more desperate the longer Somi worked her. She was completely pliant, thighs falling open wider without any prompting, her small body arching only when the pleasure became too sharp, then melting back down again like she had no will left to resist.

“Good girl,” Somi murmured against her pussy, voice warm and affectionate. “Just lie there and let me clean you up. You took Daddy so well… now let unnie take care of the mess.” She sucked gently on Winter’s clit, then pushed her tongue back inside, lapping up more of the leaking cum while her fingers stroked soothingly along the younger girl’s trembling inner thighs. Winter could only nod weakly, eyes glassy and unfocused, completely lost in the gentle but insistent pleasure. Every slow lick made her twitch, every swallow of Matthew’s release drawing a fresh, broken whimper from her throat as she gave herself over entirely.

Giselle watched the scene with half-lidded eyes, her own body still pulsing from the brutal fucking she had just taken. She was less fully submissive than Winter — there was still that demanding edge to her, the way she always needed to feel at least a little in control — but even she couldn’t hide how spent and sensitive she was. When Somi finally turned her attention to her, Giselle’s breath hitched, a low, needy sound escaping before she could stop it.

Somi smiled against Giselle’s skin as she moved over, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of her thigh before dragging her tongue straight through the messy trail of cum leaking from her asshole. Giselle’s hips jerked sharply, a mix of a moan and a half-command slipping out. “Deeper, Somi… don’t tease. Use your whole tongue.” There was still that bossy tone, the familiar possessiveness, but it was softened by the way her voice cracked slightly, the way her thighs trembled as Somi obeyed and pushed her tongue inside the cum-filled hole without hesitation.

Somi licked her slowly, thoroughly, savoring the thicker, earthier taste of Matthew’s load mixed with the unique flavor of Giselle’s ass. She swirled her tongue in slow circles, fucking it in and out in lazy thrusts while her fingers gently spread Giselle’s cheeks wider. Giselle’s hand came down to thread through Somi’s hair, not quite guiding but definitely holding her there, a clear sign of that half-submissive, half-demanding balance. “Yes… like that. Eat it all out of me. I want to feel your tongue cleaning every drop he left inside.” Her words were commanding, but her body betrayed her — back arching, thighs shaking, a helpless whimper escaping when Somi sucked gently on the sensitive rim.

Winter, still lying right beside her, let out another soft, submissive whimper as she watched through half-lidded eyes. Her hand twitched like she wanted to reach out but didn’t have the energy, so she simply lay there, trembling faintly while Somi alternated between them — licking deep into Winter’s pussy again, then returning to Giselle’s asshole, cleaning both girls with slow, devoted strokes of her tongue. The wet, filthy sounds of her mouth working their spent holes filled the space between them, mixed with Winter’s quiet, yielding whimpers and Giselle’s breathier, more demanding moans.

Somi hummed happily as she moved back and forth between them, her own arousal dripping slowly down her thighs from how much she loved this — tasting Matthew on both of them, feeling how completely they had been used and how willingly they now let her take care of the aftermath. Winter remained fully pliant, every lick drawing soft, broken sounds from her as she melted under Somi’s mouth, completely submissive and open. Giselle was a perfect mix — letting Somi devour her, arching and moaning, but still murmuring little orders between gasps: “Slower there… yes, fuck, just like that… don’t forget my clit, Somi-ya.”

Somi obliged every time, her tongue and fingers working both girls with patient, loving thoroughness. She sucked gently on Winter’s clit until the younger girl’s thighs shook with another weak aftershock, then moved to Giselle’s asshole again, pushing her tongue deep while her fingers stroked the older girl’s dripping pussy. Both of them were leaking steadily onto the couch now, the combined mess of cum and fresh arousal coating Somi’s chin and lips as she continued eating them out with unhurried devotion.

The three of them formed a perfect, intimate little tangle on the sectional — Winter lying completely submissive and spent, Giselle half-yielding and half-directing with breathy commands, and Somi happily lost between their thighs, tasting and cleaning and pleasuring them both while the candlelight flickered softly across their flushed, sweat-slicked skin. The mansion felt even warmer, the air thicker with the scent of sex and satisfaction, as Somi took her time making sure neither girl was left untouched or uncleaned after what Matthew had done to them. Winter’s soft, helpless whimpers and Giselle’s mixed moans of pleasure and quiet demands blended together beautifully, creating a private symphony that Somi savored with every slow, deliberate lick.

Meanwhile, Matthew and Yunjin already moved into the adjacent dining room. The long wooden table gleamed under the low overhead lights, its surface cool and smooth — the perfect stage for what he had in mind. Yunjin’s entire body is completely lay flat along the length of the table, her head hanging off the edge so her long hair cascaded toward the floor. The wet, obscene sounds echoed through the dining room — loud, rhythmic glucks and gurgles as his cock pounded in and out of her throat without any mercy. Saliva poured freely from the corners of her mouth, running in thick rivulets down her upside-down face, over her cheeks, across her forehead, and dripping onto the floor beneath her head. Her lips stretched wide around the base of his shaft, shiny and swollen, the excess spit making everything messy and glistening under the warm lights. Yunjin’s body jerked slightly with every brutal thrust, her breasts bouncing on her chest, but Matthew’s strong hands kept her wrists pinned firmly to the table, holding her exactly where he wanted her.

He fucked her throat like he owned it, hips driving forward again and again, the head of his cock sliding deep into the tight heat of her esophagus with every stroke. Yunjin kept making sounds — muffled, wet, desperate little noises that vibrated deliciously around his length. They weren’t sounds of discomfort; they were pure, needy moans filtered through the thick cock stretching her throat wide open. Her eyes watered, tears slipping down her temples and mixing with the saliva coating her face, but she never once tried to pull away. Instead her tongue pressed flat against the underside of his shaft, working him even as he used her without remorse.

Matthew’s pace grew harder, faster, the table creaking faintly beneath her as he pounded her throat like there was no tomorrow. The wet slapping of his balls against her forehead mixed with the constant, filthy gurgles coming from her mouth. Saliva streamed down her face in steady rivers now, soaking her hair and pooling on the floor in a growing puddle. Her upside-down expression was one of complete surrender — eyes half-rolled back, cheeks hollowed from the suction she was still trying to give him even while being brutally fucked.

He kept her wrists pinned tight, using them as leverage to drive deeper, his hips snapping forward with raw power. Yunjin’s body jolted with every thrust, her throat convulsing around him in rhythmic squeezes that only made him groan and fuck her harder. The dining room filled with the lewd symphony of her throat being used — loud, wet, relentless — while her hands stayed trapped under his, fingers twitching helplessly against the wood.

Then Matthew shifted his grip.

He released one of her wrists and slid that hand down between her spread thighs, plunging two thick fingers straight into her soaked pussy without warning. Yunjin’s muffled cry vibrated intensely around his cock as he curled them deep, stroking her inner walls in time with his thrusting. At the same time his other hand moved to her throat, wrapping around the front of her neck and squeezing just enough to hold her steady. The pressure wasn’t painful — it was possessive, stabilizing, keeping her head and body exactly where he needed her as he increased the brutality and speed of his thrusts.

Now he fucked her throat with even more force, hips slamming forward in rapid, punishing strokes while his fingers pumped in and out of her dripping pussy and his palm pressed firmly against her neck. Yunjin’s sounds grew louder, wetter, more desperate — constant, vibrating moans that traveled straight through his cock as her body shook on the table. Saliva continued to pour from her mouth in thick streams, coating her entire face and dripping heavily onto the floor. Her pussy clenched hard around his fingers, gushing fresh slickness with every deep thrust of his cock down her throat.

Matthew didn’t slow down. He kept her pinned and filled from both ends, one hand squeezing her throat to keep her perfectly still while the other fingered her pussy mercilessly, all while his hips drove his cock in and out of her throat like a machine. The dining room echoed with the wet, filthy sounds of her being used so completely — the constant gurgles, the slap of skin, the creak of the table, and Yunjin’s muffled, needy moans that never stopped.

She was completely at his mercy, throat bulging, face a shiny mess of her own saliva, body trembling as he fucked her without any sign of slowing down. Matthew’s eyes stayed locked on her upside-down face, watching every twitch, every tear, every desperate flutter of her lashes while he used her throat and pussy at the same time, the pressure on her neck keeping her exactly where he wanted her as the intensity only continued to climb.

Matthew’s hips drove forward with relentless power, burying his cock to the absolute hilt down Yunjin’s throat on every stroke. The tight, velvety heat of her esophagus squeezed around him like it was custom-made, rippling and fluttering with each brutal thrust while she took him without the slightest hint of resistance. Her head hung completely off the edge of the dining table, upside-down face already a glistening, ruined mess of thick saliva that poured from the corners of her stretched lips in heavy, continuous streams. The clear fluid ran down her cheeks, over her forehead, and dripped in long, sticky strands onto the polished wooden floor below, creating a growing puddle that reflected the warm overhead lights.

He kept her wrists pinned flat against the table on either side of her head, using them as anchors to pull her body into every savage thrust. His pace was merciless now — fast, deep, and completely unforgiving — the wet, guttural glucking sounds echoing loudly through the dining room with every time his heavy balls slapped against her forehead. Yunjin’s muffled moans vibrated intensely around his shaft, the constant, needy hums traveling straight down his length and making his cock throb harder inside her throat. Her eyes were glassy and half-rolled back, tears streaming from the corners and mixing with the rivers of spit coating her face, but there was nothing but pure, devoted pleasure in the way her tongue pressed flat and worked him even as he fucked her throat raw.

Matthew’s free hand had been buried between her spread thighs, two thick fingers pumping roughly in and out of her soaked pussy, curling hard against that sensitive spot inside her with every thrust of his cock. The dual assault had her body jerking and twitching helplessly on the table, her hips bucking up weakly as fresh slickness gushed around his fingers and dripped down onto the wood beneath her ass. Then he shifted his grip again, sliding the hand from her pussy up to wrap firmly around the front of her throat. His palm pressed just enough to feel the thick bulge of his cock sliding in and out beneath her skin, squeezing with possessive pressure to hold her head perfectly still while he increased the brutality of his thrusts.

The new hold let him fuck her even harder, hips snapping forward in rapid, punishing strokes that made her throat bulge obscenely with every deep plunge. The table creaked loudly under the force, Yunjin’s body jolting violently each time he bottomed out, her breasts bouncing wildly on her chest as saliva continued to flood from her mouth in thick, messy waves. The wet, filthy sounds grew louder — constant, sloppy gurgles and glucks mixed with the sharp slap of his hips against her upside-down face. Matthew groaned deeply, eyes locked on the obscene sight of her throat expanding around him, the way her lips stretched so prettily around the base of his cock, the rivers of spit and tears coating her entire face until she looked completely wrecked and claimed.

He could feel his climax building fast, a heavy, coiling pressure at the base of his spine that made his balls tighten and his cock swell even thicker inside her throat. His thrusts turned erratic and savage, hips slamming forward with raw power as he chased the edge, fingers squeezing tighter around her neck to keep her exactly where he needed her. Yunjin’s muffled cries grew louder and more desperate, vibrating wildly around his length as her pussy clenched hard around nothing, her body trembling uncontrollably from the overwhelming fullness in both her throat and the lingering ache between her legs.

“I’m gonna cum,” Matthew growled, voice strained and low, his grip on her wrists and throat tightening as he drove into her face with everything he had left. “Right down your fucking throat — take every drop like the perfect little toy you are.”

Yunjin could only respond with a deep, vibrating moan that shook around his cock, her eyes fluttering as she surrendered completely to what was coming.

Matthew slammed forward one final time, burying himself as deep as physically possible down her throat until her nose was crushed against his pelvis and her chin pressed against his balls. His entire body tensed, a low, guttural groan tearing from his chest as the first powerful rope of cum erupted straight into her esophagus. Thick, hot spurts flooded her throat in heavy pulses, painting her insides white as he kept his cock buried to the hilt, grinding slowly to force every last drop as deep as it would go. The sheer volume was overwhelming — rope after thick rope shooting directly into her stomach while the excess had nowhere to go but back up.

Cum began to overflow almost immediately. Even with his cock sealing her throat completely, the sheer amount pushed back around the sides of his shaft, bubbling out from the corners of her stretched lips in creamy white streams. It mixed with the endless saliva already coating her face, dripping down her upside-down cheeks, over her forehead, and into her hair in messy, obscene rivulets. Some of it even leaked from her nostrils in thick, pearly drops, running down the bridge of her nose and joining the chaos on her skin. Yunjin’s throat convulsed around him in rhythmic swallows, trying desperately to take everything he gave her, but the overflow was too much — thick globs of cum and spit ran freely down her face, coating her eyes, her temples, and dripping heavily onto the floor in long, stringy strands.

Matthew kept his cock buried deep through the entire orgasm, grinding and pulsing as the last heavy spurts emptied into her, making sure she felt every throb and twitch while her throat milked him dry. Her body jerked and trembled violently beneath him, the combination of the massive load flooding her and the relentless pressure on her throat pushing her straight into another shattering climax of her own. Her pussy clenched hard around nothing, fresh slickness gushing out between her thighs as her muffled, choking moans vibrated wildly around his cock.

Only when the last weak spurt had been drained did Matthew finally ease back, slowly sliding his length from her throat with a long, wet, obscene pop. The moment he pulled free, a massive rush of thick, white cum poured from her open mouth like a broken faucet — thick globs and strings spilling out over her upside-down face, running down her cheeks, across her forehead, and dripping heavily into the growing puddle on the floor. Her lips stayed parted, swollen and shiny, as more cum bubbled and leaked from the corners, mixing with the rivers of saliva until her entire face was a complete, filthy mess of his release. Some of it even clung to her eyelashes and ran into her hair, turning the once-elegant strands into a sticky, cum-soaked tangle.

Yunjin lay there gasping, chest heaving, her upside-down face completely painted white and glistening under the lights. She swallowed hard a few times, the motion visible and messy, a thick strand of cum still dangling from her lower lip before it finally broke and fell onto the floor with a wet splat. Her eyes were glassy, cheeks flushed dark, but the small, satisfied hum that escaped her cum-covered lips told him everything — she had loved every brutal second of it.

