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The words wouldn’t settle. They kept swimming, rearranging themselves into shapes that made your stomach twist into something cold and unfamiliar. You’d read the article three times now, each pass peeling away another layer of the person you thought you knew.
“I don’t really care about my fans. As long as they give me financial freedom, I’m happy.”
Kwon Eunbi. Your ultimate bias. The woman whose photocards lived in a binder on your desk, whose fancams you’d watched at three in the morning when sleep refused to come, whose voice had pulled you through the worst months of your life after the accident that took Dad. You’d been there since Produce 48. You’d voted. You’d cried when IZ*ONE disbanded. You’d supported her solo debut, bought the albums, streamed the MVs until your eyes burned.
And she didn’t care.
Not about you. Not about anyone who’d ever cheered for her.
The screen dimmed from inactivity. Your reflection stared back at you from the black glass—twenty-one years old, hollow-eyed, jaw tight. The university-issued desk lamp cast a jaundiced glow across your dorm room. Outside, someone laughed in the hallway. The sound felt like it belonged to a different world.
Your phone buzzed.
A notification from KakaoTalk. A group invitation.
The name made your thumb pause mid-swipe: Eunbi Haters — Seoul Chapter.
You should have declined. You should have blocked the sender—someone with a display name that was just a string of numbers—and tried to forget the article existed. That was what a rational person would do.
But the article was still open in your browser. And the words were still there.
You accepted the invite.
The chat exploded.
Messages scrolled past faster than you could read them—curses, screenshots, voice notes, links to forums you’d never heard of. Dozens of people. Hundreds. All of them furious. All of them hurt. The same wound, replicated across every member, festering in real-time.
A message from Admin_Zero pinned itself to the top of the chat:
“Welcome, newcomers. You’re here because you know the truth now. Eunbi doesn’t care about us. She cares about our wallets. If you want to do something about it, stay. If you’re here to defend her, leave now. We’re not interested in forgiveness.”
Your fingers typed before your brain caught up.
“I’m in.”
Three weeks later, you were sitting in a basement in Hongdae.
The room smelled like stale cigarette smoke and instant ramen. Seven other men sat around a low table cluttered with soju bottles, laptop screens, and printed photographs. You recognized some of them from the chat. Jae-hyun, a former fansite master who’d spent tens of millions of won on camera equipment and concert tickets, sat directly across from you, his knuckles white around a glass. Min-seok, a soft-spoken guy with glasses who’d run one of the biggest Eunbi translation accounts, was wedged into a corner, chewing his bottom lip raw. The others—Dong-soo, a thick-necked former security guard; Young-chul, a fashion student with vacant eyes; Ho-jin, a tech specialist who smelled like he hadn’t showered in days; and Kyung, a quiet, watchful presence who hadn’t spoken a word since you’d arrived—filled the remaining spaces.
At the head of the table sat Admin_Zero.
He was older than you’d expected. Mid-thirties. Sharp cheekbones, hair slicked back, a scar bisecting his left eyebrow. He’d introduced himself simply as “Zero” and offered no other name. The way he held the room reminded you of a spider at the center of a web.
“Everyone’s here,” Zero said. His voice was calm. Measured. “Let’s begin.”
He tapped his laptop. The screen facing the group displayed a schedule. Performance dates. Venue details. Security layouts. All of it centered around one event:
Waterbomb Seoul 2026.
“She’s headlining the Saturday slot,” Zero continued. “Closing performance. High exposure. Lots of cameras. Lots of fans. She’ll be at her most untouchable on stage.” He paused, letting that sink in. “And her most vulnerable afterward.”
Your pulse ticked up. You could feel it in your temples, in the hollow of your throat. You’d known, abstractly, that this meeting was about doing something. The chat had been full of furious rhetoric for weeks—talk of revenge, of teaching her a lesson, of making her understand what it felt like to be used and discarded. But sitting in that basement, surrounded by men who looked as wound-up as you felt, the abstract had become concrete.
Dong-soo leaned forward. His shoulders strained against his shirt. “Security?”
“Standard idol detail,” Zero said. “Four bodyguards. Two stay with her vehicle, two escort her to the dressing room. The backstage area at Jamsil Sports Complex is a maze. I’ve mapped it.” He clicked to a new slide. Blueprints. “There’s a service corridor here. Connects the loading dock to the dressing rooms. No cameras. Minimal foot traffic after the event ends.”
Min-seok’s voice came out thin. “This is… we’re really talking about this?”
Zero’s gaze slid toward him. “You’re free to leave.”
Nobody moved.
The silence stretched until it became something heavier—a shared complicity that settled over the room like a second skin. You looked at the faces around the table. None of them looked like criminals. None of them looked like monsters. They looked like fans. Disillusioned, heartbroken, furious fans.
You wondered if that was worse.
“What exactly,” Jae-hyun said slowly, “are we proposing?”
Zero smiled. It didn’t reach his eyes. “She said she only cares about financial freedom. She said fans are nothing but wallets. So we’re going to remind her that wallets don’t protect you. We’re going to remind her that actions have consequences.”
He clicked to the next slide.
Your stomach dropped.
The photographs showed Eunbi at various events—airport departures, fansigns, backstage moments. Candid shots, the kind only someone with insider access could capture. And beneath each photo, notes. Her schedule patterns. Her habits. Her vulnerabilities.
“We’re going to take something from her,” Zero said. “Something she’ll never get back. And then we’re going to make sure she never forgets who she belongs to.”
The planning stretched across weeks.
You attended every meeting. You told yourself it was because you wanted to know what they were capable of. You told yourself you were just observing, just gathering information, just making sure things didn’t go too far. But late at night, when you lay in your dorm bed staring at the ceiling, you couldn’t escape the truth.
You were still angry.
Angrier than you’d ever been.
The article had cracked something inside you. Every time you saw Eunbi’s face on a billboard, every time one of her songs came on in a cafe, every time you stumbled across an old fancam—the crack widened. The woman you’d loved, the woman you’d devoted years of your life to supporting, had looked at her fans and seen ATMs.
You weren’t just angry at her. You were angry at yourself. For being naive. For believing that any idol actually cared.
So you kept going to the meetings. You kept listening. You kept telling yourself you hadn’t crossed any lines.
Until the night Zero singled you out.
“You,” he said, pointing across the table. “You’ve been quiet.”
The others turned to look at you. Seven pairs of eyes, some curious, some wary, some flat with indifference.
“Just listening,” you said.
“You were one of the first to join the chat.” Zero’s voice was casual, but there was something sharp beneath it. “Why?”
You thought about lying. But what was the point? You were already here. You were already complicit.
“She broke something,” you said. “I want her to understand what that feels like.”
Zero held your gaze for a long moment. Then he nodded, slow and satisfied.
“Good. Because I have a specific role in mind for you.”
The night of Waterbomb Seoul 2026 arrived humid and electric.
Jamsil Sports Complex swelled with bodies. Fifty thousand people, maybe more, packed into the open-air venue. The bass from the speakers thrummed through the concrete, through your bones, as you stood backstage with a lanyard around your neck and a forged crew ID clipped to your shirt. Ho-jin had handled the credentials. The man was unsettling—too quiet, too precise—but his skills were undeniable.
You weren’t alone. Dong-soo stood to your left, his bulk barely contained by the black security uniform Zero had procured. Young-chul hovered near the dressing room corridor, pretending to check equipment. Kyung was somewhere in the crowd, a ghost among the audience, his role unclear. Jae-hyun and Min-seok waited in the service van outside, engines running, nerves frayed.
And Zero—Zero was everywhere and nowhere. Coordinating through earpieces. Watching through feeds Ho-jin had tapped into. A puppeteer pulling strings.
“She’s coming off stage in ten,” Zero’s voice crackled in your ear. “Everyone in position.”
Your heart slammed against your ribs.
Through the monitor mounted on the backstage wall, you could see her.
Kwon Eunbi.
She was performing “Underwater,” her most recent single, and the crowd was losing their minds. Water cannons arced across the stage, catching the lights, drenching her white bodysuit until it clung to every curve. Her hair, dark and wet, streamed down her back. Her smile was incandescent. Her body moved with the fluid precision of someone who had spent half her life training, every hip roll and shoulder dip calibrated to maximum effect.
She was beautiful. She had always been beautiful.
That was part of the problem.
The performance ended. The crowd roared. Eunbi bowed, waved, blew kisses that meant nothing to her, and disappeared into the wings.
Right on schedule.
“She’s heading to the dressing room,” Zero said. “Dong-soo, you’re up.”
Dong-soo moved with surprising stealth for a man his size. You followed three paces behind, your pulse a war drum in your ears. The service corridor stretched ahead, fluorescent-lit and empty, just as Zero had promised. The dressing room door was at the end, marked with a laminated sign: KWON EUNBI — NO ENTRY.
Dong-soo knocked.
A muffled voice from inside: “One moment!”
The door opened.
Eunbi stood there in a silk robe, her stage makeup still fresh, her hair damp. Up close, she was smaller than she appeared on stage. More fragile. Her eyes, dark and expressive, flicked from Dong-soo to you. Confusion creased her brow.
“Yes? Can I help—”
Dong-soo moved. One hand clamped over her mouth. The other wrapped around her waist, lifting her off her feet. She struggled—kicked, clawed, a muffled shriek swallowed by his palm—but he was too strong. Too fast.
Your job was to close the door.
You did.
The lock clicked shut.
Eunbi’s eyes found you over Dong-soo’s shoulder. Wide. Terrified. Pleading.
You looked away.
“Good,” Zero’s voice murmured in your ear. “Phase one complete. Proceed to phase two.”
They’d planned this part meticulously.
Dong-soo carried Eunbi to the vanity and set her down in the chair with a gentleness that felt obscene given the circumstances. Young-chul locked the secondary exit. You stood by the door, a sentinel, while the others moved around you with rehearsed efficiency.
Nobody spoke to Eunbi.
That was the first instruction. Don’t engage with her. Don’t let her humanize herself. She’s not a person right now. She’s a target.
Eunbi’s breath came in ragged gasps. Her robe had slipped, exposing one shoulder, the strap of her stage costume beneath. Her hands gripped the armrests of the vanity chair, knuckles white.
“Please,” she whispered. “Please, whatever you want—money, I have money—”
Young-chul snorted.
“She really doesn’t get it,” he said. His voice was flat, disappointed. “After everything.”
Dong-soo moved behind her, his hands settling on her shoulders with a weight that made her flinch. He didn’t squeeze. Not yet. Just held her there, pinned in place by the sheer threat of his presence.
“Eunbi-ssi,” Zero’s voice came from the doorway.
He’d entered without a sound. Because of course he had. He stood there in a black suit, his scar vivid under the dressing room lights, looking for all the world like a businessman who’d wandered into the wrong meeting.
Eunbi’s head snapped toward him. “Who—who are you?”
Zero smiled that empty smile. “Someone you disappointed.”
He walked toward her with unhurried steps. Each footfall was deliberate, measured, a metronome of dread. Eunbi tried to shrink back, but Dong-soo’s hands held her fast.
“You said you don’t care about your fans,” Zero said. “You said they only matter as long as they give you financial freedom. Do you remember saying that?”
Eunbi’s face went pale. “That—that was taken out of context—”
“Was it?” Zero pulled out his phone. Tapped the screen. “Let’s hear the audio.”
The recording played. Her voice, unmistakable: “I don’t really care about my fans. As long as they give me financial freedom, I’m happy.” No context. No editing. Just her words, hanging in the air like a verdict.
“I was—I was tired,” Eunbi stammered. “It was a long interview, I didn’t mean—”
“You didn’t mean for it to come out,” Zero interrupted. “That’s the only thing you regret. Not the sentiment. Not the contempt. Just the fact that we heard it.”
He pocketed his phone.
“But we did hear it. And we decided to take it personally.”
Zero looked at you. “Come here.”
Your legs carried you forward before your brain could object. You stopped beside him, close enough to smell Eunbi’s perfume—something floral, expensive, already souring with sweat.
“Tell her,” Zero said. “Tell her what you told me.”
Eunbi’s eyes met yours.
And in that moment, something shifted.
It would have been easier if she’d looked defiant. If she’d sneered, or dismissed you, or spat in your face. But she didn’t. She looked at you like you were her last hope. Like you, specifically, might save her.
That was the cruelty of it. Because you had loved her. You had loved her so much that the betrayal had hollowed you out and filled the empty space with something corrosive.
“I supported you since Produce 48,” you said. Your voice came out steadier than you felt. “I voted for you. I streamed your music. I bought your albums. When my dad died, your voice was the only thing that got me through.”
Eunbi’s lips parted. Something flickered in her expression—recognition, maybe. Or fear that she should have recognized you but couldn’t.
“And you don’t care,” you continued. “You never did. None of it mattered to you.”
“That’s not true,” she whispered. “That’s—please, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”
“You meant it,” you said. “You just didn’t mean for us to hear it.”
The words landed like stones dropped into still water.
Zero nodded, satisfied. “There it is. That’s the truth.” He turned back to Eunbi. “You’ve built your entire career on the backs of people like him. People who gave you their time, their money, their devotion. And you threw it back in their faces. So now we’re going to take something back. Something you can’t buy. Something you can’t earn. Something you can’t smile your way out of.”
Eunbi’s breathing quickened. Her chest rose and fell beneath the robe, the fabric pulling taut across her breasts. She was trying to hold herself together, but you could see the cracks spreading—the tremor in her jaw, the wetness gathering along her lower lash line.
“Please,” she said again. The word came out thin, reedy. “Please don’t do this.”
“Don’t do what?” Zero tilted his head. “We haven’t done anything yet.”
He let that sit.
“But we’re going to.”
What happened next unfolded in stages.
Zero gave the signal, and the atmosphere in the room changed. It went from a coiled threat to something in active motion. Dong-soo’s grip shifted from restraining to holding, his thick fingers pressing into the meat of Eunbi’s shoulders with enough force to dimple the skin. Young-chul stepped closer, pulling something from his pocket—a length of black silk, the kind used for blindfolds.
Eunbi saw it and started thrashing.
“No—no, wait, please, I’ll do anything, I’ll say whatever you want, I’ll apologize publicly, I’ll donate to charity, I’ll—”
The silk slid over her eyes.
Her world went dark.
You watched her panic spike—the way her spine arched, the way her mouth opened on a scream that never came because Dong-soo’s hand clamped back over her lips. She was breathing through her nose now, short sharp bursts of air that made her nostrils flare.
“She’s scared,” Ho-jin observed from his position by the monitors. His voice was clinical. Detached. He might have been discussing weather patterns.
“She should be,” Zero said.
He gestured to you.
“You’re up.”
You knew what he meant. You’d been briefed. You’d been prepared. But standing there, looking at Eunbi—blindfolded, trembling, small in the vanity chair—the knowledge of what you were supposed to do next felt like a physical weight pressing down on your chest.
She broke something. You want her to understand what that feels like. That’s what you said.
You stepped forward.
Your hand, when you raised it, wasn’t steady.
Eunbi couldn’t see you, but she could hear you—the scuff of your shoes on the floor, the rustle of your clothes, the proximity of your body to hers. She turned her head toward the sound, blind behind the silk, and you saw a tear escape beneath the fabric. It traced a slow path down her cheek, cutting through the stage makeup, leaving a pale streak in its wake.
“Who’s there?” Her voice cracked. “Please, just tell me—”
Your fingers found the collar of her robe.
She went rigid.
One of the others—Young-chul, maybe—let out a breath that was almost a laugh. Not amusement. Something darker. The sound of anticipation curdling in the air.
You pulled the robe aside.
Her shoulder emerged. Then the swell of her collarbone. Then the strap of her stage costume, a damp white band that cut diagonally across her chest. The bodysuit was still wet from the performance, clinging to her skin like a second layer. You could see the outline of her nipple through the fabric, peaked from cold or fear. Probably both.
“Please,” Eunbi breathed. “You don’t have to do this. You’re—you’re a fan, right? You said you supported me. That means something, doesn’t it? That means you care.”
Your hand stopped.
Because she wasn’t wrong.
You had cared. You had cared so goddamn much. And that was the problem. You still cared, even now, even after everything. The part of you that had loved her wasn’t dead—it was just buried under layers of rage and humiliation, scratching at the dirt, trying to get out.
“I did care,” you said. Your voice came out rougher than you intended. “That’s why I’m here.”
Another tear slipped beneath the blindfold.
“Then don’t do this,” she said. “Prove you’re better than him.” She tilted her chin toward where Zero’s voice had come from. “Prove you’re better than all of them. Just—just let me go. I won’t tell anyone. I swear. I’ll pretend this never happened.”
Zero chuckled. “She’s good. I’ll give her that.”
“I’m not pretending,” Eunbi insisted. “I’m—I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean it like that. I was exhausted, I was frustrated, I said something stupid and cruel and I regret it. I regret it so much. Please.”
Silence.
Somewhere in the building, the distant thump of a bass drop signaled the next act taking the stage. The crowd roared. Fifty thousand people who had no idea what was happening thirty meters away.
“The recording,” Ho-jin said abruptly. “We’re still rolling, right?”
Zero nodded.
“Good.” Ho-jin’s fingers danced across his laptop. “Because I think we should document everything. For leverage. In case she forgets tonight’s lesson.”
“No,” Eunbi gasped. “No, no, no—please don’t—you can’t—”
Dong-soo’s hand tightened over her mouth, muffling the rest.
“Phase three,” Zero announced. “Final preparations. We move on my mark.”
The other men shifted into position. Young-chul produced more silk—this time for her wrists. Kyung emerged from the shadows with a camera rig, professional-grade, the kind used for high-end fansite photos. The irony wasn’t lost on you. Ho-jin angled his laptop so the recording would capture a clear view of the vanity area.
And you—
You were still standing there with her robe half-open under your fingers, watching a woman who had once seemed untouchable come apart at the seams.
“Mark,” Zero said.
Young-chul secured her wrists to the armrests. She fought—how could she not?—but the silk held. Dong-soo released her mouth, and the sound that came out was somewhere between a sob and a wail. The camera captured everything: the open robe, the damp bodysuit, the tears carving tracks through makeup, the way her throat worked as she tried to find words that might save her.
“I’ll give you money,” she tried. “All of it. Everything I have. Just name a price.”
“We don’t want your money,” Min-seok said. His voice was quiet, but it cut through the room. He’d been silent for so long you’d almost forgotten he was there. “We wanted your gratitude. Your respect. Basic human decency. You couldn’t give us that. So now we’ll take something you can’t buy back.”
Eunbi’s blindfold was soaked through now. Dark stains spreading across the silk.
“What… what are you going to do to me?”
Zero stepped forward. He knelt beside the chair, bringing himself to her level, and his voice dropped to something almost gentle.
“We’re going to remind you that you’re not untouchable,” he said. “We’re going to remind you that every idol, no matter how famous, no matter how beautiful—is just a person. And people can be broken.”
He reached up.
And pulled the blindfold away.
Eunbi blinked, eyes streaming, vision adjusting to the light. She looked at you first—because you were closest—and then at Zero, and then at the others, one by one, cataloging faces she would never recognize but would never forget.
“This is your last chance to say something that matters,” Zero told her. “Last chance to prove you’re not the person in that recording.”
Eunbi swallowed.
Her lips moved. Words half-formed, then abandoned. She was trying. You could see her trying. But whatever she came up with—apology, plea, bargain—died in her throat before it reached her tongue.
Because there was nothing she could say.
She’d said it all already.
Zero rose. He looked at you, and his expression was unreadable.
“You’re first.”
Your stomach lurched. “What?”
“You’ve supported her the longest. You’ve given her the most. She broke you first.” He gestured at Eunbi. “So you get to break her first.”
The room held its breath.
Eunbi stared at you. Her eyes—those dark, expressive eyes that had graced magazine covers and music show stages—were puffy and red-rimmed and absolutely fixated on your face. She was searching for something in your expression. Mercy, maybe. Or confirmation that this was all a nightmare she’d wake up from.
“I know you,” she said suddenly. “I—I’ve seen you before. At a fansign. You gave me a letter. You said… you said my music helped you through a hard time.”
You went cold.
She remembered.
She actually remembered.
“That was you, wasn’t it?” Eunbi’s voice cracked on a note that might have been hope. “You wrote about your father. I read it. I read it. I cried in the van afterward because—because it reminded me of my grandmother, the way she—”
“Stop,” you said.
The word came out harsher than you intended. A blade instead of a shield.
Eunbi flinched.
And that flinch—that small, involuntary recoil—did something to you. It made you feel powerful. It made you feel monstrous. It made you feel like the person you’d been before the article, before the heartbreak, before the anger had eaten everything good inside you, was still there somewhere, watching from a very long way away.
Don’t do this, that person whispered.
But that person wasn’t in control anymore.
“You read my letter,” you said. “And you still said those things. You still looked at a camera and told the world we don’t matter.”
“I was wrong,” Eunbi said. “I was so wrong. I see that now. I—”
“You see it now.” The bitterness in your voice surprised even you. “Now that you’re tied to a chair. Now that there are cameras on you. Now that you’re scared. That’s not remorse. That’s survival.”
She opened her mouth.
Nothing came out.
Because you were right.
Zero placed a hand on your shoulder. The weight of it was approving. Proprietary. “You understand now. Good. Take your time. The night’s still young.”
He stepped back, and the others formed a loose semicircle around the vanity. A jury of the betrayed. Dong-soo’s arms crossed over his chest. Young-chul’s camera still recording. Ho-jin’s laptop whirring quietly. Min-seok’s expression unreadable. Jae-hyun’s jaw set. Kyung’s silence somehow the loudest thing in the room.
And you, standing in front of Eunbi, your hand still resting on the collar of her robe.
“Take it off,” Zero said. “The robe. Slowly. Let her feel it.”
Your fingers obeyed before your brain caught up.
The silk slid from her shoulders. It pooled around her elbows, then fell to the floor, a white puddle on the cheap linoleum. She was left in the bodysuit—still damp, still clinging, still hiding nothing. The stage lights had been kind to her. The dressing room lights were not. You could see the goosebumps raised along her arms. The faint blue veins at her wrists. The way her stomach muscles tensed beneath the fabric as she tried to control her breathing.
“Beautiful, isn’t she?” Zero murmured. “They always are. That’s how they get away with it.”
Eunbi’s eyes stayed on yours. She wasn’t looking at the others anymore. Wasn’t pleading with Zero or struggling against Dong-soo’s grip. She was looking at you, and her gaze was saying something her voice couldn’t.
You can still stop this. You can still be the person who wrote that letter. You can still choose.
Your hand moved toward her face.
She didn’t flinch this time. She held steady, trembling, tears still falling, but steady. Your fingers brushed her cheek. The skin was soft. Warm. Streaked with mascara. You traced the tear track down to her jaw, then lower—along the column of her throat, where her pulse beat fast and frantic beneath your touch.
She swallowed. You felt it.
“What’s your name?” she whispered.
It was such a human question. Such an ordinary question. She wanted to know the name of the person who was about to destroy her. Some part of her still believed that if she could just humanize you, just connect with you, just remind you that you were both people in this room together—she could stop what was coming.
You didn’t answer.
Your fingers slid lower. Down to her collarbone. Down to the strap of her bodysuit, hooking beneath the damp elastic, pulling it aside.
The fabric shifted. Slipped. Revealed the upper curve of her breast, pale and smooth and rising with each shallow breath.
“No,” Eunbi breathed. Not a scream. Not a plea. Just a word. A sound. A tiny raft in a rising tide.
The strap moved further.
The curve became more. Became the swell beneath. Became the shadow of her nipple, still hidden, still just out of view, but only barely.
Your hand stopped.
Everyone waited.
Eunbi’s chest heaved. A single tear fell from her chin and landed on your knuckle. Hot. Real. Human.
“Phase four,” Zero said quietly. “Initiate on my mark.”
You looked down at Eunbi. She looked back up at you. And for a single, suspended second, the rest of the room fell away. There was only her. Only you. Only the space between what you were about to do and who you used to be.
“I’m sorry,” you said.
And you didn’t know which one of you you were apologizing to.
“Mark,” Zero said.
Your hand tightened on the strap of her bodysuit. The damp elastic resisted, then gave, sliding down her shoulder with a wet whisper. The fabric peeled away from her skin, revealing the full curve of her left breast—pale, smooth, the nipple already tight and pebbled from the cold dressing room air.
Eunbi’s eyes stayed closed.
“There she is,” Zero murmured. He was close now, standing just behind your shoulder, his breath warm against your ear. “The real Kwon Eunbi. Not the idol. Not the brand. Just flesh.”
Dong-soo’s hands shifted from her shoulders to her upper arms, his thick fingers dimpling her skin. Young-chul moved the camera closer, the red recording light blinking steady. The others—Min-seok, Jae-hyun, Ho-jin, Kyung—formed a loose semicircle, silent, watching.
“Please,” Eunbi whispered. The word came out cracked, barely audible. “You don’t—you can still stop.”
Nobody answered.
Your fingers found the other strap. You pulled. The bodysuit sagged, caught on her nipples for a heartbeat, then slipped lower, bunching at her waist. Her breasts were bare now, full and round, rising and falling with each shallow breath. A single bead of sweat traced a path between them, catching the harsh fluorescent light.
“Fucking beautiful,” Dong-soo breathed. His voice was different now. Lower. Hungrier. “Better than the fancams.”
Young-chul zoomed in.
Eunbi’s cheeks flushed red. Not arousal—shame. The color spread down her throat, across her collarbone, blooming on her chest. She turned her face away, chin trembling, and another tear slipped from beneath her lashes.
“Look at her,” Zero said. “She’s blushing. After everything she said about us, after dismissing millions of fans as nothing but walking wallets—she still has the capacity to feel embarrassed.” He circled the chair slowly, his footsteps deliberate on the linoleum. “That’s good. That means there’s still a person in there. Something we can reach.”
He stopped in front of her and crouched, bringing his face level with hers.
“Open your eyes, Eunbi-ssi.”
She shook her head, a tiny, desperate motion.
“Open them, or I’ll have Dong-soo hold them open for you.”
Her lashes fluttered. Her eyes—dark, glistening, red-rimmed—met his.
“Good girl,” Zero said. “Now. You’re going to answer some questions. And you’re going to answer them honestly. Do you understand?”
Eunbi’s throat worked. “Yes.”
“Do you care about your fans?”
“Yes. I do. I—”
“No,” Zero interrupted, his voice still calm, still measured. “That’s a lie. We’ve already established that. Try again.”
Eunbi’s mouth opened. Closed. The tears came faster now.
“I… I care about some of them. The ones who—”
“Another lie.” Zero rose to his feet. “You know what I think, Eunbi-ssi? I think you’ve spent so long playing the role of the grateful idol that you’ve forgotten how to be honest. You’ve smiled for so many cameras that your real face has atrophied.” He gestured at the men around him. “So we’re going to help you remember. We’re going to strip away all the pretense, all the performance, until there’s nothing left but the truth.”
He looked at you.
“You first. She knows you. She remembers your letter. That gives you a connection.” His scarred eyebrow lifted. “Use it.”
Your pulse pounded in your temples. The room felt too hot, too close. Eunbi’s eyes found yours again, and the look in them—fear, yes, but also something else, something you couldn’t name—made your stomach clench.
You stepped forward.
Your hand, trembling only slightly, reached out and cupped her left breast.
She flinched. A sharp inhalation hissed through her teeth. But she didn’t pull away. Couldn’t pull away, bound as she was to the chair.
Her skin was softer than you’d imagined. Warmer. You could feel her heartbeat through the flesh, a rapid flutter against your palm. Your thumb brushed her nipple, and it tightened further, crinkling into a hard point.
“Don’t,” she breathed. “Please.”
You rolled the nipple between your thumb and forefinger. Gently at first. Then harder.
A sound escaped her throat—half gasp, half whimper.
“You wrote me a letter,” she said, her voice strained, “telling me about your father. Telling me how my music helped you. That person—that person wouldn’t do this.”
“That person doesn’t exist anymore,” you said. “You killed him.”
You pinched.
She cried out. Her back arched involuntarily, pushing her breast further into your hand. The camera captured everything—the way her nipple darkened as blood rushed to the surface, the way her mouth fell open, the way her hips shifted on the chair.
“Interesting,” Zero observed. “Her body’s responding.”
“I’m not—I’m not—” Eunbi’s words came out fractured, desperate. “That’s just physiology. It doesn’t mean anything.”
“Doesn’t it?” Zero tilted his head. “Ho-jin. What’s her heart rate?”
Ho-jin glanced at his laptop screen. He’d tapped into the backstage medical monitoring somehow—of course he had. “Elevated. Hundred and twelve. Pupils dilated.” He paused. “Elevated skin temperature in the pelvic region.”
“Pelvic region,” Zero repeated, amusement flickering across his angular features. “You hear that, Eunbi-ssi? Your body’s calling you a liar.”
“That’s not—you’re hurting me, I’m scared, that’s all it is—”
Zero nodded at Dong-soo.
The big man’s hands moved from her arms to her waist. He lifted her easily, as if she weighed nothing, and repositioned her on the vanity chair so that her legs hung over the edge, spread wide by the restraints around her ankles. The bodysuit, still bunched at her waist, rode up, exposing the pale skin of her inner thighs.
“No,” Eunbi gasped. “No, please, not there—”
Dong-soo’s thick fingers hooked into the fabric at her crotch and pulled. The bodysuit tore with a harsh ripping sound. The white fabric parted, revealing simple cotton panties beneath—plain, practical, the kind worn for comfort during long performances.
“Not very idol-like,” Young-chul murmured from behind the camera. “I expected lace.”
The observation was so mundane, so absurdly casual, that it took a moment for its meaning to register. They were dissecting her. Reducing her to individual parts for inspection and comment. And Eunbi, bound and exposed, could do nothing but listen.
“Take them off,” Zero said to you. “Slowly.”
Your fingers found the waistband of her panties. The cotton was damp—from sweat, from the water cannons, from something else you didn’t want to name. You pulled.
The fabric slid down her thighs, past her knees, over her ankles. You tossed it aside.
Eunbi’s cunt was bare. Completely waxed, smooth, the outer lips plump and pressed together like a seam. The position—legs spread, restrained at the ankles—kept her open, the inner lips just barely visible, pink and glistening.
“Fuck,” Jae-hyun breathed. It was the first word he’d spoken in an hour.
Young-chul moved the camera between her thighs. The lens was inches from her most intimate flesh, capturing every detail in high definition. Eunbi’s face burned crimson. She turned her head away, teeth clenched, jaw tight.
“No hiding,” Zero said. “Look at the camera, Eunbi-ssi. Look at what we’re seeing.”
“I can’t—”
“You can. And you will.”
Dong-soo’s hand found her chin and turned her face forward. Her eyes, wet and wild, stared directly into the lens.
“Good,” Zero said. “Now. Let’s see if you’re as dry as you claim to be. You’re not aroused, correct? This is all just ‘physiology’?”
He nodded at Min-seok.
The soft-spoken translator hesitated. His glasses had fogged slightly from the heat of the room. He removed them, cleaned them on his shirt, replaced them. His hands, when he knelt between Eunbi’s spread thighs, were steady.
