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"No way! Really?!" she asks, blinking as if she’s just discovered that water is wet. It’s a mystery to you how someone who works in advertising can be so good at ignoring the obvious. How can a person sell ideas to the world but not see the truckload of debt two feet away?

"Of course! What did you think was going to happen? That it would rain gold? That the landlord would knock on the door and say, 'Hey folks, there was a mistake, rent’s free this month!'?"

"Well... actually, I had an idea, but I don’t know if you’ll like it..." She bites her lip, hesitant.

"What is it?" you ask, knowing at this point you'd consider selling lemonade on the corner just to avoid being evicted from the apartment.

"Ah, forget it. It’s stupid," she replies, looking down.

You sigh.

The apartment seems to be shrinking. Not that it was big to begin with. The concept of 'open plan' here is more like 'we don't have doors because they wouldn't fit'. Anyway, sitting on the couch, you two look like a couple of idiots adrift, not knowing how to solve life's problems. Not that there’s much to be done in situations like this. Rent in the capital, you already know, is controlled by half a dozen real estate conglomerates that basically play Monopoly with people’s lives. They hold prices at absurd levels because they can. They buy everything, dominate everything. To these corporate entities, it's all a matter of perspective. Their perspective, of course. The perspective of those who think it’s perfectly reasonable to charge the price of a private jet for the rent of a shoebox. And, honestly, you're starting to think that living under a bridge might be a more viable option.

Certainly, the rent would be cheaper there.

"I think it’s over. We’ll pay this month’s rent and use our savings to pay the termination fee," you say with the calmness of someone about to sell their soul.

"Do you know how much the penalty is?"

"Well… damn, if I remember right, it’s about three months’ rent. I’m not sure we have that kind of money..."

Eunbi lowers her gaze.

"It’s all my fault... I’m sorry. I ruined everything."

You move closer to her.

"Hey, hey," you say, trying to stay calm. "It’s not your fault, okay? Don’t blame yourself for this. It’s your boss’s fault, those damned budget cuts, and that whole goddamn advertising industry. It’s oversaturated! Everyone’s in advertising now. Everyone’s freelancing social media, designing logos, writing slogans… it feels like every five minutes, a new 'digital marketing expert' is born."

She picks up her phone again, as if the simple act of checking emails might summon answers from the beyond.

"Nothing," she says. "Not a single response. I must’ve sent my resume to about ten different companies. And nothing!"

"This could take some time," you admit. "The problem is, we don’t have time. It might take a month, two, three... and I won’t be able to pay all the bills on my own."

That was it. The hard reality. When you finally thought you had escaped the parental leash, life dragged you right back. All because of a damned budget cut.

"We could take out a loan," Eunbi suggests, as if she’s proposing to throw gasoline on a fire.

"Pay off one debt by creating an even bigger one... not sure that’s very smart. Have you tried unemployment benefits?" you ask.

Eunbi shoots you a look that could fry bacon from a distance.

"You think I haven’t tried?" she snaps, crossing her arms. "Of course I tried. But I’m not eligible."

"What do you mean you’re not eligible?" you ask, already sensing that the answer is going to be one of those low blows life likes to deliver. The kind of gut punch you’ve grown numb to.

"It’s simple," she starts, in a tone that already makes you nervous because when Eunbi starts with ‘it’s simple,’ it usually isn’t. "I was an independent contractor at the agency. I issued invoices like I was running a damn company. Which means, officially, I was never their employee."

"But you worked there every day!"

"Yeah, but technically I was a 'service provider.' Which, in the wonderful world of advertising, means you do everything an employee does, except you don’t get any of the rights."

"So… no unemployment for service providers?"

"Exactly." She lets out an exasperated sigh. "And before you ask, yes, I tried to appeal, but apparently, in the corporate world, making someone work 12-hour days as a 'freelancer' doesn’t count as exploitation, it’s just… 'flexibility.'"

You sit in silence, trying to digest the mountain of absurdities. How did things get to this point? Oh, right. Capitalism doing its fine job of eroding any sense of security or social justice.

"Okay, so no unemployment benefits. The only solution now is for each of us to move back in with our parents."

"No! I don’t want to go back to my parents’ house!!"

You know how true that is. Hell, you don’t want to go back to your parents' house either. Their passive-aggressive hints that 'working' would involve wearing a suit and tie at dinner are something that comes to mind effortlessly.

"What was that idea of yours?" you ask.

"What idea?"

"Well, you said you had a solution. What was it?"

"Err... it’s not a good idea."

"For Christ’s sake, Eunbi, we need to try anything. Just tell me!"

She hesitates, which already makes you nervous.

"I was thinking of recording some online content… just until I find a new job."

You gulp.

"You mean makeup tutorials, right?"

"No… I’m talking about that kind of content."

You sit in silence.

Anything but that.

But… strictly speaking, Eunbi has the kind of body that would make anyone pay to see whatever she was doing.

But no. Definitely not.

"Have you lost your mind?! You want to prostitute yourself online?"

"Hey, it’s not prostitution!" she retorts.

"Why wouldn’t it be?"

"Well… hmm… no one would be with me… I’d be doing it alone."

"That doesn’t matter. Any form of selling your body as an object is prostitution. Physical or virtual!"

"You’re talking like it’s a crime!" she exclaims, already growing impatient. "I have a right to my own body. If I do it willingly, it’s female empowerment!"

"Oh, really? And where’d you learn that, watching Poor Things?"

"Ugh! I hate when you do that!" Eunbi explodes, getting up from the couch. "You treat me like I’m stupid! I just answered your question, you jerk!"

She turns and goes to the bedroom, slamming the door behind her. And there you are, alone on the couch, realizing you really screwed up.

—

You knock hesitantly on Eunbi’s bedroom door. Luckily, Eunbi was angry enough to forget to lock the door. You step in slowly, with the lightness of someone who knows they messed up. The room is dimly lit, the bedside lamp flickering—because of course, even the bulb is on the brink of failure—the LED strips spread across the ceiling now seem to say: look how modern we are, even though we can’t afford rent.

Eunbi is face-down on the pillow, a true millennial icon of melancholy. You sit on the edge of the bed, feeling that slight sink into the mattress.

"Hey..." you try, with the softness of someone expecting a verbal bullet.

"Leave me alone!" Her voice comes out muffled, the pillow now the spokesperson for her anger.

"I know, I know. I was a jerk. I’m sorry, okay?" you say, already adopting that tone of regret that anyone learns in the crash course of relationships. You run your hand through your hair, an automatic gesture, more to hide your awkwardness than anything else.

"I don’t want to talk about it anymore. I hate my life!"

Ah, the classic.

And the truth is, you hate your life too. Because, let’s be honest, you didn’t spend years studying Interactive Design with a Focus on UX/UI (whatever that means anymore) for this. You thought you’d be working on revolutionary projects, changing the digital experience of millions of people, but no... you ended up working from home, developing websites for obscure veterinary clinics and juice bars that swear 'detox is the future.'

“Eunbi, you know I care about you. And I know you were just trying to help. But making that kind of content… it’s way too much exposure.”

She pulls the pillow off her face, revealing red, swollen eyes, the kind that tugs at your heart. Because, damn, you’ve been in this together for four years now.

And honestly, you’re just as lost as she is.

“I don’t want to go back to my parents’ house…” She repeats, like a horror mantra. And you get it. Because if she goes back home, she’ll have to endure endless criticism from her conservative parents, as if the recession were her fault. And if you go back, well, your parents still have your old room ready, along with their endearing way of pointing out all your mistakes.

“We could make it seem like things aren’t as bad as they really are, and then borrow money from our parents,” you suggest, knowing full well those words are more bitter than the chamomile tea from last night that you pretended to enjoy.

“If I borrow money from my parents, I’ll have to pay it back with them throwing it in my face for the rest of time. ‘Oh, remember that money, sweetie?’” She rolls her eyes. “Damn it, I just wanted to handle this on my own... like an adult.”

You try to smile, even though the whole adulting thing has proven to be the greatest marketing scam in human history. “We’re in the same boat. We’ll figure it out together, okay?”

She smiles a little, and you feel a tiny sense of relief. One of those micro-moments of peace that makes you forget for a second that life is basically a series of bills and disappointments.

“Of course,” she replies, and you take the moment to open your arms. She cuddles into you, like she always has, like a friend.

Your best friend.

“Look, if you really want to go through with that idea, I won’t judge,” you say, still trying to balance pragmatism with moral panic. “But... it’s a lot of exposure. And your parents will find out, you know they will. Parents always do. So, what’s the point? Better to ask for money and listen to some lectures than... well, than get caught filming.”

She lifts her head from your shoulder, giving you a look that says: you’re dumber than I thought.

“You think I’d show my face?” She asks, with a calmness that completely disarms you.

“Uh... I don’t know.”

“Of course not! It’d be anonymous, obviously.”

“Oh, I hadn’t thought of that…” you admit, feeling a bit dizzy from the twist.

Well, sure, it makes sense.

In theory.

But in practice...

Damn, all of this is making you nauseous.

She adjusts herself on the bed, as if the weight of the conversation isn’t as heavy as it actually is. “Obviously, it’d be temporary, until I find another job. How could I get a normal job if my videos were exposed? We live in a patriarchal society, I’d be crucified for it.”

“Right. But seriously, are you sure?”

She hesitates, which is answer enough.

“No, but... what other choice do we have?”

“We could borrow money from our friends,” you suggest, with a tone of hope that’s been dying for a few hours now.

“Oh, sure! Let’s owe all our friends! How fun it’ll be when they invite us out, and surprise, they’re all there, and we owe every single one of them. What a delightful situation, huh?”

That hit you. Dead on. You’d rather owe a bank than face the judgmental looks from friends you bowled with two months ago.

“So, how exactly would this content thing work...?” you ask, reluctantly.

“I’d create a Twitter account, promote my OnlyFans, and maybe upload a few videos to PornHub... they monetize, right?”

“And you think I’d know that?!” you exclaim, genuinely offended. “But, uh… yeah, I think they have ads…” She looks at you with that mischievous grin. “Oh, great. I know what you're thinking right now!”

Your embarrassment amuses her a little, and you hear the first giggle of the day.

“By the way, you still have that camera of yours, right?”

“I do... but wait… Look, Eunbi, let’s keep this as the last option. Let’s try something else first. You can take on any odd job... Maybe try something temporary, like washing dishes, I don’t know.”

"Washing dishes?” She groans. “Please, just kill me already.”

“Okay, another job then. But making content stays as the last option, right?”

She huffs, but agrees.

“This phase will pass,” you say, as if you just read a motivational quote on a wooden picture frame.

“Yeah, you’re right,” she responds, which isn’t exactly a vote of confidence, but you’ll take it.

“Come here,” you say, pulling her into another hug, which she accepts without hesitation. “You know you’re my best friend.”

“Of course! It’s been four years living together, hasn’t it?”

“Time flies,” you murmur, and the moment could almost seem cute if not for the whole previous conversation.

“Oh, by the way, I just wanted to say that I read the book Poor Things before watching the adaptation, okay? This time your presumption failed,” she says with a victorious smile.

“Oh, I didn’t know there was a book.”

“Of course you didn’t.”

“I’m really sorry. Will you forgive me?”

“Obviously. We’re in this together, after all.”

“Yeah, we are.”

—

Four days have passed. To your surprise, Eunbi got a job. Making sandwiches at a fast-food place in the mall. It was like a nightmare had ended quicker than a three-second countdown. But reality, as always, refuses to make things easier.

You’re in your room, working miserably when Eunbi arrives. From the way the door closes, something’s off, something you’d like to ignore, but you can’t. You get up, lazily, and head to the living room. There’s Eunbi, looking so angry she could make a cow stop chewing.

“What happened?” you ask, scratching your head as if that would help you understand what’s going on in her mind. “Where’s your uniform?”

“I quit!”

“You got fired?!”

“I QUIT!” She emphasizes, annoyed.

Maybe you were too naïve. Or maybe you were holding onto the last bit of hope like a shipwrecked sailor clinging to a piece of driftwood. It was clear Eunbi wasn’t exactly employee-of-the-month material at a place where every second of your time is monitored.

“What happened?” you ask, already bracing yourself for a terrifying story.

“I threw a sandwich at my supervisor,” Eunbi starts, with the voice of someone who knows it only seemed reasonable at the time. “And no, it wasn’t just any sandwich. It was the special one with three types of sauce.”

“Why? What did he do?"

“He yelled at me. And I’m not talking about a ‘Hey, Eunbi, could you pay more attention?!’ I’m talking about a ‘YOU FORGOT THE DAMN PICKLES AGAIN!'”

“Pickles? Seriously? All this drama over a vegetable?”

Eunbi sighs, collapsing onto the couch like it’s a martyr’s throne.

“Look, I know I made some mistakes. Maybe I forgot the pickles. Or put onions where they didn’t belong. Or made a vegetarian sandwich with bacon. The point is... there are so many orders! There’s the no onions, but extra pickles, the no pickles, but extra onions, the with cheese, but with- how about you go fuck yourself and order the sandwich the way it’s listed on the menu!!?? ... Eventually, your brain turns into a salad, and all you want to do is throw everything in the air and run off to a monastery.”

It’s hard, but you try to hold back your laughter because she’s as mad as a lioness, and well, you don’t want Eunbi throwing things at you too.

“So, the supervisor yelled, and you…?”

“I grabbed the closest sandwich and threw it at him. It wasn’t my fault the sandwich was perfectly made and had the right weight for a rage attack.”

“And then you quit?”

“No, I crossed my arms, looked him in the eye like I was the star of a movie, and said: ‘I quit.’ Just like that. With class.”

“With class and mayonnaise in the air.” You nod.

“But that’s not the worst part,” she continues, shaking her head. “Before the sandwich drama, I went to the storeroom to grab more mustard, and I overheard the supervisor talking to the manager. They were badmouthing me behind my back. They said I was a walking disaster, that I wouldn’t last a week. Bastards! I was within my rights to assault him.”

“it was the duty of these motherfuckers to train you, not mock you in secret."

"But that's not the worst part," she continues, shaking her head. "Before the sandwich drama, I went to grab more mustard from the pantry and overheard the supervisor talking to the manager. They were bad-mouthing me behind my back. Said I was a walking disaster, that I wouldn't last a week. Bastards! I had every right to throw it at him."

"Alright, maybe you were justified in throwing the sandwich," you admit, a quiet anger building inside you.

"Oh, and don't even think about going to the bathroom during your shift, because apparently peeing is a privilege reserved for the elite. I spent the whole afternoon holding it in, almost had to pee in an empty bottle."

You rub your face, trying to process the insanity.

"It's inhumane. No wonder you snapped."

"Snapped? That's putting it mildly. And now... Oh, forget it! I don't want to think about it anymore."

"So what are you going to do?" you ask, already knowing the answer is coming like a runaway train.

"Oh, don't worry, honey," she says, standing up with the sudden determination only impulsiveness can bring. "I've already decided. Fuck it all! Seriously, fuck everything! I'm not going to humiliate myself for a few bucks! I'm done. You know what I'm gonna do!" Her declaration echoes through the room like a manifesto from a new revolutionary who has just realized the fight is against the system.

And the response will be a moral transgression.

You open your mouth, but the words get stuck, drowned in a mix of surprise and, let's admit it:

A certain sense of inevitability.

—

"Hey, I set up the last account," Eunbi says, walking into the room.

You slowly swivel the chair around, giving her that skeptical look, like someone who's seen natural disasters start in subtler ways.

"Alright. So, hmm, do you know what you're going to post?"

"I’ve been thinking about some photos... and maybe a few provocative videos." She pauses dramatically, as if she’s about to announce something revolutionary. "Oh, and I was thinking of buying a dildo!"

You laugh. Not a small chuckle, but a full-on belly laugh, the kind you see in slapstick comedy. The chair even creaks a little with the movement.

"Hey, what's so funny, you idiot? This is serious! Ugh! You're so immature..."

"Sorry, sorry!" you say between stifled laughs. "It's just... the idea of investing in a dildo as a work tool sounds... hilarious. Like, absurd even."

"And now you're not taking this seriously. We need to make this work immediately."

You pull yourself together, calming your breathing.

"Okay, okay, I can't believe I'm saying this, but... I did some research. On this... porn world. To save you a bit of trouble."

She raises an eyebrow.

"Really? I was about to do that myself. Tell me everything!" She sits on the bed, like she's about to listen to a fascinating lecture. Definitely not the kind of thing anyone imagines discussing casually on a Tuesday night.

