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Y/N can do nothing but grab a granola bar from the pantry. Don’t make eye contact. Don't make eye contact he keeps telling himself, the granola bar crinkles in his grip.

“You’ve been avoiding us,” J says, her voice a pout. “After everything we shared.”

She lets the last word hang. His jaw tightens.

“I have plans.” Y/N replies

Jiheon laughs, light and sharp. “Plans? With that Ahyeon girl? Please. She doesn’t know you like we do.”

He suddenly turns to face his step-sister “She knows enough. Don't you worry about her.”

J uncrosses her legs, stands, steps closer. Her hand lands on his chest, fingers playing with the collar of his blue shirt. “Does she know how you taste when you’re nervous? How your breath catches right before—”

Y/N steps back. Her hand falls.

“Enough of this. I’m leaving for school.”

And he's out the door before they can respond. The granola bar unopened in his pocket.

The sci-fi club meets every week in room 204, after last period. Poster of a nebula on the door. A dented model starship on the shelf. And Ahyeon, sitting at the back table, flipping through a worn paperback.

She looks up when Y/N walks in. Her hair is pulled back with a clip, loose strands framing her face. The afternoon light catches her cheekbones. She looks absolutely gorgeous.

“You’re early.” she says

He swallows trying to find a little bit of courage, his mouth starts to dry up.

“I need to ask you something.”

She closes the book. Sets it down. Her eyes are dark, patient, curious.

Y/N crosses the room and stops in front of her.

“I really like you Ahyeon-ah. Have liked you for a while. So will you go to prom with me?”

The words come out rougher than he had intended. Unrehearsed. Clearly he didn't think about what he was going to say if she laughed.

She doesn’t laugh.

A small smile spreads across her mouth. She stands. Now we’re close enough that I can smell her shampoo—something floral, clean.

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask,” she says. “Yes, of course i'll go to prom with you, Y/N.”

The air leaves his lungs. Relief. Joy. Something that feels like a punch.

He grins. She laughs. And then she kisses him, right there in the sci-fi club, her lips warm and sure.

The two become the talk of the school by Tuesday.

“You and Ahyeon? Seriously?” My friend Mark claps my shoulder in the hallway. “She’s out of your league, man.”

I don’t argue. She is.

We eat lunch together. She holds my hand under the table, thumb tracing circles on my palm. People stare. I don’t care.

She visits my house after school on Thursday.

The door clicks shut behind her, and I hear footsteps from the living room. J and Jiheon, summoned like bloodhounds.

Ahyeon’s hand is still in mine. I squeeze, a warning.

“So this is where you live,” she says, glancing around. “Cute. Cozy.”

J appears first, leaning against the archway. “Y/N, you didn’t tell us you were having company.”

Jiheon drifts in behind her, arms crossed. “We could’ve helped you prepare.”

The word helped drips with implication.

Ahyeon’s eyes flick between them. She doesn’t flinch.

“I’m sure you could,” she says, her voice sweet and sharp as a blade. “But I think I’ve got handling Y/N down.”

J’s smile tightens. “Oh, do you? He has particular tastes.”

Ahyeon tilts her head. Lets the silence stretch. Then she laughs, light and dismissive.

“Maybe. But I don’t share.”

She turns to me, grabs my wrist, and pulls me toward the stairs. “Your room. Now.”

I follow. Behind me, I hear Jiheon hiss something. J shushes her.

The door clicks shut. Ahyeon pushes me onto the bed, stands over me, her chest rising and falling.

“They’re trying to get under my skin,” she says, but she’s smiling. A dangerous smile.

“They’re jealous.”

“Good.” She climbs onto the bed, straddles my hips. Her skirt rides up. I can feel the heat of her thighs through my jeans.

“I’m going to give you something to remember,” she says, her voice low. “Something they can’t touch.”

Her hands find my belt buckle.

My head tips back as her mouth finds me. She’s slow at first, deliberate—a tease. Her tongue traces a line, circles, retreats. My fingers dig into the sheets.

Then she takes me deeper.

There’s a rhythm she sets, confident, hungry. She knows what she’s doing. Every flick of her tongue, every hollow of her cheek, is a statement.

I’m better. I’m the one.

I can’t help the sound that escapes my throat. A groan, low and ragged.

She pauses. Looks up at me, eyes glinting.

“Let them hear,” she whispers.

Then she resumes, faster now, her hand working in tandem with her mouth. The pleasure builds, tightens, coiling low in my gut.

I grip her hair. She moans around me, the vibration sending a shudder up my spine.

“Ahyeon—I’m close—”

She doubles down. No hesitation. No mercy.

I come with a gasp that turns into a long, shuddering exhalation. My body arches. She doesn’t pull away. Takes everything, holds still as the last pulse fades.

Then she lifts her head.

Her lips are slick. A trail of white runs from the corner of her mouth across her cheek. She doesn’t wipe it.

She smiles up at me, breathless and triumphant.

From somewhere downstairs, I hear a door slam.

They heard.

The house feels heavier after Ahyeon walks out the front door. J and Jiheon waste no time. They corner Y/N in the hallway, bodies pressed close, voices low and sticky with intent.

"She left you all worked up," J murmurs, fingers tracing the line of his shirt collar. "We saw how she looked at you. We can finish what she started."

Jiheon slides a hand down his chest, stopping just above his belt. "We won't stop at a lousy blowjob this time. We'll ride you until you forget her name. Both of us. At the same time."

Y/N steps back, jaw set. "I'm not interested. She's my girlfriend. That's it."

J laughs, but it cracks at the edges. "Come on, oppa. We know what you like. We can do things she never will."

He shakes his head, already turning away. "Nothing you say changes anything. I'm done with this."

They keep pushing for another minute, voices turning sharp, but he keeps walking until the door to his room shuts behind him. Their footsteps fade, leaving only silence.

Prom night arrives like a held breath. Y/N stands in front of the mirror in a fitted black tuxedo, the fabric sharp against his frame. The tie sits straight. His hair is combed back. He looks ready.

J and Jiheon wait in the living room wearing the sluttiest outfits they could assemble. J's top is a tiny black crop that barely covers the underside of her breasts, the fabric stretched thin enough to show the hard points of her nipples. Her shorts ride so high the lower curve of her ass cheeks peeks out with every step. Jiheon's version is even bolder: a sheer white tank top with no bra underneath, the material clinging to every curve, and cutoff denim shorts so short they function more like underwear. Both girls move with deliberate sway, hips rolling as they block the hallway.

"Don't go," J says, voice thick. She steps in close, pressing her chest against his arm. "Stay here. We'll make it worth it. You can fuck us all night. Any position you want."

Jiheon drops to her knees right there on the carpet, looking up with wide eyes. "We can start now. Pull your cock out and let us suck it together. We'll swallow every single drop."

Y/N sidesteps them without a word. He grabs his keys, checks his phone for Ahyeon's text, and heads for the door. Their calls follow him down the driveway, but he doesn't look back.

The prom venue glows under soft lights. Ahyeon waits near the entrance in a flowing red dress that hugs her waist and flares at the hips. When she sees him, her face lights up. They move inside together, hands linked.

They dance slowly to the music, bodies swaying in time. Her head rests on his shoulder. Friends from the sci-fi club wave them over between songs. They laugh, share stories, drink punch that tastes too sweet. The night stretches easy and warm. Y/N forgets everything else while Ahyeon stays close, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his palm.

Later, Ahyeon pulls him outside and whispers against his ear. "My parents are gone all week. Come home with me."

The drive back to Ahyeon’s house was a blur of electric tension, the air in the car thick with the scent of her perfume and the unspoken promise of what was to come. Every time she shifted in her seat, the red fabric of her dress brushed against Y/N, sending jolts of heat through him. By the time the engine cut out in the driveway, the silence was heavy, charged with a hunger that had been building all night.

The moment the front door clicked shut behind them, the pretense of patience vanished. Ahyeon turned to him, her eyes dark and dilated, shimmering with a predatory kind of desire. Without a word, she reached behind her back, the metallic slide of the zipper echoing in the quiet hallway. The red dress didn't just fall; it cascaded, sliding down the curves of her hips and pooling around her ankles in a shimmering heap of crimson silk.

She stood before him in a matching set of black lace—a bra that struggled to contain her breasts and panties that left very little to the imagination. She stepped into his space, the heat radiating off her skin. Her mouth crashed against his, her tongue sliding deep, tasting of lip gloss and longing. Her hands were frantic, working his jacket off his shoulders and then tearing at his shirt. A button popped, pinging off the wall, as she shoved the fabric aside to feel his bare chest.

Y/N groaned into the kiss, his hands finding the swell of her hips. Below, his cock was a rigid iron bar pressing against the denim of his pants. Ahyeon felt it; she let out a low, humming moan against his lips and reached down, palming him through the fabric. She squeezed him firmly, her fingers tracing the length and girth of him, making him gasp.

As they stumbled toward the bedroom, a sound drifted through the house. It was faint at first—a soft, breathy whimper—but as they entered the room, it became clear. The wall shared a boundary with Asa’s room, and the sounds filtering through were unmistakable.

"Ahh… fuck… right there… oh god…" Asa’s voice was a broken melody of pleasure, echoing through the drywall.

Y/N's dick twitches harder at the sound. He pictures Ahyeon's sister on the other side of the wall, two classmates stripping her down, hands on her tits, mouths on her neck. The image makes his balls tighten.

Ahyeon paused, a playful, wicked smirk crossing her lips. She didn't seem bothered; if anything, the sound of her sister’s ecstasy acted like an aphrodisiac. She pushed Y/N back onto the bed, crawling over him with a slow, sensual grace. She leaned down, her breasts brushing his chest, her nipples stiff and poking through the lace.

"Sounds like Asa is having a very busy night," Ahyeon whispered, her breath hot against his ear. She began to grind her hips against his lap, the friction of the lace against his pants driving him wild. "But I don't want to share. I want you all to myself."

She pushes him backward onto the bed. Her fingers make quick work of his belt. Pants and boxers hit the floor. His cock springs free, thick and veined, already leaking at the tip. She climbs on top, straddling his hips. One hand reaches between them, grips his shaft, and rubs the head along her soaked slit. She sinks down in one slow motion, pussy stretching around him until her ass meets his thighs.

"Ohhh fuck," she moans, voice loud and clear. "Your cock feels so good inside me."

She began to bounce, her tits jiggling violently in the lace bra. Hips roll in steady circles, then lift and drop. Each descent takes him deeper. Wet sounds fill the room as her pussy grips and slides along his length. "Ahh… ahh… yes… deeper… fuck me harder…", rhythm slow at first but as the sounds from the next room intensified, so did her pace.

Through the wall, Asa’s moans grew frantic, bordering on screams. "Yes! Fuck my pussy! Harder! Oh god, your cock is so big! I can't—ahh! Right there!"

The sound of Asa's pleasure pushed Ahyeon over the edge. She reached back, unhooking her bra with a quick snap and tossing it across the room. Her bare breasts swayed as she slammed her hips down harder, her pussy gripping Y/N with every descent.

Y/N grips her hips, thrusting up to meet her. His cock drives into her soaked heat again and again. The head nudges her cervix with every deep stroke. "Fuck, Ahyeon… your pussy is squeezing me so tight."

Ahyeon let out a loud, piercing moan, her eyes rolling back. "Ahhh! Yes! Right there! Pound my cunt! Make me scream louder than my sister!"

Next door, the audio shifted. The sounds of shifting bodies and heavy breathing indicated a change in position. Asa was now riding one classmate while a second pushed into her from behind. Her voice cracked, a mixture of shock and pure bliss.

"Ohhh shit! Both holes! You're stretching my ass so wide! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

The double penetration makes her scream. The classmate under her thrusts up into her pussy while the one behind grips her waist and drives into her ass. Skin slaps against skin. Wet squelching noises mix with her cries. "Ahhh! I'm so full! Don't stop! Cum inside me!"

Ahyeon hears every word. She rides Y/N even harder, ass slapping against his thighs. Her pussy clenches and flutters around his thick cock. "Listen to her getting double-teamed. Two cocks ruining her at once. But you're mine. This dick belongs to me."

She grinds down in tight circles, clit rubbing against his pubic bone. "Ahh… ahh… I'm getting close… your big cock is hitting so deep… fuck… fuck…"

Y/N's hands slide up to squeeze her tits. He pinches her nipples, rolling them between his fingers. She moans louder. "Yes! Play with my tits while you fuck me!"

The race intensifies. Ahyeon slams down with everything she has, pussy dripping down his shaft and onto his balls. Each thrust makes obscene wet sounds. "Ahhh! Yes! Fuck! I'm gonna cum! Cum with me!"

Next door, Asa is losing it. "Oh my god! I'm cumming! Both cocks are making me cum so hard! Ahhh! Fill my holes!"

Her screams peak, raw and desperate. The two classmates grunt and thrust harder, one flooding her pussy while the other pumps cum into her ass. Asa shakes between them, voice hoarse. "Yes! Yes! So much cum!"

Ahyeon hears her sister's orgasm and it pushes her over. She rides Y/N at a frantic pace, hips snapping. "Ahhh! I'm cumming! Your cock is making me cum!"

Her pussy spasms around him, walls pulsing and milking. Y/N groans, hips jerking up as he erupts inside her. Thick ropes of cum shoot deep, filling her until it leaks out around his shaft with every bounce. "Fuck… Ahyeon…"

She keeps moving through both their orgasms, slower now but still grinding, drawing every drop. "Mmm… so much cum… I can feel it pumping into me."

They stay locked together, breathing hard. Through the wall, Asa's moans soften into satisfied whimpers as the three of them collapse. Ahyeon leans down, kisses Y/N slow and deep, then whispers against his lips. "Best night ever."

Y/N holds her close, cock still twitching inside her soaked pussy. The sounds from next door fade, but the memory lingers, making the afterglow even sweeter. He strokes her back, content, completely hers.

Later that night as Y/N arrived home after giving his girlfriend a couple more orgasms, his relentless step-sisters were waiting for him by the kitchen table.

"So, how was she, Y/N?" Jiheon asks

"Was it everything you hoped for?" J sarcastically adds

"I'm not talking about this with my sisters. Plus it's none of your business. You should worry about your own boyfriend, Jiheon-ah." he says with a smirk knowingly

"What's that supposed to mean? she asks

"Oh, i don't know. Maybe the fact that i haven't seen him around in over a month." I'm sure you did something to upset him. Or did he think you were a bad fuck and left you for someone better?"

"What the fuck did you just say to me? Last week you were begging me to swallow your cum, now you've got a girlfriend and you suddenly think you're above it all?" Jiheon replies furiously as she gets up from the table, almost screaming at Y/N

"Maybe i did. Or maybe i just got tired of letting you two play games with me. All of this teasing and flirting after making fun of me for years for liking your older members. And now you're trying to fuck up the best thing that's ever happened to me." "If you care about me, then just stay the fuck out of my life." Y/N says as he walks out of the kitchen and up the stairs, slamming the door to his room.

"Looks like little bro finally grew some balls." J says "What are we gonna do about this? We can't just let him walk away after everything that happened."

"Oh, he's not walking away i can promise you that. And since we can't just threaten to expose him to that slut girlfriend of his, we'll have to make it impossible for him to resist us." Jiheon replies

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Luckily for you, those other ways Tzuyu paid you were usually a blowjob. If you were lucky, she’d let you grope her breasts or her ass, but that only happened when the assignment was especially difficult. Her usual currency was blowjobs, and things had never gone any further. You'd never seen her naked or anything like that; even when you grabbed her ass, you did it over her clothes.

Not that you were going to complain about her paying you that way. Your wallet appreciated the extra cash, but when exams were approaching, a good blowjob helped you release tension and clear your mind. It just so happened that Tzuyu gave the best blowjobs on campus, or so the rumors said. Unfortunately, you didn't have a large enough database to verify for yourself if that was true or not, but your own experience told you it was.

You and she were on different popularity rungs. You weren't an outcast, but you were definitely among the nerds, and that affected your social life. Plus, you were almost always studying, which further limited your interactions with other students, but you still managed to sleep with someone every now and then.

On the other hand, Tzuyu was several rungs above you on the social ladder. She was beautiful, charming, kind, lovely, a good person, beautiful, and many other positive qualities; which made her a truly popular student. Someone you wouldn't have a chance of sleeping with in a million years. But fate had it that she was your classmate, which ultimately led to this strange arrangement you two had.

You had most of your classes together, so it wasn't that unusual to see you talking occasionally. You were both good students, so no one was surprised if you shared notes or something like that, but beyond that, your illicit encounters had to go unnoticed by everyone else.

"Okay, but where?" Tzuyu asked, getting a little impatient.

"In my dorm, of course." As expected, she looked indignant at your answer.

"I'm not going into your dorm. If someone see us, they'll think we're up to no good."

"Unless you want to give me a blowjob in the library... we don't have anywhere else to go." It was always the same with her. Every time you two agreed that Tzuyu would give you a blowjob, she'd protest about having to do it in your dorm, but honestly, it was the best place you had available. "Oh, they say that if you go behind the science building at certain times, you can hear strange noises. Maybe you want to go there and check it out."

"Idiot." Tzuyu shoved your shoulder in exasperation. "Let's go to your dorm." She finally agreed. She knew it was the best option, too, because she wasn't going to risk someone discovering her on her knees behind a building with your cock in her mouth.

"Do you want to hold hands while we walk?" The question threw you off, but you weren't going to miss an opportunity like that, so... Bam! Tzuyu slapped your hand away when you tried to touch hers. "Honestly, I don't know how someone as intelligent as you doesn't understand sarcasm." Instead of taking your hand, she picked up the books she had left on the table and handed them to you. "Be helpful and take my books." With that, she left without another word.

Of course, Tzuyu knew the way to your dorm; she'd been there a few times already. This allowed her to walk a few steps ahead of you, trying to disguise the fact that you were walking together. You didn't mind because it gave you the freedom to stare at her ass, something no one could judge you for since everyone knew Tzuyu's ass was perfect.

Perhaps someone in the physics department should study the circumference of Tzuyu's ass; its roundness was perfect in many ways. It was large and might look a little chubby, but the almost perfect shape of her buttocks gave it an appearance of immaculate perfection. Even when small cellulite marks appeared when she decided to wear really short shorts, none of that could detract from the overall look of her rear. Simply put, Tzuyu's ass was almost supernaturally perfect.

Even with her perfect ass and her fleshy thighs and long legs, no one would dare say that Tzuyu's best feature wasn't her face. Seeing her was like being in the presence of an angel, at least without the part about the thousands of eyes, a being from another dimension. She was someone who didn't belong in this world full of people not as beautiful as her. Even though her ears were quite large, it only made her look cuter and gave her an aura of innocence, which her eyes complemented with a soft and kind gaze. And then there was her smile, oh, Tzuyu's smile could brighten anyone's day no matter how bad things were.

But of course, you weren't fooled by that perfect face and hypnotic laugh; you knew her other side, the one that not everyone got to see. Because the truth was that Tzuyu lost that kind look and angelic expression when she had a cock in her mouth. It just so happened that she'd had yours quite a few times, so in this case, your information was accurate.

You spent the entire walk to your dorm blatantly staring at Tzuyu's ass, but the way she strutted, swaying her hips, made it clear she knew you were doing it. It was like a way of teasing you because you both knew you'd never get to taste her ass, beyond a few simple grabs over her clothes.

Luckily for both of you, your roommate had dropped out of university, so until you were assigned a new roommate, you had the place to yourself. It wasn't very spacious, but at least it gave you and Tzuyu a place where no one would see what you were up to.

"Is your dick clean?" she asked casually once you'd closed the dorm door behind you.

The question made you roll your eyes. "Yeeesss. I showered just a few hours ago."

"Wash it up again anyway. I'm not going to touch your dick if it's dirty and smelly."

"Tzuyu… Ugh, okay." You practically threw her books onto the empty bed and strode off to the bathroom. When you came back out, she'd already made herself comfortable on your bed, sitting on the edge with an expression as if she were afraid of sitting on something dirty or catching some disease.

"The sheets are clean," you said before she could ask the question you knew she was going to ask. "Just… forget it." Instead of arguing with her, the best thing you could do was stand in front of Tzuyu and offer her your cock so she could do what she'd come here to do.

Since she'd made you wash your cock, you decided there was no point in putting it away again, so you stood in front of her with your boxers around your mid-thighs and your pants bunched up around your feet.

Tzuyu looked at you with an expression of indifference and surprise at you daring to put your cock so close to her face, but years of doing the same thing had taught you that the best thing to do with her was to be direct. Even if that sometimes earned you one of her murderous glares.

"Do I have to make it hard for you?"

"Come on, don't you expect me to do all the work?" You swayed your hips, making your cock swing from side to side to signal her to hurry up. "My cock isn't going to suck itself."

"Goooood." Tzuyu drew out the word, rolling her eyes in exasperation, as if you couldn't see her. But she didn't really care; that attitude was part of her charm, and she knew it.

At first, she only grabbed your cock with three fingers. Actually, she only used the fingertips to touch your member and start masturbating you as if she were handling a dirty object or taking something out of the trash, but as you got harder, the contact increased. By the time your cock was fully erect, Tzuyu had already wrapped her hand around it and was giving you a proper handjob, all the while looking at anything but your cock.

"Doesn't it disgust you to be so perverted?" she asked out of the blue, but when you saw where she was looking, you immediately understood why she was asking.

"No, they're vintage." She was looking at the porn magazines on your nightstand. "That magazine isn't even in print anymore. I got them at a garage sale last week."

"But do you really have to leave them there in plain sight?" The question seemed like a distraction from what she was doing, as if she didn't want to think about the way she was slowly moving her hand to stroke the length of your cock.

"Well. I don't have a roommate right now, so it doesn't matter. You're the only person who comes here. Want to see them?" You asked, reaching for one.

"Ewww, no!" She made a face of disgust at your suggestion, which struck you as ridiculous given the context. She had no problem giving you a handjob and a blowjob to pay you for doing her homework, but flipping through an old porn magazine was too much. You couldn't help but laugh at the situation.

Tzuyu's response to your laughter was to squeeze your member near the base and twist her hand while stretching the skin of your cock as far as it would go. A soft moan quickly replaced your laughter. "Be careful," you said, closing your eyes. "If you don't want me to cum on your face, be careful what you do."

"Don't even think about it. I'll kill you if you ruin my makeup or get it in my hair." That was the problem with Tzuyu. She could be doing something truly obscene, but she'd still try to act like her actions were the most normal thing in the world, all while treating you like a total pervert. A shame, because in your opinion, the only thing that could enhance Tzuyu's beauty was having that perfect face covered in thick strands of warm, freshly squeezed semen.

You bit your lip to stop yourself from telling her that her face was perfect for receiving a load. You knew that if you let those words out, she'd get angry. Although, in truth, she looked beautiful when she was angry. "But Chuwi…" You let the nickname hang in the air to test her reaction, because of course you weren't on the select list of people who could call her that. When it was clear that, at least for the moment, she wasn't bothered by your boldness, you continued. "You'd look beautiful with a little semen on your face." You didn't even get a chance to let out the mocking giggle you had prepared because she slapped you on the tip of your member, eliciting a groan instead.

In the end, it was Tzuyu who ended up letting out an amused, somewhat wicked, giggle at your reaction. "I already told you no." Tzuyu's hand traced the length of your member again. "Semen is hard to get out of hair, and for God's sake, I'm not taking a shower in this shithole."

You decided to overlook the fact that she was more worried about her hair and makeup, or about having to shower in your bathroom, than about you covering her face in semen. If you had suggested something like that last semester, it might have meant your death. You really were never going to understand Tzuyu.

To settle any argument about whether or not you could cum on her face, Tzuyu stretched out her tongue and placed the head of your penis against it. The contact of her tongue against your skin sent a shiver down your spine, making you shudder. This didn't go unnoticed by her, and she smiled at your reaction.

Tzuyu knew she had you in her hands, both figuratively and literally. While one hand explored your dick, the other caressed your balls. Her fingers gently traced your skin, eliciting sighs and small shivers. Tzuyu knew exactly what she was doing; somehow, she was an expert at playing with dicks.

Looking directly into your eyes, Tzuyu wrapped her lips around your head. Only the tip of your member was in her mouth, but you could already feel its warmth. Her tongue playfully circled your member until it moved to explore the opening of your urethra. Her cheeks were cupped the whole time because she never stopped sucking while doing all of this.

Meanwhile, the caresses on your balls continued. Tzuyu's fingers massaged your scrotum, maximizing the pleasure her mouth was giving you. She had done so little and she already had you on the verge of madness; she had only taken a small part of your member in her mouth and you were already clenching your buttocks to avoid cuming. No, you couldn't come so quickly. Not because you were embarrassed, with Tzuyu anyone would understand, but because you wanted to savor the moment as much as possible. Tzuyu's oral skills were something you didn't find very often.

As if reading your thoughts, Tzuyu slid her lips along your shaft, swallowing more and more of your flesh until a large portion was inside her mouth. Almost comically, her cheek warped under the pressure of your cock, clearly revealing a bulge inside her mouth.

Your cock bumped against the inside of her cheek a couple more times, creating that obscene bulge, before she changed the way she was sucking you. Her hand rested on your thigh while the other caressed the base of your member, twisting your skin and sending incredible sensations throughout your body. Now that Tzuyu was sucking you properly, moving her head back and forth, all you could do was enjoy her actions. Her mouth engulfed more and more of your anatomy without her showing any signs of wanting to stop.

You couldn't be an active participant in this. You knew that if you moved your hips or tried to hold Tzuyu's head, she'd scold you. That would probably be the end of the deal, and you'd still have to help her with her homework anyway. It was clear Tzuyu was giving you a blowjob, but she was treating you like little more than a toy. You were just a means to get what she wanted.

The sound of gagging pulled you from your thoughts, gagging that could only be Tzuyu's. She was forcing your cock into her mouth, actually bringing her face as close to your body as she could, willingly gagging on your member. The wet warmth of her throat enveloped your head, and you understood how deep inside her you were. That sensation set your imagination running wild, making you wonder if her pussy was just as tight and wet. Something you were sure you'd never find out for yourself.

Tzuyu pulled her face away from your body until only the tip remained in her mouth, then she swallowed as much of your member as she could. She moved closer and closer to you, each movement of her head plunging you deeper and deeper into her throat. Her warmth enveloped you deliciously as you watched your cock disappear inside her.

For the final few centimeters, Tzuyu gripped your ass with both hands and simply forced what remained of your cock into her throat. Her breath tickled you as her nose pressed against your abdomen. Tzuyu had finally managed to swallow your entire cock, an admirable feat given its size.

When she pulled away and let your cock fall from her mouth, she did so accompanied by wet, obscene sounds. Along with your member, a gush of saliva spurted out, dripping down her chin, some of it landing on the floor. Making bubbles with her breath, Tzuyu quickly spread her saliva all over your member. Her hands again traced its length as she panted heavily.

Her lips curved into an unavoidable smile; there was a joy on her face that she couldn't hide. Despite everything she said, Tzuyu couldn't prevent you from noticing how much she enjoyed sucking your cock. Maybe not your cock specifically, but it was obvious how much she liked having a piece of meat obstructing her throat.

Soon her breathing returned to some semblance of normality, and Tzuyu swallowed your member again. This time, she went as deep as she could in one go; her throat had become accustomed to the abuse, so swallowing the remaining few centimeters was effortless. Now, seeking a steady rhythm, Tzuyu began to move her head, more like fucking her own throat with your member than sucking your cock. Almost as if you were just a toy to her, which, in reality you were.