“Please,” Eunbi said again. “Min-seok-ssi—I know you. You ran the translation account. You were always so kind. You helped so many international fans connect with me. Please.”
Min-seok paused. For a heartbeat, something flickered behind his lenses.
Then it was gone.
“That was before,” he said quietly. “Before I knew it was all a transaction to you.”
He reached out. His fingers—slender, careful, the fingers of someone who spent his life typing—parted her outer lips.
The sound Eunbi made was not a scream. It was something softer, something that lived in the space between a gasp and a moan. Her inner flesh was slick, pink, glistening with moisture that coated the folds and gathered at the entrance of her cunt.
“Well, well,” Zero said. “Look at that.”
“It’s from the water performance,” Eunbi choked out. “The cannons—I was soaked—”
“The water cannons hit your shoulders and chest. Not between your legs.” Zero’s voice was almost gentle. “You’re aroused, Eunbi-ssi. You’re wet. Your body is preparing itself. Whether you want to admit it or not, some part of you wants this.”
“No,” she sobbed. “No, that’s not true. That’s not—”
Min-seok’s finger slipped inside her.
Her words dissolved into a shuddering exhale. Her bound hands clenched into fists, knuckles white. Her inner walls gripped Min-seok’s digit, tight and hot and unambiguously slick. He pushed deeper, then pulled back, then pushed again, a slow, exploratory rhythm that left no doubt about her state.
“Tight,” Min-seok reported. His voice had changed—flat, clinical, as if he were describing a specimen. “Walls are contracting. Significant lubrication. She’s ready.”
“I’m not ready,” Eunbi cried. “I’m not—I don’t want—please, you have to stop—”
But Min-seok’s finger kept moving. In, out. In, out. Each thrust produced a faint wet sound that seemed deafening in the silent room.
Then he added a second finger.
Eunbi’s hips jerked. Her head fell back, throat exposed, and a sound tore from her lips that was unmistakably a moan. She caught herself immediately, teeth clamping down, but it was too late. Everyone had heard.
“There it is,” Zero said. “The truth. Finally.”
“I hate you,” Eunbi whispered. The words came through gritted teeth. “I hate all of you.”
“Good. Hate is honest. Hate is real.” Zero gestured at the others. “This is what we wanted, Eunbi-ssi. Not your gratitude. Not your love. Those were always lies. But this—this is real.”
He crouched beside her again, close enough that his lips nearly brushed her ear.
“Now we’re going to see just how real it gets.”
Min-seok withdrew his fingers. They came out coated, strands of her arousal connecting them to her flesh before breaking. He looked at them, expression unreadable, then wiped them on his pants.
Dong-soo released her chin. Her head lolled forward, chin touching her chest, dark hair falling around her face in damp ropes. She was crying openly now, tears dripping onto her bare thighs.
“Phase four,” Zero announced. “Full engagement. You first—” he pointed at you “—since you have the connection. Then Dong-soo, Jae-hyun, Min-seok, Young-chul, Ho-jin, Kyung. Take whatever you want. Use whatever hole you prefer. The only rule is there are no rules.”
Eunbi’s head snapped up. “All of you? You’re going to—all at once?”
“That’s the idea,” Zero said mildly.
“You’ll kill me. You’ll split me apart.”
“Probably not. But you’ll wish we had.” He smiled that empty smile. “And then you’ll learn to love it.”
Your hands moved to your belt.
The leather slid through the buckle with a sound that seemed impossibly loud. Eunbi watched, her tear-streaked face pale, as you unbuttoned your pants and let them fall. Your boxers followed. Your cock sprang free, already hard, already aching, the head flushed dark and slick with pre-cum.
She stared.
You weren’t the biggest man in the room—Dong-soo had you beat there by a margin that was almost absurd—but you weren’t small either. Your shaft curved slightly upward, thick enough that your own fingers couldn’t fully encircle it, veins prominent along the underside.
“No,” Eunbi breathed. “No, no, no—it’s too big, it won’t fit, you can’t—”
“You’ll make it fit,” Zero said. “Get on the chair. Straddle her. Make her taste it first.”
You stepped out of your pants and moved toward her. Each footfall was a countdown. Eunbi’s eyes tracked your approach, wide and glassy, her lips parted on shallow, rapid breaths.
You climbed onto the vanity chair. Your knees bracketed her thighs. Your cock, jutting forward, hovered inches from her face.
She could smell you. You could tell from the way her nostrils flared, the way her throat worked. Musky. Saline. Animal.
“Open your mouth,” you said.
She shook her head.
“Dong-soo,” Zero said.
The big man stepped forward and pinched Eunbi’s nose between his thumb and forefinger, cutting off her air. She held out for ten seconds. Fifteen. Then her mouth opened on a desperate gasp, and you pushed your cock between her lips before she could close them again.
The sensation hit you like a fist.
Wet. Hot. Silken. Her tongue, soft and involuntary, pressed against the underside of your shaft. Her lips stretched around your girth, the corners of her mouth going white with the strain. Her jaw worked uselessly, trying to accommodate something far too large.
“Glrrk—” The sound came from deep in her throat, half-choke, half-moan.
“Take it deeper,” you heard yourself say. The words felt foreign, like someone else speaking through your mouth. “You’ve taken everything else from us. Now take this.”
You pushed.
Another inch disappeared into her mouth. Her eyes bulged. Her throat convulsed around your cockhead, the muscles spasming in rhythmic waves. The sensation was obscene—tight and wet and clenching, her gag reflex fighting you with every millimeter.
“Fuck,” Dong-soo grunted. He’d released her nose and was now stroking himself through his pants, eyes fixed on her distended throat.
Saliva began to pool at the corners of her mouth. It spilled over, tracing thick rivulets down her chin, dripping onto her bare breasts. Your cock pistoned in and out, each thrust going slightly deeper, each withdrawal coated in more of her spit.
Eunbi’s hands, still bound to the armrests, clenched and unclenched. Her throat worked frantically. The sounds she made—wet, choking, desperate—filled the dressing room like a perverse soundtrack.
You pulled out. A bridge of saliva connected your cockhead to her bottom lip, stretching, then breaking.
She gasped for air, chest heaving, breasts bouncing with each ragged inhalation. Her face was a mess—tears, saliva, smeared mascara. But beneath all of it, beneath the fear and the shame and the desperation, you saw something flicker in her eyes.
Hunger.
It was gone as quickly as it appeared, buried under layers of denial. But it had been there. You were certain of it.
“Again,” Zero commanded. “And this time, don’t stop until you’re touching her tonsils.”
You grabbed a fistful of her damp hair and pulled her head back. Her throat arched, vulnerable, exposed. You lined your cock up with her lips—swollen now, reddened, already looking thoroughly used—and pushed.
This time she opened for you without being forced.
It was a small surrender. Barely perceptible. But as your cock slid past her tongue, past her soft palate, into the tight clench of her throat, you felt her jaw relax. Felt her tongue move—not just yielding, but pressing, tasting, exploring the underside of your shaft.
You groaned.
Zero noticed too. “She’s learning. Good girl, Eunbi-ssi. Good fucking girl.”
Your hips found a rhythm. Not gentle—there was no gentleness left in you—but steady, relentless, each thrust driving your cock deeper into her throat until your balls pressed against her chin. Her nose flattened against your pubic bone. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t do anything but take it.
And take it she did.
Her throat milked you with every withdrawal, the suction obscene, the sounds—gulk, glrk, hnnngh—echoing off the walls. Her eyes rolled back, showing white. Her bound hands stopped clenching and went limp.
“She’s close to passing out,” Ho-jin observed. “Oxygen saturation dropping.”
“Let her,” Zero said. “She’ll come back.”
You pulled out just as her eyelids fluttered.
Eunbi collapsed forward, gasping, drool pouring from her mouth onto her thighs. Her whole body shuddered. Her breasts heaved. She made a sound—half-sob, half-moan—that seemed to come from somewhere primal and broken.
“Please,” she rasped. “Please, I can’t—I can’t take any more—”
“That’s not true,” you said. And the words tasted like ash and honey on your tongue. “You just took all of me. Every inch. Down your throat. And you’re still here. Still breathing. Still—” you gripped her chin, tilting her face up to meet your gaze “—wet.”
Her eyes widened.
She knew it was true. You could see the knowledge crash over her like a wave—the realization that somewhere between the choking and the tears and the degradation, her thighs had become slick with more than just saliva. Her cunt was dripping now, the inner lips swollen and parted, the entrance visibly pulsing with a need she refused to name.
“No,” she whispered. But the word had lost its conviction. It was a reflex now, not a refusal.
“Enough oral,” Zero said. “Dong-soo. You’re next. Fuck her cunt while she’s still wet from the throat-fucking.”
Dong-soo didn’t need to be told twice. He stepped forward, already unbuckling his pants. When his cock emerged, Eunbi’s face went slack with horror.
It was massive.
Thick as a wrist, long enough to reach her cervix and then some. He couldn’t even fully hold it in one hand—when he gripped the base, both fists wrapped around the shaft with room to spare, the purple head still protruding, leaking a thick bead of pre-cum that dripped onto the floor.
“That’s—that’s not going to fit,” Eunbi stammered. “You’ll tear me apart. You’ll—I’m not—it’s impossible—”
“It’ll fit,” Dong-soo said. His voice was calm. Matter-of-fact. “They always fit eventually.”
He grabbed her by the hips and lifted her off the chair, turning her around so that her bound hands were braced against the vanity, her ass presented to him. Her bound ankles forced her legs together, which only made the visual more obscene—her thighs pressed tight, her cunt lips peeking between them, already swollen and glistening from Min-seok’s fingers and her own betraying arousal.
Dong-soo positioned himself behind her. The head of his monster cock nudged against her entrance, a grotesque size comparison that made her look like a doll being mounted by something designed for a different species entirely.
“Please,” she begged. “Please, it’s too big. Please don’t. I’m not—I can’t—”
He pushed.
The head popped inside her.
Eunbi screamed.
It was a raw, ragged sound that tore from her throat and bounced off the walls. Her back arched. Her bound hands scrabbled at the vanity surface. Her inner walls, already tight around your cock, now stretched to accommodate something far beyond their design specs.
“Fuck,” Dong-soo grunted. “She’s strangling me. Strangling my fucking cock.”
He pushed deeper. Another inch. Another scream.
“You’re splitting me—you’re splitting me open—I can feel you in my stomach, please, please, it’s too much—”
Dong-soo’s response was to grab her hips and slam forward.
His entire length disappeared into her cunt.
Eunbi’s scream died in her throat. Her mouth opened, closed, opened again, but no sound came out. Her eyes were wide, fixed on something in the middle distance, seeing nothing. A single tear slid down her cheek.
Then Dong-soo started moving.
The fucking was brutal. There was no other word for it. His hips pistoned with the force of a machine, each thrust driving his cock into her depths with a wet, meaty slap. The vanity shook. Her breasts, pressed against the cold surface, jiggled with each impact. Her bound hands scrambled for purchase, knocking over makeup containers, sending brushes clattering to the floor.
“Take it,” Dong-soo growled. “Take my fucking cock, you ungrateful bitch. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Financial freedom? Here’s your payment.”
He reached around and grabbed her breasts, twisting her nipples between his thick fingers. She bucked against him, a convulsive movement that was half-escape, half-embrace. Her cunt, despite the overstretching, despite the impossible fullness, was gushing now—fluid running down her thighs, coating Dong-soo’s balls, splattering the floor with each thrust.
“She’s creaming,” Young-chul reported from behind the camera, his voice tinged with something that might have been awe. “She’s actually creaming on his cock.”
“Because she’s a whore,” Zero said casually. “She always was. She just needed someone to strip away the pretense.”
Eunbi heard them. Her face, pressed against the vanity, went crimson. But she didn’t deny it. Couldn’t deny it. Not while her hips were pushing back to meet Dong-soo’s thrusts, not while her cunt was making sounds like wet applause, not while her mouth hung open on a moan that was no longer entirely pained.
“Harder,” she whispered.
Everyone heard it.
Dong-soo paused mid-thrust. “What was that?”
Eunbi squeezed her eyes shut. Her thighs trembled. Her cunt, stretched obscenely around his girth, clenched and fluttered.
“I said—harder. Fuck me harder.”
The room exploded with laughter. Not kind laughter—dark, knowing, cruel. Dong-soo grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, forcing her spine into an impossible arch.
“Beg for it properly,” he said, his lips against her ear. “Tell me you need it. Tell me you’re a worthless cocksleeve who exists to be fucked.”
“I—I—” Her voice cracked. The words were there, dancing on her tongue, but saying them aloud would change something fundamental. Would make this real in a way it hadn’t been before.
Dong-soo pulled out until only the head remained inside her. Then he waited.
The emptiness was worse than the fullness. Eunbi’s cunt gaped, the stretched opening pulsing, desperate to be filled again. A whimper escaped her throat.
“Say it,” Dong-soo growled.
“I’m a worthless cocksleeve,” Eunbi sobbed. “I exist to be fucked. Please. Please fuck me. Please fill my cunt. I need it. I need it so bad.”
Dong-soo slammed back in.
The sound she made was not human. It was a wail of pure sensation, pain and pleasure fused into something beyond distinction. Her eyes rolled back. Her tongue lolled from her mouth. Her bound hands went slack, all resistance gone, her body surrendering completely to the rhythm of his thrusts.
“That’s it,” Zero murmured. “That’s what we came for.”
They used her for hours.
That was what it felt like, anyway. Time had become meaningless—measured only in the number of cocks she’d taken, the number of orgasms that had been ripped from her unwilling body. The dressing room clock on the wall still ticked, but no one was watching it anymore.
Dong-soo finished first, pulling out at the last second and painting her back with thick ropes of cum that splattered from her shoulders to the swell of her ass. Then Jae-hyun took his place, thinner but longer, his cockhead able to nudge against her cervix with every thrust. When she came on that—the first orgasm, a scream that left her throat raw—Zero made her thank him. Made her kiss his feet. Made her lick his balls while he jerked off into her hair.
Min-seok was next. He was gentler, almost tender, which somehow made it worse. He fucked her face while Jae-hyun recovered, her lips stretched around his cock, her throat bulging with each thrust. When he came, he did it deep—pumping his load directly into her stomach, holding her head in place until she’d swallowed every drop.
“Good girl,” he whispered, stroking her sweat-soaked hair. “You take it so well.”
Eunbi’s response was a whimper that sounded almost grateful.
Young-chul bent her over the vanity and took her from behind while Ho-jin filmed close-ups of her face—the tears, the drool, the way her eyes crossed when his cock hit something deep enough to make her vision blur. She came again on his cock, a messy, squirting orgasm that soaked the vanity and made her legs give out. Young-chul had to hold her up by the hips just to keep fucking her.
“You’re a fountain,” he laughed, breathless. “A fucking fountain. Does it feel good? Does my cock feel good in your ruined little cunt?”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, yes, yes—”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, your cock feels good. Yes, my cunt is ruined. Yes, I’m a fountain. Yes, I love it. Yes, I love being fucked like this. Yes, I’m a whore. Yes, I’m your whore. Is that what you want to hear? Is that enough?”
She was babbling now, the words spilling out in a torrent, her mind struggling to keep pace with the sensations flooding her body. Each new cock brought a fresh wave of degradation. Each orgasm stripped away another layer of the idol she’d been.
By the time Kyung stepped forward—silent as ever, his expression unreadable—Eunbi was barely recognizable. Her hair was matted with sweat and cum. Her mascara had carved black trenches down her cheeks. Her lips were swollen, her throat bruised, her nipples dark and tender from a dozen mouths and fingers. Her cunt gaped, the lips puffy and parted, the entrance no longer a tight hole but a well-used passage that invited entry rather than resisted it.
Kyung, uniquely, didn’t fuck her cunt.
He turned her around, bent her over the chair, and spread her ass cheeks with both hands. The puckered ring of her asshole was pristine—the only part of her that hadn’t been violated yet.
“No,” Eunbi said. Some of the fire returned to her voice. “Not there. Not—please. Anything but that.”
“You said that about your throat,” Zero observed. “And your cunt. And look at you now.” He gestured at her glistening thighs, her swollen lips, the cum dripping from her chin. “You’ll love this too. Eventually.”
Kyung pressed his thumb against her asshole. The muscle clenched reflexively, trying to keep him out. He pushed harder. The tip of his thumb breached her, and Eunbi let out a strangled cry.
“No lube,” Ho-jin noted. “That’s going to be rough.”
“She’s wet enough,” Kyung said. It was the first time he’d spoken since you’d arrived. His voice was soft, almost gentle, which made the words more terrifying.
He withdrew his thumb and replaced it with his cock. Not as thick as Dong-soo’s, but substantial enough. The head, slick with her own juices, pressed against her forbidden entrance.
Eunbi’s hands, still bound, clawed at the chair. Her teeth clenched. Her whole body went rigid.
“Relax,” Kyung murmured. “It’ll hurt more if you fight.”
“I don’t—I can’t—”
He pushed.
The head popped past her sphincter.
Eunbi’s shriek was muffled by the chair cushion, but it still filled the room. Her asshole stretched around Kyung’s shaft, the rim whitening, the skin pulling taut. He gave her no time to adjust—just kept pushing, inch by agonizing inch, until his hips were flush against her ass.
“Full,” she choked out. “So full. I can feel you in my—I can feel you everywhere.”
Kyung started moving. Slow at first, then faster. The dry friction must have been painful, but Eunbi’s cries quickly shifted pitch—from agony to something more complicated. Her hips started pushing back. Her asshole, impossibly, started to relax.
“She’s taking it,” Jae-hyun said, disbelief coloring his voice. “She’s actually taking it up the ass.”
“They always take it,” Zero replied. “It just takes the right motivation.”
Kyung fucked her ass with the same silent intensity he brought to everything. His thrusts were deep, measured, relentless. Each one pushed a grunt from Eunbi’s lips. Each withdrawal left her asshole gaping slightly before the next thrust sealed it shut again.
You watched, stroking yourself idly, as another orgasm built inside her. You could see it in the way her back arched, the way her breath stuttered, the way her bound hands clenched into fists. When it hit, she didn’t scream. She sobbed—great, heaving sobs that shook her entire frame while her asshole spasmed around Kyung’s cock and her cunt gushed onto the floor.
He came inside her ass. You could tell from the way his thrusts stuttered, the way his jaw clenched, the way he pressed himself as deep as possible and held there, grinding, while Eunbi whimpered beneath him. When he finally pulled out, a thin stream of cum followed, dripping from her stretched hole onto the chair.
Her asshole didn’t close. It stayed open—a dark, gaping void that pulsed with her heartbeat, revealing the pink interior beyond.
“Beautiful,” Zero said. “Absolutely beautiful.”
You were inside her again.
You didn’t remember moving. Didn’t remember positioning her on her back on the floor, her bound wrists above her head, her legs hooked over your shoulders. But here you were, your cock buried to the hilt in her cunt, staring down into her tear-streaked, fuck-drunk face.
“You,” she breathed. “It’s you again.”
“It’s me.”
“The one who wrote the letter.”
“Yes.”
Her inner walls fluttered around your shaft. Even after everything—the stretching, the pounding, the brutal abuse—her cunt was still tight. Still hot. Still wet.
“You were my favorite fan,” she said. “I kept your letter. I still have it. In my nightstand. I read it when I can’t sleep.”
The words hit you like a punch to the chest.
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Because I want you to know.” Her voice was hoarse, barely a whisper. “I want you to know that it mattered. I want you to know that it still matters. Even now. Even like this.”
You stared at her. The woman who’d broken your heart. The woman you’d helped destroy.
“Fuck me,” she said. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
You did.
Your hips drove forward, burying your cock as deep as it would go. The head nudged against her cervix, that tight ring of muscle that guarded her deepest chamber. You felt it give slightly, yielding to your pressure.
Eunbi’s eyes went wide. “You’re—you’re in my—”
“I know.”
You pushed harder. The cervix stretched, resisted, then—with a sensation like popping through a tight band—surrendered. Your cockhead slipped into her womb.
The sound Eunbi made had no name. It was beyond a scream, beyond a moan, beyond any vocalization you’d ever heard from a human throat. Her eyes rolled back until only the whites showed. Her tongue lolled from her mouth, thick with saliva. Her body convulsed, muscles locking and releasing in rapid waves, as an orgasm crashed through her with the force of a tidal wave.
“In my womb,” she babbled. “You’re in my womb. You’re fucking my womb. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god—”
You pulled back and thrust again. Cervical penetration. The ultimate violation. Her womb clenched around your cockhead like a second cunt, impossibly tight, impossibly hot. Each thrust pushed a fresh scream from her lips. Each withdrawal made her sob with emptiness.
“Don’t stop,” she begged. “Please don’t stop. Please fuck my womb. Please breed me. Please. I need it. I need your cum in my womb. Please.”
The others gathered around, watching. Dong-soo stroked himself back to hardness. Young-chul filmed everything. Zero smiled his empty smile.
“That’s it, Eunbi-ssi,” he murmured. “That’s what we wanted. That’s the real you.”
You felt your orgasm building—a pressure at the base of your spine, a tightening in your balls. Your thrusts became erratic, desperate, driven by pure biological imperative.
“Inside,” Eunbi sobbed. “Come inside me. Come in my womb. Please. Please. I’m begging you. I’m fucking begging you.”
You buried yourself to the hilt, your cockhead nestled in her womb, and let go.
The orgasm was a detonation. Thick ropes of cum flooded her deepest chamber, pulse after pulse after pulse. You felt her womb expand with the volume of it, felt her inner walls milk your shaft for every last drop. She came with you—a final, shattering orgasm that left her limp and trembling, her face a mess of tears and drool and ecstatic surrender.
When you finally pulled out, your cum flowed from her gaped cunt in a white river, pooling on the floor beneath her ass. Her cervix was visible deep inside—bruised, swollen, but still pulsing with satisfaction.
She lay there, bound and broken and utterly spent.
And smiling.
“More,” she whispered, her cracked lips curving into something that was almost a grin. “I want more.”
Eunbi's grin didn't fade. It stretched wider, cracking the dried cum on her cheeks, exposing teeth that still held traces of your load from earlier. She pushed herself up on her bound hands, arms trembling, and fixed her eyes on Dong-soo's half-hard cock with an expression that could only be described as reverent.
"Let me," she rasped. "Let me taste him again."
Zero tilted his head. "You're asking now? Not begging?"
"I'm asking." Her voice steadied. "Because I want it. Not because you're making me."
The room went quiet. Young-chul lowered the camera an inch. Ho-jin's fingers paused on his keyboard. Even Kyung, still wiping his cock on a rag, stopped mid-motion.
Zero walked over to where she knelt and crouched, bringing his face level with hers. "Say that again."
"I want his cock in my mouth." Eunbi held his gaze. "I want to suck him until he's hard enough to fuck me again. I want to taste every inch. I want him to fuck my throat until I can't breathe." She licked her cracked lips. "I want all of you. Every hole. Every load. I don't care anymore. I just want more."
Zero's scarred eyebrow lifted. Then he laughed—a genuine sound, surprised and delighted. "There she is. The real Kwon Eunbi. Not hiding behind tears and pleas anymore." He stood and gestured at Dong-soo. "She's all yours. Give the whore what she's asking for."
Dong-soo stepped forward, his massive frame blocking the fluorescent light. His cock, even half-soft, was thicker than most men fully erect—a heavy slab of meat that swung between his thighs, the head still glistening from her earlier juices. He grabbed a fistful of her matted hair and pulled her face toward it.
"Open up," he grunted.
Eunbi didn't just open her mouth. She lunged.
Her lips wrapped around the head of his cock with a hunger that made your own dick twitch. She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing, her tongue working the slit with quick, desperate flicks. Her bound hands came up to cradle his shaft—both hands, because one wasn't enough to hold him—and she stroked what wouldn't fit in her mouth with slow, worshipful movements.
"Fuck," Dong-soo breathed. "She's different now."
She was. The Eunbi from an hour ago had choked and gagged and fought every inch. This Eunbi was devouring him like she'd been starved for cock her entire life. Her jaw stretched wide to accommodate his girth, the corners of her lips going white, but she didn't stop. She pushed forward, taking him deeper, her throat bulging as the head pressed past her soft palate.
Saliva poured from her mouth, slicking her hands, dripping onto her bare breasts. She pulled back with a wet pop and kissed the tip—soft, reverent pecks that seemed almost absurd given the context. Then she dragged her tongue along the underside, tracing every vein, every ridge, before dipping lower to suck his balls into her mouth one at a time.
"Look at her," Young-chul murmured, the camera fixed on Eunbi's face. "She's in love with it."
"She's in love with being a whore," Zero corrected. "There's a difference."
Eunbi heard them. Her eyes flicked toward Zero, and instead of shame, instead of denial, she pulled off Dong-soo's balls with a wet slurp and smiled.
"Maybe I am," she said. "Maybe I always was. Maybe you were right." She turned back to Dong-soo's cock, now fully erect, a monstrous pillar of flesh that seemed too large to fit in any human orifice. "Now shut up and let me worship this fucking cock."
She took him back into her mouth.
This time she didn't stop. She pushed forward until her nose pressed against his pubic bone, until her throat was stretched around his shaft, until her chin touched his balls. She held there, not breathing, her eyes watering, her throat convulsing around him in rhythmic waves.
Dong-soo groaned. His thick fingers tangled in her hair, holding her in place. "That's it. Stay there. Fucking stay there."
Ten seconds. Fifteen. Twenty.
Eunbi's face went red, then purple. Her bound hands flailed, slapping against his thighs, but she didn't tap out. Didn't pull back. When he finally released her, she gasped back to life with a ragged inhale, drool pouring from her mouth in thick ropes.
"More," she croaked. "Fuck my throat. Please. Use me."
Dong-soo didn't need more encouragement. He grabbed her head with both hands and started fucking her face with brutal, piston-like thrusts. Each impact pushed a wet choke from her throat. Each withdrawal left her gasping for air. Her eyes rolled back until only the whites showed. Her tongue lolled from her mouth, coating her chin in spit.
You watched, your hand moving to your cock without conscious thought. It was hardening again, rising from your thigh despite the hours of abuse you'd already put it through. Something about seeing Eunbi like this—broken, eager, transformed—ignited a fresh pulse of arousal.
"Kyung," Zero said. "Get behind her. Fill that ass while she sucks."
Kyung stepped forward without a word. His cock was already hard again, slick with the remnants of his earlier load. He knelt behind Eunbi, positioning himself between her spread thighs, and lined up with her still-gaping asshole.
"Push back," he murmured. "Take me in."
Eunbi pulled off Dong-soo's cock just long enough to gasp, "Yes. Fuck yes. Fill my ass. Both holes. I need both holes filled." Then she swallowed Dong-soo again, taking him to the root in one desperate motion.
Kyung pushed forward. Her asshole offered no resistance—it was still stretched from his earlier fucking, the rim loose and welcoming. His cock slid in to the hilt with a wet squelch, and Eunbi moaned around Dong-soo's shaft, the vibration making him curse.
"Fuck, she's humming on my dick," Dong-soo grunted.
Kyung started moving. His thrusts were slow at first, deep and grinding, his hips pressing flush against her ass with each stroke. Then faster. Then harder. The sound of his pelvis slapping against her cheeks joined the wet choking sounds from her throat, creating a filthy percussion that echoed off the dressing room walls.
Eunbi was caught between them—Dong-soo's massive cock stretching her throat, Kyung's length reaming her ass—and she was loving every second. Her bound hands gripped Dong-soo's thighs for balance. Her hips pushed back to meet Kyung's thrusts. Her cunt, neglected for the moment, dripped onto the floor in a steady stream.
"Ho-jin," Zero said. "The toys. Get them."
Ho-jin looked up from his laptop. "Which ones?"
"The tentacle set. All five."
Your pulse quickened. You'd seen the bag earlier—a black duffel that Ho-jin had brought, filled with silicone implements that ranged from intimidating to impossible. The tentacle dildos were the worst of them: five ridged, tapered shafts in various sizes, each one modeled after some deep-sea nightmare, with suckers and nodules running along their curves.
Ho-jin retrieved the bag and unzipped it. The toys spilled onto the vanity counter with obscene thumps—purple silicone, blue silicone, black, green, a deep crimson that looked almost black in the fluorescent light. Each one was thicker at the base and tapered to a pointed tip, the suckers becoming more pronounced toward the thicker end.
"Perfect," Zero said. "Kyung, pull out."
Kyung withdrew his cock with a wet pop. Eunbi's asshole gaped behind him, a dark void that pulsed with her heartbeat, the pink interior visible, cum already leaking from the stretched rim.
"No," Eunbi whined. "No, don't stop. Why did you stop?"
"Because we're going to fill you properly," Zero said. "Dong-soo, keep her mouth occupied."
Dong-soo shoved his cock back between her lips, cutting off her protests. She sucked automatically, her eyes still wide and questioning.
Kyung picked up the first tentacle—the purple one, the smallest, though "small" was relative. It was still thicker than two fingers, its length covered in dime-sized suckers that would drag against her inner walls. He pressed the tapered tip against her asshole.
Eunbi tensed. A muffled sound escaped around Dong-soo's shaft.
"Relax," Kyung said softly. "You wanted all your holes filled. We're filling them."
He pushed.
The silicone slid into her ass with obscene ease. Her sphincter stretched around the first sucker, then the second, then the third, each ridge disappearing inside her with a wet slurp. When the base lodged against her cheeks, the tapered tip was visibly pressing against her lower belly—a faint bulge beneath her skin.
"One," Zero counted.
Eunbi moaned around Dong-soo's cock. Her thighs trembled. Her cunt gushed a fresh pulse of fluid onto the floor.
Kyung selected the second tentacle—blue, slightly thicker, with more pronounced suckers. He pressed it against her asshole alongside the first.
"Wait," Jae-hyun said, his voice uncertain. "Can she even—"
"She'll take it," Zero interrupted. "Won't you, Eunbi-ssi?"
She pulled off Dong-soo's cock just long enough to gasp, "Yes. Give it to me. Stretch me open. I want to feel them all."
Then she swallowed him again, deeper than before, her nose pressed flat against his pelvis.
Kyung pushed the second tentacle in.
The resistance was greater this time. Her asshole stretched wider, the rim going white, the skin pulling taut between the two silicone shafts. Eunbi's muffled scream vibrated through Dong-soo's cock, making him curse and grab her hair tighter. Her bound hands scrabbled at his thighs, nails leaving red lines.
But she didn't pull away.
The blue tentacle slid deeper, its suckers catching on her inner walls with wet clicking sounds. When it was fully seated, both toys lodged in her ass, her sphincter was stretched into an oval that seemed impossibly wide.
"Two," Zero said. "How's she doing, Ho-jin?"
"Heart rate elevated. Blood pressure spiking. But—" Ho-jin paused, squinting at his screen. "Endorphin levels are through the roof. She's not in distress. She's in ecstasy."
"I told you," Eunbi gasped, pulling off Dong-soo's cock. Her voice was wrecked, barely a whisper. "I told you I wanted more. Give me the rest. Give me all of them."