"Right. Well, it seems like in recent years the... amateur video industry has grown exponentially. It’s always one of the top-searched categories on PornHub. It’s tied to the rise of platforms like OnlyFans. People are more and more into... you know, homemade content. And there's the whole issue about how the traditional porn industry is, let’s say, exploitative."

Eunbi nods, with the expression of someone who, against all odds, is absorbing this impromptu lesson on the ethics of pornography.

"I get it... So people are becoming more aware?"

"Basically. People want... well, ‘guilt-free pleasure’."

"That's good for us, right?"

"In a way, yeah. And, oh, another thing... In this amateur universe, people really like watching real couples."

"Real couples?" The way she repeats it makes everything worse.

And, honestly, you swear you saw a little spark light up in her eyes. The kind of spark that, in the normal world, indicates something very, very stupid is about to be said.

"Yeah," you say, a bit distracted, focusing on the cup of tea in your hand, as if it holds all the answers to your problems. "People like seeing... authenticity, you know? Real couples. Doing, well, real things."

She's quiet for a few seconds. Long enough for you to feel a slight wave of relief.

"So..." She starts, and just from the tone, you already know the sentence is going to end badly. "Why don't we try?"

You freeze, the tea suddenly as interesting as a rock on the street.

"Try what?" Because, of course, asking is always a good way to buy time.

"Doing it together. Filming us. That’s authentic, right?"

For a moment, you wonder if Eunbi inhaled some toxic gas while making sandwiches, because the suggestion is as unexpected as a hippo appearing in the middle of the room to offer financial advice.

You two?

Having sex?

FILMING?!

"You want... to make videos of the two of us... together?" The word "together" seems to explode in the air like a balloon filled with absurd thoughts. Because, as far as you remember, your relationship with Eunbi was firmly planted in the territory of ‘friendship with clear and respected boundaries.’ Like a Platonic Friendship Treaty. And now, suddenly, she wants to tear that treaty into a thousand pieces and throw it out the window.

She looks at you with the seriousness of someone discussing the logistics of a military invasion. "Yes. Look, if we want this to work, we need something big. How many girls are already filming videos with dildos? That gets boring fast. People want something real, exciting. And, well... I think we have that chemistry."

Chemistry. Oh yes, because what every healthy relationship lacks is a good dose of ‘explicit chemistry filmed and made public.’

"Wait, wait, you think this is a good idea? Us? Having sex? Filming it?"

She raises her eyebrows, like you’ve just suggested she doesn’t know the capital of France.

"And you think I'd do this with just anyone? I feel comfortable with you. I feel safe."

So, apparently, when someone says they feel safe with you, the next natural step is to enter a collaborative venture... involving sex and cameras.

What part of the friendship manual did you miss?

"Eunbi... this could be... problematic. Like, really problematic. Aren't we risking... you know, our friendship?" You try appealing to reason. Or, at least, to some lingering common sense.

"Look, I know. But what if it’s what we need to make this work? I mean, what if this is the secret to growing quickly on the platforms?"

You think, hesitate, take another sip of tea — the tea now your only ally in this battle to preserve sanity. Because, frankly, the idea that two friends can jump straight from ‘want pizza?’ to ‘let's fuck and put it online’ is like skipping rehearsal and going straight to the grand finale of a musical.

"I just... I don't know if this will work. Like, what if everything goes wrong? What if... I don't know, things get weird between us? Have you thought about what happens afterward?"

She shrugs, which, honestly, is the most unsettling reaction you could imagine.

"And what if it doesn’t get weird? Maybe it’s just a phase. We do this, make some money, and that's it. Then we move on. Friendship temporarily upgraded to ‘friends with benefits.’ Simple."

Simple. Sure.

Like this is one of those adventures that ends with a cheerful ‘and they lived happily ever after,’ and not a disaster involving lawyers, therapists, Prozac, and embarrassing videos that never really disappear from the internet. But what can you say? After all, in Eunbi’s world, taking shortcuts always seems like the most efficient solution.

You're still processing it all, trying to decide if this is one of the craziest ideas you’ve ever heard or... well, no, it’s definitely the craziest.

"You're... serious?"

She nods.

"Yes. I trust you with this. I’d only trust you."

And there it is. The trust. That damn trust, that magical power that turns ridiculous situations into fucking tangible challenges.

"Okay," you say, the word slipping out before your brain can intervene. "We can try."

She smiles. Not the mischievous kind of smile you'd expect to see in a porn movie when the girl convinces her roommate to have sex, but something more innocent, like she’s just won a board game. "Great! And don't worry. I know you didn’t want to jump into anything without thinking it through. We’ll process the facts today, and tomorrow... well, tomorrow we'll do what we need to do."

You look at the tea, now lukewarm and tasteless, as if it could offer some emergency escape. But no. Because when it comes to insane plans, Eunbi always knows how to drag you along. And, apparently, straight into the depths of a peculiar and profitable niche market.

"Right... tomorrow, then," you say, trying not to think about what you just agreed to.

"Oh, and you can edit the video later. I’m terrible with those programs."

"How many taboos are we about to break with this?" you ask, desperately trying to inject some rationality into the conversation.

"We're definitely leveling up the friendship," Eunbi responds with a smirk.

"Eunbi... what if things get weird between us?"

"But... what if they don't?”

—

The tripod is set up. You, on the other hand, were still mentally disassembled. You’re about to shoot the kind of video people watch with the volume low and their finger hovering over the close tab button. The irony here is that while you were setting up the camera with the precision of a filmmaker, you couldn’t help but think that the universe had a pretty weird sense of humor. You bought the camera thinking of something artistic, and now here you are... one step away from directing your own debut in the home cinema rated for adults.

Eunbi sends a message.

I'm ready.

You take one last look in the mirror. A part of you is still trying to grasp the fact that getting dressed only to undress right after is a special kind of human foolishness.

You knock on Eunbi's bedroom door, camera balanced on the tripod.

“Come in,” she says.

And there she is. Sitting on the bed, casual, wearing a robe as if it were just an ordinary afternoon and you two were about to discuss what to order for delivery, not the starting point of a project that frankly seemed pulled straight out of a very poorly scripted adult comedy.

“So, did the photos turn out well?” you ask, trying to sound professional.

Or at least not completely lost.

“I think so,” she replies. “I took forty-six photos.”

“I suggest deleting the ones that are too similar and picking the best,” you advise, trying to maintain a technical tone.

“Yeah, sure,” she agrees.

“The camera's ready,” you say, placing the tripod on the floor.

“Why my room, anyway?” she asks, glancing around as if considering a set change mid-production.

“Well, it's visually more interesting than mine. Yours has color. Plushies. It helps grab attention. Mine is... just a room. With a normal bed. And normal walls. Pretty generic, you know?”

She lets out a short laugh, and you can’t help but feel a bit proud for at least managing to keep the humor intact.

“You're really becoming an adult film director.”

“If we’re going to do it, might as well do it right, right?” you reply, doing your best to pretend that makes sense.

“Hey, do you think someone could recognize my room?” she asks, suddenly serious.

You ponder the question for a moment, as if the logic of it really mattered at this point in the insanity. “Look, millions of porn videos are posted every day. Who besides your friends knows your room? It’s unlikely anyone will notice. And anyway, the focus isn’t going to be on the curtains, you know?”

“You’ve got a point,” she concedes, but the tension still lingers in the air.

“Sounds reasonable. Well, I guess we should get started,” she says, standing up to take off the robe, like someone about to jump into a cold pool, just wanting to get it over with.

You swallow hard. She takes off the robe all at once, revealing red lingerie that looks like it came straight from a things you never imagined seeing your roommate wear magazine. It’s one of those situations that make you question your entire life up until that point.

“Wow...” is all you can manage to say. Because, let’s be honest, sometimes your brain just decides complex words aren’t necessary.

“What do you think?” she asks, with a confidence that only makes your embarrassment worse.

“I think you know what I think, Eunbi,” you reply. Because, yeah, she knew. She was gorgeous. Everyone knew that—even the landlord, the vacuum of everyone’s joy, smiled when she opened the door (he always scowled at you). But Eunbi’s stunning beauty was never something you’d really articulated... at least not until now, when the context was as awkward as possible.

And then comes the final blow:

“What do you think about us kissing before we move on to the sex? Just to... get to know each other better.”

‘Get to know better’? It was like she was offering a cup of tea before harvesting your kidney. “Uh, yeah, sure,” you reply, even though your mind is screaming at you to reconsider every decision made so far.

You move closer, slowly. Your fingers find the soft curve of Eunbi’s waist, a light touch, almost as if asking for permission. Your lips, just millimeters from hers, hesitate for a fraction of a second. Then it happens.

Strangely... it’s good.

Too good, actually.

The kiss starts timidly, a simple brush of lips, but quickly grows, like a wave swelling, swallowing any trace of doubt. The softness of her lips is almost surreal, and you feel a spark that ignites something primal inside you, a desire that swells, pushing you to want more. Eunbi’s lips mold to yours, warm and wet, and you lose track of where one of you ends and the other begins.

For a moment, the weight of the situation disappears, swept away by the intensity of the kiss. It’s wrong, an invisible line you’re crossing, but the feeling is so undeniably good that your body refuses to acknowledge the mistake. The kiss deepens, your tongues meeting in a rhythm that soon feels natural, far too intimate for just friends. She sighs against your mouth, a soft sound, but one that vibrates in your chest, making every cell in your body respond.

Every time her lips move against yours, it’s like sinking further into the moment, an awareness that it may be impossible to go back. Her taste is intoxicating, the sweetness of gloss and the spice of desire, and you feel helpless to it.

A dangerous feeling.

And even knowing that, all you can think of is how good it feels. The kind of good that only makes things worse, because it makes you want more, and more is exactly what you shouldn’t want right now.

“That wasn’t so bad,” she says, with a small smile.

“Yeah, not bad,” you reply, still trying to process the fact that the line was crossed, and there’s no turning back now.

“Maybe this will work,” she says, and her smile widens.

“And now?” you ask, knowing very well the answer, but for some reason, wanting to hear it again, like you’re waiting for reality to change.

Or not change.

“Take off your clothes. Turn on the camera. Let’s just get this over with.”

The words hang in the air for a moment, and you find yourself obeying before you can think better of it.

Which had been a troubling trend lately.

Now here you are, taking off your shirt with the certainty that she’s watching you, as if you were rehearsing for an underwear runway, and Eunbi, with not the slightest trace of embarrassment, was the director, assessing the performance of the nervous model.

“And now?” you ask, more to fill the silence than out of any real need for guidance.

“Duh, now take off your pants!” Her pragmatism was, in a way, terrifying. She definitely didn’t seem like someone about to break down emotional barriers that most people would never consider, not even in their wildest fantasies.

“All right, I’m going to take off my pants now, okay?” you announce, as if that would somehow soften the inevitability of the situation.

“Please!” she responds with a sense of urgency that does nothing to ease your nerves.

The moment you unbutton your pants is punctuated by an incredibly uncomfortable thought: you’re already hard, outlined by your boxers, a sort of irrefutable proof that your body, unlike your mind, is completely onboard with the situation. You feel the heat rise to your cheeks—not exactly the kind of thing you wanted to draw attention to, but here you are.

You turn to Eunbi, and before you can process another thought, she takes the initiative.

“Come here.”

And of course, you obey. Well, it’s not like there was another option. She’s sitting on the bed, and as soon as you approach, her hand finds your erection. Your body’s reaction is immediate—a slight recoil, a signal that the line between ‘weird’ and ‘pleasurable’ was blurring.

“You can tell it’s pretty big,” she comments with a calmness that only adds another layer of absurdity to everything. And then, because of course she would, she squeezes your cock. “Damn, you’re already fully hard,” she adds with a giggle that the universe, in a perfect moment of irony, must have designed to make you feel even stranger.

“Err... it’s just the stimuli, you know? Natural reaction,” you try, in the vain hope that explaining biologically what was happening would relieve the tension.

It didn’t.

“Sure, absolutely,” she responds, already positioning her hand around your waist, pulling you closer. The other hand, of course, remains occupied holding your cock, because this is the world you now inhabit.

Eunbi starts kissing your abdomen, slow and wet, with a hypnotizing concentration. You feel her breath, the warm kisses, and when she inhales deeply, taking in your scent, a shiver runs down your spine.

“Eunbi...” you murmur, your voice a mix of excitement and confusion. “What the hell are you doing...?”

“Making you relax and get in the mood,” she replies.

Then she lightly squeezes your balls. Your abdomen tightens in response, your muscles tense where her lips still rest.

And of course, you're loving it. But who in their right mind would turn down this kind of attention from someone like Eunbi? And she knows it. Because soon, there's a small damp spot forming on your underwear, a clear sign of just how into it you are.

A sly smile appears on her lips, and without missing a beat, she moves her mouth to the damp spot, running her tongue over the fabric. Her tongue brushes the tip of your cock through your underwear, pushing you to a level of teasing that borders on unbearable.

"Fuck, you did it, Eunbi. I'm about to explode!" you blurt out, no longer even pretending to have control.

"I know," she replies with a giggle that leaves you completely at her mercy. "Turn on the camera, let's get started," she finishes, and the way she says it makes everything feel both ridiculously normal and extraordinarily wrong.

And you never thought you'd say this to her, but you do:

"A blowjob is the perfect way to start a scene," you say with fragile confidence. "Kneel down... please."

Without a word of hesitation, Eunbi grabs a pillow from the bed with the ease of someone who's done this before — or at least, seen it somewhere. She kneels with a calmness that's almost unsettling, as if preparing for meditation, except the meditation here involved a situation Buddha would likely struggle to bless.

As you adjust the camera, you catch yourself wondering if you'd ever explain this to someone if it came to light. 'Oh, yeah, you know, that day was just another ordinary day, framing the shot to make sure only the bottom half of Eunbi’s face was visible while she... well, you know.'

"Okay, I think it's good," you say, and then press record.

There's something about the subtle sound of the recording starting that shifts the mood. The lighting, the air's vibration — suddenly, it's as if the room is a stage, and you're the reluctant star of a very private show. You awkwardly pull off your underwear and step into the frame as if it's the most natural thing in the world.

Eunbi doesn't waste any time. As soon as you're in the camera's view, her hands reach for your cock with a startling familiarity, as if this were just another routine moment in an otherwise ordinary day. Her fingertips glide over your skin with the lightness of someone who knows exactly what they're doing, moving slowly, unhurried, as if savoring the anticipation just as much as you are.

She starts with kisses — soft, deliberate, paying homage to the side of your shaft. Each touch of her lips is warm and firm. Her path is meticulously calculated, covering each inch slowly, climbing a ladder of pleasure only she knew the destination of.

When her lips reach the tip, the pleasure shifts gears. Short but quick licks. Teasing, as if tasting every detail before fully committing. A shiver runs down your spine, and the low moan that escapes your lips is the only possible response to her expertise. Your cock pulses against her tongue, and for a moment, you forget where you are, the camera, the whole situation.

There is only heat and touch.

Then, finally, she decides it's time. With almost surgical precision, she takes the head of your cock into her mouth, her lips closing around it. The warm wetness of her mouth is overwhelming, and you feel every nerve in your body go on high alert. The sensation is indescribable—something stirring within you, something that transcends words. The outside world fades completely, and all that remains is the slow, deliberate motion of her head moving up and down, every inch enveloped by the soft warmth of her mouth.

"Fuck, that feels so good," you say, not really expecting a response. The words leave your mouth like a statement, a universal truth that, in that moment, feels unquestionable.

She hears—and 'answers'. The pace quickens, and the gentleness gives way to something more intense, more urgent. Her mouth works with precision, taking your cock in completely, all the way to the back of her throat. The sensation is so tight, so warm, it's hard to believe that much space is even physically possible. But Eunbi keeps going, without hesitation, her rhythm steady as saliva begins to trickle from the corners of her mouth, wetting the base of your cock and creating a spectacle you can barely absorb.

Your hips begin to move involuntarily, matching the pace she's set. The feeling of her tight throat around you makes you want her to take it deeper, even if it’s impossible, and with each gag she gives, you feel the pressure building, like you're on the edge of losing control completely. But she keeps going, relentless, the wet sound, the little muffled moans she makes as she struggles to swallow you—everything combines in a way that makes your head spin.

Finally, Eunbi has to stop to catch her breath. She gasps for air, her eyes watery, and a thin string of saliva hangs from your cock as she pulls back, panting.