Tzuyu's ability to give a blowjob was incredible. She made you think about how much practice she really had, whether she had a toy at home that she had fun with every day or there were simply other chosen ones who got to feel her throat more often than you. It was probably the second option because Tzuyu could have whoever she wanted, right now she had your cock deep in her mouth just because she needed you for something, otherwise in your place she would find a boy more handsome and popular than you.

No one in his place would have complained about this treatment. A blowjob from someone as beautiful and skilled as Tzuyu was worth so much more than what she paid you to do her homework, it almost felt like a scam. You didn't even need the money, so feeling her throat squeeze your member was more like a gift than payment. No one would have preferred money over having Tzuyu's nose pressed against your abdomen while she choked on your cock.

In those displays of skill that always fascinated you, Tzuyu would go from having your cock deep in her throat to sucking sloppily. She would let her saliva run freely and drip from your member, she would press your head against the inside of her cheek forming that obscene bulge, she would move her head quickly, or she would cup her cheeks. You felt in heaven and needed nothing more in the world than Tzuyu's warm mouth around your throbbing cock.

In those rare moments when lack of air forced Tzuyu to leave her mouth free, she was in charge of continuing to masturbate you. Her hands never stopped pleasuring you when she was catching her breath, whether playing with your cock or your balls. Although it was clear that Tzuyu's priority was her own pleasure, she never left yours aside. She always made sure you had a good time, and boy did you enjoy those little moments with her. Locked there in your room, she didn't hold back and put on a spectacular show that showed off all her oral skills. you were sure that Tzuyu could go as far as she wanted in life just by using her mouth.

You were already getting tired of enduring the onslaught of pleasure that she provoked in you. You had your ass clenched for a while in an attempt not to cum so quickly, but you didn't want to hold on any longer. Trying to resist orgasm when Tzuyu was doing those things to your cock was downright stupid. "I-I-I'm close." you managed to sputter and make yourself heard over the wet sounds coming from your cock. Tzuyu's response was to take a deep breath to fill her lungs and then swallow your entire cock in one go. When you felt her nose press against your abdomen you simply exploded.

A torrent of warm cum shot from your cock directly into Tzuyu's throat. She didn't show any discomfort, on the contrary, her eyes shone with lust as she looked at you. Although it might also have been tears from having to hold her breath and swallow all the semen you were giving her.

With all the stress of final exams approaching you hadn't had time to cum properly so your balls were full, all that cum was there waiting to be released. Luckily for you, and perhaps Tzuyu's bad fortune, you were now giving free rein to all that you had accumulated. Which maybe was too much, maybe you should have warned her, but either way Tzuyu was well acquainted with how much cum you could produce. Only this time it was too much, causing her to miscalculate her chances of swallowing it all and something unexpected ended up happening.

Suddenly retching noises filled the room, Tzuyu was quickly running out of air and you couldn't stop cumming. In a reflex action she moved away from you a little and tried to breathe, which was worse because in an absolutely surprising way you saw how your semen shot out of Tzuyu's nostrils. As if she had a cold, your semen came out of her nose until she couldn't take it anymore and had to take your cock out of her mouth.

Panting and coughing, she spit some of your cum onto the floor and wiped her nose with the back of her hand, which she then wiped on the covers of your bed. She stood there breathing heavily with her head down and still coughing sometimes while you didn't know what to do. When she straightened up to look at you you could see that there was still a bit of cum on her nose and that the tears from running out of breath had totally ruined her makeup.

"Don't just stand there, idiot, get me something to clean myself up with." You were sure that if she hadn't been having trouble speaking, Tzuyu's tone would have been much angrier. "Forget it, idiot," she added, seeing your inaction. Tzuyu stood up and, after pushing you aside, ran the few steps to the bathroom. From the sounds you could hear, it was clear she was washing her face at the sink.

"This wouldn't have happened if you'd let me cum on your face," you said, approaching her to hand her a towel. The very same towel you'd used to dry your cock earlier.

A/N: Of course I was inspired by this moment.

The corrupted shrine sat at the edge of the Thornwood, its torii gate splintered, its sacred ropes torn. Where prayers had once risen, something foul now pulsed — a heartbeat of dark energy that made the air thick and wrong. Yuna stepped through the broken archway, her long crimson hair catching the dying light, her amethyst eyes scanning the shadows with bored contempt.

"You can come out now," she called, her voice carrying the particular lilt of someone who had never once been afraid. "I sensed your pathetic trap from a mile away."

Silence. Then laughter — thin and dry, like stones grinding together.

Malachite emerged from behind a collapsed stone lantern, his gaunt frame materializing as if from shadow itself. Behind him, two more figures: a mountain of scarred muscle and a lean man with dancing dark eyes.

"Sailor Mars," Malachite said, his voice soft, almost gentle. "The Guardian of Flame. How kind of you to walk into my parlor."

"Spare me the monologue." Yuna's hand came up, a flaming ofuda already kindling between her fingers. "I have reports to file before dinner. Three Dark Kingdom agents, dead or bound. Choose quickly."

Obsidian cracked his thick neck. Vex smiled, slow and sharp.

And Malachite raised his hand.

The circle beneath her feet — she hadn't seen it, hadn't looked down, too arrogant by half — flared to life in sickly green light. Runes she didn't recognize spiraled outward, and before she could step back or throw her ofuda or transform, the spell hit her like a wave of hot oil through her veins.

Yuna's fire died in her palm.

Her knees buckled. She caught herself on a moss-eaten altar, gasping, her heart slamming against her ribs in a rhythm that felt wrong — not panicked, not fearful, but hungry. Empty. Aching.

"What —" she started, and her voice came out thick, threaded with something she didn't recognize.

"The Weakening Spell," Malachite said, stepping closer. "I spent three years perfecting it. It drains your Sailor Crystal, your strength, your will." He tilted his head. "And it replaces them with something far more useful."

Yuna's breath came in shallow pulls. Her body was heating from the inside, her fuku suddenly too tight against her skin. Her nipples had gone hard, pressing against the fabric, and between her thighs a wet warmth was spreading that had nothing to do with fear.

She knew what this was. She'd read about forbidden lust magic in the ancient records, in the scrolls sealed behind wards she'd broken for fun.

"This won't work," she snarled, but her voice cracked on the last word. "I am Sailor Mars —"

"You're a woman whose cunt is already dripping," Vex said, circling to her left. "Don't bother with titles. They don't mean much when you're soaked through your fuku, do they?"

Yuna swung a fist at him. He caught her wrist, twisted, and she gasped — not from pain, but because his touch sent a jolt of pure electricity through her, straight to her clit.

"No," she breathed.

"Yes," Malachite said.

Obsidian's massive hands closed around her upper arms, lifting her off the ground as if she weighed nothing. She kicked, thrashed, tried to summon even a spark of Mars fire, and got nothing — just the heat pooling in her belly, the ache between her thighs, the desperate empty clenching of her pussy.

He carried her into the shrine's inner sanctum, where torchlight flickered across an altar carved with scenes of ancient debauchery. She understood, in a distant part of her mind, that this had been planned down to the last detail. The altar was draped in clean black silk. There were cushions. Restraints.

Obsidian threw her onto the altar. The silk was cool against her burning skin.

"No," she said again, but it came out as a moan.

Malachite approached, a small glass vial in his hand. "This will help you accept what's happening. It's not poison. Think of it as... permission."

"I won't drink it. You'll have to force it down my —"

She was still talking when Vex grabbed her jaw, pinched her nose, and she had to open her mouth to breathe. Malachite poured the thick honey-colored liquid onto her tongue. It tasted of summer fruits and something animal, something that made her throat work in a swallow before her mind could stop it.

The effect was instantaneous.

The heat that had been building became a blaze. Her vision swam. Her skin turned hypersensitive — she could feel every thread of her fuku, every hair that brushed her neck, the cool air on her cheeks. Her pussy clenched on nothing, so wet now that she could feel it soaking through to the silk beneath her.

"Please," she heard herself say, and the word tasted like ash and honey. "Please, I —"

"Please what?" Vex asked, already unlacing his leather pants. "Use your words, Sailor Mars. You're so good with words."

She couldn't. She couldn't think. Her body was screaming for touch, for filling, for something to ease the maddening emptiness that the spell had carved into her bones.

Obsidian's hands found the fastenings of her fuku. He tore it open — not gently, not patiently, just a brutal rip that sent fabric scattering across the stone floor. The cool air hit her bare breasts and she arched into it, her nipples pebbled and aching, her heavy tits spilling free. The crescent-moon tiara clattered to the stone beside her. She was just Yuna now. Just a naked woman on an altar.

"Look at that," Vex breathed. "The famous Sailor Mars. Tits like a goddess and a face made for sucking cock."

She wanted to tell him to die. She wanted to burn him to ash with a flame that would never come. Instead she heard herself whimper, watched her own hands rise to cup her breasts, squeezing them together, offering them up to the three men who had beaten her.

"I hate you," she said, but her voice was honey-thick and broken.

"Not yet you don't," Malachite said, shrugging off his robes. His body was thin but his cock was not — long and hard, curving upward, the head already glistening. "Give it time."

Vex came first. He climbed onto the altar, straddling her chest, his cock — lean and cut, with a prominent vein along the shaft — bobbing in front of her face. "Open up, Sailor Mars. Let's see how that arrogant tongue works when it's got something useful to do."

She turned her head away. He grabbed her long red hair, yanked, and her mouth opened in a gasp. He slid inside.

The taste of him — salt and skin and musk — hit her tongue and something in her brain short-circuited. Her lips closed around him involuntarily. Her tongue, her traitor tongue, pressed against the underside of his shaft.

"That's it," he groaned, beginning to thrust. "That's fucking it. Suck it. Suck it like you mean it."

She did. She didn't want to, but her body was no longer hers. Her hands came up to grip his thighs. Her mouth worked him with increasing hunger. The taste, the stretch, the sounds he was making — they were feeding the fire inside her, making it hotter, making her wetter, making her want.

Obsidian moved between her spread thighs. She felt his hands on her hips, turning her, positioning her. Then the thick blunt pressure of his cock at her entrance.

"Wait," she gasped around Vex's shaft. "Wait, I'm not —"

He pushed in.

The stretch was enormous. Obsidian was massive — thick as her forearm, long enough that she felt him press against her cervix on the first thrust. And she was tight, had always been tight, had never taken anything larger than her own fingers. But the spell had made her wet, so wet that his cock slid through her slickness like a blade through silk, and the feeling of being filled that completely, that entirely, made her scream against Vex's cock.

"Fuck," Obsidian grunted. "She's tight. Hot and tight."

He began to move. Each thrust pushed the air from her lungs. Each withdrawal made her clench, desperate to keep him inside. Her body was learning what it wanted faster than her mind could catch up, and what it wanted was more.

Vex's hands were in her hair, fucking her face in rhythm with Obsidian's strokes. She was pinned between them, filled at both ends, and the pleasure was building in a way she had never known possible — not the sharp bursts of her own fingers in her lonely bed at the Guardian dormitory, but a deep rolling tide that started in her cunt and spread outward, through her belly, her chest, her throat.

She was beautiful like this. She knew it, could feel it in the way the men looked at her, sprawled naked across the altar, her red hair wild, her lips stretched around a cock, her tits bouncing with every thrust. She was the most beautiful thing in this corrupted shrine, and they were using her like she was made for it.

Vex came first — hot and sudden, flooding her mouth with a salt-thick pulse that she swallowed without meaning to, her throat working around him. He pulled out, panting, and watched her lips part, watched a trail of his cum string from her chin to her chest.

"Look at you," he said, his voice rough with wonder. "You drank it. The great Sailor Mars, swallowing my seed like a common whore."

"Shut up," she managed, but it was barely a whisper, and she was already turning her head, already looking down at where Obsidian was still fucking into her, watching his thick cock disappear into her pussy over and over.

She was so close. She could feel it building, that bright crest she'd chased alone so many times in her private quarters.

"Please," she said, not knowing what she was asking for. "Please, I need —"

Obsidian's thumb found her clit.

She shattered. Her orgasm ripped through her like a blade of light, arching her back, making her cry out in a voice she didn't recognize. Her pussy clamped down on Obsidian's cock so hard he groaned, and he kept thrusting through it, driving her higher, making the pleasure last until she was sobbing with it.

When she came down, she was limp. Her limbs were heavy. Her mind was quiet.

Obsidian pulled out, and she felt the sudden emptiness like a loss. Her abused pussy gaped, cream and slick spilling onto the black silk beneath her.

"She's ready," Malachite said. He had been watching, his hand moving slowly on his own cock, his dark eyes glittering with satisfaction. "Now the real work begins."

He turned her over himself, handling her like she was made of glass. Her knees found the altar. Her face pressed into the silk. Her ass rose in the air, and she felt exposed in a way that should have terrified her but only made her wetter.

"You've never been taken here, have you?" Malachite's finger traced her asshole, circling the tight ring of muscle. "The Guardian of Flame. Virgin in every hole but one."

"Yes," she whispered. "I mean no, I've never —"

"I know." He pressed, and she gasped at the pressure. "This will hurt. And then it won't."

He pushed inside.

The resistance was immediate — her body clenching against the invasion, her muscles locking. She cried out, not from pain alone but from the sheer wrongness of it, the violation, the way it felt like being split open.

"Breathe," Malachite said, and she hated him for being gentle. "Breathe through it."

She did. The pain ebbed. The stretch remained, but her body was learning, adapting, and the same wet heat that had made her cunt so ready was spreading here too, softening her, opening her.

He began to move.

"Good girl," he murmured, and the praise was like a brand on her skin.

It went on for hours.

They took turns in every configuration. Vex in her mouth while Obsidian fucked her from behind and Malachite watched, directing the action like a conductor. Malachite's cock — thinner but longer, reaching places the others couldn't — sliding into her pussy while Vex knelt over her face, pressing his cum-slick shaft against her lips until she opened. Obsidian laying her on her back, lifting her legs over his shoulders, driving into her with deep punishing strokes that made her eyes roll back.

She lost count of the orgasms. They blurred together into a single continuous wave of pleasure that she floated on, barely conscious, barely aware of anything except the cocks filling her, the hands gripping her, the voices telling her what a good whore she was, how pretty she looked being used, how she was born for this.

Eventually, she started to beg.

"Please," she heard herself say, her voice hoarse from screaming. "Please, I need — I need another — I need to come again —"

"Say it," Vex said, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a red print. "Say what you are."

"I'm — I'm a whore — I'm your whore, please, please fuck me —"

That was when they took her together. Obsidian behind her, his massive cock stretching her entrance. Malachite in front, sliding into her mouth. Vex crouched beside her head, his cock pressed against her cheek, waiting his turn. She was nothing but holes, nothing but heat and need and the desperate hunger that the spell had planted in her bones.

When Malachite finally came inside her mouth — thick and hot, flooding her throat — she swallowed greedily. When Obsidian pulled out and sprayed his release across her back, she moaned at the warmth. When Vex knelt between her legs and licked the cum from her cunt, she grabbed his head and held him there, grinding against his face.

She woke the next morning on the black silk. The spell had faded — her Sailor Crystal was flickering at the edges of her awareness, weak but present. She could have killed them. They were sleeping, naked, vulnerable.

Instead she lay there, feeling the soreness between her thighs, the ache in her ass, the tenderness of her lips. And she felt the hunger stirring again.

"You're still here," Malachite said from behind her. She hadn't heard him wake.

"Yes," she said.

"Stay."

It wasn't a question.

She stayed.

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Week One

The next days passed in a haze of pleasure and shame.

Yuna woke each morning in the underground lair the three men had built beneath the corrupted shrine — a sprawling complex of chambers carved from the living rock, lit by dark crystals that gave off a warm amber glow. The air smelled of incense and sex. The walls were hung with tapestries that depicted scenes she would once have called depraved.

Now she looked at them and felt her thighs press together.

They didn't keep her chained. At first, she thought it was a test. She was Sailor Mars — even weakened, even drained, she could have called for help. Could have telepathically signaled the other Guardians. Could have burned this place to ash.

But the spell Malachite had cast was still inside her. It had faded from its peak, but it hadn't left. It lived in her blood now, coiled in her belly, whispering to her in the quiet moments. You need them. You need what they do to you.

She did.

The first week, she tried to resist. She dressed in the clothes they gave her — thin silk robes that left nothing to the imagination. She ate at their table, answered their questions, but kept her distance. She told herself she was planning an escape. Biding her time.

Then Obsidian found her alone in the library, reading one of Malachite's grimoires. He didn't speak. He just lifted her out of the chair, bent her over the desk, and pushed her robes up to her waist.

She was wet before he touched her.

"Please," she said, and hated herself for it. "Please, I —"

He pushed inside. She came in three strokes.

After that, she stopped pretending.

The ritual became embedded in the hours of the lair. Morning meant Vex's mouth on her, waking her with his tongue between her thighs, making her come before she was fully conscious. Midday meant Obsidian, patient and powerful, taking her in whatever position struck his mood — against walls, across tables, in the steaming bath that fed from a natural hot spring. Evening meant Malachite's slow deliberate sessions, teaching her body new pleasures, new obediences.

He taught her to kneel.

"Present yourself," he said one night in his study, and she dropped to her knees without thought, her thighs parted, her hands behind her back. The position felt right. It felt like what she was made for.

"Good girl," he said, and the words made her clench.

Week Two

The collar came on the fourteenth day.

It was red leather, studded with small black onyx stones that caught the amber light. Malachite fastened it around her throat while she knelt, and when the clasp clicked shut, she felt something shift inside her. A door closing. A key turning.

"Now you're ours," he said, lifting her chin. "Forever."

"Yes," she whispered. And she meant it.

She wore nothing else. The lair was warm, and the men liked her naked, liked watching her move, liked having her available at any moment. She walked through the corridors with her red hair falling past her shoulders, her breasts swaying, her hips rolling, the collar catching the light. She had become a piece of art — living, breathing, made for use.

Vex taught her to enjoy degradation.

"Lick my boots," he said one afternoon, and she dropped to all fours without hesitation, her tongue dragging across the leather. He laughed, grabbed her hair, and made her do it again. "Look at you. The great Sailor Mars. Cleaning my boots like a dog."

"Yes," she said, and licked again.

She meant it. The humiliation had become a drug — each degradation a fresh wave of heat that left her shaking, needy, desperate for the reward that always followed. Vex would pull her up, push her against the nearest surface, and fuck her until she screamed. And she always screamed.

She learned to recognize their needs before they voiced them.

Obsidian's heavy silence after a long day — she would find him in his chamber, kneel between his feet, and take his cock into her mouth without a word. Vex's restless energy — she would let him tie her to the bed, blindfold her, and spend an hour teasing her to the edge and pulling back. Malachite's quiet observation — she would crawl to him, press her face against his thigh, and wait for his hand in her hair.

Week Three

The orgies became part of the rhythm.

Some nights she took all three at once, her body moving between them like a machine built for pleasure. Obsidian beneath her, fucking up into her while she rode him. Vex behind her, his cock sliding into her ass. Malachite in front of her, his cock in her mouth, his hands cupping her face with surprising tenderness.

She came until she couldn't speak. Until her voice was gone and all she could do was moan and grip and take.

"She's perfect," Vex said one night, sprawled beside her on the massive bed, both of them coated in sweat and cum. "I hated her so much. And now I can't imagine not having her."

"She's where she belongs," Malachite said.

Yuna, between them, felt the words sink into her like roots.

She stopped thinking about the other Guardians. About her duty, her titles, her reputation. Those things belonged to another woman — a woman who had never known what it felt like to be filled completely, to be wanted so thoroughly, to be owned so absolutely.

She was Yuna, Sailor Mars. And she was also Yuna, the whore of three Dark Kingdom agents, collared and claimed, her pussy always wet and her mouth always open.

Week Four

By the fourth week, she had forgotten the shape of her old life.

She knelt at Malachite's feet during his planning sessions, her head resting on his knee, her fingers idly tracing patterns on her own thigh. She served Obsidian his meals, naked and kneeling, then climbed into his lap and let him fuck her on the dining table while his food grew cold. She let Vex paint her body with honey and lick it off, hour by endless hour, until she was trembling from sensitivity.

She had never been happier.

"Sailor Mars," Malachite said one evening, calling her into his study. "I have a task for you."

She entered, her red hair loose around her bare shoulders, her collar gleaming. "Anything."

He held up a small leather-bound book. "There's a rival cell operating in the eastern marshlands. I need intelligence. Their numbers, their defenses."

She took the book without looking at it. "You want me to spy for you."

"I want you to prove your loyalty." He leaned back in his chair. "Return to the others. Pretend you escaped. Gather information. Bring it back to me."

The thought of returning to her old life felt like a physical blow. The shrine. The missions. The solitude. The cold empty bed.

"No," she said softly.

"No?"

"I won't leave." She dropped to her knees and crawled to him, pressing her face against his thigh. "Don't make me leave. I'll do anything else. I'll kill anyone you want. I'll — I'll give you everything. Just don't send me away."

He was quiet for a long moment. Then his hand came down, cupping her head.

"You really mean that."

"I belong to you," she said, the words coming from somewhere deep and true. "All of me. Every hole. Every thought. Every breath. I'm yours."

He pulled her up, turned her around, bent her over his desk. She heard the rustle of his robes, felt the cool air on her wet cunt, and then his cock sliding into her, filling her, making her whole.

"Then prove it," he said against her ear. "Show me how much you belong."

She showed him. All night she showed him. And when morning came, she was still kneeling at his feet, her throat raw from screaming, her thighs slick with his cum, her collar the only thing she wore.

She didn't need to prove anything. She had already become what they made her.

Sailor Mars, broken and rebuilt, owned and wanting, forever hungry for the men who had claimed her.

And they were hungry too.

She ended every night on her back, or her knees, or her stomach, filled to overflowing, her mind blank and peaceful, her last thought always the same:

This is where I was always meant to be.

She slept between them in the great bed, Obsidian snoring on one side, Vex curled against the other, Malachite watching her with those dark knowing eyes. She was their treasure, their trophy, their toy.

You have reached your destination.

Gripping his phone, Y/N forced himself to take a deep breath.

It's ok. I'm sure this fucking shitty ass cafe is right around the corner, and not that my GPS is taking me to the wrong location for the 5th time today.

Unluckily for him, it appeared that his streak of bad luck was not ending anytime soon, as when Y/N looked up, all he saw was a Korean Barbecue. Resisting the urge to throw his phone onto the pavement, Y/N instead decided to give up on the coffee and head back to his hotel room.

It's fine. I didn't really want a nice steaming cup of specialty coffee right now anyway. I'm sure the hotel coffee has stepped it up from the usual lukewarm piece of shi—

"E-excuse me. Are you lost?"

In his despair, Y/N had failed to notice that he was standing in the middle of the sidewalk, blocking the pedestrians. Backing himself up to the wall, Y/N turned towards the voice. Despite the mask covering the lower portion of her face (half the damn city wore one) she exuded an aura of confidence and stared up at Y/N with a pair of beautiful almond-shaped eyes. He had heard the term before, but the way her eyes seemed to judge him with every passing second sent a shiver down his spine that had nothing to do with the chilly morning air.

Clearing his throat, Y/N replied in his passable Korean instead of the halting English he had heard. "Oh, I'm sorry about that. I hope I didn't stop you for too long."

"Oh, you speak Korean! You just seemed lost, so I was wondering if you needed help finding something."

With the need for coffee winning out over his dead social battery, Y/N pulled up his phone to show it to the women.

"Do you know where I can find this cafe. I've been up and down this block at least 10 times, and I can't seem to find it."

Taking a glance at the shop's name, she pulled back with a quizzical look on her face.

"That's a pretty exclusive shop, you know. I'm surprised you know of it."

"Oh, I didn't know that. I'm in Korea for a few days, and one of my colleagues recommended it. They were telling me it has some of the best coffee in Seoul. Do you know where it is?"

"Yeah, sure. It's actually right around the corner."

Seeing the woman turn heel and walk up the street, expecting him to follow, he did just that. Pushing himself off the wall, Y/N followed the woman until he was beside her.

"Thank you for this. I was just about to give up on finding this place."

"Don't worry about it, I know how hard it can be wandering around a new city," she finished as they rounded the corner, and with her help, finally found the sign pointing out the cafe.

"Thank you so much, and before you leave, let me buy you something for your help."

"No, no, don't worry about it. I'm happy to help," she said, shaking her head.

Watching her bob fall back into place, it finally struck Y/N how easily she had found this so-called exclusive shop.

Now THAT was interesting. "No, really, I insist. I've been looking for god knows how long, and I don't know if I would've ever found it. So please, let me buy you a coffee, Ms. " Y/N left the statement open as he hadn't gotten her name in the first place.

Y/N looked down at her, and after a moment of deliberation, she replied.

"Chaewon. My name is Chaewon, and thank you for the offer."

Now looking at him as if expecting a reaction, Y/N was pleased to see her surprise when he had nothing to say to that. He was sure that, with the way she mentioned her name, she expected to be recognized, but truth to be told, he had no idea who she was, aside from the very pretty woman who had helped him.

"Ok, perfect! My name is Y/N, and I hope you can tell me what's actually good here."

Pulling the heavy door open, Y/N ushered Chaewon inside, following close behind her.

The inside of the cafe was clearly decorated with privacy in mind, as the tables were spaced out to provide comfort, and with soft ambient music playing through the speakers, Y/N made a mental reminder to thank his coworker for the tip.

Following Chaewon to the host desk, Y/N planned to ask for a table but was quickly cut short.

"Good morning, Ms. Kim. It's good to see you again. Please follow me to your table."

With an expression of awe, Y/N stared at Chaewon, who acknowledged the host with a simple nod and began making her way to one of the corner tables. Y/N knew she could feel the question in his gaze with the way the corner of her mouth quirked upwards, but she said nothing as the host took their coats and they sat down at the table.

Staring at her with wide-eyed fascination, Y/N really took her in as Chaewon pretended to be busy looking at the menu, and what a vision she was.

With her mask off, he could really take in her face. She wore makeup, just enough to accentuate her angular jaw, but minimal enough to show how smooth her skin was and how pinchable her cheeks were. Her eyes were still what drew him in, however. The way they darted around the menu and up at him showed that she was still tense, even though she was clearly in a familiar environment. Given the situation, it felt like she was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"So, Chaewon," he watched her take a deep breath in waiting, "what's good here?"

Watching her shoulders drop, and the smile that made its way across her face was enough for now.

"The coffee is amazing, but you can try any of their drinks. The apple turnover is also really good, but oh oh the strawberry chia pudding is delicious too."

Y/N watched her launch into a tour/review of the menu and felt as though he could sit here all day listening to her melodic voice.

"Hey, are you even listening to me?" Chaewon pouted, which only enhanced his desire to cup her cheeks.

"Of course I'm listening. I'll take the apple fritter and a medium coffee."

The waiter took their orders and the menus, leaving Y/N to stare at Chaewon.

"You said you're here for work, right? Where are you from?"

"I'm from New York, actually. I'm in Korea for the next 2 weeks for some contract stuff."

"I was in New York just a few months ago! Didn't get to do a lot of sightseeing, though."

"Hm?"

"I was busy with work too," Chaewon replied, making it clear her work was not a topic of conversation.

"Well, that's a shame. There are so many places to visit. Maybe next time I can show you around?" he offered, sipping his coffee, which, as she had said, was amazing.