Matthew stood over her, breathing hard, his cock still twitching and shiny with the remnants of her throat and his own release. He reached down and gently stroked her cum-streaked cheek with his thumb, smearing the mess across her skin as he took in the beautiful, ruined sight of her lying there completely claimed and overflowing with his cum.

“Get up,” he ordered, voice rough and commanding. “Kitchen counter. Bend over it. Now.”

Yunjin didn’t hesitate. Even though her legs felt like jelly and her head was still spinning from the brutal throatfucking, she slid off the table with shaky determination. Cum and spit continued to drip from her chin and hair as she moved, leaving a messy trail behind her on the hardwood floor. She walked the few steps into the open kitchen area on unsteady feet, the cool air of the mansion brushing against her completely naked, flushed skin. Without needing further instruction she bent forward over the wide marble counter, pressing her upper body down until her heavy breasts squished against the cold surface and her ass pushed out invitingly toward him. Her legs spread just enough to give him full access, the remnants of her own arousal already glistening between her thighs.

Matthew followed right behind her, his cock still half-hard and shiny from her throat. He didn’t give her a single second to prepare. The moment she was in position he gripped her hips firmly, lined himself up, and thrust straight into her pussy in one powerful, unrelenting stroke. Yunjin’s mouth fell open in a sharp, broken gasp that quickly melted into a loud, needy moan as the thick length stretched her open without any warning. The sudden fullness made her knees buckle slightly against the counter, her body jolting forward as he buried himself to the hilt in a single brutal push.

He didn’t pause. He started fucking her immediately — hard, fast, and completely merciless — hips slamming forward with punishing force that made her ass ripple and her breasts slide back and forth against the cool marble with every thrust. The wet, filthy slapping sounds of skin meeting skin echoed sharply through the kitchen, mixing with the obscene squelch of her soaked pussy taking him so suddenly. Yunjin’s moans grew louder and more desperate, her fingers scrambling for purchase on the counter’s edge as her body rocked violently with each deep plunge.

Matthew reached around and shoved two thick fingers into her mouth without slowing down, pressing them deep against her tongue to muffle some of her cries while still letting the needy sounds vibrate around them. At the same time his other hand slid up to cup one of her small, round breasts, squeezing the soft flesh roughly, fingers digging in as he used the grip for leverage to fuck her even harder. His palm pressed firmly against her nipple, rolling and pinching it between his fingers while his hips snapped forward in a brutal, unrelenting rhythm. The counter creaked under the force of his thrusts, Yunjin’s body jolting forward each time he bottomed out, her pussy clenching and fluttering wildly around his thick cock as it stretched her open over and over again.

He kept the pace savage, hips driving into her with raw power that left no room for gentleness. Every thrust forced her breasts to slide against the marble and made her moan loudly around his fingers, the sound wet and muffled but still dripping with pure pleasure. Saliva mixed with the leftover cum on her face dripped from her chin onto the counter as she was fucked senseless, her eyes fluttering half-closed while her body shook from the intensity. Matthew’s fingers curled deeper into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue as he used her like a toy, his other hand kneading and squeezing her breast harder, thumb flicking roughly over her stiff nipple in time with his pounding.

The kitchen filled with the lewd symphony of their bodies colliding — loud, wet slaps, the creak of the counter, Yunjin’s constant muffled moans vibrating around his fingers, and the faint, sticky sounds of her pussy taking every brutal inch. Matthew leaned over her back, chest pressed against her as he drove even deeper, the new angle letting him grind against that sensitive spot inside her with every savage thrust. Her legs trembled violently, knees knocking against the lower cabinets as she struggled to stay upright under the relentless assault, but she never once tried to pull away. Instead she pushed her ass back to meet him as best she could, silently begging for more even while her body shook from the overwhelming pace.

From the living room, the distant sounds of Somi’s mouth and fingers working the other two girls drifted faintly toward them — soft, wet licking noises and breathy whimpers — but Matthew didn’t care. His entire focus stayed locked on Yunjin’s body beneath him, the way her pussy gripped him so perfectly, the way her muffled cries grew higher and more desperate around his fingers. He fucked her like he was trying to carve his shape into her, hips slamming forward with bruising force, hand squeezing her breast harder while his fingers pressed deeper into her mouth, holding her exactly where he wanted her as the brutal rhythm continued without any sign of slowing.

Yunjin’s eyes rolled back slightly, tears of overwhelming pleasure slipping down her cum-streaked cheeks as she took everything he gave her, her small round breast spilling over his palm with every rough squeeze. The marble counter grew warmer under her body from the heat radiating off her skin, her hips jerking forward with every powerful thrust while her pussy leaked fresh slickness down her thighs, coating his balls and dripping onto the floor. Matthew kept the pace punishing and deep, fingers thrusting in and out of her mouth in time with his cock, the dual sensation pushing her closer and closer to the edge without letting her fall over it just yet.

Matthew kept pounding into Yunjin with brutal, unrelenting force, his hips slamming against her ass so hard the marble counter creaked under the impact. Each deep thrust drove his thick cock all the way to the hilt inside her soaked pussy, the wet, filthy slap of skin on skin echoing sharply through the open kitchen. Yunjin’s muffled moans vibrated around the two fingers he still had shoved deep in her mouth, her tongue swirling desperately against them even as her body jolted forward with every savage stroke. Her small, round breasts were squished against the cold stone, nipples dragging back and forth across the smooth surface while his other hand squeezed and kneaded the soft flesh, pinching and rolling her stiff peaks until she was whimpering louder around his fingers.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled low in her ear, leaning over her back so his chest pressed flush against her spine. “This tight little pussy is sucking me in like it doesn’t want to let go. You love getting used like this, don’t you?”

Yunjin could only nod frantically, eyes watering as another particularly hard thrust made her cry out around his fingers. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin and onto the counter in messy strings. She tried to answer, the words coming out garbled and wet. “Y-yes… love it… use me harder…”

Matthew chuckled darkly and pulled his fingers from her mouth with a wet pop, only to grab a fistful of her hair instead. He yanked her head back, arching her spine even more as he fucked her faster, the new angle letting him grind right against that sensitive spot deep inside her on every stroke. “That’s my good girl. Tell me how it feels.”

“It’s so deep,” she gasped, voice hoarse and broken. “I can feel you in my stomach… please don’t stop… I’m yours, Daddy.”

The word made his cock twitch hard inside her. He kept the brutal pace for several more minutes, hips snapping forward like a piston, the kitchen filling with the constant wet sounds of her pussy taking every inch. Her legs were shaking so badly she could barely stay on her toes. Finally he pulled out completely, the sudden emptiness drawing a desperate whine from her throat. Before she could protest he spun her around, lifted her effortlessly, and sat her on the edge of the counter. He hooked her legs over his arms, spreading her wide open, and slammed back inside in one powerful thrust.

Yunjin’s head fell back with a loud moan, hands flying up to grip his shoulders as he fucked her in this new position. The angle was even deeper now, the head of his cock battering against her cervix with every brutal stroke. “Oh god… right there,” she cried out, nails digging into his skin. “You’re so big… stretching me so much…”

Matthew leaned in and captured her mouth in a messy, hungry kiss, swallowing her moans while his hips kept pounding into her. “You’re taking me so well,” he murmured against her lips between kisses. “This pussy was made for my cock. Look at how you’re creaming all over me.” He glanced down between them, watching the way her slickness coated his shaft and dripped onto the counter with every thrust.

He fucked her like that on the counter for a long while, changing the rhythm from rapid, shallow strokes to slow, grinding ones that made her feel every thick inch. Yunjin’s moans grew higher and needier, her legs trembling in his grip as she got closer and closer. “I’m gonna… I’m so close…” she whimpered, eyes glassy.

“Not yet,” he said with a wicked smirk. He pulled out again, ignoring her frustrated cry, and flipped her around once more. This time he bent her over the counter facing the other way, pressing her chest down hard against the marble. He grabbed both her wrists and pinned them behind her back with one hand, using the leverage to drive into her pussy from behind with even more force. The new position made her ass bounce beautifully with every thrust, the wet slapping sounds louder than ever.

“Fuck… yes… just like that,” Yunjin moaned, cheek pressed against the cool stone, drool slipping from the corner of her mouth. “I love when you use me like this… I’m your toy… please keep going…”

Matthew’s free hand came down in a sharp slap against her ass, the sound cracking through the kitchen. He spanked her again and again in time with his thrusts, leaving faint red handprints on her skin while he fucked her harder. “That’s right. You’re mine tonight. All of you.” His pace was punishing now, hips slamming forward so hard the entire counter shook. Yunjin’s moans turned into constant, broken cries, her pussy clenching and fluttering wildly around him as she teetered right on the edge.

He could feel his own climax rushing up fast, the tight heat of her pussy and the way she was moaning his name pushing him right to the brink. “I’m close,” he growled, voice strained. “Gonna fill this pussy up. You want it?”

“Yes!” Yunjin practically sobbed, pushing her ass back to meet every thrust. “Cum inside me… please… I want to feel it leaking out of me… fill me up, Daddy… give me everything!”

Matthew slammed into her one final time, burying himself as deep as he could go. His cock pulsed hard, thick ropes of hot cum flooding deep into her pussy in heavy, powerful spurts. He kept grinding against her through every pulse, making sure she took every last drop while her own orgasm crashed over her at the same time. Yunjin’s body seized violently, pussy clamping down around him like a vice as she came hard, her walls milking him for everything he had. Her moans echoed through the kitchen, loud and raw, her legs shaking so badly she would have collapsed if he wasn’t holding her up.

He stayed buried inside her long after the last spurt, grinding slowly to push his cum deeper while her pussy continued to flutter and squeeze around him in aftershocks. Thick white streaks of his release were already beginning to leak out around the base of his cock, dripping down her thighs and onto the floor in messy rivulets. Yunjin was panting hard, face flushed and pressed against the counter, a blissed-out smile on her lips as she felt herself overflowing with him.

Matthew finally eased back, watching with dark satisfaction as more of his cum poured out of her well-fucked pussy the moment he pulled free. He gave her ass one last firm slap, then leaned down to kiss the back of her neck, murmuring softly against her skin, “Good girl… you took it all so perfectly.”

“Looks like you’ve been busy,” Somi appeared at the entrance to the kitchen like she had been waiting for the perfect moment. She leaned against the doorframe for a second, taking in the sight of Yunjin bent over the counter, trembling and leaking. “I guess it’s finally my turn now, Daddy.” She said softly, voice warm but edged with playful need. Matthew turned his head, eyes darkening the moment they landed on his daughter. Matthew wiped his hand across his mouth, still tasting Yunjin on his tongue, and met Somi’s gaze with a low, affectionate chuckle. “You’ve been patient, baby girl. Watching me take care of the others first… I know how much you hate waiting, but damn, you look even prettier when you’re waiting your turn.”

Somi closed the distance between them without another word, her bare feet silent on the cool floor. She stopped right in front of him, close enough that the heat of her body brushed against his. “It took you long enough to finally get to me,” she murmured, voice low and teasing, though the need in it was unmistakable. “All those other girls… and now you’re finally going to fuck the one who started everything.”

She rose up on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down into a deep, hungry kiss. Matthew’s hands found her waist instantly, fingers spreading wide over the soft curve of her hips, thumbs stroking the faint stretch marks he loved so much. The kiss was messy and urgent, tongues sliding together, Somi’s full breasts pressing against his chest as she melted into him.

Then, without breaking the kiss, Somi jumped.

She leaped up into his arms with perfect trust, legs wrapping tightly around his waist while her arms stayed locked around his neck. Matthew caught her easily, hands sliding down to grab two full handfuls of her ass, fingers sinking into the soft, warm flesh as he supported her weight. The position pressed her dripping pussy right against his cock — still slick and coated with Yunjin’s mess and his own cum from the previous rounds. Somi broke the kiss just enough to look him straight in the eyes, her lips brushing his as she whispered the two words he had been waiting to hear from her all night.

“Fuck me.”

Matthew didn’t hesitate for even a second.

He shifted his grip on her ass, lifted her slightly, and thrust up into her in one smooth, powerful motion. His cock, still glistening with Yunjin’s juices and the remnants of his own release, sank deep into Somi’s tight, familiar heat. She gasped sharply against his mouth, eyes fluttering as the sudden stretch filled her completely, the messy coating on his shaft making the slide even wetter and filthier. Matthew groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating between them as he started moving immediately — hips snapping up into her while he held her suspended in his arms, fucking her standing right there in the middle of the kitchen.

Somi’s legs tightened around his waist, heels digging into his lower back as she rocked down to meet every thrust. “Yes… just like that,” she moaned, voice breathy and needy, her breasts bouncing against his chest with every powerful upward stroke. “I’ve been waiting for you to fuck me all night… fill your favorite girl again.”

Matthew’s fingers dug harder into her ass, spreading her cheeks as he drove into her deeper, the wet sounds of their bodies colliding filling the kitchen once more. Cum and arousal from Yunjin still coated his cock, mixing with Somi’s own slickness and creating an even messier glide that made every thrust obscenely loud. He could feel the way her pussy clenched around him, welcoming the filthy combination, her inner walls fluttering and squeezing like she was trying to pull him even deeper.

He fucked her like that for long, indulgent minutes — standing in the middle of the kitchen, holding her weight effortlessly while he pounded up into her. Somi’s head fell back, lips parted on constant moans, her full breasts jiggling with every hard thrust as she clung to him. “Harder, Daddy… I want to feel you tomorrow,” she gasped, nails digging into the back of his neck. “Make me yours again.”

Matthew growled and obliged, hips snapping up faster, the slap of skin on skin growing sharper as he drove into her with raw, possessive need. The kitchen counter was still wet from Yunjin’s earlier orgasm, Yunjin herself still bent over it and caught her breath only a few feet away, but none of that mattered right now. All that existed was Somi wrapped around him, her tight pussy taking every inch of his cock that was still coated in another girl’s mess, and the way she moaned his name like she had never stopped belonging to him.

Matthew held Somi suspended in his arms like she weighed nothing, her legs locked tight around his waist and her full breasts pressed flush against his chest. His cock was already buried to the hilt inside her, the thick length still coated in Yunjin’s slickness and the remnants of his own earlier release, making every tiny shift inside her obscenely wet. He didn’t start slow. The moment her whispered “fuck me” left her lips he tightened his grip on her ass and began driving upward with powerful, savage thrusts that lifted her entire body with each stroke.