Her eyes were wild now—pupils blown wide, irises barely visible. Sweat plastered her hair to her forehead. Cum and saliva coated her chin and neck in a glistening sheen. She looked nothing like the idol who'd walked off that stage. She looked like something feral. Something hungry.
Something that would never be satisfied.
Kyung picked up the third tentacle—green, thicker still, its suckers arranged in spiraling patterns along the shaft. He pressed the tip against her stretched rim alongside the other two.
"No easing it in," Zero instructed. "Shove it."
Kyung shoved.
Eunbi screamed. Not a muffled scream this time—a full-throated wail that bounced off the walls and probably carried down the service corridor. Her asshole stretched beyond what seemed physically possible, the three silicone shafts forcing her sphincter into a triangle of strained flesh. The suckers on all three toys caught and dragged against each other, creating a sensation that must have been overwhelming—too much friction, too much stretch, too much everything.
"Three," Zero said. "You're doing so well, Eunbi-ssi. Halfway there."
"Halfway?" Jae-hyun's voice cracked. "You're putting all five in?"
"She said all her holes. She meant all her holes." Zero crouched beside Eunbi's trembling form. "Isn't that right?"
Eunbi couldn't answer. Her mouth hung open, drool dripping onto Dong-soo's cock, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her eyes were unfocused, staring at something in the middle distance. But when Zero asked the question, she nodded—a jerky, desperate motion.
"Yes," she whispered. "Yes. More. Don't stop. Please don't stop."
Your cock was fully hard now, aching in your grip as you stroked yourself. The scene was hypnotic—Eunbi impaled on three tentacle dildos, her asshole stretched into a gaping void, her body trembling with something that looked equal parts agony and bliss. Dong-soo's massive cock still hovered at her lips, and she turned back to it automatically, sucking the head into her mouth with a hunger that hadn't diminished.
"Keep her mouth busy," Zero told Dong-soo. "She takes the toys better when she's choking on cock."
Dong-soo thrust back into her throat, and Kyung selected the fourth tentacle—black, the second-largest, its suckers large enough to leave visible impressions on her inner walls. He didn't wait. He pressed it against the stretched rim, angled it alongside the other three, and pushed with steady, unrelenting pressure.
Eunbi's body convulsed. Her hands, still bound, flew to her own tits, squeezing and twisting her nipples with brutal force. Her hips bucked, impaling herself further on the toys. The muffled sounds coming from around Dong-soo's cock were beyond words—animal noises, guttural and raw.
The fourth tentacle slid home with a wet squelch. Her asshole was now stretched around four silicone shafts of varying colors, the rim a thin band of whitened flesh, the suckers of each toy visible just inside the entrance. Her lower belly was visibly distended, the outlines of the toys pressing against her skin from the inside.
"Fuck," Young-chul breathed. His camera was inches from her ass, capturing every detail. "She's taking four. Four fucking tentacles in her ass."
"Four," Zero counted. "One more, Kyung. The crimson one. The big one."
The fifth tentacle was a monster. Thick as a forearm at the base, its surface covered in suckers and nodules and ridges, the tip tapered to a blunt point. Kyung lifted it with both hands, showing it to Eunbi before pressing it against her ruined hole.
"This one's going to hurt," he said, his soft voice carrying an edge of something darker. "Do you still want it?"
Eunbi pulled off Dong-soo's cock. A bridge of saliva connected her bottom lip to his shaft, stretching, breaking.
"I want it," she said. Her voice was raw. Wrecked. But absolutely certain. "I want to feel it in my stomach. I want to feel full. I want to feel like I'm being split apart. Put it in. Put all of it in. I don't care if it hurts. I don't care if I can't walk tomorrow. I just want to be full."
Zero smiled. "You heard her."
Kyung pressed the crimson tentacle against her asshole. The tip was thicker than the space remaining between the other four toys. He had to angle it carefully, working it into the tiny gap, the silicone sliding against the other shafts with wet squeaking sounds.
Eunbi's head fell back. Her mouth opened on a silent scream. Her fingers dug into her own breasts, nails leaving crescent marks in the soft flesh.
"Breathe," Kyung murmured. "Breathe through it."
She sucked in a ragged breath. Then another. Then—
He pushed.
The fifth tentacle breached her. Her asshole stretched wider than it had any right to, the rim now a thin white line barely visible between the five multicolored shafts. The suckers on all five toys caught and dragged against her inner walls, against each other, creating a symphony of obscene wet sounds. Her stomach bulged further, the outlines of the tentacles visible beneath her skin like something out of a body horror film.
Eunbi came.
The orgasm hit her like a bolt of lightning. Her entire body locked up, muscles seizing, back arching until you thought her spine might snap. A wail tore from her throat—not words, not even a scream, just pure primal sound. Her cunt, still untouched, gushed fluid in a powerful stream that splattered across the floor and hit Kyung's chest. She squirted again and again, her inner muscles convulsing around nothing, desperate for a cock that wasn't there.
"Fuck me," she sobbed. "Someone fuck my cunt. Please. I need a cock in my cunt. I need to be filled everywhere. Please please please—"
You moved before Zero could give the order. Your cock was already hard, already leaking, and her cunt was right there—swollen and dripping and desperate. You knelt between her spread thighs, lined up your shaft with her entrance, and thrust in to the hilt in one brutal motion.
Her inner walls clamped around you like a fist. Even after everything, after all the cocks and toys and brutal pounding, she was still tight. Still hot. Still wet. The pressure of the five tentacles in her ass pushed against your shaft through the thin wall of flesh separating her holes, creating a sensation unlike anything you'd ever felt—tight in a way that was almost painful, each thrust grinding the silicone against your cock from the other side.
"There," Eunbi gasped. "There. Fuck. Yes. Both holes. Both holes full. Don't stop. Don't ever stop."
Dong-soo grabbed her chin and turned her face back toward his cock. "You're not done with me either, whore. Open up."
She opened. He thrust back into her throat, and now she was truly filled—mouth stuffed with Dong-soo's monster cock, cunt impaled on your shaft, ass stretched around five tentacle dildos. Three points of penetration, each one brutal, each one pushing her further beyond anything she'd ever experienced.
You started fucking her in earnest. Your hips pistoned with short, sharp thrusts, the head of your cock nudging against her cervix with each stroke. The tentacles in her ass shifted with your movements, their suckers dragging against both your shaft and her inner walls, creating friction that bordered on overwhelming.
"Harder," Eunbi choked out around Dong-soo's cock. "Harder. Break me. Split me open. I don't care anymore. I just want to feel it. I want to feel everything."
The others gathered closer, watching. Young-chul's camera captured every angle—her stretched mouth, her bulging stomach, her cunt stretched around your cock, her ass impaled on five multicolored shafts. Ho-jin monitored her vitals, muttering numbers that no one listened to. Jae-hyun stroked himself openly, his eyes fixed on the spectacle. Min-seok watched with clinical detachment, though his hand had found its way into his pants.
Zero stood at the head of the scene, arms crossed, scarred eyebrow raised in satisfaction. "This is what happens when you strip away the pretense. This is what's underneath every idol, every celebrity, every person who thinks they're above the rest of us. Just flesh. Just hunger. Just need."
Eunbi heard him. Her eyes, wet and wild, flicked toward Zero. And she nodded.
She fucking nodded.
"More," Dong-soo grunted, his hips moving faster. "She's sucking harder. She's trying to swallow my fucking cock."
She was. Her throat worked frantically around his shaft, the muscles milking him with each thrust. Her tongue pressed against the underside, tracing veins and ridges. Her bound hands had moved from her own tits to his thighs, pulling him closer, encouraging him to go deeper.
Kyung, still behind her, grabbed the bases of the tentacle dildos and started fucking them in and out of her ass. Not just leaving them buried—actively thrusting them, all five at once, their suckers catching and dragging with each stroke. The sight was obscene beyond words: five silicone shafts of varying colors sliding in and out of her ruined asshole, her sphincter stretching and contracting around them, cum and lube and something darker leaking from the stretched rim.
"Look at her stomach," Young-chul said, zooming in. "You can see the toys moving. You can fucking see them."
You could. With each thrust of the tentacles, the outlines beneath her skin shifted and bulged, creating a grotesque puppet show of her own violation. The sight pushed something primal in your brain—disgust, arousal, fascination, all fused together until you couldn't tell where one ended and the next began.
You fucked her harder. Your cock slammed into her cervix with each stroke, the tight ring of muscle yielding slightly, then yielding more. You felt yourself starting to breach her womb again, the head of your cock slipping past that final barrier.
"In my womb," Eunbi gasped, pulling off Dong-soo's cock. "You're in my womb again. Fuck. Breed me again. Fill my womb with cum while my ass is full of toys. Please. Please. I need it. I need to be bred. I need to be overflowing."
"You hear that?" Zero said. "She's begging to be bred. The idol who didn't care about her fans is begging to be impregnated by one of them."
"I'm not an idol anymore," Eunbi sobbed. "I'm not anything anymore. I'm just holes. I'm just a body. Fill me. Use me. Breed me. I don't care. I just want to be full."
Dong-soo grabbed her chin and thrust back into her mouth, cutting off her babbling. Kyung increased his pace with the tentacles, the five shafts pistoning in and out of her ass with wet squelching sounds. And you—you buried yourself in her cunt, your cockhead nestled in her womb, and let your orgasm build.
It didn't take long.
The pressure at the base of your spine became a roar. Your balls drew up tight. Your thrusts became erratic, desperate, animal. Eunbi's inner walls clenched around you in rhythmic waves, her own orgasm building in tandem with yours.
"Inside," she tried to say around Dong-soo's cock. The word came out garbled but unmistakable. "Insiiiide—"
You came.
The first pulse of cum flooded her womb directly, painting her deepest chamber white. The second pulse was just as strong, then the third, then the fourth, each one pumping more seed into her already overflowing body. She came with you—her cunt clamping down, her asshole spasming around the tentacles, her throat constricting around Dong-soo's cock—a full-body orgasm that left her convulsing and sobbing and squirting onto the floor in a powerful gush that splattered your thighs and stomach.
Dong-soo pulled out of her mouth and grabbed his cock, stroking himself furiously. "Where do you want it, whore? Tell me where you want my cum."
"On my face," Eunbi gasped. "Paint my face. Mark me. Make me yours."
He roared and let go. Thick ropes of cum splattered across her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, her lips. Pulse after pulse, more cum than seemed possible, coating her features in a white mask that dripped into her open mouth and down her chin. She caught what she could on her tongue, swallowing greedily, and what she couldn't catch, she wore like warpaint.
Kyung was next. He pulled the tentacles out of her ass one by one—the crimson first, then the black, then the green, then the blue, then the purple—each withdrawal producing a wet pop and a fresh gush of fluid from her ruined hole. When the last one came out, her asshole stayed open, a gaping void that revealed the pink interior beyond, her sphincter too exhausted to close.
"Fuck," Kyung breathed, and he shoved his cock into that void and pumped his own load deep into her bowels. His orgasm was silent—just a sharp exhale and a tightening of his jaw—but the way he ground against her, pressing as deep as possible, told you everything.
When he pulled out, cum leaked from her ass in a thick stream, pooling on the floor beneath her.
Eunbi collapsed forward. Her bound hands couldn't catch her, so she landed face-first on the linoleum, her cum-coated cheek pressing into the cold surface. Her body twitched and shuddered with aftershocks. Her holes—all three of them—leaked various fluids, creating a mixed puddle beneath her prone form.
She was utterly destroyed. Utterly used. Utterly satisfied.
And still, impossibly, she was smiling.
"More," she whispered, her cracked lips barely moving. "I can still feel emptiness. I need more."
Zero crouched beside her, tilting her chin up with one finger. "There is no more, Eunbi-ssi. We've used every hole. We've filled you with more cum and silicone than most women take in a lifetime. What else could you possibly want?"
Her eyes, glassy and unfocused, found yours. "Him. Again. I want him to fuck my ass. I want to feel his cock in my ass while I suck someone else. I want to be airtight. I want to be so full I can't think. I want to forget my name. I want to forget I was ever anything but this."
Your cock, still half-hard despite everything, twitched at her words.
Zero noticed. "She's insatiable. Completely broken. A mindless cock-hungry whore." He stood and gestured at you. "Well? She asked for you specifically. Are you going to disappoint her?"
You looked at Eunbi—cum-soaked, sweat-drenched, her holes gaping and leaking, her eyes pleading—and felt something shift inside you. The anger that had driven you here, the betrayal that had festered in your chest for weeks, was gone. In its place was something simpler. Something purer.
Hunger.
"Position her," you said. "Face down, ass up. Jae-hyun, get in front of her. She said airtight, so she's getting airtight."
Jae-hyun moved into position without hesitation, his thinner but longer cock already hard again. Dong-soo grabbed Eunbi by the hips and lifted her into a kneeling position, her bound hands braced against the floor, her ass presented to you like an offering. Her asshole was still gaping, still leaking Kyung's cum, the rim loose and welcoming.
"No condom," Eunbi breathed. "No lube. Just your cock. Just cum. Breed my ass like you bred my womb."
You knelt behind her, lining up your shaft with her ruined hole. Jae-hyun grabbed her hair and pulled her face toward his cock. She opened for him immediately, taking him deep without being told, her throat working to accommodate his length.
"Now," Zero said.
You thrust into her ass.
The sensation was different from her cunt—looser, sloppier, but somehow more obscene. The cum still inside her served as lubricant, allowing you to sink in to the hilt in one smooth motion. Your cock was surrounded by heat and wetness and the lingering stretch of the tentacles, her inner walls fluttering weakly around your shaft.
Eunbi moaned around Jae-hyun's cock. The sound was muffled but unmistakably pleased.
You started fucking her with long, slow strokes, each thrust pushing a fresh grunt from her throat. Jae-hyun matched your rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth in tandem with your thrusts. She was truly airtight now—mouth stuffed, ass filled, cunt still dripping and neglected between her thighs.
"She needs something in her cunt too," Dong-soo said. He picked up one of the tentacles—the purple one, still slick with her fluids—and shoved it into her empty pussy without ceremony.
Eunbi's scream was swallowed by Jae-hyun's cock.
The three points of penetration drove her higher, her body convulsing with what was either another orgasm or the aftershocks of the last one. Her bound hands clawed at the floor. Her toes curled. Her muffled moans became a continuous stream of sound that vibrated through Jae-hyun's shaft.
"Fuck, she's humming again," Jae-hyun gasped. "She's going to make me come."
"Then come," Zero said. "Fill her throat. She's not done swallowing loads."
Jae-hyun thrust deep and held there, his cock buried in her throat, and came. Eunbi swallowed around him, her throat milking his shaft for every drop, her eyes rolling back in something that looked almost like bliss. When he pulled out, she licked her lips, chasing the taste.
"More," she rasped. "Who's next? Who else wants to fuck my throat? My ass? My cunt? I can take all of you. All at once. I want to be drowning in cum. I want to be dripping from every hole. I want—"
Dong-soo's cock, fully hard again, silenced her. He didn't ask permission. He just shoved his monster shaft between her lips and started fucking her face with the same brutal intensity he'd used on her cunt. Her throat bulged around his girth. Her jaw stretched to its absolute limit. Her eyes watered and her nose ran and she couldn't breathe.
And she loved every second.
Your own orgasm was building again, the tight heat of her ass pulling you toward release. You grabbed her hips and fucked her harder, your balls slapping against her cunt with each thrust, the tentacle still lodged in her pussy shifting with each impact. Her asshole, loose as it was, still gripped your shaft with residual tightness, the stretched rim catching on your head with each withdrawal.
"Going to come," you grunted. "Going to fill your ass."
"Mmm-hmm," Eunbi hummed around Dong-soo's cock. The vibration pushed him over the edge, and he came with a roar, pumping his load directly into her stomach for the second time that night.
You came a heartbeat later. Your cum flooded her bowels, joining Kyung's earlier load and the residual fluids from the tentacles. You pumped until your balls ached, until there was nothing left to give, until her ass was so full that cum leaked around your shaft with each pulse.
When you pulled out, her asshole stayed open—a gaping, cum-filled void that pulsed with her heartbeat. The tentacle in her cunt slipped out with a wet plop. Her mouth hung open, Dong-soo's cum dripping from her lips onto the floor.
She was a mess. A ruin. A masterpiece of degradation.
And she was still smiling.
"More," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Please. More. I can still feel empty. I need—"
"Enough," Zero said. His voice wasn't harsh. It was almost gentle. "You've taken enough for one night, Eunbi-ssi. More than enough."
He crouched beside her, tilting her chin up with one finger. Her eyes, glassy and unfocused, tried to meet his.
"You're not an idol anymore," he told her. "You're not a celebrity. You're not even the woman who made that stupid comment about her fans. You're something new now. Something we made together." He wiped a streak of cum from her cheek with his thumb. "How does that feel?"
Eunbi's smile stretched wider. Cum dripped from her teeth. Tears and drool and sweat streaked her face. Her holes gaped and leaked and pulsed. Everything about her was obscene.
Everything about her was honest.
"It feels," she said, her ruined voice barely a whisper, "like freedom."
Eunbi's whisper still hung in the air when Zero clapped his hands together, the sharp crack cutting through the humid silence of the dressing room.
"Not yet," he said. "You don't get to tap out. You don't get to rest." He nudged her hip with the toe of his shoe. "Roll over."
She couldn't. Her bound wrists and ankles made the motion clumsy, a graceless flopping that left her on her back in the puddle of mixed cum, her gaped holes leaking onto the linoleum. The fluorescent lights cast her in harsh white—every bruise, every smear of mascara, every swollen lip and stretched rim laid bare for the camera Young-chul still held steady.
"Look at her," Dong-soo grunted. He was half-hard again, his monster cock twitching against his thigh as he stared down at her ruined body. "She's still hungry. I can see it in her eyes."
He wasn't wrong. Eunbi's gaze, glassy and unfocused as it was, tracked toward your cock with the single-minded intensity of a predator. Her tongue—thick, coated white—slid across her cracked lips.
"Him," she rasped. "Just him this time. Alone."
Zero's scarred eyebrow lifted. "You're making demands now?"
"Requests." A ghost of her old smile flickered across her cum-streaked face. "I'm making requests. I want him to fuck me like he means it. Like he's not angry anymore. Like he—" Her voice cracked. "Like he still loves me. Just a little. Just for a moment."
The room went quiet.
You felt every pair of eyes turn toward you. Dong-soo's expression was unreadable. Jae-hyun looked away, jaw tight. Min-seok cleaned his glasses with shaking fingers. Kyung, silent as ever, tilted his head like a bird examining something curious.
And Zero—Zero was watching you with that empty smile, waiting to see what you'd do.
"She wants you," he said. "The fan who wrote the letter. The one whose father died. The one who cried when IZ*ONE disbanded." He gestured at her prone form. "She wants that person back. Just for a moment. Can you give her that?"
Your feet carried you forward before your brain caught up.
Eunbi's eyes followed you, wet and wide and terrifyingly hopeful. You knelt beside her, your knees pressing into the sticky mess on the floor, and reached for the silk restraints around her wrists.
"Leave them," Zero said.
"I'm not asking permission."
You worked the knots loose. The silk fell away, revealing the red marks they'd left on her skin. Her hands, when you took them in yours, were cold. Trembling. She flexed her fingers, staring at them like she'd forgotten she had hands at all.
"My legs too," she whispered. "Please. If you're going to—if this is really going to be different—I want to hold you. I want to feel like a person again."
You untied her ankles.
She didn't run. Didn't even try. Just lay there, naked and ruined and covered in the evidence of everything that had been done to her, and waited for you to decide what came next.
"Camera's still rolling," Young-chul said.
"Let it roll." You didn't look at him. Your eyes stayed on Eunbi's face—on the way her expression shifted as she realized you weren't going to hurt her. Weren't going to degrade her. Weren't going to treat her like the hole she'd begged to become. "This one's different."
"How touching," Zero murmured. But there was something in his voice—curiosity, maybe, or the satisfaction of a man watching his experiment yield unexpected results. "Go on, then. Show us how a fan fucks his idol when he's not angry anymore."
Eunbi reached up.
Her fingers, still unsteady, touched your cheek. Traced the line of your jaw. Brushed a strand of sweat-soaked hair from your forehead. The gesture was so gentle, so human, that it made your chest ache.
"You kept my letter," you said.
"In my nightstand." Her voice was barely audible. "I wasn't lying. I read it when I can't sleep. When the anxiety gets bad. When I feel like I'm disappearing behind the idol mask and no one sees the real me anymore." She swallowed hard. "I read your letter and I remember that I mattered to someone. That I made a difference. Even when I said stupid, cruel things in interviews because I was exhausted and frustrated and not thinking."
"You broke my heart."
"I know." Tears welled in her eyes—fresh ones, not the fucked-out weeping from before. Real tears. "I know I did. And I can't undo it. But I can—right now, in this moment—I can be the person you thought I was. Just for you. Just for this."
You kissed her.
It was the first kiss of the night. The first one that wasn't forced or brutal or transactional. Her lips were swollen, split in one corner, tasting of salt and cum and something metallic. But she kissed you back with a tenderness that seemed impossible given everything that had happened—her mouth soft, her tongue tentative, her fingers threading through your hair like you were something precious.
"Fuck," Dong-soo muttered. "This is weird."
"Shut up," Min-seok said quietly. "Just—shut up and watch."
Your hands moved to her body. Not grabbing. Not claiming. Just touching. Your palm settled on her hip, feeling the bone beneath the skin, the tremor of exhausted muscles. Your other hand cupped her breast—bruised now, marked by teeth and fingers, but still soft. Still warm. Still responding when your thumb brushed her nipple.
She arched into your touch. A small sound escaped her throat, not quite a moan, not quite a sob.
"Missionary," she whispered against your lips. "I want to see your face. I want to watch you while you're inside me. I want—I want to remember this. Whatever happens after, whatever they do with the footage, whatever I become—I want to remember this."
You positioned yourself between her thighs. She wrapped her legs around your waist—no restraints now, just her own choice, her own desire. Her heels pressed into the small of your back, urging you closer.
Your cock, hard again despite everything, nudged against her entrance. Her cunt was a mess—swollen, gaped, leaking the cum of three different men. But when the head of your shaft pressed against her, she gasped and her inner muscles fluttered in anticipation.
"Slow," she breathed. "Please. Slow this time."
You pushed in.
The sensation was different from before. Before, it had been about dominance—forcing your way into her, claiming territory, extracting revenge. Now it was about connection. Her cunt, loose from hours of abuse, still gripped your shaft with residual tightness. Still hot. Still wet. Still welcoming.
You sank in to the hilt and held there, letting her feel the fullness, letting her adjust.
Eunbi's eyes never left yours. Her hands came up to frame your face, thumbs tracing your cheekbones, fingers curling behind your ears. Her lips parted on a trembling exhale.
"You're crying," she said.
You were. You hadn't noticed until she pointed it out, but there were tears tracking down your cheeks—hot and unexpected and utterly unstoppable. The anger that had driven you here, the betrayal that had festered for weeks, the cruelty you'd inflicted on this woman, the things you'd watched and participated in—it all hit you at once, a tidal wave of emotion that left you shaking.
"I'm sorry," you choked out. "I'm so fucking sorry."
"I know." She pulled your face down to hers, pressing her forehead against your brow. "I know you are. I'm sorry too. We're both—we're both so fucking broken. But right now—right now, just move. Just feel. Just be here with me."
You moved.
Your hips rolled in slow, deep strokes, each thrust pushing your cock to the very depths of her cunt. The head nudged against her bruised cervix, and she whimpered, but she didn't tell you to stop. Her legs tightened around your waist. Her fingers dug into your shoulders. Her breath came in shaky gasps that matched your rhythm.
"Fuck," Young-chul muttered from behind the camera. "They're actually—this is actually intimate."
"Told you to shut up," Min-seok said.
Eunbi's body responded to you in ways it hadn't with the others. Her cunt grew wetter—not the forced lubrication of degradation, but genuine arousal. Her inner walls clenched and released in waves that seemed to pull you deeper. Her hips rose to meet your thrusts, her movements growing more confident, more eager.
"Harder," she breathed. "You can go harder. I want to feel you. I want to feel everything."
You increased your pace. The wet sounds of your fucking filled the room, but they were different now—less brutal, more rhythmic. Your balls slapped against her ass with each thrust, the impact sending ripples through her cum-slicked thighs. Her breasts bounced with the motion, the nipples dark and hard, still glistening with someone's spit.
She pulled your mouth back to hers. The kiss was deeper this time—hungrier. Her tongue slid against yours, and you tasted the salt of her tears and the bitter residue of the loads she'd swallowed. It should have been disgusting. Instead, it was the most intimate thing you'd ever experienced.
"Tell me," she gasped, breaking the kiss. "Tell me what you're feeling."
"I'm feeling—" Your voice caught. "I'm feeling like I'm fucking the woman I loved. The woman I still love. The woman who broke my heart and somehow still has it."
"I still have it?"
"You still have it."
She sobbed—a broken, desperate sound—and pulled you deeper. Her heels pressed harder into your back. Her cunt clamped around your shaft like she was trying to milk you, trying to keep you inside her forever.
"Come inside me," she begged. "Not because they're watching. Not because you want to degrade me. Because you want to. Because you still love me. Even a little. Even just for now."
Your thrusts grew erratic. The pressure at the base of your spine built and built, a roaring wave that threatened to engulf you. But you held back—held on—because you didn't want this moment to end. Didn't want to lose the connection you'd found in the wreckage of what you'd done to her.
"Not yet," you grunted. "Not in missionary. I want—I want to be deeper. I want to be as deep as possible when I fill you."
Eunbi's eyes, still glassy, still wet, sparkled with something that might have been recognition. "Mating press. Put me in a mating press. Fold me in half and fuck my womb. Breed me properly. Make me yours."
You pulled out. Her cunt made a wet, sucking sound, reluctant to release you. You grabbed her legs and pressed them back—knees to her chest, ankles over your shoulders, her ass lifted off the floor. The position was obscene. Her gaped cunt was fully exposed, the swollen lips parted, the entrance visibly pulsing. Her asshole, still stretched from the tentacles, winked beneath.
"Beautiful," Zero murmured. "Absolutely fucking beautiful."
"Shut up," Eunbi said. It was the first time she'd spoken to him directly since the shift. "This isn't for you. This isn't about you. This is about us."
Zero's smile flickered. For the first time all night, something other than satisfaction crossed his angular features. But he didn't interrupt.
You lined your cock up with her entrance and pushed.
The angle was different—steeper, deeper. You felt the head of your shaft hit her cervix immediately, that tight ring of muscle that guarded her womb. But this time, instead of battering against it, you nudged through. The cervix stretched, yielded, and your cockhead slipped into her deepest chamber with a sensation like breaking through a sealed door.
Eunbi screamed.
It wasn't a scream of pain. It was a scream of absolute, overwhelming sensation—the kind of sound that came from a place beyond language, beyond thought, beyond anything but pure physical response. Her eyes rolled back until only the whites showed. Her tongue lolled from her mouth. Her hands, no longer bound, flew to your shoulders and clawed deep furrows into your skin.
"In my womb," she babbled. "You're in my womb. You're so deep. You're so fucking deep. I can feel you in my stomach. I can feel you everywhere."
You started fucking her—not the brutal, piston-like thrusts from before, but deep, grinding strokes that kept your cockhead nestled in her womb. Each movement pushed a fresh sound from her lips. Each withdrawal left her gasping with emptiness. Her stomach bulged with each thrust, the outline of your shaft visible beneath her skin—a sight that made Young-chul zoom in, that made Dong-soo curse under his breath, that made Zero's smile return in full force.
"I can see you," Eunbi moaned. "I can see your cock moving inside me. Look. Look at what you're doing to me. Look at how deep you are."
You looked. You couldn't help it. The visual was hypnotic—your shaft disappearing into her swollen cunt, the faint bulge in her lower belly shifting with each stroke, her body literally reshaping itself around your intrusion.
"You're fucking my womb," she continued, her voice cracking with every word. "You're breeding me. Actually breeding me. I can feel your cockhead pressing against the walls of my uterus and I—I'm going to come. I'm going to come so fucking hard. Please. Please come with me. Fill my womb. Flood it. Make me overflow."
The pressure in your balls became unbearable. Your thrusts lost their rhythm, became desperate, animal, driven by pure biological imperative. Eunbi's cunt clamped around you in rhythmic waves, her own orgasm building in tandem with yours.
"Now," she sobbed. "Now now now now—"
You buried yourself to the hilt and let go.
The orgasm was a detonation. Thick ropes of cum flooded her womb, pulse after pulse after pulse, each one making her stomach bulge slightly more. You felt her uterus expand with the volume of it, felt her inner walls milk your shaft for every last drop, felt her own orgasm crash through her in response—her cunt spasming, her asshole clenching, her throat releasing a wail that bounced off the dressing room walls.
"Fuck," Jae-hyun breathed. "She's coming again. She's still coming."
She was. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever, wave after wave of convulsive pleasure that left her thrashing and sobbing and squirting a clear fluid that splattered your stomach and thighs. Her cunt gushed around your still-buried cock, the fluid mixing with your cum and leaking onto the floor in a steady stream.
When it finally subsided, she lay limp beneath you, chest heaving, face streaked with tears and drool and the drying remnants of a dozen loads. Her eyes, when they focused on your face, held something you couldn't name.
"Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you for that."
You pulled out. Your cum flowed from her gaped cunt in a white river, pooling on the floor beneath her ass. Her cervix was visible deep inside—bruised, swollen, but still pulsing with satisfaction. Her womb, now thoroughly flooded, left her lower belly slightly distended.
Zero started laughing.
It wasn't his usual controlled chuckle. This was something else—something genuine, something surprised, something almost joyful. He clapped his hands together as the laughter rolled through him, and the others joined in—Dong-soo's deep guffaw, Young-chul's nervous giggle, even Kyung's silent, shaking shoulders.
"This tape," Zero managed, wiping a tear from his eye. "This footage. Everything we captured tonight—the degradation, the surrender, the tentacles, the gaping, and then this—this twisted, beautiful, fucked-up love scene at the end." He grinned, and for once, the expression reached his eyes. "This tape is gonna be fucking expensive."
"Millions," Ho-jin agreed, his clinical detachment cracking into something almost like enthusiasm. "If we release this—and we control the distribution, staggered releases, premium access—we could make millions. Maybe tens of millions."
"Or we could sell it back to her agency," Min-seok said quietly. "They'd pay anything to keep this from going public."
Eunbi heard them. Her gaze flickered toward Zero, and instead of fear, instead of shame, something else crossed her exhausted features.
"You're going to blackmail me," she said. It wasn't a question.
"We're going to leverage an asset," Zero corrected. "There's a difference."
"You're going to own me."
"Legally? No. Practically?" He spread his hands. "You said it yourself. You're not an idol anymore. You're something new. Something we made together. And what we made—" he nodded at Young-chul's camera, at the hours of footage it contained "—has value. Immense value."
Eunbi was quiet for a long moment. Her cum-streaked face was unreadable. Then, slowly, she pushed herself up onto her elbows. Cum leaked from her cunt onto the floor. Drool still glistened on her chin. Her ruined holes gaped and pulsed. Everything about her was obscene.