"Maybe, but I usually don't have a lot of free time. How about you? Are you going to be doing any sightseeing?

"Honestly? I don't know. I'm here to oversee a contract renewal and a photo shoot for an ad campaign, but who knows how long that's going to take."

Digging into his apple fritter that the waiter had just brought over, Y/N watched her enjoy her slice of strawberry cake. The way her eyes closed at the simple dessert, and the smile that spread out over her flawless face, was better than any treat he could have gotten.

What he really wanted now was her number, and he knew that his excuse of asking her to show her around was perfect. He could bring it up casually, and knew it would work on almost any other woman, but somehow he knew it wouldn't work here. The way she danced around the subject of her work made it clear that she was keeping the conversation surface-level. Deciding to take his win of breakfast with a stunning woman, instead of pushing his luck, Y/N glanced at his watch and finished the last bits of his coffee.

"Thank you for helping me find this place, Chaewon. Please stay and enjoy. I'll make sure the bill is taken care of, but I have to head out. I want to make sure I get to the set before the idol."

"You're working with an idol? What's the shoot for?"

"Yeah. Apparently, it's a K-pop idol who has done a couple of shoots with us before, but this time we're trying to make it more official with the sets we use. The higher-ups at Swarovski wanted to show their sincerity."

Shrugging his coat on, Y/N glanced to see Chaewon stuck mid-sip. The way her lips were parted around the rim of the cup had his mind running in a wildly inappropriate direction, but the way her eyes were popping out of her head was quite the sight, too. Imagining the same look on her face as she was on her knees in between his legs, with his cock —

Pulling himself back from the brink of his imagination running wild, Y/N put his attention back onto Chaewon.

"Uh. You ok, Chaewon?"

Putting her cup down, she looked him dead in the eyes. "You work with Swarovski?"

"Yeah, that's what I said, right? But really, I have to get going. I don't want to be late. It was great meeting you, Chaewon."

"Yeah, good to meet you too. See you later, Y/N."

Later? Y/N thought to himself. Attributing it to a slip of the tongue, Y/N put his focus on getting back to the hotel without getting lost again.

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Wanting to get the set before the talent, Y/N made sure he was there at 2 PM even though it wasn't set to start until 3.

Helping the staff set up, Y/N caught snippets of conversation about the idol, as clearly she was a big deal.

"I heard she's even prettier in person." "I wish I knew how she kept her skin so clear."

"Dude, have you seen her shake her ass during performances. Jesus"

"I wonder if her tits are real."

Smirking at the last few, Y/N busied himself making sure the diamond set was laid out. It was a diamond-studded necklace with a blue teardrop diamond and two matching earrings. It was a delicate thing, clearly meant for an elegant neck with the way it would settle around the idol's. It was an expensive set, but Y/N was informed to gift it to the idol after the shoot to show their sincerity, and who was Y/N to reject that?

Hearing the studio go silent around him, Y/N realized that the talent had arrived. Brushing himself off, Y/N turned around with his work smile to greet them.

"Hi, my name is Y/N. It's great to —"

He never got the rest of the greeting out. Standing opposite him was one of the most stunning women he had ever seen. Beautiful was too plain a word to describe her, as there seemed to be a halo around her, blinding him. Her smile lit up the area around her, and Y/N was truly dumbstruck for a moment. Focusing on her past the halo, Y/N watched her lips twitch up in a small smile.

Then it hit him.

He was looking at the girl from this morning. He was looking at Kim Chaewon.

"Nice to see you again, Y/N."

Her manager looked at her quizzically before extending a handshake to Y/N. "Hi, I'm Chaewon's manager. It's good to meet you."

Shaking himself out of his stupor, Y/N returned the handshake.

"Yeah, it's good to meet you as well."

Turning back to Chaewon, Y/N saw that the smirk remained plastered on her face. Dawning on him was the realization that Chaewon had recognized him earlier when he mentioned Swarovski.

The manager led Chaewon past Y/N to the makeup vanity, where the crew was waiting to put on the final touches, not that she needed many.

As she walked past him, Y/N leaned down, "You know, you could have given me a heads up this morning."

"Yeah, but where's the fun in that?"

As Chaewon made her way to the vanity, Y/N remembered the comments from earlier, and his eyes made their way down to her hips. She was wearing a skin-tight black dress that hugged her in all the right ways, and her ass was definitely what stole his attention. It was by no means the biggest, but it was the perfect shape and fit her frame perfectly.

Chaewon threw a glance over her shoulder and caught him watching. Making eye contact with him, she gave him a wink and turned her attention forward. Y/N was sure she would say something to her manager, but instead, she added an extra swing in her hips.

Swallowing his saliva, Y/N tore his attention from her ass and made his way to pick up the jewelry set.

With slightly trembling hands, Y/N took the box over to the vanity where the makeup artists were. He noticed they were adding extra powder to really highlight her eyes, which he swore twinkled with mischief when they landed on him.

Clearing his throat, Y/N opened up the box and began his rehearsed speech.

"We at Swarovski want to show our sincerity to the collaboration and our continued interest in having Ms. Kim be the centerpiece of our ad campaigns going forward. To express our sincerity, we want to give this set as a gift to Chaewon after this shoot."

Y/N watched her pretty eyes make their way down to the set he was holding and heard the sharp intake of air.

Y/N never had an eye for fashion, but even he could tell how pretty the set would look sitting on her pale skin. He could imagine the way the pendant would sit in the hollow of her pretty neck, which would look even prettier with his hands wrapped —

"It's beautiful," Chaewon whispered, staring at him.

The manager, not sensing anything, agreed with her, "We thank you for your generosity. I'm sure Chaewon will wear it often."

Y/N set the velvet box on the vanity, and finally breaking eye contact with Chaewon, stepped back to let the makeup artists finish their jobs.

Once she had the all clear, the only thing left to do was put on the necklace, as she had worked on the earrings herself. Y/N expected her to turn to her manager and ask for their help, so when she turned her eyes to him, Y/N knew he was fucked.

The way her eyes glimmered told him everything he needed to know. He knew that he should step before she was able to ask anything, knew that if she asked, he wouldn't be able to say no, and worst of all, knew that the moment he said yes, he would be setting himself up for disaster.

And yet, he watched her lips open and ask a simple question, "Can you help me put it on?"

Every professional bone in his body screamed at him to step back, to let LITERALLY anyone else do it. Instead, with a nod, Y/N stepped forward and picked up the necklace. Draping it around her delicate neck, he watched the teardrop settle in the hollow of her throat and the way it caught the fluorescent lighting. Hearing her draw in a shaky breath, Y/N clasped it around the back of her neck and looked down at her.

In that moment, it was as if the two of them were suspended in their own little bubble, and all Y/N wanted to do was kiss those pretty little lips.

He knew this wasn't the time, nor the place, nor would it ever fucking be, not with an idol like Chaewon. But that didn't stop him from inching downwards, watching her tongue dart to lick her lips.

"The photographers are ready for you, Chaewon," her manager interrupted.

That was all it took. The moment was shattered, and Y/N pulled himself away from her chair, avoiding her gaze. He had been in too deep, lost almost every ounce of training, but the bell had saved him in the end.

Avoiding Chaewon during the rest of the photo shoot was much easier than he expected. With her being on set for the next few hours, he had little to no interaction with her directly. Instead, what was nearly impossible to avoid were the pictures. During every break, the photographer came up to him to get an all-clear on the pictures. Y/N wanted to just give a yes and move on, but his dammed professionalism demanded he look.

And what incredible pictures they were. Y/N swore she should've been a model instead of an idol. The jewelry itself was secondary to how she made it look. A simple hand on her collarbone made the diamond pop even more against her skin. A simple shake of her head had her hair falling perfectly over the earrings, but there was one pose in particular that really took his breath away.

She was lying down on a couch, and the picture was taken from above her. One of her arms was raised above her head, and her hair fanned out below her. The jewelry was present, yes, but it was incomparable to the look she was giving the camera. Her eyes were half-lidded, and she was biting her lower lip. It felt like she was performing just for him, and that sent a shiver down his whole body, right to his cock.

"Send all the pictures to my email. I'll go through them and decide which ones are making the final cut before you edit them."

Earning himself an odd look and a mumbled, "Yes, sir." Y/N turned away and worked his way through the staff, thanking them for their hard work today.

Getting to the back of the studio, Y/N realized that Chaewon had somehow found a moment to herself. She sat in the makeup chair from earlier, her head lolled back, and was looking directly at him.

Fuck

Y/N knew he couldn't get away with not talking to her, not with the entire staff still around. Putting on his most professional smile, Y/N made his way over to her.

"Thank you for making the process so seamless today, Ms. Kim. I'll be sure to tell the board what a wonderful experience it was working with you."

Wetting her lips, Chaewon whispered, "If you think that was wonderful, I can't wait to hear what you're going to be saying about tonight," in a husky tone.

"Chaewon, I really must insist on keeping this relationship professional."

"Y/N, we both know there is absolutely nothing professional about asking for the pictures to be sent to your email. We both also know that you're going to use them to jack off later tonight. All I'm saying is, why bother with pictures when you have the real deal?"

As she was talking, Chaewon arched her back ever so slightly, pushing her tits up a few inches. His eyes latched onto how they seemed to be ready to spill out from her dress. They weren't the biggest he had ever seen, but the way they seemed to defy gravity had his mouth suddenly parched.

Pulling his gaze back up to her face, he noticed the smirk that seemed to be a permanent fixture on her lips when talking to him. Realizing he had been caught, Y/N knew there was no winning. The morning had set him up emotionally, and the photo shoot had his cock half erect the whole time.

Before he could doubt his decision, Y/N opened his mouth and asked with far more confidence than he felt, "Are you free tonight, Chaewon?"

Getting up from her chair, Chaewon leaned into pretending to fix his tie, "I'm free all night for you oppa. I'll see you at your hotel in an hour."

Having said all that was necessary, Chaewon patted his chest before brushing past him and leaving with her manager.

Standing there frozen, Y/N tried to comprehend what the hell just happened. His brain was so scrambled, it couldn't even form a sentence, much less make a proper thought. Still, what it did recognize was that he was going to have a world-famous idol in his hotel room within the hour, and he REALLY needed to get going.

Kicking himself into gear, Y/N rushed through the rest of the duties and called an Uber as his life depended on it.

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Y/N was burning a line in the carpet.

He had made it back to the hotel and spent the hour trying to make it look presentable. Then he spent the rest of the time fretting.

What if she's just winding me up? I bet she's having a good laugh with her friends about the poor sap she had fun teasing today. She didn't even ask for my hotel. How the fuck is she going to get here?

As he was about to give in to his despair, Y/N heard his door swing open. Y/N had left it unlocked to make getting in smoother for her. He had assumed she would dress down to avoid any attention and get in quickly. Instead, looking up, Y/N was surprised to find her in the same dress from earlier. Y/N caught the small smile on her lips before she turned around to close the door.

Her dress looked like it had been deliberately pulled up to show a sliver of her world-famous ass.

He had spent his time waiting productively as well and had made sure to look up some of her performances. He then also had to admit that she did love to shake her ass any chance she got.

His cock was hard from the anticipation, and her ass hanging out set him into motion.

Before she could turn back around, Y/N crossed the distance in a few quick steps and had her pinned between him and the door.

Cupping her pretty face, Y/N tilted her head back before leaning down to kiss her. Feeling her tongue make its way past her lips, Y/N's other hand went to her hip, pulling her ass against his cock.

Ah

Feeling his cock against her, Chaewon let out a small, involuntary moan, and that was all the opening that he needed.

Overpowering her now limp tongue, Y/N attacked her lips her a fervor that was only matched by how hard he was grinding against her.

Pulling back for air, Chaewon looked at him with those damn half-lidded eyes.

"It's good to see you, too, Mr. Y/N," she said, making sure to emphasize the Mr.

Ignoring the jab, Y/N bypassed her open lips and went to her slender neck. The same one that had been full of diamonds earlier, and the same one that he was going to mark.

Settling for soft kisses for now, Y/N let go of her chin and made his way up the front of her dress until his hand settled against her clothed tits.

Cupping them through the dress, Y/N instantly felt the lack of a bra. Using it to his advantage, Y/N's hand went for her nipple. Finding the peak easily, Y/N pinched it before rolling it between his thumb and index finger.

With her neck and tits now under attack, Chaewon let out a breathy moan, now grinding against his cock on her own.

Satisfied with the moans he was getting out of her, Y/N pulled back completely.

Feeling the lack of body pressed against her, Chaewon let out a low whimper, leaning on the door.

"Y/N, wh-why'd you stop?"

Spinning her around, Y/N picked Chaewon up by her tiny waist. With a yelp, she instinctively wrapped her legs around Y/N.

With her pressed against him, Y/N could feel how wet she was for him.

Smirking, Y/N leaned over to her, giving her earlobe a gentle bite, "Don't worry, Chaewon. I'm free all night for you."

Carrying her lightweight form across the room, Y/N made sure to mark up her neck. He wanted to make sure she remembered him, and there was no better way than lavishing her pretty neck.

Running her hands through his hair, Chaewon leaned her neck back, giving him more access.

"Ohh. Just like that."

Reaching the foot of the bed, Y/N pulled himself off her neck to assess the damage. Happy with the red that was already blooming, Y/N lowered her onto the bed.

She was not there for long as she slid her way down off the bed, lowering herself between his legs.

Nuzzling up to his clothed cock, Chaewon rubbed her face all over his jeans. Feeling the heat radiate off his cock, she let out a guttural moan.

"Holy shit, Y/N, were you really hiding that all day?" she exclaimed, feeling it press against her face.

Threading his hand through her silky hair, "Why don't you find out for yourself?" he encouraged.

Pulling his pants and boxers down in one swift motion, Chaewon looked up at his cock cross-eyed.

Using one hand to hold her head steady and the other to guide his cock to her pretty little mouth that was hanging open, Y/N felt her cushy lips against his swollen head. Chaewon's tongue went right to swirling around the head of his cock like it was always meant to be there.

"Just like that, baby. You're doing such a good job."

Now that earned him a whimper, interesting.

"Does my girl like being praised? Being told what a good job she's doing at sucking my cock?"

Nodding fervently, Chaewon put her hands around his thighs, pulling herself further onto his cock. The praise seemed to have flipped a switch, and she swallowed his cock like it was the most delicious treat in the world.

Gluck Gluck Gluck

"Ohhh yes, Chaewon. You should quit being an idol and just become my personal cocksucker instead."

Pulling herself off his cock, Chaewon broke the strand of spit connecting them and looked up at him while giving him a few lazy strokes.

"Why can't I be both? You can have a world-famous idol as your personal cock sleeve."

The thought of her being at his beck and call erased any thought of taking it slow from Y/N's mind. Putting both hands on her head, Y/N slammed her back onto his cock, now hell bent on abusing her throat.

Watching the spit flow from the corners of her throat and onto her dress that probably cost more than he made in a month, had him sold on the fantasy. Keeping up the rough pace, Y/N made sure that every stroke hit the back of her throat so he could feel it constricting around him.

Chaewon, at the same time, was not idle. Bringing her now free hands, she made sure his balls were lavished as well. Using the spit overflowing onto her dress, she scooped it up and made sure his balls were getting the same treatment as his cock.

The dual stimulation was too much for Y/N. Feeling his balls contract, he slammed himself into her throat one last time before sending rope after rope directly into her stomach.

"Ahhh. Good job, Chaewon. That was definitely the best orgasm I've had all year."

Pulling off his cock, Chaewon gave him a few final licks to make sure she got every last drop before looking up at him.

"That was the best orgasm of the year, so far. I think your next one is going to be even better."

The way she climbed back onto the bed, before hiking her already short dress to her waist, had Y/N ready to go for round 2 before the first one could even settle.

Her ass wasn't huge by any means, but it sure as hell was perky and round. The way the tiny black thong disappeared between her cheeks and the saucy look over her shoulder had Y/N above her in seconds.

Running his hands over her smooth cheeks, Y/N leaned down to whisper in her ear, "You've been teasing me all day with this ass, I'm going to make sure you won't be able to sit comfortably tomorrow."

Biting her ear hard, Y/N slid her thong to the side and entered her in one smooth stroke.

"Mhhhh"

"Ahhh"

Both Y/N and Chaewon let out moans as he settled into the velvety heat that was her pussy.

Y/N, still with his head thrown back, started with small thrusts, barely pulling back before going all the way. Hearing her muffled moans, Y/N looked down at her lithe body to see that Chaewon had collapsed onto the mattress and her head was pushing into a pillow.

Adjusting his strokes to pull back a little more every time, Y/N pushes her head even deeper into the mattress, making Chaewon arch her back.

Pulling out until just the tip of his cock kissed her folds, Y/N brought his free hand down hard on her right cheek.

Smack

"Nghh"

"You've been teasing me with this ass all day, Chaewon. I think a little bit of punishment is in order, too."

Slamming his cock back into, Y/N sped up his thrusts, watching her body move on the mattress. Wanting to stick to his promise, Y/N brought his hand down on her ass cheeks repeatedly until they were both a bright red.

Smack Smack Smack

"Ple-Please Y/N. No more. My ass can't take anymore."

"Hpmh."

Grabbing her tiny waist in a bruising grip, Y/N then put his focus into making her ass bounce with his thrusts. Putting his weight on her, Y/N set a fast pace.

"W-wait. Slow down. I have practice tom—"

The rest of her sentence dissolved into an incomprehensible moan as Y/N hit a spot deep in her.

"Looks like your pussy is begging for me to hit you deep."

Knowing exactly where to target, Y/N put all his focus on making sure he hit it on every thrust. This had Chaewon's whole body trembling under him.

"Hgghfdh."

Anything she wanted to say was cut off, as her body finally gave in, and Y/N felt her pussy clamp down on him as Chaewon came right on his cock.

Slowing his pace, Y/N fucked her through her initial orgasm. Her walls, however, kept pulsating around him as Chaewon had several smaller orgasms.

"Ugghgh."

The way her pussy massaged his cock was too much. Y/N, putting his full weight behind one final thrust, let go as he painted her insides white.

Keeping his body on her, Y/N welcomed Chaewon back to the land of the living with another hickey on her shoulder.

"Welcome back, sweetheart."

"Shut up, Y/N. How am I supposed to practice tomorrow?"

"I think you should call in sick and let me show you more of what this dick can do."

Rolling out from under him, Chaewon stood up from the bed and made her way towards the bathroom.

As I walked past, his eyes glanced at my naked body and my perky, firm tits bouncing with every step. As I opened the fridge I bent over and knew he was getting a good look at my bare pussy and asshole.

I gulped down water from the jug in his fridge before putting it back and closing it.

"God, I needed that," I gasped and turned to look at him, but Minjoon wouldn't look at me. "Fill that up, will you? Oh, and order us a pizza. We should be done in like an hour or two."

"Y-yeah, okay." He stuttered.

I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before pushing my frizzy, black hair back behind my ears. My body had a thin layer of sweat as I left my boyfriend in the kitchen and returned upstairs.

"Ready for round 3?" I asked as I opened his dad's bedroom.

Kim Shik, Minjoon's dad was lying on the bed, his body was sweaty as well as he smiled at me.

"Definitely," He answered. "Did you see Minjoon?"

I jumped onto the bed and straddled his big, muscular body before reaching down to grab his big, thick cock and line it up with my cum filled pussy.

"Yeah, he's just chilling." I moaned as I started to slide down his cock. Fuck, I'll never forget how good his cock felt sliding into me.

"Good, you two can hang out after I'm done breeding you for the day." Kim Shik grunted as I took his entire cock in my young, tight pussy.

"Fuuuck, yes Daddy!!" I moaned back.

I rode Kim Shik like a bitch in heat, banging the walls and screaming out in pure pleasure. It was mostly real moans, but I did add in some volume to make sure Minjoon could hear us.

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You're probably wondering how a popular Idol that was loved by many ended up cuckolding her boyfriend with his own dad... Well, it was definitely an eye-opening experience for me.

The Beginning

Minjoon and I had been dating for a while, and when we both turned 18, we took each other's virginity.

He was a great boyfriend. He was kind, caring and very loving. He would open doors for me, pull out chairs and paid for most meals. Well, his dad paid for meals as he was Minjoon's supply of money.

Before this all began his dad, Kim Shik, was nothing but polite to me. I loved being around his house because I was treated like a queen by Minjoon and very respectfully by his dad.

Now, I was innocent... to everyone else but Minjoon. And even he just got a glimpse of how kinky I secretly was.

Before we had sex, I made myself cum nearly every day. Now, I wasn't a porn star, but I loved recording myself playing with my pussy. I just felt really sexy when I'd watch back on me fingering myself and cumming.

I had a thin frame with perky, soft tits that were bigger than someone with my frame should have. I had long black hair and a plump, firm bum from hours on end of training and dancing.

Minjoon was an innocent, nice guy. So I knew my kinky side shocked him, but that didn't stop me.

Whenever either of us were away, I would send him nudes of myself, knowing it would be driving him crazy. I also loved the idea of him wanking and cumming just from looking at me.

After a few months I knew he had a saved folder with hundreds of nude pictures of me. Knowing that he was looking at them turned me on so much!

Which is how this all began.

I didn't know it at the time, but one day Kim Shik broke his phone at work, and when he got home, he asked Minjoon to use his and text his boss that he wouldn't be reachable.

"Yeah, sure." Minjoon replied obediently and handed it to his dad without thinking.

Kim Shik took the phone up to his room to speak to his boss. It wasn't a problem as Kim Shik was planning on getting a new phone the next day, but he would have the same number as it was just a phone that he needed and not a SIM card.

But when Kim Shik ended the call, he accidentally clicked on the button that showed other apps that were running. Minjoon hadn't realised it, but he still had the folder with all my pictures open.

Curiosity got the better of Kim Shik, and he clicked onto it. His heart beat harder in his chest when he realised what it was. His son's innocent, hot girlfriend had sent many, many nudes!!

The first one Kim Shik clicked on was one of me on my knees with them spread apart. I was in front of a full-length mirror with my left hand squeezing one of my tits and my tongue sticking out. Not exactly how he expected to see his son's nice girlfriend.

Kim Shik's big, thick cock grew in his work trousers as he looked at me. He never expected to see the tzuyu lusty and sexy in the phone, completely different from the innocent Idol on the stage. Seeing me like that brought back his dormant dominant side, a side that had died along with his wife. Back when she was alive, Kim Shik and she had a vibrant sex life. She was submissive, and they were both kinky. At times, she was more of a sex toy than a wife, but they both loved it. I never thought I would take her place.

Kim Shik flicked through the next few photos.

There was me bent over with one hand spreading my ass cheeks so he could see my tight, smooth pussy and my puckering asshole.

Next was one of me laid back with my legs spread, giving the perfect view of my wet pussy.

There were some selfies of me lying down with my tits out and winking at the camera. Then some of just my legs spread and one with two fingers inside of me.

The more Kim Shik looked at, the more his caveman, dominant instincts came out. His cock was throbbing as he stared at me.

"Dad?" Minjoon shouted. "Are you nearly done with my phone?"

Kim Shik thought quickly, and he emailed the entire folder to himself and then deleted the email, so Minjoon would have no idea that it happened. He had to wait for his cock to go down before handing the phone back to Minjoon.

At that time Kim Shik just planned to use his son's girlfriend as wanking material. He didn't think anything would actually happen... but he was wrong.

Growing Temptations

Unknown to me at the time, Kim Shik had been cumming over my photos every night for nearly a month. He had thousands of photos to get through and hadn't even viewed them all yet.

In my own innocence, I didn't even notice the change in his attitude towards me at first.

Then he got more obvious.

One day I was sat on the sofa with Minjoon. It was a hot day, and I was wearing shorts and a tight vest when I noticed Kim Shik's eyes on my smooth, toned legs.

I was looking right at him, but he was too distracted by my legs. In my head I thought, take a picture, it'll last longer. Oh, but Kim Shik had plenty pictures with a lot worse.

"Babe, can you get me a drink please?" I asked Minjoon.

"Of course." He said and kissed my cheek before leaving me alone with his dad.

Kim Shik finally met my eyes, and he looked sheepish at first, as if I had just caught him wanking. But then I flashed him a smile, and he relaxed.

"So, Tzuyu," Kim Shik spoke, "Any plans for the comeback, I heard your team is coming back. "Not really," I answered. "I just want to relax in the sun and work on my tan."

Kim Shik's eyes lit up when I said that, although I didn't know why.

"You know we have a big, inflatable pool?" He asked. "You're always welcome to come here to catch the sun."

"Really?" I asked with delight. "That would be amazing!!"

I thought he was just being nice, not that he wanted me around in a bikini. Oh, to be so innocent again.

"Oh, definitely." Kim Shik said, and his eyes went back to my legs.

That's when I first felt it... my pussy tingled as this older, handsome men gazed at me.

I always knew that Kim Shik was attractive for his age. He was tall, muscular, and had this confidence about him. He was the complete opposite of Minjoon, and although I had never met his mum, I knew he took after her more than his dad.

"Here you go hun." Minjoon said when he returned.

I tensed up, as if I was doing something wrong by just talking to his dad.

"Thank you." I replied, and as he kissed my cheek, my eyes were on Kim Shik.

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These strange moments became more and more frequent. Kim Shik would give me these looks, and I would catch him staring at my body. I quickly stopped finding it uncomfortable and instead found it arousing.

I would even put myself in situations and positions to give him better views of me. In my mind I was just teasing an older man, and nothing would come of it.

Kim Shik was sat in the kitchen when I walked in, and I told him I was getting a plate, knowing it was in the bottom cupboard. I was wearing black leggings, but as I bent over to go into the cupboard, I knew that they became more see through, and he would be able to see my thong.

When I turned around, his eyes were still lingering on me, and my pussy throbbed.

He found me hot, and I knew it. Fuck, this was wild!

I started to get more and more flirtatious with Kim Shik. Whenever Minjoon was out of the room, I would sit closer to him. I would wear more revealing clothing.

One day, Kim Shik was sat on an armchair, and I moved to sit on the arm. I was wearing a short blue skirt that rode up my thighs when I sat down, and I rested a hand onto his firm shoulder.

"How come you've never dated anyone?" I asked.

His eyes were on my legs, and he made no effort to move them.

"Never found the right girl, I guess," He told me. "Not many girls want to date a man my age."

"Oh please," I said and nudged him. "Any girl would be lucky to be with a man as hot as you..."

When I said it, he looked up to me, and I got lost in his black eyes, and I felt... nervous.

"How are things with Minjoon?" He whispered. I found out later it was so his son wouldn't hear us.

"Good," I answered, and he looked disheartened, so I continued, "Except I wish he was more forceful. You know, acted like more of a man."

This lit up Kim Shik's eyes.

"That's true. Sometimes I think he's as submissive as his mother was," He told me and looked at my thighs again. "He definitely doesn't get that from me."

My pussy was on fire!!

"Is that so?" I asked.

I watched as his eyes slowly moved up my legs, lingering on my chest and then looking at my face.

"When it comes to women," He whispered as a hand gently landed on my thigh, "I am very, very dominant."

The fire behind his eyes was making me desperate. I was ready to pounce on him, even with Minjoon in the other room. If I knew that he had been wanking over my nudes for weeks then I would've, but at the time I thought he might have just been being a little inappropriate.

"Well, erm," I stuttered and tried to control myself, "Maybe you can give Minjoon some tips."

We both heard Minjoon walking back towards the room, and my instant reaction was to move, but Kim Shik tightened his grip on my thigh long enough to make me realise he was risking getting caught.