Somi’s head fell back with a sharp cry, nails digging into the back of his neck as he fucked her standing right there in the middle of the kitchen. The angle let him hit impossibly deep, the head of his cock battering against her cervix on every brutal upward snap of his hips. Her pussy clenched around him like it was trying to pull him even deeper, wet sounds echoing loudly with every thrust as her arousal mixed with Yunjin’s mess and dripped down his balls. He wasn’t gentle with her — he never was with Somi. She was his daughter, his first, the one who had started everything, and he fucked her like he was trying to remind himself exactly who he belonged to.

“Fuck, baby girl… you’re still so tight for me,” he growled against her neck, teeth grazing her skin as he slammed up into her harder. “Even after carrying my child, this pussy still feels like it was made just for Daddy’s cock.”

Somi moaned loudly, the sound raw and needy as her breasts bounced heavily between them. “Yes… harder, Daddy… I’ve been waiting all night for you to ruin me like this.” Her legs tightened around his waist, heels digging into his lower back as she rocked down to meet every punishing thrust. The kitchen filled with the wet, filthy slap of skin on skin, the counter still slick from Yunjin’s earlier orgasm only a few feet away.

He fucked her like that for several long, intense minutes — standing, holding her weight effortlessly while he drove into her with deep, bruising strokes that made her cry out every time he bottomed out. Then, without pulling out, he turned and carried her toward the living room, still impaled on his cock. Every step made him grind deeper inside her, the motion forcing her to bounce on his length. Somi’s moans turned into broken gasps, her face buried in his neck as she clung to him.

The moment they reached the living room he dropped her onto the large sectional couch, flipping her onto her back in one smooth motion. He hooked her legs over his shoulders and slammed back inside her in a single brutal thrust, the new angle letting him drive even deeper. Somi’s back arched violently off the cushions, a loud, shattered moan tearing from her throat as he fucked her with everything he had. His hips snapped forward in a punishing rhythm, the couch creaking loudly beneath them as he pounded her into the cushions. Her full breasts bounced wildly with every thrust, nipples stiff and leaking tiny droplets of milk that he leaned down to catch with his tongue.

“Look at you,” he growled, eyes dark as he watched his cock disappear into her over and over. “Taking Daddy so deep… this is the pussy that gave me Aria. This is the one I bred first.” He fucked her harder, faster, the wet sounds of her pussy growing louder and messier as she creamed around him. Somi’s hands flew up to grip his shoulders, nails raking down his back as she cried out.

“Yes! Fuck your daughter harder… I want it rough tonight… make me feel it for days!” Her voice cracked on the words, eyes rolling back as another powerful thrust made her clit grind against his pelvis.

Matthew didn’t hold back. He fucked her like he was trying to break her — hips slamming forward with bruising force, the head of his cock battering against her cervix on every stroke. He grabbed her breasts roughly, squeezing them together and pinching her nipples until she was sobbing with pleasure, tiny drops of milk leaking onto his fingers. Then he pulled out suddenly, flipping her onto all fours on the couch and slamming back inside her from behind in one savage thrust. The new position let him drive even deeper, his hips colliding with her ass in loud, punishing slaps as he railed her.

Somi’s face was pressed into the cushions, ass high in the air as she pushed back to meet every brutal stroke. “Don’t stop… fuck me like you own me… I’m yours, Daddy… only yours!” Her voice was hoarse, broken, but she kept begging, kept pushing back like she couldn’t get enough.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, arching her spine as he fucked her even harder, the couch shifting across the floor from the force. The wet, obscene sounds of his cock pounding into her pussy filled the entire living room — louder and filthier than anything he had done with the other girls. Somi was shaking, thighs trembling, pussy creaming so much it dripped down her legs in thick rivulets, but she only moaned louder, pushing back to take every inch.

Matthew suddenly pulled out again, lifting her like she weighed nothing and carrying her to the dining table. He bent her over the same marble counter where he had just fucked Yunjin, pressing her chest down hard against the cool surface. He spread her legs wider and slammed back inside her from behind, the new angle making her cry out sharply as he hit an even deeper spot. His hips snapped forward with savage speed, one hand reaching around to rub her clit roughly while the other kept her pinned down by the back of her neck.

“Take it, baby girl,” he growled, voice low and possessive. “This is how Daddy fucks the one who started it all. Harder than anyone else… because you’re mine.”

Somi’s moans turned into constant, broken sobs of pleasure, her body jolting violently with every thrust as he railed her against the counter. The marble was slippery with Yunjin’s earlier mess, but it only made everything wetter and filthier as he fucked his daughter with raw, unrelenting power. Her pussy clenched and fluttered around him, creaming so much it coated his balls and dripped onto the floor, but he didn’t slow down — he fucked her harder, deeper, like he was trying to imprint himself inside her forever.

He kept switching it up, never letting her catch her breath. He flipped her onto her back on the table, hooked her legs over his shoulders again, and drove into her with such force the entire table shook. Then he pulled her off the table, turned her around, and fucked her standing once more, holding her up by her ass while she clung to him and screamed his name. Every position was rougher, deeper, more possessive than anything he had done with Winter, Giselle, or Yunjin. Somi was the original — his daughter, his first, the one who had given him everything — and he fucked her like the world could end and he still wouldn’t stop.

Somi’s voice was hoarse from moaning, her body covered in a sheen of sweat, breasts bouncing wildly as he railed her against the wall now, her back pressed to the cool surface while he drove up into her with punishing strokes. “I’m yours… only yours… fuck your daughter harder… breed me again if you want… just don’t stop!”

Matthew’s grip on her ass tightened, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise as he fucked her with everything he had, the wet, brutal sounds of their bodies colliding echoing through the entire mansion. He had never fucked any of the others this savagely, this completely — Somi was the one he saved the roughest, most possessive treatment for, and she took every brutal thrust like she had been born for it, moaning and begging for more as he claimed her again and again in the middle of their home.

Matthew had Somi pinned against the wall, her back pressed to the cool surface while he drove up into her with deep, punishing strokes that made her full breasts bounce heavily between them. Her legs stayed locked around his waist, heels digging into his lower back as she took every brutal inch. The wet, filthy sound of his cock slamming into her pussy filled the entire space — louder and messier than anything that had come before. Somi’s moans were raw, broken, her nails raking down his shoulders as she clung to him like she never wanted to let go.

But he wasn’t done. Not even close.

He suddenly pulled out, ignoring her desperate whine, and spun her around. Before she could catch her balance he bent her over the back of the sectional couch, shoving her chest down onto the cushions so her ass was high in the air. He spread her legs wider and slammed back inside her in one savage thrust, the new angle letting him hit even deeper. Somi cried out sharply, her voice echoing through the living room as he fucked her from behind with relentless power, hips colliding with her ass in loud, bruising slaps. Her breasts squished against the couch, nipples dragging across the fabric while he gripped her hips hard enough to leave marks.

From the other side of the sectional, Giselle and Winter watched in silence, both of them still recovering from everything Matthew had already done to them. Giselle lay on her back, legs slightly parted, thick trails of cum still slowly leaking from her asshole onto the cushion beneath her. She had one arm draped lazily over her stomach, fingers tracing idle circles on her own skin, but her dark eyes never left the sight of Matthew railing his daughter. There was a mix of hunger and quiet jealousy in her gaze — she loved watching him like this, loved seeing how completely he lost himself in Somi, but it also made her bite her lower lip, thighs pressing together as fresh heat stirred between her legs.

Winter, curled up beside her, was even more affected. The youngest girl was still trembling faintly, her small body curled on its side, one hand pressed between her thighs as if trying to soothe the ache Matthew had left behind. Her eyes were wide and glassy, cheeks flushed dark as she watched Somi get fucked harder than any of them had been. Every brutal thrust made Winter’s breath hitch, her pussy giving a weak, exhausted flutter as she whispered under her breath, “He’s… he’s really giving it to her…”

Giselle heard her and let out a soft, breathless chuckle. “He always saves the roughest for Somi. Watch how she takes it… like she was born for it.” She reached over and gently stroked Winter’s hair, but her own eyes stayed glued to the scene, thighs rubbing together slowly as she grew wet again just from watching.

Matthew didn’t notice them. His entire focus was on Somi. He fucked her over the back of the couch for several long minutes, hips snapping forward with such force the entire sectional shifted across the floor. Then he pulled out again, spun her around, and dropped her onto the rug in front of the coffee table. He followed her down immediately, hooking her legs over his shoulders and slamming back inside her in one brutal stroke. The new position folded her in half, letting him drive impossibly deep, the head of his cock battering against her cervix with every powerful thrust. Somi’s eyes rolled back, mouth falling open in a constant stream of broken cries as he railed her into the floor.

“Fuck… Daddy… you’re so deep,” she sobbed, hands scrambling to grip his arms. “No one else gets you like this… no one else gets fucked this hard… please don’t stop… I need it…”

He leaned down, folding her even more as he pounded into her, his chest pressed to her breasts, mouth latching onto one leaking nipple and sucking hard. Milk trickled onto his tongue while he fucked her with everything he had — hips slamming down in a relentless rhythm that made her entire body jolt against the rug. The wet, obscene sounds of her pussy taking him were louder than ever, her arousal and the mess from Yunjin coating his cock and dripping everywhere.

Giselle and Winter watched every second of it. Winter’s breathing had grown shallow again, her fingers unconsciously slipping between her own thighs as she whispered, “He’s… he’s destroying her…” Giselle hummed in agreement, her own hand drifting lower, slowly circling her clit as she murmured, “That’s how he fucks the one who gave him everything. Look at her face… she lives for it.”

Matthew suddenly pulled out, flipped Somi onto her stomach, and yanked her hips up so she was on all fours on the rug. He mounted her immediately, slamming back inside her pussy from behind with a growl. This time he fucked her like an animal — one hand fisted in her hair, the other slapping her ass hard enough to leave red handprints while his hips drove forward with bruising force. Somi’s face was pressed into the rug, ass high in the air as she pushed back to meet every savage thrust, moaning and begging without shame.

“Yes… fuck your daughter harder… ruin me… I’m yours… only yours…” Her voice was hoarse, broken, but she kept crying out for more, her pussy creaming so much it ran down her thighs in thick rivulets.

Matthew kept switching it up, never letting her catch her breath. He pulled her up into his lap, facing away from him, and bounced her on his cock while sitting on the edge of the couch. Then he stood again, holding her like before but this time facing the other girls so they could see every inch of his cock disappearing into her. Somi’s breasts bounced wildly, milk leaking from her nipples as he fucked her in the air, his hands gripping her ass and spreading her wide so every brutal thrust was on full display.

Giselle’s fingers moved faster between her own thighs, eyes dark with arousal. “Look at how he’s breaking her… she’s never going to walk straight tomorrow.” Winter could only nod, biting her lip hard as she watched Somi get fucked harder than any of them had been.

Matthew finally felt his climax rushing up again, the tight heat of Somi’s pussy and the way she was moaning his name pushing him right to the edge. He slammed her down onto the couch on her back, hooked her legs over his shoulders once more, and fucked her with everything he had left — hips snapping forward in a final, savage rhythm that made the entire couch shake.

“I’m gonna cum,” he growled, voice strained and possessive. “Gonna fill my daughter up again… breed the one who started it all.”

Somi’s eyes flew wide open, her hands flying up to grip his shoulders as her own orgasm crashed over her at the same time. “Yes! Cum inside me, Daddy! Fill your baby girl… give me everything… knock me up again if you want… I’m yours!”

Matthew slammed into her one final time, burying himself as deep as physically possible. His entire body tensed, a raw, guttural roar tearing from his chest as he came harder than he had with any of the others. Thick, powerful ropes of cum flooded deep into Somi’s pussy, pulse after heavy pulse painting her inner walls white while he ground against her cervix, forcing every last drop as far inside her as it would go. The sheer volume was overwhelming — hot, thick spurts that filled her completely and immediately began to leak out around his cock despite how tightly she was clenched around him.

Somi’s reaction was even more intense. Her back arched violently off the couch, eyes rolling back completely as a silent scream tore from her throat before it broke into a raw, shattered cry that echoed through the entire mansion. Her pussy clamped down around him like a vice, milking him through every spurt as her own climax hit her like a freight train. Her entire body convulsed beneath him, thighs shaking uncontrollably, toes curling tight as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her. Tears of overwhelming ecstasy spilled from the corners of her eyes, her mouth open in a constant, broken sob while her pussy fluttered and squeezed around his pulsing cock, drawing out every last drop he had to give her.

Matthew kept grinding deep inside her through the entire orgasm, making sure she felt every throb and twitch, his own body shuddering as he emptied himself completely into the one girl who had always meant the most. The hardest, most intense release he had given anyone tonight belonged to his daughter — the original, the one who had started everything, the one he would always fuck the hardest.

They stayed locked together for long, trembling moments, both of them breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat and cum. Somi’s pussy continued to flutter weakly around him, milking the last weak spurts as thick white streaks of his release began to leak out around the base of his cock and drip down onto the couch. Her eyes were glassy, face flushed and tear-streaked, but the small, blissed-out smile on her lips told him everything — she had never felt more claimed, more loved, more his than in this moment.

From the other side of the couch, Giselle and Winter watched in stunned silence, both of them breathing harder than before, the intensity of what they had just witnessed leaving them speechless. The mansion felt smaller, warmer, wrapped completely around the five of them as Matthew finally eased back, his cock slipping free from Somi with a wet, obscene sound and a heavy rush of cum pouring out of her well-fucked pussy.

Somi lay there trembling, chest heaving, a blissed-out smile on her flushed face as she reached up weakly to touch his thigh. He gave her one last gentle stroke along her hip before stepping back and sinking down onto the large sectional couch, legs spread wide. His cock stood proud and defiant despite everything he had already done tonight — thick, veined, and glistening with the messy combination of Somi’s cream, Yunjin’s juices, and his own multiple releases. It throbbed visibly in the candlelight, still hard, still ready, the head shiny and leaking a fresh bead of precum that slowly trailed down the shaft.