"Now let me fuck your pussy, baby," you say, your voice low and raspy, with a need that only grows stronger with each passing second.

You pause the video and rush to reposition the tripod. The camera, once focused on the intricate details of the blowjob, now needs to capture something bigger—a moment that could, without exaggeration, rival an impressionist masterpiece. Or at least, that’s what you’re telling yourself as you adjust the zoom with a trembling hand, fighting to maintain control over the situation. The plan? Record Eunbi riding you, the camera capturing her from behind, her pale ass moving frantically, the view of your cock disappearing inside her. A beautiful scene. Though not exactly something they'd teach in a filmmaking class.

But who said art can’t have a touch of... obscenity?

You lie back on the bed, and Eunbi wastes no time. She slips off her panties, and without a word, climbs up with a grace that's stunning to watch. Her movements are so fluid, so perfect, you could swear she had been a professional porn actress in a past life. You settle in, watching her as she kneels over you.

Eunbi smiles slowly, deliberately, as she unhooks her bra and tosses it aside, revealing her breasts for the first time. And what a revelation. They're perfect—large, firm, swaying slightly as she moves, adjusting herself on top of you. Your heart races, and for a moment, you forget how to breathe.

"Fuck, Eun— baby, you're so fucking hot!" You don’t even try to hide the awe in your voice.

She knows, of course she knows. And her smile widens, full of a confidence that only makes things more intense.

"You better be ready," she says, her voice low and heated as she positions herself, her slender, precise fingers wrapping around your cock, guiding it to the slick entrance of her pussy. The heat radiating from her makes you grit your teeth in anticipation.

"No condom?" you murmur, hoping the camera doesn’t pick it up.

"We won’t need one. Just don’t come inside me." Her reply is direct, pragmatic—perfectly understandable.

She starts moving, slowly sinking down on you with a precision that makes you want to moan. The heat, the tightness, the way her pussy envelops your cock, so wet and snug, is more than you could have anticipated. It’s the kind of pleasure that goes beyond the physical, spreading through every inch of your body, overwhelming your mind as she lowers herself until she’s fully seated on you.

"Oh, baby!" you groan, not exactly sure what to say but feeling the need to express the whirlwind of sensations coursing through your body. "You’re... perfect."

She smiles, knowing exactly the effect she’s having, and then starts to move, grinding her hips with a mastery that feels innate. Her slim hips rise and fall, the motions so smooth, so natural, that you can barely believe what you’re seeing. Her breasts, glorious and exposed, bounce with every movement, hypnotizing you with each sway. Your eyes can’t look away, and before you know it, your hands are on them, squeezing the warm, soft flesh, feeling the heat of her skin as she continues to ride you with an almost insane rhythm.

"You move so well, baby," you murmur, the pleasure building with every thrust, every moan that escapes from Eunbi’s lips.

She moans in response, her hips moving faster, more intensely, as her moans grow louder. The bed creaks beneath you both, the sound mingling with your muffled groans and the quickened breaths of both of you. Every movement of hers is a new burst of pleasure, making you lose track of time and space.

"Fuck... you’re so fucking hot," you groan again, this time with more intensity, squeezing her breasts harder, your fingers now playing with her hard, pink nipples. She leans forward, her breasts right in your face, and it doesn’t take much prompting for your mouth to capture her left breast, sucking it with a near-desperate hunger.

"Mmm, yes, suck my tits, go on!" she commands, her authoritative tone interrupted by moans of pure pleasure.

You obey without hesitation, sucking her nipple as your hands grip her waist, taking control of the pace, thrusting into her pussy with overwhelming force, the sound of bodies colliding echoing through the room. Her pussy is so warm, so tight, and the moans she lets out every time your cock fills her drive you to go deeper.

You keep nibbling on her breast, swirling your tongue around the nipple.

You stop sucking for a moment, just long enough to look at Eunbi’s face. Her expression is dazed, lost in the whirlwind of pleasure you’re giving her, her lips slightly parted, breathing heavily. "More... please," she whispers, barely able to breathe, and there’s something about the way she says it, like the last drop of self-control has evaporated. It’s a plea that makes you lose the rest of your restraint. You meet her request with a harder, deeper thrust, pulling a loud moan from her that reverberates through the room.

Your mouth returns, even more eager, to her skin, sucking with more intensity as your hands glide down her waist, fingers sinking into her soft flesh, taking control. You pull her body against yours, each movement more precise, more urgent. The force with which you thrust into her pussy is almost brutal, and the sound of your bodies colliding echoes through the room, drowned only by her moans that tease you like a wild melody. With every thrust, her pussy tightens around you, hot like a furnace, and the sensation of being engulfed by her heat and wetness makes your head spin. You feel her pleasure pulse around you every time you fill her, like her body itself is begging for more. And you give more. You keep going, your mouth seeking her breast, nibbling, sucking the nipple with fervor, while your tongue slowly and teasingly slides over it. The smell of sweat, sex, and the sensation of forbidden pleasure—you want to go deeper, you need to go deeper.

"Get on all fours for me, baby," you say, an irresistible suggestion.

Eunbi, the seasoned actress, nods and climbs off you. You get up and pause the recording, pulling the camera off the tripod, turning into a rather cheeky vlogger now.

Eunbi gets on all fours on the bed, as if this position were second nature to her, readying everything for the next phase of the ‘cinematic masterpiece’ you’re both creating.

"Are you going to hold the camera?" Eunbi asks, glancing over her shoulder, a mix of lust and amusement in her eyes.

"Yeah. POV style," you reply, with the confidence of someone who doesn’t really know what they’re doing but is fully committed to the aesthetic. "Besides, your ass is way too good to be left out of the frame."

She laughs, a soft, sultry sound that echoes through the room, while you resume recording, adjusting the focus. Your cock, already impatient, brushes against the entrance of her pussy, pulling that delicious moan of anticipation from her. The camera catches everything, from the gleam of her sweat-covered skin to the way she arches her back, silently begging for more without having to say a word.

You start slow because, well, you’re a considerate director, right? At first, just the tip, easing into her without rush. But who are we kidding? You both know this won’t last long. As soon as you’re fully inside her, the pace starts to quicken for real. Each thrust is firmer than the last, and her moans grow louder, deeper. The camera captures the interplay of shadows between your bodies, the wet sounds of movement mixed with moans, creating a scene worthy of an Oscar for ‘Best Erotic Realism.’

Then, as if an intrusive thought hits you mid-thrust, you wet your thumb with your saliva and bring it to Eunbi’s tight little asshole. The motion makes her gasp in surprise—a sharp intake of breath, cut off by unexpected pleasure. You begin to circle your thumb slowly around her tight entrance. Keeping focus—or holding the camera—with one hand isn’t easy, but life is about challenges. And by the sound of Eunbi’s moaning, you’re doing just fine.

"More... more," she moans, moving against you with a delicious fury. Your thumb starts pressing deeper, slowly, as your cock keeps sliding in and out of her pussy.

"Are you liking it, baby?" you ask, as she starts moving her hips frantically, almost losing control. Her moans are louder, more desperate, as if she’s on the edge of something monumental.

Each movement is faster, more intense, and you feel that familiar pressure building up.

“Fuck, I... I'm gonna come...” you groan, barely able to form words, the pleasure consuming you entirely.

But then, Eunbi, always so in sync, screams back:

"No! Hold it! Fuck, hold it!" Her voice is hoarse from moaning, her body convulsing with anticipation. "I need to come on your dick, fuck! Don’t stop now, please!"

Holding it, sure. As if it’s easy to keep control when every part of your body is screaming for release. But the desperate tone in her voice— that raw, urgent need— makes you resist for just a moment longer. Your hips keep moving, pushing deep, but you slow down, feeling the restraint turn into delicious torture. Every thrust is like walking on the edge of a knife.

While Eunbi is completely out of control.

She’s throwing her hips against your cock, riding frantically, as if chasing that last second of bliss that only you can give her. Her moans have turned into short, urgent cries, each one in sync with the sound of skin slapping against skin.

“Fuck... I’m gonna come... I’m gonna come for you!” she screams, and you feel the trembling begin deep inside her pussy, a wave of pleasure sweeping through her entire body, making her shake in a way that almost breaks you completely.

She convulses around your cock, and all you can do is hold on tight, trying not to lose control at that exact moment. Your moans are impossible to hold back, mixing with hers, creating a chaotic symphony of pleasure. Your hand, which had been gripping her ass, starts slapping rhythmically as you force your body to keep up with her insane pace.

“Oh, baby, I’m gonna...” you groan, feeling yourself on the verge of losing the battle.

“Fuck, come for me! Come on my ass!” Eunbi screams, and that’s all you need to hear. Your muscles finally give in, and you pull out at the last second, feeling the unbearable heat surge up your spine. With a guttural moan, you explode, the hot cum shooting straight onto her tight little ass.

She lets out a long, satisfied moan as she feels the hot liquid covering her skin, dripping between her thighs and over her tight little ass. “Oh, fuck, baby... it’s... so hot...” she whispers, almost breathless.

You can barely think, your mind dulled by the overwhelming pleasure, but still, instinctively, you position your cock at the entrance of her tight little ass, pushing in slowly. Just the head goes in, pushing your hot cum with it, and that’s enough to draw another deep moan from her.

“Aaaah! My tight asshole! Slowly, baby, slowly!”

Her tight entrance almost suffocates you, the heat driving you crazy as you push in a bit more, until the whole head, along with the cum, is buried inside.

Her ass tightens around you, pulling the cum in, and you can barely move without feeling like you’re going to lose control all over again. With one last gasp of pleasure, you thrust in slowly, just to prolong that divine sensation, the swollen head pressing against the tight muscle, before carefully pulling out.

Eunbi stays there, on all fours, her ass raised and trembling, panting, and you see that even her pussy is dripping with juice.

“Mmm, baby, you gave me so much cum... just look,” she says, her voice sweet and breathless.

You position the camera, of course, capturing every second of that surreal sight, knowing that later, during editing, you’ll get turned on again watching the scene. The camera records the moment when Eunbi’s tight little ass slowly opens, letting your cum drip out. It’s a breathtaking sight. Later, during editing, you’ll watch that scene and think she really looked like a natural porn actress.

The way her skin glistens with sweat and semen mixed together... Somehow you are proud of what you did.

“Well, I think we’re done,” you say, ending the recording, still breathless but with that post-orgasm serenity that makes it feel like the outside world doesn’t matter anymore. “Fuck, that was amazing.”

She gives a satisfied smile as she fixes her hair, like she just stepped out of a shampoo commercial instead of, well, something else. "So? Did you record everything?"

"I’ll watch the video later. Check if I didn’t miss any details... or angles." You lean back against the wall, already envisioning the meticulous editing work to come. "But, I think I got everything."

“Good. I can’t wait to see the final result.”

“You’re really excited about this, huh?”

She chuckles as she bends down to pick up her panties and bra from the floor, and somehow even that looks like a rehearsed scene. “I’m excited about the idea of not being evicted from my apartment.”

“Oh, right… I almost forgot about that…” you mumble, still trying to recover from the practical turn in the conversation.

Then she looks at you with a mischievous smile.

"By the way, you fuck well. It was really good."

That hits you like an unexpected gust of wind.

Is she serious?

The smile Eunbi gives you answers for her.

“Well, I’m gonna take a shower now.”

"Oh, right... I’ll go after," you reply, trying to sound indifferent.

Eunbi gives you a quick, incredulous look.

"For what? Let’s shower together!"

“Really?” You hesitate, forgetting that she just swallowed you whole like you were a condemned man’s last meal. Then, you reconsider. "I mean, yeah, you’re right.”

Without further ado, you also gather your scattered clothes and follow her to the bathroom. She turns on the shower, and within seconds, she's under the warm water, her skin glowing beneath the droplets. You join her, after all, there's nothing like the steam of a good shower to blur the clarity of your life decisions.

The warm water hits your back as you grab the soap, and, unsure what to do with your hands, you start lathering your shoulders. Eunbi, on the other hand, acts with a strange ease, her gaze slightly distracted, washing her hair with methodical efficiency. And there you are, in complete silence, except for the sound of the water falling and your brain, which finally seems to be waking up.

You slept with your best friend.

This is the kind of thing that, in retrospect, seems like something a snarky narrator would tell: ‘Oh, sure, you might have thought it was all fine, that this wouldn't complicate anything at all. But, darling, did you really think fucking your roommate would be that simple?’

You hand her the soap, your fingers brushing hers for a second longer than necessary. Your heart gives that little jump, the one you usually ignore when it comes to Eunbi. But now... well, now it’s impossible to ignore.

You’re both naked, yes, but not just physically.

"I liked it when you called me 'baby.'"

Her voice cuts through your thoughts.

"Ah... it was in the heat of the moment, you know?" you respond, trying to keep your voice casual. "I couldn’t say your real name."

She giggles, as if you’ve told a brilliant joke. "Of course! I know, but... it sounded nice. You can call me that more often."

And there it is again.

That slight but undeniable current of ambiguity.

It was just a recording, right? Just a temporary necessity. But here, under the shower, foam running down her body, something feels more... intimate. As if the invisible barrier between friendship and something more had not only been crossed but obliterated.

"Ah, sure," you reply, avoiding direct eye contact with her. "I'll do that."

She goes back to soaping her body, and the silence returns, only this time it’s filled with something new, an undefined tension. You rub your chest, as if that could clean away the growing unease. After all, it’s not just that you have sex with your best friend—it’s the fact that you enjoyed it way too much. And the way she casually smiled at you every now and then, her eyes shining under the bathroom light, didn’t help clear the confusion.

You wonder: is she feeling the same way? As she soaps her arms and washes her hair, is she also trying to ignore the fact that your friendship might never be the same again? Or, worse yet, is she completely fine while you, the sentimental fool, drown in the murky waters of your emotions?

"Do you think anyone will watch our video?" she asks casually.

You laugh nervously, the question seeming so disconnected from the storm in your mind.

"When people see you for the first time, I think everyone will want to watch our video."

She smiles again.

Maybe she’s thinking the same thing as you.

Or maybe you’re just clinging to any sign that validates your own concerns.

The truth is, under that shower, you weren’t just two friends relaxing after a recording. There was something more there, something that threatened to mess up not just your friendship, but also your heart.

What was supposed to be a simple fix for your finances now seemed to be creating a tangle of feelings that you weren’t sure you wanted—or could—untangle.

—

During the first month after the content was posted, something close to magic happened. Not the kind of magic with wands and spells, but the magic of marketing—the real dark art. Or, to be more precise, the skills Eunbi had picked up in her advertising course were finally put to the test, with results worthy of a case study. Rubydden (yes, that was the name she had chosen, a ‘genius’ fusion of Ruby and Forbidden, a fitting name for this kind of market) was not playing around.

With just a few strategically provocative photos and short videos released on PornHub, she managed to create a domino effect that even the best social media consultant couldn’t have predicted. People started viewing, commenting, following. And, of course, paying. Because if there’s one thing the adult entertainment world teaches, it’s that nothing draws more curiosity than a mix of mystery and accessibility with a pinch of ‘I shouldn’t, but'...

The success came fast, almost too fast. The pay-per-view of the sextape became the most purchased content on her profile. The views skyrocketed, and the number of tips with affectionate comments directed at her on paid platforms kept growing. Money was flowing into the accounts as regularly as Eunbi posted solo masturbation videos—which, apparently, was a very calculated frequency for someone who claimed to hate dealing with logistics. That girl had turned what seemed like a dead-end situation into a real business. And she did it with such genuine enthusiasm that, well, it was hard to tell if you were proud or completely worried.

Eunbi, whom you once knew as your somewhat messy, somewhat lazy roommate, was now obsessed with engagement metrics, SEO, and personal branding. The couch, which used to be a place to relax and watch silly shows, had transformed into the operations center of the little sexual entrepreneur. You saw her there, taking up the whole couch, her phone practically glued to her face, responding to comments, interacting with followers, as if every message was one more step toward dominating her niche.

It was disturbing how excited she seemed about it all. Not the kind of frantic excitement, but that calm, controlled joy of someone who knows they’re on the right path. You found yourself thinking about the caption of the first sextape—a text so simple it was almost brilliant:

"My first sextape posted 🥰 I’m so shy, but at the same time so excited to be able to share with you all. Hope you enjoy and stay tuned for more ❤️"

That caption invaded your thoughts at the most inopportune times.