But her eyes—her eyes were clear.
"You're wrong," she said.
Zero's smile flickered. "About what?"
"About owning me. About this footage having value." She pushed herself further up, until she was sitting, until she was looking at him eye-to-eye despite her nakedness, despite her degradation, despite everything. "I'm not going to be blackmailed. I'm not going to be controlled. You think you broke me? You think you made me into something you can use?"
She stood.
Her legs were unsteady. Her body was a ruin. But she stood, and she faced them—all seven of them—with a steadiness that seemed impossible given what she'd endured.
"You didn't break me. You freed me. You stripped away the idol mask, the public persona, the constant pressure to be perfect and grateful and untouchable. And what's underneath?" She gestured at her own body—the bruises, the cum, the gaped holes. "This is underneath. A woman who likes being fucked. A woman who likes being degraded. A woman who begged for more and meant it. That's not a weakness. That's not something you can use against me. That's a truth I've been hiding from myself for years."
Zero's smile had disappeared entirely. His scarred eyebrow was a hard line. His jaw was tight.
"So release the footage," Eunbi continued. "I don't care. Release it, and I'll go on every talk show in Korea and tell them exactly what happened. Tell them I enjoyed it. Tell them I begged for more. Tell them it was the most honest I've ever been in my entire career." She took a step toward him, and despite everything—despite his power, his planning, his control—he took a step back. "You wanted the real me. Congratulations. You found her. And you have no idea what to do with her."
Silence.
Then Zero laughed—a different laugh this time. Sharper. Darker. The laugh of a man who'd been outplayed at his own game.
"Interesting," he said. "Very interesting." He looked at you. "She's remarkable. I can see why you loved her."
"Still do," you said. The words came out before you could stop them.
Eunbi turned to look at you. Her expression was complicated—gratitude, confusion, something that might have been hope. She didn't say anything. She didn't have to.
"Take her home," Zero said abruptly. "Clean her up. Let her rest. We'll discuss the footage later." He pocketed his phone and headed for the door. "Consider this a gift. You broke her. You put her back together. She's yours now. Do what you want with her."
The others followed him out—Dong-soo with a last, lingering look at Eunbi's body, Young-chul still filming until Ho-jin tapped his shoulder, Kyung silent as a ghost, Min-seok pausing at the door.
"I'm sorry," he said, not meeting Eunbi's eyes. "For what I did. For what I said. I was—I was so angry. I forgot you were a person."
"I know," Eunbi said. Her voice was gentle. "I forgot too."
Min-seok nodded once and left.
The door clicked shut.
You and Eunbi were alone in the dressing room. The fluorescent lights hummed. The distant thump of the festival's closing acts vibrated through the walls. Somewhere, fifty thousand people were cheering for an encore, oblivious to everything that had happened thirty meters away.
"I meant what I said," Eunbi said quietly. "About the letter. About reading it when I can't sleep. About you being my favorite fan."
"I know."
"I also meant what I said about liking this." She gestured at her body—the cum, the bruises, the evidence of everything that had been done to her. "I didn't think I would. I thought I'd hate it. I thought I'd feel violated. But somewhere in the middle of everything—somewhere between choking on Dong-soo's cock and having those tentacles shoved in my ass—something snapped. Something good. Something that had been wound too tight for too long finally broke, and underneath it was just—hunger. Pure, unfiltered hunger. And it felt like freedom."
You pulled your pants on. Found your shirt. Grabbed a towel from the vanity and held it out to her.
"Let's get you cleaned up."
She took the towel. Her fingers brushed yours, and the contact sent a shiver through both of you.
"And then what?" she asked.
"And then we figure out what comes next."
She wiped the cum from her face—slow, methodical strokes that left streaks on the towel. When she looked up at you again, some of the exhaustion had faded. Some of the fire had returned.
"Promise me something," she said.
"Anything."
"Promise me you'll still be my fan. Even after tonight. Even after everything you've seen me do. Even after everything you've done to me. Promise me you'll still be the person who wrote that letter."
Your throat tightened. "I promise."
She nodded. Wrapped the towel around herself. Took a shaky step toward the door.
"Good," she said. "Because I think I'm going to need a fan like you. Someone who sees the real me and doesn't run away. Someone who knows what I am and still—" Her voice cracked. "Still thinks I matter."
"Matter," you said, stepping forward to steady her as her legs wobbled. "Eunbi-ssi, you're the only thing that's ever mattered."
She leaned into you. Her weight was slight, her body trembling with exhaustion, but her grip on your arm was fierce.
"Take me home," she whispered. "Please. Take me home."
You did.
The festival was still raging outside. Music pounded. Crowds roared. Lights strobed across the Seoul skyline. But in the service corridor, in the quiet space between the dressing room and the exit, you walked with Eunbi's arm around your shoulder and her cum-streaked hair brushing your cheek. Behind you, the dressing room sat empty—the only evidence of what had happened there the puddles on the floor, the discarded silk restraints, the five multicolored tentacle dildos still glistening on the vanity.
And somewhere, in a van pulling out of the loading dock, six men sat with a camera full of footage and no idea what to do with it. Zero's laughter had stopped. His smile had faded. His plan—so carefully constructed, so meticulously executed—had crumbled in the face of a woman who refused to be broken.
Because Eunbi was right. They hadn't broken her.
They'd freed her.
And the real Kwon Eunbi—cum-soaked, hole-gaped, psychologically cracked open but spiritually whole—was more dangerous than the idol had ever been.
The service door opened onto the night. Cool air hit your face. The stars, dimmed by Seoul's light pollution, still managed to glitter overhead. Eunbi tilted her head back to look at them, and for the first time all night, her smile was soft. Real. Unguarded.
"Freedom," she murmured, and the word tasted different now. Not the desperate, broken whisper from before. Something steadier. Something true.
You hailed a taxi. The driver took one look at Eunbi—disheveled, towel-wrapped, clearly not in any state to be out in public—and wisely said nothing. The address she gave wasn't her agency dorm or her luxury apartment. It was somewhere else. Somewhere you didn't recognize.
"Where are we going?" you asked.
"My real home," she said. "The one the company doesn't know about. The one I bought with my own money, not their contracts." She leaned her head against your shoulder. "I keep your letter there. In my nightstand. I want you to see it."
The taxi pulled into traffic. Seoul slid past the windows—neon and concrete and crowds of people who had no idea that Kwon Eunbi, headliner of Waterbomb Seoul 2026, was currently leaking cum onto the backseat of a Hyundai while wearing nothing but a towel and a smile.
"When we get there," she said, her voice drowsy, "I want you to fuck me again. In my bed. In my sheets. No cameras. No audience. Just you and me and whatever this is between us."
"And if I'm too tired?"
She laughed—a genuine laugh, surprised and bright. "Then I'll fuck you. I've learned a few things tonight. I think I can manage."
The driver's eyes flicked to the rearview mirror. You caught his gaze and shrugged.
"She's had a long night," you said.
He turned his attention back to the road.
Eunbi's hand found yours. Her fingers interlaced with yours, sticky and warm. She closed her eyes, and within minutes, her breathing evened out. She was asleep—or close to it—her body finally surrendering to the exhaustion that had been held at bay by adrenaline and arousal and sheer force of will.
You watched her sleep. Watched the rise and fall of her chest beneath the towel. Watched the bruises darkening on her throat and shoulders. Watched the ghost of a smile that lingered on her swollen lips.
Somewhere in the van driving in the opposite direction, Zero was probably already formulating a new plan. Dong-soo was probably already thinking about the next time he could get his hands on Eunbi's body. Young-chul was probably already reviewing footage, cataloging angles, calculating value.
But here, in this taxi, in this moment, none of that mattered.
What mattered was the woman asleep on your shoulder—the idol who'd broken your heart and the whore who'd put it back together. The fantasy you'd worshipped and the reality you'd helped create. The letter in her nightstand and the cum dripping down her thigh.
What mattered was that she'd asked you to stay.
What mattered was that you intended to.
The taxi turned down a quiet street, away from the neon and the crowds, toward a part of Seoul you'd never seen. Toward a home that wasn't on any company registry. Toward a bed where Kwon Eunbi—not the idol, not the brand, not the broken doll of Zero's creation—would pull you down beside her and whisper your name like it meant something.
Toward whatever came next.
And in the dark of the taxi, with her hand in yours and her breath steady against your neck, you realized you were smiling too.
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(Wordcount:1,664 & Original Post on Fanprose: June 19, 2026)
By Jaewon
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Summary: After a long day of rehearsals, Kwon Eunbi invites you — her trusted backup dancer and secret crush — back to her place for some much-needed rest. What begins as sweet, caring cuddles turns into an intense night of breast worship, where you can’t get enough of her body and she loves every second of your devotion.
The practice room had emptied out hours ago, but Eunbi stayed behind with me, running through the final section one last time. Her movements were powerful yet graceful, the kind that made the whole stage light up whenever she performed. Sweat glistened on her skin under the dimmed lights, and every time she hit a sharp move, her chest bounced in a way that made it impossible not to notice. I tried to stay professional, but she caught me looking more than once.
“You’re staring again,” she said with a soft laugh as we cooled down, grabbing her towel. Her voice had that warm, teasing tone that always made my heart skip.
“Sorry,” I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck. “Hard not to. You’re… incredible up there.”
Eunbi smiled, the kind that reached her eyes and made her look even more beautiful. She was wearing a loose practice top and shorts, but nothing could hide how full and perfect her breasts looked even after hours of dancing. “Come on. My place is close by. You look like you need a break too. I’ll make us something to eat.”
I didn’t hesitate. Being around Eunbi always felt easy — fluffy and comfortable, like we’d known each other longer than the few months I’d been on her team. We walked the short distance to her apartment, talking about the choreography, funny moments from tour, and how tiring the comeback preparations were. Inside, she kicked off her shoes and pulled me straight to the couch.
“Sit. I’ll grab some water,” she said, disappearing into the kitchen. When she returned, she handed me a cold bottle and sat right beside me, her thigh pressing against mine. The closeness felt natural. Comfortable. Until her hand rested on my knee and stayed there.
“You’ve been working really hard too,” she murmured, looking at me with those bright, sincere eyes. “I notice, you know. The way you always make sure the formation looks perfect. The way you look at me… like I’m the only one on stage.”
My mouth went dry. “Because you are.”
She bit her lip, then leaned in. The first kiss was gentle — sweet and slow, her lips soft and warm. I cupped her face, deepening it, and she melted against me with a quiet sigh. When we pulled apart, her cheeks were flushed.
“I want you to touch me tonight,” she whispered. “All of me. Especially… here.” She took my hand and placed it on her chest, right over her heart and the soft swell beneath her top. “I’ve seen how you look at them. I like it.”
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We moved to her bedroom, clothes coming off piece by piece between kisses. Eunbi’s body was a dream — toned from dancing but soft in all the right places. When her top came off, revealing a simple black bra that barely contained her large, full breasts, I couldn’t help but stare.
“God, Eunbi…” I breathed.
She laughed shyly, unclasping the bra herself and letting it fall. Her breasts spilled free — heavy, round, with pretty pink nipples already hardening in the cool air. They were perfect. I reached out, cupping one in each hand, feeling their weight and warmth.
“They’re sensitive tonight,” she said softly, voice a little breathy. “Be gentle at first?”
I nodded, leaning down to kiss the valley between them. The scent of her skin — clean sweat mixed with her sweet lotion — made my head spin. I worshipped them slowly, kissing every inch, licking along the soft undersides, then taking one nipple into my mouth. I sucked gently, swirling my tongue, while my hand massaged the other breast, thumb brushing the peak.
Eunbi moaned quietly, fingers threading through my hair. “That feels so good… keep going.”
I spent what felt like forever on her chest. Sucking, licking, gently biting, burying my face between them and pressing them against my cheeks. The softness was addictive. I’d pull back to admire how they glistened with my saliva, then dive back in, worshipping them like they deserved. She arched into my mouth, pushing her breasts together for me, encouraging every touch.
“You really love them, huh?” she teased between moans, but her voice was thick with arousal.
“More than you know,” I answered honestly, switching to the other nipple and giving it the same loving attention.
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My cock was painfully hard by then, straining against my boxers. Eunbi noticed and reached down, wrapping her hand around me. Her grip was warm and confident as she started stroking — slow, teasing handjob that had me groaning into her chest.
“Feels good?” she asked, twisting her wrist just right on every upstroke. Her thumb smeared the precum over the head, making everything slick and smooth. I nodded, still latched onto her breast, sucking harder as pleasure built.
She pushed me back gently onto the bed and slid down my body, breasts dragging along my skin. Kneeling between my legs, she looked up at me with that mix of innocence and heat. “Let me take care of you too.”
She started with her mouth — a slow, wet blowjob that drove me crazy. Her lips wrapped tight around the head, sucking softly while her tongue swirled. Then she took more, bobbing her head, taking me deeper until I hit the back of her throat. The sounds were obscene and perfect — wet slurps mixed with her little hums of pleasure.
While she sucked me, her hand stroked what her mouth couldn’t reach. I watched her breasts sway with every movement, heavy and hypnotic.
“Eunbi… your tits,” I groaned.
She pulled off with a pop, smiling. “You want them here?”
I nodded eagerly. She sat up, pressing her breasts together around my cock. The titfuck was pure bliss. Warm, soft flesh enveloped me completely as she moved up and down, squeezing them tighter. The head of my cock disappeared between them on every stroke, slick with her saliva and my precum.
“Fuck, they’re so perfect,” I muttered, thrusting up gently into the valley of her chest. She looked down, watching the way I slid between her breasts, then leaned forward to lick the tip every time it appeared. The combination of titjob and her eager tongue had me losing control fast.
“You can cum on them,” she whispered, picking up the pace, bouncing her breasts around my shaft. “I want to see it.”
I didn’t last much longer. With a deep groan, I came hard, thick ropes of cum painting her chest and neck. Some landed on her nipples. Eunbi moaned softly, milking me with her breasts until I was spent, then used her fingers to spread it over her skin like lotion.
“Messy boy,” she teased, but her eyes were sparkling.
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I pulled her up and kissed her deeply, tasting myself on her tongue. Then I laid her back down, ready to return the favor. I spent even more time worshipping her breasts — cleaning my cum off with my tongue, sucking her nipples until she was squirming and begging. My hand slipped between her legs; she was soaked.
Two fingers slid inside her easily while I continued lavishing attention on her chest. I curled them, rubbing that spot inside her as my thumb found her clit. Eunbi’s moans grew louder, her hips rocking against my hand.
“Don’t stop… please, I’m close—”
She came with a shudder, pussy clenching around my fingers, a rush of wetness coating my hand. I kept sucking on her breast through her orgasm, drawing it out until she was panting and tugging at my hair.
We took a short break, cuddling close. She traced patterns on my chest while I gently massaged her breasts, soft and affectionate now. “No one’s ever paid this much attention to them before,” she admitted quietly. “It feels really good. Special.”
“You deserve it,” I whispered, kissing her forehead. The fluffy warmth between us felt real — safe and intimate.
But the heat built again quickly. She straddled me, guiding my cock inside her tight, wet heat. We moved together slowly at first, her riding me while I reached up to play with her bouncing breasts. I squeezed them, pinched her nipples, pulled her down so I could suck on them while she ground against me.
The pace quickened. She rode me harder, tits slapping against my face as I worshipped them from below. I flipped us so I was on top, thrusting deep while still buried between her breasts as much as possible — kissing, licking, sucking nonstop.
“Cum inside me,” she moaned, legs wrapped tight around my waist. “I want to feel you.”
I drove into her faster, the wet sounds filling the room. When I finally came, buried deep, she clenched around me and came again, her body trembling under mine.
We collapsed together, sweaty and satisfied. I pulled her into my arms, kissing her softly. My hands never left her chest for long — gentle caresses now, soothing and loving. Eunbi nuzzled into my neck, humming contentedly.
“Stay the night?” she asked.
“Wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”
We talked quietly for a while — about the comeback, our feelings, how this had been building for weeks. Another round followed later: slower, lazier. She gave me another incredible blowjob while I played with her breasts, then another titfuck that ended with me covering them again. I ate her out while she sat on my face, her heavy tits resting on my chest as she rode my tongue to another shaking orgasm.
By the time we finally drifted off, her body curled against mine, I knew this was more than just one night. Eunbi’s soft breathing, the way she kept my hand on her chest even in sleep — it felt like the start of something real.
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Hope you enjoyed the detailed worship and fluffy connection. Let me know if you want more like this. - Jaewon
Important Note: This is not totally original, is a reversion of THIS other story. Of course I made all the necessary changes.
Just as a suggestion consider reading this story while listening THIS, or something like this, just to create some atmosphere.
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The bass of the techno music made the walls of the dirty bathroom vibrate just as Somi’s heart pounded against her ribs. Boom, boom, boom! An incessant pounding that set a frenetic rhythm, a march that the hundreds of people on the dance floor followed, each in their own way. But here, in the apparent and fake calm of the bathroom, there was a different atmosphere. Here, the air was thick with the smell of cheap floor cleaner, urine, and a few other unidentifiable things that were intoxicating to the censes.
A mirror with a cracked edge, almost as dirty as the walls, reflected a distorted image of herself. Crooked, dirty, dimmed by the dim light that the room’s only light bulb barely managed to emit. But it didn’t matter, why did she want to see herself? She had fucked a thousand times in front of mirrors, all much cleaner and in better condition than this specific one. In much cleaner and better equipped places to fuck than this dirty bathroom. No, the important thing here was not to see her reflection, nor the person standing behind her. Standing, so to speak.
What was his name? Mark, Julius… Dylan maybe? It didn’t matter; in an hour or so, she wouldn’t need to remember it. Actually, she didn't even need to do it right now. What really mattered was the thick cock he was shoving up her ass. Big, veiny, and throbbing, it pushed its way through her anus, ramming against her walls. With each new thrust, Somi’s plump ass vibrated at a different rhythm than her heart or the techno banger resonating through the speakers.
Her shirt was hiked up, revealing the glory of her massive cleavage. Her shorts were bunched up around her knees, along with her tiny thong. Shorts that, when properly worn, didn’t cover much. They were so short that her buttocks spilled over the edge, leaving almost half of her ass exposed, or maybe her ass was just too big to be contained by such tiny shorts. That boldness in her dress had served her well in seducing Mark. A single glance, a wiggle of her hips, and her ass jiggling like jelly was all it took to seduce him.
Somi was beautiful, but she had perfected that fake expression that made her look stupider than she really was, but at the same time almost cute. A contradiction that was her most lethal weapon if you didn't take into account how exuberant her body was. She just had to put on that expression while her hot body did the rest. If her ass was big and overflowed the edges of her denim shorts, her tits were the same. Barely contained by the bra that squeezed them and made them look firmer than they really were. Her outfit was completed by a see through white shirt, with a bold message printed in it, which revealed her simple black bra. As a final detail, or as the icing on the cake, there was the leather choker that she had firmly tightened around her neck, and it ended up giving her the look of a cheap whore that she had been determined to maintain that night. But even so, somehow her outfit was rather modest for the place she was in.
After dancing with Julius for a few minutes, she simply took him by the hand and led him to one of the bathrooms. They didn’t talk much; there was no need. Somi spoke perfect English, but she preferred to use her dumb face to fool people. According to her, it made her look hotter, more exotic, at least to the kind of people she had come here to find. A stupid Asian slut who barely understood the language, but was totally willing to have sex with anyone. Deep down, that was what Somi wanted, just to fuck anyone. Wild sex with a stranger in a place where no one knew her, where she was just another face in the crowd. Another one dancing and having a good time as if nothing else mattered in the world.
That’s how she ended up in that small, dirty bathroom, leaning against the sink, her shorts around her knees. The best part was Dylan fucking her in the ass. His cock was big enough to be a challenge for Somi, especially since the only thing she had to use as lubricant was saliva. But Somi had taken the cock in her ass like a real champ, or rather a real slut accustomed to that kind of excess, and now she moaned like crazy with every thrust of that big piece of meat.
She didn’t care about making noise, she didn’t care if someone saw her, nothing mattered. There were very specific rules about behavior here, and the most sacred one was not to disturb others. Which actually had nothing against fucking in the bathroom. Hell, there were better places to fuck in the club, that’s what they were there for, but doing it in this dirty, battered bathroom was so obscene to Somi that it made her pussy throb. She could have found a better place, something more comfortable, but she had come looking for excitement and adrenaline, something naughty, not an average experience.
That bathroom offered her everything she wanted for that night, even exposure she wasn’t actively seeking. While they were in the bathroom, two people had come in, one when she was on her knees with Mark’s cock deep down in her throat, and another when he was already fucking her ass. Both people used the bathroom, watched for a few minutes, and then left without washing their hands. Perhaps if one of them had been more daring, Somi would have let them join in, but both stuck to the rule of not joining in unless invited. In Somi’s opinion, at least tonight, that was a shame.
On the bright side, it had been a long time since she had been fucked like that, in such a rough and animalistic way. Julius held her by the waist with one hand and with the other he spread her buttocks so he could see his dick going in and out of Somi’s no longer so tight asshole. From time to time, he spat on her ass crack and let the saliva run down to his cock to make penetration a little easier. Somi’s abused anus appreciated the extra lubrication every time he spat on there. Either way, with or without saliva, Somi’s ass swallowed his cock all the way to the hilt.
Rarely in her life had she made such obscene, pleasure filled faces as she did now. The little that the mirror reflected allowed her to see herself totally consumed by pleasure, at times with her tongue out and gasping for breath. Putting on quite a show for Dylan or anyone who decided to walk through that door. She was sure her moans could be heard outside the bathroom. Perhaps the music managed to muffle them a few feet beyond the door, but whoever crossed it was fully aware of what they were getting into. The noises coming from the bathroom were like the growls coming from a beast’s lair. The beast was apparently Somi, who looked like a bitch in heat.
Luckily for Somi’s exhibitionist side, a third person entered the bathroom. This time, instead of just relieving himself, watching, and leaving, he stayed in a corner leaning against the wall. Cock in hand, the stranger began to masturbate while watching Somi get fucked. This was the audience she was looking for after the other two ignited that spark on her. An audience more proactive, openly reveling in the show she was putting on. She chose to reward the stranger by winking mischievously at him before sticking out her tongue and panting for him. But she didn’t stop there; she also pulled down her bra to make the whole situation even more erotic. Instantly, one of her tits fell free, heavy and hanging in all its glory, now without nothing to contain it. She kneaded it while continuing to look at the stranger, moaning and feeling her whole body tremble from the thrusts of this man whose name she couldn’t remember. At that moment, they were just three strangers having a good time in a dirty smelly bathroom at a techno club lost in some part of Detroit.
His cock opened her anus and stretched its walls frantically, making her pussy throb and get wet. She needed attention there too, at least some caresses on her swollen and soaked lips. She thought about inviting the new stranger, but would she be able to? Could she go that far? Could she truly abandon herself to pleasure and surrender her body to be used as those two men wished? For the moment, she was enjoying the extra attention too much, but the night was still young, and perhaps venturing into it so soon was premature. For now, she decided to indulge herself by using her own hand to satisfy her needy cunt. She let her breast hang free, swaying to the rhythm of the thrusts, so she could touch her wet hole.
Indeed, she was very wet, and also in need. Two fingers entered so easily that it seemed like that was their natural place to be. Mark, or whatever his name was, fucked her ass while she kept pace with her fingers. It was a kind of obscene dance that for the moment had only one spectator, who remained in his corner touching himself. Indulging himself in the pleasure of watching Somi’s lustful body tremble with each new thrust, with each new stroke of those hips against her fat ass.
It was all so obscene. The dirty and smelly bathroom, a stranger sticking his cock in her ass as deep as it could go, and another man masturbating to the show they were putting on. Oh, Somi felt like she was in heaven, and her fingers only took her higher. Her orgasm didn’t take long to arrive, hitting her hard and almost by surprise. Somi was too immersed in all the sensations surrounding her to even see it coming. By the time she realized it, it was too late, she was already trembling and the walls of her pussy were squeezing her fingers. But that was nothing compared to her ass walls closing around the cock that kept fucking her nonstop.
She moaned wildly as she enjoyed her well deserved orgasm, but for some reason her pussy was still burning. Inside her was a fire that seemed impossible to extinguish, quite the contrary, it only seemed to increase in intensity. She needed more, she wanted something extra to seal this casual encounter with strangers she would never see again. Maybe she wouldn’t use her pussy right now, but there were other ways.
Without remorse and totally sure of what she was doing, she reached out her hand to the stranger in the corner, the one who was masturbating, and opened and closed her hand in an unmistakable gesture of invitation. The man hesitated for a few seconds before approaching, and when he was within reach, Somi grabbed his cock and began to masturbate him. The man took advantage of the closeness, the invitation, and grabbed Somi’s tits. She was overcome with joy.
Julius fucked her ass with powerful thrusts that made her body vibrate in the same way the music had done on the dance floor, but now more erratically. Somi realized that he was now closer to her, and when she felt him open her ass with both hands and bury himself deep inside her, she knew what was coming. She squeezed her anus to give him more pleasure and managed to make him explode inside her. Instantly, a torrent of warm semen flooded her insides. The heat spread through her like a flood of pleasure, and Somi contributed by squeezing her ass to milk every last drop of semen she could get out of him as her well deserved prize.
The other man didn’t last much longer. With Dylan still buried deep in her ass, Somi received the second stranger’s load in her hand. She didn’t stop masturbating when she felt him cum; on the contrary, she increased the pace of her hand. She couldn’t help but milk him too for every last drop. When she felt that nothing more was coming out, she brought her hand to her mouth and licked her fingers. She ran her tongue over every corner of her hand until it was completely clean and shiny, until she swallowed all the semen in her hand. When the stranger saw that she had eaten everything, that there was nothing left, he simply thanked her, put his cock back in his pants, and left the bathroom.
Mark, for his part, slowly pulled out his cock while keeping Somi’s buttocks well apart. When he was finally out, he admired his work. Somi’s anus was slowly closing, and he took the opportunity to take out his phone and take some pictures. Seeing what he was doing, Somi helped him keep her butt cheeks apart and even made her anus blink for him. The idea that a stranger had photos of her freshly fucked ass, in which you could probably see the semen they had filled her with dripping out, excited her immensely. It was as if it were the culmination of what she had come to this club, to this city.
When he had enough photos of Somi’s ass, and her anus finally closed, Dylan also put his cock back in his pants and left the bathroom. He knew there was no need to say anything, not even a goodbye or a thank you. He had helped make Somi’s crazy fantasy come true, and that was enough for him. Besides, he was sure that in half an hour she would no longer remember anything about him. The only existing memory of this chance encounter would be the many photos he had taken and some soreness in Somi’s asshole, nothing more.
And so Somi was left alone in the bathroom, with an irritated asshole, one tit still hanging free, and her guts full of two stranger's hot semen.
The excitement of that fleeting encounter coursed through her veins and led her to make yet another daring decision that night, so she simply took off her bra and tossed it somewhere onto the dirty floor. Her tits hung freely in all their glory, revealing just how big and heavy they really were. But she covered it by put on her shirt, making sure her hard nipples were clearly visible through the fabric, and then pulled up her shorts. When her buttocks spilled over the edges of the shorts again, she tugged at the straps of her thong to make it clear just how skimpy was the excuse of underwear she was wearing.
Somi felt revitalized, as if the energy and anticipation of going out on the hunt had taken over her body once more. She fixed her hair while looking in the dirty, broken mirror, already thinking about her next move. The night was young and the club was full; she still had time to dance, drink, and maybe choose someone else. Yes, she was definitely going to do it, but this time she wouldn’t be looking for a cock. Her second course of the night would be something different and more wet, just to make some changes and let her holes rest for a while.
A/N: After that anon asked me which of my stories would fit with other idols, I started thinking about this one in particular. I couldn't resist and had to do it because I really think this fits Somi very well.
I feel like this somehow ended up being dirtier than the original version. What do you think?
First of all my name is Mark Barr; I'm forty-six years old and an architect. I'm no Remington Steele or Tom Cruise, whichever generation you come from; but I would like to think that at six foot two and a hundred and ninety pounds I can still cut a decent manly pose. We have an in home gym in our basement that I will admit I probably could and should use more; but find the time.
MY wife's name is Dara, she teaches English at our local high school. No our sex life isn't terrible, and no she doesn't screw every male in town. Like me; at forty-five age has caught up to her a bit; her 36C's hang a big heavier on her chest, and her hips might be a bit fuller after two kids; but she has an ass you could grip all night long.
Last night we were getting frisky after going to bed. We have two children by the way. Our oldest son is twenty-two and he attends state university. Our youngest is Yujin, our nineteen year old daughter; who attends local community college. She decided the first two years were basic education and she could just as easily get it at community college as she could at university; and at half the cost. Leave it to Yujin to be logical about these things.
Anyway, back to where I was. Things were beginning to warm up, when Dara started in about me not being 'into it'. She wanted me to be more assertive and more verbal; I just wanted to enjoy the sensations. It was our usual disagreement.
Of course it didn't help when I gave a smart remark about fucking her tight wet cunt; Dara can be rather reserved about some things. Needless to say things deteriorated down from there, ending when Dara turned on her side in a huff; calling off our little tryst.
The next morning I tried to apologize and be more romantic; but the damage was done. Dara commented about how she was tired she was the only putting anything into our lovemaking; then off to the mall she went in a huff.
Being a Saturday morning, I headed to my office; I figured I could get some work done since getting my blue balls off didn't seem to be on the agenda.
My office used to be our sons bedroom, I had converted it when he entered his second year at university and it was evident he had no plans on returning. I settled in my chair and flipped on my computer, I could hear Yujin's music rumbling through the wall since her bedroom was right beside the office.
I sat waiting for the system to boot up my mind wandering. Like all men, I have fantasies, and one of them was recurring. To just once have a partner to go through the entire act with and never say a word. Too just know what each other wanted, and to do it; no directions, no reminders; just synchronized sex.
It startled me when I realized someone was standing beside my chair. I swiveled slightly and found Yujin standing there staring at me. How to describe Yujin? Would you call her willowy? Not really I would have to say.
She took more after her maternal grandmother than either her mom or I. Like Grandma Nora she barely stood over five feet tall, and I bet the girl weighed a whopping hundred pounds at best. Her size belied her strength, which could be seen in those tanned and tones legs; strengthened from four years of volleyball and girls soccer.
The same legs that were on display right now as she stood by my chair in her night shirt, which barely ended below her ass. But it wasn't her ass my eyes landed on when I turned. I would say Yujin's breasts were probably a 34C; which you might consider normal for most women, but when you put them on that small frame, it made them look huge.
At that moment I was staring right at them, as two points pressed against the fabric of her night shirt. I didn't usually perv over my daughters breasts, but when they are eye level it's kind of hard not to.
I pulled my eyes away from what I knew were her braless breasts and looked up. Yujin has long auburn hair that she usually keeps in a ponytail. When she lets it hang loose like she was this morning, it falls in waves to frame her face, and what I consider to be one of her best features. Those big brown doe like eyes that looked at me now.
I stared up at her, wondering how much this was going to cost me this time. Let's be real, Yujin is a teenage girl; and if she could get away with it she would max out my credit cards.