The living room smelled thickly of sex and vanilla, the air heavy and warm. Winter and Giselle were still recovering on the other end of the couch, bodies slick with sweat and cum, eyes half-lidded but already beginning to regain that hungry spark. Before anyone could speak, soft footsteps came from the kitchen. Yunjin appeared in the doorway, legs visibly wobbly, one hand bracing against the frame for support. Her face was still a complete mess — streaks of dried cum and saliva coating her cheeks, chin, and forehead, her hair tangled and sticky. She walked slowly toward the couch, thighs glistening, a small, dazed smile on her swollen lips as she took in the scene.

Her gaze landed first on Somi, who was still leaking heavily onto the rug, then drifted to Matthew sitting there with his cock standing tall and proud. Yunjin’s eyes darkened with fresh heat. “Look at you… still so hard after ruining all of us,” she murmured, voice hoarse from how thoroughly he had used her throat earlier.

Giselle, who had been lazily circling her own clit while watching, let out a low, amused chuckle. She pushed herself up, still leaking from her ass, and crawled over to Somi without a word. Winter followed right behind her, moving on shaky legs but with clear purpose. As if their minds had linked in silent agreement, the two girls positioned themselves between Matthew’s spread thighs on the floor in front of the couch. Winter took the left side, Yunjin the right, both of them leaning in immediately.

Winter started first, pressing soft, reverent kisses along the side of his messy cock, her tongue darting out to taste the mix of everyone’s arousal. “Mmm… you taste like all of us,” she whispered, voice shy but eager, before wrapping her lips around the head and sucking gently. Yunjin joined in on the other side, licking long, slow stripes up the shaft, humming happily at the filthy combination of flavors. “So messy… but so good,” she murmured between licks. “We made you this dirty, Daddy. Let us clean you up properly.”

Matthew groaned deeply, one hand resting on Winter’s head and the other on Yunjin’s, guiding them gently as they worshipped him. Their tongues worked in tandem — licking, sucking, kissing every inch of his cock, cleaning the slick mess with devoted care. Winter took him deeper into her mouth, bobbing slowly while Yunjin licked and sucked on his balls, the two of them making soft, wet sounds that filled the room.

At the same time, Giselle had settled between Somi’s spread thighs on the couch. She used both hands to gently spread Somi’s cheeks and pussy lips, exposing the creamy, leaking mess Matthew had left behind. “Look at how full he left you,” Giselle murmured, voice low and appreciative. She leaned in and dragged her tongue slowly through the dripping folds, scooping up a thick strand of cum and swallowing it with an audible hum. “Mmm… he tastes even better when it’s mixed with you, Somi.”

Somi let out a soft, exhausted moan, one hand threading through Giselle’s hair. “You always know how to clean me up so nicely… don’t stop. I can still feel him so deep inside me.”

Giselle smiled against her pussy and dove back in, licking and sucking with slow, thorough strokes, her tongue pushing inside to scoop out more of Matthew’s release while her fingers gently stroked Somi’s sensitive clit. “He fucked you the hardest tonight… I could hear how loud you were screaming for him. My turn to make you feel good now.”

Winter pulled off Matthew’s cock with a wet pop, strings of saliva and cum connecting her lips to the head as she looked up at him with glassy eyes. “He’s still so hard… even after all of that. Do you want us to keep going, Daddy?”

Yunjin hummed around the side of his shaft, licking a long stripe up to the tip before answering for her. “I think he does. Look at how he’s throbbing. We’re not done taking care of you yet.”

Matthew’s fingers tightened gently in their hair, a low groan escaping him as the two girls continued their devoted work — Winter taking him back into her mouth while Yunjin licked and sucked wherever she could reach. The living room was filled with the soft, wet sounds of mouths and tongues, mixed with Somi’s breathy moans as Giselle ate her out with slow, loving thoroughness.

The night blurred into a continuous haze after that. No one slept. Even when one of the girls would start to drift off from exhaustion, Matthew would simply pull them close and slide back inside them, waking them with deep, slow thrusts until they were moaning and clinging to him again. They moved through every corner of the mansion except the master bedroom — the one place that somehow remained untouched, as if it was too sacred for the raw chaos of the night.

They fucked in the hallway, Somi pressed against the wall while he railed her from behind. They fucked on the stairs, Winter bent over the railing as he took her ass for the first time that night. They fucked in the guest bathroom, Yunjin sitting on the counter with her legs wrapped around him. They fucked in the study, Giselle riding him reverse on the leather chair while the others watched and touched themselves. Every room became a stage for their pleasure, the sounds of moans and skin slapping skin echoing through the entire house until the first light of dawn began to creep through the windows.

By the next morning, the mansion looked like a battlefield of lust — cushions askew, floors sticky, clothes and robes scattered everywhere. But they were still going.

Matthew had Yunjin bent over the wide kitchen island now, her upper body pressed completely against the cool marble, ass high in the air as he fucked her ass with deep, powerful strokes. Her voice carried through the entire mansion — loud, raw, desperate moans that echoed off the walls as he drove into her tightest hole without mercy. “Fuck… Daddy… it’s so deep in my ass… don’t stop… I’m yours… use me!” she cried out, fingers scrabbling against the counter as her body jolted with every thrust.

In the kitchen a few feet away, Giselle and Somi stood at the counter, both of them completely naked and sipping from glasses of cold water. They leaned casually against the marble, watching Matthew rail Yunjin while they talked in low, intimate voices.

Giselle took a slow sip, then smiled sideways at Somi. “He’s been at it all night… and he still has this much energy. I swear, the way he fucks Yunjin right now — you can hear her all the way from the living room. She’s going to be sore for days.”

Somi laughed softly, her own body still marked with faint handprints and love bites from earlier. She glanced over at Yunjin’s shaking form and took a sip from her own glass. “He always saves a little extra for her throat and ass. But you should have seen how he fucked me earlier… I can still feel him so deep. I think I’m the only one who got it that hard tonight.”

Giselle hummed in agreement, eyes dark as she watched Matthew’s hips snap forward. “You always do. You’re his daughter, after all. The rest of us are just lucky he shares.” She reached over and gently brushed a strand of hair behind Somi’s ear, the gesture surprisingly tender. “Still… I wouldn’t trade this for anything. Waking up like this, knowing we’re all his… it’s worth every ache tomorrow.”

Somi leaned into the touch, smiling softly. “Me neither. Even if we never make it to the master bedroom tonight… or this morning… this is exactly where we belong.”

At the dining table just across the open space, Winter was bent over in the exact same position Yunjin had been in earlier — upper body pressed flat against the wood, ass up high in the air, legs trembling. Thick streaks of cum leaked from her pussy and ass, dripping down her thighs as she twitched and whimpered softly, still feeling the aftereffects of the rough fucking Matthew had given her just before moving on to Yunjin. She didn’t try to move. She simply stayed there, breathing hard, a small, satisfied smile on her face as she listened to Yunjin’s loud moans fill the mansion.

The morning light filtered through the windows, soft and golden, casting a gentle glow over the chaotic, beautiful scene. The five of them — tangled, spent, and still completely wrapped up in each other — had turned the mansion into their own private world. No schedules, no cameras, no outside life. Just them, their secret, and the endless pleasure they gave and took from one another.

Matthew’s deep groan mixed with Yunjin’s loud cry as he drove into her ass one final time, and the girls in the kitchen shared a knowing look, their glasses clinking softly together in a quiet toast. The night had become the morning, and the morning would become the day, but none of them were in any rush to let it end.

This was their escape.

This was their family.

This was home.

But in the months until she went to college she would have to live with her uncle Dennis as her father and his new wife wanted to go travelling and didn't want to leave her home alone for three months. Iroha would actually have preferred that, but her opinion hadn't been taken into consideration so now she was stuck in the middle of nowhere with her uncle whom she knew almost nothing about.

Her dad John helped her get all of her bags from the trunk of the car and walked up the faded porch to the front door with her. Whilst Iroha's relationship to her dad had been loving and caring when her mom was still alive, it had grown a lot colder since her death. Especially since his marriage to Iroha's stepmom Michelle, who was only 9 years older than Iroha was now, she felt like she didn't quite belong in her own family anymore.

Now they just exchanged a quick goodbye once her dad had thanked his brother again for taking care of this for him, and she felt like there was a silent conversation happening between the two that she couldn't make sense of.

Only when her dad had gone back to his car and driven away did Dennis actually acknowledge her. Instead of shaking her hand, which she offered to him he leant in to hug her close to him. He was a tall man, towering over Iroha's short 5'2" by at least a foot as he pressed her petite form against his muscular one. That did make Iroha slightly uncomfortable, after all she hadn't seen him in years and they had never been close. However she didn't say anything and thought that when she would live with him for months, she probably had to be okay being hugged by him.

"Been a while since I last saw you, sweetheart. You've grown up into such a beauty!" he said, smiling in a friendly way but his gaze kept moving to her chest. Iroha knew she was pretty, she had been on the cheerleading squad in high school giving her a toned body and her dark eyes and chestnut curls caught a lot of men's eyes. Her C-cup breasts were a nice size on her small form and her rather big perky butt had been the topic of imagination for a lot of her male classmates, not that she knew of that of course.

"Ummh, thanks. Where should I put my stuff?" She looked down at her feet as she said this, uncomfortable with both the situation of moving in with him and with his penetrating gaze on her.

"I'll take you up to the bedroom. Just follow me." He turned around and strode down a hallway and up a flight of stairs, before opening the door furthest down the corridor. Iroha had time to ponder him on the way. Her uncle was 37 years old, she knew that from the yearly birthday cards her family sent him and in good shape as far as she could see. He was serious and hardworking from what she remembered from her childhood, not one to make jokes or really talk all that much but she didn't remember him as ever being unpleasant to be around. Then why was he making her so uncomfortable now?

Trying to shake the uneasy feeling she had, she stepped through the door her uncle had opened which closed behind them with a click. The room was not what she had expected at all. It wasn't the size of it, the furniture within or even the decor that was odd, it was how lived in it obviously looked. There was men's clothing on the back of an armchair and a pair of boxers on the ground in front of the bed, the bed itself had apparently been made in a hurry as the sheets weren't even and the pillows looked to have been haphazardly thrown on top.

Iroha turned around to look at her uncle.

"You must have taken me to the wrong room, clearly someone lives here!" She made to move past him towards the door, but Dennis stopped her by grabbing her around shoulder and pulling her body close to his.

"No, my dear, I did not take you to the wrong room. You are right that someone lives here, I do actually, but I never said that you would get your own room." He smiled at her, a smile that was meant to calm her, tell her that everything was alright but Iroha felt a little afraid now.

"I can't stay in the same room with you! There must be another place for me to sleep, I'll stay on the sofa if there's no alternative but I won't share a bed with you." Iroha tried to pull away from him, to get out of his grip but his hand only gripped her shoulder more tightly whilst his other arm snaked around her waist, moving uncomfortably close to her ass over her short dress. It was a warm summer's day and Iroha had wanted to take advantage of not having to follow a school dress code anymore, but now she regretted wearing the short light blue dress today.

"Oh yes, you can and you will, just like you'll do anything else I ask you to do. And right now I want you to take that cute little dress of so I can get you in my bed and fuck your sweet little pussy." He expected her beginning to struggle in earnest and held her arms to her sides by clamping one of his larger muscular arms around her whilst his other hand began pulling her dress up inch by inch.

Iroha was trying hard to break free from his grasp, she managed to hit his thigh painfully as she tried to knee his groin but he managed to get her dress up to right below her breasts without letting her get away. All the while Iroha was crying out for him to stop, to leave her alone.

"You can't do this to me! No! Stop, I'm your niece, you can't do this! Uncle Dennis! I don't want this, let me go! No!" She was crying by now, tears streaming down her face as her uncle ripped the dress off her, leaving her standing in only a black bralette and panty set. She felt more exposed than ever before in her life. Iroha was a virgin, she had only ever kissed and touched a guy above his clothes, now her uncle was forcing himself upon her and she was in his house, locked in a room with him with no one around for miles. She could feel his erection pressing into her naked belly through his jeans as his hands moved to the clasp of her bralette on her back.

"Oh sweet girl, I can do anything I want to you now. I even have your dad's permission to fuck you and knock you up, although I would have done that either way. So stop fucking whining and accept that from now on you'll spend a lot of time with my cock inside you." With this he managed to open the clasp and pull the flimsy fabric of her bralette off and away from her.

She continued struggling as he pushed her back towards the bed, laying her down on it as he straddled her hips. Iroha's arms were free now, so she tried to punch him in the face but her uncle only laughed and pulled out some tape from the bedside drawer. With this he secured her hands together above her head before attaching them to the headboard. This pushed her breasts out towards him, which he took advantage of by taking the nipple of her left breast into his mouth and sucking on it.

"Aah, I hate you, you need to stop doing this, please! I'm a virgin, I don't want to lose it like this! Please stop this, I won't ever tell anyone if you just stop now, please!" She was noticing quickly that trying to get her hands free was doing nothing, so now she focused on trying to kick him again but with him straddling her it was hard to even move her legs. Iroha felt incredibly afraid lying almost naked on the soft bed with her uncle over her, his mouth on her chest. She couldn't believe that her own dad had actually agreed to letting his brother do this to her. How could he be okay with this?

"If you don't stop complaining, I'll tape your mouth shut too!" Dennis said as he pulled his own T-shirt over his head and threw it somewhere in the room. If Iroha hadn't been so terrified and focused on finding a way out of this situation, she would have noticed that he was quite well-built and not unattractive for a man his age at all.

"No, uncle Dennis, please just stop this now. I won't bother you, I'll find somewhere else to stay just let me go please!" Iroha began sobbing as her uncle shifted his focus from her chest to her panties, which he ripped off her in one quick motion. She was now entirely bare before him and she could see his erection straining against the fabric of his jeans. The bulge in his pants looked huge and terrifying to a virgin like her, and she wanted desperately to get as far away as possible from him.

"I told you what would happen if you didn't stop whining. Tape it is then." he said, as he ripped off a piece of tape and placed it over her mouth. She was still trying to plead and beg him to stop, but only muffled noise came out as tears were streaming down her face.

Dennis started unbuttoning his own pants now and pulled them and his boxers off, freeing his rock-hard cock from it's confines. He was a large man and his cock matched his overall stature. 9 inches long and as thick as Iroha's wrists, it made a new wave of tears flow down her cheeks and her muffled protests got louder.