While you drank coffee, for example, the caption would pop into your head, as if the message itself was engraved in some dark corner of your mind. I’m so shy. How does someone write that and sound genuine?

Well, Eunbi apparently could.

You taught her basic editing tricks, like blurring the face and making small cuts. For 3 to 5 minute videos, the average length of the videos, it was very easy to edit.

Meanwhile, the money for rent, the original reason for this whole adventure, had already been raised in the first two weeks since she started. The problem was, now, money seemed like a footnote in a much bigger story. Eunbi, or rather Rubydden, was attracting devoted followers. And if there’s something that feeds the ego faster than any sum of money, it’s attention.

You could see it in her. The glimmer in her eyes, the contained excitement every time her phone buzzed. She was building a little empire, piece by piece, comment by comment.

And you, well, you were there. In the backstage. Watching everything, trying to understand how things had gotten to this point.

—

You're in your room, immersed in the world of Skyrim, where dragons need to be slain and the world makes more sense. The familiar sounds of the keyboard and the distant echo of battles are a kind of refuge. Every arrow you shoot at the next monster is just an excuse to ignore what's happening outside.

The world out there has gotten too weird for your taste.

But of course, like in the movies, peace never lasts long in real life either.

The door suddenly swings open, and Eunbi walks in with a sparkle in her eyes you can’t ignore. It's that new gleam, the kind that carries a strange joy that now makes you nervous.

“Hey,” she says casually. Her arms are hidden behind her back. “I bought you a present.”

You pause the game, the screen freezing at the exact moment your character is about to strike a dragon. “A present?” Your voice comes out a little wary because, let’s be honest, anything Eunbi does now is a reason for suspicion.

“Yeah! A present!” She repeats, and suddenly, with a Christmas-commercial smile, she reveals the package: a top-of-the-line gaming headset.

You stare at the headset, trying to process it. "This is... amazing... it's a great gift." The surprise still holds you, but there’s something else underneath. Something unsettling. Because you know exactly how this gift was bought.

“It was the most expensive one in the store,” she says, throwing out the phrase with the confidence of someone who thinks they just made the best purchase ever. “So, do you really like it?” She asks, still smiling, waiting for your approval like she’s done something grand. And maybe she has. In a twisted way.

“Yeah, it’s fantastic. Thanks.” You smile, or at least you try to. The discomfort is still there, like a pebble in your shoe, but what else can you say?

"Good!"

She seems relieved. But of course, you know it doesn't end here.

Not with Eunbi.

She sits on your bed, crossing her legs way too casually for what she’s about to say. You already know that look, that vibe.

“So, there’s a reason for this present…”

You sigh, already bracing for the hit. “Oh, is there?”

“Yeah, people are asking for more videos,” she reveals. “With us.” She makes air quotes. “You know, as a couple.”

“*More videos*?” Your voice almost cracks. You knew this was coming eventually, but hearing it for real is still a shock.

She nods, way too excited for your liking. “Yeah, tons of people are commenting. They loved seeing us together. They’re saying we’re… what was it? Oh yeah, ‘incredibly hot’.”

“Incredibly hot?” You repeat, feeling a mix of shame and discomfort swirling inside you. It wasn’t just the compliment. It was the fact that now you were involved in something you never planned for.

“Yeah! People are saying we’re really sexy. You should see the comments. They’re... intense.”

You don’t know how to respond. Part of you wants to pretend this isn’t a big deal. The other part, the darker and more unsettling one, feels oddly flattered.

And that’s where things get dangerous.

She watches you with that look, the one that knows you’re running from something. “You’ve been acting weird since we recorded,” she remarks casually. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you answer, too quickly.

Because, of course, explaining the emotional hurricane you’ve been feeling would be... complicated. How could you explain that casually hooking up with your best friend for a paying audience has left your mind completely wrecked?

She looks at you a little longer but soon gives up trying to figure you out. “If you say so…”

Before you can escape this mental standstill, she gets up from the bed and, in one swift and agile move, sits on your lap, on your gaming chair. You can barely process it. The warmth of her body, the scent, everything is hitting you all at once. She leans in, her lips dangerously close to your ear, and asks in the softest voice, "So... want to record another video with me?"

Your mind freezes for a second. The warm breath on your ear, the comfortable weight on your lap, the memory of the last time Eunbi called you ‘baby’ — all of it is working against you. And before you realize it, the word slips out of your mouth without you even noticing.

“Okay.”

She smiles.

“Great! It’ll be amazing.”

She gets off your lap with the lightness of someone who’s just closed a big deal. And just before leaving the room, she turns and drops another bomb. “Oh, I did a poll, and people are asking for a boobjob. Urgently.”

“A... boobjob?” you repeat, your mind spinning around that idea.

“Yeah! It seems like that’s what the audience wants to see. I thought you’d like the idea.”

You’re caught between the thrill of being part of all this and the discomfort of realizing you really like the idea.

“So, come to my room at 8 p.m.,” she says, as if she’s just scheduling a regular meetup. “Oh, and I have another surprise for the occasion. I think you’ll like it.”

And with that, she leaves the room, leaving you alone with your new headset, an avalanche of feelings, and a confusion you have no idea how to handle.

—

You head to Eunbi’s room at exactly 8 p.m., the atmosphere already thick with that familiar energy—a blend of excitement, tension, and, of course, a certain discomfort you try to ignore. The last time you were here, things took a turn that, well, completely changed the dynamic of your life. And now, here you are again, ready for the next 'project.'

Eunbi is at the vanity, applying lipstick. The bright red she chose glistens on her lips. You walk in and make an attempt to sound casual.

"Hey… I brought the camera, just in case."

She takes one last look in the mirror, stretching her lips to check if the lipstick is even, and then she smiles. "Great! The camera works for now, but I’m thinking of buying a new phone, you know? One with a top-tier camera for easier recording."

You nod, trying to process the fact that she’s seriously investing in this. It’s not just a passing joke anymore. Not at all.

The girl is making business moves.

She gets up from the vanity, and only then do you notice the lingerie. Black lace, highly provocative, with details that seem designed to drive your mind wild. The bra is more suggestive than functional, and the panties… well, technically, it’s more of an idea of panties. The effect is immediate. Your body reacts before your mind, which is always a problem.

“Close your eyes,” she says.

You hesitate for a second but then comply. You hear the soft sound of a drawer opening, something being moved around. Then, with a slightly excited tone, she says, "You can open them now."

When you open your eyes, the surprise hits. Eunbi is wearing a black, sexy mask that covers her eyes in a way that seems designed to make her ten times more attractive. The mask, paired with the red lipstick highlighting those lips, makes you swallow hard.

“Well? What do you think?” She spins around as if she were showing off a new dress instead of looking like the star of an adult film.

You try to keep your composure. "You look... beautiful. Very... sexy."

She smiles, clearly pleased with the effect she’s having. “I decided I’m going to film with masks from now on. It’s more practical. Saves time editing and doesn’t mess with the anonymity and all that.”

You nod, unsure if this is a relief or just another sign that she’s diving headfirst into this world. "Yeah, makes sense."

“Great, then. Now you can start recording.” The way she says it is as casual as asking you to film a birthday party.

Eunbi, now fully masked, approaches you, and soon you’re back in the familiar scenes from the last time. When her lips touch yours, you feel that familiar warmth. The kiss starts slow, almost innocent, but it heats up quickly. Just like the first time. Okay, maybe with a little more intensity.

She senses your desire, her lips working on yours with a growing pressure that only increases the tension. Meanwhile, her hand finds its way to your cock, feeling it harden beneath your pants. You moan, unable to hide your excitement, and she responds with a smile mid-kiss, knowing exactly what she’s doing.

With your free hand, you squeeze her ass, that perfect ass that, let’s face it, is part of the whole package that makes Eunbi so... addictive. Low moans escape from both of you, and for a moment, it almost feels like there’s something between you two. Until she professionally breaks the contact.

"Take off your clothes and sit down," she whispers, with a smile that leaves no room for doubt. "It’s time for the boobjob."

In no time, your pants and underwear are on the floor. You didn’t think it was necessary to take off your shirt this time. You sit in the chair, your cock standing tall like a flag on a battlefield. Eunbi, the expert, stands in front of you, holding a bottle of lube. You know this is going to be good—just as good as it is wrong.

“Turn on the camera,” she says, her voice so sweet it’s clear she’s now in her persona. Not acting, but tapping into that dark side she reserves for these moments.

With slightly trembling hands, you turn on the camera. The lens starts capturing everything—and you too. This is the start of a new reality, one that, a few months ago, would’ve only happened in an erotic dream that left you feeling guilty for having such perverted thoughts about your roommate. But now? Now the lens focuses on Eunbi, already in actress mode—not the Hollywood kind. She’s standing there, embodying an erotic goddess with a naturalness that would make any adult film director envious.

She stares into the camera with feline eyes behind that black mask, which somehow transforms her expression of lust into something almost... artistic. Yeah, if you were an art critic, you’d probably use words like 'subtle eroticism' or 'lascivious gesture,' but the truth is, all you can think about right now is how much this is making your cock throb. Her lips, freshly painted in intense red, move slowly, forming a smile that knows exactly the effect it's having on you—and, frankly, on the camera.

She removes the lace bra, and her breasts, heavy and perfect, fall free, swaying smoothly as she approaches you, kneeling between your legs with the grace of someone about to start an artistic endeavor—or, in this case, something far more carnal, but just as technical. The cap pops as she opens it with a playful smile, her eyes gleaming behind the mask. The sweet scent fills the air in seconds.

Okay, you know what’s coming next, but that doesn’t make the moment any less electrifying.

"Let’s give it a shine," she says, in a voice so sweet and mischievous that you wonder if this is the same Eunbi you saw this morning, groggily adding sugar to her coffee as if she had a long day ahead—turns out, she didn’t.

"You're gonna like this," she says with confidence, shaking the bottle of lube.

She pours the oil onto her own breasts, letting the slick liquid slowly run down her smooth, delicate skin. At first, it's just a thin stream, but then a generous amount, which she spreads with both hands, massaging her breasts in slow, ample movements. Every curve, every ripple... it's almost divine, if it weren't so lewd.

"This is so fucking hot," you finally manage to say, the words escaping your mouth like a breath.

She smiles, that smile that shows she already knew, of course, and then she pours a few drops onto your cock. It pulses at the touch of the cold lube at first, and you flinch slightly, but soon Eunbi's warm hand starts moving up and down, spreading the liquid with precision and efficiency. Her fingers slide effortlessly, and the friction turns into something... smoother. More delicious.

"Enjoying it?" she asks, in a tone that's a mix of innocence and mischief.

Of course, she knows you are.

Who wouldn't be?

All you can do is nod, biting your lip to hold back a moan. Her hand continues its work, gliding at a steady pace. And then, with a casualness that should be illegal, Eunbi lowers her head and kisses the tip of your cock, leaving a perfect red lipstick mark on the skin, like an artistic signature.

"Let me taste this," she murmurs.

Eunbi starts slow, her tongue sliding over the tip of your cock precisely at the frenulum, teasing sharp pleasure. "Mmm, tastes like strawberry," she says cheerfully between licks, as if she were tasting ice cream, not your cock.

She’s not content with just that. Her tongue travels along the entire length, licking and sucking with an intensity that makes your muscles contract involuntarily. Then she moves to sucking your balls, her mouth hot and wet, working in a way you never thought possible. She keeps going with an intensity that borders on sadism, but you're far from wanting her to stop. Lipstick marks begin to accumulate around the base of your cock.

She pulls back momentarily, looking at the marks. "Looks nice like this, don't you think?" she asks, her eyes gleaming behind the mask. "Makes it clear I’ve been here."

You can barely respond, your mind dazed by the rising pleasure, and you let out an affirmative moan, the sound escaping without much control.

She smiles, satisfied with your response, and gets back to work, this time giving special attention to your balls. "I really like sucking you," she says with a sincerity that feels almost surreal, as she slides her tongue around each one, licking and sucking with genuine pleasure. "Hmmm, especially when it tastes this sweet." It’s the kind of phrase only someone with absolute control over the situation can say without sounding ridiculous, and Eunbi is becoming a master at this.

She takes the head of your cock back into her mouth, sucking with an almost obscene force, making a loud, wet sound that in any other situation would be annoying, but now is just maddening. Every time she sucks, your body reacts as if it’s being touched by something beyond human physics.

When she finally releases your cock with an audible pop, her eyes lock with yours again, and then Eunbi looks directly at the camera, smiling like a tease.

"Should I move on to the titjob now, or are you already close just from this?" she teases, knowing exactly how close she’s brought you.

"Yes, baby, please..."

Then it happens.

The moment Eunbi finally wraps your cock between her breasts is like an epiphany — but instead of being accompanied by divine light and angelic choirs, it’s more like a shock of heat, a sudden wave of lust that hits you so hard your brain instantly turns to jelly.

Eunbi’s breasts, slick with the lube, fit around your cock as if they were made for it. The warmth of her skin is overwhelming, a mixture of softness and friction that makes every inch of your body tense up. And the smell... that artificial, sweet strawberry scent lingers deliriously in the air.

Here you are, in a purely carnal situation, being invaded by an aroma you'd normally associate with cheap bubblegum and afternoons at the mall…

But strangely, it only makes everything better.

"Oh, look at that... fits perfectly," Eunbi murmurs with a mischievous smile, her eyes hidden behind the mask, but you feel her gaze piercing your soul. She squeezes her breasts around you, and the friction is like an electric touch. The lube makes everything glide with an almost sinful ease, while the heat of her body mixes with the moisture.

You let out an involuntary moan, barely believing what you're feeling. The pressure, the smooth and rhythmic movement, and the way her breasts envelop your cock are unique. And then she starts moving — slowly at first, dragging her breasts up and down your cock with perfect technique. The sensation is incredible, and you find yourself holding your breath because anything other than feeling would be a waste of energy.

"You’re liking this, aren't you?" she asks, but the answer is already written all over your face—and, of course, in your body, which is responding more obviously than any words could.

"Yes... yes, baby, so much," you moan, barely able to form a sentence. Every move she makes is a new peak of pleasure. And then, to make things even more intense, she lets out a small mischievous smile and lowers her head, licking the head of your cock with her tongue. The combination of the friction from her breasts and the moisture from her tongue is devastating.

Eunbi doesn't rush. She knows exactly what she's doing, and every lick is precise, meticulous, leaving more red lipstick marks around the head of your cock, like small visual reminders of who’s in control here.

"Hmm... Does that make you feel good?" she asks, her voice soft, almost innocent—if it weren’t for the way her tongue provocatively slides over the tip of your cock, savoring it as if she were sampling something gourmet.

"Yeah, you’re so perfect, baby. Don’t stop..." you reply, your breath ragged. And that makes her lips curl into a satisfied smile as she continues her routine, licking and massaging at the same time, her breasts pressing tighter and tighter with each movement, the friction increasing along with the heat, while the lube makes everything feel surreal, slick, and inevitable. She slides her breasts up and down in an almost lazy rhythm, as if she knows she has all the time in the world and that you’ll hold out until the last second.

With each movement, the pressure shifts slightly, masterfully. The heat of her skin, combined with the coolness of the lube and the smudges of lipstick accumulating at the base and head of your cock, creates a disorienting mix of sensations, but one that is undeniably producing great material for Eunbi.

She’s not in a hurry, and that’s what drives you crazy. Eunbi knows she can dictate the pace while putting on a show. Her eyes, even hidden behind the mask, have an intensity that makes you feel like she’s watching your every move, every uncontrollable tremor. The mask only accentuates the mystery, as if she’s a character crafted for this moment.

And in a way, that’s exactly what’s happening.

She lowers her head again, the tips of her hair brushing against your skin, and gives another slow, provocative lick to the head of your cock, while her breasts still envelop you firmly. Her eyes are closed, the camera steady in your hand capturing everything, as if every part of your body is on high alert, absorbing every nuance of her touch, each glide, each pause.

And then, without warning, she stops and looks at you.

Eunbi whispers, her voice soft and dangerously seductive:

"Now... fuck my tits for real."

As if you needed more encouragement. You pause the recording for a moment, just long enough to move to the bed, where Eunbi is already positioning herself, lying down and ready. You lie on top of her, adjust the camera for the perfect angle, and start again. Now, your cock is perfectly positioned between her breasts, and you begin to move. The friction, the heat, her gaze—it’s all too much.

Your cock glides between her breasts with an ease only lube could provide. Eunbi presses her breasts around your cock, firm yet soft, like a welcoming grip that, frankly, feels ridiculously perfect.