I sat in dumb shock as Yujin reached down and gripped the armrests of my chair, finishing my turn until I faced her. Then, without uttering a word, she began to climb onto my lap.
Let me say here that my office chair is not what you think. When you spend as much time as I do sitting in it; you tend to get the one you like. My chair had bigger armrests for me to lean on; ones Yujin used quite well as she levered herself up. The seat was a bit wider than most, allowing me to shift around. Yujin used that width as she slid her slender legs along the outside of mine, straddling me.
The whole motion caught me so off guard I was totally mute. Yujin had never been the clinging 'sit on daddy's lap' kind of girl. Oh she was loving and affectionate, but never like this.
Yujin positioned herself and I realized she wasn't climbing into my lap; she had climbed ONTO my lap. MY eyes must have enlarged to double their size as my nineteen year old daughter lowered herself onto my lap.
That tight night shirt slid up those tanned thighs until the edge of her panties peeked out. I felt pure heat descend and then press into my groin. I have news guys; I challenge any male out there to tell me what would happen if a nubile nineteen your old suddenly pressed her heated sex down onto his bulge. You got it; my cock reared its lions head in mere seconds.
I saw the hint of a smile cross Yujin's face as she felt that growing bulge under her. I opened my mouth to ask her what the hell she was doing. Suddenly one hand shot up from the arm rest and two soft fingers tapped at my lips, her head shaking no.
I closed my mouth, and damn near groaned when she gripped the arms again, and began to slowly grind her body into me. I stared into her large brown eyes as that hint of a smile returned when she felt me pulse under her.
That was quickly replaced by a glassy look as she shifted her hips, sliding those panty covered lips up and then back down my now huge bulge.
I couldn't help it, I just couldn't. My hands lifted from the arm rests, my hands slipping around her trim waist; and I pulled her harder onto me.
I felt her shudder at the increased contact, and her head came down to rest on my shoulder. Dear God she had just given me the green light to dry hump her wet pussy.
Before I knew what I was doing, my hands slipped around her waist and I gripped the firmest ass I had held in my hands in over twenty years. I felt her teeth softly graze my neck, her silent acknowledgement to continue.
I picked up the pace, my hips pressing up into her; my bulge pressing into the crease of her panties. The sheer intensity and the suddenness coupled to bring me to the edge much faster than I really wanted. I wanted to cum so badly it hurt, but I wanted HER to cum also.
Then the flood gates opened; I felt her body twitch as her hard nipples pressed into my chest.
"Nnnngggggggg" she gave a small groan as her belly erupted.
Yujin was cumming; and she was cumming on MY cock. I lost it. With a grunt I pushed my hips up, my balls spasming. I felt a gush of hot cum pump into my briefs as Yujin trembled on my lap.
Yujin raised her head and her eyes stared deep into mine as I felt her shudder on me a second time; I could feel the rise in the wetness and heat pressed against my groin as she soaked through her panties.
I watched her as my cock pulsed a second and then third time as I literally flooded my briefs; God I hadn't cum this hard in years. That small smiled swept across her lips as I released my frustrations.
Reluctantly I released her ass as she slid from my lap, standing in front of me. Just as her night shirt slid back into place, my eyes glanced down and I caught the vision of her dark cream stained panties molded to her swollen lips.
Yujin leaned down and lightly pressed her lips to mine. I could only sit and watch, basking in the after-glow as she silently walked from my office. I wanted to get up and march to her room and demand she explain what the hell had just happened. But then I thought, what do I ask? How do you ask your daughter why she just rubbed one out on your hard cock? Of course, that would mean I would have to explain my hard cock; or worse, my orgasm.
Later that night, after the house had grown quiet; I rolled onto my side on the bed, and slowly slid my hand up my wife's bare thigh. I had been in an almost constant state of horniness since that morning, and now was the perfect time to release it.
Surprisingly Dara was elated at my sudden aggression, as I told her in a hushed voice exactly what I wanted to do to her body. Things were way past getting hot and heavy, when my hormonal brain short circuited and I did the unthinkable; I asked my wife for a blowjob.
Now I have to say, don't be too hard on Dara; she grew up in a very conservative home. It had taken me a few years just to convince her sex was more than procreation. It had been the work of two decades just to get here to admit she enjoyed fucking.
Unfortunately there were still a few things on her 'dirty' list. Anal sex was an absolute no-no; and any kind of oral was something only whores did, not good wives.
At first I tried to push the idea; come on it was just a simple blowjob. Then I tried to back pedal, but the damage had been done. The mood evaporated faster than if the pope had walked in the room.
Dara turned and fell asleep, still muttering about the indecency of men. I tried to go to sleep; but my aching balls were just too insistent. Slipping out of bed, I looked down at Dara, listening to her even breathing, and with a sigh headed down to my office.
Because we had been just about to have sex, I wasn't wearing my usual pajama pants, so I slipped on my robe and padded down the hall. In my chair I flipped on the monitor and pulled up the internet.
I should say that Dara was also death on porn and masturbating; if she had any idea of what I was doing; she would have flipped a cork. But, unlike her it was hard for me to just turn that switch off.
Pulling up one of my favorite sites, I spent a little while on MILF's and then watched a nice hot gangbang; but oral sex was still occupying my mind. I pulled up a blowjob compilation and settled into my chair.
I hadn't been at it more than ten minutes, and there she was again. My first realization was when she gently tugged on the back of my office chair, pulling me back slightly from the screen.
I watched as Yujin silently slid around my chair to stand between me and the computer screen. Her night shirt this time was different. It was one of her outsized ones and it hung on her small frame like a loose sack. I admit I was a bit disappointed to not see the curve of her breasts.
Considering what we had done earlier in the day, it seemed to be a moot point I was sitting there with my robe open and my hard cock gripped in my fist.
Sometimes things work in ways you never plan, it happened then. Yujin turned and looked at the screen behind her; just as a young brunette swallowed the hard cock of a man who had to be at least twice her age. I didn't plan it that way I swear; it was just one of the scenes from the compilation.
When Yujin turned back to me she had a smoldering look in her eyes; I almost choked as I watched her silently kneel between my spread thighs. I felt my hand brushed aside and then slender fingers wrap around my cock; as if in a daze I sat there and watched as she leaned in and planted a soft wet kiss on the tip of my cock. I shuddered and tried not to blow my load right then.
Her doe like brown eyes look up at me, her delicate mouth opened; and Yujin leaned in and swallowed my cock. Now I'm not hung like a porn star, but I am respectable seven or so inches; so don't get me wrong.
And this teenage nymph didn't suck me in; she literally swallowed me to the damn root. I wanted to scream at how wrong this was, to tell her to stop. What did I do? I reached down and locked my fingers in her dark auburn hair, and surrendered to the sensation.
I couldn't tear my eyes away as her mouth began to bob up and down, sliding along the full length of my shaft. Her eyes never left mine as I heard the most obscene sucking sounds. It was a vision hotter than any porn scene I had ever seen.
Yujin cupped my balls, gently massaging them; I couldn't suppress the small groan that passed my lips. Her eyes twinkled with that smoldering look; and fuck if she didn't pick up the pace.
I was lost, totally lost. My hips began to pump up as I fucked into her hot mouth. I watched her cheeks puff out as she slid down; then felt those pursed lips along my shaft as she pulled back. I had asked for a blowjob, and I was getting the hottest one of my life; from my daughter.
My breathing was hot and ragged, echoing in my office; as the wet sounds of Yujin's mouth blended with it. Popping my throbbing cock out of her mouth, she tilted and lowered her head, sucking in my sensitive balls.
As her small hand slid up and down my slick stalk, I lifted my ass straight off the chair. Holy fuck did this girl know how to blow a guy. For a brief moment dad kicked in and I wondered where she had gotten so good at this; then the raging male took hold as my balls began to tighten.
Yujin felt my cock throb in her grip, and my balls pull tighter. Her mouth released my boiling sac and slammed back over the crowned head of my cock. Once again her doe like eyes locked to mine, watching my face…waiting.
I didn't even realize I had been holding my breath; as with a huge expulsion of air my nuts blew. I saw my cock jerk in her grip, and she never moved her mouth as the first blast of my molten cream filled her mouth.
"Mmmmmmmmmm" I heard her hum as she began to swallow my hot load.
It was the first sound I had heard her make; and between her hum of approval, and the vibration; I shot a second thick wad down her throat. This little nineteen year old hussy; my loving daughter Yujin; knelt between my lewdly spread thighs and took every hot drop I had.
If it hadn't been for the fact I had watched the whole thing I would never have believed it. I felt her hot mouth slowly pull off my now softening cock. Rising to her feet in front of me, I watched her reach up with one slender finger and scoop up the trickle of thick cum that had oozed from the corner of her mouth. With a wonderfully wicked smile, she slid that cum covered finger into her mouth, and sucked it clean.
I was beside myself with lust; I had never wanted someone as badly as I wanted Yujin at that moment. I leaned forward and slid my hands up those smooth thighs. She held perfectly still as my fingers found the elastic edge of her panties, and slowly pulled them down.
Yujin stepped out of the flimsy cloth, and as she watched I brought the moist warm material to my face, inhaling deeply of her scent. It was as if she knew; as she slowly slid back onto the edge of my desk, sliding her loose night shirt upward.
I stared as more of her flesh came into view; and then my eyes locked on the smooth bare lips. They were swollen with desire, and glistened with her juices; it drove me crazy to realize this was making her as hot as it was me.
Reaching up I gripped those firm thighs, opening them further, watching the petal open and her pink interior open for me. I could have kissed my way to her, or even teased her by licking; it was too late.
Just like Yujin had done, I scooted forward in my chair, and drove my head been her thighs. Her entire body spasmed in my grip as my tongue sliced between those open lips and probed deep inside her.
I felt her thighs rise slightly, pressing against the sides of my head; her small hands reaching down to grip the back of my head. She tugged at the back of my head, grinding my mouth into her. I felt her clit against the bridge of my nose and I pushed into her.
I sucked her warm cream into my mouth, and then teased along her lips. I felt her shudder as the fat of my tongue slid across her throbbing clit.
Yujin tugged at the hair on the back of my head, tilting my head upward. My eyes slid up her belly, and across her now bare breasts. God, when did she take off her night shirt?
My eyes locked with hers, large brown saucers staring down at me; with a burning lust lighting her face. I sucked in on her clit, and then bit it lightly with my teeth. Her eyes fluttered but never left my face.
Reaching down one hand, she took mine in hers. Lifting our hands, she placed the flat of my palm against her firm round breast. I have to tell you that Dara has beautiful breasts, and I love giving them the special attention they deserve; but God help me there is something about the breasts of a nineteen year old.
They stand proud out from her tiny body, firm and full; yet are pliant and soft when you knead them. The nipples are puffy and swollen with desire with dark areoles that crinkle under your touch.
As I sat there, staring into her eyes, I felt and saw every signal her body gave. Her nipple hardened like small rock under my palm; I felt her thighs begin to quiver against my cheeks. Her fingers at the back of my head curled like talons as she gripped me tighter.
I silently lifted my other hand to between her thighs, hidden just under my chin and waited. I saw her eyelids flutter and knew; driving a single fat finger between her swollen lips and deep into her.
"Daddy" a soft whisper escaped her lips.
Yujin's eyes popped open wide in surprise as she felt her tight walls stretched; her body gave a violent jerk and I watched the muscles in her belly flex. Her eyes never left mine as a hot gush of fluids filled my mouth.
I sat there and drank deeply of my daughters' sweet cream as she watched. When the second gush washed out of her, I deliberately let it soak into my face and drip down my chin; reveling in her smell.
I could feel her body start to slowly settle onto the desk as her orgasm ebbed. I pulled my face from between her thighs, running my tongue over my lips. Yujin released my head and as she pulled her hand back, her finger traced along my glistening cheek.
I watched shock as she raised that wet finger to her own lips, and as I stared at her, licked the juices clean. God damn she was going to be the death of me.
I eased back into my chair as Yujin slipped from the desk. Silently she reached down and retrieved the discarded panties. Instead of slipping them back on, she bent slightly and drew the wadded cloth along her soaked pussy.
With the most satisfied smile I had ever seen on her face, she turned and deposited the now soaked cloth onto my desk next to my keyboard. Leaning down her soft lips once again brushed mine.
I watched her tanned legs as she walked from my office; and when I glanced at the clock I realized we had been in here for almost an hour. The entire time only one word had been spoken; when she whispered daddy.
Rising from my chair I headed back to the master bedroom, I slipped into the bathroom and used a warm washcloth to rinse my face. Sliding into bed, I could hear Dara's soft breathing. For the first time in I couldn't remember how long I drifted into a sated sleep.
For the next week Yujin and I basically lived a normal life. It wasn't that we were avoiding each other; but just between her school schedule and my work; nothing ever connected. Thursday Dara finally forgave me, and we enjoyed a nice romp in bed that night.
Like I said before, sex with Dara was good; she is a very passionate and sexy woman. But I had to admit to myself, that even after I had filled her full of hot cream; there was a gaping difference between her and Yujin.
While Dara was passionate and verbal as always; there was a level of intensity that had come with the silence I shared with Yujin. As I lay there in the dark, hearing Dara's soft breathing, I thought about what would happen between Yujin and I. I knew things had crossed the line long ago; I just wasn't sure how far things would actually go.
It shouldn't come as a surprise when it wasn't Yujin that instigated the next time; it was more Dara than anything. That Sunday evening, when I thought Yujin was with friends, I snuck up behind Dara in the kitchen while she was preparing dinner.
I wrapped my arms around her body, my hands cupping her full breasts. My lips kissed along her neck as I pressed into her ass from behind.
"Not now" my wife said sharply.
I tried to entice her with soft words as I squeezed her soft breasts. I was startled when she reached up and gently removed my hands.
"It's not bedtime" she reprimanded me. "Besides we just did it the other day, your insatiable." Her words hit home.
The other day, Jesus Christ that was three days ago, is more than once a week too much? We used to have sex every couple of days. What really hit hard was Dara's next comment.
"I did it for you Thursday, why do you need it so often?" she asked.
My hands dropped to my side and I backed up. I tried to say something about when two people are in love; but the same comments about love and sex being totally different came back at me.
I just wasn't up to a fight right then; so with a raging hard cock, I left the kitchen. I figured head to my office and back to the usual. I knew Dara would be in the kitchen cooking for at least an hour; and she would think I was working. Time for the usual porn release I reasoned.
Just when I reached the door to my office, instead I kept walking; and to this day I could not tell you why. I actually thought Yujin wasn't home, so I really had no reason to approach her bedroom door.
I admit to being surprised when I saw Yujin in her room, standing at her dresser. She was layering on her lipstick as she looked in the mirror. She was wearing a spaghetti strap top that gave off the fact she wasn't wearing a bra as her pert breasts pushed at the tight thin cloth.
Worse was the tight denim skirt she was wearing. The damn thing barely went below her ass cheeks, showcasing her tanned lean legs. The curve of her ass just screamed for my hands.
Silently I stepped into her room and pulled the door shut behind me. I knew she heard the sound, and her eyes flickered across me through the mirror. Her eyes went lower and I knew she could see the state I was in, let's be real you can't exactly hide more than seven inches of hard cock in shorts even if they are khaki's.
Looking back up into my eyes, I saw a smile spread over those glossed lips. Yujin lowered the lipstick tube to the dresser, and then watched my face as she bent down and slid her panties down from under that skirt.
Reaching back she gripped the hem of that short skirt, and then inch by inch slid it higher. God those perfect firm ass cheeks came into view as she slid her skirt up around her waist.
Leaning forward, Yujin gripped the edge of the dresser, and then slowly thrust that beautiful ass out at me.
I looked into the mirror and saw her smoldering eyes watching me, inviting me. I could tell by the glint of her eyes in the mirror she was waiting. She had offered and now the rest was entirely up to me.
Without even a thought of the woman downstairs, I stepped up behind her. My fingers unsnapped my shorts, and pulled both my shorts and briefs down until they joined her panties on the floor.
My cock was so hard it stood out straight like a thick pole from my body. It felt like I could cut diamonds with it, it was so hard. Wearing what had to be at least three or four inch heels, it gave Yujin a slightly higher position than normal. I caught movement as she slowly spread her feet apart.
If that wasn't an invitation, I didn't know what the hell was. I stepped closer and reached down; gripping my cock I aimed the swollen head at her wet hole. When I had nestled the fat head between those soggy lips, I looked up into her eyes in the mirror.
An almost imperceptible nod of Yujin's head was all it took. I reached down and gripped that oh so slim waist, and I pushed forward. Just like the last time we were together like this, our eyes stayed locked in the mirror; I couldn't have torn mine away if I had wanted to.
Tight was not the word as my fat head pushed against her wet lips Her fresh young pussy was resisting the invasion, until I flexed my knees and aimed a bit straighter; and then it happened.
"Ooohhhhhh" Yujin moaned softly as the head slipped inside.
"Godddddd" I hissed in a low voice as a hot velvet vise gripped my cock head.
It was done; we had crossed the last line. I stood in my daughters' bedroom, while my wife prepared dinner; and began to push every inch of my dick into her nineteen year old body.
While part of my brain registered how wrong this was; the nerve fibers in my cock lit on fire as pure heat wrapped around me. I watched Yujin's eyes grow wide as I pushed again, I could feel her walls ripple as I slid my thick cock in.
Any thought this was one sided vanished when Yujin gripped the front edge of the dresser, and with a soft grunt shoved her ass back against me. The move sank close to six inches of my length inside her; close but not quite all and I wanted every inch in her.
For the first time I broke eye contact with her; looking down between our bodies I began to pull back. It was erotic; it was obscene and it was about the hottest thing I had ever witnessed. My thick cock started to slide out, and her pussy, so tightly wrapped around me, the lips stretched out and slid along my shaft.
I heard a soft sucking noise the room was so quiet. Juice glistened on my shaft as I saw for the first time just how wet she was. This wasn't just for me…Yujin WANTED this.
When just the crowned head rested inside her, I looked back into the mirror at Yujin's face. Gone was my innocent daughter; I stared into the feral eyes of a woman demanding to be fucked.
"Fuck" I grunted softly.
"Shit" Yujin gasped.
They weren't commands or even demands; but a unified expression of pleasure. At the same moment I gripped her hips and jammed forward again; Yujin gripped the edge of the dresser and shoved her firm ass back at me.
When my hips came to rest against her ass, and I realized my cock was buried to the root inside her; I lost control. I felt the first blast of hot cum tear out of my balls; it shot down the length of my cock and spewed into her tight cunt.
I saw a look of surprise cross her face in the mirror as she felt that increased pressure deep in her belly while I filled her. I knew she had to feel the heat, to know her father was pumping his seed into her.
She did; I watched as Yujin's eyes slowly rolled back in raw pleasure; her body trembled; and a hot gush of liquid fire soaked my cock and balls.
I couldn't believe I was cumming already; I hadn't cum this quickly since I was a teenager. Any doubts I had about what we were doing vanished as the second thick rope filled her. Yujin slid her body forward, and then reversed direction and literally slammed her ass back against me.
Her face was a mask of lust; flushed hot and glistening with sweat as she rocked, fucking herself on me. I just held still as Yujin used my body for her pleasure; I had never experienced this and the sensations were new and sweeping through me.
Yujin's walls gripped me tight as she impaled herself on me again and again. God I had never felt a woman so tight, so volcanic hot. If it hadn't been for the fact I hadn't encountered a hymen, I almost would have sworn she was a virgin.
Between those tight walls, and rippling muscles I was staring down at my cock, still steel hard and coated with the froth of our combined juices. If this had been Dara and I, we would have rolled over in bed and been asleep within moments. It was more than evident that even though her belly was full of my thick cum; Yujin was far from being done.
I gripped her slender hips and began to move my pelvis, matching her rhythm. The soft sound of flesh slapping blended with the heavy breathing in the air.
I could feel her walls starting to tighten around me again, God she was going to cum again. I leaned over her sweat slick back; and reaching around her slight form I gripped one of the breasts. I cupped and then kneaded the firm flesh; rolling that fat nipple between my fingers. I could feel her whole body begin to quiver as she climbed again.
I felt like a man possessed as I increased the pace again. My hips were now hammering into her small body as I took her. Yujin matched me blow for blow with her rocking hips. I felt her hot juices flowing like a river as I pounded into her. The hot smell of sex quickly filled the air as we rutted like two silent animals.
I could hear her nails drag across the top of the dresser, I knew she was perched right on the edge; but somehow was holding back. I looked up into the mirror and saw those large doe eyes staring back at me.
Yujin was past smoldering, not even lusty could describe what I saw. It was more primal, almost hungry as she stared at me. I felt my cock throb deep inside her; as that small smile crept onto her lips
Turning slightly, Yujin brought one hand back to rest on my chest; God it looked so tiny compared to my broad chest. I stared back into the mirror as her hand slid down my chest, her fingers finding my rock hard nipple and she gripped it.
Yujin just held still, staring…waiting. Wet sucking now filled the room as my cock sliced in and out of her. I don't know what signal I gave; there must have been one. Just as my nuts hit critical, her fingers gave a violent twist.
I felt a burning pain rocket down my chest at almost the same instant as my balls spasmed; it felt like a bomb went off in my entire groin. I wanted to scream but the sheer shock overwhelmed me; where the hell had she learned THAT?
Almost against my will I rammed my hips forward, pinning her small frame against the dresser as I drove my cock deep; and God do I mean deep. I actually felt the swollen tip of my cock press into the spongy surface of her cervix as every inch rammed into her tiny body.
"Yujin" I gasped.
My balls jerked…my cock jerked…my entire body spasmed; as the first volley of hot seed erupted and washed the opening of her womb. I leaned into her more, her breasts mashed against the cool wood as I emptied every fucking drop I had.
"Daddy" Yujin gave a soft whine.
If my head hadn't been pressed against hers I probably would have never heard her. It sent a shiver down my spine; it wasn't just passion or lust, but the whine of total surrender as she accepted my seed into her belly.
You know how when you are sick, and when you throw up so hard you swear your shoes or socks would come out of your mouth. That was the only thing I could think of for how violently I came. I wouldn't have been surprised in the least if my balls would have shot out the end of my dick.
I poured so much spunk into my daughter's slim body; I felt a glob ooze out around my thick cock and heard it splatter to the floor between her spread feet. Through it all Yujin watched my eyes, silently accepting my load with that sultry smile.
I eased up on her trapped body, still trying to catch my breath. Yujin simply watched me in the mirror as I slowly pulled out my finally softening cock.
As I pulled totally free, Yujin finally moved. Bending down she retrieved her cast aside panties. I stood and pulled my brief's and shorts back into place as she stepped into her panties and then drew them up her hips. I could actually see a wet spot form on the gusset as another thick wad of mixed cream tried to escape.
Yujin patted the thin cloth as if she were trying to tell that sticky slime to stay inside. She stood on her tip toes to reach and softly kissed me on the lips. As she settled her skirt back into place, there was only one thing I could do. Silently I turned and walked from her room and back down to the kitchen.
Dara had just set the table as I arrived, and I couldn't help but notice there were only two plates. I started to ask why when I heard Yujin's lilting voice coming from the front door.
"I should be back about eleven" Yujin called out as I heard the front door close behind her.
"Is Yujin going out?" I asked; trying to keep my voice steady.
"She said something about a music festival and a couple of friend's" Dara said dismissively.
I settled at the table, trying to reconcile in my brain that what I had thought was my sweet innocent Yujin, was heading out with friends; with her belly full of my hot cream.
The sheer nastiness sent a shiver down my back. Though what we had shared had been by far the most intense sex I had ever experienced; I resolved that the two of us needed to have a talk. Both about what was happening and why; and also where things were going between us.
At this point I have to admit things were so damned hot with Yujin, I honestly didn't have a lot of guilt as far as Dara was concerned. We still had sex now and then; which seemed to fit her preferences just fine.
I kept meaning to ask Yujin, to pull her aside and have a hard talk; but it never quite worked out. Every time we did find alone time; hardly a single word was exchanged, as I fucked her like a madman. Each time was totally unplanned, and hotter than the one before.
On one occasion I was under her car in the garage, on a creeper; for those that don't know you lie on your back and roll under the car on it. I was just draining her oil, when I felt a pair of small hands undo the belt and front of my jeans. I just lay there gasping as this nineteen year old vixen drained my balls. I came so hard I almost smacked my head on the underside of her car.
One of the hottest was when Yujin talked with her mother through the open kitchen window, while I pounded her from behind. They had been sunning in the backyard together, and seeing that firm tight ass in a bright yellow bikini was too much for my hormones.
When Dara asked if she was coming back out, Yujin's comment about coming any moment; followed by a hot gush of pussy juice over my cock; let's just say I rivaled a volcano I blew so hard.
The one time that I did manage to corner her was the last time she headed out with her friends; this time the scent of my thick cum was fresh on her breath; the girl was driving me crazy.
When I asked her how far things were going between us, she just gave a sultry smile. When I pressed about what we were doing was not only immoral but illegal, she gave a soft laugh.
"I like to fuck daddy, and so do you; so what's the problem?" she shot back at me.
When I asked about her mother, that was when she turned those smoldering eyes on me.
"Don't sweat it dad" she whispered after she softly kissed me.
But I did sweat it; at least for three days; and then everything came to a head. The world of Dara and I collided head on with the world of Yujin and I; in a way I never saw coming.
It was Monday and I had been at a build site that morning. The weather turned shitty so we called it a day by early afternoon. I knew it wasn't my normal time to head home, but I just wasn't in the mood to return to the office for a mere hour and a half.
I pulled in the driveway, cut the car engine and headed through the front door. Just as I closed the front door I froze.
"OH fuck yes eat me baby" rolled out from upstairs.
I felt my blood rage through me. Who the FUCK was she with? OK, I was not the person who had any right to be jealous; but just the idea of some guy banging Dara sent me right for the stairs.
I didn't give a shit about being quiet as I bounded up the stairs; but I really didn't have to.
"Yes…yes…right there…" I heard Dara's usual verbal encouragement.
I hit the door to the bedroom like a charging bull, and literally froze on the spot. I had missed something; something VERY important. I had heard how Dara had cried out, what I hadn't thought through was WHAT she had cried out.
There, in the middle of our king sized bed, naked as the day she was born; my wife withered and squirmed through her orgasm. I could only stare as the face of my innocent daughter rose from between her mother's quivering thighs and looked over at me.
Jesus, Dara's juices dripped from her chin; and glistened on her face. Yujin opened her mouth, letting me see the pool of her mothers' cream she had sucked out. All the blood rage in me immediately dropped south of my belt.
I know for a lot of guys out there, the idea or sight of two women in a Sapphic embrace is not their thing. Sorry guys, for me erotic and hot just don't do the sight justice. I went from limp dick to raging hard from zero to three seconds.
"Don't stop…oh God baby more…" Dara moaned out. "Yessssssss" I heard her groan as Yujin's head descended back between her mother's thighs.
Dara, verbal as ever, rambled on as our daughter noisily sucked her juices out.
"Eat me…oh fuck yes…eat that cunt baby…" Dara babbled.
"Right there…oh yes…harder baby…oh FUCK!" Dara yelled as her hips jerked.
Dara was oblivious to her surroundings as Yujin sucked her clit and fucked her with her tongue. I watched two slender fingers delve deep inside Dara's pussy as Yujin started to finger her.
"God fuck me…oh shit yes…fuck me…" Dara grunted.
OK, I'm a base animal; guilty as charged. I had my shirt off in a flash and had undone my pants when Yujin tilted her head to look back at me. I could see her eyes sparkle as my rock hard cock popped out of my briefs and into view.
Yujin watched me finish stripping, and then simply nodded towards her upraised ass where she knelt between Dara's vibrating thighs. It was all the invitation I needed. Silently I stepped up to the edge of the bed, aiming I sank into Yujin in one thrust.
God it was like sliding through scalding hot butter as my cock filled her. She was dripping wet from her mother, and I was so fucking horny at this point; nothing went past her tight teenage pussy.
Yujin's head snapped up and she stared back at me with smoldering eyes. She leaned forward and then drove her ass back hard into my cock, sending it deeper into her than ever before.
That was my signal, reaching down I gripped her slender hips, and started pounding. I could hear her slurping as her face plowed between her mother's thighs. My cock was squeezed by those tight hot walls as I drove in and out.
This was not love making, this was primal, down in the gutter, fucking. I couldn't see what she was doing to her mother, but whatever it was, it was driving Dara insane.
I listened to my wife whimper and moan as our innocent nineteen year old daughter feasted on her. I picked up the pace, hammering into Yujin as I listened to Dara begin what I knew was her pre-orgasm tirade.
"That's so good baby girl" Dara moaned. "Eat momma of fuck…suck my clit…shove those fingers deep baby…" she babbled.
Then, the most amazing thing happened; Yujin pulled her head free of her mother's clenching thighs. She stared back at me with juices dripping down her chin. I could feel her walls tightening around my thick cock; I could tell she was getting close herself.
I shifted forward as Yujin leaned up her mothers' body; I could see her pert tits sliding across her mothers' as she slid up. When her face was even with Dara's; my silent lover put the final touches to her mother.
"You like that mommy" I heard her say in a little girl voice. "You like your little girls fingers buried in your cunt?"
"Yes…God help me yes" I heard Dara pant.
"My little mommy slut" Yujin's voice drove into Dara. "Letting her teenage daughter eat her wet pussy" her voice dripped with lust.
God she was driving Dara insane, I could tell by the moaning that was now constant. I could feel the tension building in my balls as I listened.
"I'd eat your pussy…with daddy's cock buried inside you" Yujin almost hissed down at her mother. "I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you mommy slut." her voice egging Dara higher.
"Oh God…Yujin…what you doing…" Dara grunted as her hips jerked.
I don't know if Dara believed it was actually happening, or if she thought Yujin was just talking; but at that moment a hot velvet glove gripped my cock. I felt hot cream pump out around my shaft, and I knew it was dripping down my daughter's thighs.
"Cumming…daddy's…" that was as far as Dara got when a deep gurgling noise came from her throat.
Dara was cumming, and hard, it had been years since I had heard that reaction from her. The fact she was cumming on her daughter's fingers; while her daughter spewed hot pussy cream all over me; was too much.
I gritted my teeth, trying not to moan or scream out. I felt my cock jerk deep inside Yujin. My daughter looked over her shoulder at me, and that sultry smile played on her lips as I filled her tight pussy with my cream.
Drained completely, I pulled my hips back; and with a soft sucking noise slid free of Yujin. I looked down and could see my thick white cum clinging to her pouty lips; I knew she had to be filled totally after that load.
I staggered back and retrieved my cast aside clothes, I looked up and Yujin was watching me silently. I started to head for the door to the bedroom, Dara had not discovered me here yet, and I wanted it to stay that way for now.
Just as I reached the bedroom door, I looked back at the pair. I watched amazed, as Yujin straddled her mother's head, and slowly lowered her cum filled pussy onto her mother's face.