Her uncle however just ignored her pleas and spread her legs forcefully to get a good look at her pussy. She was waxed bare, not liking the hassle of constant shaving or the look and feel of hair growing down there. Dennis groaned at the sight of her tight opening, it looked impossibly tiny next to his huge cock and he couldn't wait to sheath himself inside her.

She was definitely not aroused however, so he would have to work for a while to get her wet enough to get his monster into her virgin cunt. Ignoring her muffled protests, he started rubbing above her opening, looking for her little pleasure bud. Once he had found her clit as shown by the involuntary bucking of her hips, he applied more and more pressure to it, forcing her towards an orgasm she did not want to experience. Iroha was gasping and panting, trying to resist giving in to the tightening coil in her loins but she couldn't help unravelling when he pressed hard on her clit whilst pinching one of her nipples with the other hand. She wasn't one to masturbate regularly and so this orgasm really hit her with it's intensity, making her almost forget where and with whom she was right now, it was so good.

Finding her sufficiently wet after her orgasm, Iroha's uncle positioned himself at her entrance and began pushing into her tight pussy. His thick cockhead stretched her opening as he forcefully pressed into her. Iroha was protesting against the tape over her mouth at the intrusion and the pain of being stretched so much, and yet only the head of his long rod was actually inside her yet. She also knew that he had not put on a condom and whilst she hadn't thought about what he had said about knocking her up before, only thinking about how she could get him away from her, she knew it was a realistic possibility that he could actually impregnate her.

All of her thoughts came to a halt as she felt Dennis push further into her until he reached a barrier, her hymen. This was it, she wouldn't be a virgin anymore after this. If she had known that this is what it would come to, she would have slept with one of the guys from school, anything to avoid this being her first time. It felt like he was tearing her apart with his thick cock as he pulled back only a little, before thrusting back and tearing through her hymen. If she hadn't already cried all of her tears, she would have burst into them all over again.

Dennis' cock still wasn't fully inside her as he began thrusting at a slow rhythm, trying to embed more and more of his manhood in her with every thrust. She felt so tiny underneath him, her small frame dwarfed by him and he loved the feeling of his cock stretching her insides. He could almost see her belly bulge whenever he pushed himself deep inside her, nudging her cervix even though there was still an inch that he hadn't managed to get into her. She was unbelievably tight and knowing that she was his now, that he could fuck her whenever he wanted however he wanted almost made him come right then.

But he wanted to drag it out a little more, so he pulled out of her for now. The look of hope that this was it in her tear-rimmed eyes quickly was replaced by fear as he turned her around so she was on her knees in front of him, her tits pressed into the mattress and the tape attaching her wrists to the bed frame tightening from being twisted.

Then he pushed his cock back into her pussy and began really fucking her with quick, hard thrusts that sent Iroha's tits bouncing and had her gasping in pain every time his thick cockhead would forcefully push against her cervix.

Dennis loved watching his huge cock stretching her pussy to the limits everytime he pushed it into her. There was nothing better to him than fucking a tight little cunt, and his sweet 18-year-old niece felt like heaven as he pounded into her. He was close to cumming, but wanted to feel her pussy clenching around him in orgasm as he came, so he reached one of his hands down around her to rub her clit.

Iroha hated that it actually started to feel good when he rubbed her clit. The pain was bearable now and with the change in positions he actually hit a pleasurable spot deep inside her that she hadn't even known existed. She still hated how he was forcing her into this so much, but her body still responded to his ministrations the same as if this had been a voluntary experience.

She screamed, loud even through the tape on her mouth as she came in a haze of pleasure and pain. Her pussy clamped down around Dennis' cock pushing him into his release too. He held himself deep inside her as he shot jet after jet of hot cum right against the entrance to her womb, grunting and groaning in pleasure all the while. Naturally her body reacted to his hot cum shooting inside her by drawing out her orgasm, pulling the cum deeper inside her every time her pussy contracted. This orgasm felt even better than the first, leaving her in a blissful state of pleasure for almost a minute.

Once she came down from her high, Iroha started feeling the aftermath of what had happened. She felt a weird warmth inside her where her uncle's cum was still lodged deeply by his now flaccid member, only a small amount dripping out. The reality of the situation hit her; he might have gotten her pregnant. Iroha wasn't on any birth control, she hadn't planned on having sex with anyone and would have used a condom once the moment arose. How long ago had her period been? She counted the days in her head. Six days since her period ended and she had actually had her period for five days…

She started crying again as she realised that although it wasn't her most fertile day, it was definitely a highly dangerous one. Iroha couldn't have a baby now, she wanted to start college in a few months, meet someone, fall in love for the first time. But now she might not have any of that, if her uncle asserted his will and actually got her pregnant. Even if it didn't happen right now, he wouldn't let her get away that easily and there was nobody around who she could run to. 'At least I like kids', a small voice in her mind said, 'and he made me orgasm twice, that's something.'

Dennis finally got out of his pleasure-induced haze and started pulling his now soft cock out of Iroha's cum-filled cunt. It filled him with a sick sense of pride as he saw his cum start leaking out of her. She was still on her knees with her upper body pressed into the mattress as the tape held her in position. He wouldn't let her move right away, so most of his sperm was stopped from leaking out by gravity.

"You look stunning, sweetheart. On your knees with my cum filling your pussy, this is where you belong from now on." He smiled at her and walked off towards the bathroom, leaving the terrified minor in her position on his bed. Dennis would go back to her after he showered and once she promised she wouldn't fight him again, he'd have her take a nice hot bath and a good hearty meal. And then he would have some more fun with his new personal sex-slave and have another go at breeding her. One day soon she would be pregnant with his child and then he'd have her forever.

Chapter Management Edit Chapter Chapter 2: Iroha's New Life Chapter Text

Seven weeks after moving in with her uncle, Iroha had become somewhat used to her new life, as far as one ever could get used to being an unwilling broodmare for their own uncle. She had pretty much given up on fighting him when it came to sex. She had learnt the hard way that the more she tried to fight him, the rougher the treatment she would get for it.

The first few days had been hell for her. Dennis had been so excited about finally having his beautiful niece all for himself that he hadn't let up on her for more than a couple of hours when she first moved in. During those first few days he'd had her in every position he could think of, and he had loved shooting his cum into her in every single one of them.

He had grown especially fond of making her ride him, as she really had to think about what they were doing and look him in the eyes as he made her basically fuck herself with his cock.

Iroha had tried to avoid thinking about actually fucking her uncle in the beginning, instead imagining herself somewhere else, with someone else, but when Dennis had picked up on that, he had found ways of making her remember at all times that she was with him. Now he constantly reminded her that it was her uncle's cock that was pounding into her, that it was his cum filling her up and his baby that would soon grow inside her. He made her look into his eyes as he came and had started making her ask to be fucked, by playing with her clit with a strong vibrator until she couldn't take another orgasm and asked him to finally take her.

Iroha wasn't quite pregnant yet, her last period had come a little less than three weeks after coming here, but with the pace Dennis had been filling her up with cum, he suspected she would be pregnant very soon. Her next period should have started yesterday and it hadn't begun yet, so he hoped he had already succeeded at knocking her up and just didn't know for certain yet.

That morning Dennis had taken her in his all-time favorite position again, with her on her knees as he roughly fucked her from behind. It made him feel so powerful to have this young beauty on her hands and knees with his cock buried in her to the hilt, completely at his mercy. And it gave him the best angle to continually hit her cervix with every thrust, which he enjoyed immensely. Like music to his ears, Iroha would gasp and groan as he used his hands to make her cum on his cock as he fucked her, while pushing so painfully deeply inside her with every thrust. It also satisfied the primal part of him that just wanted to breed her and make her take his seed, so he could see her swell with his child.

Just imagining her pregnant, her beautiful tits even bigger, her belly growing and her face flushed as she carried around his progeny, he was hard again. He really wanted to take his little toy again right now, and luckily for him he could do so whenever he wanted.

Her uncle found Iroha on the living room sofa, reading a book he had bought her as one of many bribes to try and get her warmed up to him. In time and in conjunction with the hopefully soon aiding pregnancy hormones, he hoped he could get her so used to him that she wouldn't try to leave again and instead accepted her new life as it was. The two times Iroha had tried to get away, his alarm system had warned him early and he had gotten her before she could even leave the front porch. But he had had to punish her for it, spanking her roughly both times, which was something he didn't enjoy. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy making her feel a bit of pain, he just preferred using his cock to cause that as he fucked her instead of spanking her.

"Come here, Iroha.", he told her now in the strict voice he used whenever he gave her a command. She had quickly picked up on the fact that it was in her own interest to obey him straight away. If she took too long to do something he told her to do, or she didn't do it at all, he would be very rough in making her do exactly what he had asked her to.

With trembling fingers Iroha put the book she had been reading away and stood up from the couch, slowly so she could delay the inevitable as long as she could. When she looked at him, she saw that her uncle had already undressed and was standing before her with his cock proudly protruding from his body. She knew what he wanted when he pointed at the ground before him, so Iroha got down on her knees before him and started taking his cock into her mouth immediately. She knew that if she didn't, he would use a ring gag on her and force himself into her mouth, something she had learned the hard way.

Dennis enjoyed letting his niece suck on his cock to get him nice and wet whenever he wanted to fuck her. That way he could skip the foreplay and just make her take his dick, instead of having to wait until he got her sufficiently wet before doing so. That was something he was really looking forward to when he got her pregnant, he had heard a number of times that pregnant women were constantly horny and ready to be fucked. That sounded amazing to him, and he couldn't wait for Iroha to get to that point.

"Take off your dress, then bend over the sofa, baby." The sofa was just slightly too high for Iroha to bend over the back of it without going up on her tiptoes, so she was balancing on them in order to get herself high enough. Dennis enjoyed this position immensely, he needed to lift her up a bit further to get his cock into her tight pussy as she was so much shorter than him, which meant her feet left the floor and she was completely under his control as plowed into her. He quickly pushed his glistening cock into his niece, ignoring her moan of pain as his big cock stretched her open again.

Dennis had been delighted to find out that even after weeks of almost constant fucking, she would still always be nice and tight whenever he wanted to fuck her next, her pussy tightening back up in vain every time, as it would be forcefully stretched again by his big cock only hours later.

Now that he was back inside her, he set a languid pace of deliberate forceful thrusts, for which he would lift Iroha up slightly every time he pulled out and then let her fall back onto his cock, getting himself impossibly deep inside her. He continued like this for a while, revelling in the feeling of being buried balls deep in her warm wet pussy.

Against her will, Iroha's pussy got wet very quickly every time he fucked her now. Her body knew how to fulfill its natural purpose much better than she did, Dennis thought as he continued roughly moving her up and down on his cock.

Iroha was ashamed at feeling herself get closer to orgasm yet again. It seemed that her uncle had figured out exactly how he could make her cum quickly whilst taking her, despite the soreness and pain that she still felt every time.

This was still one of the worst things about being fucked by her uncle, the way her own body betrayed her. But even as she thought that, she felt the delicious pleasure of her coming climax as her pussy started clenching around Dennis' big cock.

He started furiously pistoning in and out of her now, the way Iroha's pussy spasmed around him quickly pushing him over the edge too. As the first shot of cum left his twitching cock, he pushed himself inside her as far as he could and emptied his balls right into her womb, thrusting slightly with every new spurt whilst keeping himself deeply buried.

Now that he was finally done Iroha slumped against the back of the sofa and felt his warm release pool deep inside her, as she was tilted down so it couldn't escape. She didn't have the energy to cry every time he fucked her anymore, as she got so used to being used as his very own fucktoy, that she became a little bit more numb to it every time.

In the beginning she screamed and cried every time, after futilely trying to fight him off beforehand. But now she just did what he commanded her to most of the time and hoped for it to be over soon. Only when he told her to do something especially painful or undignified she fought him, like when he wanted her to ask him to fuck her or to expressly tell him that she liked what he did to her. But even then he would find a way to force her into doing so regardless of how much he fought.

Iroha winced as her uncle finally pulled his now limp cock out of her, the friction irritating her abused pussy as it was still overly sensitive from her last orgasm. A strong hand on her back stopped her from getting back on her feet yet, as Dennis started fondling her soft breasts with his other hand. He alternated between tweaking her nipples and cupping and squeezing her tits, now using both hands to play with Iroha's beautiful chest which made her whimper as he stimulated her sensitive tits. He liked keeping her in a position where his cum couldn't escape for a while after a thorough fuck, so like this he used the time to have some more fun with her.

Only after another ten minutes of playing with Iroha's breasts and later her clit, thus forcing another orgasm from her did Dennis let her stand again and left her as he went back to his office, deeply satisfied from another glorious fuck.

Two days later, Iroha still hadn't started her period. She was terrified about most likely already being pregnant, whereas her uncle was already feeling victorious as he made her take a pregnancy test to confirm what both expected. With trembling fingers holding the blue and white stick, Iroha sat on the side of the bathtub and prayed for it to not show her the result she dreaded. Dennis stood across from her, impatiently twitching his foot as he waited for the confirmation of his achievement. Two stripes appeared after another tense moment, and as Iroha started to sob at the now certainty that her uncle had succeeded at knocking her up. He bent down to pick her up and carried her off to the bedroom, setting her down on their bed before pulling her against him.

He was so hard as he thought about his niece now carrying his child that he couldn't wait to sink his cock back into her right now, but it wouldn't do for her to be crying the entire time and he needed her to calm down for the safety of the child. And for once he wanted her to actually enjoy it as he fucked her, even if it was just this one time.

"Iroha, listen to me."

She looked up at his command, so used to obeying his orders that it now came automatically.

"You are going to stop crying and calm down now. I told you that I would knock you up soon and now that you are pregnant, it doesn't do anything to cry about it. You are going to be so beautiful as your belly grows with our child and everything is going to be perfect. Just lean back and let me relax you."

With that, he pulled her further towards him, so she was leaning with her back against his chest, her legs between his on the bed. She only wore a short dress as he wanted her to during the summer, with nothing underneath so he had easy access. He now used his hands to spread her legs, whilst she was still silently crying as she lay against him, although her breathing had calmed somewhat and she was no longer sobbing loudly. Then he started slowly and tenderly stroking her clit, willing her to only feel pleasure at that moment so she would stop being so terrified and calm down.