Every movement you make thickens the air, charged with electricity, and you can no longer distinguish where the performance ends and genuine pleasure begins. With each thrust, you feel the heat, the slick glide of the oil, and the pace picks up. Your body moves on instinct, your hips thrusting forward and back, accelerating as if you’re running a marathon measured in moans.

"You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?" Eunbi teases, her tone a whisper filled with mischief, but also certainty.

Because, of course, she knows. She feels it.

"Yeah... yeah, a lot..." you respond, the air escaping in gasps. It’s already hard to talk, even more so with the sight of her there, lying beneath you, with that black mask making it seem like she’s hiding even more wicked secrets.

And the worst—or the best, depending on your perspective—is that you can barely take your eyes off her mouth, with that smudged red lipstick, the undeniable proof of how much she’s used it on you.

"Then fuck harder," she says, and you obey, because it’s the only possible course of action.

The friction increases, the heat between you intensifies, and the pleasure shoots up your spine like an electric current. She keeps holding her breasts tightly, while her moans begin to fill the room.

"I want you to cum in me, baby! Make your little slut all messy!!"

"Yes, baby! Fuck, I’m so close!" The words come out strained, as if the very air is starting to fail you. The climax is coming fast, a wave you can barely control.

"I want you to come on my tits," she says, squeezing them even tighter around your cock, as if that’s the trigger for the inevitable. "I want to feel you come hard..."

The combination of her words, the heat of her breasts, and the intensity of the moment is too much. Each of your movements speeds up, the moans escaping uncontrollably. The climax is right there, on the edge, and Eunbi knows it. She keeps going, encouraging you, a malicious smile appearing on her lipstick-smeared lips.

"Come on, baby... come for me," she coos, teasing.

Your hips start to move faster, more erratically, as if your mind has completely lost control and now only instinct is in charge.

"That’s it... just like that," she whispers, with a voice like honey mixed with pure venom. "You’re going to give me your hot cum, aren’t you?"

The question isn’t genuine.

She knows the answer, but she wants to hear it. She wants to see you admit that you’re done for.

And you are.

Totally.

"Yes... yes, I will..." you moan, barely believing the intensity of the pleasure.

"Then give me everything, I want it all, baby!" she demands, squeezing her breasts tighter around you.

It’s a performance, of course. But this one isn’t for the camera, it’s for you.

Only for you.

And then comes the moment. The first spurt of cum shoots out so hard you feel the muscles in your legs involuntarily contract. It hits Eunbi’s face, spreading over the red lipstick and dripping down the black mask. And, of course, she doesn’t mind one bit. In fact, she seems to enjoy it very much.

"Mmm, yes," she says, licking her lips. "That’s what I wanted."

The next spurt hits and spills over her breasts, mixing with the lube and sweat, creating a shine the camera captures perfectly. You keep moaning, unable to stop, while your hips move, your cock rubbing against her skin.

"Come here... give me the rest," she murmurs, her voice soft.

You lean forward a bit and bury your cock in her mouth. Eunbi sucks the head of your cock with a force that’s almost absurd. And it pulls a moan from you that makes your whole body tremble. Whatever was left of your cum spills straight into her mouth, and she’s determined not to waste a single drop. The heat, the pressure, the suction... it’s just too good.

Dangerously too good.

You let out one last moan, this time quieter, as she sucks hard, extracting every bit of pleasure left. When she finally releases your cock, her eyes gleam behind the mask, and the smile on her lips is something that leaves you... curious. Who the hell is this girl, and what has she done with your best friend Eunbi?

She looks at you through the camera—because, of course, she always remembers the camera—you zoom in on her face, now completely covered in cum. She shows off for the lens and makes sure to display what’s left on her tongue before swallowing it all and gracing everyone who will watch with an adorable, unexpected smile.

“Mmm, that was so good, baby. Show the mess you made on my breasts,” she asks with a little giggle, and you lower the camera to her chest, showing the final result: a viscous mix of lube, sweat, and cum, which she takes her time spreading slowly across her breasts as if it were some sort of natural moisturizer. And with that beautiful sight, you end the recording.

Coming soon to theaters.

“That was… incredible. Again,” you say with a sigh, getting off Eunbi and sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Told you you’d like it!” she exclaims.

You’re still processing everything, the camera still in hand, and the unmistakable scent of sex hanging in the air, warm, like a tropical fragrance. Your body is relaxed, but your mind, on the other hand, is a mess. That kind of mess that hovers somewhere between euphoria and silent panic. You’ve just had the second most intense experience of your life. And it wasn’t just the physical part—it was her, Eunbi, your best friend, your roommate, the woman who, until recently, you only knew as the girl you watched TV shows with while eating popcorn, who sometimes asked you to buy chocolate at the store, who avoided house chores, who smiled awkwardly whenever you happened to say something nice to her. But now? Now she was something much more complicated.

And somehow, terribly simpler too.

You’re falling in love.

Eunbi, however, seems to be in another dimension. The moment you turned off the camera, the ‘entrepreneur’ switch inside her was activated like one of those noisy coffee machines that never stop hissing.

“How was the recording?” she asks, already pacing around the room like a famous actress on set, her hair still messy but her eyes sharp as blades. She removes her mask and grabs some wet wipes from the dresser, cleaning her face and breasts like she’s just wiping down a whiteboard for the next big idea.

You blink, as if you suddenly had to remember what was going on. “Uh… it turned out good, I think.” You’re speaking, but your mind is still in the previous moment, on how her body fit against yours, how her lips moved, how there seemed to be something more there… something she felt too, right?

Right?!

“You think?” Eunbi chuckles as she tosses the dirty wipes into the bin nearby. “I mean, was the lighting good? We also need to check the audio. Our sex tape had some noise issues in a few spots. Oh, I’m thinking of investing in a few more ring lights. Hmm, maybe in this video I’ll add some warm color filters during editing, you know? To give it a more… I don’t know, intimate, homemade vibe. It’ll look beautiful, and the quality will attract more people.”

You nod, but you’re not really listening. Every word she says about lighting, audio, filters, and ‘follower engagement’ is slowly crumbling the romantic image you were starting to build in your head. Eunbi is already talking about the next step, while you’re still trying to process the fact that you just had the best sex of your life and that, somehow, it means something huge to you.

She keeps talking, like she’s in a business meeting (except for the fact that she’s taking off her lingerie at this moment): “Oh, and we need to check the video’s length. It can’t be too long, or people will lose interest, but it can’t be too short either, right? Otherwise, we’ll lose credibility, and people won’t pay for the next pay-per-view.”

You look at her, now naked with traces of lube shimmering on her skin, as if she were the most beautiful woman in the world—which, in your mind, she is. And all she’s thinking about are 'views.' You, on the other hand, can only think about how wonderful it would be to wake up next to her every day. Truth be told, you already love finding her every morning at the kitchen table with that lazy, sleepy, cute face of hers. You think about the way her eyes sparkled when you kissed, the lipstick marks she left on your dick, the way she smiled softly after you came.

How could it be that she felt nothing beyond pure job fulfillment?

You watch Eunbi as she walks toward the bathroom, still rambling: “I was thinking about hiring someone to create an intro for the channel. Something simple, with a sensual background music, but not too generic, you know? I'm thinking about designing a logo with a cartoon version of me wearing that mask. And that way I can start building my brand identity.”

You can’t even respond.

Eunbi, with her mind racing a mile a minute, is already at phase two while you’re still at phase ‘oh my god, I’m in love with my best friend.’ She closes the bathroom door, and you hear the sound of running water, but your mind is still in that room, in that bed, in that moment between you two that felt so… intimate. At least, it felt like that to you.

She shouts from the bathroom, her voice muffled by the water: “And, like, we could also do some scripted videos, you know? Not acting out the sex, but a roleplay where we play characters. Like, you being the pizza delivery guy and me the girl who pays with sex. That kind of thing. I bet it would make things spicier and give us room to innovate.”

You smile, but it’s a sad smile.

Because, of course, this isn’t real, at least not for her. For Eunbi, it’s all about attention, sharing, and inflating her ego, it’s about being successful in what she recently discovered she’s good at.

And you?

Well, you’re sinking, slowly, into the realization that what just happened between you meant way more to you than it did to her.

Eunbi comes out of the bathroom, saying, “Now it’s your turn,” her body wrapped in a towel and her face fresh, ready to keep the wheel turning.

This time, Eunbi didn’t even bother to invite you to shower with her.

“So, what should we name this video?” she asks as you follow her down the hallway back to her room. “I was thinking something like ‘my boyfriend was feeling sad so I gave him the best titjob of his life!!!’ Oh, I can’t wait to release it… it’s going to be a hit!”

You nod, trying to understand, trying to convince yourself that you can live in this world of sensual lies and marketing strategies. But deep down, you know the truth. The truth that she, at this moment, seems incapable of seeing:

you want more.

You want her.

You want everything.

But, for now, all you have are MP4 files on your camera and a head full of unrequited feelings.

“Yeah,” you finally say, more to yourself than to her.

“It’s going to be a hit.”

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Part 2

"Doesn’t everyone say this about the industry?" Minji responds with wit and looks at Kazuha's sweaty body in the mirror. "Everyone always shares their doubts, from the moment you start. And now we are here, ready to debut. I know I have talent, but will it be enough?"

"You really want this, Minji?"

"Yes, Unnie, more than anything."

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen. Why do you—"

"I'll give you his number." Kazuha sighs deeply, but nonetheless, her words have Minji in a delighted dance. "I'll tell him that you are good, so be good, be honest to him. I'm doing you a favor here."

"Thank you so much, Unnie!"

"But be careful: he is greedy, he wants more than you can imagine, so be ready to give him everything. And also—" 

Kazuha pinches Minji's chin, tilts it towards her piercing eyes and whispers in the most kind yet threatening voice: 

"Never try to get between him and me."

# 

"Oh my—your concept, these plans. They are fucking terrible. It's going to take a lot to salvage this, even you seem to know that, Minji." There is no need for you to hold back. If you think a plan is bad, you better tell someone before they fail. You’ve seen your fair share of bad plans, but not by HYBE and not to this extreme.

"I-I know. I tried to tell them, but the managers just shut me down.” Minji puts her arms back on her thighs. They were just dramatically cast into the air to get her point across, but the young girl saw your unimpressed gaze and quickly got professional again. “They are running us straight into a brick wall."

"I've seen many examples like this. A lot of companies think they can do no wrong, especially when a lot of time has passed since their latest failure." 

You give Minji her tablet back and rest your chin on one hand, the other tapping the giant desk before you. You are deep in thought, at least Minji should believe that. Instead you are looking into her eyes, mariana trenches of passion, hopefulness, determination. Minji has a pretty face, leadership qualities, all the skills of a superstar but most importantly, she has some thick lips that will be perfect for cock sucking. 

Okay, you are getting ahead of yourselves. The other big thing she has is the willingness to trade everything for her dream, for hope, maybe for fame too. She will give her dignity for glory—and you will make her do it right fucking now.

"This is a difficult case," you say slowly, watching her expression shift a bit, not yet gloomy but getting there. "Luckily, I and HYBE still have the time and resources to make your debut a success. People will talk about it for a long time. I can even guarantee you a music show win from the get go."

"Really? Oh my God, thank you so much, sir. You are way too kind." Minji jumps from her seat and takes a deep, formal bow. "I hope I can lay all of this in your hand?"

"You sure can, Minji, but you know this comes with a price, a hefty one at that. This cannot be solved with two phone calls and some convincing. Hell, I barely have any time." You stand up from your chair and look at the young woman, upper body still tilted but her huge eyes fixed on you, now you’re in front of her. You still dwarf her and she only now knows that she is completely outmatched and will pay up.

"I-I will give you everything, as soon as I can," she stutters. "I only need some time and, and—"

"But I need it now, Minji. Right fucking now.

"Get on your knees."

"Sir?" Minji asks, shocked. "On my knees? Do-do you want me to beg?" 

You snort. “I thought you were smarter. What did Zuha tell you exactly?” 

“H-how did you know—?”

“Minji, what you're asking for requires a complete 180. Your entire concept will have to be changed. From what I’ve heard, you need some new songs too. I have someone in mind who can spearhead your group but she's a wildcard, batshit insane really, but the right kind of crazy needed for something like this. But all of this will take a lot of fucking effort, time and money. And I need you to prove your worth, now."

Push down on Minji's shoulders until she winces and sinks to the floor. Black tiles, hard, cold and somewhat reflective. You know that for a moment all of them hesitate when seeing the rough outline of their head mirrored back to them. Are they really going to do it? Is this what they have to sell? Is it worth it? 

Those that stayed are now superstars and because Minji somehow knew about it and had the guts to look for you, there is not a single doubt in you that she will devote herself to you.

"I can make your dreams come true," you proclaim calmly, yet your words put Minji under unbearable pressure. "Fame, money, success are all guaranteed, out of question, beyond that everything is possible. When you just stay there, on your knees and open your pretty mouth—"

A zip and your semi-hard cock is released, to the absolute shock of Minji, whose mental image of her face is replaced by the first phallus she has ever seen before her eyes. 

"—I'll fulfill your desires."

Minji looks up at you and gulps. She thought the auditions and training evaluations were the final tests respectively, but now her entire career comes down to this one huge cock right in front of her. She curses the producers, the managers, those idiots at Ador—their mistakes have to be redeemed by her sucking dick and lowering to the level of a desperate whore.

Minji has no option. Idols are born from hardship and this is just another step, she believes. So her lips part a little, and when she locks eyes with you, they part a lot more. With a satisfied groan, you shove your cock deep into her throat.

"From now on, you'll call me Master. Later will be Daddy, but not until you've proven worthy. Your next few weeks will be rough, new people, new songs, new choreos." The first tears form in Minji's gorgeous eyes as gags bounce through your office. "I don't care how tired or sweaty you are, when I call you, you come to me right after practice, no excuses. You will obey every fucking wish, especially because I have so much work with you."

You drag your balls over her chin, let your cock rest at the top of her mouth and open it wide. Minji is clumsy with her teeth and with the way she tries to dodge your thrust, be it intentionally or out of fear. This is of course vastly inferior compared to a blowjob from all those second and third gen stars you've made big after giving them your big cock.

The only redeeming, already great quality, are her lips. Natural, not a talent or skill. She'd be a lot better just not moving, not thinking, a fleshlight, but how should such a young woman know?

"I assume you're smart enough to understand all this," you tell her expectantly and pull out. Minji leans forward and coughs up her saliva on your floor. You grab her hair and pull it back, get ready to spit at her, but she has wit.

"Ye-yes, Master. Excuse my incompetence, I—you're so big."

"No crying? No regrets? Well, that's more impressive than your blowjob skills. How about you clean up your incompetence?"

You take a step back and pull her face down, down by the hair, onto the tiles where her spurts of saliva lay. Minji hisses out in pain, you know she stares down angrily, shocked at how rude you are to her. She grits her teeth—

"Yes, Master, sorry, Master."

—and begins to lick the floor, slowly and only with the tip of her small tongue.

You are mildly impressed that she adjusted to her situation rather quickly. It is the sign of a prodigy in bloom. 

"I am curious, baby girl. I was informed you didn't really set out to become an idol. So why put yourself through all of this?" You muse and question her. Minji's eyes widened a little, finally shifting from their bristling anger. "Oh, I know everything about you, Kim Minji. It is my job to know and then some. So tell me: what is your ambition? What is your desire?"

"Who doesn't dream of being famous?" Minji says, determination in her eyes which she has pointed at you like sharp, pointy arrows. "I want to be a star, the idol that all my classmates, parents, grown-ups have never seen in me. I want to show them how wrong they were."

"Too bad that even after joining the great and successful HYBE, you are about to be their first blunder," you taunt her and slap her forehead with your cock. "Good thing you're ready to suck cock for some adjustments of their mistakes."

Minji puckers her lips and a bit carelessly gets your cock back onto them, spreading small licks on your cockhead. "This is nothing, I know hardship."

"Oh, 

"You call this nothing?"

You tsk and slap her face with your cock.

"You know hardship? Do tell, Minji..." You grip her head and begin to plunge into her mouth. "Hardship? We haven't even started yet. I'm not even at full size, stupid girl!" 

You see her eyes widening as tears begin to form with your rough treatment. Thinking back to Minji's words, you read her well. People doubted her—you could too. She wasn't so different from the others you've trained. All they needed was education to rely on you, devotion to you and love for you and only you.