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Darkest Night
The Nightmares (sequel)
Next Step - Jisoo x Jennie
Special one - Jisoo x Lisa(futa)
Rosé's Birthday Bash
BLACKPINK'S Valentine's special - BLACKPINK x Fangirl
More Than Okay - Jisoo x Rosé
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Night 2 - Jisoo
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Wonyoung
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CITA AU
Caught in the Act - Jisoo x Seulgi
Prescription for Pleasure - Jisoo x Seulgi x Irene
Ultimate Crew Experience - Karina x Fanboy
Ultimate Crew Experience-2 - Karina x Winter x Fanboy
Melon Obsession - Sana x Fanboy
MiSaMo VIP Debut Showcase
Mommy Jisoo AU
Mommy's Special massage - Jisoo x Jennie
Claiming Rosé - Jisoo x Jennie x Rosé
Lisa's Surrender - OT4
Concierge Confidential AU
Concierge Confidential: Somi's Night
Concierge Confidential: Nayeon's Bet
Concierge Confidential: Ryujin's Awakening
Concierge Confidential: IU's Poison
Fuckboy On Demand - A parody of Boyfriend on Demand
Concierge Confidential: Jisoo's Literary Escape
Concierge Confidential: Yeji's Discovery
Episode 1 ft. Seo Inguk
Episode 2 ft. Seo Kang-joon
Shadow of Protection - Jisoo x Bodyguard fanfic
Lotus Deep Harmony - Tzuyu's Special Thai Massage
BLACKED - Jennie x Backup Dancers
UNDERPAID & OVERLOVED AU
Nayeon's Turn
Jeongyeon's Turn
Momo's Turn
Sana's Turn
Jihyo's Turn
Mina's Turn
Dahyun's Turn
Chaeyoung's Turn
Tzuyu's Turn
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Unchained Melody - A BLACKPINK Erotic Novella
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Part 3
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The Shadow of Giselle
The Shadow of Winter
The Shadow of Karina
Lights behind the Shadow + Epilogue
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“Is this the right place?” You looked around and expected a lot of people studying in the hallway, but there were none, not even a hint of them.
“W-w-wait… I swear I saw it says quiz bee in the application— what the fuck is a squeeze bee!?”
You stand in front of a classroom door, and the signage says “Squeeze Bee!”
“What the fuck is this— should I back away?” You hesitated for a moment.
The place looked shady; it wasn’t as crowded as it used to be until a student entered the room. She looked smart, with her glasses and the tidiness of her uniform.
“Hmm? So, it must be really a quiz bee…” Your hesitation disappeared when she saw her enter the room
“Yep, I should go in. It’s almost time already.” You opened the door.
What you saw is another surprise for you.
“W-w-wha…”
They’re like angels, a horde of women who radiate beauty and exude elegance.
Your body stiffened, and you’re stuck on the door. The room’s arranged into six clusters. The other four were already occupied, and there’s an open cluster left for you, alone. What’s worse is that the space left was in the middle.
You walked your way into it. Dozens of eyes stared at you; well, you knew why: it’s because you’re the only guy in the room.
“What the fuck is this? Did I really join the right quiz bee?” You thought, sitting down and trying your best to ignore those gazing eyes. You even set your bag and prepare your pen.
“What are you doing?” The girl you saw earlier asked you while pointing at the pen.
“I’m preparing a pen… this is a quiz bee, right?” You’re confused about why she even asked you something so obvious.
“Yeah, this is a squeeze bee.” She tilts her head as if you’re the weird one.
“Pen in squeeze bee…” You heard a mutter.
What’s wrong with the pen? It’s a quiz. And you need it to answer.
“Ruka, we use pen too, penis.”
“Kghh- Excuse me???” You were drinking from your tumbler when you choked up upon hearing it.
You decided to leave. You stood up, and the door suddenly opened.
A woman who wore formal clothes comes in. You already knew that she’s the quizmaster. She looked mature and intelligent; you’ll definitely learn from her.
“Okay, sit down.” She walked all the way to the podium and tapped it to gain attention.
The girls sit on their respective chairs with their cluster. It feels awkward since you just noticed that every group had four members, and you’re alone.
“...”
You were still standing, and all of their eyes were on you.
“I— uhhh, I’m sorry, ma’am, but is this the right room for the—- Bam! –quiz bee?” A pile of books fell to the ground when you were speaking. The girl caused it and immediately apologized.
“Squeeze? Yes, right.” The quizmaster responds.
“What? Squeez— anyway, she still said that I’m right, better sit down and get ready. I’ll top this batch and go home with a medal on my neck—” You sat down when you heard a chain clinking,
“Ryujin bought a leash.” The tall woman is slapping her seatmate, whose name is supposed to be Ryujin.
“We’ll leash the reward back to our den.” Ryujin is swinging the leash like a lasso.
“Put that away.” The quiz master scolds Ryujin.
“Yes, ma–”
“AW!” The leash hit the head of her groupmate, who had these cute, smiling eyes.
The other group laughs at their comedic show, but you can’t help but worry. You asked yourself repeatedly, why the fuck do they need a leash for a quiz bee? Is there a practical exam? If there is, then you’re fucked up; you’re not physically ready for the practical exam.
“Okay, let’s get started— are you alone?” The quizmaster asked you.
“Y-y-yes, I didn’t know this was a group competition.” You responded, scratching the back of your head.
“Competition?”
“Did he just say competition?”
“Is this his first time? Omo, virgin.”
“No way… is he the prize?”
Their whispering is too loud; you can hear them clearly.
“What the fuck does being a virgin do with this!? And why have I become the prize!? Is this their new way of intimidating other contestants? If it is, then it’s fucking working.” You kept wiggling in your seat; it’s so uncomfortable.
“Quiet. Okay, let me introduce myself first. I’m Kim Taeyeon, your squeezemaster.” She lightly bowed. All of you clapped after it.
“...”
“Seriously, what’s with the squeeze thing?” You don’t know anymore; you just wanted to top the quiz and add it to your academic accomplishments.
“Okay, introduce yourself.” She gestured the start on her very right.
The first group is with Ryujin, the girl with the leash.
“Hello! We are the best when it comes to thighs… we are here for COMPE-THIGH-TION!” They introduced themselves in unison,
“I’m Ryujin. I’ll squeeze your face with my thighs since it’s a squeeze bee!”
“I’m Yujin; my legs are long, so you’ll enjoy my thighs more!”
“I’m Jiheon. Imagine wrapping my thighs around your neck, then you’ll look up to find my very cute face.”
“I’m Arin. I’ll let you do anything you want with my thighs. All thigh, all night!”
“What the actual fuck?” That’s it, all you can say.
They’re all pointing at you. What the fuck did you do? You don’t want thighs; that’s what you thought.
“Wow.” Quizmaster Taeyeon clapped.
“They looked like they were from thighland or something.” A girl from the other group remarked.
“Then, next group.” The quiz master gestured to the group next to them.
“Ehem.” The next group stood up— holy mother of milk.
“Let us introduce ourselves; we’re on the next level when it comes to tits! And we’re here for the COMPE-TITS-TION!” They shouted in sync. Looks like introducing themselves in cheering is a thing.
“I’m Karina! The biggest of all, I’ll squeeze you with my tits whenever, wherever, however you like!”
“I’m Eunbi, the real biggest among us! I’ll suck you in between my tits, you like that?”
“I’m Jihyo! I’ll kill you good with my tits! Squeeze it once, squeeze it TWICE! Just squeeze it!”
“I’m Yel! You can’t run, and I’ll let you burn with the heat of my tits!”
“Okay, that’s really something else; that’s absurd— why the fuck do they keep shaking their tits. It’s jiggly– no! I should focus on the quiz!” You shook your head. Those melons looked so good, especially since you felt a little summer heat for a moment.
“Hey, why are you still insisting you’re the biggest among us?”
“Because I am!”
Karina and Eunbi argued, bumpers colliding. Why the fuck are they fighting if they’re the same team?
“Wow, looked more massive than the thigh group.” Quizmaster clapped and kept praising them.
“Tch. All they had was milkers, tits are tits.” Yujin scoffed.
“And thighs are thighs.” Karina shot back, showing Yujin that she had thighs as well.
“Oh my…” You blushed and tried your best not to look at it, but it’s too good.
“Okay, next group.” The quizmaster points at you.
“...”
“...”
“...”
“Huh? Me?” Shit, right, you’re sitting in the middle of them.
“Uhhh, I’m just here for the quiz bee competition…” You said, and silence followed after it. You didn’t prepare anything, since why the fuck would you prepare an introduction like that?
“...”
“Next group.” Quizmaster instantly switched to the other group on your side.
“Hello! Girls, stand up.” They stood up and raised their top, showcasing bricks, buns, rocks— fucking abs.
“We’re the tightest among the mightiest tight! We’re here for the COMPE-TIGHT-TION!” There it goes, the unison cheering effect.
“I’m Seulgi, look at my midriff… You want to touch it?”
“I’m Saerom! Captain of the tights! I’ll let you put your face on my belly, and I’ll squeeze you with a curl-up.”
“I’m Yuna.” She stopped for a moment. You thought it was over, but she took an ice cream out and smeared a little on her belly, “Want some ice cream?”
“I’m Wonyoung, count my abs… one, two… eight.”
“What. the. Fuck.” That’s the most absurd thing you've encountered among the strangest things that happened today. But the day’s still early; there’s absolutely a bigger surprise.
“Where the fuck did that ice cream come from!? And her abs are actually eight!? Your head hurts.
“Wow, but Yuna, food’s not allowed.” The quizmaster scolds her.
Yuna smiled and suddenly went in front of you with her tiny, cute walk.
“Lick it.” She points at the ice cream on her midriff.
“...”
“HUH!?!??” You attempted to stand, but your shoulders were stopped by her slender hand. She’s fucking strong for you.
“I said lick it, Squeezemaster said foods not allowed. A point will deduct on you if you don’t finish your food.” You point at the ice cream.
“B-b-but.”
“It’s minus 10 points.” The quizmaster said.
“Wait! Why am I the one who’s getting deducted!? I’m not the one who smeared the ice cream in the first place?” You looked at the quizmaster for consideration since it’s all nonsense.
“That’s the rules.” She taps the podium
“But—”
“Omo, it’s dripping; lick it already.” Yuna kept tiny hopping in front of you.
The licking and the ice cream weren’t the only problems here. The location of the ice cream is somewhere off to the side, below her navel, and it dripped almost at the top of her skirt.
“Shit.”
You licked it from the bottom and slid your tongue upwards. It’s hella smooth, maybe because of the ice cream?
“AHHHNGg~” Yuna moaned.
“OHHHHHH!” The other girls wowed at the background as if they were watching some animals at the zoo. Well, what you did is somehow animalistic.
“Thanks!” Yuna hopped her way back to their group.
“I should have brought ice cream too and smeared it all over my thighs,” Ryujin muttered at the side.
“Let’s ask Jiheon to buy some,” Yujin responds, tapping Jiheon on her back.
“The squeezemaster said no food.” Jiheon turned them down while applying lotion to her thighs.
“...”
“Should I continue?” You asked yourself, but your body wants to stay.
“Next group— oh, the Japan team.” The squeezemaster moved on to the next group; thankfully, you avoided the point deduction.
“Konichiwa! We’re from Japan, and we’re here for the CUM-PETITION!” They’re in sync as well with a matching polite bow.
“Okay… they might be the most decent ones.” As you thought.
“I’m Kazuha, the most flexible among us. I can drink his cum, whatever position I’m in!”
“I’m Rei, cum anywhere you want, even in my heart!”
“I’m Sakura! Cum over.”
“I’m Tsuki! GingcumMincumYo!”
“No… no… they’re not descent— gingcummincu— is that Japanese!?” You face-palmed. This is definitely not a quiz bee.
“Wow, that’s something!” The quizmaster commended them.
“Ohhh, Japanese! Yamete~” Someone moaned.
“Who the fuck was that!?” You looked over, and it’s Yujin. It’s from the thigh team again. They’re the noisiest among the groups.
“Okay, last group— a mixed?” The quizmaster gestured for the last group to introduce themselves.
“No, we’re not NMIXX.” One of them spoke.
“I– uhh, hello! We don’t really have any specific strength… uhhh, but we’re monsters! We’re here for the CHOOM-PETITION!” They’re stuttering— how the fuck even they’re stuttering introduction on sync, you’re losing your already lost sanity.
“I’m Ahyeon! You can also call me Ahhngg-Yum!”
“I’m Ruka! I’ll be the next squeezemaster!”
“I’m Asa! Look at my ass— assa!”
“I’m Pharita; I’m the real Thai.” She looked mockingly at the thigh group.
“Wow… interesting!” The squeezemaster clapped again.
That’s it, all of the cum–choom–competits—thigh–tight—competitors.
“Now that we already know each other's competitors and what they are fighting for—Let’s the SQUEEZE BEE begin!”
The quiz master opened the quiz.
“Whooo!”
“Assa!”
“Let’s goooo!”
“Fucking hell.” Of course, you’re the one who said it.
“Okay, okay. For each group, please select the member to participate that you guys think fits the description very well.” The quizmaster announced the rules.
There’s already a problem for you. While others nodded, you shook your head.
You’re alone.
“M-m-ma’am, how about me?”
“Why? You want some ice cream again?” Yuna butts in.
“No!” You turned her down, though there’s a part of you want to taste the vanilla creamy— shit.
“You’re alone, so you had to participate in the quiz all by yourself.” The quizmaster cleared it for you.
“Okay, understood.” You nod.
“Ice cream?” Yuna whispered to you.
“No.” Turned her down again.
“There are a total of eight questions! So each one of you had the chance to answer twice, except the guy over there, who had to answer eight times.” The quizmaster resumed announcing the rules.
“Eight abs…” Wonyoung muttered.
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“If everything’s clear, then let’s head for the first question. The participant to answer the question must be the tallest in the group!
COMPE-THIGH-TOR:
“Shit, disqualified already.” Ryujin slammed her desk.
“Whooo~” Yujin stood up and went in front of her group.
COMPE-TITS-TOR:
“Who? Who?” Eunbi was asking her groupmates as if she still had the chance.
“Who else? It’s Titan Yel.”
“Stop, it sounds like Titan gel.” Yel slapped Karina’s arm.
COMPE-TIGHT-TOR:
“It must be Wonyoung.” Seulgi and Saerom look unamused,
“Hmm, a few centimeters more.” Yuna tiptoeing to match Wonyoung’s height.
“Okay!” Wonyoung stood up and went in front of her group as well.
CUM-PETITOR:
“Is it Rei?” Kazuha gasped.
“How in the world?” Tsuki looks like she thought she was the tallest among them.
“You’re 170cm!? Wow… she looks tiny since she looked so cute.” Sakura praised Rei’s cuteness.
“Hehe.” Rei just giggled. Okay, that’s also cute for you.
CHOOM-PETITOR:
“Wait a minute!” They are asking for more time. They’re measuring themselves.
“Chottomate!” They’re standing side by side, their heights like an old phone signal.
“Okay.” Ruka steps in front.
“....”
There must be an error, but surprisingly, the quizmaster let her in.
“Okay! All decided, question number one!” There it goes, the first question.
They’re giggling and playing around, but you're tense and nervous. You’re taking this way too seriously.
“What do you think the kind of girl that a man likes?”
COMPE-THIGH-TOR:
“Thighs! Girls with thick thighs, of course!” Yujin slapped her thighs; it echoed through the room.
COMPE-TITS-TOR:
“Tits! Girl with big tits! Round and squishy!” Yel played with her breasts; she had already unbuttoned the top two buttons of her uniform.
COMPE-TIGHT-TOR:
“Tight pussy! A girl like me with a tight pussy! The grip of it can make them feel heaven.” Wonyoung raised her top to show her tight midriff again.
CUM-PETITOR:
“Uhhh, face? They can cum on my face anytime.” Rei’s just happy to be there; she’s way too cute to have cum on her face.
CHOOM-PETITOR:
“A girl with uhhh, primal sex skills?” Ruka’s embarrassed with her own answer, and even her own groupmates face-palmed.
“Uhhh, a girl with a personality?” You answered the question, though it’s not academically related. You just wanted to win.
“...”
“Personality is correct!” The quizmaster gave you a point.
“Yes!” You punched the air, one point in, more points to go.
The quizmaster didn’t explain why your answer was right, but what matters is that you’re right.
“It’s not thighs? Argh.” Yujin can’t hide her frustration.
“Phew, I thought I got it for a second,” Yel said.
“Hey, your answer is tits; how do you think you even got the right answer?” Wonyoung questioned Yel’s confidence.
“I didn’t hear it clearly; I thought the answer’s personali-tits.” Yel explained.
“Come to think of it, it can also be personali-tight.” Wonyoung clapped as if she had thought of something brilliant.
“Right! Personali-thigh!” Yujin joined in, showing her thighs once more.
Your hurts, but something’s throbbing. You can tell what it was… yet.
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“Question number two, the participant must be the prettiest!”
COMPE-THIGH-TOR:
“Okay! Move.” Arin shoved the other girls, but got blocked instead.
“It’s me again.” Yujin didn’t leave her spot.
“I guess it’s my turn.” Jiheon stood up.
“Guys, give way.” Ryujin decided by herself.
In the end, Ryujin represents the group.
COMPE-TITS-TOR:
“Is it my turn?” Eunbi’s quite a competitor this time.
“Me, me.” Karina hopped her way to their front.
Jihyo and Yel agreed, and Eunbi pouted.
COMPE-TIGHT-TOR:
“Okay, let’s flip a coin. Girls, we’re all pretty. I’m on the heads since I love dickheads.” Seulgi pulled out a coin.
“I’m on the tail. I love men's tails.” Saerom claimed the other side.
“Men's tails?” Yuna doesn't get it.
“Yes, just in front, though, their dicktail.” Saerom wiggled in pure happiness.
“Does it mean that Yuna and I were out of the choices already?” Wonyoung points at the coin.
“...”
“Right, only two sides— whatever.” Seulgi tossed it.
Heads. Seulgi went in front of them.
CUM-PETITOR:
“It’s Kazuha.” Tsuki nudged Kazuha.
“Kazuha, you better not betray us and join the thigh group,” Sakura said, keeping her eyes on Kazuha.
“Go, Kazuha-chan!” Rei cheered for Kazuha.
“Okay! I’ll boompala this round!” Kazuha went forward.
CHOOM-PETITOR:
“Asa,” Pharita pushed Asa forward.
“No, it’s Ahyeon! I’m waiting for the best ass category!” Asa stepped back and pushed Ahyeon instead.
“Haaa…” Ruka still looks defeated to butt in.
Ahyeon will represent their team.
“Is everyone ready? Okay! Question number two!”
“What part of the body do men like?”
COMPE-THIGH-TOR:
“Thighs! The answer’s thigh for sure!” Ryujin stepped forward and showed everyone her thighs.
COMPE-TITS-TOR:
“It’s tits! It's— just look at this!” Karina leveled up the game; she took her top off and showcased a black fitted lingerie top!
“Aish!” You moved your face to your side, avoiding Karina’s vulgar actions, just to find out that Seulgi had already stripped her skirt, including her underwear.
COMPE-TIGHT-TOR:
“Tight pussy! Look, who can’t resist having a taste of this tight, puffy pussy.” She even spread it open.
“Shit!” You just closed your eyes; these girls had no shame!
CUM-PETITOR:
“Uhhh, face! No man can resist a beauty sucking their dick!” Kazuha is making a chugging sound as if she’s drinking sake.
CHOOM-PETITOR:
“Uhhh— choom?” Ahyeon didn’t know the answer, and her groupmates were groaning in disappointment.
“Uhhh, a girl with a personality?” You answered the question, though it’s not academically related. You just wanted to win.
You slowly opened your eyes since it’s your time to answer.
“Uhhh— shit–” Seulgi had her pussy free for everyone while Karina kept her tits bouncing.
“Uhhh, a girl with a good heart?” You responded. You still stay with the most modest answer you can think of, even after all the insanity you’ve witnessed.
“...”
“Good heart is correct!” The quizmaster gave you another point.
“Yes!” You punched the air one more time, another point secured!
“Shit! Almost another point for us.” Karina is acting as Yel did earlier.
“H-h-huh? Why?” Ryujin’s puzzled.
“Think about it, a woman with a good heart, where is the heart? Behind these tits.” She stripped her bra.
“AISSH!” You turn sideways— wrong move; Seulgi’s pussy is there.
“What the fuck is wrong with these girls?” You looked down instead.
“Oh shit, then thigh’s too far— we lost again.” Ryujin accepted defeat.
“I knew it; I should have said he can cum to my chest instead of face.” Kazuha sounds annoyed, but she keeps making chugging sounds.
But what’s the basis of your right answer?
“... but how was my answer right?” You let the first one go, but it’s kind of suspicious that you kept getting it right.
“It’s simple. You’re the only man here.”
“...”
You’re analyzing what the quiz master just said.
“All these questions are about men, so everything you answer is right.” The quizmaster grinned.
“...”
You got it.
“What in the world is that—— I’ll leave. You’re all insane! The absurd questions! The insane group names! And outrageous shameless nudity—I even licked someone's belly!” You're ranting and about to storm out.
Bam!
The door shuts, and you hear the girls lock it.
“W-w-what are you doing!?” The thigh group and the tits group walked in front of you.
You stepped back, but there’s also someone behind you, the tight group. The Choom group and the Japanese group are on your side.
You were surrounded, 24 girls were encircling you!
“Uh-oh, you can’t leave. We can’t continue the squeeze bee if there’s no man to give us an answer.”
“W-what answer!? Oh! Don’t come near me and your heavy chest! Stay away from me!” Karina jabbed a foot.
“You should just stay put and enjoy the competition.” The quizmaster laughed.
“What do you want!? Answer? Fine! I’ll give you an answer! The answer is that all of you are insane!” You point at each one of them.
“I always think it’s a good thing being insane,” Rei smirked. You always taught she’s cute; now she’s scary cute.
“We’re used to it, people telling me I always have insane thighs.” Ryujin points at her thighs, but it wasn’t the one that caught your attention; it’s the leash beside it, her toy.
“Gulped. No, you’re crazy, you’re all out of your damn mind.” You can’t move; you’re basically trapped in the middle.
“Want some ice cream?” Yuna asked you about ice cream again.
“No! How many times do I have to tell you I don’t want a cream!” You yelled at her.
She got teary-eyed.
“Uhhh, n-no, I’m sorry about that.” Shit, you can feel the anger in their eyes since you made Yuna cry.
“F-f-fine! I want ice cream!” You told Yuna, and she smiled right away.
“But Ice cream’s outside since the squeeze master tells no food allowed.” She’s pouting, and the other girls glared at you again.
They're fighting earlier, and now they’re teaming up against you! And, why the hell did she even ask you for an ice cream if it’s outside!?
“Then, no more ice cream, okay!” You felt relieved.
“But in exchange, how about you give us cream instead?” Yuna leaned in, her face inches away from you.
You can’t step back, so you side-step instead. However, there’s very little room to work with.
“C-c-cream?” You don’t like where it’s going.
“CREAMPIE!” Now they’re united; they all said the same word at the same time.
“NO! HOW DID THE QUIZ SUDDENLY TURN TO THIS!!?” Your veins are popping out of anger and insanity.
“Okay.” The quizmaster tapped her podium once again for their attention.
“...”
“For the third question, it’s a free-for-all—”
“Free for all!? What the fuck is that? Survival of the fittest? I’ll le–”
“Quiet, man.” The quiz master glared at you. She’s the scariest among them.
“A free-for-all, it means anyone can participate, but the points will still go to their respective group.” It sounds interesting, but you’ve got a bad feeling about it.
“You are already disqualified due to your behaviour; instead, you’ll give us an answer!” The quizmaster tapped his podium as if she’s a judge. You’re disqualified; that’s the verdict.
Then what’s the point of staying? Nothing.
Can you leave? No.
You’re fucked.
“The third question! Who do you think had the best oral skills among all of you?”
“...”
Upon hearing the question, they all turned to look at you. Some drool, some smile like a villain.
Come to think of it…
“Wait.” You just noticed something.
“You’re not students… aren’t you?” You asked them about the way they act, their boldness, and their craziness.
It’s something obvious that you should’ve noticed as early as you could.
“You don’t need to know~,” Ryujin answered. She’s already crawling!
“Fuck!” You just got a deja vu upon seeing her crawl; she’s like a cat, a dangerous one.
“No… don’t come near me!” Each one of them took a step forward.
“Come on~ just let us suck your dick and tell them that I sucked the best.” You rarely interact with that Jihyo girl, but you can tell she’s insane as well- in fact, all of them!
“Hold him.”
“W-wha— HMMMP!” Saerom and Seulgi held your body from behind, and Wonyoung sealed your mouth with her lips.
You just got kissed, your first kiss.
You always dream of getting your first kiss as romantic and full of love, but you got a kiss full of hunger instead.
“HMM! HMMM!” Both of your hands were held by Eunbi on the left and Ahyeon on the right. They sucked your fingers.
“They said fingers are primarily the main instrument for the sense of touch. Tell us, do we suck good?” Ahyeon spoke in the middle of her sucking.
“Hmm, can you feel my tongue?” Eunbi twirls her tongue over your thumb.
It feels disgusting, but why are you moaning? Have you also lost your mind? The answer’s simply yes; it started the moment you saw the signage at the door.
“You don’t need this.” Yujin tore your top and kissed your chest.
“Hurry up, Jiheon, free his dick and sucked it already!” Arin keeps tapping Jiheon, who’s struggling to strip you since she’s trembling in excitement.
“I know! Don’t worry, all of us will have a turn at his lollipop!” Jiheon yanked your pants off.
The other girls who are out in action stripped off as well. Karina and Yel praised each other's tits, Kazuha asked how to join the thigh group, Rei innocently asked when her face would get sprayed with cum, and many more.
A lot is going on, but one thing you’re very aware of, you can’t do anything to stop it.
“HMMPP– pwah! AHHNG–HMMMM!” The moment Wonyoung is freed from the kiss, you feel your dick enter a wet and hot cave, then Seulgi turns your head into hers and kisses you this time.
“Aish. I should have been quicker, ahmpp. Saerom’s a little late to kiss you and bit your ear instead.
“Hmm~ Hmmm~” Jiheon is bobbing her head. She’s sucking it like crazy.
“Omo! She looks like a cake, everybody has to blow his candle. What fun!” Sakura hopped in happiness, and Asa hopped as well. The two Japanese interact like it’s just a normal day, but there’s nothing normal about it!
“Hmm~ this is the best— HMMM!!!” She kept blowing when Arin attempted to push her head away, but she was resisting.
“Hurry up and share him already!” Arin keeps pushing Jiheon.
“HMMPPP! HMMPP!” Jiheon’s teeth scrape your shaft, and all you can do is scream through Seulgi’s mouth.
Seulgi freed your lips after a minute of frenchie, and Saeorm instantly grabbed the opportunity to take her turn. You noticed Seulgi moved away and was replaced by Karina, her tits instantly resting on your shoulders.
“Rest.” She pushed your head to her breast, a fucking soft pillow for your bruised head— no, the pleasure starts to drown you.
“When will the cream come?” Yuna is sucking her own fingers, patiently waiting.
“It’s crowded over there; I can’t see what’s happening!?” Ruka is jumping just to see what’s happening.
“I knew something was wrong when I saw you participate earlier with the tallest member category!” Ryujin caught Ruka cheating.
“What’s that?” Instead of being mad, Ruka noticed Ryujin’s bag, which she was dragging.
“My toys, leash, dildo, butt plug—”
“HMMMM!” Your eyes shot wide open when you heard the plug.
“Oh! Ryujin brought toys!” Jihyo noticed it.
“Guys, grab yours! Let’s play!” Ryujin handed over her toys as if it’s just regular toys…
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“Yeji and I will be gone for four days! Don’t burn the place down, you two. And Yuna! Don’t get pregnant while I’m gone!”
Despite not getting a response, Shin Ryujin shakes her head looking at her younger sister’s closed door.
“Those two are something else.” She says to herself. “Hopefully daddy can handle a brat like her.”
One final look at the apartment and Ryujin closes the entrance.
“What did unnie say?”
Shin Yuna was currently in her natural habitat as she called it, on her knees taking your cock into her mouth. She sucked the tip hungrily like a lollipop melting on a hot summer day. Once she asked you that question, she puckered her beautiful, pouty lips together and began kissing either side of your length.
“Oh fuck, she.. she said.”
“Hmm hmm hmm, all it takes is a beautiful woman on her knees sucking your cock and you can’t even speak, daddy?” Yuna playfully quips as one hand is currently stroking you.
“Shut up, baby.” You moaned out as she sheathed and unsheathed your tip with your foreskin. She further ups the teasing by sticking her tongue between the skin and tip, digging her way inside as she cleans the rapidly leaking precum.
“Make me, daddy. Make me choke on this yummy cock.”
Clothes were sprawled all over beside Yuna. She teased you the entire day at work - giving you your morning blowjob to completion. Then, it was sending very explicit photos during the 9:00 AM meeting. And who could forget when she begged you to pound her harder against the copier machine, informing you she locked the door. But of course, that turned out to be a lie after you finished inside her and found out the door easily opened once the knob was twisted.
You ran your fingers through her long, luscious hair wanting to fulfill her request. But with her being the way she is, the moment she gripped your thighs, she was in full control. Not you.
She looked up at you wide-eyed, glassy. They showed you hunger. Lust. Power. A need to reaffirm something she already has.
You.
Yuna brought her lips back onto your cock. Parting them slightly, she closed them with an airtight seal as she took the tip and first few inches into her mouth. As if preparing you, she moved slowly yet skillfully. Her tongue danced around the tip, going in a clockwise motion. Copious amounts of saliva coated you as your girlfriend and personal secretary continued on with her oral assault.
She was working your cock for her own personal enjoyment. Your veins throbbed as her tongue and inner mouth grazed it. With each bob of her head, she added an extra inch inside. Before she could reach your pubis bone, she released you with a loud, wet pop.
“Ahhh.” Yuna hummed loudly, kissing your covered tip.
She stuck her tongue out, giggling as she slapped your cock onto her tongue. Drool leaked onto her thighs and your dress shirt that she was kneeling on below. It took everything in you not to cum when she used your length and then slapped both of her cheeks, leaving strings of saliva connecting your meat and her face.
“One thing you should know about me, daddy. I love giving blowjobs. Every guy I’ve ever sucked told me I’m the best they ever had.”
The statement, combined with Yuna’s seductive voice being at a lower register and almost a whisper left you weak in the knees. You certainly would’ve fallen if it wasn’t for her insisting on you leaning against the wall next to her bed the moment you two began undressing each other.
“But if it’s the person I love.” she continued, kissing your tip while massaging your thighs with her hands. “I make sure they know just how much they mean to me by sucking the soul out of them.”
And with that, Yuna resumes her work, taking almost your entire length into her mouth with very little effort. She deepthroated you, making you feel your tip reach halfway down her throat before pulling back. She repeated this action several times, each more amazing than the last.
You can’t even respond. Not with how good she is making you feel. While your hands continue to grip both sides of her head, you know she is truly the one in charge. Each time you wanted to fist handfuls of her hair, she throats your meat a few seconds longer.