This was the first time he really took his time in pleasuring her, without just doing so to get her to either get wet enough for sex or so he could feel her orgasming around his cock. This time it actually was about her, he wanted to calm her down about getting pregnant and also reward her this way for everything she was giving him, albeit against her will. Dennis started whispering words of praise into her ear as his other hand moved up under her dress to play with her breasts, but now he was careful and tender in his actions, wanting her to feel good about what he did. His other hand continued touching her clit as he slowly built up the pleasure.

Without thinking, Iroha felt herself leaning further into her uncle's embrace the longer he touched and praised her. It was getting increasingly difficult to focus on anything but the pleasurable sensations he evoked in her with his touch, so different to how his hands had felt on her before. Even the terror at having another life growing inside her against her will abated slowly as her mind became hazy and she felt herself slowly nearing her climax. This felt so much better than all the times he had forcefully made her cum in order to satisfy his own needs.

When he turned her around to straddle his lap, she didn't even try to stop him and let him kiss her deeply as he continued his ministrations on her clit and her sensitive breasts. He would do so anyway, no matter what she did, so why not just enjoy it and let it happen for once. She also let him take off her dress and move his mouth down to suck one of her hard nipples into his mouth, making her moan loudly at the stimulation.

Soon he had her cumming on his hand as he continued softly stroking her, guiding her through the best orgasm she had ever had. When she was done she slumped against him with her head on his shoulder, her face flushed and her breathing labored.

With her still limply leaning against him, Dennis pulled off the confining fabric of his boxers which his painfully hard cock had been straining against. His cock was weeping with precum and he desperately needed to feel it buried in Iroha's tight wet pussy.

"You were so great, baby, how about I make you feel that again?", he asked her in a much softer voice than he normally used with her. When she nodded with her face still buried in the crook of his neck, he slowly lifted her up and placed her right above his straining cock. He then slowly let her sink down upon it, hearing only a sharp inhale of breath from Iroha once he was buried fully inside her.

Still completely relaxed in her post-orgasmic haze, Iroha was surprised that she barely felt any pain when her uncle's cock entered her body, only the mild ache of her pussy stretching to accommodate him. And when he began rubbing her clit again as well as kissing the skin on her neck and shoulders tenderly, she didn't even protest as he began lifting her up and down on his cock.

After a few minutes of slow, sensual sex Iroha felt herself building up towards another powerful orgasm. She couldn't stop herself from moaning in pleasure now, and that spurred her uncle on to get a little more forceful with his actions. He began really thrusting into her from below as he felt himself speeding towards cumming too. Having his little pregnant niece blissfully moaning as he fucked her made him really enjoy this much slower, less rough sex. And when he finally used both his hands to really bounce her up and down on his cock as he started cumming, he was ecstatic as he felt his niece's pussy rhythmically spasming around him as she too came again.

Over the past few weeks, she had asked Bae Jong-han, her manager of fifteen years and also CEO of EDAM Entertainment, for details about the renewal. Usually, he was transparent, walking her through every clause and adjustment. But this time, he had been uncharacteristically vague, offering nothing but polite reassurances.

When she got to the place where the meeting was set to take place, it was empty. It was an office she had been in countless times before. It was spacious, with a large, oval wooden table dominating the center of the room, its polished surface reflecting the soft glow of the overhead lighting. At the far end, directly opposite the entrance, a TV hung on the wall, its black screen blank and unassuming for now. Just beneath it, a wall-mounted safe was embedded into the wall, its digital keypad and sturdy steel door a silent guardian of the valuables that were stored inside. To the right, a door led to a small private bathroom, a convenience she had used more times than she could count during long discussions.

IU exhaled softly, placing her bag on one of the chairs before turning to her lawyer and bodyguard.

"I'm going to do a quick makeup check." She said, making her way to the small bathroom.

Inside, she stood before the mirror, adjusting a stray strand of hair before carefully inspecting her makeup. Everything was in place, but the habit had become second nature—one final check before any important meeting. As she smoothed out the edge of her lipstick, a faint noise came from outside, signaling more people had arrived. Without wasting any more time, she hurried to finish up and stepped out of the bathroom, returning to the office.

Upon her return, she saw none other than Bae Jong-han, the man who had guided her career from the very beginning, standing with the same composed expression he always wore in these contract renewals. Beside him stood EDAM's lawyer, a man in his forties with sharp, observant eyes, and several board members seated at the table, waiting in silence. Near the double doors, on opposite sides, stood two bodyguards—EDAM's on the left, a tall, strong black guy, and IU’s on the right. Both remained still, their presence a silent yet heavy reminder of the power struggle unfolding in the room.

A warm smile broke across IU's face as she approached her longtime friend and manager.

"Jong-han oppa." IU said, as she, without hesitation, wrapped her arms around him in a brief but sincere hug, feeling the familiarity of fifteen years of trust.

"Good to see you, Jieun. Are you ready to get started?"

"I'm not sure. You always tell me details ahead of contract renewals, but this time you didn't say anything."

"Well, there are some changes we want to implement, and I didn't want to address them in private."

"Very well. Let's get started." He said, as he made his way to the TV and turned it on to begin a PowerPoint presentation. IU sat down next to her lawyer, with EDAM's lawyer sitting in front of them.

"Before we go over the contract in detail, I want to give you a brief overview. It's largely the same as before, but we've made some adjustments, particularly on the musical side of things."

"But before we get into that, let's talk about Jieun's acting career very briefly."

"The board is extremely pleased with the results. IU has proven herself as a top-tier actress, and the numbers reflect that. We want her to continue pursuing acting, since it’s a valuable part of her brand, and it's by far what earns us the most money."

IU gave a small nod, a quiet sense of pride settling in. Acting had always been something she cared about, and hearing it acknowledged so positively, even in business terms, felt validating.

"Now, onto the music."

"As you all know, our primary goal over the past few years has been to solidify IU as the top female soloist in Korea."

"I believe we've done a pretty good job with that up until recently. However, there are some new threats."

"Our main threats are these four ladies." He added, showing a picture of each Blackpink member.

"They are obviously the most popular female K-Pop idols in the world, and ever since they have started doing solo activities, their popularity has only gotten bigger. Also, if we add up all of their solo songs, and compare them to their group songs, their solo discography is now bigger than their group discography."

"Because of that, the rest of the company and I believe that IU is no longer the most popular soloist in Korea."

The words stung, and despite her best efforts to remain composed, a flicker of disappointment crossed IU's face. She shifted slightly in her seat, fingers brushing over the fabric of her skirt as if grounding herself. It wasn’t the first time she’d heard something like this in a business meeting, but that didn’t make it any easier. She had dedicated years to reaching the top, and hearing that her position was slipping, even from a strictly analytical standpoint, left an uneasy feeling settling in her chest.

"Now, that wasn't our only goal. We also believed that it was possible to fight against those K-Pop groups, but that has turned out to be a total failure."

"We are still not bigger than the most popular 3rd gen girl groups, like Blackpink, Twice and Red Velvet. And now, not only we have been overtaken by almost all the biggest 4th gen girl groups, but also by some of the 5th gen girl groups. This cannot happen! It's unacceptable!"

"These groups are known all around the world, but you...Jieun...you are only known in Korea, and we need to change that."

"Your songs are just not good enough." He added, as IU's disappointment only grew more apparent, the words hitting her like a stab to the chest.

"But do not fear...I've got a solution."

"Jieun...you might not like this, but...the company and I believe you should change your concept, and approach a more main stream vibe."

"We believe that you should try a Pop-Rock concept. It's very popular in the West."

"What? No! That would be selling my soul to the devil. I will not do it. I don't care about numbers, or views. I care about my fans and what is real to me."

"I was afraid you would say that, but I got another solution..."

"How about we change the way you dress?"

"I don't wanna bring them up again, but Blackpink has been wearing less and less clothes lately, and it seems to be working. Also, girls like Wonyoung have been showing up a whole lot more skin lately, and it's been driving everyone insane."

"Bae Jong-han...are you serious right now? How could you? This has to be a joke, right?"

"We are not joking. The industry has changed, and we need change...we need YOU to change. Our numbers are horrible right now, and we need to do something about it."

"I can't believe you would suggest those things...change my concept and dress like a slut? No chance."

"Jieun...you have no other options. We got the final saying."

"No, I refuse to believe that. I'm not signing anything right now. We'll see you next week." She said, a tear running down her face as she rushed out of the office, followed by her bodyguard and her lawyer.

IU was furious, sad and disappointed. She couldn't believe her CEO, but most importantly her manager and long time friend would suggest those things. IU knew the numbers were bad, and she wanted to do everything in her power to fix them, but not by compromising her values.

She spent the next week locked in her apartment with her lawyer, reading the new proposed contract and going over her current contract to try and find something she could use to make her way out of it. After going through both contracts a thousand times, her lawyer told her there was no way out.

IU couldn't believe it, and she refused to accept her fate. She called her manager over and over again, begging him, pleading with him to change the contract, but he wasn't having it. Desperation turned to anger, and she finally snapped, firing him right then and there over the phone, her voice sharp and unwavering. Yet his reaction was as indifferent as ever, unbothered and almost amused, as if he had expected this all along.

By the time Sunday arrived, IU had barely slept the night before. No matter how many times she went over the possibilities, they all led back to the same cold, hard truth—there was no easy way out. Still, she refused to let them win.

Around 11 AM, she arrived at the building, her bodyguard walking beside her in silence, whilst her lawyer carried a folder filled with notes from the past week. Last time, she had stepped through these doors feeling hopeful, even relaxed, trusting that they would find a solution. Now, that hope was gone. Her chest was tight, her jaw clenched, and every step felt heavier than the last. There was no more room for wishful thinking. Just quiet, unwavering determination to protect her image and the creative freedom she had spent years fighting for.

As they entered the conference room, IU immediately saw that something was different. Last time, she had been the first to arrive, left waiting while they made her stew in uncertainty, but this time around, they were already there. However, unlike before, the rest of the board members were nowhere to be seen.

Bae Jong-han sat comfortably at the head of the table, with his lawyer beside him and his own bodyguard standing near the door. There was no act of concern this time around. Just a smug expression as he leaned back in his chair, watching her like he had already won.

"Where are the others?"

"Not here. They are not coming."

IU didn’t waste time with greetings. No handshakes, no pleasantries. She simply set her bag down, took her seat, and folded her hands in front of her, meeting his gaze without an ounce of hesitation.

"So, Jieun...are you ready to sign?"

"IU. My name is IU." She said, stopping him from using her real name.

"And no. I refuse to sign the contract."

"What's your plan, then?...IU?..."

"I'm going to run down my contract, and I'll find another company."

"Good luck with that." He said, chuckling at IU's words.

"Tell me, IU...what company do you think is going to take you? Who's going to sign a 31 year-old who's past her prime? Someone who can't compete in streams or views against today's idols?" He said, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table.

"You're irrelevant now, IU. It's not 2017 anymore...you're no longer the industry's golden girl. You don't have the numbers, you don't have the youth, and most importantly, you don't have the power."

"So tell me, who's going to waste their money on you?"

"Let me answer that for you...NOBODY!!!"

"YOU need us just as much as we need you!" He said, slamming his fist on the table.

With IU being the sole artist under EDAM's wing, she was their only real source of revenue. However, from their perspective, her music career wasn’t keeping up with the rapidly changing K-pop landscape. Compared to today’s idols, her Spotify monthly listeners lagged behind, her music videos didn’t rack up views as quickly, and international streaming numbers weren’t what they could be. The company saw a clear solution. If IU abandoned her creative freedom and let them take control, they could reshape her image, Westernize her sound, and push her into the mainstream global market. They knew the potential was there, and if she just played along, the profits could be astronomical.

"What happened? Where is this side coming from?" She asked.

"You were supposed to be my best friend, my manager, my emotional support, and all of a sudden, you've turned into this corporate monster." IU added, her eyes starting to tear up.

"The industry has changed, IU, and so has EDAM."

"We have to adapt, or we'll die, and I won't let us die." He said, his tone sounding like your typical day-to-day CEO of a company, obsessed with numbers, power and control.

"What about us, what about the friendship we had for the past FIFTEEN years?"

"IU...I'm just doing what's best for business. I hope you can understand."

The room went silent for the next couple of minutes, neither side wanting to back down from their positions. From IU's side, it was a matter of protecting her values and her brand. On EDAM's side, it was a matter of optimizing IU, and turning her into the biggest money-making machine as possible.

IU knew he was right. There was no way any company was going to sign her, not at her age. Starting from scratch was a no-go either. She was rich, but not that filthy rich, to create a company from nothing, especially now without her manager.

"Jieun...listen..."

"Don't...don't you dare call me that."

"How important is this for you? To stay true to your roots and to keep your identity as a K-Pop idol?"

"Everything. It...it means everything to me."

"Very well..." He said, reaching into his briefcase and pulling out yet another contract.

"I was hoping it wouldn't come to this, but..."

"The rest of the board members and I discussed another possibility. One that would allow you to do whatever you wanted, without any pressure from us." He added, tossing the contract onto the large wooden oval table.

"What's the catch?"

He didn't answer right away. Instead, he took his time walking around the table, stopping beside her. Slowly, deliberately, he reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"You see...there's something I've wanted from you for a very long time."

"Do I need to say it, or do you know where this is going?" He added, with a sickening grin spread across his face.

"I...I know where this going..." IU responded, her heart practically shattering into a million pieces, and her body feeling disgusted at the thought.

She had heard the stories...so many of them. Trainees who had their dreams dangled in front of them like bait, only to be forced into submission behind closed doors. Idols, some of whom had come to her in confidence, broken and ashamed, whispering about the things they had endured to secure a debut, a comeback, a single opportunity to further their careers and achieve their dreams in an industry that never played fair.

It had scorched her for years, haunted her in ways she never spoke about. Because she knew the truth...she knew it firsthand. Because once, a long time ago, when she was just a girl fighting for a place in this world, it happened to her. And now, after all these years, after everything she had built, everything she had overcome, it was happening again.