"Make sure to keep your fucking teeth off of it," you growl while your fingers search for new ways to pull at her hair, to push her away and then slam her back down on your cock which is finally hardening at the arousal her fearful face brings. The inside of Minji's mouth grows wetter, sloppier, warmer, until suddenly—

The annoyance of her teeth returns and it stings. To start with blowjobs has both been a disaster for your pleasure but intense fuel to introduce Minji to the harsh reality that is you; you and the success that you bring. Everything she has ever wanted, you can bring her, and so she fights trough the tears and accepts that you press her flat on the floor and fuck down into her mouth like it's a pussy.

"Open wide, open wide," you repeatedly command, a hand on Minji's jaw to help her make this command come true. "You useless slut, don't waste your lips on such pathetic blowjobs. Fucking hell, when I'm done with you, you better deepthroat like a mid porn star.

"Fucking waste of my time, you stupid stupid girl. This is the standard HYBE is accepting now? Fuck, maybe we can't even blame the company for your group's future failure—it will all just be on you. If you don't fucking step it up, this is the last time you will ever contact me." 

Gaze still intensely focused on her, you pull out your cell phone and unlock it. You don’t really use it for much, except for phone calls, but this alone makes this device insanely valuable. You however don’t need to make a phone call now. You only need to show Minji one thing: your contact list.

She can see you scrolling past the names of tons of people, all in the industry. Well known producers, managers, executives, staff members, but most importantly, all highlighted by a colorful array of yellow, orange, red and pink: 

The full names of hundreds of female idols. Minji scans through the list, recognizing one Unnie after the other, from nugu second gen groups to absolute super stars.

You pull out of Minji's mouth, give her time to cough up all leftover spit and wipe her tears away. Ultimately, you help her up from the cold hard floor, the only thing still laying on the floor is her pride.

"Do you get it now?" you ask and look at her, eyebrows raised with the highest of expectations.

"Yes, Master."

"Then you know what you have to do."

"De-deepthroat like a p-porn star."

"Can you do that?"

Minji hesitates, something you cannot stand for the love of everything. You grab her hips and throw her on your desk, spin her until her head is hanging off of the table. With no further warning, because she does not deserve those anymore, you press your cock on her lips and fill more than her mouth. Minji's throat starts to visibly bulge from the massive width of your cock. 

Of course she is gagging, kicking her feet but that isn't even a flight response. There is no need for you to pin her down. She wants to stay, wants to become a good slut, a stupid girl that can suck your entire cock. Sadly, her newfound eagerness isn't rewarded with success. She needs training and stretching and so you stretch Minji's throat with lazy thrust and train her nose to accept your balls on them.

"You're so silly, but finally, we have some effort, Minji," you growl and reach into the top of her shirt. "We can work from here."

You fondle her breasts, run your hands down her soft stomach. 

"Good, I can definitely work with this. You remind me of—" 

But you pause, not wanting to divulge any advantages for her to pick up on. She looks like an absolute fuck doll as her head continues hang off the table. Even upside down, it was pretty when stuffed with your cock, your balls now touching her lips with each plunge. 

"Minji, it's not enough to deepthroat like a porn star. You'll learn to deepthroat like one of my perfect sluts, whores. Porn star is a start, but it will soon be an insult to you.”

She had no idea that her consideration as a future perfect whore meant you already took a liking to her. As of now, all she knew—no, all she could think of—was your cock and that she needed to keep her teeth off of it. It needed to fuck her throat if she wanted any chance at a great career. 

And so Minji takes it, acts like a whore who willingly gets gag induced drool over her face, then fat, filled balls on her nose and accepts the greedy hands all over her midriff. Minji always thought that she needs this tight, perfect form for the approvement of the public—now it's you who decides if her body is acceptable and ripe for a fucking. 

Your seal of approval is the frantic way you tear open her shirt, then her bra and start to knead her breasts, while her tongue movements become actually enjoyable. You thrust harder, making Minji's face pale as she struggles to get air. She looks gorgeous like that, so you slap her tummy and before the choking is too hard, you back off and pull your pants up.

"That's it for today," you say as Minji still gasps for air. "From now on, you'll be here everyday after practice."

Short silence, disbelief in her eyes. "H-huh—yes, Master."

"The door will be open. Walk in and lay down on the table, just like this. You will wait until I return or have time for you. It doesn't matter what happens, you will lay there until I am finished with you."

"Yes, Master."

"A lot will change." You rub sweat and spit off her temple with a gentle hand and look at her glassy eyes. "You might not get any sleep at all. Now you will learn true adversity.

"Okay, fuck it. You don't deserve this, but I don't care."

Pull your pants back down and lower your balls onto Minji's mouth. This time, there is no hesitation, and she opens her fuckable lips wide. Her tongue starts to twirl around your sac while you begin to jerk yourself off. When Minji finally starts to suck, you feel a satisfying conclusion to this messy meeting arriving. But—

"Why would I do it myself? Get your hand here!"

You find one of Minji's hands and start to spit on each finger. Like a waterfall, it runs down until you deem it lubricated enough. Then you put them around your manhood and begin to thrust. It's a lot colder than a pussy, but Minji seems to instinctively know how to tighten the gap, the grip, her hand-pussy suddenly becomes worth cumming in.

Take a final breath and climax, each pump sending long streaks of pearly white on Minji's body. You cover her in seed until one long line, from her navel to her throat, forms and you admire how carefully she worships your balls. Wipe your cockhead clean on her hand and make a mental note to have this soft palm be a useful masturbation aid for another time.

"Who would've thought that you're already in love with my balls?" You almost crack a smile through your stone cold facade. "A good sign that you're already a whore."

"M-Master, I..."

"Shut the fuck up.

Jihyo gave a little pat on your back, making you turn around. "WHAT THE FUCK?" you screamed, looking at your coworker completely naked in the shower, your hard morning wood already pointing in the direction of her big tits.

"Shhhhhh," Jihyo said. "Boss, I'm here to tell you we're not going to work on the holidays; you're going to work for us," she continues. "And what are you doing in my house wearing no clothes?" you ask. "I'm here to start your home office holiday shift," she replied.

Jihyo advanced in your direction and started kissing you, letting your big shaft rub her thighs while doing so. she slowly moved her hands on its direction and started stroking your cock really hard, before you dropped her on her knees. Jihyo quickly started using her mouth, doing a great work on your cock that soon made you groan, taking it deep in her throat and massaging your balls.

You always knew Jihyo was a tough girl to deal with and wanted to punish her for being so insubordinate, so you grabbed her hair and started fucking her face. But that's exactly what she wanted, loving the way you worked your cock hard in her mouth until she gagged.

Jihyo got back to sucking your cock hard, diving deep into your balls as her huge tits bounced a lot while she did masterful work on it. You tried to tame him with more facefucking, but it didn't take you long to move into her main asset. "Come here, you fucking bitch," you said, wrapping your cock between her massive boobs, which were built for titfucking. You grabbed her neck and soon slid your shaft up and down those massive honkers, enjoying each time your throbbing tip popped out of them.

"Yes, yes, fuck those big titties," Jihyo said, enjoying your cock massaging her udders. She knew for a long while you were very horny for them, always staring at her cleavage each time she arrived at the company. She loved how loud your cock was clapping against them, coming to suck it, only to get pinned against one of the shower's walls and facefucked again, much to her pleasure, and even better when you shoved your balls in her filthy mouth.

You decided it was time to punish this big tit bitch even further, grabbing Jihyo's neck and pinning her against the glass box. "Oh my God, fuck," she moaned as she felt your massive cock promptly sliding in her pussy. "Yes, please, fuck me, boss," Jihyo moaned as her tits now smashed the glass walls of the box and her pussy got plowed hard. You grabbed one of her huge udders, enjoying how they bounced with each deep thrust you gave in her pussy.

"Oh my God, yes, give me that cock," Jihyo moaned as she enjoyed her big tits bouncing hard like pinballs. "HOLY SHIT," she said as you choked her further, before taking her out and fucking her face as the shower water dropped all over her head. "Come taste that fucking cock, bitch," you said. "Oh yeah," Jihyo said, getting out of breath as you took it deeper and deeper in her throat, making her gag on it to the fullest. If it depended just on you, you'd kill this big tit bitch by cock asphyxiation, but little did you know there were more girls waiting to take a turn on this big dick.

"I see you're already choking on this dick, typical Jihyo," another girl appeared and said as she saw you fucking her best friend's face. It was Sejeong. "You are going to share this cock with me," an angry Sejeong said, taking her shirt off and displaying her pair of udders that were so famous they had names.

"Boss, meet Samantha and Rachel," Sejeong said, shoving her big boobs right in your face and joining Jihyo in the shower as she took her clothes off as well. "This looks so good; hope you don't mind I have a taste of it," Sejeong said as Jihyo handed your cock straight to her best friend's mouth. Sejeong could already taste Jihyo's pussy on it. Since it's been nearly a decade since they knew each other, they also know the taste of their holes to the fullest. "Such a horny girl already getting fucked by that big cock, typical Jihyo," Sejeong said as she finished sucking your cock for the first time.

"I see you enjoy choking on that cock," Jihyo said as it was Sejeong's turn to get her face plowed. She drove her friend's head against your shaft while she played with Samantha and Rachel. Noticing it, you picked up the shampoo and poured it all over Sejeong's tits, leading Jihyo to rub hers on her best friend's, you still fucking Sejeong's face while enjoying watching that big tit rubdown.

"Share that dick, worship it," you commanded as if you were their boss, as Jihyo and Sejeong kissed each other while grinding their mouths on your shaft. "Her tits are so heavy, you should fuck them too," Jihyo said as she praised Sejeong's udders as they took turns worshipping your big dick.

You turned your attention to Sejeong, fucking her boobs next as the shampoo covering them made it even easier for your cock to slide. Jihyo lined up behind you and cleaned your asshole with her naughty tongue. "Stay there," you said, grabbing your cock and pushing it in Jihyo's direction for her to taste her best friend's milky udders and hot mouth on it. Jihyo loved it and bobbed her head hard on it as you moved back to Sejeong for another round of titfucking while Jihyo kept rimming you before you suddenly came back to your senses.

"I can't do this; it's so morally wrong having sex with my coworkers at my house," you said, getting away from their grasp and leaving the shower. Jihyo and Sejeong chased you. "Come back, boss," they said, but as you arrived at your bedroom ready to get your clothes for work, another woman approached.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" you screamed as you saw a naked Eunbi already laying in your bed. "Well, boss, you told us we were going to work on the holidays, and we took issue with it," Eunbi said. Seeing your cock already throbbing, she quickly bent over and dove her head on it. "Hmmmm, I can already taste Jihyo and Sejeong on it," the big-tit mommy said. "Holy shit," you said as Eunbi stayed focused on your cock before Jihyo and Sejeong arrived. "He's not going to leave this bed anytime soon," Jihyo vowed as she was the next to dive on your cock, Sejeong soon joining them as well.

"Now we're working," Sejeong said as the girls started a triple blowjob on your shaft, the two 95 girls taking on your balls while Jihyo deepthroated your shaft, leaving Eunbi and Sejeong elated. "Girls, this dick is so amazing," Sejeong said as she took her turn sucking it while you started moving your hips and pushing it up her throat. Jihyo then sat on your face as the other two girls shared your cock. "Oh yeah, work that tongue in my pussy," she said, grinding it on your face and letting her big tits freely bounce. Sejeong soon sucked them as Eunbi stroked your cock.

"I think he was looking at our tits way too much at the office; now let's see if he can handle them," Sejeong said. Jihyo was the first to use hers, tilting her body forward as she bounced them sideways on your shaft. "Hmmm, he's already clinging to my pussy to cope with it," she said. "Look at how hard he's getting," Eunbi says as she grabs your shaft while Jihyo keeps using her boobs to fuck it.

"He's a naughty boy; the more I moved her tits, the more he ate my pussy; now I want to see both your titties bouncing on them," Jihyo said. Sejeong followed suit, trapping your shaft between her Samantha and Rachel and giving it a sexy massage. Eunbi followed suit, moving her massive boobs really fast on your cock, with you meeting her speed with fast thrusts up her udders while Jihyo licked her pussy. "So that's what big-tit asphyxiation looks like. Oh fuck," Eunbi says as you try to react and fuck her tits, but Sejeong steps in and grinds her pussy on your face.

Eunbi sucks your cock hard while Jihyo plays with her pussy and leads Sejeong. "Keep grinding on his face," she says to her longtime friend. "You started it all; wanna sit on that dick?" Eunbi asks Jihyo as she jerks your cock off. "Yes, I'll fucking sit on it," Jihyo says with a big smile on her face as Eunbi grabs your cock and leads it into her pussy. "Let me see it," Sejeong says as she goes back to watch Jihyo impale herself on your cock.

Sejeong and Eunbi massage Jihyo's clit as she starts bouncing on your cock. "Oh yeah, that cock is so good in my pussy; let me grind on it," she says as she spins on your cock. Eunbi sits on your face, and as soon as she does, you pump Jihyo's pussy hard from down low. "Oh, bad boy wants to fuck that pussy hard; give it to me," Jihyo says under Sejeong's watchful eye. Jihyo opens her legs and lets you freely pound her cunt, while Sejeong massages your balls and then jerks it off. "Oh, I love the way you jerk it off in my pussy; it's so fucking sexy," Jihyo says as she resumes bouncing on it.

Eunbi returns and massages Jihyo's clit while also sucking her tits. "Keep fingering; it feels so good," Jihyo tells her while Sejeong comes on the other side to suck her melons too. "GIVE IT TO ME, FUCK ME HARDER," Jihyo rises her voice and commands to you as you keep pushing up and down her pussy. You push Jihyo's mommy body in your direction and pump her in a pearly gates position while Eunbi and Sejeong entertain themselves with her big tits. "OH MY GOD, GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE IT TO ME," Jihyo begs. "Fucking give it to her," Eunbi commands.

You indeed decide it's time to amp things up a bit, pushing Jihyo's body into the bed as you grab it and fuck her in missionary with her legs fully up. "Give it to her, come on," Eunbi continues to push.

"YES, FUCK," Jihyo screams as you wrap her legs and pound her at full speed. Eunbi and Sejeong just watch. It seems like you really hate this big-tit bitch, fucking her like your life depended on it. "HARDER," Jihyo commands as her legs get pressed against your big tits and you push your whole weight against her body. "Cum all over his fucking cock," Eunbi orders while Sejeong licks her best friend's feet. You choke Jihyo and then hit her face, but shortly after you kiss her. Sometimes you hate that bitch, but in the end, you can't deny how sexy she is.

As you pull out of Jihyo's pussy, you, Eunbi, and Sejeong team up to eat it. "Holy shit," Jihyo exclaims as all three tongues pass around her fuckholes. "Holy fuck, that's so fucking fast," she says as you three spit on her holes, Eunbi paying special attention and massaging her clit while you eat her ass and Sejeong licks her folds. "Oh yeah, put that tongue deep in my ass," Jihyo says.

You pump Jihyo a few more times, massaging her jiggling tits in the process and hitting her a few more times until she cums. "Let's taste that dick," Eunbi says as soon as you're done, feeding it to Sejeong while jerking it off. But Eunbi is another hungry slut, as it takes just a little spitting from Sejeong for her to feel comfortable taking her turn sitting on your cock.

Eunbi's pussy gets pumped hard from the start, while Jihyo and Sejeong line up behind her and take turns massaging your balls and licking Eunbi's asshole, respectively. "I want to taste that fucking pussy out of that cock; give it to me," Jihyo says as you keep pounding Eunbi while Sejeong jerks your shaft off.

Sejeong pops your cock out of Eunbi's pussy, feeding it right into Jihyo's needy mouth, who bobs her head on it like a maniac as soon as she gets the chance to taste Eunbi's pussy on it. "Put it back on," Sejeong says, quickly ending her friend's fun as Eunbi wants more poundings in her pussy. "So fucking sexy watching her get fucked like that," Jihyo says as she bends to eat Eunbi's asshole. Sejeong follows, and the two kiss each other. "Hmmm, she's got a very dirty ass," Sejeong tells Jihyo.

"AHHHH FUCK," Eunbi screams as you fuck her harder than ever, sucking your tits like a baby as well while her body tilts in your direction. Jihyo and Sejeong give her some relief as they stop your pounding to suck your cock a little bit, but that doesn't last long, as Eunbi's mommy cunt just keeps getting obliterated, and Jihyo keeps going wild, moving toward Eunbi's big tits and sucking them herself. "FUCKKKK," Eunbi says as Jihyo now motorboats her tits and your cock keeps pushing. "Fuck her deeper," Jihyo whispers in your ear, and you oblige.