When he did let go and I stood up, I immediately missed his touch.

That was the first night I made myself cum at the thought of my boyfriend's dad.

After that Kim Shik's touches on my body happened more often. A little touch of my arm here, a small squeeze of my leg there. Nothing too much, but enough to make me fall more and more under his spell.

All of this was without Minjoon noticing anything, and if he did, he never said.

In the sunshine

Kim Shik had spent a day getting their inflatable pool up. It was huge!! Taking up nearly all of their garden, he also bought a few deck chairs to be placed around it.

I was around there the day after it was up.

"I'm going to have a BBQ tomorrow," Kim Shik said while Minjoon and I were on the sofa, "If you wanted to come?"

I looked at Minjoon, who smiled at me, and then I looked back at Kim Shik.

"I'd love to!" I answered.

After a little while I went into the kitchen to get a drink, I was alone for a minute when I felt a dominant presence with me. When I turned, I saw Kim Shik stood on the other side of the kitchen.

"It's supposed to be a very hot one tomorrow," He told me and slowly walked closer, "So, dress accordingly."

As he walked over, I found myself backing into the kitchen counter, and my ass pressed against it until he was stood inches from my body.

"I... I can do that." I whispered and felt my breathing turn heavy.

He kept staring down at me. His body towered over mine, and I felt... weak. This was the first time I thought he was actually going to do something. God, I wish he did.

As he leaned down, I thought he was about to kiss me, but his head went past mine and his lips moved close to my ear.

"I think a bikini would be the best thing for you to wear." He whispered.

I let out a loud gasp as he moved back and looked into my eyes. I bit my thick, bottom lip and nodded at him.

When he walked out my thong was drenched!! So, I grabbed Minjoon and dragged him upstairs. We didn't even close his door as I laid down and pulled him on top of me.

Minjoon pulled out his five inch cock and grabbed a condom. As I spread my legs around him, Minjoon gently pushed his dick inside of me.

"Oooh god," I moaned, "Faster."

Like always, Minjoon was making love to me rather than fucking me. It wasn't bad, but I wanted to be fucked... hard!!

I even wrapped my legs around him to try and urge him to go deeper and harder, but he didn't catch on.

"Wait, roll over. I'll go on top." I told him.

At least on top I could control the pace.

As I straddled my boyfriend and took hold of his condom covered cock, I lined it up with my drenched pussy and lifted my head.

My entire body froze when I saw Kim Shik stood at the gap in the door, staring at me with a straight face. I was close to shouting and stopping... when he nodded at me.

This was a lot more intense than thinking about Minjoon wanking over my photos. This was actually being watched while having sex... by my boyfriend's father.

My eyes stayed locked on Kim Shik, not thinking that all Minjoon had to do was look up to see him as I started to slide down my boyfriend's cock.

"Ooooh god!" I moaned as took Minjoon balls deep inside of me.

"Tzuyu..." Minjoon gasped.

"Shh!" I panted and shoved a hand over his mouth.

My eyes were locked on Kim Shik's as I grinded myself on his son's cock. My pussy was fucking drenched and leaking onto Minjoon's dick as I moved faster and faster.

"Oh fuck... fuck... fucking hell." I moaned.

Minjoon may not fuck me like a man, but at least he had a good sized cock that I could ride.

Kim Shik nodded and smiled at me, and knowing he was happy made me even more excited.

"Oh god! Fuck me!! Oooh, fuck yes!" I moaned.

He mouthed "show me your tits". I grabbed at my top and tried to yank it down, but it got stuck. I kept pulling it and pulling it, but whatever it was stuck on would not let me get my tits out! Fuck, I wanted him to see my tits!! Since I didn't know that he had already seen them, it suddenly became an obsession that I wanted Kim Shik to see me naked!

"It's okay." Kim Shik mouthed at me, and I stopped trying to flash him.

Instead, I planted both hands onto Minjoon's chest, and I started to bounce on his cock. My skin slapped against his as I rode him harder and harder.

"Oh god! Yes! Ooh fuck yes! Fuck me!" I moaned.

"Tzuyuuuu!!" Minjoon grunted, and I knew he was cumming, once again way before I was even close.

Kim Shik actually had to stifle a laugh when he realised it. I stared at Kim Shik, annoyed that my boyfriend disappointed me once again.

"Oh my god, that was amazing." Minjoon panted.

I looked down at him in anger, and then I looked up and saw that Kim Shik was gone.

"Did you cum?" Minjoon asked.

"Erm, yeah." I lied and climbed off of him.

--

I was getting ready to head over to Minjoon's house for a day of sunbathing. Since having Kim Shik watch me having sex with his son, I felt obsessed with him.

At first I put on a full face of make up, then I straightened my long black hair and finally I put on my skimpiest, pink bikini. The bottoms were more of a thong that disappeared between my ass cheeks.

When I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but think how hot I looked. Fuck it. I took a photo on my phone and pulled up Kim Shik's contact.

My heart was pounding as I sent it to him with the question

Tzuyu: Is this thong okay?

He replied back in an instant.

Kim Shik: Perfect. See you soon.

My legs turned to jelly. I couldn't believe what was happening. I was practically having an affair with my boyfriend's dad! At the time I thought that was bad enough, never mind where it led to.

I threw a frilly summer dress over my bikini and drove over to Minjoon's house. He met me at the door with a kiss and led me to the garden.

As I stepped outside, I had to hide my excitement when I saw Kim Shik. He was wearing blue swimming shorts and nothing else. It was the first time I saw him topless, and I was amazed at his body! I couldn't believe he was Minjoon's dad!

Kim Shik's body was extremely toned, with bulging muscles. He truly was a man! I never thought about it before, but maybe my dad running out on me and my mum when I was young gave me daddy issues? That didn't matter though because I was drenched just looking at him.

"Tzuyu!" Kim Shik called out when he saw me, "Hope you're ready for some sun and a lot of food!"

He strode over and pulled me in for a hug, and I almost melted! My perky tits squished against his firm chest, and I let this giant man grip me hard. God... I wish Minjoon would grab me like that.

"Yeah, thank you." I replied when he let me go.

When I turned around, Minjoon was down to his swimming shorts. He looked completely different to his dad. Minjoon was skinny, pale and hairless, which was something I never really cared about before his dad.

Kim Shik went over to the BBQ, and Minjoon walked up to me, and I took this as my cue to remove my dress. I threw it off, and when I looked up, Minjoon's eyes were wide open.

"Erm, Tzuyu," He whispered and leaned in close, "is that not a little revealing?"

I looked down at my flat stomach, my tits that were being pushed up by the bikini, and also the very little material that covered my pussy.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

Minjoon looked at his dad then back at me.

"It's just..." He stuttered, and I gave him a doe eyes, a confused look. "Nothing, it's fine."

I smiled, but God, Minjoon didn't have a dominant bone in his body. As I walked over to one of the sun loungers, I flicked my head back and saw Kim Shik watching me, specifically my shapely, firm bum. I felt a twitch between my legs before I laid down.

I put on my sunglasses so Minjoon couldn't see me watching his dad, who was constantly looking over at me.

When he was watching, I would stretch my arms into the air and arch my back, as if putting on a show for him. I would hear the occasional disapproving sigh from Minjoon and a few dirty looks, but he never said anything.

After half an hour of teasing Kim Shik with my body, he came over with a hotdog.

"Hungry?" He asked and held it out to me.

"Starving," I told him and took it. Our fingers met, and I felt electricity course through my body. "And I do love a sausage."

Kim Shik smirked as I took it.

He had covered it in mayonnaise, which was a surprise at first, until I took a bite and a dollop fell off and landed right in the middle of my chest. I looked down then back up at him.

"Woops." I said in an innocent, girly tone.

With Kim Shik watching, I used a finger to scoop up the white liquid, and it spread around my chest as I brought the finger to my mouth. I slowly wrapped my thick lips around it and sucked it clean.

"Tzuyu?" Minjoon whispered from the side.

With my lips still sucking on my finger, I turned to look at him.

"Sorry," I told him, "Didn't want to get all sticky."

"No harm done," Kim Shik said. "Right, son?"

"Erm, yeah." Minjoon awkwardly replied.

I scooped up the last of the mayonnaise and licked it from my finger before going back to the hot dog.

A little while passed after that, but I knew I needed to do something to get more of Kim Shik's attention.

Which is when an idea came to me. A sat up and reached back to untie the string that held up my bikini top. As it came undone the bra section sunk, but I caught it just in time before my nipples popped out.

Minjoon hadn't noticed, so I pulled the bikini top as far down as possible without my nipples being out, and then I laid back down.

It was five minutes past when Minjoon finally noticed.

"Tzuyu," He said, "You're... your top..."

I looked over to him, Kim Shik had walked over at this stage and was stood a few steps away.

"I just wanted to get as little tan lines as possible." I said to him calmly.

"But you're... you're..." Minjoon stuttered and couldn't find the words.

"Leave the girl be," Kim Shik told him. "She's not hurting anyone, is she?"

Minjoon was caught off guard by that.

"Yeah, Minjoon," I told him. "It's not like I'm flashing my tits."

"What?!" Minjoon choked when he heard me say that, but Kim Shik laughed.

"My nipples are still covered," I told him. "Don't be such a baby."

Before he could say anything, I laid back down, knowing full well that my nipples were a fraction of an inch from being exposed.

Kim Shik would stare at me, and Minjoon would inspect my top to make sure I was covered up. After a while I wanted to give Kim Shik a better show.

I sat up, holding onto my bikini top to stop from flashing and then turned around to get onto my knees. I made a show of bending over and sticking my arse into the air as I moved down onto my stomach. I knew that the thong was pressed tightly against my arsehole as I laid down.

"Tzuyu, what's gotten into you?" Minjoon whispered.

I thought, your dad's cock soon, hopefully.

"Nothing," I told him. "You're the one that seems to have a problem."

"You're just half naked with my dad here." Minjoon whispered.

It was the first time he had ever had any dominant tone to me.

"Aww, are you jealous that your dad is looking at me?" I asked and felt my heart beat even faster.

Minjoon went quiet, and when I looked at him, his face was bright red.

"Oh my god, you are," I laughed. "You're jealous that your dad is looking at my body."

I don't know why, but saying that to Minjoon made my pussy gush in my bikini.

"Shut up." Minjoon whispered weakly.

"He is hot," I said to him. "All those muscles and hair. There's nothing wrong with him looking at a hot sexy idol right”

"Tzuyu!" Minjoon panted out.

"Oh, come on," I told him. "You have that much of a problem with your dad checking me out?"

"I just... it's weird." Minjoon replied.

"Do you think he gets hard over me?" I asked, finding some sick thrill over saying this to my boyfriend.

"Oh my god!" Minjoon gasped.

"I bet he does," I said to him. "I bet looking at me makes his cock very, very hard."

"Stop it." He whispered, but then I noticed a flinch in his shorts.

He was actually getting hard over this!!! I couldn't believe it!

"I bet he'd fuck me properly." I sighed. A girl could dream.

Minjoon didn't reply to that, but he did have to rearrange his cock in his shorts. Yep, my boyfriend was hard!

I didn't push it any further than that on this day. I knew I was walking on a very thin line. As exciting as it was, I knew I would be back.

--

Well, it was three days later when I was back in their garden in another skimpy bikini. After an hour of teasing Kim Shik with my body and Minjoon not being brave enough to say anything, I sat up.

"I'm gonna go for a swim," I said, and I noticed Minjoon move as if to come with me. "Kim Shik, want to join me?"

"Definitely!" Kim Shik shouted.

I noticed Minjoon was about to speak and most likely join us.

"Babe, will you make me an ice coffee?" I asked, knowing it would take him a while, meaning more time alone with his dad in the pool.

"Erm, sure." He replied and walked inside.

I got in the pool first, and Kim Shik quickly joined. The bottom of my hair got wet, and I was swimming just a foot away from Kim Shik. With the water shining from his body, it made him look even hotter.

"You know what you're doing, don't you." Kim Shik whispered to me.

"Oh, and what is that?" I asked with a coy grin on my face.

He swam closer to me, and my foot accidentally grazed his firm thigh. There I was with a man old enough to be my dad, and all I could think about was his cock.

"You're acting like a slut because you want your boyfriend's dad to fuck you." He growled at me.

Fuuuckk!! I loved how he just came out and said it! No beating around the bush, no being too afraid to say what he was thinking. Just straight to the point.

"And you're the one eye fucking his son's half naked girlfriend." I replied and felt my pussy quiver.

Suddenly he lunged forward, and his big, strong arms wrapped around my thin body. I instinctively wrapped my toned legs around his waist and grabbed onto his shoulders to hold myself up. As I did, my crotch pressed against his, and I felt his hard as steel cock.

"Oooh!" I gasped. He felt fucking huge!!

As my body was latched onto his, I started to pant, and then he leaned so his mouth was next to my ear.

"I found Minjoon's folder with all of your nudes," He whispered to me. "I've been eye fucking your naked body for a long time."

My nails dug into his steel shoulder, and I moaned. He had seen me completely naked in many, many positions! I knew this beautiful, older man had been cumming over me! And I loved it!

"You... you've seen them?" I moaned as I grabbed onto him.

I didn't realise it, but I instinctively rubbed my pussy against his hard cock. Just two thin parts of material blocked them.

"I've seen everything," He whispered into my ear as he held me firmer against his body. "I didn't think my son's sweet girlfriend was such a slut."

"Oh fuck." I moaned in his ear.

I was dragging my pussy up and down his cock, practically humping him like a dog in this pool.

"He doesn't fuck you as good as you want, does he?" Kim Shik growled in my ear. "I could tell by the way you were riding him while looking at me, you need a real man to fuck you like a filthy whore."

My clit was throbbing as I was grinding it against his cock. I never thought I would be this girl, but I was so fucking horny!

"I bet your cunt would feel so tight wrapped around my cock." He whispered.

"Fuck!!" I moaned.

I kept grinding my clit against his cock, harder and harder, humping him in that pool without a care in the world as my orgasm started to grow.

Then he took a handful of my hair and pulled it back. Not enough to properly hurt, but enough to show me that he was in control.

"Are you seriously trying to cum right now?" He grunted at me and held me slightly apart from him.

"Y...." I groaned when suddenly...

"What's going on?" Minjoon's nervous voice broke as he spoke.

My eyes shot wide open as I looked past Kim Shik and at my boyfriend. Kim Shik had quickly let go of my hair, and I wondered if Minjoon had seen it. No matter what, this looked dodgy.

But Kim Shik ever so calmly turned his head.

"She can't reach the bottom, so I'm just holding her up." He told her as though nothing was wrong.

Minjoon looked incredibly uncomfortable, and I could still feel Kim Shik's cock twitching in his shorts against me.

"M-Tzuyu," Minjoon stuttered with the ice coffee in his hands, "Are you... okay?"

My legs were still wrapped around my boyfriend's dad with his hard cock pressed against me while I looked at my boyfriend.

"Yes," I told him, "Just needed some extra support."

"Is this not a little inappropriate?" Minjoon asked.

He was stood perfectly still, but I saw the bulge in his swimming shorts.

"He's just holding me up," I told him. "Don't make this weird."

"Yeah Minjoon," Kim Shik told him, "I'm just helping your girlfriend out."

Minjoon was blushing as he looked at us.

"You can put the ice coffee by my seat." I told him.

Just leave, I thought, let me carry on having my fun.

"Oh, okay." Minjoon replied.

I was half shocked by how weak Minjoon was acting. I had my legs and arms wrapped around a man, and he wasn't fighting for me. But when he turned and went to sit down on the sunbeds, I was grateful.

I kept looking at Minjoon, who was watching me, and from where he was sat he could only see our heads and nothing else, which is when I heard Kim Shik whisper.

"Grab my cock," He said to me. "Now."

I looked at him, bit my bottom lip and nodded.

My right hand left his firm shoulder and moved under the water. My fingertips pressed against his rock hard abs and sunk underneath his swimming shorts, where I found his hard, thick, perfect cock.

"Oh my god!" I whispered when I couldn't even wrap my fingers around his shaft.

Minjoon's was the only cock I had touched before, but it was nothing compared to his dad's! I couldn't believe it. I was gripping my boyfriend's dad's cock while my boyfriend watched, although he had no idea.

My fingers and palm explored his meat like it was a new toy, feeling him all over and getting him to twitch in my hand.

"Bigger than Minjoon?" Kim Shik whispered.

I looked into his dominant eyes and bit my lip again.

"So much bigger." I whispered.

"Stroke it." He ordered.

I loved having a man tell me what to do! Not asking for permission or worrying I would say no, but just claiming me and asserting his dominance.

My fingers wrapped around his cock once more and started to move up and down. He was throbbing in my hand, and he was as hard as steel.

"Good girl," Kim Shik whispered. "Such a slut, stroking my cock."

Even though I was engulfed in water, I was fucking boiling!! My pussy was spasming out of control, and my breathing got heavier and heavier as I stroked Kim Shik's big, hard cock.

"You know you're going to be my whore now, don't you?" Kim Shik whispered.

My hand was moving up and down, rubbing the length of him as I panted.

"Yes." I moaned back.

"You're going to let your boyfriend's dad fuck you," Kim Shik told me. "And I'll fuck you like the slut you are."

"Oh fuck." I moaned.

"What are you two doing?" Minjoon shouted over.

He walked over to the side of the pool, but Kim Shik had his back to Minjoon, so even though the water was clear and see through, he couldn't see that my hand was inside his dad's shorts. Although it must have been strange that my hand wasn't visible.

"I'm just getting to know your girlfriend better." Kim Shik told him and laughed.

"I might join you." Minjoon told us, and I saw him reach for the side of the pool.

"No!" I shouted instinctively, my fingers still gripping his dad's cock, "Erm, we need some towels for when we get out."

Kim Shik laughed at my terrible excuse.

"Yeah," Kim Shik joined in though, "Go upstairs and get three towels from the bathroom."

"I don't think we need them," Minjoon said with a concerned tone. "We can just dry in the sun."

"Minjoon!" I shouted. "Just do as your dad tells you!"

He was shocked by me shouting at him, although he didn't say anything and just walked into the house.

"You're such a bitch." Kim Shik told me.

"Oh yeah?" I asked, now alone as I looked into Kim Shik's eyes. "And what are you gonna do about it?"

He took a handful of my hair again and yanked it back, and I let out moan of pleasure and pain.

"Whatever the fuck I want." He growled.

He gripped my head and pulled it towards him, which is when his lips aggressively pressed against mine. I melted into the kiss! My fingers grasped harder on his cock and went back to stroking him as he kissed me.

My tits pressed against his chest, and Kim Shik shoved his tongue into my mouth.

"Mmmm ooohh!" I moaned as I made out with my boyfriend's dad.

I was cheating, but I couldn't care less! This is what I needed! I needed a man who would just take what he wanted.

His tongue explored my mouth as our tongues wrestled against each other. When I heard Kim Shik grunting into my mouth and his cock twitch in my hand, I let out my own moan.

Kim Shik let go of my hand and moved down to grab my ass cheeks. Feeling his fingers dig into my flesh made me let out another loud moan.

"Oh fuck... Kim Shik..." I moaned as he grabbed me, and I stroked him.

"Oh no," Kim Shik growled, "I'm your Daddy now."

"Fuuuckk!" I moaned. "Yes, Daddy!"

For a while we were both just panting and looking at each other as he felt my body and I worked his cock.

"Tzuyu!" Minjoon's voice shouted, and I looked past his dad and at my boyfriend.

"What?!" I shouted back without thinking.

He looked scared by me shouting at him, and how he didn't notice what was going on I had no idea.

"I... I got the towels." He told me.

I was ready to just let everything out, but then Kim Shik let go and pushed me away.

"Good," He said and left me in the middle of the pool, "Thanks son."

Kim Shik climbed out of the pool, and his body was like a superhero's, dripping in water and so fucking hot! He had no care about hiding the giant hard cock underneath his swim shorts. Minjoon glanced at it and went bright red but didn't say anything.

I climbed out after him and grabbed a towel from Minjoon.

"Thanks babe." I said and kissed his cheek before wrapping the towel around me.

"What were you two doing in there?" Minjoon whispered to me.

"Just hanging out." I replied.

"It looked like... I don't know." Minjoon whispered.

"Don't worry." I told him and walked off.

I laid back on the sunbed and drank the ice coffee that Minjoon made me while Kim Shik cleaned the BBQ. Another thirty minutes went by when I stood up and went to get myself a drink of water.

I was alone in the kitchen for a few seconds when a strong, firm hand grabbed my arse cheeks from behind. I knew it was Kim Shik.

He pressed his firm, half naked body against my back and pushed me against the kitchen counter.

"You better not think that I'm done with you." He growled into my ear from behind.

I looked forward out the window, and I could see Minjoon sat in the sun as his own dad pressed his hard cock against my ass.

"I pray to god that you're not done." I told him.

I felt so slutty and so free!

SPANK!

"Oooh!" I moaned as his palm crashed against my bare arse. God I never knew how much I loved getting spanked.

"Fucking whore," Kim Shik whispered. He grabbed me and spun me around, and then suddenly he grabbed my bikini top and yanked it off so my perky, soft tits bounced free. He was finally seeing them in person. "Even better than the pictures," he remarked.

His hands grabbed them firmly, and his fingers pulled on my nipples.

"Oooooh fuck!" I moaned. "I'm so glad you saw my pictures!"

Kim Shik slapped my tits, and I let out a yelp and a moan. Then he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me to the floor. I was on my knees, and when I looked up, Kim Shik was grabbing his swimming shorts. With a quick yank they were down by his ankles, and his big, majestic cock sprung free.

"Oh my fucking god!" I gasped! It was so much bigger than I expected.

"Let's see what slutty mouth feels like." He told me.

I actually gulped as I looked at his massive cock.

I sat up on my knees and gripped onto his cock with my right hand. I looked up at him one last time before licking my lips and staring at his cock again. My head moved forward, and I felt the warmth of his meat fill my mouth.

My lips closed and wrapped around his shaft, although I could barely fit him inside.

"Mmmm!" I moaned as I tasted a real man's cock filling my mouth!

It was godly! He throbbed in my mouth, and when I ran the base of my tongue along his head, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven!

What I didn't know was that it had been years since Kim Shik had received a blowjob, and feeling my young, hot mouth around his cock unlocked that animalistic side that he had hidden since his wife died.

I had barely started licking his head when he grabbed onto my hair. I looked up just as he pulled me down and forced his cock down my throat, deeper than Minjoon's was able to go, even if he tried to.

"Glllg!" I gagged on a cock for the first time in my life.

"That's it, slut," Kim Shik grunted. God, he had missed having a woman as a sex toy. "Take this fucking cock."

He shoved my head back and then down again.

"Gllg!" I gagged, "Gllg... gllg... gllg.. gllgg!"

Up and down he forced my mouth to take his cock over and over again! It was fucking amazing!!! This was what I had always wanted!!

He gripped onto my black hair, almost threatening to pull it out as he ruthlessly fucked my throat with his monster cock.

In a matter of seconds, spit started to drool down my chin and against my tits before dropping to the ground.

I was constantly gagging and moaning around his dick as he just took me.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Kim Shik moaned. He had forgotten how good a hot mouth felt. "Take it, you fucking whore!!"

My boyfriend was just outside, completely unaware that his own father was ruthlessly fucking his girlfriend's mouth like it was a flesh light.

Then, Kim Shik pulled my head down harder than ever. I felt his head hit my throat, and it tried to stop, but he kept pulling me.

"Swallow!" He grunted.

I just obeyed and swallowed, which allowed my throat to open, and another inch of his cock sunk down.

"GLLLLLLGGGGGG!!" I let out one long, loud gag as my throat gripped around his cock.

A constant stream of spit was pouring down my chin. My eyes were bulged and bloodshot as tears streamed down my cheeks.

Kim Shik held me down like that, air completely cut off as he filled my throat. I looked up at him with my tear filled eyes. I tried to breathe, but that would just make me gag around his cock and make my cheeks cave in.

"Keep holding it!" He growled.

My face started to turn red as I ran out of oxygen. I tried to instinctively pull back, but he tightened his grip and held me down.

Somehow, not even his entire cock was down my throat! There was still an inch or two left!!

"Gllllgggg!" I gagged and moaned as my lungs emptied.

I kept trying to pull back, but he wouldn't let up.

In my state of panic my hands slapped at his thighs, and finally Kim Shik let go of me. My head pulled back, and I felt every inch of his cock slide out of my throat. When his head pulled back a gallon of spit poured down my chin, and I gasped for air.

"Oh my god.... Ahhh." I panted.

My lungs were burning, and I was struggling to catch my breath. My face felt wet with tears and spit.

"Was that too rough?" Kim Shik asked me, and from his tone I could tell he was genuinely concerned.

After years of taming down his dominant sexual animal only to release it on a young girl, now Kim Shik was worried he took it too far.

I ran the back of my hand across my spit covered mouth and chin and looked up at him.

"Not at all... Daddy." I panted.

The smile on his face when I said that could've made me cum. I didn't wait for him to force his cock back into my mouth because I lunged for it.

"Mmmmm!" I moaned as I sloppily bobbed up and down like some porn star.

I slurped, spat, licked and sucked his cock like some cheap whore.

My right hand pulled my bikini bottoms to one side, and I sunk two fingers deep into my drenched pussy.

"Mmmmm!!" I moaned as I sucked his dick and fingered myself on the floor.

My mouth worked his cock like my life depended on it while I finger fucked myself for him. I loved fingering myself, but I was furiously plunging my fingers in and out on the kitchen floor.

"You fucking whore!" Kim Shik moaned. "Fuck!"

"Mmmmm!!" I kept moaning.

I pulled back to spit on his cock and then wrapped my lips around his meat again. I felt drenched in my own spit as it leaked down my chin and onto my tits in thick, white strands.

Kim Shik started to moan louder and louder, and his cock throbbed in my mouth. I was sure he was on the brink of cumming when he grabbed my head and pushed me back so hard I fell.

"Not yet," He grunted and pulled his shorts up, taking away my new favourite toy. "Get your ass back outside."

He went first, leaving me panting on the floor and covered in spit. I wanted to just finger myself to an orgasm right there, but I was going to follow every one of his orders.

I used the sink to wash my face and fingers before putting my bikini back into place and headed outside.

"Where have you been?" Minjoon asked me when I returned.

"Just the bathroom," I told him, and Kim Shik flashed me a wink. God, I wanted him. "You okay?"

"You and dad are acting weird." Minjoon grumbled.

"Don't worry about it." I told him and laid down.

I wish I could tell you that I felt guilty for the fact that I had just cheated on my boyfriend with his own dad. But I didn't. All I wanted was to have his dad fuck me.

Not long later, Kim Shik was lying down on a sunbed when he looked up.

"Tzuyu, will you put some sunscreen on me?" He shouted over.

"Dad!" Minjoon shouted. "That's not okay."

"Don't be so silly," I told Minjoon. "Of course I'll help."

Minjoon sighed as I walked over to his dad who laid on his stomach. I smirked to myself as I straddled his back, knowing full well that he could feel my hot, wet pussy against his back.

I poured the sunscreen onto Kim Shik's firm, hairy back and started to rub it in. Occasionally when I looked over, I could see how unhappy Minjoon was. I don't know why, but that turned me on more!

My small, soft hands ran all over Kim Shik's back, rubbing in the sunscreen and practically massaging this amazing man.