She thought those days were long gone. Never in a million years she thought she'd have to go through it again, especially this late into her music career, but she was wrong. It turned out that the industry hadn't changed. It had always been the same, and no matter how much time passed, there was nothing people could do to stop the monsters that lurked within it.

"Is this really the only way?"

"Yes...that is what the board wants. They want to see you, in ALL your glory." He said, moving behind her and rubbing his hands on her nude, cold shoulders.

"But they're not here."

"But the camera is." He said, pointing at the camera on the corner of the ceiling.

"If you agree, I'll press a button, and they'll be able to watch and listen to EVERYTHING that happens here."

"So that's it? I just need to suck your cock, and I'm free forever?"

"Oh, no. Hell no. No, no, no, IU. You're going to have to do a whole lot more than that."

"The board wants to see you used and humiliated. They want to see you get taken by everyone in this room."

IU's stomach churned, and a wave of nausea rose up inside her. This was not the path she ever wanted to take. IU knew she had other options. She had a way out of this, and yet, somehow, this was still her best option.

"And that is all? If I give you my body, you promise that you will leave my creative freedom alone?"

"If you do this and accept it, you are allowed to do whatever you want with your career from now on. We will never push you to do something you don't want. You will have full control."

Everything that the CEO said beforehand stung like a thousand needles, but that last line was the light at the end of the tunnel. What IU had always wanted. What she thought she had and was suddenly taken away from her for just some more money, at the cost of creative control. She could have it once again, and forever this time. All she had to do was let them have their way with her, and record everything.

"So...do we have a deal?"

"If this is what it takes...then yes. Take me." She said, surrendering her body to him. The CEO's grin only grew bigger, and he didn't hesitate pressing the button and turning on the camera, making sure the red light was on, so that the rest of the board could watch what was about to go down.

"Jieun, are you sure about this?" Her lawyer said.

"Yes. I w-want this...I...I need this."

Before IU could say any more words, she felt a pair of hands grab her neck and push over onto the table. It was the company's black bodyguard, just following orders from his boss. IU's own bodyguard stepped up to protect her, but IU intervened.

"No. Let him."

"Are you sure, miss Lee?"

"Yes...this needs to happen. It's for my future."

Her lawyer and bodyguard watched as IU got put on her knees and got surrounded by the three other men, all eager for her touch and attention.

"C'mon Jieun...take out our cocks and start sucking." He said, loosening the tie around his neck and removing his suit jacket.

"I told you to not call me that. You've lost that privilege." She said, resentment flickering across her face as she dropped his pants and took out his cock.

To her surprise, it was much bigger than she had expected—far larger than any of her past boyfriends. Not that she would ever admit it. She would rather let him fuck her than give him the satisfaction of hearing her say it.

"I can call you whatever the fuck I want. I've waited for this for more than ten years. Ten fucking years, praying that one day you'd turn to me and ask me to fuck you senseless, and here I am, finally getting what I want."

"WHAT I DESERVE!!!" He shouted, stomping his foot on the table.

"Are you going to let me suck your cock or what?! I can't fucking do it if you keep complaining and moving around like a corporate little BITCH." She shouted back, showing the real anger and resentment she was feeling.

"Uhhh, feisty...I like that. Fifteen years together, and this is the first time I've seen this side of you."

Her former manager stayed still, and IU parted her lips. Her mouth had barely opened before it was stuffed with cock. It was hot and throbbing, and she felt his hand tighten around her hair.

"Fuck...I've wanted this for so long."

He gave a satisfied moan and pushed her head deeper, her throat stretching to accommodate his thickness. IU struggled to breathe, her nose pressing against his pubes and the smell of musk invading her nostrils, and the problem was, it was not an unpleasant one.

IU couldn't explain it, but the way his cock stretched her lips and got harder in her mouth, the musky scent filling her senses, and the salty taste of his pre-cum on her tongue sent an unexpected shiver through her body. Despite the anger and frustration burning inside her, she couldn't ignore the way her body responded to it. She could feel her panties getting wetter with each thrust of his hips, and the sight of her own drool trickling down her chin was making her pussy ache with need.

She'd never imagined herself in this position, but there was no denying that it felt good. So good, that despite her best efforts, she couldn't hold back the soft moan that escaped her lips as he buried his cock deep inside her throat.

Around her, the other two men dropped their pants to reveal their hard cocks. The lawyer's dick had some decent size to it, but IU's eyes were all over the bodyguards massive black cock. She reached out to grab both of them and stroked them slowly.

"Look at you, doing things so willingly. I didn't have to ask you."

IU ignored him and instead remained focused on the task at hand. Her tongue lapped at the underside of his shaft, and her lips slid up and down his length, her saliva making it slick and easy to glide in and out. He threw his head back, lost in the pleasure of her mouth, and that's when he noticed her lawyer and her bodyguard still watching from the sidelines.

"Hey, you two. Come here. The company wants all of us to use this slut, and that includes both of you."

They looked at each other before looking at IU, as if asking for her permission. She nodded at them and continued sucking off her former manager. IU switched soon after, taking another dick into her mouth and stroking two more as she waited for her lawyer's and bodyguard's cocks.

Just like the company's bodyguard, hers was also packing, but that's something she already knew. When she was on tour, he was her form of stress relief after long shows. Truth be told, it had been a long time since IU had seen his huge dick, as she was on hiatus, due to her acting commitments.

As for her lawyer, he wasn't far behind. She had never seen him naked, and she was quite surprised by the length of his shaft. IU finally found herself surrounded by them and their big cocks. It had been months since the last time she had sex with anyone, so now, to be surrounded by five big dicks, her body couldn't help but respond.

IU needed her creative freedom, and her body needed this...badly!

Her CEO moved behind her, dropping to his knees and lifting her dress, exposing her perky tits. He started to squeeze and grope them, as IU kept switching from one cock to another, constantly trying to give each one an equal amount of attention.

IU's tight skirt was up next. He quickly pulled it down to her knees alongside her underwear, giving him an unobstructed view of her tight pussy and her plump ass. She had an amazing ass, round and juicy, and it looked even better when it was naked and on display. But as much as he liked IU's ass, her pussy had his full attention.

He put his hand between her legs and ran a finger along her slit, causing her to gasp and her entire body to shiver. IU's pussy was beyond soaked. She was dripping, and he could feel her wetness coating his fingers. He couldn't help but smirk at the knowledge that despite all her protests, IU was secretly enjoying this.

"Fucking slut. Look at this." He said, bringing his fingers up and showing them to her.

"You are enjoying this, I knew it."

IU looked at his fingers and couldn't help but smile around the cock in her mouth. She hated the way her body was betraying her, and yet, there was something incredibly arousing about being the center of attention and getting pleasured by five men at the same time.

He rubbed her clit a couple more times, and then plunged a finger deep inside her, pumping it in and out, causing her body to jerk and her moans to increase. Her pussy was tight and wet, and the sounds of his fingers moving inside her were intoxicating.

"Do you have nothing to say, Jieun?"

IU stopped bobbing her head around the cock in her mouth and let it drop from her lips, before tilting her head to the side and glancing over her shoulder at him, her eyes burning with lust and her chest rising and falling as she panted for air.

"Shut up and just fuck me already."

As soon as the words left her mouth, she felt his hands on her back, pushing her forward. IU used her hands to soften the impact, and she found herself on all fours, ass raised and exposed, her face hovering just inches from her bodyguard's cock.

"Do it...fuck my face. It's not like you haven't done it before."

"Are you sure, miss Lee?"

"Yes...make me gag on it."

IU could tell her bodyguard was still feeling a bit guilty, but his urges won over, and he grabbed a hold of her head. She felt him guide her towards his shaft, and she parted her lips to welcome it inside her warm and inviting mouth.

"Wait, what? You seriously let him fuck you before me?" Her former manager said, furious that she had let her own bodyguard have her before him, the man who had spent years supporting her.

"That's none of your fucking business." IU said, after pulling away from the dick in her mouth.

She grabbed his length and slapped it on her tongue a few times, before putting his cock back in her mouth.

"You are gonna pay for that, slut." The CEO said.

He didn't waste any time, immediately burying his face between her legs and running his tongue up her slit, lapping up her juices. It had been a long time since she'd had anything inside her pussy, so it was a shock when his tongue entered her and his fingers spread her folds open, sending sparks of pleasure throughout her body.

IU had no idea her pussy could be so sensitive, and her mind went fuzzy as he devoured her. The feeling of his lips and tongue working her clit was incredible, and the sensation of him sucking on her inner lips and flicking his tongue back and forth had her gasping and moaning.

A pool of IU's spit had formed underneath her head, as the lawyers and the bodyguards took turns fucking her face over and over again. She was a drooling mess for their big cocks, and she was having way too much fun taking their lengths down her throat. So much so, that she was caught off guard when her CEO's tongue slipped out of her pussy, only to be replaced by the tip of his cock.

The sensation of him pushing himself inside her, inch by inch, was something that she had almost forgotten what it felt like—to have a cock inside her pussy.

"So fucking tight...just like I thought it would be."

"Can't believe I finally get the chance to fuck the shit out of you."

He gripped her ass and began pounding into her, the sound of flesh hitting flesh filling the room. His thrusts were relentless, and IU found herself struggling to stay focused on the cocks in front of her, the feeling of her CEO's dick pounding into her, and the pleasure that was building deep within her was almost overwhelming, and she started moaning out loudly.

Her moans were muffled by the dick in her mouth, and her pussy tightened around her former manager's cock as she rocked her hips back and forth. Being spitroasted on top of the table and getting passed around like a slut was definitely not on her bingo card when she woke up that morning, but the truth was, she had never felt more alive.

Wanting to hear her moans, her former manager pulled her up by the hair, forcing her back to arch and her tits to bounce freely with each thrust. His hand slid around her waist, and he started playing with her clit, rubbing it and squeezing it between his fingers.

"Oh fuck, yesss. Right there, just like that." She said, throwing her head back in ecstasy.

"You love this, don't you? Admit it. You love getting fucked by five men at the same time." He whispered into her ear.

Whatever game IU was playing, of not wanting to admit it, was long gone—she had lost that game ages ago. There was no more point to keep denying, so she stopped fighting her body and mind. She decided to embrace her true desires, and just enjoy the moment.

"Mmmm hmmm...I love it. I love having five big cocks to play with."

"I want to feel all of your cocks inside me, please." She added, biting her fingernail.

"I knew it. You are nothing but a slut."

"A pathetic whore, standing up for yourself and your stupid creative freedom."

"You should let us fuck you and still let me control your career."

"Never! Just shut up and fuck me. Make me cum on your dick."

IU's wish was exactly what he wanted, so he gave her just that. He slammed his cock deeper inside her and increased the pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room.

The more he fucked her, the harder it was for her to focus on the cocks in her mouth, and she had to let them go, and rest her face on the wooden table, drooling uncontrollably as the CEO slammed into her pussy.

That didn't stop the men from finding an angle in which they could offer their throbbing cocks to IU, and she gladly took them in. Whenever she was slurping on a dick, the others were either stroking their shafts or they were slapping them hard cocks on her messy face.

Her orgasm was building, and she could feel it approaching fast. The sensation of being stuffed full, the feeling of his balls smacking against her clit, and the way he was massaging it had her on the edge of climaxing. She tried to fight it, tried to hold back for as long as she could, but her body betrayed her, and she exploded in ecstasy, her body trembling and her pussy clamping down on the CEO's cock inside her.

"Good fucking slut. I thought I would never see this day...the day you came on my cock." He said, pulling out of her and slapping her ass with all his might, making her jolt slightly and let out a muffled whimper around the cock currently stuffed down her throat.

"I need a fucking rest. You boys have fun with that dumb slut." He added, grabbing a water bottle from the refrigerator before sitting down on a chair.

Initially, they behaved like a pack of hyenas, fighting each other to see which one could fuck IU's pussy first, but after arguing in for a while, they came to the conclusion that there was no point in fighting since they were all going to take turns on her.

The company's men were up first, with the lawyer taking her from behind whilst IU slobbered all over the bodyguard's huge black dick. She wrapped her hand around the base of his length and stroked him, as she swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock, making him groan in pleasure.

"Fuckkkk, suck my black cock just like that, bitch. I'm going to fuck the shit out of that ass later on."

IU looked at him and gave him a dirty look, as if she was challenging him to do his worst. She was a bit scared, since it had been ages since the last time she had a cock up her ass, but she was also too far gone in the pleasure to want anything else. She couldn't wait to have his massive black cock stretching her asshole.

The two of them were not holding anything back. They were using her like a fuckdoll, slamming into her over and over, forcing her to gag and choke on the bodyguard's black dick, and making her tits bounce with every thrust. It was the most intense sexual experience she had ever had, and she couldn't get enough of it.

Eventually, they made way for IU's own personnel to use her. Unlike the company's men, they went much slower, taking their time to enjoy her body. They also knew the situation IU was in, only doing this to get what she wanted, so they decided to go easy on her. As much as IU wanted to be taken, she was never going to complain about a little "break".

Being his first time with IU, her lawyer was thrusting in faster than her bodyguard, unable to contain his excitement of finally fucking the most respected soloist in South Korea. Her bodyguard let IU do whatever she wanted to his long, hard cock, and fortunately for him, that was rapid deepthroats, with a little bit of ball sucking mixed in.

Whenever she wasn't impaling her head on his shaft, her hand was taking care of it, sliding up and down on it as her mouth concentrated on his balls, taking them both in her mouth and giving them the attention they deserved.

"Fuckkkk, I love this cock so fucking much."

"Damn...it's been ages since the last time we did this, Miss Lee."

"Don't tell me about it. I need to release an album and go on tour again, so I can have this cock every day, before and after the shows." She said, before going back to worship his massive shaft.

The four guys kept swapping between themselves as they kept spitroasting IU, and they couldn't help but wonder how she was able to take all their dicks over and over again, and still talk and moan as they fucked both of her holes. She was like a machine, never getting tired, no matter how much cock was stuffing her.

IU kept getting pounded and passed around like a slut nonstop, loving every single second of it. The taste of their pre-cum on her tongue and the feeling of their big, thick cocks sliding in and out of her mouth and pussy was intoxicating, and the knowledge that she was bringing these men pleasure with her body was extremely arousing.