Eunbi decides to grind on your cock, making Jihyo and Sejeong get very excited as they help her and massage her ass. "Grind on it, bitch; take it, take it, take it," Jihyo orders as Eunbi spins all over your cock. "That's a good girl," Sejeong says as she pats Eunbi's ass.

It's time for Eunbi to receive the same treatment you gave Jihyo, as you push her into the same position as the Twice leader minutes ago. "Her tits are so fucking beautiful, don't you agree?" Jihyo asks Sejeong. "Oh definitely, we should name them later like I did to mine," she answers.

"Keep worshipping those beautiful tits," you command Jihyo and Sejeong, who suck Eunbi's melons while you fuck her. "Ahhh yeah, I love it," Eunbi says as she's overwhelmed by all three of you turning your attention to her. "Let's make her squirt," you say, reaching your hands into her clit and massaging it, Jihyo quickly moving to taste the juices Eunbi bursts out while Sejeong now has both of Eunbi's boobs all to herself.

"Get on top of her," you tell Sejeong, as you line your cock up to fuck her from behind. Eunbi loves it as she gets to grab Sejeong's famous Samantha and Rachel, which jiggle quite hard as you fuck her pussy. You and Jihyo lick Sejeong's neck while Eunbi stays at the bottom of the pile enjoying Sejeong's huge tits.

But Sejeong is a naughty mommy and wants to bounce on your cock as well, telling you to lay on the bed as she starts moving up and down your shaft. Jihyo immediately follows her and sucks her tits. Meanwhile, Eunbi stays in her position but brings her pussy closer to your crotch and starts rubbing it on your balls while Sejeong sits on your dick.

Sejeong is a really fast rider, loving having her Samantha and Rachel bounce freely and hit Jihyo's mouth. Eunbi rubs her clit down low, her juices slowly covering the bottom of your cock. Jihyo decides to rub Sejeong's clit as well, and soon she and Eunbi are locked into a squirting battle. "Oh my God, yeah, rub my pussy, make it cum all over that fucking cock," Sejeong says as she bounces at bed-breaking speed, Jihyo following her moves. Eunbi masturbates herself harder to match Sejeong's crazy ride, while Jihyo, now switching sides and helping Eunbi, gushes out more squirt from her pussy as she massages it. But Sejeong is determined to win this battle, unleashing her maximum bounce prowess, turning Samantha and Rachel into a pair of pinballs until she squirts so hard it catches both Jihyo and Eunbi by surprise.

"I'M GONNA CUM," Sejeong announces as she squirts so hard her juices land all the way into Eunbi's tits. As Sejeong starts to orgasm, you push your cock faster and deeper in her pussy. Jihyo comes in and licks her best friend's pussy. "Oh yeah, lick me like that, so good, so good," Sejeong says. Jihyo kisses and sucks Rachel before getting back to Sejeong's pussy, licking it like crazy and ready to taste her juices at any second.

As Sejeong squirts all over your cock, you use her juices to quickly slide back inside Eunbi. "Let's make her cum next," you say, opening her legs while Jihyo and Sejeong massage her tits. In a matter of seconds, Eunbi also releases her juices, as Jihyo now seizes the opportunity to bounce on your cock again. Sejeong and Eunbi push Jihyo's body up and down your cock and spank her ass. "Take that dick," both girls say. "More, more, more, bounce, bitch," you say. Jihyo does it like that, riding your cock while Eunbi rubs her asshole. "Yes, yes, yes, massage my ass," Jihyo tells her. "Look how deep he's going inside her," Sejeong says as she joins Eunbi. Jihyo turns into a messy scream machine. "AHHHHHH, FUCKKKKK," is all she can say now, turned into your personal cocksleeve and Eunbi and Sejeong's spanking bitch.

"Let's taste it," Sejeong tells Eunbi, both putting an end to Jihyo's fun. "OHHHH YEAHHHH," Jihyo is still screaming even with your cock out of her pussy. Sejeong and Eunbi taste your cock together, the former I.O.I girl taking your balls while the former Iz*one leader sucks the tip. Both bring their tits together for a double titfucking session while a needy Jihyo begs for more. "Please, I want it back in my pussy," she says.

"You want it, then there it is," Eunbi says, releasing your cock from the grasp of her tits for Jihyo to ride once again. Both her and Sejeong grab Jihyo's ass as the Twice girl squats on your dick and massages your balls. "All the way, grind on that cock," Sejeong tells her. Jihyo does it until she cums, with Eunbi quickly taking her place on the top of your cock for a pearly gates pounding. "Let's suck those big tiddies," Sejeong says to Jihyo as you fuck Eunbi hard and massage her clit while Jihyo and Sejeong suck on mother Eunbi's tits like they were her daughters.

"FUCKKKK," Eunbi moans as your cock and the girls's mouths overwhelm her; the way her tits bounce is a thing of beauty, especially when her hardened nipples make contact with the naughty tongues of Jihyo and Sejeong, who now press Eunbi's tits against each other as if they were playing a game with them.

"Come on, girls, you better suck this dick again if you want to be free for the holidays," you tell them. Jihyo quickly jumps on your cock as she's in desperate need of a vacation. "Yeah, let's share this cock," she says, then handing your shaft to Sejeong as the two kiss each other while licking your tip together and Eunbi licks your balls down low. "Oh my God," is all you can say with three girls fighting hard for your big cock.

"Stroke it, stroke it," you ask them as they jerk your cock off. Jihyo moves up and down your cock, letting Sejeong and Eunbi handle the jerkoff. All three girls are so strong and muscular that you fear your cock is going to snap in half with the way they jerk it so fast. "You really thought you could handle three of us?" Sejeong asks, bragging. No, you couldn't.

"I bet you didn't think you'd be working from home like this," Sejeong continues to say as Jihyo now is in your balls and Eunbi massages your prick. "Put it between your big tits," you tell them. The girls get very excited as soon as they hear those words. Jihyo quickly hits the inner side of her boobs on your shaft before letting Sejeong use her Samantha and Rachel to fuck and squeeze your cock while Eunbi spits on it to help with the grip and grabs the bottom of the shaft.

"Suck it, suck it," Sejeong tells Jihyo as she dives her head to taste your cock between Samantha and Rachel. "You want more?" Sejeong asks as Jihyo takes her place, moving her tits sideways before bouncing her body up and down really fast in a very aggressive tit-fucking and cock-sucking. Eunbi is next. "Oh my God, her tits are so fucking huge," an impressed Sejeong says. This time, you squeeze her eunbigs and fuck them yourself, pushing up and down her massive melons, Eunbi diving down to deepthroat your cock while you do it. "Ohhh, that's good; I think you deserve to sit on my dick again for this," you tell her.

Eunbi quickly follows it, and you go back to thrusting up and down her pussy. "Oh, that big dick looks so perfect inside me," she says while Jihyo and Sejeong watch and suck her tits and rub her clit. "Bounce, bounce," you order Eunbi, who starts grinding sideways before squatting on your dick. "Like that, like that," you approve of her. "Oh, I just love those big tits hitting my face," Jihyo says as Eunbi's bouncy boobs hit her, and she enjoys it.

"Your turn, Sejeong," Jihyo says. "Yes, give me your cock right there," Sejeong says and starts bouncing in her frenetic way. "OH, OH, SHIT, FUCK," you groan as Sejeong hits your cock very fast, Jihyo sucking Samantha and Eunbi massaging Rachel as they move up and down really hard. Sejeong keeps moving aggressively. "I'm so fucking wet," she says. "Rub her pussy," you tell the girls, Eunbi rising up to the task as Sejeong slowly loses her breath. "Nice and deep, nice and deep," she commands.

Sejeong moans as Eunbi massages her clit really hard, her legs trembling as she closes them and lets you pound her pussy while Jihyo and Eunbi suck Samantha and Rachel. "AHHHhhh FUCKKKK," an out-of-breath Sejeong still manages to scream. "Keep going, keep going," Jihyo and Eunbi tell you as their tongues get entertained with Samantha and Rachel while Sejeong cums all over your cock. "FUCKKKKK," the Gugudan girl screams as she squirts again.

"I think it's my time," Jihyo says as she cleans Sejeong's juices from your cock. "Come here," you tell Jihyo as Eunbi also fights for your attention and gets on all fours. "You want to stack?" Jihyo asks. "Nah, let's do something different: eat her cunt while I fuck you, bitch," you say to Jihyo, shoving Eunbi's ass in her face and then spreading her legs to fuck her. "AHHHHH FUCKKKK," Jihyo screams like a whore as you love it. "Yes, scream all over that pussy," you say to her as you relentlessly pound Jihyo's pussy while Eunbi grinds her ass in her face.

"YEAH, YEAH, FUCK, GIVE IT TO ME," Jihyo says as you. Fuck her while thumbing Eunbi's asshole, the former Iz*one member now leaning to eat Sejeong's pussy on the other side of the bed while resting her body on Jihyo's. "Oh my God, those big tits are right in my face," Jihyo says as Eunbi's boobs hit her forehead.

Jihyo is pounded hard as her body gets suffocated between yours and Eunbi's, who enjoys savoring Sejeong's pussy. You decided to savor Jihyo's yourself, all the while Eunbi sits on Jihyo's face, and she and Sejeong start scissoring each other and dumping their pussy juices on Jihyo's.

"I want to watch your pretty face while you cum," Eunbi says as she locks Jihyo's face between her legs. Despite her very tanned skin, Jihyo's face is now fully red as she's completely suffocated, Eunbi's clit right in her neck as the former Iz*one girl keeps squirting on her face while you keep pounding Jihyo. "AHHHHH, YEAHHHH, FUCKKKK, SHITTTT," Jihyo screams as she cums. "Good girl, that's so fucking hot," Eunbi says. You come to Jihyo's direction and suffocate her further, shoving your cock in her mouth with Sejeong's help for her to taste her own juices.

Jihyo coughs on your cock and then eats Eunbi's pussy while massaging her tits, enjoying more juices in her face while Sejeong bobs her head on your cock for another round. "Oh shit," you groan, already close to cumming but still holding it. But before that, you put Eunbi's face down and her ass up, fucking her pussy under the watch of a wasted Jihyo. "OH MY GOD," Eunbi moans as you pump her pussy like crazy. "Oh yeah, hit it deep in my fucking pussy like that," Eunbi says.

"Stick it all the way down in her pussy," Jihyo says. "That's so fucking hot," Sejeong completes as both enjoy Eunbi getting pounded and lubricate your cock with their spit while also licking Eunbi's butthole. Jihyo is a mad girl, almost as if she's looking for revenge on Eunbi to suffocate her moments ago. Eunbi closes her eyes and opens her moaning mouth, getting close to cumming again as Jihyo and Sejeong keep licking her fuckholes. "AHHHH, FUCK," she moans.

You get on top of Eunbi as Jihyo slides her face just below you to lick your asshole and balls. "Oh my God," Eunbi moans as she feels you pumping her even harder while your ass rubs all over Jihyo's slutty face. "OH GOD," Eunbi moans as she's also very close to getting wasted.

"On your knees, bring your pretty face," you orient Jihyo. "Come here, bring your fucking pussy," you say to Eunbi. You dig your fingers inside Eunbi's cunt, and Jihyo already knows what's coming. "Yes, please, that's what I fucking want: make her fucking squirt all over my face," she begs as your hands get deeper and deeper in Eunbi's pussy. "AHHHHHH," Eunbi screams as she starts to squirt. "I fucking love that," Jihyo says, licking Eunbi's squirting pussy.

"Stay there; there is more coming," you say to Jihyo as Eunbi kneels and turns around, squirting all over Jihyo. "OH MY GODDDD," Eunbi screams as her cunt gets juiced, with Jihyo tasting it and rubbing some of it in her boobs.

As both girls play with each other and Eunbi keeps squirting on Jihyo's face, you turn your attention to Sejeong for a grand finale, mounting her in a prone bone position and pressing her Samantha and Rachel against the bedsheets. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," the Gugugan girl moans. You then switch to the same position you fucked Jihyo and Eunbi before, giving Sejeong the rough missionary legs-pressed-on-tits treatment.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," Sejeong screams as she gets drilled hard; on the other side of the bed, Jihyo licks Eunbi's pussy; soon, you're pile-driving Sejeong, her big tits hitting her face at each thrust you give her. Jihyo chills in and massages and sucks Samantha; Eunbi takes Rachel as you spread Sejeong's legs and destroy her pussy. "I'M GONNA CUM, I'M GONNA CUM, I'M GONNA CUM," she says as she squirts on your cock.

Jihyo licks the juices of her best friend as you lay back in the bed. "Come here, make me cum," you order the girls. Sejeong tastes herself and jerks your cock off as Jihyo dives into your balls. "Give us that fucking cum; that's what we want," Eunbi says.

"Let's milk that cock with our milkers," Jihyo suggests. Soon, your cock disappears under three pairs of big tits, all of them squeezing it hard as they rub against each other and move up and down your shaft. "Oh, oh, oh, oh," you start groaning, sensing that you're going to burst at any second. Ditto. Your cock explodes all over the mommy milkers of Jihyo, Sejeong, and Eunbi, covering them with your white milk for each girl to lick and taste.

"That's so much cum, I think we need to head back to the shower," Jihyo says. Eunbi and Sejeong follow her while you stay on your bed, trying to process what just happened as the girls laugh and taste your cum from their big boobs. "That was quite a workout," Eunbi says.

The girls head to the shower, rubbing their big tits against each other. As you watch them pour shampoo all over their boobs, you give them one final condition.

"I'll give you three a holiday vacation, but first I need to do one more thing to those sexy bodies," you tell them.

"What?" Jihyo says.

"This," you answer as your cock starts peeing all over Jihyo's tits. Sejeong and Eunbi also receive a hot dose of piss to clean their big tits. Soon, you move your cock upwards and feed their throats with the golden liquid. Lucky for them, you have enough in the tank to pee for a whole minute, meaning each girl gets a healthy load of piss in their mouths.

"That was so hot," Jihyo says as she gargles the piss and swallows. "I think more girls are going to want some of that home office. boss, would you mind if you worked again tomorrow?" Eunbi asks.

"Who else?" you ask.

"How about my other friend? She also got some big tits," Sejeong says, showing you a picture of Somi.

Eunbi raises an eyebrow, with the moderate interest of someone who knows this is going to be good. "Oh, Mina, the embodiment of perfection... at least according to herself."

Somi nearly chokes with laughter. "Yes! And can you believe her boyfriend dumped her to date her younger sister?!" She drops the news as if she’s revealing the biggest scandal of the week, which, for their circle, might just be.

Eunbi stifles a laugh, which turns into a rather sadistic smile. "Of course, because obviously the only way to escape that arrogance was... to dive headfirst into an even bigger mess. Congrats to him for making the dumbest choice available."

Somi slaps Eunbi’s arm, laughing. "The worst part is, apparently the sister thought it was cute that he tattooed her name on his arm. Cheap tattoo, mind you. And, of course, she fell for him right then and there. Because nothing says 'I love you' like a bad tattoo."

Eunbi grimaces, shaking her head. "A name tattoo is like signing a contract with disaster. But hey, everyone does what they can with the little brain they have, right?"

They burst into laughter again, the kind of shared humor only longtime friends can appreciate — especially when they’re mocking someone they never really liked. The sound echoes through the apartment, and for a moment, it’s almost like they’re back in the days when their biggest worry was deciding which nail polish to wear that week.

Somi finally catches her breath and looks at Eunbi with a softer expression. “But seriously... you’re glowing, you know? You’ve got such amazing energy! Way different from the last time we talked, when you were, like, at rock bottom with the whole unemployment thing.”

Eunbi feels her stomach churn slightly. Ah, rock bottom. What dark times those were (three months ago). Until she turned things around, of course, but by means Somi can’t — and shouldn’t — know about. Eunbi plays with her hair, as if she can brush away the discomfort with the gesture. “Ah, you know... things have gotten better. Lucky for me, my roommate is super smart.”

Somi narrows her eyes, curious. “Smart how? Did he help you get a new job or something?”

Eunbi tries not to sweat. She can’t exactly admit that her current 'job' involves cameras, masks, and an eager audience hungry for more content. So, the lie flows, smooth as oil. “Oh, you know, he’s into all that nerdy stuff. Investments, bitcoins, NFTs... those complicated things only weirdos understand. He’s been covering the bills for now.”