I pressed them into his shoulder blades, then his sides, feeling every inch of his back.

"Think you're ready for your front." I told him.

Kim Shik began to turn onto his back when Minjoon argued.

"No!" He shouted. "Dad, you can do that yourself."

"Minjoon, don't be such a baby." I told him, and he immediately backed down.

Now, I was straddled onto Kim Shik, and I could feel his hard cock pressed against my pussy with just our swimming costumes in the way. I was smiling at Kim Shik as I poured sunscreen onto his hairy chest.

My hand pressed onto him and began to spread it around. His muscles were so firm, I was heating up and completely forgot that my boyfriend was right there.

When my hands rubbed against his abs, my pussy twitched. Before I knew it, I was gently grinding myself against his hard cock.

Then, Kim Shik's hands landed on my smooth, firm thighs as I gently rocked back and forth.

"What is going on here?" Minjoon asked in a weak, pathetic tone.

"Be quiet." I panted.

I was rubbing his hairy chest. The sunscreen was well rubbed in now, but I wasn't stopping. I wanted Kim Shik, and he wanted me.

My pussy pressed down harder onto his throbbing cock as I stroked his entire length with it.

"Oh god." I panted.

"Tzuyu!" Minjoon gasped, but there was no hiding what was going on now.

"Minjoon!" Kim Shik shouted. "Shut up!"

Kim Shik gripped my thighs and started to push and pull me, stroking his cock with my body as I panted and my breathing got heavier.

"But... but..." Minjoon whispered.

He was sat there, watching his hot girlfriend grinding her pussy on his dad's hard cock, and he couldn't stop it.

He could just see my firm ass clench and relax as I pressed my clit harder against his dad.

"She's my girlfriend." Minjoon whispered weakly.

Kim Shik's firm grip pushed me further down his waist. Before I knew it, he grabbed his swimming shorts, pulled them down and his big, hard cock bounced free.

"Dad!" Minjoon shouted.

"Oh god!" I moaned. "I need it!"

My sunscreen covered hands grabbed his cock. Both of them wrapped around his meat and worked it up and down as he throbbed in my palms.

"Tzuyu... stop... please..." Minjoon pleaded.

I looked down at Kim Shik's glistening cock as both of my hands stroked him up and down.

"I'm sorry, Minjoon," I whispered but didn't stop looking at his dad's cock. "But I need a real man... and a real cock."

"What?" Minjoon whispered.

He was watching his girlfriend wanking his dad's cock, and he wasn't even stopping it.

"Show him what you were just doing in the kitchen." Kim Shik told me.

I knew it was humiliating Minjoon, but I didn't care. I was Kim Shik's to control.

With a flick of my head my black hair went backwards. Both of my hands held his cock upright, and I let a string of spit fall from my lips and land on his head.

"Tzuyu... don't." Minjoon whispered.

I didn't look or speak to him. I was sat up and bent my body over and wrapped my lips around Kim Shik's thick, hard cock.

"Ooohhh, good slut!" Kim Shik moaned.

"Mmmm!" I moaned as I did my best to suck his cock at this awkward angle.

My warm, wet tongue swirled around his thick head as my lips moved up and down his shaft. My hands kept stroking the parts that my mouth couldn't reach.

"That's it," Kim Shik grunted. "Show my son how a slut sucks a real cock."

"Mmmm!" I moaned again.

Minjoon was silent as he watched me taking his dad. For five minutes I serviced his cock until he grabbed me and pulled me up.

Once again, I was straddling Kim Shik with just my bikini blocking his cock to my pussy that pressed down on him.

Kim Shik grabbed my bikini top and yanked it free, so my big tits were free.

"Dad..." Minjoon whispered.

"I'm.... sorry..." I moaned as his dad was grabbing my body all over.

My tits pressed against Kim Shik's chest as I leaned down to kiss him. My tongue was inside Kim Shik's mouth, running against his own as he grabbed my back and then moved down to grab my arse cheeks.

"Mmm! Mmmm! Daddy!" I moaned into his mouth.

"Tzuyu..." Minjoon whispered again.

I was grinding up and down Kim Shik's bare cock as we made out, and he grabbed and spanked my arse.

I was moaning and panting into Kim Shik's mouth, but god, I was desperate for him.

"Right," Kim Shik said and spanked me again. "Let's go upstairs."

"What?" Minjoon asked.

Kim Shik threw me off him, and we both stood up. Minjoon stood up as if he was going to put his foot down until we all noticed the tent in his trousers! I couldn't stop myself from bursting into laughter.

"Jesus Christ, Minjoon," I laughed. "I don't think I've ever seen you that hard!"

Kim Shik laughed as well, and although Minjoon was bright red, he actually let out a weak moan.

Kim Shik's firm hand slapped and grabbed my arse cheek and pulled me close to his body.

"It's okay, son," Kim Shik said. "You can watch me fuck your girlfriend if you want."

"I'm sorry Minjoon," I told him genuinely. "But I need a real fucking. But yeah, feel free to watch. Maybe you can get some tips."

"He wishes." Kim Shik laughed.

My arms were around Kim Shik as we headed inside, neither of us caring to see if Minjoon was following. It was only when we got into Kim Shik's bedroom did we realise Minjoon was still with us as he closed the door.

"You can sit there," Kim Shik told him and pointed to an arm chair in the corner, and then he looked back at me. "Take off the last of your bikini."

"Yes, Daddy." I replied.

I pulled the string at the side of my bikini bottoms and let them drop to the floor, so both Kim Shik and I were naked. Kim Shik grabbed me, pulled my naked body against his and pushed his tongue into my mouth again.

I wondered what Minjoon was thinking as he watched his small, thin, hot girlfriend making out with his giant, muscular dad.

Kim Shik was grabbing my arse, pulling my cheeks apart, and I reached down to grip his cock and stroke him.

He threw me onto the bed, and I landed on my back. My legs instinctively spread open for him, giving Kim Shik his first look at my smooth, tight pussy.

As Kim Shik knelt onto the bed between my legs, he looked up at me.

"It's been a while since I've tasted a delicious pussy." He whispered.

When his tongue first made contact with my throbbing clit, my entire body tensed up and my chest heaved into the air.

"Fuuuck yes!" I moaned.

My fingers grabbed onto his head as his tongue flicked my clit over and over.

"Oh my god!! Minjoon! Minjoon!" I shouted. "It feels so fucking good!!"

Kim Shik was a master of going down on a woman. Every flick of his tongue was perfection! He would suck my smooth lips into his mouth and massage them before sliding the base of his tongue against my clit.

My moaning grew louder and louder until I was a desperate, slutty mess!

"Fuck me!" I shouted. "Oooh fuck, please fuck me!!"

Kim Shik looked up, and his lips were wet with my juices, and he smiled. He started to kiss and lick his way up my firm body. When his lips wrapped around my tits and his teeth bit down on my nipple, I grunted loudly.

His big, swinging cock tapped at my pussy.

"You're not wearing a condom." Minjoon whispered.

Kim Shik thrust his tongue into my mouth, and I wrapped my legs around him. Neither of us cared to answer Minjoon as we made out like two passionate lovers.

The head of Kim Shik's cock teased my desperate hole.

"Please..." I moaned, "Please... put it in me."

Kim Shik licked my neck, and then I felt his teeth bite down hard. I knew he was leaving a love bite to mark me as his slut, and I loved it!

"Just... don't cum inside her." Minjoon whispered. Once again, we ignored him.

As soon as I felt his head pushing past my wet folds, I could tell how much thicker he was than my boyfriend. It felt like I was losing my virginity again.

"Ooooohhh!" I gasped for air as my pussy stretched around Kim Shik's cock, and he delved inside of me.

He felt so unnaturally big that my pussy literally gripped around his shaft as inch after inch went deeper and deeper.

"Da... Daadddy." I moaned.

When I felt his body press against mine and I knew he was balls deep inside of me, I gasped for breath. I knew I could never go back to Minjoon's dick and feel any sort of satisfaction. Kim Shik had changed me and my pussy. This was what sex was supposed to feel like.

I gripped onto his back, and my nails dug into his skin as my legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

"FUUUCKKING HELL!!" I shouted. "YOU'RE SO FUCKING BIG!!"

Kim Shik's hips pulled back and thrusted deep into me again, forcing the air from my lungs as I gasped.

"Such a tight cunt," Kim Shik grunted. "Has Minjoon even been inside you before?"

"He... might as well... not have." I gasped through heavy breaths.

Minjoon was gasping and moaning in the corner, but I didn't care. All that mattered was Kim Shik's big cock.

Kim Shik was doing long, slow thrusts. I knew he was trying to build up my pussy to take him, but I needed him now!! My hands moved down his back, and my nails dug into his firm arse cheeks.

"FUCK ME!!" I shouted and actually slapped his arse. "Fuck me now!"

"You asked for it, fucking whore." Kim Shik grunted.

"Dad..." Minjoon gasped.

But then Kim Shik pulled out his entire cock and shoved it deep inside of me.

"Yeeess!" I grunted.

I grabbed onto Kim Shik for dear life as he started to pound into my body like a rabid animal! My nails clawed at his back. I knew it was hurting him, but that just made him fuck me harder.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me!" I shouted.

He shoved his tongue into my mouth and aggressively made out with me as he battered my cunt.

"Mmm! Mmmm! I moaned into our sloppy kiss.

I wanted to be a whore for Kim Shik, the best whore he could imagine! He had given me exactly what I wanted.

I grabbed his head and pushed him back slightly.

"Spit in my mouth." I moaned and heard Minjoon gasp. He had no idea what a depraved slut his girlfriend was.

"You filthy slut." Kim Shik laughed.

I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue just in time for Kim Shik to spit directly into it. I gulped down his spit.

"Mmm, thank you, Daddy." I moaned.

He was driving his thick, long cock in and out of my pussy. With every thrust I was being forced into the bed. I was moaning like a fucking whore and loving every second of it!

"Oooh! Oooh! Oooh fuck, Daddy yess!!" I screamed as my pussy gripped around his cock. I was about to cum from sex for the first time in my life. "FUUCKK DADDY, I'M CUMMING!!!"

I screamed at the top of my lungs so hard it hurt my throat as my cunt gushed around his big, thick, hard cock.

"Keep cumming, you whore!!" Kim Shik roared.

His fingers gripped around my throat and held me down onto the bed as he fucked me through the biggest orgasm of my life.

"YEEESS DADDY!!" I moaned through his choking.

My legs went limp and flopped to the sides as Kim Shik's throbbing cock battered my ruined pussy.

"Turn around, whore." He grunted.

As soon as his cock left my aching cunt, I missed it. Then he grabbed my hips and forced me onto my hands and knees. He purposefully had me facing Minjoon, so I could look him in the eye as his own father destroyed my tight hole.

Kim Shik slapped my ass so hard I knew it would leave a mark, and then he grabbed my hips and forced his entire cock, balls deep inside of me.

"Ooooh fuck!" I moaned as my insides got rearranged by Kim Shik. "He's so big!" I moaned and looked into Minjoon's eyes.

He looked a mixture of excitement and sadness seeing his sweet, innocent girlfriend turn into a desperate whore in front of him. But the tent in his shorts made me know that he was enjoying it.

My head hung down as Kim Shik hammered in and out of me. His body slapped against mine every time, and my firm ass bounced against him.

Then Kim Shik grabbed my hair and yanked my head up.

"Tell Minjoon how you like it?" Kim Shik growled at me and made me look at his son and my boyfriend.

"I looove it!" I moaned. "Oooh Minjoon, he's so much... so much bigger than you! So much better!"

Minjoon's small, smooth chest was heaving up and down as he watched his girlfriend get ruined before his eyes.

Another sick thought came to my head. Apparently I liked humiliating my boyfriend, and so did he.

"Come... mmmfff fuck!" I moaned as Kim Shik drilled my cunt. "Come show me that little cock!"

"You sick bitch." Kim Shik laughed and slapped my ass.

Minjoon was hesitant and didn't move.

"Now!" I shouted at him.

Kim Shik eased up on his harsh fucking, so I wasn't bouncing as much while Minjoon walked towards me. He stood at the end of the bed, but he was too nervous to get out his little, thin cock. Fucking pussy.

I grabbed his shorts and yanked them down, revealing his hard cock.

"Fucking hell, Minjoon," Kim Shik laughed.

"I know!" I laughed as well and grabbed Minjoon's cock. Having now felt Kim Shik's meat, Minjoon's felt like nothing. "How did I go so long with this little thing!"

Kim Shik was slowly fucking me, which meant I could feel every inch of his thick cock sliding in and out of me. My pussy was clenching around him, coating his shaft in my juices.

My fingers wrapped around Minjoon's dick easily, and I stroked it.

"Oooohh!" Minjoon moaned and twitched in my hand.

"This is all you deserve," I moaned to him. "You can get my hand while a real cock uses my cunt!"

Kim Shik sped up fucking me, and it made my tits bounce underneath me as my pussy now loosened up and took him with ease.

My right hand was stroking up and down my boyfriend's little cock as he leaked all over it and moaned.

"I'm... ooh fuck, Minjoon!" I moaned. "I can't go back to this... mmm fuucckk! I'm gonna need your dad's cock from now on!"

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

Kim Shik battered my arse cheeks with his hands as he fucked me harder and harder.

"I hope you understand," I moaned. "I... I'll still be your girlfriend... but only your dad can fuck me from now on!"

He was twitching in my hand and moaning louder. Kim Shik was laughing as his body slapped against mine.

I started to bounce back on Kim Shik, stroking his cock with my cunt as I moaned and panted.

"You're... oooh fuck, Daddy!!" I shouted. "You're just... so fucking small!!"

"Oooohh Tzuyu!!" Minjoon squealed as his little cock started to shoot cum all over my face.

"Fucking hell!" Kim Shik laughed. "That was fast!"

Although I was surprised by taking a facial off my pathetic boyfriend, I kept stroking him throughout. It was the least I could do since I was fucking his dad.

Minjoon kept erupting over my face, and it dripped down onto the bed as I stroked his little pecker and used his cum as lube to jerk him faster.

"Sit down, son. You're all done here." Kim Shik told him.

I gave Minjoon's cock that was already going soft a little tap, more of a slap, and laughed. Humiliated, Minjoon went and sat down again in the corner.

Kim Shik grabbed my hair and pulled my head up.

"Right then," Kim Shik grunted, and then he shoved my head down so it pressed against the bed while my arse stayed stuck in the air. "Time to claim this cunt!"

I honestly couldn't believe how fucking hard he was battering my pussy with his cock.

It was like a man possessed, hell bent on ruining my young, tight cunt. His entire body hammered into me. I was making noises I never knew I could. I screamed with pleasure at the top of my lungs.

Before long I felt coated in my own sweat as I became a piece of meat for Kim Shik to fuck.

"Fuuck!" Kim Shik groaned. "Get ready for my cum!!"

My pussy tightened around his thick cock as he slid it in and out.

"No!" Minjoon protested. "Don't cum in her! She's not on the pill!"

SPANK!

Kim Shik pulled my head up slightly by my hair.

"Whore, what do you say?" He asked me.

I managed to turn my head enough to look at Minjoon while I felt Kim Shik's throbbing cock pulsate inside of me. I knew no matter what, I was going to get my unprotected pussy bathed in his seed, but I wanted Minjoon to know that I wanted it.

"Cum inside me!" I moaned, and Minjoon gasped. "Fill my unprotected, teen cunt with your thick, hot cum!"

He fucked me harder and harder, and the sound of my wet pussy being slapped by his cock filled the room as Minjoon whispered to himself, begging his dad not to do it.

"Cum inside me, Daddy!" I moaned. "Please fill your whore with cum! Drain your balls inside me!! Fuuck Daddy, cum inside my fucking cunt!!"

"Fuuuuuucckkkkk!!" Kim Shik roared at the top of his lungs as his cock expanded, stretching me even wider, and then I felt it.

The first time in my life... a stream of hot, baby making cum landed inside my cunt.

"YEEESSS DADDY!!" I screamed as another orgasm was forced through my body.

Kim Shik and I were cumming together as his seed unloaded deep inside of me, heading straight for my womb.

Minjoon just sat there and watched as his dad was breeding me. I could feel Minjoon's cum on my face while his dad unleashed his cum inside my unprotected cunt.

I clenched my cunt around Kim Shik. I wanted to milk every drop of cum from his balls inside of me.

Both of us were panting and gasping for breath as our orgasms slowly died down.

"Oh my god... oh my god..." I panted.

I pulled sweaty strands of hair from my face and looked up at my boyfriend. Kim Shik slapped my ass and pulled out of me.

I remained on my hands and knees while I felt his cum leak out of my cunt and drain down my thighs.

"Son," Kim Shik called out, "Come look at what I've done to your girlfriend."

Like the weak person he was, Minjoon walked behind me. I could feel my pussy spasming as Minjoon observed the gallon of cum leaking from it.

"What if she gets pregnant?" Minjoon whispered.

Another sick thought came to my head.

I rolled onto my back and spread my legs.

Guess you will have to try and stop that." I told him and laughed.

Minjoon looked at me and then his dad, who was also laughing.

"H-how?" Minjoon asked.

"Well," I told him and spread my legs wider as my fingers rolled around my pussy lips and got coated in Kim Shik's cum, "Although he came so much and so deep in me that he probably will get me pregnant, you could try and stop it... by eating my creampied cunt."

"What?!" Minjoon gasped. "No... I can't."

"Mmm come on, baby," I moaned and started to finger my battered, swollen pussy with Kim Shik's cum. "You don't want your dad to get your girlfriend pregnant, do you?"

"N-no..." He whispered.

I fingered myself a little faster, pushing the cum back inside of me while my boyfriend watched.

"Come on, Minjoon," I moaned. "His cum is staying in me... only one way for you to try and stop it."

"Go on, son," Kim Shik laughed and put a hand on Minjoon's back. "See if you can stop your Dad from breeding your girlfriend."

Minjoon looked at me, his dad, and then my pussy.

"You won't cum inside her again?" Minjoon asked.

"No promises." Kim Shik laughed.

My heart beat faster when I saw Minjoon lowering himself. He was actually about to eat my pussy that was filled with his own dad's cum!!

"Mmmm, good boy," I moaned as he got closer. "Get all of that cum out of me. Stop me from getting pregnant by another man."

He was too embarrassed to speak, but his tongue found my battered hole.

"Ooooh Minjoon!" I moaned. "That's it! Eat my creampie!"

To my own surprise, Minjoon ate my pussy with more passion than ever before! I was sure he loved the taste of his own dad's cum. He looked so pathetic, eating all of the cum from me for ten minutes while me and Kim Shik laughed at him.

"Right, that's enough," Kim Shik said. "Tzuyu, I'll let you know the next time you can take my cock."

I stood up and kissed Kim Shik.

"Thanks, Daddy," and then I grabbed Minjoon's hand. "Come on, babe. I'm knackered after that."

Minjoon was either too stunned or ashamed to say anything, but we went back to his room together, where I practically passed out after that fucking.

After Cuckolding

When I woke up, Minjoon was already awake with a blank look on his face.

"Mmm, morning babe," I said. I went to sit up, but between my legs ached. "Damn, your dad really battered me, didn't he?"

"Tzuyu," Minjoon whispered, "How did that happen?"

"What?" I asked. "Me and your dad? Look babe, I need a dominant man to really fuck me properly."

"I can do that." Minjoon told me.

"Oh honey, it's cute that you think that," I said and held his hand, "But you can't. You're just not man enough to do it. But your dad is."

He kept looking at my eyes, and I leaned in and kissed his cheek.

"You're amazing in other ways," I reassured him. "You're a great boyfriend. You're kind, caring and loving. You just can't fuck me how I need to be fucked. It's not serious. It's just sex."

"So... you're going to keep doing it?" He asked.

"Yes," I answered honestly. "I can't go back to... that," I said and pointed at his crotch. "Like I said, you can still be my boyfriend and we will be a happy couple, but I'm going to keep fucking your dad whenever he wants me."

I could see the cogs turning behind his eyes. I wasn't even that surprised that he wasn't objecting. This was just who Minjoon was.

"He can't keep cumming inside you." Minjoon told me.

"That's up to him really." I said with a smile.

"Tzuyu, what if you get pregnant?" He weakly argued.

"Look, I'm your dad's to use. If he wants to knock me up, then that's up to him," I said. "If you want to keep trying to stop it by eating his cum out of me, then I won't stop you. I'm willing to do that for you."

He looked ashamed and embarrassed that he had actually gone down on me after his dad came inside me.

"Is it true... that I can only have your hand from now on?" He asked me.

"Yeah," I answered. Even if Kim Shik didn't make me, I wouldn't want to have sex with Minjoon again. "After your dad ruined my pussy, now your cock will do nothing for me. But I'll wank you off every now and again."

It was a ridiculous offer, but Minjoon agreed obviously.

For a while Kim Shik and I would only have sex while Minjoon was there to watch. But after a while we couldn't wait for Minjoon. Kim Shik would start texting me to come over where I'd suck his dick, and then he started fucking me without Minjoon there.

Sometimes Minjoon only found out that his dad had fucked me when he ate my pussy and tasted his dad's cum.

I jerked Minjoon's cock at least once a week, normally while degrading him, and he really loved that.

80% of the time Minjoon and I were like a normal, happy couple that were in love. But when his father was there, I was Kim Shik's whore. It might be weird, but it worked for us.

What next?

Which led us to the start of this story. Cum was leaking out of my pussy as I had been riding Kim Shik's cock for nearly an hour, screaming my head off as my cuckold boyfriend listened from downstairs.

I was sweating and panting as I laid next to Kim Shik.

"I fucking love your cock." I moaned.

"Oh, I know," Kim Shik said with a smile. "I think it's time to start with the next plan."

"Really?" I asked and rolled over to look at him.

"Yeah, I already bought it. It's in the cupboard." He told me.

I got up, excited as I pulled out the new toy.

"Do you really think he'd go for it?" I asked as I held the object in my hands.

"He's already eaten god knows how much of my cum from your pussy," Kim Shik said to me. "This won't be hard to get him to agree to."

I tried out the toy, tying the straps to me and then held the thick dildo in my hands. It was my first strap on.

"So, you want to make my cuckold boyfriend into a faggot as well?" I asked and laughed.

"Oh yeah," Kim Shik said. "His cock is pretty useless, but at least his ass could be made to work."

I thought about fucking Minjoon with the strap on, and the idea made my cum filled pussy ready for another round.

In a minute I was bent over as Kim Shik fucked me from behind.

"FUCK ME DADDY!! FUCK YOUR WHORE'S CUNT!!! OOOH FUCK, DADDY, BREED ME AGAIN!!" I screamed, and I knew Minjoon was downstairs, stroking his little cock to the sounds.

As soon as you stepped inside, you announced your arrival, took off your shoes and tossed your bag onto the couch.

"In here, sweetie" you heard her from the bedroom so that's where you went.

The door was already opened and.. Holy shit!

True to her word, that black pair of underwear was the only thing she was wearing as she lay on the bed, waiting for you.

Your wife was already so beautiful but now, she was beyond perfect.

Her tits threatened to spill out the sides as her triangle-shaped bra only covered her nipples, and those thin black panties with ribbons on the side showed the perfect curve of her hips and ass.

Your eyes were scanning her body, your mind thinking of all the things you wanted to do to her.

"You like it?" she asked with a smile on her face and a needy look in her eyes.

Damn it, those eyes.

You didn't respond, much too busy staring. Then, wordlessly, you took your clothes off, leaving your boxers on. Your erection more noticeable now.

"You won't be sleeping tonight" is all you said, in a low voice, before heading towards a drawer you always had locked until today.

Grabbing the key hidden underneath the bed, you unlock it without showing its contents.

Chaewon didn't know what was in it until she saw what you had in your hands.

The first thing you pulled out were these straps and as soon as she figured out that they were bed restraints, she let out a little moan.

Without hesitation, you immediately place them on her. Your wife's wrist and ankles now tied to the bed, unable to escape whatever you were going to do to her.

The next thing you pulled out was a vibrator with the same color as the underwear she was wearing and a blindfold in your other hand.

"Mmh, please..hurry" she moaned, lust and want evident in her eyes.

"Shh, let me get you ready first" you said, putting the items down on the bed and slowly positioning yourself on top of her.

"Y/N, please" she begged.

You slid a hand to her throat, "So needy" you growled.

"Only for you, Daddy," she said.

That flipped the switch and you stopped holding back. Lips crashed on hers, tongues dancing, as your hand slid smoothly from her neck down to her supple breasts, squeezing them.

Chaewon's moan sounded relieved but her hips tried to lift, craving more attention between her legs.

You weren't going to hold back anymore. You were going to keep her up all night until the sheets were soaked, until she can't cum anymore.

Pulling away from the kiss, you grabbed the vibrator, gently pressed it to her clit through the panties and switched it on the highest level. She gasped, almost screaming, body jerking, hands grabbing what she could, expression turning lewd.

"That's right, moan for me, My Chaewon".

Her moans grew louder as you gently applied more pressure, your free hand exploring her tits and pinching her nipples through the thin cloth.

"Ngh, aaHh! Yess, m-more!"

You hold the vibrator, pressing it to her clit, pull her bra to the side just enough to expose a nipple and dive in to lick and suck on it.

"Ohh gOd!! Y/N!" A horny and needy Chaewon was writhing beneath you.

"I'm cu-" you slapped her cheek, cutting her off.

"Hold it" you commanded and sucked on her other nipple with your hand squeezing the one your lips just left.

"Y-Y/N, I can't.." she squirted, wetting her panties, some hitting the sheets.

Pulling your lips away, you slapped her lovely tits and said in a low voice as you immediately removed the vibrator from where it was and turned it off,

"You disobeyed me. I was gonna let you enjoy all the pleasure but now, my little slut.."

you paused shortly as you returned the vibrator and put the blindfold on her,

"..keep count of how many times you cum."

All she could hear now was the drawer, rustling sheets, and then suddenly, she felt something cold press against her asshole.

Her body reacted, trying to pull away but the restraints did their job and you held her hip with one hand while you pushed the thin black cloth aside and put a butt plug in her.

Chaewon's face contorts, scream merges with moans, feeling both pain and pleasure but you don't stop there.

Your naughty and clueless wife feels you insert something into her needy pussy. Only you knew what it was until you switched it on and her body reacted to it, a pink vibrator with a tail that touches her clit.

Putting her black panties back in place to keep the items in, you begin to play around with the different levels, making your girl moan a little louder.

With the blindfold on, she didn't know you were filming it with your phone and that you stood there already naked. You kept going, changing from low to high levels, enjoying the sound of her moans and the way her body reacts to the stimulations.

Slutty Chaewon moaned louder, pleasure increasing as pain disappeared. "I'm..cumming...sh-SHIIIT, Y/N!! that-that's the..second"

The blindfold was removed and tossed aside. You took a step back and she saw that you were now naked, cock hard and erect, and were filming.

"Fuck, you're hot" she said, panting.

Kneeling on the bed and positioning yourself, you shove your cock in her mouth and put the vibrator on max level before leaving the remote nearby.

You grab her hair with your free hand and keep filming with the other, capturing your cock going in and out of her wet lips.

The feeling makes you groan and increase your pace, the length of your member making your lovely wife gag but she has no choice except to let you use her however you want.

Unable to free her hands nor speak, she yanks the restraints, making noise with the chains to let you know she was cumming and you could feel that you were close too.

You try to steady your hand 'cause you felt the need to film this and you wanted to show her later.