"Looks like you're having fun, Jieun...taking cock after cock, huh?" The CEO pointed out, to which IU simply nodded her head the best she could, with her lips sealed tight around her lawyer's cock.

"I can't hear you...I wanna hear you say it."

IU let go of the dick in her mouth before she answered his question.

"I do. I love taking all of your cocks. I need moreeee!" She said, her eyes full lust.

"I'm so glad we are in agreement, Jieun." He said, letting out a laugh, before turning around and making his way to the wall-mounted safe.

At this point, IU no longer cared about him using her real name. All she wanted was to drain their cocks so that she could have the contract that she so badly desired.

"Remember this? So many reunions in this office...you always asked what's inside, and I never told you. You spent several minutes before and after each meeting, trying to crack the code without any success."

"Are you ready to find out what's inside?"

IU, naked and on her knees in the middle of table, with spit running down her chin, simply nodded her head, eager to finally know the contents of the safe.

Her former manager didn't keep her waiting for too long. He entered the passcode and turned the handle, causing the safe door to open. Once opened, he pulled the door fully open, and showed her the content.

From what IU could see, inside the safe there were stacks of money, a bunch of documents, and a gun. However, that wasn't what her CEO was looking for. He reached inside, searching through the contents until his fingers closed around something specific. When he pulled out a thick coil of rope, IU's breath caught in her throat. She knew exactly what was about to happen.

She had never been tied up during sex before, and the thought of being restrained and used entirely for their pleasure sent a shiver down her spine. It was both intriguing and terrifying.

As IU tried to process what was coming, the company's bodyguard suddenly moved her aside, taking her spot where she had been kneeling. He lay down on his back, broad and steady, before he turned to her.

"Come here, bitch."

She obeyed, settling on top of him, her back pressing against his chest. He adjusted her, pulling her higher until her shoulders rested on his, her head hanging back over his shoulder. As for IU's own bodyguard stepped between her legs, waiting for the CEO's next orders.

The CEO handed him the rope, while gripping IU's legs. At the same time, the company's lawyers took hold of her arms, forcing them against her legs.

"Tie her up like this."

Her bodyguard hesitated for a split second before nodding.

"I'm sorry, Miss Lee."

"It's okay. I want this. Trust me."

Even with her reassurance, guilt flickered across his face. He made sure to tie the knots just loose enough to keep her comfortable, but still tight enough to keep her restrained.

When he was finished, the others slowly let go, leaving IU bound and immobilized, her limbs tightly secured, with only the strength of her muscles and the rope keeping her restrained.

The CEO placed himself in front of her and started to stroke his hard cock inches away from her face, whilst he played with her tits with his other.

"Are you ready Jieun?"

"Yes. Shove those big dicks inside me and pump me full of cum."

"My holes are yours to use and play with."

There was no more hesitation in IU's. There was no hole of hers that was off limits. She was bound and helpless, completely at their mercy, and she loved it.

With a grin on his face, the CEO pressed the tip of his cock against her lips, and they parted instantly, welcoming his shaft inside. As her tongue ran along his length, he started thrusting in and out of her mouth.

As for the bodyguards, they each grabbed hold of their shafts and pressed them against IU's respective holes, before slowly sliding them inside her, one inch at a time. Even with a cock down her throat, a loud moan could still be heard, as she felt the sensation of her pussy and asshole being filled with their thick shafts.

They started off slowly, savoring the moment and letting IU adjust to having their big cocks inside her. With her legs tied and her hands secured, there was no way for her to move or to guide their pace, so she was completely at their mercy, forced to lay there and take whatever they had to offer.

After a couple of minutes, they picked up the pace, and unsurprisingly out of the two bodyguards, it was IU's who was fucking her slowest, taking his time with her and making sure she was comfortable.

As much as IU loved having her bodyguard treating her like a delicate flower, she wanted more. She needed him to fuck her pussy harder and make her scream. But she couldn't speak, not when her throat was currently filled with a huge cock.

Her former manager was giving her no quarter, pounding her throat hard. He was thrusting in and out of her, filling her mouth with his length, and causing her to choke and gag on his cock.

"Look at you, taking these cocks so well. I should've done this sooner." He said, putting one hand on her breast and pinching her nipple.

Her other nipple was not getting any less attention. The company's bodyguard had his hand wrapped around it and was twisting it hard, making IU gasp sharply before letting out a muffled moan. He had his other hand around her waist, holding her still as he fucked her tight asshole with his big black cock.

"You are such an anal slut, taking my black dick like that."

"I'm going to fuck it hard until I cum deep inside it."

"Gonna make sure you won't be able to walk for a whole week after I'm done with you."

These weren't just words being thrown around—he was dead serious. The guy was relentless, using her body however he wanted, thrusting in and out of her ass with authority and claiming her asshole for himself.

The two lawyers were the only ones left without a place to put their cocks, so they decided to join the CEO, kneeling next to IU's head so that they could slap their hard cocks across her face. They were enjoying the view in front of them, seeing an airtight bound IU being used like a whore.

IU had been double penetrated a handful of times before, but not with cocks as big as these. She could feel their lengths sliding in and out of her holes, filling her up and stretching her to new limits. It was an incredible feeling, one that had her moaning around the dick currently stuffed down her throat.

"Are you enjoying this Jieun?" The CEO asked, obviously not getting an answer.

"Don't you know it's rude not to reply?" He added, pulling his cock out of her mouth.

Before IU could respond, his cock was already back inside her mouth, hitting the back of her throat a couple of times, before pulling it out once more, this time to slap her in the face.

"Answer me, Jieun."

"Mmmm, I'm enjoying it...a lot." She replied, her voice barely audible.

She was completely cock drunk, unable to think or process anything besides the sensation of her holes being filled.

"How does it feel, slut? To have a big cock inside each and every single one of your holes?"

"Taking all of them at the same time? ANSWER ME!"

IU took her sweet time, trying to form a sentence in her mind. In her defense, it was kinda hard to come up with anything when she had two massive cocks in her holes, and another two constantly hitting her face, with another one just inches away from her lips.

"Good...it...it feels good. But I want more, though. I need more, please."

"What more can we give you? What the fuck?"

"Your cum. Don't stop using me until you drain those balls inside me."

"And please tell my bodyguard to go as hard as he can."

"Fuck...you are nothing but a dumb, cockhungry slut."

"You heard her, big fella. Go wild on that pussy and make her scream." He said, slapping IU's bodyguard on the shoulder.

IU's bodyguard shot the CEO a sharp glare, his expression making it clear he didn’t appreciate the slap on his shoulder, or being ordered around. But then his gaze dropped to IU, her body trembling, her muffled moans pleading for more. He exhaled sharply through his nose, holding back his displeasure. This wasn’t about the CEO. It was about her. Tightening his grip on her waist, he pushed his frustration aside and focused on giving IU exactly what she wanted—his big cock, deep inside her.

IU let out a sharp gasp as his hips started hammering into her. The sudden force took her by surprise, but the pain quickly morphed into pleasure. His cock was pounding her pussy with the kind of intensity she had never experienced before—not even with him. The noise of their bodies colliding echoed throughout the room, as he repeatedly thrust into her, holding nothing back.

The same thing could be said for CEO and his bodyguard. They were using her like a ragdoll, hammering away at her holes and fucking her brains out, showing her no mercy. IU's body belonged to them, and they were not going to stop until they had drained their balls inside her.

IU was an absolute mess. Her arms and legs ached from being tied up, a dull numbness creeping in as circulation slowed. Sweat coated her entire skin, making her body slick against the one beneath her. With her head hanging upside down, the rush of blood made her feel lightheaded, a dizzy haze settling over her senses. Her neck throbbed from the unnatural angle, but she barely registered the discomfort, too lost in the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body.

Her pussy and ass were sore, the sensation of her holes being stretched and filled to the brim was borderline unbearable. But at the same time, it was also an addictive feeling, and she couldn't get enough. She didn't care how sore she would be after this experience, all she wanted was to drain their balls dry.

Luckily for her, she didn't have to wait much longer. Her former manager's dick was starting to pulse, the signs that he was close. He had been using her mouth like his personal fleshlight for the past several minutes now, with IU having long lost the ability to lick and suck his shaft properly. The constant throat fucking had not only left her jaw was tired, but had also left her in a complete daze, and she had been reduced to nothing but a tool for him to fuck.

"Do you want my cum, Jieun?" He asked, pulling his cock out of her mouth.

IU tried to reply, but no sound came out. His dick had stolen almost all of her ability to speak, leaving her pretty much incapable of doing anything else besides moaning and groaning around his shaft.

"Well, I hope you're ready, cuz I'm about to fill your slutty little mouth."

He held her head in place and rammed his cock down her throat as fast as he could, hitting the back of it several times, before finally erupting. IU's eyes went wide and a muffled, gagging sound could be heard as she felt the hot spurts of his cum splashing inside her mouth and hitting the back of her throat.

After what seemed like ages, he finally pulled out of her mouth, and IU was left with no other choice but to swallow every last drop of his cum.

"Fuck...I've waited for this moment for longer than you can imagine..."

"Thank you for caring about such a worthless thing, Jieun." He added, getting off the table and stumbling towards a chair.

With the CEO now out of the picture, she thought her mouth would catch a break, but the lawyers had other ideas. Both of them were eager to have their dicks stuffed down any hole of hers, and with her mouth being the only one available, they shoved their cocks inside, forcing her to suck on their shafts at the same time.

It was one thing to have three cocks inside her, but to have four of them...it was something entirely different. It was too much for IU, and even with having an orgasm earlier on, it wasn't long until she reached another climax.

Her bodyguard felt her pussy walls tighten around his dick, her orgasm crashing into her like a tidal wave, and it was enough to push him over the edge. He had dumped his load inside her many times before, but this was different. He was always alone with her in those previous times, and now he was here, cumming inside her as she was being taken and used like a slut by everyone in the room.

IU barely had any time to process that her bodyguard had given her a creampie before she felt another thick load of cum being deposited inside her, this time in her round ass.

"I told you I was going to ruin you and make a mess out of your ass, bitch." He said, pulling his massive black cock out of her asshole.

She had no way to see the damage his big black cock had done, but judging from the feeling, she knew her asshole was gaping and stretched wide open. Her bodyguard had the perfect view, and even he was shocked by seeing IU's gaping asshole, and the cum dripping out of it.

With the bodyguards done with her holes, they decided to pull her to the side and untie her. As soon as they did so, IU's limbs came crashing down, and they were so numb that she barely had the strength to move them. She lay there motionless, her entire body aching and stinging, the ache settling deep into her bones.

However, that wasn't stopping her from having more. Despite everything, her desire was still burning, and she wanted more cocks, more cum, and most importantly, the contract.

"Cum...please..."

It was all she could say, and the lawyers didn't need more convincing. They moved IU and placed her on her knees, on top of the table. She was so out of it, that her head just kept falling forward, and her own lawyer had to grab it, or else they would just have to be pleased with covering her hair in their seed.

Neither of them wanted that, and neither did IU. Her face might've said otherwise, but she was eager to get their loads plastered all over her face, and they were excitedly stroking their shafts, getting ready to give her the facial of her life.

IU could barely see the outlines of the cocks that were now jerking off in front of her, but that didn't stop her from sticking out her tongue and opening her mouth wide, begging for their cum.

It was a matter of seconds before their cocks exploded at the same time, and she felt their warm cum being splattered across her face. They shot load after load of their cum all over her pretty face, covering it completely.

She looked unrecognizable. IU's hair was messy, her body was covered in sweat, and now her face was covered in multiple layers of cum, with most of it dripping down her chin. Her lawyer let go of her head, and she collapsed face first on the wooden table.

The CEO, already with his clothes back on, picked up the contract and signed it, before tossing it on the table once again.

"Hope it was worth it, Jieun."

"And don't forget to clean this mess." He added, instructing everyone to leave the room, including IU's men.

IU heard the sound of the doors being closed, and she was now alone in the room. After the intense experience she had just gone through, her brain was still struggling to process anything. Her head was spinning, and the taste of their cum was still present in her mouth, the scent lingering in her nostrils.

For the next fifteen minutes, IU didn’t move. She lay there, sprawled out on the table, her naked body sticky with sweat and cum, cooling rapidly in the empty room. The silence felt deafening, broken only by her slow, shallow breaths. A shiver ran down her spine as the cold air pricked at her damp skin, making her long for the warmth of a bath, the feeling of hot water washing away every trace of what had just happened.

Her thoughts were sluggish, drifting in and out, until the faint sound of the doors opening pulled her back. She could hear footsteps, but her vision was still blurry, and she couldn't make out who was walking into the room.

"You're still here? I thought you would have left by now." The CEO said.

"Don't mind me. Just using the bathroom. Gotta take a quick piss."

"No, s-stop..."

The CEO did stop in his tracks, not because of what she said, but mostly because he couldn't hear what was coming out of her mouth, her voice so low that it was barely audible.

"Use me...use me as your personal toilet."

He couldn't believe it. IU already had the contract and here she was, still asking for more, her mind undoubtedly broken beyond repair from the experience.

The CEO didn't waste any time, unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out. With one hand on his dick and the other on the back of her head, he lowered his cock towards her face, and let go. His warm piss started spraying out, covering IU's face, and then slowly running down her forehead and onto her eyes and nose.

Wanting to humiliate even further, he stood up and started pissing all over her naked body, coating it in his piss. Her skin turned golden under the yellow stream, his hot piss splashing down her tits and stomach. It was the ultimate humiliation, the final degradation.

IU didn't know what had come over her, but the idea of being used and degraded by this man, who was once her best friend, was so incredibly hot.

"You really are no different from all the other sluts in this industry."

He spat on her face and zipped up his pants. He took one last look at IU, laying there motionless, her naked body soaked in sweat, cum and his piss.

"What a fucking whore."

He walked away, and once again, the doors were shut, leaving her alone. There was no light at the end of the tunnel for IU. She had no idea how she was going to get herself out of this, but right now, she couldn't even bring herself to think about it. She was exhausted, her limbs felt like lead and her muscles were on fire. Her body was aching and begging for relief.

As IU lay there, a single tear rolled down her cheek. She was overwhelmed, her body wracked with emotion, the weight of everything she had just done crashing down on her. It was too much...too much.