Eventually, Yuna stops teasing you altogether - she was determined to make you feel and experience something she has done to many men before. The entire time, her eyes never left yours - even when you closed them and your face twisted with all the emotions she was making you go through.
You gripped the back of her head and pushed. That was the only way of letting her know she was successful. She got you to cum for her.
She flexed her throat muscles, immediately gulping and consuming the hot, sticky liquid as you poured it down the tight cavern.
“Fuck…”
Your body shuddered. Your toes curled and twisted as the orgasm was an entire body experience. Rope after rope fired from your slit. Her eyes formed crescents as she hummed, her tongue vibrating on the underside of your length and caused you to release more for her.
The two of you stayed like that for several minutes. Until you felt yourself unable to release any more cum. When you finally began to deflate, Yuna bobbed her head a few times for good measure until she finally removed you from her mouth. Your vein was still throbbing, now exposed to the cool air of her room.
“You always taste so yummy, daddy.”
Yuna makes sure to kiss your tip, both sides, and the top of your length. Squeezing your half hard cock, she makes sure to get the last remaining drops of cum and sucks it - making sure you are well cleaned.
“She said not to get pregnant while she’s gone.” You finally panted.
“Did she?” Yuna asked, giving your tip several kisses before getting up. “Well that just means you need to fuck me as hard as you can, daddy.”
-
The next day, you were both very late.
Yuna insisted on riding you all night. She even got your phone when you weren’t looking and turned off your alarms. Then she turned her own phone off and turned it over on the nightstand. You only woke up when sunlight began to peek out of the curtains from her bedroom window.
‘Yuna what the fuck, we weren’t supposed to sleep in!”
“Oh relax, daddy. You’re the boss. You’re allowed to go in late.”
“That’s not how that works. And you are late too. What are people gonna say?
“Oh please. Everyone knows you’re fucking me. Especially that bitch Julia Choi in accounting.”
“Julia Choi.. You mean Choi Jisoo?”
“Ugh, don’t mention that name, daddy. She’s so fucking annoying. That whole eye smile and wholesome routine she does. Volunteering at the animal shelter. Making large donations to food drives? She’s so fake.”
“Don’t talk badly about a fellow coworker.” You replied, slapping her ass loudly as the noise echoed in the bathroom. Yuna moaned, turned on by the action as the two of you began to wash one another. The wonderful scent of the body wash rose up to your nose as you cleaned her shoulders then placed it into both of your hands as you lathered and played with her breasts. Yuna would do the same to you, focusing on your chest, stomach and then kneeling down to wash your legs and thighs. She repeated your actions, putting body wash into both hands in order to stroke your cock.
“I think we have time for a quickie, don’t you daddy?” Yuna asked as your erection grew rapidly in her small hand.
“Babe, seriously.” Your reply turned into a moan as wet squelching sounds of Yuna’s handjob turned you on.
“At least give me a facial, daddy.” Yuna cutely whined. And when she looks at you with those big, boba-sized eyes, how could you say no?
“Just a facial.” You repeated. “No ass eating, no doggy. Nothing else.”
Yuna nodded.
She resumed stroking your cock, her other hand previously idle, now massaging your balls, wanting to coax a large load out of you.
“Have you ever given unnie a facial before?”
“No. J-Just. Yeji. Once. At a Christmas party years before your sister got hired.”
“You’ve slept with Yeji unnie too?”
“Are you jealous, baby?”
“Please.” Yuna said, rolling her eyes. “If anything. She should be jealous of me. I am your girlfriend after all.”
“Yeah you are. My little slut.”
You leaned down, Yuna stopping her handjob as you gave her several quick kisses. She smiled brightly, happy to receive them from you.
“Come on, daddy. Cum for me. Paint my face.”
Her eyes locked onto yours as she frantically stroked your length. It didn’t take very much for you to cum. With Yuna, it never does. And so just as she could feel you ready to blow, she aimed your tip directly in front of her. She stuck her tongue out, anticipating the first shot would land on it.
“Fuck, daddy’s gonna cum, baby. Take all of this load.”
You grunted loudly and finally erupted. The first blast did not hit her tongue like she planned. Instead it landed on her right eye.
“Oh!” Yuna exclaimed. The hot liquid hitting it caused her to immediately begin to close her eyes. You tilted her head up.
“Keep your eyes open, slut. Daddy wants to see you covered.”
The next rope streaked from her right cheek to the left part of her forehead. Each grunt you let out coincided with another rope of semen landing on her face. She smiled, happy to be covered in cum and not water from the shower head. Once you were done unloading onto her, she sucked your tip clean of any remaining liquid. She closed her eyes, allowing you to admire the canvas onto which you created your latest work on.
“How do I look, daddy?”
“Like the most beautiful whore in the world, baby.”
“Your whore.”
Yuna smiled, puckering her lips and blowing a kiss at you. She traced her face with a finger, rubbing some of your cum into her skin while taking the other half and putting it into her mouth. She licked her lips after, satisfied after tasting you. Going back below the shower head while still on her knees, Yuna tilted her head up and washed whatever was leftover off her face. Getting back up, she planted a kiss on your lips. You could taste a little bit of yourself on her.
“I love you, daddy.”
“I love you too, baby.”
-
“Just because my office has a bedroom built into it, doesn’t mean we can just have sex in the middle of the work day, baby.”
“Nonsense, daddy. Your schedule is clear for the next few hours and I made sure no one would bother you during that time.”
“And why is that?”
“So you could put a baby in me, of course.”
“Seriously, Yuna? Ryujin said not to get pregnant.”
“Exactly. Which means, unnie wants me to get pregnant."
You were currently sitting on the bed. Your cock extremely hard between your legs as Yuna straddled you, rubbing her lower body against your legs, her splayed lips touching the base of your shaft. You wrapped your arms onto her waist, gently surprising her as you brought her down face to face with you. Feeling her breath against yours, she pressed her lips against yours. You spent several minutes connected - at times her tongue explored every part of the inside of your mouth. Others yours would do the same, hitting her own tongue in a battle of dominance. She rocked her hips back and forth while the two of you made out.
“I’m warmed up now, daddy. I want to get fucked now.”
“Oh yeah? And how does my baby want to be fucked?”
“Uhm..” Yuna put a finger to the side of her temple, pretending to think deeply. “Let’s do doggy.”
With that, you gently removed her off your lap. You quickly began to undress - loosening your tie, unbuttoning your dress shirt that seemed to have a million buttons for some reason. Yuna was about to remove her skirt, but you stopped her.
“Keep your clothes on, baby. Daddy wants to fuck you while you’re fully clothed.”
Yuna placed a finger into her mouth and softly bit on it, turned on imagining what you just said. She nodded her head, turning so that her back was now facing you.
“I love being on my hands and knees for you, daddy. People always say doggy is the most vulnerable position for a woman. But for me, it’s the most powerful.”
“It’s a position where I can feel just how much a man wants me. How animalistic and raw he can be. How I’m the only one who can make him feel this way. How I’m nothing more than an outlet for his sinful release.”
“Fuck, baby. You’re gonna make me cum if you keep talking like that.”
Yuna looked back and smiled. She reached back, grabbing her own butt and spreading her cheeks apart. Your mouth began to water. She had an amazing hourglass figure, the widest hips that many in the office would whisper that she secretly wore hip pads. You chuckled hearing that nonsense because as you can see, Yuna was all natural. But it was her ass that really did you in. The plumpest, biggest, most smackable ass you’ve ever laid your eyes on, for lack of better words.
Only Ryujin could compare. That is, until she lost a large amount of weight after Yeji introduced her to a no carb diet. You made sure to punish Yeji by giving her her department’s entire paperwork. After that, Yeji made sure to never introduce a diet to her ever again.
And so, as Yuna planted her hands firmly on the bed and made sure her back was completely straight you could not wait any longer.
You grabbed your cock, smacking your tip against her wet folds. They were more than just wet, she was leaking profusely for you. You made sure to put a small amount inside, causing Yuna to whimper loudly from your teasing.
“Daddy, please..”
She was shuddering with anticipation - the goosebumps and baby hairs on her body rose up as she waited for you to finally enter her.
Not wanting to prolong the moment any longer, you lined yourself up and finally parted her lips with your blunt tip.
“Oh fuck. Daddy, your cock.”
“I know, baby. I know.”
Yuna was tight.
Ryujin and Yeji couldn’t hold a candle to her. They both claimed to be the tightest you’ve ever had. But even they would have to admit Shin Yuna clears them.
“Oh yes. That’s it. Bottom me out, daddy.”
One shallow thrust. But you had to pull out, earning yourself a loud whimper from the woman below. Adjusting both yourself and her, you tried again once more. This time, you were both in a comfortable position. It also helped that her being so wet made each entrance easier.
“Oh, God. Fuck. Fuck me, daddy.”
You placed your hands on each hip, quickly doing your best to make your thrusts faster and harder. Yuna stuck her tongue out, panting as she squeezed her breasts while you fucked your girlfriend.
“Good. So good. Daddy fucks me so good.”
“Yeah, you like that? You like daddy fucking you?”
“I love it.” Yuna cried. “I love daddy and his fat fucking cock.”
“That’s my good girl.” You said, squeezing her hip as you slammed your repeatedly into her. The sinful squelching sounds were music to both of your ears as your bodies collided.
Neither of you said anything for several minutes. That is, until you stretch your fingers apart and place a wide palm smack onto Yuna’s ass. The sound reverberated in the room, the force making her ass jiggle from the impact.
“Oh my god, daddy!” Yuna screamed, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she immediately tightened on your length, your smack triggering her orgasm. You almost came right then when she clenched herself on you. She clawed the sheets tightly and flooded your length . You continued to fuck her through her orgasm, causing her to have another one at the same time.
“Keep going, daddy. Keep fucking me. Just like that. Don’t stop.”
You smack her other cheek, earning yourself the same response as earlier. You repeated this at least ten times, you lost count after that. Then, you gripped both hips harshly and slammed into Yuna.
“God!” She screamed. “Daddy! Put a baby in me!”
You both put in some serious effort, wanting the impending orgasms to be the best you’ve ever had. You - who slammed your pelvis against hers, looking at how delicious her ass rippled each time it was thrusted into. Yuna - moaning, salivating, letting out the filthiest sentences she has ever uttered out.
One last hard clench of her pussy was all it took.
“Yuna!”
You erupted inside your girlfriend. Hot jets of thick baby batter flood inside her wet cavern. Yuna moaned as you unloaded everything and drained your balls. She winced in pain as you tightened your hold on her hips but that didn’t matter as the pleasure you gave her by cumming quickly overrode that feeling.
“You fucked a giant load into me, daddy.” Yuna quietly said when she felt you stop throbbing inside her. “You came inside me.”
You gave two small smacks on her ass in response.
“I gave you everything I had, baby.”
“I love getting creampied.” Yuna replied. “I love when a guy cums so much inside me.:
The both of you are panting hard, exhausted and struggling to catch your breath. Even though you no longer had any strength, you gave her a few soft thrusts.
“So, daddy. How about anal? I got a new buttplug I want to try out.”
-
“You two idiots do know this is supposed to be a weekly update meeting, right?”
Shin Ryujin looked mad on the phone screen, but her soft tone and warm smile betrayed her words.
To the surprise of no one, you and Yuna were currently having sex. You were below her, Yuna insisting that you called her older sister while she was mounting you.
“This is a weekly update meeting.” Yuna replied, moaning. “I’m updating you on how I ride daddy’s cock!”
You chose to stay quiet, squeezing Yuna’s breasts as she bounced on top of you. She clenched her vaginal muscles the moment you started flicking and pulling her nipples.
“Great, now you’ve got Yeji fapping to the two of you.”
“N-No, I’m not. I’m rubbing my lower body because I just got a Brazilian wax and I can feel the hairs growing back all itchy.”
“Right. And you need to do so with the wand.”
“It gets the hairs loose enough that they can just fall right off!” Yeji exclaimed.
“Ugh, whatever.” Ryujin replied, focusing her attention back on the couple on her phone screen. “Yuna, you better not be trying to get pregnant. I know you’re ovulating today.”
“Unnie!” Yuna shrieked in embarrassment. “H-How did you know?”
“I’m your older sister, of course I know. Plus, you left a note on the fridge.”
“Oh, fuck!”
She rotated her hips up and down as he grinded on your cock.
“Fuck me, daddy!”
“I hope you’re not draining my man dry, Yuna. Don’t forget what you did to our cousin.”
“Ugh unnie, you’re so annoying.” Yuna rolled her eyes. Both from the fucking and from Ryujin’s statement. “It was so not my fault he creamed himself when I gave him a blowjob. Nor the fact he came inside me after three measly thrusts. Good thing he wore a condom. God, I hate those things.”
Yuna leaned forward, giving you a kiss while still maintaining her rhythm.
“Just don’t get pregnant, slut. At least not until I come back home. He was my man first. I want to be the first to be bred by him.”
“No promises, unnie.” Yuna responded playfully.
The two of you continued kissing while Ryujin watched silently. Knowing she was performing in front of others, Yuna decided enough was enough and really began riding your cock.
You were sure your soul began to leave your body as each forward motion of her hips was euphoric than the last. Besides moans from you, Yuna and Yeji everyone wanted to see just how long you would last.
Turns out, not very long.
“Come on, daddy. Shut that slut up!” Ryujin cheered.
“Baby.” You choked out.
Yuna kept riding when she felt your cock expanding, ready to burst. All it took was two hard, deep clenches and several hip thrusts in order for the floodgates to open.
You cum. You cum hard.
With the last bit of strength, you give Yuna a powerful thrust and fire your load inside her pussy. You flop onto the mattress below, as Yuna shudders above you. She feels each pulse. Each rope inside of her.
“Daddy.”
While Yuna did say your name, the other source of it came from the phone. It seems Yeji has completed her “lower body massage” to the two of you having sex.
“Great. See what you two did. Now our hotel room smells like Yeji’s squirt.”
All four of you laugh. Yuna leans down and presses her forehead against yours. You smiled, kissing her while still connected. The two of you do not care that the call is going on, only focused on telling each other I love you and saying what a great job you both did.
Ryujin smiles at the two lovebirds. But then, she squinted and noticed something.
“Wait. Did you two just fuck on my bed?”
-
“You think she’ll be mad?”
“At first maybe. But then she’ll be happy.”
“Well, I guess you failed at keeping your promise, baby.”
“Me? You had something to do with this too, daddy. In fact, 50% of it.”
You placed a finger under Yuna’s chin and tilted it up, licking her teeth before the two of you shared a very intimate kiss.
As the two of you continued, Yuna fiddled with the stick in her hand. There was no mistaking it.
Part of my Star Trek NSFW series. See my masterlist for more chapters.
9909 words.
Starring: Kazuha, Asa, Bae, Momo, Chaewon, and Wonyoung.
Warning: This is NSFW and features explicit scenes.
"What do you think it means?" Kazuha asked Asa while staring at a blinking blue light. It flashed rapidly in sets of three, and sometimes wouldn't flash for a few seconds.
"Hm." Asa looked at the datapad in her hand, it had all the codes for what the flashing lights meant in these maintenance corridors. However, it didn't have this one, or the light was malfunctioning in such a way that the pattern made no sense.
"I... Uh... Hm..." Asa mumbled, brushing her black bobcut hair back behind her ear. "Nakamura, if I didn't know better, I'd say it's broken!" Asa declared, turning to look at Kazuha. With a nod of agreement, Kazuha threw her hands up and sighed.
"At least we can say we tried," Kazuha smiled, patting Asa on the shoulder. "After all, it's the effort that counts, right?" The pair of them turned away from the light and started toward a ladder, which Kazuha had become quite the expert at sliding down instead of using the rungs.
"You have to teach me how you do that, Nakamura," Asa called down to her. Kazuha looked up with two thumbs raised and waited for her fellow redshirt to join her at the bottom.
Clang, clang, clang. Asa's boots caused a tinny ring as she carefully climbed down and skipped the last three to jump onto her feet. "Ta-da!" Asa said, presenting herself with her hands.
"Very nice, oo la la," Kazuha said in an exaggerated French accent. Asa held her hands down to her sides like a runway model, and then began to step down the corridor with her boots ringing on the grates. "That's it, strut, show it off!" Kazuha said.
Asa whipped around, striking a pose with a hand on her hip and one on the back of her head. She began to strut toward Kazuha, shaking her hair while she did it. "Yeah, take ALL my credits!" Kazuha cheered, making a motion with her hands like she was throwing money at Asa.
"Nakamura, Enami, report to my ready room in twenty minutes," Karina's voice echoed through the corridor. Asa and Kazuha looked at each other, tightening their lips and scrunching their faces in unison.
"Will do, captain," Kazuha said with a tap on her comm badge. "Ugggggggggggggggh, we're going on another away mission to that butthole planet we've been orbiting, aren't we? The place LOOKS like a butthole, even," Kazuha said out loud. Asa sighed, and then rolled her eyes.
"That's why we're redshirts," Asa said, "we take it up the butt, and then we get shoved headfirst up the butt."
Karina's voice cut through again the moment Asa had stopped talking. "Nakamura, Enami, your comm badges are still on," said Karina in a terse tone that made both of them grimace.
"Uh." Kazuha's brain began to crash like a computer bank being hit by disruptor fire.
"We'll talk about that language in the ready room," said Karina.
The comm line closed, and Kazuha turned to the wall, banging her forehead against a bulkhead. "Stupid, stupid, stupid," she said, banging against it gently until there was a red mark above her eyes.
"Can't be any worse than Winter getting caught last week busting a fat nut off in the Jefferies Tube." Asa placed her hands on Kazuha's shoulders and pulled her away from the wall, pushing her forward and down the corridor.
"Ensign Kim was beating her, I mean his, wait." The corner of Kazuha's lip curled in confusion. "Kim is an Anjullian, right?" Kazuha asked.
"Uh, yeah, I think so," replied Asa as they rounded a corner and passed by Minnie and Ryujin at a control panel, both looking like they were busy with something.
"So Kim has a cock AND a kitty," Kazuha said.
"Don't call it that." Asa rolled her eyes.
"Call it what?"
"Kitty, so childish."
Kazuha raised her hands and curled her fingers like a cat's claws, then gave a REEOW and scratched playfully at Asa.
"Speaking of dicks in pussies," Kazuha blurted out, "you coming to the holodeck later?"
"Holodeck?" Asa stopped in her tracks, hands behind her back, eyebrow raised with intense curiosity. Her head leaned forward, turned to the side slightly as if she wanted to hear what was happening.
"I built a new program," Kazuha said with a very exaggerated wink. "I call it Mandingos in Space." Kazuha placed an arm around Asa's shoulders, waving her free hand out as if presenting some invisible banner.
"Mandingos in Space?" Asa smirked, and then started to giggle.
"Let's just say that a little birdy on the bridge showed me how to disable the protocols that keep things PG."
"I'm sure they did, and I'm even more sure you spent a ridiculous amount of time on your program."
"Oh baby, you have no idea." Kazuha smirked, and then skipped forward.
Asa followed her, and they came to a turbolift. "Two for the bridge," Asa said to the computer. The turbolift hissed as it shot upward, ascending multiple floors in seconds.
"You don't have to say anything other than bridge, you know," Kazuha told her.
"Shush," said Asa. The door opened and the bridge was before them. Asa and Kazuha took a couple steps into it when Asa had the sudden realization that the bridge had a distinct smell. Most of the ship smelled like coolant, or hot circuitry, or duranium alloys.
But the bridge, it smelled like French toast. "Kazuha," Asa said, sniffing the air. "It smells like French toast," she said. Kazuha began to sniff as well, her eyes narrowing.
"Yeah, it does!" said Kazuha. They were both paused on the ramp along the far side, both taking in the delicious scent.
Miyeon turned to face them, hands behind her back like usual, legs spaced a bit. "Nakamura, Enami, the captain is waiting," Miyeon's steely voice said to them.
Kazuha and Asa walked over to the ready room door and pressed the button to be let inside. On the table they saw a gigantic candle, which was the source of the smell. "Good galaxies, captain, are you trying to make us all hungry?" Asa said.
"Sit down." Karina had her back turned to them, facing a window where she watched the planet outside. Asa exchanged a glance with Kazuha, who grimaced and sat down gingerly.
"We sent an away team down to the planet and haven't heard anything since their last report sixteen hours ago." Karina turned around to face most of the bridge officers, looking at each one while speaking.
"By Starfleet regulations, we should've sent an away team at fourteen hours, which is the maximum allowed timeframe to await a report. Multiple attempts to reach the away team have been unsuccessful. Chief Myoi is assembling a second away team." Karina pulled her chair out and sat down at last, looking at Mina.
Mina, always on the shy and quiet side, inhaled deeply before she picked up a datapad. "I've come up with a plan that I believe will help u-" she started.
"Miss Myoi, please speak up a little louder, I can barely hear you," Karina said.
Inhaling again, Mina stood up and straightened out her red uniform. "I've put together a plan that will allow us to cover more ground. We've tried to track their comm badges, but they're either turned off or destroyed, so we have no choice but to use the manual scanning systems." Mina's voice was now louder, stronger, and she spoke high enough for everyone to hear.
"However, the atmosphere of the planet is making it impossible for us to scan from the ship, so we'll be forced to use shuttlecraft, surface skimmers, and gravcycles. The crafts are all-" Mina was interrupted a second time.
"Did you say... Gravcycles?" Kazuha asked. She leaned over the table a bit, listening intently.
Mina sighed, hanging her head a bit. "Yes, Nakamura. But I'm reminding you, you're still on probation after the last incident with a gravcycle."
"Chief, it's not my fault that the Venom bridge crew decided they wanted to race on Calardii. Hirai and Minatozaki insulted the honor of the Black Mamba and they insulted the captain," Kazuha ranted on until Karina's brow furrowed and she looked at her.
"What did they say?" Karina's stiff voice cut through Kazuha's defense of herself.
"They uh," Kazuha started, tugging at the collar of her shirt nervously. "They said the ship has no soul and that you uh... You uh... They said you wouldn't be able to ride a gravcycle for long because you have no ass."
"Really?" Karina said curiously. "That's interesting, considering their captain is flatter than this table."
It felt like the air had been let out of the room, sucked out into the vacuum of space. Kazuha and Asa covered their faces with their hands, stifling their laughter.
"Chief, let's get that team put together and tracking down the others. I don't want them to spend another night on that planet, not after the reports we got from them before the communications stopped."
"Aye, captain," Mina said. She turned immediately to Asa and Kazuha. "Go get your away kits, the long patrol ones," Mina ordered to both of them. The two of them were dismissed and gathered their things, meeting in a hangar on the lower decks.
"You'll need to change into these," said Mina, handing uniforms to the away team. They were jungle green suits with brown sleeves and reinforced legs. "The planet is a jungle, a hot one. These suits will keep you from overheating, but it's still going to be hot."
A couple redshirts wheeled out a rack full of phaser rifles and pistols. "What are those?" Asa asked, looking at the long camouflaged rifles. She picked one up, thinking it looked nothing like a standard phaser rifle.
"New ship, new weapons. Starfleet sent us out with these and orders to test them at any given chance, even just target shooting." Mina picked one up, examining the sleek and slender ergonomics.
"You'll be the first ones in Starfleet history to carry them onto a planet." Mina handed the rifle to Kazuha, who looked it over and felt she didn't need any training. Everything was right where it should be, and highly intuitive. "Don't lose my rifles, ladies," Mina said with a short glare.
The runabout with a gravcycle loaded in the back started out of the hangar, and a short time later was rumbling through a turbulent atmosphere. "Systems are going nuts!" Momo said from the pilot's seat.
Asa and Kazuha were strapped into the seats behind her, watching the screens flashing, lights blinking, and then the alarms began to go off. "Warning! Warning! Warning!" the computer repeated in five second intervals.
"We've lost thrusters, shields are barely online," Momo said to the co-pilot.
"We can divert from life support until we make it through the atmosphere," Bae said.
"What are we going to breathe, genius?" Kazuha called out.
"Life support is the only system with enough power to keep the shields up. If we don't divert power now we're not going to be breathing in the next two minutes!"
Momo groaned, pressing a few buttons that diverted the power to the shields. "Slow down your breathing, hold it as long as you can," Bae said. The air had already gone thin after a few minutes, and all four were spacing out their breaths as far as they humanly could.
"We're almost through," Momo said. The runabout felt like it was going to tear apart at any moment. Asa turned to look at the hull, which she swore was rippling, but upon blinking rapidly it returned to normal. Kazuha clutched the armrests of her chair, closing her eyes.
Bae felt her eyes twitching, chest heaving, and then slumped over the console gasping for air. Momo breathed deeply, taking in almost no air. She fell forward, caught by the safety harness of the chair. Her fat tits rested against the edge of the console.
Kazuha turned to see Asa had passed out, and she felt herself not far behind. Then the ship stopped struggling and steadied out, but nobody was conscious at the helm to restore power back to life support.
The buckle of her harness clicked free and Kazuha fell forward onto the floor of the runabout. Her hands reached out, clawing to pull her slender body forward between struggling gasps for air. Her hand raised to the console, but she couldn't pull herself up.
Blindly, she felt around the console. She found herself feeling beyond thankful that they had blind keys, physical buttons she could feel and press. Life support was the tenth one down, and restoring power to it meant finding the larger third button from the left in the top row.
Kazuha's hand flopped around, fingers feeling stiff as she found the DIVERT button and struggled to depress it until she heard the beep. Just as she began to pass out, seeing darkness in her eyes, she found the tenth button down and pressed it with immense difficulty.
"Life support activated," the computer said.
Kazuha rolled onto her back, sucking in air with her chest lifting up and down. Momo snapped back in her chair. Asa slowly stirred. Bae, however, needed immediate attention. Kazuha crawled on all fours to a medkit, yanking it from the wall and flipping it open.
She crawled back and placed a hypospray to Bae's neck. The hypospray hissed and Bae shot up screaming, flailing around until she fell out of her chair.
"Specialist!" Kazuha shouted at Bae, pinning her in place with her hands to stop her flailing. "Life support is back on, you're okay now!" she said. Bae panted, looking around at a spinning room.
"The runabout!" Bae's eyes widened and she struggled back into her chair. "Ensign!" she shouted at Momo, who was barely conscious and struggling to move.
"Warning, planet surface approaching rapidly," the computer said.
"Switching to manual mode," Bae groaned, looking at the console that was a blur. "Nakamura, can you see straight?" Bae asked, shaking her head side to side.
"Yeah, kinda," Kazuha replied.
"Hit the manual override for flight control," Bae said.
Kazuha staggered to her feet, looking down at the console. Her finger hovered over the button just as the planet's surface began to rise up and meet the runabout.
"Override activated."
Bae grabbed the controls and pulled up hard, sending Kazuha tumbling over backward into the very back of the runabout along with Asa, who had just stood up. They were stopped by the gravcycle, clutching ahold of it as it slammed into the rear door.
"Thrusters, thrusters," Bae said, trying to find the button that would re-fire the thrusters so she could regain some altitude. Still seeing doubles, even triples, Bae pressed a swirling button that she thought said THRUST.
The back door of the runabout opened, the gravcycle slid out with Kazuha and Asa still clutching it. "Ooooohhhh shi-" Asa shouted as they plunged downward in freefall.
"Asa! The gravcycle!" Kazuha screamed. Asa had ahold of the left handlebar, clinging to it for dear life as they fell faster and faster. She swung over the seat, trying to figure out how to start it. Kazuha gripped the rear seat, pulling herself into it.
"On the right, the switch, then the big orange button!" Kazuha shouted over the roaring air rushing through their ears. She clicked her seatbelt into place, and Asa flipped the switch. Kazuha tapped her shoulder and pulled on Asa's safety harness.
With only a kilometer left, Asa clicked the harness in place and pressed the orange button. The gravcycle roared to life, engines whirring, thrusters stabilizing it just a meter from the ground. The gravcycle kissed the dirt softly, then bounced into place where it hovered about a meter above it.
Kazuha sat back, panting with stars in her eyes. Asa leaned forward, laying over the handlebars in an attempt to slow her pounding heart. They had landed in a clearing, one by a dense forest. Asa looked over her shoulder at Kazuha, trading relieved smiles with each other.
"Good job, Kazuha!" Asa panted, feeling her pulse and breathing stabilizing a bit.
"I'm going to make you a legend when we get back to the ship." Kazuha breathed rapidly.
From the forest came a deafening roar, and then the thundering of heavy footsteps. "What is that?" Asa asked out loud, seeing the long, tooth-lined snout of something resembling a dinosaur.
"It's your cue to get us moving!" Kazuha urged her, turning in her seat to reach for the storage bags that had their gear in them. She pulled out one of the new phaser rifles, flipping the power supply on and aiming it at the hulking beast.
"Asa!"
"I'm trying! I've never used one of these before!" Asa shouted.
"Press the lever on the right!"
Asa saw a small thumb lever just under the right handle and pressed it inward. The gravcycle lurched forward, going almost nose-up. "Use the foot pedals!" said Kazuha.
Asa heard the first shots of the phaser rifle, and the dinosaur-thing roaring. She depressed the right pedal down and the gravcycle tilted forward, going nose-down into the dirt. "Left pedal!" Kazuha said.
Kazuha's eyes went wide as the creature charged forward with its jaws wide open. She fired wildly, but it kept coming. She flung her arms up and closed her eyes, thinking this was going to be the end as the putrid breath of the beast washed over her.
With both pedals balanced, the gravcycle steadied and zoomed forward. The open jaws snapped shut behind them, and a roar echoed out as Asa sped away across the clearing.
"We need to find or contact the runabout," Asa said, slowing down when she felt it was safe. Kazuha reached into the bag to find the flip-open communicator and a tricorder.
With the rifle over her lap, Kazuha started searching for the runabout with the tricorder. "Picking up a faint signal a few kilometers away, definitely a Starfleet vessel." Kazuha tapped a few buttons, sending the information to the center screen of the gravcycle.
Asa maneuvered the machine around to follow the map toward the signal, taking them through a forest with tall, gangly conifers and gingko trees. Above them were strange birds, and creatures on the forest floor that were devouring mouthfuls of brambles and ferns.
"You're doing good for your first time!" Kazuha said, trying to encourage Asa a bit.
"Don't distract me or we'll definitely crash!" Asa called back to her. She brought the gravcycle to a stop, hovering in place over a puddle of water that rippled.
A vibrantly colored herd of Stegosaur-type creatures appeared, catching their attention. The plates on their backs were turquoise, radiating into edges of bright orange and red. Trailing behind them were large thagomizers attached to their tails.
The herd lumbered across the forest slowly, paying almost no attention to the two outsiders except for a couple of curious lifts of their heads before moving on.
Meanwhile, at the runabout...
Bae stood in the back doorway with her arms above her, hands gripping the doorframe. She looked down, watching some strange iridescent beetles scurrying across the ground.
"It's my fault," Bae said adamantly.
"Accidents happen," Momo replied.
"Accidents are one thing, getting two members of your crew killed is another."
"We don't know that they're dead, and we're not going to know if we stay here wondering instead of searching for them."
Momo placed her hand on Bae's shoulder, peeking out to see a lush world full of greenery and vibrant colors. "How about you go run a scan for lifeforms? I'll get a tricorder and see what's in the area."