"I'm gonna cum and you better swallow every drop"

Tears streaming down her face, Chaewon tries to nod yes to your command.

You then release, filling her mouth with your thick warm cum. Pulling out, you let go of her head and hold her jaw.

"Show me" you say as you direct your phone camera in front of her.

She obeys, opening her mouth to show you the amount of cum before closing it again and swallowing all of it.

"Good girl" you kissed her forehead and moved down to her thighs.

Still recording, you push her wet underwear to the side and slowly remove both the butt plug and vibrator from her holes.

As you pulled them out, a beautiful amount of cum spilled out and you felt proud of what you had done.

"t..th-three" you barely heard it before you stopped the recording, placed your phone down and unbuckled the restraints.

Chaewon lay there out of breath, sweating, cum dripping from her pussy down to the sheets. Love and lust and the scent of sex filled the air.

You wondered if the neighbors had headphones on or if any of them were masturbating to the lewd noises coming from your place but you didn't much care. You planted kisses in every part of your wife's body, feeling her smooth and now sweaty skin as you let her breathe.

That night, you were gonna let the whole neighborhood know who she belonged to and what only you can do to her.

She moaned into the kiss, your hands squeezed her ass, and hers found your cock. The way her hands felt and the way she skillfully stroked your hard member made you stay like that for a while. You felt her smile while the two of you kissed. 

“I need this cock. Inside me. Right now.” Chaewon said in between kisses.

“Patience, my love,” you said before trailing kisses down to her jaw, behind her ear, and taking your time around her neck. 

“Mmh, Y/N, you're gonna drive me insane” your needy wife moaned as her hands slid to your hair.

After leaving hickeys on her neck, you moved lower and lower. To her collarbone, cleavage, tits, stomach, and all the way down to her thighs. All the while, your hands slid around her body, feeling the smoothness of her skin.

Chaewon stayed still, legs spread, hands gripping the sheets. She knew what was coming and she kept watching as your hands slid down to her legs and your lips kissed her inner thighs, closer and closer to where she needed you to be. 

Her breath hitched as you got really close and as you finally got rid of those wet panties. Sticking your tongue out, you licked her wet folds slowly, savoring the taste. 

Your wife has always been a great singer. From friends to relatives, everybody knew that but only you knew how hot and addictive her moans were. 

Hearing her now, the way she surrendered to your touch, and the way she's letting you do anything and everything drove you crazy. 

No more stopping, no more holding back. You were gonna give her your all. You dove in.

You pushed your tongue deeper into her, tongue-fucking that lovely pussy. The sudden intrusion made Chaewon grab your hair. She grabbed it tight, like she was going to pull all your hair off your head, but you didn't stop. 

Two fingers went in, thrusting, curling, hitting that G-spot while you licked and sucked on her clit. Chaewon was now moaning loudly. Back arched, legs spread wide, head tilted back, and this time you were sure that the neighbors could hear it all. 

“ffuuck yess! ohh..babe, yes! don't- stop..”

You weren't going to. When her hips would lift, you pushed her down. When she pulled you closer, your fingers went faster and you sucked harder. Your wife was a moaning mess. 

It felt like heaven. Her moans were music to your ears, her love juices tasted perfect, her pussy was tightening around your fingers. She was close..when all of a sudden, her phone rang.

Kazuha

“mhh w-wait..stop, stop” Chaewon tried to push your head away but you didn't budge. 

“No, no..Y/N!!” a high-pitched scream as she came, legs trembling. Her left hand managed to grip the pillow but her right hand fell right on her phone, on the low bedside table. 

“What’s happening?? Is everything ok?” you heard Kazuha on the phone.

Chaewon was panting and you were busy eating her up.

“Hello?? Are you ok?” Kazuha asked again.

You slowly pulled your fingers out and playfully slapped your wife's ass.

“Count,” you reminded her.

“F-four” she said as she was catching her breath.

“Four? four what? Can you hear me? Are you ok?” slight panic in Kazuha’s voice.

You reached for the phone and gave it to Chaewon, signalling her to answer. 

“Zuha, I'm ok. I'm actually feeling really ngH good” she felt you put your fingers back in.

“You don't sound ok. What's really going on?” The girl on the phone sounded really concerned. 

Your wife didn't say anything but you could tell that her pussy lips were ready for more. 

“Stay on the call. I want her to hear how good I make you feel.” you commanded and dove back in. 

“Z-zuha…AH, i-i’m sorry mMh. He wants you- to listen” Chaewon was struggling to speak and keep her arms up so she dropped the phone beside her and grabbed your hair again.

Like a wild and hungry animal, you ate like it was a feast and your fingers hit all the good spots as you added a third finger. 

“shit, he’s-.. eating me so good, zuha. F-fuck, his tongue..” Kazuha grew silent on the phone.

What's happening? Are they..doing it?

With your free hand, you slapped Chaewon's ass hard, making sure it was heard on the call. Continuing your assault on her sensitive pussy, you reached up with your free hand to squeeze those supple breasts and pinch her pink nipples.

“AH, Y/N! yess, m-make me cum!” Chaewon no longer cared about who was on the phone.

S-sex, they're having..sex

and he wants me… to listen. 

You thought the call had ended ‘cause it was too quiet. You were about to check on it when you suddenly heard the younger girl speak again.

“Wh-what about..that?” Kazuha asked shyly.

Your mouth and hands were busy so you slapped your girl's ass again, making her answer. 

“aah..s-say..again..” is all Chaewon managed to say.

None of you could see the girl on the other end of the phone but you had a strong feeling her cheeks turned red when she asked..

“What about..his..thing?”

Her curiosity along with how Chaewon's bra that had loosened up as she kept squirming, now letting you see more of her, turned you on even more. 

“Make her say it or I won't give it to you.” You told your wife.

“N-no..please..ngh. Zuha- say..you have to- say it” she begged.

“B-but..” she was hesitant but eventually, “what about his dick??” Kazuha asked, increasing the volume of her voice in embarrassment. 

“BABE, I'm- close..ffuu- FIIVEE!” Chaewon interrupted, screaming as you made her cum a fifth time.

You let her calm down and catch her breath while you teased the other curious girl.

“Kazuha,” you said, “be honest with me.”

“do what.. he says” breathless, Chaewon tries to convince Kazuha.

“While I was ‘busy’ with Chaewon's little pussy, were you touching yourself?”

“I uhm.. th-thought about it but..”

“But what, Zuha?” you asked.

mmh, why does his voice sound so hot?

“I was only..rubbing my thighs.. together” she felt embarrassed but you all knew she was getting horny.

“And what were you curious about?” you teased her further. “Say it, Zuha. You won't get an answer and I won't put it in Chaewon if you don't say it.” 

“Zuha, pleeasee..” your wife pleaded.

What felt like 2 minutes passed by before the curious and now horny girl finally answered.

“Your..dick” she sounded almost as needy as Chaewon.

“Good girls” praising both women. “Here's your reward.” 

You lifted your wife, making her straddle you like a cowgirl as your back hit the mattress. Not forgetting about Kazuha, you grabbed Chaewon's phone and switched it to a video call.

The first thing Kazuha saw was Chaewon. The only thing left on her was that black bra that you finally got rid of as soon as you noticed that the camera was on. 

Your cock stood erect, pre-cum leaking from the tip. Zuha’s eyes widened at the sight and her mouth opened like she wanted to taste it. 

“Daddy please..” the horny girl, who was straddling you, begged.

She needed you and you needed her. 

With the phone in your right hand, you held Chaewon's hips with your left. No words were needed. She immediately aligned you to her wet, needy, entrance and impaled herself. 

“AaHh..mMh, yeesss..” her eyes rolled back as she moaned. 

That look she made was so lewd.

The feeling of her tight and slippery wet folds made you groan. Kazuha saw it all and heard you both. She bit her lip trying not to let out a moan.

“Fuuck, I want to feel that too..” the girl on the phone was no longer shy but full of need.

You slapped your wife's ass, signalling her to start moving. She started rocking her hips back and forth, feeling you stretch her. Another slap made her go slightly faster and you could feel how her pussy was adjusting to the shape and size of your cock. 

On the other end of the call, Kazuha was whimpering and whining like a needy slut. She held her phone with one hand while the other hand was on her chest, her fingers playing with her nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt. 

You slapped Chaewon’s left tit but it made both girls react. 

“Should we let her join? Or make her beg first?” you asked your horny wife who was now riding like a true cowgirl, lifting herself up and down your length, tits bouncing, hands on your torso for support. 

“W-what..aah..whatever..uugh- whatever.. daddy..wants” she managed to reply.

“Pleeaasee” a breathy plea from Kazuha. Her phone is now at an angle where you can see almost all of her. Eyes teary, cheeks flushed, thighs rubbing together needily, and her hand still paid attention to her chest but was now under her shirt. 

She was ready to beg, ready to do anything, but you wanted proof.

“Show us. Strip and beg.” You said as you placed the phone down at an angle where both you and Chaewon could see her and she could see the two of you.

“Touch yourself while we fuck.” you commanded. “Do that, and we might.. let you join us.”  

As soon as she heard that, it was like she was put under a spell that made her do everything you say. She immediately stripped naked, almost falling over and dropping her phone. 

Your wife, however, wasn’t paying attention. Lost in the pleasure, in love with you and obsessed with your cock. Bending your knees, you thrust upward, snapping her back to reality and making her fall forward. She yelps as Kazuha hurriedly tries to find the best angle with her phone. 

“Z-zuha..hurry” you had your cock deep inside Chaewon’s tight cunt but you weren’t moving, enjoying the feeling of how you had two girls needy for your big hard cock. 

She was on top of you, hands gripping the pillow, her face buried on the crook of your neck. You knew Kazuha was ready, fully naked with her legs far apart, already fucking herself with two fingers, but your desperate wife didn’t. She couldn’t see the needy girl on the phone and you were happily teasing her. 

When you were satisfied, you wrapped your arms around Chaewon’s small frame and set a punishing pace. She began screaming and moaning, you nearly went deaf in one ear. 

“AAHHH, YEESS! Oh fuuuck! So deep uugh..z-zuhaa Aaahhh, he’s- he’s stretching meee”

“Y/N! PLEASE please pleaaseee..mMmH please aah, let me- join” Kazuha begged and you could see her trying to match your pace as she masturbated on camera. 

You slowed down a little but kept thrusting hard. Loosening your grip, you slid your hands down and started slapping her ass cheeks. 

“What *slap* do you *slap* think *SLAP*, Chaewon-ah? *SLAP*” 

“AH! Daddy, H-harder!” she was lost in the pleasure, drunk on your cock.

You replied to Kazuha, “You heard her. Try harder. Beg with all of you”

You knew that’s not what Chaewon meant but you said it anyway and went rougher on your wife. Your cock, slick with juices, slipped out with a wet pop when you flipped your girl around, making her squirt a little.

Her back was now on your chest, her knuckles turning white as she grabbed the sheets and her legs spread themselves wide without needing to be told. You slipped back inside her easily with how soaking wet she was, your left hand went to those tits that fit your hand perfectly and you started flicking and pinching her cute nipples while your right hand slid down to her clit, rubbing small circles.

“Oooh god, yeesss! Right there! Ffuuck” your little slut moaned. “Zuha, he’s- SO..uugh BIG- Ah- it feels so good”

Both of you looked to where the phone was and saw Kazuha add a third finger inside her little pink pussy.

“Y/N.. Chaewon.. Please! I’m close.. I think- I’m gonna cum. Pleasee, oh please I want that dick inside me! Please y/n, I NEED your dick in my pussy!” a more high pitched plea as she experienced a toe-curling orgasm. Legs trembling, girl-cum spilling out onto her hand and onto the sheets. 

“Mmmh, oh Daddy! Ah b-babe, don’t stop! I’m gonna cum..I’m gonna cum on your cock” She tightened around you as she came. 

Her legs went limp but you didn’t stop pounding into her. She was squeezing so tight yet it felt so good. Your hands held her hips as you felt yourself get closer and closer to your own release.

“I’m cumming. Take it like the good little slut you are” you growled into her ear, slapped her tits, and released with one final deep thrust. 

Rope after rope of thick hot cum painted her insides, filling her up. You stayed like that for a while, all three of you panting and drenched in sweat. Looking at the phone again, you saw that Kazuha already had the phone in her hand, still watching. 

You did the same and picked up the phone but instead of showing your face, you gave her a view of your cock covered in a mix of you and your wife’s love juices and a view of Chaewon’s stretched out pussy, cum leaking out like a waterfall. 

“Six” you heard Chaewon say with a weak voice, it sounded like a whisper.

Smiling, you whispered back, “Good girl” and kissed her cheek. 

You still had enough energy in you for one more round but your wife already passed out on top of you. Her skin still smooth, her beauty still radiant, even when she was covered in sweat. You just smiled, gently laid her down beside you and kissed her forehead. 

“Y/N?” you heard on the phone.

You shake your head, pulling out your phone. "Nah, I drove separately. Figured he'd be here already." The two of you try calling and texting Patrick for the next hour, but it goes straight to voicemail. Finally, a message pings through from Patrick's sister: he had felt like shit the night before, went to the ER, and was admitted for dehydration and a nasty stomach bug. He was stuck there, IVs and all. "Damn," Harry mutters. "Poor guy. But... the pairings."

The bridesmaids and groomsmen had been meticulously paired off, mostly because several were already couples or married. Chaewon and Jiyeon, the two stunning women in the bridal party, were supposed to walk with you and Patrick since you were both single. No awkward exes or dates to complicate things. Now, with Patrick out, the math didn't add up. The wedding planner looked frazzled as she explained the issue in the hallway outside the suite.

Chaewon (the petite blonde with the shoulder-length bob, bright eyes, and playful energy) and Jiyeon (the elegant black-haired beauty with long, silky waves, sharp yet soft features, and a confident aura) stood nearby in their matching floral chiffon dresses, delicate white fabric adorned with soft pink roses, ruffled layers that hugged their lithe bodies, short hemlines showing off toned legs, and halter-style tops that accentuated their perky breasts and smooth shoulders. They looked like they had stepped out of a floral garden innocent yet irresistibly seductive.

After a quick talk, Harry shrugged. "It's your call, girls. We can scramble the lineup or... figure something else out."

Chaewon glanced at Jiyeon, then at you, a mischievous smile curving her full lips. "A trio could be fun," she said, her voice light and teasing. Jiyeon nodded, biting her lower lip. "Yeah, why not? As long as it's with him. We've seen you around enough to know you're not some creep." Their consent was enthusiastic, eyes sparkling with curiosity. Problem solved, for the ceremony, at least.

The wedding went off without a hitch. You walked down the aisle with both women on your arms, one on each side, drawing amused whispers and smiles from the guests. Chaewon's hand felt warm and small on your arm; Jiyeon's grip was firmer, more assured. During the reception, as the music swelled and drinks flowed freely, champagne, cocktails, shots of soju mixed with whiskey, the dynamic of us three being together started to click.

You danced first with Chaewon, her body pressing close during a slow song, her floral dress swirling around her thighs. Her breath tickled your ear as she whispered, "You're a good dancer... and you smell nice." Her hips swayed against yours, the sheer fabric doing little to hide the heat radiating from her skin. Then Jiyeon took her turn, dancing with you to a more sensual rhythm, her long black hair brushing your chest as she looked up at you through hooded eyes. "Don't think we're letting you off easy today," she murmured, her fingers tracing the back of your neck.

As the night wore on, the three of you stayed close, laughing, clinking glasses, bodies brushing in the crowd. The alcohol loosened some inhibitions and made the time less awkward. Chaewon's cheeks flushed pink, her giggles turning breathy. Jiyeon's touches grew bolder, her hand lingering on your thigh under the table. By midnight, the party was winding down, but the chemistry between you three was just building up.

"Hotel room?" Jiyeon suggested, her voice low and husky as she leaned in on one side, her full breasts pressing against your arm through the thin dress. Chaewon nodded eagerly on the other side, biting her lip. "Ours is a suite. Plenty of space... for three."

You barely made it through the door of their luxurious hotel suite before the tension snapped. The room was dimly lit by bedside lamps, a king-sized bed dominating the space, floor to ceiling windows overlooking the lake. Chaewon kicked off her heels first, giggling as she pushed you back onto the bed. "We've been thinking about this since the dance and how you treated us," she confessed, crawling over you. Her short blonde hair framed her face as she kissed you deeply, her tongue slipping into your mouth with surprising hunger. She tasted like sweet champagne and strawberries.

Jiyeon watched for a moment, then joined, shedding her dress in one fluid motion. The floral fabric pooled at her feet, revealing lacy white lingerie that barely contained her perky B-cup breasts and a tiny thong that accentuated her toned ass and smooth, shaved pussy. "My turn," she purred, pulling Chaewon off you gently and claiming your lips. Her kiss was deeper, more dominant, her long hair cascading over your shoulders as her hand slid down to palm the growing bulge in your pants.

You groaned, hands exploring. Chaewon's dress came off next, her body even more petite and lithe underneath, small, firm B-cup breasts with pink nipples already hard, a flat stomach, and matching lacy panties soaked through. "Touch me," she whispered, guiding your hand between her thighs. Your fingers found her wet folds, slick and eager, slipping one inside her tight heat as she moaned, grinding against your palm.

Jiyeon freed your cock from your pants, her eyes widening appreciatively at the thick, veiny length. "Fuck, you're big," she breathed, wrapping her soft hand around the shaft and stroking slowly from base to tip, her thumb circling the leaking head. Chaewon leaned down, her tongue flicking out to lick along the underside while Jiyeon pumped you, their mouths working in tandem, kissing each other around your cock, sucking on the head together, saliva dripping down your balls. The sight was obscene: two beautiful women, one blonde and playful, one dark-haired and seductive, sharing your throbbing dick.

You pulled Chaewon up first, her lithe, petite body flushed and trembling with anticipation. You laid her gently but firmly on her back in the center of the massive king-sized bed, the silky sheets already rumpled from your earlier making out. You spread her smooth, toned legs wide apart, knees bent and feet planted on the mattress, fully exposing her glistening pussy. Her outer lips were puffy and pink, inner folds slick with her arousal, a thin string of wetness already dripping down toward her tight little asshole. Her clit peeked out, swollen and begging for attention.

You dove in without hesitation, burying your face between her thighs. Your tongue flattened and dragged slowly from her dripping entrance up to her clit in long, deliberate strokes, savoring her sweet tangy, musky flavor, pure feminine nectar mixed with the faint taste of her earlier excitement. You circled her clit with the tip of your tongue, then sucked it firmly between your lips, flicking rapidly as she bucked her hips. Chaewon cried out sharply, her small hands flying to your hair, fingers tangling tightly in the strands as she pulled you harder against her cunt. "Yes! Right there—ahh! Fuck, your tongue feels so good!" she moaned loudly, her voice high-pitched and breathy.

Jiyeon didn't wait to be invited. She swung one long leg over Chaewon's face, straddling her friend's mouth in a smooth motion while facing you. Her perfect, round ass hovered just above Chaewon's eager lips as she lowered her own soaked pussy onto the blonde's waiting tongue. Jiyeon's long black hair cascaded down her back as she ground her wet cunt forward and backward, smearing her juices across Chaewon's mouth and chin. Chaewon's tongue immediately pushed inside her, licking deep and hungrily, making wet, obscene slurping sounds. "Mmm, yes, eat my pussy," Jiyeon purred, her voice husky with pleasure.

While Chaewon was busy devouring Jiyeon, the older girl reached down between your bodies, her elegant fingers wrapping around your throbbing, rock-hard cock. She stroked you firmly a few times, spreading the precum leaking from your tip, then guided the fat, swollen head right to Chaewon's tight entrance. You pushed forward slowly, inch by inch, feeling her velvety walls stretch and clench around your girth. Chaewon was incredibly tight, almost painfully so, her pussy gripping every ridge and vein of your shaft like it was made for you. When you finally bottomed out, balls deep, her cervix kissing the tip of your cock, she let out a muffled, guttural moan directly into Jiyeon's pussy. "So fucking full... you're stretching me so much," she gasped between desperate licks, her words vibrating against Jiyeon's clit.

You gave her a moment to adjust, then started thrusting harder, long, powerful strokes that made your hips slap loudly against her firm little ass. Her small, perky tits bounced rhythmically with every impact, pink nipples stiff and begging to be sucked. The wet squelching sounds of your cock pistoning in and out of her drenched cunt filled the room, mixed with the girls' moans and the slick noises of Chaewon's tongue working Jiyeon's pussy. Jiyeon leaned forward, her full breasts pressing heavily against your chest as she captured your mouth in a deep, sloppy kiss, her tongue dancing with yours. Her hard nipples dragged across your skin while Chaewon's muffled cries sent pleasurable vibrations straight to Jiyeon's clit, pushing the black haired beauty closer to the edge.

After several minutes of pounding Chaewon senseless, you switched positions. You pulled out with a wet pop, her pussy visibly gaping for a second before clenching around nothing. You flipped Jiyeon onto all fours, her perfect heart-shaped ass raised high in the air, back arched deeply. Her pussy lips were swollen and shiny with a mix of her own juices and Chaewon's saliva. You gripped her narrow waist and slammed into her in one powerful thrust, burying yourself to the hilt. Jiyeon was wetter than Chaewon but still incredibly snug, her walls gripping you like a hot, silky vice. "Fuck yes—harder!" she demanded immediately, pushing her ass back against you greedily. You obliged, fucking her with deep, brutal strokes, your balls slapping against her clit with every thrust.

Chaewon slid underneath Jiyeon on her back, positioning her face right at the action. Her tongue lapped eagerly at Jiyeon's clit and the base of your cock as you thrust in and out, tasting the creamy mixture of their combined arousal. She sucked one of Jiyeon's swinging breasts into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the nipple while her fingers found Chaewon's own clit again, rubbing furiously. The room was filled with the lewd symphony of skin slapping skin, wet squelching, and raw moans, "Deeper! Fuck me harder!" from Jiyeon, and Chaewon's muffled whimpers of pleasure.

You rotated between them for what felt like hours, lost in a haze of lust and alcohol-fueled stamina. Next, Chaewon rode you reverse cowgirl, her tight little ass jiggling hypnotically as she bounced up and down on your cock, her hands braced on your thighs for leverage. You could see every detail, your thick shaft disappearing into her stretched pink pussy, her juices coating your balls and dripping down. After a bit Jiyeon straddled your face at the same time, smothering you with her dripping cunt as you devoured her, sucking her clit and tongue-fucking her hole while she made out with Chaewon above you, their tongues and tits pressed together.

Then you flipped Jiyeon into missionary, her long legs wrapped tightly around your waist, heels digging into your back as you pounded her deep and fast. Her nails raked red lines down your shoulders and back while Chaewon made out sloppily with her, fingers buried in Jiyeon's pussy alongside your cock, stretching her even more. Chaewon occasionally leaned down to lick Jiyeon's clit or suck on her bouncing tits.

The orgasms came crashing through them in waves. Chaewon's first one hit like a storm, she suddenly tensed, her pussy clamping down like a fist around your cock as she squirted lightly, clear fluid gushing around your shaft and soaking your groin and the sheets. She screamed, body shaking violently, eyes rolling back. Jiyeon followed soon after on her turn, her walls convulsing rhythmically, milking your cock as she shuddered and cried out, her thighs quivering uncontrollably.

Finally, you couldn't hold back. "I'm gonna cum," you growled. They both knelt eagerly in front of you, tongues out, hands stroking your slick cock. Thick ropes of hot cum painted their faces and tongues, splattering Chaewon's blonde hair and pretty cheeks, coating Jiyeon's lips and tits. They kissed, swapping your load, giggling breathlessly.

Exhausted, you collapsed together on the bed in a tangle of limbs, their bodies pressed against yours, Chaewon's head on your chest, Jiyeon's leg draped over your thigh. "Best wedding ever," Chaewon murmured sleepily. Jiyeon smiled, tracing patterns on your skin. "And we're not done with you tomorrow morning..."

off the record

hi.

okay this is weird. i'm talking to a note. i'm literally opening the notes app on my phone and typing hello to it like it's a person. i'm aware of how insane this is. please don't judge me. actually you literally can't judge me because you're a note. that's kind of the whole point.

let me explain what this is going to be. i can't tell anyone what's in my head right now. not karina. not winter. not ningning. definitely not any other trainees. not my mom. not my friend from tokyo who i haven't seen in eight months. literally nobody. and there's some stuff i really need to say out loud or i'm going to lose my mind and end up screaming into a pillow at 3am like a drama character.

so. you're my friend now. congratulations. you didn't sign up for this but neither did i really.

rules. one — nobody ever sees you. i'm going to hide you in a folder called private inside a folder called personal in japanese so if anyone glances at my phone they'll see nothing interesting. two — i'm not going to date these entries. dates make it feel like a diary and i don't want it to feel like a diary. i want it to feel like i'm just talking. three — i'm going to be honest with you because if i'm not honest with the ONLY thing in my life i can be honest with then i really am losing it.

okay. ready?

so.

i'm going to do something i can't take back. i've been thinking about it for a while and i've decided and now i just need to tell somebody i've decided even if that somebody is a phone.

(deep breath.)

let me back up.

so debut is happening. everyone knows it's happening. i've been at SM for eight months. eight. months. do you know how long the other girls have been here? ningning since 2016. she was a CHILD. karina and winter since 2017. that's years for them. i showed up in december like hi hello here i am please put me on stage in a year. and they're actually going to do it.

but here's what i learned yesterday. karina and winter and ningning are basically locked in. like publicly not-announced-yet but internally decided. the fourth spot is still being discussed. some people internally are saying wait for another trainee to develop more. some people are saying push forward with what we have. i heard this from another trainee who overheard her vocal coach on the phone which is like eighth-hand information but she was very confident about it and honestly it tracks with things i've been feeling.

i'm the maybe.

there are other girls here too. former SM Rookies who were basically PROMISED debut and then it didn't happen and now they're still here training and waiting and watching me — the girl who showed up eight months ago — potentially get put in the group they've been waiting years for. and some of them are being kind of shitty about it? like passive aggressive comments in the practice room. i overheard someone say "must be nice to fly in from japan and skip the line" and i pretended i didn't hear her but i heard her. i hear all of them.

ningning was the one who told me not to listen to them. she came to me in the hallway after a particularly bad practice where i'd caught two girls staring at me and whispering and she said "aeri-unnie. don't. they're mad at the wrong person. be mad at the company if you're mad at something. i've been here five years and i know how this works. it's not personal against you it just LOOKS like it."

i love her for that. i really do. she's two years younger than me and she has the calmness of a forty year old. but the thing she doesn't understand — and i can't tell her — is that some of what those girls are saying is TRUE. i AM behind. i AM the newest. i AM the one who might not make the cut. and if i don't make the cut i don't get to redo the last eight months. i go home to tokyo and i tell my mom the whole thing was a mistake.

i can't do that.

okay this is the part where i tell you my plan.

it's been in my head for maybe two weeks now. i keep pushing it away and it keeps coming back. and every time it comes back it feels a little more like a real thing i could actually do and a little less like a shameful thing i shouldn't be thinking about.

here's the thing. everyone knows how this industry actually works. everyone. the fans pretend they don't know but the fans absolutely know. the trainees definitely know. we joke about it. we joke about which sunbaes obviously did what to get where they are and which executives obviously have "favorites" and which comebacks obviously got greenlit because someone was sleeping with someone. it's not even a secret. it's just something you're not allowed to say out loud.

i've been thinking. if talent isn't enough — and sometimes it isn't, no matter how much talented and hard working you are, everyone confirms that constantly, the girls who make it aren't always the most talented ones, they're the ones who did what they had to — then WHY am i acting like the moral question is important. i'm from a japanese-korean family. i wasn't raised catholic. i wasn't raised thinking sex is sacred. i was raised thinking opportunity is sacred. and i have exactly one opportunity right now and it's slipping.

so.

there's a man. i've been watching him for a couple of weeks now trying to decide if he's the right target. he's a senior executive here. i'm not going to name him even to you because i'm not stupid. he's in his sixties. wife who i've never seen. reputation for being one of the people who has actual say over trainee decisions. i've heard his name in conversations twice about the aespa lineup which is why i noticed him in the first place.

but here's the actually useful thing about him. i've watched him watch the young trainees. not in a professional way. in a specific way that i recognized the second i saw it. it's not obvious to anyone who isn't looking for it — he's practiced, he's careful, he's been doing this for decades — but i've been paying attention and i've seen it. the way his eyes linger on certain girls in the hallway. the way he finds reasons to be near the practice rooms during specific sessions. the way he compliments certain trainees with his hand on their shoulder for one beat too long.

he wants it. he has wanted it. he's probably had it, honestly, from other girls before me. i'm not inventing an option out of thin air. i'm identifying an existing option that's been sitting there this whole time.

and here's the thing about being almost 20 and looking like i look. i know what i look like. i'm not being conceited i'm being practical. i've spent enough time in front of enough eyes to know exactly what my face does to people. i've spent enough time watching men respond to me in restaurants and elevators and audition rooms to know exactly what my body does to people even under a hoodie and no makeup.

if i decide to actively point that at him he is not going to say no.

the question isn't whether he'll say yes. the question is whether i can pull it off without it being obvious to everyone in the building. and the answer is yes because i'm smart and careful and i've been planning this in my head for two weeks.

okay. i'm going to do this. i'm doing this. i'm saying it out loud to you which means i'm actually going to do it.

step one is proximity. i need to be near him more. i need him to start expecting me in his line of sight. i need to become a face he associates with warmth instead of just another trainee.

start there. see how he responds. build from there.

god. i'm actually doing this.

goodnight note. wish me luck.

—

okay quick update because i just got home and i need to tell you before i lose the specifics.

i did the first pass today. proximity thing. i lingered in the hallway near his office when i knew he'd be coming out for lunch and i "happened" to be walking past just as he opened the door. i bowed. i smiled the specific smile — the one that has real warmth in it not just professional courtesy. i said good afternoon in the softest voice i have. i held eye contact for one second longer than a trainee should hold eye contact with a senior executive.

his face did the thing. barely. a real man in his sixties who's been in this industry for probably thirty five years is not going to be obvious. but his face did the specific micro thing where the eyes register you as an entity instead of an object.

i walked away and my heart was beating so loud i thought people around me could hear it.

not because i'm scared. well — a little because i'm scared. but mostly because there's something weirdly ELECTRIC about identifying a target and taking the first shot and watching it land.

i think i might be a little bit into this.

that's a thought to unpack later.

going to shower. sleep. try again tomorrow.

—

three days later. small progress.

i've been finding reasons to be near him. running "errands" that happen to take me past his office. showing up in the elevator he uses. today i actually got to have a real conversation with him because there was a scheduling thing about the trainee showcase and i "needed" to ask about it and he was in the hallway when i needed to ask.

it was maybe four minutes of conversation. professional. nothing anyone watching would flag. but during those four minutes i did specific things. i stood a little closer than i needed to. i tilted my head. i laughed at a joke that was barely a joke. i touched my own neck once when he was mid-sentence which is a thing i read about somewhere as a signal that apparently men's brains process on some level they're not aware of.

his face did more things. he was looking at my mouth when i was talking. not the whole time. specific moments. i noticed.

when we finished the conversation he said "keep up the good work" and put his hand on my upper arm for two seconds. two full seconds. that's not a professional pat. that's a lingering. he wanted to see how i'd respond.

i responded well. i tilted into it slightly. i smiled. i thanked him.

when i walked away i knew he was watching. i knew it with total certainty. i felt his eyes on my booty for the whole walk down the hallway and i felt something specific happening in my body that i have absolutely never felt before in my entire life. like a hot pull in my lower stomach. like every step i took was being watched and cataloged.

is this what being wanted feels like? like actually wanted, actively, in the moment, by someone whose attention is on you?

i've never felt this. i've been looked at obviously — everyone gets looked at, i've had photographers stare at me, i've had strangers stare at me on the tokyo metro — but this was different. this was a specific man i had targeted, responding to me exactly the way i'd wanted him to respond, and my body was reacting to his reaction.

i got back to the dorm and i went to the bathroom and i just sat on the closed toilet lid for like ten minutes trying to figure out what i was feeling.

i was turned on. that's what i was feeling.

i've never been turned on in a real way before. i've read about it, i've watched things, i've had the vaguely warm feeling in bed before falling asleep. i've never had my whole lower body respond to a specific real thing that just happened in the world.

it happened today because a sixty something year old man i barely know put his hand on my arm for two seconds.

what does that say about me. what am i.

not a question for you tonight, note. i'm too tired. good night.

—

a week has passed. i haven't written anything because i've been building this slowly and there hasn't been a single moment big enough to document. lots of small ones though.

quick summary. he's fully aware of me now. we make eye contact in hallways whenever we pass. he finds reasons to speak to me. i find reasons to speak to him. yesterday he asked me to bring a folder to his office instead of asking the intern who was standing RIGHT THERE.

so i went to his office.

that was the first time i'd been alone in a room with him.

i was in there for maybe six minutes. he asked me questions about my training. about tokyo. about my family. he was doing what he always does — the older powerful man doing "concerned mentor" energy — but there was another layer under it that we were both aware of. i sat in the chair across from his desk with my legs crossed and i answered his questions and i let him see that i was answering them for HIM specifically not just as an obligation. i made my voice a little softer. i leaned forward when he spoke.

when i left he thanked me and there was something in his voice.

i'm going to escalate this week. i can feel he's ready. he's just waiting to see if i give him permission.

i'm going to give him permission.

—

tonight was the first real physical thing. writing this at 1am from my bed, everyone else is asleep.

so here's what happened. he asked me to come by his office at the end of the day to "review some paperwork about the showcase." this was code. we both knew this was code. i wore something specific — my regular practice clothes but the tighter version — and i showed up at 9pm when i knew the floor would be mostly empty.

i sat in the chair. we talked about the paperwork for maybe five minutes. it was fake conversation, he wasn't looking at the paperwork, i wasn't looking at the paperwork, we were both waiting.

and then i did the thing i'd been planning. i stood up like i was going to leave. i walked around his desk to say goodbye like i was going to bow professionally. but instead of stopping in front of him at bowing distance, i got closer. and i didn't bow. i just stood there. next to his chair. looking down at him.

he looked up at me and his face did something new. something less controlled than the micro-things i'd been getting all week. he looked at me like a man who was giving up something.

i sat on his lap.

i want to describe exactly what this felt like because you're my only friend and i need someone to know. i was pretending to be casual. laughing at nothing. "oh sorry" i said. "i just" and then i didn't finish the sentence. but i wasn't casual at all. my entire body was electric. i could feel every point where my body touched his. my thigh across his thighs. my hip against his stomach. the weight of me settling into him.

and i could feel him respond. immediately. through his pants, through my short skirt, i felt him getting hard against my hip and i felt my own body respond to feeling that — a rush of heat between my legs so sudden that i actually inhaled sharply and had to cover it with a laugh.

his hands went to my waist. one of them slid a little lower. sat on the top of my exposed thigh. very careful. very testing.

i didn't move away.

we sat like that for maybe a full minute without saying anything. i was learning how to breathe with his heart beating against my back through both of our shirts. i was learning that a man's chest against your back is a specific physical presence that's different from anything else. i was learning that i wanted to move my hips just slightly and i was learning that i could and that he would react.

i moved my hips. just slightly. a small grind against his lap.

he made a sound. barely audible. from the back of his throat. and his hand on my waist tightened.

and i thought: oh. i can do this. i can actually do this. this is a thing i can do.

i stood up after another minute. straightened my shirt. said something about needing to get back to the dorm. he said something about looking forward to seeing me again soon. we were both being very careful to use professional words even though the professionalism was completely fake at this point.

i walked out of his office and my legs were shaking. actually shaking. i had to stop in the stairwell for a minute to breathe.

i took a taxi back to the dorm even though it was only a fifteen minute walk. i couldn't handle walking. i was too full of feeling.

note. i think this might be the most alive i've ever been.

i'm going to bed. good night.

—

two days later. we did more.

i went back to his office at the same time. he was expecting me. this time we didn't even pretend there was paperwork. i walked in and closed the door behind me and he stood up from behind his desk and looked at me and i walked around the desk and this time when i got close he was the one who reached for me.

he kissed me.

this was my first kiss. i want to write that down because that's kind of an insane thing to type. this was my actual first kiss ever in my entire twenty year life and it was with a sixty something year old executive at my company and it happened because i strategically engineered it because i was worried about my debut.

and i'm not sad about that. i want to be clear. i'm not romanticizing it and i'm not tragic about it. it was a first kiss. it counted. it happened. i'll never get another first kiss because you only get one. this is the one i got. it's fine.

what was it like. um. weird. honestly. his mouth tasted like coffee and something else i didn't recognize. maybe some kind of tobacco? his mustache was scratchier than i expected. i had no idea what to do with my tongue. like literally no muscle memory for this activity. i just kind of followed what he was doing and hoped it wasn't obvious that i was making it up as i went.

he definitely knew i was inexperienced. i saw it register on his face. i think he liked that. i think for a man in his sixties the idea that he was giving a twenty year old her first kiss was doing something specific to him.

his hands were on my face. then on my neck. then on my waist. and then he did the thing i'd been kind of hoping he would do and kind of terrified he would do — he slid his hand up under my shirt. over my stomach. up. and found my chest through my bra.

i've never had someone else's hand on my chest.

it felt different than i expected. i thought it would feel more electric. instead it felt more like — heavy? like there was suddenly weight and warmth where i was used to only feeling myself. it was nice. i think i liked it. it's hard to say because i was so busy trying to process everything at once. his mouth. his hand. the specific reality that this was HAPPENING and it wasn't hypothetical anymore.

his hand went under my bra. skin on skin. his thumb went across my nipple and i made a sound i didn't know i could make.

that's when i realized i wasn't just tolerating this. i wasn't performing enjoyment for him. i was actually feeling it. my body was responding to what he was doing to it in a way that was completely outside of my strategic control.

i pulled back after a few minutes. i said i had to go. he said okay in a voice that was very different from his usual voice. i left his office with my shirt slightly untucked and my bra slightly wrong and my mouth feeling swollen.

i walked past the security guard on the way out and he definitely noticed something was off about how i looked. i just smiled at him and walked faster.

home now. everyone asleep. i've been lying in bed for an hour just running through it in my head. my body still feels weird. warm in specific places.

is this what this feels like for other people? is this what people mean when they talk about being turned on? i've been walking around for twenty years thinking i understood the concept because i'd read about it and now i realize i had no idea. no idea at all.

if this is what it feels like just from a hand on my chest then what does it feel like when — okay. don't finish that thought. going to sleep.

—

okay it's been a few more days and i want to write down that i'm now aware of something i wasn't aware of before.

i have power over him.

i keep thinking about it. every interaction we've had since the office. he's the one who's off balance now. he's the one who finds reasons to see me. he's the one whose eyes follow me when i'm in a room with him. i started this whole thing thinking of it as me offering something to him in exchange for his help but now i'm realizing that maybe he's the one who needs this more than i do.

which means i can ASK for things.

i've been thinking about how to do this. i can't just walk up to him and say hey are you going to help me get into aespa or not because that would break the entire fantasy we're both maintaining. the whole thing works because we're both pretending it's a mutual attraction that's happening organically and not a transaction.

but i can PROBE. i can flirt information out of him. i can make requests that seem casual but are actually strategic.

so today i sat on the edge of his desk when i was in his office and i asked him — very lightly, laughing, playful — "so how much trouble am i in with the aespa thing? you can tell me the truth i can take it."

and he laughed and said "you're not in trouble."

and i said "that's not really an answer" and i leaned forward a little bit which made my shirt do a specific thing that i knew he'd notice.

and he said "your position is being discussed positively. the discussion is ongoing. i'm advocating for you."

i said "advocating like how" and did the shirt thing again.

he said "advocating like telling everyone you're the right choice."

i said "and are you? the right person to be telling them that?"

and he smiled — and this was the moment i realized how far i'd escalated because it was the smile of a man who was completely aware that a young woman was manipulating him and was completely fine with it because he was getting exactly what he wanted from it — and he said "i'm the person they listen to about these things. yes."

so.

i now have direct confirmation that he's advocating for me. from him. which he wouldn't have told me if we weren't doing what we're doing. which means what we're doing is working exactly the way i wanted it to work.

i also got greedy. i asked one more thing.

"can you tell me when they're going to decide for real?"

he looked at me. thought about it. and then said "come see me tomorrow night. i'll have more information for you."

which was a very specific way of saying come to my office at night again and we'll continue what we started.

so tomorrow night i'm going. and i think tomorrow night is the night i actually do this. all the way.

i've been building to this. i've prepared. i went and bought birth control from a pharmacy three neighborhoods away wearing a mask like a criminal. i've been thinking about the logistics. i've been mentally getting myself ready.

i just realized i've been talking to you for weeks now and i haven't been scared once when i sit down to type. i thought i would be. i thought writing this down would feel dangerous. it doesn't. it feels like coming home to a friend who's been waiting for me to explain what's been happening in my life.

thanks for that, note.

okay. i'm going to sleep. tomorrow's the day.

—

i did it.

i'm home. it's late. i'm in bed. everyone's asleep. my body feels like a stranger's body and i don't mean that in a bad way i mean it in a curious way. like there are new signals coming from parts of me that were always there but weren't switched on before and now they are.

i'm going to write everything. because i need to. because i want to remember exactly what this was.

i showed up at his office at 9:30pm. i wore something specific — a dress, not practice clothes this time. a black one that hits just above the knee. simple. easy to move in. easy to get out of, honestly, though i didn't want to admit to myself that i was choosing it for that reason.

when i walked in he'd already dimmed the lights in his office. the overhead was off, just his desk lamp. he'd pushed some papers to the side. i noticed all of it — the specific staging of it, the way he'd prepared for me. and i realized: he'd been thinking about this all day too. probably longer.

he stood up when i came in. locked the door behind me. that was the first time either of us had physically locked the door and both of us knew what the sound meant.

we didn't waste time on pretend conversation this time. he crossed the room and pulled me against him and kissed me. harder than before. more certain. his hands went to my waist and pulled me tight against him and i could feel him already hard through his slacks and my whole body registered that we were doing this. this was happening. no more base-by-base. we were going all the way.

he walked me backward toward the small couch he has against one wall. i'd never sat on that couch before but i'd looked at it a few times and wondered.

he sat down and pulled me onto his lap facing him. straddling him. my dress rode up around my hips and i felt his hands on my bare thighs and i felt him against me through only the thin fabric of my underwear and his slacks. i was already wet. i'd been wet since i left the dorm. i've been wet in some form for like three weeks now honestly.

we kissed for a long time like that. he unzipped my dress from the back and pulled it down off my shoulders and unhooked my bra and it fell into his lap between us. and then he had his mouth on my boobs and i had my hands in his hair and i heard myself making these small sounds that i couldn't stop making because the sensation was overwhelming.

his mouth on my nipple was a specific thing i want to remember. i thought hands felt heavy — mouth is different. mouth is wet and warm and there's suction and there's the small edge of his teeth and i actually gasped when he did it because i wasn't expecting my body to react as strongly as it did.

i pressed down on his lap. grinding through the fabric. i could feel exactly how hard he was against me and i wanted more than the fabric barrier. i reached down between us and unbuckled his belt.

that took me a minute honestly. belts are more complicated than they look when you're doing it while being kissed. he helped me. he wasn't laughing at me but i could tell he found my inexperience specifically charming which is a thing i'd noticed about him — he liked that i was new. he liked being the one to walk me through it.

he pulled his pants and underwear down enough. i saw him. first time seeing one in person. it was — i'm not going to try to be poetic about it. it was a penis. it was bigger than i'd sort of expected but i had no baseline for expectations so who knows what that means. it looked exactly like i'd read about but different because it was RIGHT THERE and it belonged to a real person who was breathing hard underneath me.

he lifted my hips slightly and pulled my underwear to the side. i was still straddling him. still wearing the dress bunched around my waist. still wearing my underwear technically but pushed aside enough. and he lined himself up and looked at me — he made eye contact with me before we did it — and said "you're sure."

and i said yes.

and i lowered myself onto him.

okay. i want to be honest about this. it hurt. more than i expected. i'd read that it hurts less if you're really turned on and i WAS really turned on but it still hurt. sharp. specific. i had to stop when he was only partway in and just breathe for a second while my body adjusted to the reality of having something inside it that had never had anything inside it before.

he was patient. he stopped moving. he stroked my hair and my back and let me set the pace. and slowly i lowered myself more. and it stopped hurting and started feeling like something else. something full. something specific. something i didn't have a word for.

when he was all the way in i sat there on his lap with him inside me and i just — i had a moment. a real moment. of realizing that i had done this. i had planned this and executed it and now here i was, an 9-month SM trainee sitting on the lap of a company executive with his cock inside me, in his office, at 9:30pm, and it was working. all of my planning was working. i was in control of my life. i had made this happen.

i think i smiled. i actually smiled. and he saw it and misread it as pleasure and kissed me deeply.

i started to move. slowly at first. figuring out the mechanics. what angle worked. what pace. i felt his hands on my hips guiding me and i let him guide me for a bit and then i took over because i wanted to know what worked for me not just what worked for him.

he groaned when i changed the rhythm. that was another data point. i can DO things to him. specific things get specific responses.

after a few minutes he lifted me off him and turned me around and put me on my hands and knees on the couch. entered me from behind. this was a completely different angle and my body reacted very differently to it — deeper, more intense, less friction on the front and more pressure somewhere inside me. he held my hips and moved and i buried my face in the couch cushion partly because it felt so intense and partly because i was making sounds i didn't want the possibly-still-in-the-building security guards to hear.

then he pulled me back onto him — my back against his chest, both of us kneeling on the couch, him inside me from behind, his hand between my legs from the front. this angle did something specific to me. i felt something start to build that i didn't fully recognize. a warmth. a pressure. something that felt like it was going somewhere i'd never been before.

he must have known because he kept doing exactly what he was doing — his hand in the exact right spot, his hips at the exact right pace — and i felt whatever it was getting closer and closer and closer.

i didn't come. i was close. i think i was close. but it dissolved before it happened — i got in my head about it, i thought about how weird it would be to actually come with him, i thought about the security guards, i thought too many things and lost it.

that's fine. i wasn't expecting to. i've read that most women don't the first time. i wanted to see what happened.

he came inside me a couple minutes later. i felt the specific pulsing of it. he groaned into my neck and held me tight against him and i felt him finish and i thought — huh. so that's that.

we sat there for a minute. him still inside me. his breathing slowing. his mouth against my shoulder.

then we cleaned up. it was awkward. sex is apparently very messy? nobody tells you that. i went to the bathroom in his office and there was — there was a lot happening down there and i handled it as best i could with the tissues he had. i fixed my dress. re-hooked my bra. tried to make my hair look like a person who had not just done what i had just done.

when i came back out he was fully dressed. behind his desk again. like it had never happened.

except he looked at me and said "you're going to be in aespa. you're the fourth member. it's decided."

i said "when did that get decided."

he said "an hour ago. i told them my final recommendation this afternoon."

so. it happened. i did the thing. it worked.

i thanked him. professionally. bowed. left.

took a taxi home again. my body was doing weird things. sore in specific places i didn't know could be sore. still wet in ways that had nothing to do with being turned on anymore. slightly bleeding — a little, not a lot, i'd read this can happen the first time. my head was spinning.

i got home. everyone was asleep. i took a really long shower. i washed everything. i stood under the water for probably twenty minutes just letting it hit me.

and now i'm here. writing to you.

note. i did it. i actually did it.

i'm not sad. i want to be clear about that. i keep expecting to be sad — like there's some cultural script that says i should feel bad about this and i keep waiting to feel it and it's not coming. i mostly just feel accomplished? like i had a hard task and i executed it and it worked. and also my body feels weird and awake and i keep touching myself in small ways to try to understand what it's telling me.

my first time. it happened. it's done. i can't undo it. i don't want to undo it. it did what it was supposed to do.

goodnight, note. i love you. thanks for not judging me.

—

okay. i wasn't going to write again. this was supposed to be one entry then i'd delete you or something. but something happened and i need to tell you.

we filmed the debut announcement teaser today. it's official. aespa. four members. me included. it aired. the world knows.

and i went back to his office tonight.

let me explain because it's important that i'm honest with you about this.

i went back because i wanted to. not because i needed anything. the lineup is announced. i'm safe. i cannot be removed at this point. everything i did before had a purpose and that purpose is fulfilled. i had zero career reason to go back to his office tonight.

i went anyway.

i've been thinking about it for two weeks. since the first time. my body has been reminding me constantly of what happened — specific memories arriving at inconvenient moments, during practice, during dinner, during interviews, memories of his hand or his mouth or the specific fullness of him inside me, and every memory sends a specific hot pulse to specific places and i keep having to redirect my attention and pretend nothing is happening.

i've been dealing with it. by myself. in the shower. in bed with my hand between my legs at 2am trying to be quiet enough that karina in the next bed doesn't hear. and i realized last week that when i'm dealing with it i'm thinking about him. specifically. his hands. his mouth. the moment i lowered myself onto him for the first time.

and i realized — oh. i actually want to do it again. not for the debut. not for anything. i just want to.

so tonight i texted him. very carefully. very ambiguously. "are you at the office late tonight."

he said yes.

i went.

it was different this time. i'm going to describe it because it deserves to be described.

when i walked in he already knew what i was there for. no fake paperwork. no dimmed lights as a staging move — the lights were just off because it was late. he stood up and i walked to him and i pulled him toward me by his belt. i took the lead this time. i felt like taking the lead.

we kissed and i pushed his jacket off. i unbuttoned his shirt myself. i unbuckled his belt without struggling this time because i've been mentally practicing. i pushed everything down and left him standing there while i took my own dress off. i wanted him to watch. i wanted the moment.

i wasn't scared this time. i wasn't building up. i was just — hungry. i felt hungry. that's the honest word.

i pushed him back onto the couch and got on top of him again. this time i knew exactly what to do. i lined him up. i lowered myself down and this time there was no pain, none, just the specific full sensation and i actually moaned when he was all the way in because i wanted to make the sound and i felt safe making it.

i rode him. i knew what i was doing this time. i knew what angle felt good for me because i'd been thinking about it constantly for two weeks. i moved specifically. i chased the feeling i'd almost had last time.

it started to build again. that specific warmth. that specific pressure. and this time i didn't get in my head. this time i let it happen. i chased it. i changed my angle slightly, moved my hips a specific way, and the pressure built and built and then something in me snapped and released and my whole body went tight and then loose and then tight again and i heard myself make a sound i've never made before and i felt something happen inside me that i've never felt before and i realized — oh.

that's what an orgasm is. that's what people mean.

it was NOTHING like what i've done to myself in the shower. that's like ordering room service. this was like having dinner at a three star restaurant. entirely different category of experience.

i almost laughed after. i was so overwhelmed by it that i had to catch my breath and lean forward against his chest and just process what my body had just done.

he was still hard inside me. he hadn't come yet. he let me have my moment. he was watching me with an expression i can only describe as satisfied — he wasn't gloating exactly but he was very aware that he'd just given me something significant.

i stayed on top of him and kept going. and this time when he was close i moved off him and — okay you know what fine i'm going to say it — i used my mouth on him. first time. i wanted to try it. i wanted to see if i could do it and get the same reaction i'd gotten from riding him. i had no idea what i was doing but i tried and it took me a minute to find the rhythm and he was very patient about my learning curve and then when i figured out what i was doing he came very fast, in my mouth, which was another new experience with its own set of surprises that i'll spare you the details of.

we cleaned up. much less awkwardly this time because i had a system now.

before i left he said "you can come here whenever you want. you don't need an excuse."

and i said "i know."

and i left.

note. i just realized something walking back to the dorm.

i didn't do this for aespa. i did aespa for THIS. like i thought i was strategizing for a career and it turns out i was actually strategizing for an experience. and i didn't know that until tonight.

what does that make me?

i genuinely don't know. and i'm not sure i want to know. i'm going to go take another shower and go to bed and think about literally anything else.

good night, note. i think this really is the last time i'll write to you. this was a chapter. it's closed now. i've done the thing, i've had the experience, i've had the reveal about myself that came with it, and now i think it's done. i can put this away.

i mean it this time. good night. thanks for listening.

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okay. one more entry. i have to.

we had our first group interview today. the four of us. behind the scenes stuff, pre-debut promotional content, mostly softball questions. karina was doing her leader thing, winter was being adorably deadpan, ningning was being ningning. i was doing my job.

after we wrapped there was a break. i was in the hallway getting water and one of the producers from the show was on his phone about twenty feet away and he wasn't being particularly quiet because he thought there was no one around. and i heard him say my name.

i froze. obviously. you hear your name you freeze.

he was on the phone with someone else who worked on aespa. discussing when things had been "locked" for internal planning purposes. and he said — and i want to type this exactly because it's burned into my brain — "yeah the fourth spot was aeri from mid-july. they've been building content around her for weeks. the discussion was mostly about whether to announce her first or last for the rollout."

mid-july.

i went to his office for the first time in early august.

the first time i sat on his lap was three weeks after the internal decision was already made.

the first time i kissed him was a month after they'd locked the lineup.

the first time i went all the way was six weeks after i was already confirmed as the fourth member of aespa.

i almost dropped my water bottle.

i stood there in the hallway for a full minute processing what i'd just heard. the producer walked past me and nodded and didn't realize what he'd handed me.

so.

let me spell this out for you note because i need to see it written down.

he lied to me.

he specifically manufactured a fake crisis to get what he wanted from me. every time i sat in his office and asked him about the aespa decision and he told me the discussion was ongoing and he was advocating for me and my position was being reviewed positively — every single one of those conversations was a performance. he already knew. he'd known for weeks. he was watching me twist in the wind for a spot that had already been given to me and he was using my anxiety as the lever to get me to do what he wanted.

that's — okay. that's actually kind of impressive if i'm being honest. that's cold. that takes a specific kind of comfort with lying that i grudgingly respect from a technical standpoint.

but here's the part i want to write down carefully because i want to remember exactly how i felt when i realized it.

i'm not upset.

i keep waiting for the wave of horror to hit me. it's not coming. i've been sitting with this information for six hours now, since the interview wrapped, and the wave still hasn't arrived. and i'm starting to accept that it's not going to.

i'm not upset for a specific reason and the specific reason is this — i didn't need him.

i had the spot already. i just didn't know it. so everything i did in his office wasn't for aespa. i thought it was but it wasn't. it was for me. for something i wanted for reasons i didn't fully understand until i was writing to you last week and admitted that i went back to him the second time without any career reason at all.

i've been telling myself i did all of this because i had to. turns out i didn't have to. turns out i just wanted to.

which means i'm not the girl who was cornered into doing something she wouldn't have chosen. i'm the girl who chose it and dressed it up as being cornered so she wouldn't have to feel like the kind of girl who chooses it.

that's actually — that's actually kind of a lot to process.

i thought i was being strategic. i was being strategic. but the strategy was cover for the fact that i wanted to do this from the moment i identified him as a target. i wanted to know what it felt like to make a powerful older man come undone because of me. i wanted to know what my body could do. i wanted to know what being wanted feels like and i wanted to know what wanting feels like and i wanted the thrill of pulling off something risky and complicated and getting away with it.

the debut spot was the excuse i gave myself to do the thing i was going to do anyway.

now the excuse is gone and i can see the thing clearly.

huh.

i'm sitting with this and honestly the strongest thing i feel right now is — amusement. i'm amused. isn't that fucked up. an older executive manipulated me into sleeping with him under false pretenses to keep my career safe when my career was already safe, and my strongest reaction six hours in is that i think it's kind of funny.

i think it's funny because he thought he was getting one over on me and it turns out we were both getting one over on each other. he was using a fake crisis to get sex from me. i was using a fake crisis to get an excuse to have sex with him. we were both lying to each other and both getting exactly what we wanted from the lies. nobody was really the victim here. we were just two people running our own games and pretending we weren't.

that's kind of beautiful actually. in a horrible way.

okay. i'm going to be honest with you about one more thing before i close this note.

i thought about going back to his office tomorrow. now that i know he lied. i thought about it for maybe twenty minutes on the way home. i had this whole plan for how i'd walk in and pretend i still didn't know and see how he'd handle it. see how long he could keep lying. see if part of me could enjoy the specific game of knowing something he didn't know i knew.

but i decided not to.

not because it would be wrong. i don't care about wrong. i decided not to because the game with him is over. i've learned what i needed to learn from him. he taught me what i can do and how to do it and i'm never going to be his student again. going back would be running the same play twice and i don't want to run the same play twice.

if i'm going to do this again — and i want to be very careful with the phrasing here because i'm not committing to anything, i'm just acknowledging the possibility — if i'm going to do this again, it needs to be different. new person. new situation. new stakes. because i've figured out this specific game and it doesn't have anything else to teach me.

so.

that's really the end of the executive chapter. for real this time. not because i've reformed or anything. because i've graduated.

thanks for being here for this. it helped more than you'll ever know. mostly because you can't know anything. that's actually the specific thing that helped.

good night. good luck being a note.