Bae reluctantly nodded and stepped back into the runabout to start a long range scan. She started to press buttons, humming something she'd heard someone on the bridge singing at some point.
"Little life-forms,
Tiny little life-forms,
Precious little life-forms."
Bae clapped her hands twice.
"Where are you, my little life-forms?"
Momo raised an eyebrow, then picked up a phaser rifle and a tricorder to step outside. The heat instantly hit her and she realized that Mina had grossly understated how hot it truly was on this planet. "Gross," Momo said, lifting her boot to see she'd stepped in some kind of jelly-like fungus.
Momo held her tricorder up and scanned the area, spinning in a full 360 until it had finished. She looked at the screen with confusion, it told her that there were a dozen humanoid lifeforms in the immediate vicinity of the runabout, but she saw nothing.
"What the." Momo ran the scan again after a short auto-calibration, thinking maybe the entry through the atmosphere had knocked the calibration off somehow.
It still read a dozen lifeforms.
Momo tucked the tricorder into its pouch on her belt and raised the rifle, sweeping the area with the attached optic. "What?" Momo asked, lowering the rifle to look at it incredulously. The optic had shown her a strange partial outline in bright red, like that of a shoulder and arm.
She raised the rifle again and focused on that spot, and whatever it was moved to reveal a head and chest peeking out from behind a tree. "Hey, Bae!" Momo called nervously.
Bae turned in her seat to look through the runabout, seeing Momo with the rifle raised, crouching in place on one knee. "What is it?" Bae asked, standing in the doorway of the runabout. Momo was aiming at something that Bae couldn't see.
"There's a dozen of them," said Momo, inching slowly toward the ship. "When I bolt for the door, close it as fast as you can."
"What is it, Hirai?" Bae asked, still unable to see anything in the dense brush and trees beyond the narrow clearing they'd set down in.
"We're surrounded," Momo whispered. She heard the distant whine of thrusters, and turned to see a gravcycle speeding over a trickling stream, coming right for them.
"It's Kazuha and Asa!" Bae said excitedly, almost jumping in place. She felt a massive weight falling from her shoulders, and another instantly replacing it as Momo looked down to her left.
A spear had flung itself out of the jungle and planted itself right beside Momo. The accuracy had been dangerously close, coming within a few centimeters of her thigh.
Momo fired blindly into the jungle, the phaser blew apart a thin palm tree and sent it toppling over. She heard frantic shouting from inside the jungle as the gravcycle closed in. "In! Get in!" Momo shouted to them, trying to wave them into the runabout.
A spear shot out in front of Asa's face so closely that she felt the air separating around it on her nose. It sent Asa into a panic and the gravcycle began to spin wildly in circles. Kazuha brought her phaser up, trying to aim at humanoid shapes through the optic.
Her thumb accidentally flipped a selector onto the highest setting, she pulled the trigger and watched with astonishment as a blue ball of crackling energy shot out.
The impact blew up a small section of the jungle about five meters wide, leveling the plants and brush where it hit. "Did you fu-" Kazuha started, but her eyes locked onto a tall, slender, black-skinned form standing at the edge of the destroyed area.
Over two and a half meters tall, clutching a spear, with a lean build and an oblong head flattened with painted ridges. Its skin was onyx black, and it wore nothing beyond a simple wrap of leather around its waist.
Asa tried to turn the gravcycle toward the runabout, but something caused it to veer off and tip over, shutting the engines down as a safety precaution. Before Kazuha and Momo could react, they were surrounded on every side.
Bae slammed the doors of the runabout shut, locking herself inside. Kazuha and Asa clicked their harnesses loose and stood up with their hands in the air. Momo laid her rifle on the ground, and the three of them were surrounded by spearpoints within centimeters of their faces and bodies.
"Can't believe she just left us like that," Asa said quietly.
"Someone has to get help." Momo placed a finger on the tip of a spear, trying to direct it away from her face.
The natives were speaking a strange language, one that the universal translator in their comm badges hadn't yet fully deciphered. Kazuha looked around at all of them, noticing a lot of peculiarities in their heights, body shapes, and the ridges on their heads.
"They're really dimorphic," Kazuha said gently, trying not to provoke one of them to lunge with a spear. Some were short and stocky, others were tall and gangly, and some didn't even look like the same species at all.
One of them picked up a phaser rifle from the ground and looked at it, talking rapidly in their language. Kazuha, Asa, and Momo looked on nervously as their thumb found the trigger. They expected it to fire, but instead it let out a low error noise and flashed a red X on the rear display.
Others started to poke spears at the ship, banging on it, howling at it. Every time they hit it with a spear a metallic ringing made them recoil and shout. "I'm going to assume we've broken the Prime Directive here." Asa looked on, watching one of the stone spearpoints shattering against the hull.
Inside, Bae looked out the window at one of them while frantically trying to send a transmission up to either the Black Mamba or the Venom. She stuck her tongue out at the warrior, who ran away. "Yeah, you better run!" Bae shouted.
Suddenly, something crashed into the side of the hull and sent the runabout rolling across the clearing. The world spun and Bae was tossed from wall-to-wall, slamming into seats, the consoles, and feeling equipment spiraling around her.
It came to a stop and Bae clutched the back of her head with her hands, groaning in pain. The ship rested sideways against a tree and Bae sat up to gather herself. A medkit fell from somewhere right on top of her head.
"That sums up this mission." Bae sighed, throwing the medkit across the runabout. The ship began to vibrate intermittently, and Bae crawled forward to the pilot's seat to look through the windows. The red alert lights were flashing, the computer kept saying "WARNING", and Bae hoisted herself up to her feet.
She pressed her hands to the glass and looked outside. A scream left her as a gigantic foot crashed down right outside the window. It was covered in scales, had three clawed toes, and was as thick as a tree trunk.
She backed away, panting and searching for any sort of weapon she could find. Upon finding the last phaser rifle, she looked forward to see a reptilian eye staring into the runabout, and the steam of its breath on the windows.
Outside had turned grey, and now the pattering of rain against the hull could be heard. Bae remained on her back clutching the rifle, trying not to move in hopes that whatever it was outside would go away.
The head nudged at the front of the shuttlecraft, pushing it about a meter. Bae closed her eyes, praying it would leave. "Go away, go away, go away," she whispered over and over.
Kazuha, Asa, and Momo were marching through the jungle, the black beings pushing them forward. "It's so hot, I need water," Momo groaned, panting as she choked on humidity with hacking coughs.
Through ferns, brambles, and weird plants oozing a clear slime, the three of them were brought to a high wall covered in spikes and debris. A gate opened and they were taken inside to a village to be thrown down in the center of it.
The warriors who had brought them to the village began to dance in a circle around them, chanting excitedly as more gathered. Asa looked to her right, seeing a group of beings that were squat and muscular, like dwarves in the old Earth stories. Then there were the tall black ones, and a third species that looked almost reptilian.
One of the tall ones stepped through the dancers, bringing their celebration to a halt. They looked down at the three of them, raising Momo's face with a bone scepter under her chin.
Around the flattened top of its head was a crown made of some kind of metal, dull in color and encrusted with jagged crystals that jutted out in every direction.
Momo looked up, seeing the towering figure before her spreading its lips to reveal sharp pink shark-like teeth. Its body was lithe, and the waist thinner than her own. A pair of black eyes stared into her own, and she felt the urge to get up and run for her life.
It turned and left them, calling out to the others with a cry of sorts. The trio were hauled to their feet, pushed forward toward a round building where guards with spears waited.
They were shoved in without grace or mercy, thrown to the floor and locked inside. "Well, there goes our hopes of rescue," drifted a voice from a dark corner of the building.
Kazuha recognized it as Chaewon's voice. "Commander?" she called out.
"Yep, and the counselor. We're the only ones left, the dinosaur things ate the others." Chaewon emerged from the darkness in the same special uniform, her face had a couple cuts on it, and she looked exhausted.
"They what?" Asa asked.
"The three men we beamed down with, the dinosaurs ate them." Chaewon shook her head, looking over the three of them.
"They were working on the comm system when the thing came out of nowhere, nothing anyone could do," Wonyoung said from a window on the far side. "The aliens with the flat heads are all female, or at least I think that's what they consider themselves. They call themselves the Matu, they're able to change sex."
"What do you mean, counselor?" Asa walked over to her and looked outside, seeing a stone city full of rivers and waterfalls.
"Some remain female their entire lives, but others will change their sex for two months every year for their mating season. They gather in mass orgies to breed."
"Sounds like our holodeck," Kazuha said. Every head in the room turned to look at her.
"Commander, Bae managed to get away in the runabout, hopefully she will be able to get us a proper away team to help." Momo said.
"Well, at least there's one shred of hope left out there."
Hours passed, the rain helped to drastically tame the heat and the five of them took turns filling their palms with water at the window to drink it up. It tasted odd, slightly sour, but they had no choice otherwise and gathered as much as they could to drink.
"It's rained every day since we got here, always around the same time," Chaewon sprawled out on the floor where the roof was leaking, opening her mouth to let the water drip into it.
Meanwhile...
Bae grabbed hold of a bulkhead, screaming as the runabout went tumbling end-over-end down the side of a hill and crashed into a shallow stream. It was upright, at least, and Bae hopped into the pilot's seat with a cut above her eye.
She looked at the screen and saw the left plasma intake manifold had been damaged, rendering the attached engine and thruster unusable. Bae pounded the edge of the console with her fist, knowing that the mission just got harder.
The craft began to rattle again. Whatever it was that had flipped it to begin with, it was following to toy with it some more. She went through a quick startup sequence, but when she tried to fire up the engines there was a large red warning on the screen, followed by a shuddering as the engines powered back down.
The hull rang again as the beast outside nudged it with its snout, pushing it across the gravel and rocks underneath. Bae cringed at the sound of screeching metal followed by an ear-splitting roar that shook the entire ship.
Her eyes went wide as the thing outside slammed into the runabout, denting the side in like a tin can. In a split second she decided it was time to go. She grabbed the phaser rifle, a survival pack, tapped a few buttons on the console to set the emergency beacon, and waited for the next hit.
It slammed the back of the ship around to face the water, and that's when Bae opened the door and jumped in. It was chest deep, flowing fast, and Bae was able to float on her back to be carried away. She looked at the ship, a massive, hulking predator was crushing it under its foot, trying to sink its teeth in but couldn't.
She floated down the river and only got out on a sandbank when she felt there was enough distance between herself and whatever dinosaur looking thing it was back at the ship.
Now, she faced a jungle with nothing but a tricorder and a rifle, and knew it was up to her to find her crewmates.
In the village...
Things had cooled off to the point that Wonyoung and Asa were getting cold. The five of them sat close together, huddling with one another in the round prison building to try and keep each other warm.
The door opened and in stepped several of the tall beings, two for each of the girls. They grabbed them up and hauled them to the door, dragging them outside and through the rain. "Just cooperate with them, don't try to do anything that will get you hurt," Chaewon said.
They were taken into a large complex built into the side of a mountain. The entire village was built on it with steep stairs, narrow streets, and guards roaming about with spears of varying lengths.
Kazuha and Asa looked up to see a high vaulted ceiling, pillars carved from crystalline structures, and dozens of different species lounging around. They gasped when they entered the next room, which was a full blown orgy. The onyx black bodies of the Matu were on top of females, and not just Matu ones.
Chaewon and Wonyoung had already seen this, but Momo, Asa, and Kazuha looked around to see women of various species getting their holes piped by long dark cocks.
"Like I said, just do what they want, or we'll never get back to the ship." Chaewon looked over her shoulder at the others, each bearing a mortified expression on their face.
"Can't be any worse than when you were sleeping with that jellyhead guy," Asa leaned over to say to Kazuha, nudging her with her elbow.
"He was a Gallamite, and I still have nightmares about his cock in me. It was like getting shagged by a jellyfish." Kazuha tensed up, shaking her head for a moment before her entire body followed suit.
The guards let them go and walked away, leaving them in the center of the chamber. The heavy doors slammed shut, and they were left to watch and listen to the sights and sounds of a raucous orgy.
"Alright, Momo, get in there!" Kazuha said, punching Momo on the shoulder encouragingly. "Take one for the team!"
"Always knew we could rely on you, Momo," Asa said, nodding and turning to Kazuha, who nodded back.
Momo rolled her eyes. Another door opened, and several more tall Matu walked in completely naked, their massive hung black cocks swinging around wildly. They gathered around the five of them, standing over them so high that the women had to crane their necks backward to see their captors.
Chaewon sighed and led by example, unzipping her uniform and peeling it down her body until it was bunched around her ankles. She'd already stripped like this the day before, as did Wonyoung, who followed her lead.
She stepped out of her boots, then the suit, and stood naked in front of the Matu. Wonyoung was beside her, and the other three watched as they were hoisted onto pitch black shoulders and carried away. Wonyoung called out to them, "if you just go with it you'll get to eat later, if you don't, you'll probably be dinner out in the jungle!"
"When we get back to the ship I'm telling the captain that this planet fucking blows," said Momo. She reluctantly began to strip her uniform off, revealing her fat Japanese boobs contained in a black bra. She kicked off her boots, stripped naked, and felt a pair of smooth four-fingered hands picking her up.
"When on a class M, I guess!" Asa said, stripping down. Kazuha was the last to get naked, and she instantly felt cold. She locked a hand with Asa and the two of them stepped forward with their bare feet on smooth glossy crystalline floors.
The jungle...
Bae swatted at insects as big as her hand, and cursed with every thorny bramble that poked into her uniform. Her hands were covered in cuts, bleeding lightly as she moved onward.
Her boots were caked in mud, only accumulating more of it with each heavy step she took. She held the rifle aloft with her right hand, scanning with the tricorder in her left, hoping to not run into any more large predators.
The heat was getting to her, and the rain was nonstop. Around her boots were small mini-rivers of water rushing around the soles, and above was a canopy shedding the deluge like an outdoor shower.
Hot, soaked, frustrated, Bae continued on as the irritation settled in. "I could be back on the ship right now laid back with a nice scotch in hand, dry and relaxed." Bae used the rifle to start moving ferns out of the way. "But no. Bae do this, Bae do that, Bae go on this perilous away mission and almost get your friends killed."
Bae paused for a moment, taking in a deep breath. She remembered there were others relying on her and that she was the only one who could track them down and bring them home to the big black ship orbiting the planet.
"You know what?" Bae asked herself, "this doesn't suck enough! Make it rain some more! Throw in some lightning! Maybe even send that big jackass from earlier my way and I'll crank this bad boy up until it's shooting like a photon torpedo."
With a couple stiff slaps to her cheeks and a shake of her head, Bae felt energized and reinvigorated. She started up the muddy hill, following the signal to the gravcycle. She stopped at the edge of the clearing and crouched in the brush, looking through the optic to see three outlines.
The Matu were still present, scavenging anything they could. She saw they had the other rifles, and they were milling around the gravcycle curiously. Naturally, Bae did what any highly trained Starfleet officer would do.
She charged right in, guns blazing.
The phaser rifle shot out bursts of amber-colored energy that landed around the Matu and shot chunks of dirt into the air. The Matu panicked and threw their spears, but Bae dodged and set the rifle to stun. She fired at each in rapid succession, hitting each one and dropping them in a fit like they were having a seizure.
Bae gathered the rifles and stuffed them into the cargo bags, then pulled the gravcycle upright to start it. She whipped it around the clearing, scanning for anything that might be sensitive or valuable to Starfleet, then zipped down the hill to the crash site to find it empty.
The runabout was crumpled up horribly with a window popped out of its frame. Bae looked around, then scanned to be doubly sure nothing dangerous still lurked nearby. She crawled into the ruined craft to flip open a box on the console, one that ran on a separate energy source.
With the press of a few buttons she set the program. "Self destruct sequence activated," the computer said. The cracked screen began counting down from five minutes, and Bae crawled back out, retrieving a medkit and field rations along the way.
Back on the gravcycle, Bae sped away and only looked back when she heard the explosion. Dirt and ash rained down, and a fireball shot up into the sky. Back up the hill, long range scanners activated, Bae began her search for the others.
The Matu palace...
Kazuha and Asa both crawled up between the spread black legs of a very tall Matu lounging in place on a circular cushion. They smiled, giggling together as they laid their hands on the abnormally big cock. It was forearm-length, floppy, and a sack with one massive pulsating ball inside it jostled around beneath the shaft.
Beside them, Momo was going to town with her tongue and hands working a long black Matu cock. Behind her another positioned himself, and Momo spread her legs as fat black dick penetrated her soaking cunt. She let out a moan, rolling her eyes back with her throat stuffed full of cock.
Wonyoung put her thick lips to work on two Matu cocks, the heads pressed together in her mouth as she sucked on them. Her hands stroked their shafts, and a third Matu gripped her hips from behind. Wonyoung let out a muffled squealing as her tight hole was stretched.
Chaewon had jumped straight in and was already triple penetrated. She had a big black cock in her throat that bulged widely, another Matu pinned under her with their cock pulsing deep inside her pussy, and a third that ravaged her ass with heavy thrusts.
"That's it, get your mouth on it," Kazuha teased Asa, watching closely as Asa slipped the head into her mouth and gave it several slow sucks before passing it to Kazuha. Feeling competitive, Kazuha prepared herself and relaxed her jaw, taking it in deeply.
"What the hell!" Asa exclaimed with a gasp. Kazuha had buried the long dick in her throat, forcing even more down until she couldn't breathe and had to let it flop from her heaving mouth.
Momo started to work back her tight body back and forth, her big tits dangling under her as she did so. She rocked forward, sucking in black cock until her throat bulged, then pressed her hips backward until her abs were bulging.
Wonyoung's screams echoed through the oval-shaped chamber, bouncing off the high ceiling and mixing with the chorus of moans from other women. The Matu behind her grabbed her little tits, squeezing them, then her throat. She felt helpless with the Betazoid half of her mind going absolutely insane.
Her screams were cut off by a black cock slapping the side of her face with force. The head jammed against her thick, glossy lips, forcing its way inside until she parted them and felt it heading straight for the back of her throat.
Wonyoung began to gag, prompting her to slap at the Matu's thighs weakly. She felt a hand coiling around her neck, choking her until her cheeks flushed red.
Chaewon gasped as a waterfall of spit ran down her chin and neck. She moaned deeply, her hips bucking against two sets of black hips, desperately trying to get all the cock she could into her holes.
She'd had nothing but imaginary holodeck cock for weeks and feeling something real inside her sent her over the edge. She loved the feeling of their pulsing, the way their shafts engorged themselves, and how every thrust deep inside her had no safety protocols to stop it.
She threw her head back, moaning deeply as they pounded her pussy and ass. Her small, pale form sandwiched between them, drenched in their beading sweat.
Momo double-fisted two massive black cocks, stroking one while she sucked on the other. Her body jolted forward with every hard thrust, making her eyes temporarily cross inward as she alternated between them.
The Matu behind Momo drove into her with force, the thick shaft stretching her cunt to its limits. Her fingers wrapped around the second cock she'd been stroking, and she pulled it to her mouth alongside the one she was already sucking.
She gagged hard, taking both heads past her lips until her cheeks bulged obscenely. Her tongue writhed between them, tasting the oozing precum that spilled from the heads. Behind her, the Matu's ballsack slapped against her clit with every thrust, the single massive orb jostling with each impact.
Kazuha watched Momo with wide eyes, then turned back to the cock Asa had passed her. She smirked, wiping spit from her chin. "My turn again?" she giggled. She positioned herself between the Matu's legs, taking the floppy length in both hands to stroke it hard.
She licked a long black cock across the underside from base to tip, then swirled her tongue around the head. The Matu let out a low groan and she felt their fingers running through her hair.
Asa leaned in close, her hot breath on Kazuha's cheek. "Don't choke this time," she teased. Asa felt the pressure of a cockhead against her pussy lips, and she arched her back, pushing against it. The Matu slid inside her in one smooth motion, stretching her around the thick shaft. Asa gasped, her hands gripping Kazuha's shoulders for support as the alien began to fuck her with long, deep strokes.
Kazuha grinned and took the cock into her mouth again, this time pacing herself. She worked her way down inch by inch, letting her throat relax around the throbbing girth. She held it there for a moment, feeling the pulse of the pronounced veins through the shaft against her tongue, then pulled back with a wet pop.
Asa could only moan, her eyes fluttering as the Matu behind her picked up the pace. She felt the black cock stretching her walls, hitting spots that made her legs tremble and toes curl.
Chaewon was lost in a haze of sensation. The Matu in her throat gripped her head, and now the head bumped against the back of her throat with every thrust, making her gag hard. The two behind her moved in perfect sync, one buried in her pussy, the other in her ass.
Their large hands roamed her body, squeezing her small breasts, pinching her nipples, slapping at her ass hard enough to leave bruises. She didn't care, she wanted them to use her, to fill every hole until she couldn't think straight.
Her orgasm built slowly, back dipping inward, body going rigid. She let out a deep muffled scream around the cock in her mouth as her pussy and ass both clamped down on the black cocks inside her. The Matu beneath her grunted, releasing hot, thick ropes of cum into her cunt.
Wonyoung's Betazoid half was in full effect now. She could feel the emotions of everyone in the room. The raw lust, the hunger, the satisfaction, all coalescing together. It overwhelmed her senses, amplifying every touch to the point she felt she would cum at any moment.
The Matu choking her released their grip, and she gasped for air, only to have another cock shoved into her mouth. She sucked desperately, her mind spinning with telepathic waves of pleasure from Chaewon, Momo, Asa, and Kazuha.
Wonyoung felt a wave of warmth wash over her as her eyes released tears due to the brutal throating she was receiving. She moaned around the cock in her mouth, her hips bucking back against the black cock fucking her from behind. Her orgasm hit unexpectedly, an eruption of pleasure that made her scream into the shaft stuffing her throat.
Momo lay on her back, one cock deep in her pussy while she held the other to her lips, licking and sucking the head as it pulsed against her tongue. The Matu above her thrust into her cunt with long, deep strokes, dark hands gripping her thighs and spreading them wider. She looked up at him, her eyes rolling, smiling like the horny slut she was.
Black hips slammed into her, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the chamber. Momo's moans became incoherent as she felt her orgasm building. She grabbed the cock in her hand and shoved it into her mouth, taking it deep until her nose pressed against their pelvis. She held there, letting him feel her throat contract around him, then pulled back.
Asa and Kazuha exchanged a deep kiss, their tongues tasting big black Matu cock on each other lips. Asa was on her hands and knees, a Matu fucking her from behind wildly while Kazuha offered her cunt to Asa's mouth. Asa licked and sucked at Kazuha's clit while the Matu pounded into her with their balls slapping against her thighs. Kazuha moaned, her fingers tangled in Asa's hair, brushing back her bobcut gently.
The air grew thick with the smell of sex and sweat. The rising chorus of moans, grunts, and wet sounds filled the oval chamber. Chaewon had been flipped onto her stomach, a Matu plowing her pussy while another knelt by her head, offering their cock for her to suck. She took it eagerly, her hands gripping dark thighs as she bobbed her head.
Wonyoung was now sandwiched between two Matu, one in her cunt and one in her ass. She'd never been stretched or fucked in the ass before, but she knew this wasn't going to be the last time.
Her Betazoid senses were flooded with the emotions of the aliens. Their thoughts were raw, uncaring, all they wanted to do was pump her full of their sperm and send her away for the next taker. For a moment, Wonyoung didn't want anything else. She wanted to be passed around, to be used and abused, left covered in cum and panting.
Momo came again, her back arching off the cushion as she screamed into the chamber. The Matu above her groaned, their cock shooting into her pussy with a thick flood of hot nut. Momo felt it filling her, dripping down across her ass as her eyes rolled back fully.
One by one, the Matu reached their climaxes. The chamber filled with the sounds of deep, resonant groans and the wet slapping of hips pumping until holes were filled with cum. Kazuha came with her abs tightening and a deep moan, her hips grinding against Asa's mouth. Asa followed soon after, her body trembling as the Matu behind her emptied himself into her cunt.
Chaewon was last. She had three Matu working her now, one in each hole, pumping away like they didn't care about anything else. She was beyond thoughts, her mind blank and dumb.
When the Matu in her pussy finally came, she felt the seed pumping into her, and the one in her ass followed soon after. The one in her throat pulled out, spraying her face with sticky ropes that glued her eyes shut.
She collapsed onto the cushion, panting, covered in sweat and cum. The others lay around her, similarly spent. The Matu withdrew slowly, their massive cocks softening, leaving the breeding chamber one after another.
Wonyoung lay on her back, staring up at the high ceiling of the oval chamber. She reached out and grabbed Momo's hand, smiling softly as Momo pulled her in to cuddle tightly.
Kazuha propped herself up on her elbows, looking around at the Matu who were now lounging, their cocks still glistening. "Maybe this planet isn't such a shithole after all," she said.
Chaewon just moaned in agreement, too exhausted to speak. The five of them lay there, tangled together, the sounds of their heavy breathing slowly returning to normal.
About a half hour passed when there was a sudden panic among the Matu. An explosion in the distance could be heard, and then the spine tingling roar of a large predator.
There was a lot of shouting going on outside, followed by a whirring noise. The five Starfleet officers pulled their uniforms on just in time as the chamber doors exploded open, one of them falling off the hinges.
Bae had arrived, using the rifle to stun anything and everything not in a Starfleet uniform. "Get on!" Bae called. Together, they piled onto the gravcycle, weighing it down as they grabbed hold of whatever they could to maintain their balance.
Bae steered it back out of the palace, narrowly dodging a set of snapping teeth that nearly grabbed Wonyoung by the head. "I felt it, I felt its teeth in my hair!" Wonyoung shouted, wrapping her arms around Bae's waist from the side.
Asa and Kazuha looked back for a brief moment. The dinosaur, standing at least ten meters tall and thirty meters long, flung a Matu body carelessly from its jaws and whirled around.
It let out a triumphant roar as the Matu fled from the palace. Some were attempting to fight it, but more dinosaurs were coming through the broken gate, causing them to turn and run as well.
"Where are we going?" Chaewon asked Bae as soon as she'd cleared the village walls.
"To the runabout you arrived in, I located it not far from here," Bae said back to her. "And then we're getting off this hellhole!"
They sped along and came to a stop at a dented runabout, undoubtedly attacked by the same aggressive dinosaurs as the other one. Bae parked the gravcycle inside and shut the doors, making sure everyone was safe and secure inside.
Chaewon took the helm and started the ascent upward without issue, slowly breaching through the atmosphere and back into space. "Captain Yu is going to be so pissed off about the other runabout," Bae said, her head resting back against the chair, eyes looking up at the ceiling.
"You did what you had to, don't worry about it." Chaewon shifted in her seat, feeling the cum oozing out of her holes. Behind her, Asa and Kazuha both coughed occasionally, holding hands the entire way up. Momo found herself unzipping her uniform to show her cleavage, and Wonyoung kept licking her lips repeatedly.
In the ready room...
Karina inhaled deeply and set her palms on the table, leaning over it. Bae looked around at her fellow officers, suddenly feeling like the loss of a runabout wasn't so bad after listening to their reports.
"I have no words." Karina's lips tightened and she sat down in her chair, covering her face with her hands. "We failed to pick up lifeforms on that planet, the away team gets captured by a non-warp primitive society, used as... Ugh." Karina rubbed her forehead.
"The Prime Directive is the one rule we must never break," she said, "and we didn't just break it down there, we broke it by bending over and letting it fuck both of our away teams." Karina looked absolutely livid, and Chaewon found herself trying to look as small as she possibly could.
"Nakamura, Enami, you're both on leave until two days from now at eighteen hundred hours. Chief Myoi will conduct post-mission debriefings." Karina looked at them, then waved her hand to dismiss both. "Miss Hirai, you aren't a member of my crew, but I'm to understand you're Captain Park's first officer."
"Yes, captain," Momo said meekly, standing up at attention to at least muster up some sort of professional image. "I apologize, captain," she continued.
"Captain Park will determine what to do with you. Miss Yontararak is waiting to beam you over on transporter pad one, go see her." Karina dismissed her, leaving only Bae and Chaewon in the room with her.
"Commander," Karina said, turning her chair to stare a hole right into the side of Chaewon's head. "You'll be taking care of maintenance on the automated Jefferies Tube cleaners for the next three months. Daily maintenance." Karina continued staring as Chaewon nodded.
"Yes, captain," Chaewon said.
"Miss Hwang will sign off on your daily logs."
"Of course, captain."
"And if Chief Hwang finds anything else for you to do, she has been given authority that supersedes your rank while in engineering. And order from Hwang is an order from myself."
"Understood, captain."
"Nu uh," Karina said as Chaewon stood up to leave. "One last thing."
Karina faced Bae, who was at the opposite end of the table from her. "Specialist, if it hadn't been for you cleaning up this mess they'd probably all still be down there getting their brains scrambled by big black cocks." Karina stood up, straightening her purple captain's shirt.
"I'd like to formally acknowledge you for your outstanding service. You've willingly served aboard the Black Mamba and the Venom interchangeably as needs demand, and done it without complaint." Karina pulled a datapad from the table and walked toward her.
Bae stood up and Karina presented it to her. "For your efforts, I've recommended you be awarded the Starfleet Medal of Gallantry, though I have made a case for it to be elevated to Medal of Valor."
Bae strolled out of the ready room moments later, head held high, practically strutting as she passed Miyeon and the others on the bridge. "Specialist," Miyeon said with a nod. Bae nodded back and stepped into the turbolift.
Karina, followed by Chaewon, entered the bridge. "We'll be here for a couple more days. Command wants us to wait for the ion storm to settle and see how much damage we caused." Karina sighed, taking a seat in her chair.
"Not as much damage as Winter took when I spanked her at racquetball earlier," Ryujin said from the helm.
Winter, tight-lipped and serious, turned to look at Karina. "Miss Shin," Karina said, prompting Yuna to call out "yes, captain?" from behind her.
"Ryujin." Karina rubbed her forehead, she had forgotten there were two Shin's on the bridge. "Keep us in a synchronized orbit, any gaps in that storm should be taken advantage of with scans."
"Aye, captain!" Ryujin said.
"Miss Kim, come with me." Karina said. Winter stuck her tongue out at Ryujin as she got up and followed Karina to the turbolift.
"Miss Cho, you have the bridge."
Miyeon nodded, watching Karina and Winter leave. Miyeon turned to Chaewon sitting in the commander's chair. "Perhaps you should go and rest, commander," Miyeon said.
Chaewon's eyes lit up, a slight smile on her face. "Can I?" she asked. Miyeon nodded, and Chaewon didn't press further, leaving to head to her quarters.
Miyeon sat back in the captain's chair, crossing her legs and lacing her fingers together across her fit stomach. The clicking and beeping of keys, the occasional verbal communication between officers, the steady hum of the ship, everything was just how she liked it.
Many decks below, Asa and Kazuha were locked together against a wall in Asa's densely decorated room full of plants. Their hands groping each other, lips kissing, tongues smashing.
"We should check out my holodeck program," Kazuha said between heavy breaths and deep kisses. Asa gripped her hand and squeezed, pulling her to the door.
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