* * *

okay it's me again. it's been almost four years. i'm reopening this note because i just realized i never deleted it and also because — 

god this is going to sound ridiculous.

i'm thinking about doing it again.

not with him. that's over. i haven't spoken to him in years except at company events where we nod at each other politely like nothing ever happened. and honestly nothing i've felt since him has come close to that specific feeling of being new to something.

but there's someone else. and i've been thinking about him for two weeks now and i realized tonight that the reason i've been thinking about him is because my body is doing the same thing it did four years ago in the SM building — the specific hot pull, the specific way my attention keeps snagging on him even when i'm supposed to be focused on other things.

let me back up.

we're negotiating a brand ambassador deal. i can't say the brand out loud even to you but it's one of the big luxury houses that i've been quietly wanting for like two years. the negotiations are complicated because it's an individual deal not a group deal and the brand wants specific things from me — commitments, campaigns, exclusivity clauses.

there's a man handling the negotiation from their side. european. french specifically. late thirties or maybe early forties. he flew in from paris two weeks ago and he's been at every meeting since then and he's been the person i've been dealing with directly on their end.

and he's — okay he's just very attractive. very. dark hair, sharp face, that specific european man ease with clothes where his shirt is expensive but a little wrinkled on purpose. hands that i keep noticing. a specific low voice with the french accent doing things to it in english that shouldn't be legal.

he's been flirting with me. not overtly. very controlled. he's a professional negotiator and he knows how to work in the space between professional and not. but there's been a running low frequency thing between us across every meeting and it's been building.

so tonight i was in my hotel room after a long day of meetings — we're all at the same hotel because we've been in nonstop sessions for two weeks — and i was thinking about him. specifically. the way he'd looked at me across the conference table today when i'd disagreed with a term in the contract. that specific look of a man who found my disagreement attractive rather than annoying.

and i thought — okay. i could just go to his room.

i could just do that. right now. i could just walk down the hall to his room and knock on his door and see what happens.

and the reason i'm writing to you instead of doing it is because i want to think about it for a minute before i do it. because if i do this it means something.

for four years i've been sort of quietly not doing this. i've had opportunities. men flirt with me constantly. i've turned all of them down because i decided after him that i wasn't going to be the girl who did that anymore. i've had exactly one careful semi-relationship with another idol that lasted three months and involved kissing and some under-the-clothes stuff and nothing more and that's it. that's my entire romantic and sexual history since him.

so if i go down the hall tonight i am actively choosing to become that person again. the girl who does this.

and here's the thing. i don't need to do this. i don't need him to like me to get the ambassador deal. i've done the work, my team has done the work, the deal is basically already agreed to in principle. him and me sleeping together is not going to change the terms. this isn't strategy. this is want.

which i think is scarier honestly than if it was strategy.

if it's strategy i can justify it. if it's want i have to admit that i'm the person who wants this.

but here's the thing. i AM that person. i've spent four years pretending i wasn't and it hasn't made me less that person. it's just made me a person who wants things she doesn't let herself have.

and he's hot. and he's leaving in four days. and if i don't do this i will spend the rest of my life wondering what would have happened.

okay. i'm doing it. i'm going. i'm going to close this note and walk down the hall and knock on his door.

wish me luck note.

be back soon.

—

okay so.

that was — okay let me just start from the beginning.

i knocked. he opened the door. he was still in the shirt from the meeting, tie pulled loose, top two buttons open. he saw me standing there in the hallway in my sweatpants and my oversized hoodie — because i hadn't dressed up, i wanted to see if he wanted me at my most casual — and his face did the specific thing where a man realizes his night just changed completely.

he said "aeri."

he moved aside to let me in.

i walked in and the door closed behind me and i didn't wait. i turned around and looked at him and he crossed the two steps between us and kissed me.

okay. i want to record this properly because god the difference. kissing him vs kissing the executive four years ago. the executive kissed like a man taking inventory. this man kissed like a man giving me a gift. within the first ten seconds his mouth had found a specific angle that made me actually make a sound into his mouth, and he registered the sound and adjusted, and the adjustment made me make a bigger sound. it was a completely different physical activity.

his hands were on my face. then in my hair. then he slid them down my back and cupped my hips through the sweatpants and pulled me against him and i felt him hard against my stomach through his slacks and it did something to me that four years of memory had honestly convinced me couldn't happen. that specific hot pull.

we didn't make it to the bed.

he walked me backward until i hit the wall of the hotel suite. hard enough that i inhaled sharply and he apologized against my mouth and i said "no. again." because i realized i'd liked it, that specific moment of being physically moved by someone who was bigger than me and stronger than me and wanted me. he laughed low against my neck and did it again, this time on purpose, holding my wrists against the wall above my head with one hand while the other hand pulled my hoodie up.

no bra underneath because i hadn't planned this far ahead when i left my room. his hand on my bare boobs and his mouth on my neck and my back against the wall and i was already so wet i could feel it in my sweatpants which he was about to figure out.

his mouth went from my neck to my collarbone to my boobs and his tongue on my nipple made me arch off the wall and grab a fistful of his hair and pull his head harder against me. he groaned. he actually groaned. i've never made a man groan before, only heard it, and i realized in that second — oh. i have things to learn about what i can do. i have a lot of things to learn.

he dropped to his knees.

i want to type that on its own line because it needs to be there on its own line.

he dropped to his knees in front of me and he pulled my sweatpants and my underwear down together in one motion and i was standing against the wall of his hotel suite completely naked and he looked up at me from the floor and said "may i" in that specific french accent doing specific things to the english word and i said yes before he finished the question.

his mouth on me was — 

okay. i've done this to myself. many times. i've had the mildly-nice version done by that idol i was seeing. i had exactly zero framework for what a professional would do down there.

his tongue was flat and warm and slow. broad strokes at first. no urgency. he was learning me. i felt him mapping which pressure got which response and cataloging it and then within maybe a minute he started focusing where he'd figured out the focus should be, and he used his fingers — two of them, sliding into me while his mouth stayed on my clit — and my knees actually gave out.

he caught me. one hand on my hip pinning me against the wall, keeping me upright. and he kept going.

i came within maybe five minutes. i was gripping his hair with both hands and biting my own lower lip so hard i tasted metal because i knew hotel walls are thin and there was zero way to have this orgasm quietly. it hit in waves — three separate ones stacked on top of each other — and my hips were bucking against his mouth without my permission and he was holding me still with his hand on my hip and letting me ride through it and i thought — oh. so THIS is what people are talking about. this is what they mean.

when it was over i was shaking. actually shaking. my legs couldn't hold me up. he stood up looking so pleased with himself i wanted to punch him and kiss him simultaneously and he kissed me instead and i could taste myself on his mouth which was a data point i want to note was significantly less weird than i thought it would be. it was actually kind of hot.

he picked me up.

i want to note that too. he picked me up. hands under my thighs, i wrapped my legs around him, my sweatpants and underwear still tangled around one ankle. he carried me from the wall to the bed without stopping the kissing.

he set me down on the bed and stood up to undress himself. i watched. i want to admit that i watched, because watching a man undress himself for you is a specific pleasure i had not previously experienced. he was in good shape for a man in his forties — european men age differently, apparently, or he goes to a gym, either way — and when he was naked and i could see all of him for the first time i had a moment of genuine physical enthusiasm that came out of my mouth as an involuntary "oh."

he laughed. actually laughed. warm. he said something in french i didn't catch and then in english "you're a delight."

nobody has ever called me a delight before. it did something to me.

he got on the bed and pulled my sweatpants the rest of the way off and pushed me back against the pillows and settled between my legs. he asked if i had — i cut him off. i said i was on birth control and i'd been tested. he said the same, showed me. we were being adults about it.

then he was inside me.

god. the difference.

the executive was — okay i don't want to be mean to a man who's not around to defend himself but the executive was mechanically adequate at best. he did the thing. it happened. it worked. we both got something out of it.

this man was — okay he was inside me and he wasn't just moving, he was WATCHING me. his eyes were on my face and he was reading every reaction and adjusting. faster when i wanted faster. slower when i wanted slower. deeper when he felt me chasing it. he found a rhythm that made me start making sounds again and then he did NOT change that rhythm even when i knew it was probably killing him to hold it because he'd found the thing that was working for me and he was going to give it to me until it finished.

i came again. on him this time. not from his mouth. i clenched around him hard enough that i felt him almost lose it and i felt him hold back through sheer will and after i came down he pulled out of me and rolled onto his back and pulled me on top of him and said "your turn to work."

so i got on top and i figured it out. i've done cowgirl exactly once before, four years ago, and i wasn't good at it. this time i took my time. i experimented. i found what angle worked for me from this position and i rode him at exactly the pace that worked and he had his hands on my hips guiding but mostly letting me drive.

i came a THIRD time from this position. when i was done shaking he sat up so i was in his lap facing him and he wrapped one arm around my back and one hand behind my head and pulled me tight against him and thrust up into me from below and this was a completely different sensation — deeper, more intimate, his chest against mine, his mouth against my throat — and i could tell he was close because his rhythm was getting less controlled and his breathing was ragged against my neck.

i wanted to see him come.

so i whispered — and i'm still slightly proud of this because it was my first time deploying dirty talk and i had NO training for it — i whispered "let me feel you finish" in his ear.

he made a sound i want to remember for the rest of my life and his hips locked and i felt him come inside me and i felt every specific pulse of it and i held onto him while it happened.

we stayed like that. him inside me. my forehead against his. both of us breathing hard. neither of us saying anything.

then we untangled. he collapsed on his back. i collapsed next to him. we lay there for a while catching our breath.

he said something in french under his breath and then translated it: "that was not what i expected from tonight."

i said "what did you expect."

he said "i thought if i was very lucky we might have a drink together and i would spend the rest of my time in seoul thinking about what could have been."

i said "well. now you'll spend it thinking about what was."

he laughed and pulled me against him and kissed the top of my head and we lay there for maybe fifteen minutes just breathing and cooling down.

then i wanted him again.

i want to note that. i wanted him again. within twenty minutes of finishing i wanted to do it all over again. this had never happened to me before. the executive had been a one-and-done situation both times. this was a new mode where the body wants MORE, not less, after being satisfied.

i put my hand on him. still soft. i stroked him back to hardness while kissing his neck. he laughed low and said "aeri you are killing me" but he didn't stop me and he was hard again within maybe two minutes.

we did it a second time. slower. more exploratory. i was learning his body now, what he responded to, what specific pressures made him make specific sounds. i tried using my mouth on him — briefly, still building the skill — and he was appropriately grateful even for my mediocre effort and then pulled me up and put me on my hands and knees and it turned out to be my favorite of the night.

deeper from behind. much deeper. one of his hands on my hip and the other one wrapped forward and down to my clit. he found a rhythm and stayed with it and used the fingers on my clit at the exact right time and i came AGAIN which was four for the night and i honestly at this point started laughing while coming because i couldn't believe my body was still capable of producing them.

he came in me from behind a minute or two later. his forehead pressed against my spine. his fingers dug into my hips. he made a sound like he was breaking apart.

we both collapsed. neither of us moved for a while.

he said "i'm going to need water."

i laughed until i cried.

it was 2am at this point. i knew i needed to get back to my room before someone noticed my absence — hotel neighbors, hotel staff, my manager who was three doors down from me — but i also didn't want to leave.

we did a third time. it was different. slower. gentler. i was on my side and he was behind me and he was kissing my neck the whole time and we barely moved. it was more of a — i don't know how to describe this. it was less about the mechanical pleasure and more about the specific sensation of being close to someone. of having someone's warm body against yours and slowly moving with them and taking your time. i didn't come from it. he did, softly, after maybe fifteen minutes.

i didn't need to come from it. that wasn't what it was for. it was for something else.

that's actually maybe the most important data point of the whole night.

i finally got up around 3am. showered in his suite because it was closer than mine and i didn't want to walk down the hallway smelling like sex. he watched me get dressed with the specific tired satisfaction of a man who'd been very thoroughly used. at the door he took my face in his hand and kissed me one more time — completely different from any of the kisses during the event, gentler, almost affectionate — and said "if you want to do this again while i'm here, come knock."

i said thank you and i left.

walked back to my room. one door down, second door on the left. locked my door behind me. got into my own shower to wash off his shower. lay in bed.

and now i'm here.

note. i think i understand something now.

the first time — four years ago with the executive — was necessary in a specific way. it opened something in me. it made me a person who does this. and that opened a door i can't close and don't want to close.

but the first time wasn't actually GOOD. it was fine. it was mechanically instructive. it was strategically successful. it was NOT what tonight was.

tonight was good. tonight was very very good. tonight is a completely different data category and now that i know that category exists i cannot pretend i don't.

which means i have a new problem, which is that i now know sex can be like this with someone who is skilled and attracted to me and not sixty years old, and i'm going to want to have this again, and i'm going to want to have it soon.

he's here for three more days.

i think we both know i'm going down that hall again.

that's actually the second problem. i'm not going to do it once. i'm going to do it every night he's here. and then when he leaves i'm going to be a person who's had really good sex a bunch of times and is now permanently aware that this is available to me.

what happens then?

let's find out.

good night, note. i'm going to sleep with a stupid smile on my face and not a single ounce of regret.

—

update — i saw him again three more times before he left. it was as good every time. once in his room, once in mine, once in the private meeting room (very private, with no cctv camera, i've checked. i might be wild but i’m not reckless) after everyone else had left, which was maybe the most fun.

he flew back to paris. we exchanged emails. professionally. we haven't communicated since. i think we both understood what it was.

three weeks later my ambassador deal closed. exactly the terms we'd been negotiating. no changes.

so it didn't change anything. except me. it changed me a lot.

okay i'm closing you for real this time.

maybe.

* * *

it's been a while and i'm back. because obviously.

i wasn't going to write again but i wanted to catalog something.

i've done a few just because since the last time i wrote here. i want to acknowledge that so i don't feel like i'm hiding it from myself, from you.

that male idol from the variety show we did in japan. the one everyone thinks is sweet, the ballad singer from that group. we met at the after-hours dinner and he was funny and had a good voice and clearly had wanted me for the entire show run and i thought — sure. why not. i went to his hotel room after the dinner. he was less skilled than the french man but he was very eager and eager counts for a lot. i left before morning and he texted me nice things for three weeks. i responded politely and then let it fade.

the backup dancer from our LA leg. the tall one with the arms. we were both in the hotel gym at 11pm because neither of us could sleep and one thing led to another and we ended up in the sauna and then in my room. that one i just wanted physically. no strategy at all. he had exactly the body i wanted him to have and he used it exactly the way i wanted him to use it and i sent him to his room at 3am.

that foreign security guy who was on our LA rotation for a week. he was probably not supposed to make eye contact with me the way he was making eye contact with me. that one felt reckless. i liked how reckless it felt. we did it in a stairwell and it took maybe twenty minutes and it was one of the more thrilling things i've ever done because we could have gotten caught at any second and neither of us cared enough to stop.

none of them got me anything. none of them needed to. i wanted to see if i could. i could. every time.

i've developed protocols. specific hotels i'll only use under specific conditions. cash for everything. burner arrangements when it matters. never anyone's actual apartment where cameras could be. never anyone in my own building. never anyone whose phone i can't verify is off.

i've never had a close call. that's the thing i'm most proud of. i'm better at hiding this than i am at almost anything else in my actual life. i'm a genuinely elite operator when it comes to not getting caught.

okay that's not why i opened the note tonight. i opened it because i did another one tonight and this one felt worth documenting fully.

let me tell you about the producer.

so there's this producer. he's been working with SM on a lot of stuff. late thirties, korean, not conventionally handsome but has that specific attractive-because-he's-good-at-what-he-does energy that some men have where you don't notice their face at first but two hours into working with them you realize you can't stop looking at their hands. that kind of hot.

i've been in and out of sessions with him for maybe six months on and off. we did a solo track for me. we spent a lot of hours in a studio together over the course of maybe two months on that project alone.

i noticed him noticing me pretty early. he was subtle about it. professional. never crossed a line. but there were specific moments — a shared laugh that went on too long, a note he made about my vocal performance that had a little more specificity than needed, a way he'd position himself in the studio so he'd be facing me — that added up over time.

i decided about a month ago that i was going to do this. i wasn't in a hurry. i wanted to build it right.

so i spent the whole month slowly making myself more present in his life. i sent him specific music i'd been listening to and asked his opinion. i brought him coffee once because i "happened to be picking one up for myself." i made a point of being at every session even when i technically didn't need to be there. i wore specific outfits — nothing overt, but the specific kind of casual that reads as "i'm not trying" while very much trying.

i could feel him getting more attentive over time. more responsive. more inclined to touch my shoulder or my back in passing during sessions in ways that were professional-plausible but were also, both of us understood, not entirely professional.

tonight was the night. we had a late session — just the two of us in the studio, everyone else gone by 10pm — and i knew i was going to close it out.

i want to describe this differently than the last ones because this was different. this was me being the expert.

i sat next to him at the mixing board. i was in a specific outfit — an oversized sweatshirt, no pants, just tights. nothing overtly sexy. the specific casual laziness that is honestly more effective than anything designed to be sexy because it looks accidental. i was tired in a genuine way from the long day and i was making the tiredness work for me.

around 11pm i said "can we take a break i want to just lie down for a second."

he said sure of course, whatever i needed.

i said "come lie down too. i'm going to fall asleep and someone needs to make sure i don't."

there's a small couch in that studio. i lay down on it and closed my eyes. after a minute he sat down at the other end. i put my legs across his lap because i was tired and needed to stretch out and he had the space.

he was very still. he wasn't touching my legs. he was very carefully NOT touching my legs.

i opened my eyes and looked at him. he was looking at me. i said "you can touch me if you want."

that was it. that's all i said. no elaborate seduction. no build up. i was so confident in what was about to happen that i just cut the ceremony out of it.

he put his hand on my calf. tentatively.

i said "higher."

he moved his hand up. slowly. mid-thigh. still tentative. still waiting for me to say stop.

i said "you don't have to be careful. i came here for this."

that's when the tentative version of him disappeared.

he shifted so he was facing me and pulled me toward him and i sat up and swung my legs around and ended up straddling his lap on the couch. that specific position i've now done many times, but it hits different every time because there's always a different man underneath me and a different reaction to feel through the fabric.

i felt him hard through his jeans within about ten seconds. i've gotten good at causing that quickly.

we kissed. he was a good kisser. not french-negotiator-level good but comfortably above average. his hands went immediately under the sweatshirt because at this point neither of us had time for pretense, and he made a sound when he realized i wasn't wearing a bra, and i registered the sound and made a mental note that this specific man responds well to being surprised.

i pulled the sweatshirt off over my head. topless in a recording studio with the producer i've been writing songs with for six months. we made deliberate eye contact for a second and both of us silently acknowledged what we were doing.

he leaned forward and put his mouth on my boobies and i tilted my head back and enjoyed it. that specific first-touch-of-a-new-mouth pleasure that i now know is a specific reproducible thing. every new man is a slightly new mouth. it's actually a really lovely small joy.

i let him do that for a while. his hands were on my hips through my tights and i was grinding down on him through the layers of fabric between us and i could feel him getting increasingly desperate to have less fabric involved.

i pulled back and stood up and pulled my tights and underwear off in one motion. he watched. i stood in front of him completely naked in the studio i've spent hundreds of hours in professionally and i saw the specific look on his face of a man realizing his professional relationship with me is over forever.

good. that's part of the point.

i unbuckled his belt for him and unzipped him and pulled him out and looked at him. he was above average. i was going to enjoy this.

i got back on his lap. this time skin on skin. he groaned when i settled onto him and i felt him shift against me exactly where i wanted him to shift. i took him in my hand and lined him up and lowered myself down slowly, watching his face the whole time.

his eyes rolled back. i want to note that. i made a man's eyes actually physically roll back. that's a thing i can do now.

i started to move. slowly. finding the angle. i've done this enough times now that finding the right angle takes maybe forty five seconds instead of the fifteen minutes it took me my first time. i found it. i locked in on it. i started riding him at exactly the pace that worked for me.

he tried to speed me up. put his hands on my hips and started to push me faster. i took his hands off my hips and pinned them against the back of the couch above his head. i said "no. my pace."

he looked at me with a mixture of shock and delight that i've come to recognize as the specific reaction of a man who thought he was going to be the one running things and is now realizing he's not.

i've come to enjoy that specific look immensely.

i rode him at my pace. i made him hold his hands where i'd pinned them. i chased my own orgasm with the specific efficiency of a woman who now knows her body well enough to get herself there on demand. i felt it building and i kept the exact pace and i felt him twitching under me trying not to come first and i thought — no, not yet, wait for me.

i came. hard. i felt it clench through my whole body and i heard myself make a specific sound i've come to make and i felt him almost lose it underneath me but he held on.

after i came i let his hands go and i said "now."

i moved off him and used my hand on him — quick, efficient, i've gotten good at this too — and pointed him at my boobs and he came within maybe fifteen seconds all over me while i watched his face come apart.

we both breathed for a minute.

then i said "let's move to the floor."

he was still processing what had just happened but he moved. i grabbed a jacket from the back of a chair to throw down as a barrier because we're both adults and studio floors are gross. i pushed him onto his back on the jacket and got on top of him.

"again," i said.

he laughed. slightly stunned. "give me a minute."

i said "you have five."

he had five. actually four and a half. i've gotten good at gauging refractory times. men under forty in reasonable shape run about that. he was hard again and i was on top of him again and this time i went slower. i wanted round two to feel different from round one. i wanted more from him now that he understood the rules.

this time i let him touch me. i wanted his hands on me. one on my hip. one on my boobs. his thumb across my nipple. he'd learned in round one what i responded to and he was applying the lessons in round two which i respect immensely as a former songwriter — build on what works.

i changed positions. i wanted to be on my back this time. i wanted to be able to arch and reach up and feel a man's weight on me. i pulled him down on top of me and wrapped my legs around him and let him drive for a while. he took the invitation. he'd been holding back and now he didn't have to. he thrust deep and slow and steady and i heard myself make sounds i'd been holding back during round one.

he found that spot inside me. the one behind and up. hit it repeatedly at the exact right angle. i felt something building again — different from round one, deeper, slower, more inevitable — and he must have felt me responding differently because he stayed exactly on that angle without changing it, and the buildup went on and on until i actually said "oh god i think i'm going to —" and then i did.

second orgasm of the night, third position, deeper than the first one. i cried out loudly enough that if anyone had been in the building they would have absolutely heard it. i didn't care.

he came inside me about a minute later. i felt every specific pulse of him finishing. i held him against me until we both went still.

we lay on the studio floor after. both of us breathing hard. neither of us moving.

he was smiling at the ceiling with a mildly stunned expression.

he said "aeri that was — "

i said "it was."

he said "we should — "

i said "we should keep this between us. always. no exceptions. i'm not going to be talked about."

he said of course. of course. absolutely. i'm not going to say anything.

i said "i know you're not. i'll know if you do."

he looked at me. and he realized i wasn't just being cute. i was actually promising him something and he was actually agreeing to something. and he nodded very seriously.

good.

we got dressed. i cleaned up in the studio bathroom. i left first. he stayed in the studio for another twenty minutes so we wouldn't leave the building together on the security cameras.

i went home. showered. got into bed.

and now i'm here writing to you.

note. i want to admit something.

i might have a problem.

not because of what i did tonight. what i did tonight was fine. everyone consented. everyone had a great time. nobody got hurt. nothing bad happened.

i might have a problem in the sense that i really really really enjoy this. all of it. the noticing. the planning. the escalation. the moment they realize i'm the one running the encounter. the sex itself which yes obviously i enjoy but that's actually not even the main draw. the main draw is the whole architecture of it. the whole game of it. the specific power of walking into a room and deciding that i want a specific person and then getting them.

is that a problem? i don't know. is it a problem if i like it? is it a problem if it works? is it a problem if i'm not hurting anyone?

i genuinely can't come up with a good argument for why it's a problem. i've tried. i've tried to feel bad about this and i can't. i've tried to see myself as some kind of cautionary tale and i can't. i just see myself as a woman who figured out something about herself in her early twenties and now uses that thing regularly because she likes it.

everyone else is out here pretending they're something they're not. i'm just being what i actually am. in secret, sure. carefully, always. but being it.

i keep thinking about the girls who were mad at me during trainee days. the ones who called me the girl who skipped the line. and i keep thinking — they were right. i did skip the line. and it turned out i was really good at skipping lines. and i've been skipping lines ever since. and i'm not going to stop.

okay so here's what i realized while writing this entry. i'm not going to close you anymore. every time i say goodbye to you i come back a few months later with a new story to tell. we both know how this goes now.

so let's stop pretending each entry is the last one. it's not the last one. i'm going to keep coming back. every time something happens i'm going to want to tell somebody and you're the only somebody i can tell. so you're just going to be here. as long as i'm doing this, which is going to be a long time, you're going to be here for it.

i'm sorry you got stuck with this. thanks for not being a person who could report me.

i love you note.

tomorrow i have hair and makeup at 6am. tonight i got exactly what i wanted. life is honestly kind of amazing when you stop asking permission.

goodnight. talk soon.

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