Somi looks at Eunbi, genuinely impressed. “Wow, you really lucked out! A rich nerdy roommate. Sounds like one of those cliché romances.”

Eunbi lets out a nervous smile. “Yeah, it was a good roll of the dice.” Before Somi can start connecting dots or asking more complicated questions, Eunbi quickly decides to steer the conversation in a different direction. “But enough about that. Now that I have more time, I’m thinking of going back to the gym. What do you think about us going together? Like, a triumphant return to the fitness life.”

Somi almost spills her tea in excitement. “You? The gym? I’m shocked!! But seriously, that’s awesome! What gave you the sudden motivation?”

Eunbi smiles, satisfied to have shifted the topic to safer ground. “Oh, you know... health, staying in shape, that kind of thing. And now that I’ve got more free time, I’ve got no excuses, right?”

Of course, the real reason for the new gym routine was less noble and more... vain. Keeping that ‘porn goddess body’ requires work, after all. The cameras don’t lie, but they definitely have their preferences. And Eunbi was determined to live up to those expectations — hers, the fans’, and anyone else willing to pay to watch.

Somi gets excited about the idea, clapping her hands animatedly. “I LOVE this! Finally, a gym buddy! We can even take those post-workout selfies, you know? Like, ‘no pain, no gain.’ It’s going to be great!”

Eunbi laughs, already picturing herself doing squats while Somi films her for Instagram. “It’ll be fun. My goal will be to get abs like yours.”

The conversation flows smoothly, with occasional laughs and sharp gossip, until the apartment door opens and you walk in, as usual, a bit clumsy, unaware that you’re interrupting the gathering. Somi turns her head to look at you, surprised but with her usual friendly, easy smile.

“Hey! Long time no see!” She gets up to greet you while you try to force a tired smile and give her a quick hug. Not that you don’t like Somi; she’s great, really, but she always brings this certain energy that leaves you feeling slightly... drained. The kind of person who could empty the battery of an entire room just by showing up.

“How’s it going?” you ask, trying to be polite as you prepare to escape to your room.

Somi responds with the same enthusiasm as always. “Everything’s great! And you? I haven’t seen you in ages!”

“Ah, I’m good too. Make yourselves at home, don’t mind me, I’m just heading to my cave,” you say, and with that, you finally make your way to your room.

Barely closing the door, Somi, who never misses an opportunity, turns to Eunbi with a curious gleam in her eye.

“So, has he been bringing a lot of girls around here?”

Eunbi lets out a theatrical sigh, as if the question were more ridiculous than it actually was. “Thank God, no. He’s always been pretty chill, actually. More of a stay-at-home, play-video-games type than the ‘hook up with everyone’ kind.”

Somi crosses her arms, a thoughtful expression on her face. “Really? That’s funny. He’s cute. And I always thought cute guys were taken. What a waste.”

Eunbi tries to keep her composure, but something about Somi finding you cute bothers her. Not that she’s jealous. Obviously not! But hearing Somi compliment you... well, let’s just say it’s irritating. “Yeah, he’s cute. But anyway, back to the topic... the gym, right? I think I’ll start tomorrow.”

“Great! The gym I go to is amazing, you’ll love it.”

Eunbi smiles, satisfied with the sudden shift in conversation, and decides to change the course even further.

"By the way, I’ve always wanted to ask you something, Somi... have you ever been with a girl?"

Somi almost breaks the cookie she was about to eat. She blinks, processing the question. “Uh... like, kissed?”

Eunbi shrugs. “Kissed, hooked up, anything. Has it ever happened?”

Somi, still a bit taken aback, furrows her brow. “Ah, kissing, sure. Everyone’s kissed a friend after a few drinks, right? It’s like a friendship ritual.”

Eunbi lets out a little laugh. “So, just a kiss then? Nothing more?”

Now, Somi’s completely intrigued. She places her teacup carefully on the coffee table, as if she’s about to disarm a bomb. “Well... I’ve never slept with a girl, if that’s what you’re asking.”

Eunbi continues to probe. “And... would you try it?”

She pauses, looking at Eunbi more intently now, as if trying to catch the hidden subtext in the question. Then, connecting some dots, maybe a bit hastily, she smiles slightly. “Wait... are you suggesting that—”

But before Somi can finish her sentence, Eunbi waves her hand, as if shooing away a bunch of unwanted thoughts. “No, no! Nothing like that. I’m not suggesting anything. I was just curious.”

Somi laughs, but there’s a faint thread of tension in the air now, something light, something that wasn’t there before. “Oh, okay. Because, you know, I wouldn’t judge if you were thinking about it. I mean, you’re gorgeous, I’m gorgeous... It wouldn’t exactly be a tragedy.”

Eunbi gives a short, controlled laugh, like someone who needs to keep the train on the tracks. “I know, but that’s not it. I was just asking.”

Somi relaxes, but the mischievous look doesn’t fade. “Ah, got it. Just checking if the hot friend’s into girl-on-girl stuff. Sure, makes sense. Now tell me, what about you? Ever been with a girl?”

“Well... like you, I’ve kissed some friends a few times, you know, those party moments when everyone’s drunk and hyped. But I never... went beyond that, you know?”

Somi puts on a fake dramatic act, clutching her chest like she's deeply offended. "What? You've kissed other friends but never me? And here I thought our friendship was special!"

Eunbi, with the calm of someone who always has an answer ready, shrugs. "Well, we could change that right now, if you want."

Somi raises an eyebrow, surprised, but a smile begins to form on her lips. "Are you serious?"

Eunbi simply nods. "Why not? Friends do these things, right?"

If this were a book, this would be the moment when the reader holds their breath, eagerly anticipating what's next.

Then, without much fuss, Somi gives a mischievous smile, and they both lean forward until their lips touch in a quick, simple kiss. No drama, no complications. Just a brief moment, but with an underlying tension neither of them will admit to.

When they pull away, Eunbi smiles like she just checked off something from her to-do list.

"There. Now you're part of the exclusive group of friends I've kissed."

Somi laughs, raising her cup of tea. "Wow, what an honor. Let's toast to that."

Eunbi raises hers too, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "To open friendships."

They clink their cups, the sound echoing through the room, and the atmosphere relaxes again, as if nothing unusual just happened.

—

[12:03 AM]

Yujin: Heyyyy Rubydden! 🖤✨ Saw your sextape, girl, you SLAYED! Congrats!

[12:07 AM]

Rubydden: Omg, thanksss! I was so nervous, you have no idea 😳

[12:08 AM]

Yujin: Nervous? Pff, no way. You looked super natural. You’ve got that je ne sais quoi. Like... I dunno, a mix of dominatrix and Instagram fairy, you know?

[12:09 AM]

Rubydden: 😂😂 What a description! Now I gotta add that to my bio. But seriously, I loved what you do too. I watched some of your vids and I was like... wow ❤️🔥

[12:11 AM]

Yujin: Some? Haha, liar, bet you binged them all 😏

[12:15 AM]

Rubydden: Well... maybe five or six 😅

---

[10:35 AM]

Yujin: Look, I'm gonna be blunt... I got off to your titjob. That was AVN Awards level 🥵💦

[10:36 AM]

Rubydden: 😳 Omg! Wasn’t expecting that. Now I’m blushing

[10:37 AM]

Yujin: You're a goddess, Rubydden. That close-up on your boobs... girl, perfection!!

[10:38 AM]

Rubydden: Haha, I thought the same about you when I saw that video of you making yourself squirt... hard to forget

[10:39 AM]

Yujin: Haha perfect! But seriously, that titjob you did... I had to grab a vibrator because it was sooo hot 🔥

[10:40 AM]

Rubydden: OMG, really?! I'm feeling flattered now 🙈

[10:41 AM]

Yujin: Of course!! I’m not gonna lie, you and your guy have crazy chemistry. Ever tried a threesome?

[10:42 AM]

Rubydden: Never tried, actually. But I've always been curious... 🤔 Why, got something in mind?

[10:44 AM]

Yujin: Girl, if you haven't tried it, you're missing out, seriously. I've done it a few times and, for real, it’s amazing. Now, imagine this: me, you, and your guy in a video. It'd break the internet!!

[10:46 AM]

Rubydden: Wow... That definitely sounds like something to think about. I guess I'd have to talk to him first, right?

[10:47 AM]

Yujin: For sure, for sure! But think about it seriously, okay? We could make something super sensual, something that would drive the audience wild. Plus, it’d be a lot of fun 😉

[10:49 AM]

Rubydden: Haha, gosh, I'm nervous just thinking about it. But I won’t lie... the idea is tempting

[10:50 AM]

Yujin: Trust me, girl. It’s gonna be an experience you won’t forget. And, obviously, who could forget you after that?

—

You’re sitting in Eunbi’s room, her laptop open on the desk in front of you, your eyes skimming over the messages again and again. That dialogue on the screen doesn’t just surprise you, it throws you into a world you didn’t even know existed a few months ago.

Yujin?

Collab?

A threesome?

Eunbi, standing beside you, looks at you like she’s already made up her mind. To her, this is just another chance to go viral again. "So?" she says, tapping your shoulder lightly, a carefree smile on her face. "What do you think?"

You swallow hard, the words getting stuck in your throat. "I... I don’t know what to say."

She frowns a little, but still in a playful way, like she’s hearing someone complain about being hot in the summer. "Oh, you never know what to say. Relax. It’s not that complicated." And then, with a twinkle in her eye: "Yujin's hot, right? And she's got millions of followers. If we do this, it’s gonna be huge. Like, huge."

"It’s not that," you mumble, trying to form something coherent, but all logic seems to slip away from you like sand through your fingers. "I mean, it’s just... all of this... it’s so new."

She lets out a soft laugh, like she was expecting exactly that. "Of course it’s new. I still remember us sitting on the couch freaking out, thinking we’d get evicted from our apartment. Everything’s happening so fast, but look where we are now!" She picks up her phone, scrolling through Yujin’s photo gallery, clearly much more comfortable with the idea than you are.

"But I don’t even... know if I want to do this," you admit, trying to understand why your voice sounds so small in this conversation when you should be shouting HEY, I LOVE YOU, CAN WE TALK ABOUT US?!

"It’s okay to not want to... right now," she replies, still half-distracted as she shows you another picture of Yujin, this one even more provocative. "But seriously, look at this. Us and her? It’s gonna break the internet. And you’d be the luckiest guy in the world." She says it like she’s pitching the latest smartphone, full of perks and no downsides.

"I’m not sure ‘lucky’ is the word I’d use," you laugh awkwardly. How do you explain that, in your head, luck would be getting to take her out to dinner, with no cameras or masks in the way?

She frowns, clearly not understanding why you’re not jumping at the idea. "Okay, then what’s the problem?"

Inside, the knot of emotions keeps growing. You’re still trying to process the fact that you’re falling for your best friend. The girl you’ve always shared everything with, who stood by your side through the tough early days of adulthood. You two share something special... but she doesn’t seem to see it the same way. She’s caught up in the work, the followers, the rising fame.

And you?

You’re caught up in the feeling of falling in love with someone who might only see you as a tool for her career.

You open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out, and all you can manage is a frustrated sigh.

"I’ll... think about it, okay?"

She gives you a quick hug, like you’ve just agreed to go to her Barbie-themed party. "Relax, it’s gonna be amazing, you’ll see. We’re doing so well! Maybe, when things calm down, we can even take a trip, just the two of us. What do you think?"

You allow yourself a small smile.

A trip, just the two of you?

That sounds almost... romantic.

"Yeah... that sounds nice."

"Yes! I was thinking maybe the Swiss Alps, how about that? Us in a cozy little cabin, snow falling outside, a fireplace burning... perfect, right?" She looks at you, her eyes shining with the idea. For a brief moment, you imagine the two of you together, far away from everything, just enjoying each other’s company. Damn, that would be perfect.

But, of course, Eunbi continues: "And we could shoot a video there! Imagine, us having sex in front of the fireplace, with the snow falling outside... it’d go viral."

You roll your eyes and take a deep breath. Of course.

Because in the end, that’s what it all boils down to. The romance fades faster than your desire to keep this conversation going.

—

You're lying on the couch, engrossed in your book, when you hear the apartment door open. Eunbi had gone out to pick up a package, and you were already used to her dramatic entrances. But the excitement with which she bursts through the door this time makes you suspicious of what on earth is in that box. It could contain anything from a toaster to a new vibrator powerful enough to emit sound waves detectable by a hydrophone at the bottom of the ocean.

“So, what’d you get this time?” you ask without looking up from your book.

“Oh, you'll find out soon enough,” she replies in a voice full of secrets.

You raise an eyebrow but go back to your book. “Right. Whatever it is, I hope it doesn’t explode.”

She disappears into the bedroom, and for a second, everything returns to normal. You almost convince yourself it’s nothing to worry about… until hours later, when another door opens again, this time with the subtlety of a hurricane. And who enters the room is… well, Eunbi, but a version of her that looks like she just walked out of a weird fanfic written by someone with way too much time on their hands.

She’s wearing a schoolgirl skirt that honestly makes you question the sanity of fashion designers and a baby tee she probably last wore many years ago.

You look at her, half incredulous, half amused, and can’t help but laugh. “Okay, what the hell is that?”

Eunbi spins around like a runway model, making the skirt dangerously twirl. “My new costume! For the next video, obviously.”

You tilt your head, a bit cynical. “What video?”

“I mean, our video,” she corrects. “We’re gonna do a roleplay. I’m the younger sister, and you’re the older brother.”

What?

You frown.

“Wait, what?”

But she moves closer, sitting beside you, her hand strategically landing on your thigh. And it’s that kind of hand slide that makes your neurons scream to ignore it, but of course, your body had already betrayed you the second she walked into the room in that… outfit. Now you start to understand that the mysterious box might have had something to do with this transformation.

“I’m going to be your stepsister,” she begins, while her fingers trace slow circles on your leg, “and our parents aren’t home... and I want to show you something. Something I just discovered, you know, like… sex.”

“Oh, sure. Sex,” you say, as if it’s the most revolutionary concept you’ve ever heard. “Because that’s what every little sister does, right?”

She either ignores the sarcasm or just doesn’t care. “Exactly! Oh, and of course, it won't be anything too scripted, we'll just feel the vibe and improvise. It’s going to be our best video yet. It’ll have that… forbidden touch, you know?”

You lean back on the bed, trying to figure out a way out of this. “So… like… can I finish my book first?”

Her eyes gleam with pure determination as she leans in closer, her hand now dangerously high on your thigh. “You can finish later. This will be quick.”

You had spent the last few days deciding that, no, this was too much, that you weren’t going to have sex with Eunbi just to create content anymore. Boundaries, you told yourself. Self-respect. You were more than that, right? You were going to set limits, be firm...

But now, with her hand so close to something that does not respect any rational decision, those words start to feel distant.

Then she delivers the final blow, the argument that should be illegal in any discussion. “And, look, it’ll be my first anal. You’ll get to fuck my ass. And, to make it better, I’ll let you come inside.”

Your synapses short-circuit. All those mature reflections about feelings and dignity… vanish. The decision you had sworn to keep firm just... dies. Just like that.

Her hand is already on your cock, and of course, it’s already rock-hard. Not that you have much of a choice at this point. Your body had already made the decision for you.

“It’ll be fun,” she says with a slight tease, her fingers now playing with your erection. “And I promise I’ll make you feel... very good.”

You try, by some miracle, to keep your composure. “Okay, but... shouldn’t we have, like, talked about this first?”

She looks at you with an expression that clearly says: Are we really having this conversation right now? “The only thing we need to talk about is how much you want to fuck my ass.”

You let out a sigh—whether of surrender, desire, or just because you’re an idiot, you’re not sure.

But deep down, you knew you were defeated the moment she walked into the room wearing that damned skirt.

Of all the absurd decisions you’ve made, this is probably the most obvious one. With your mind utterly overwhelmed by a mix of desire and confusion, you heard yourself saying yes before you had time to process anything more rational—like, for instance, no.

Eunbi smiles as if she's about to invite you to play house, but a version that would never be allowed on any playground. She bounces off the mattress, as if the thrill of seeing you sink into this pit of poor decisions is a small personal victory, and rushes to the bedroom. You hear the sound of boxes being rummaged through. She comes back with a mask and the camera. Your camera, which, let’s be honest, she practically stole from you a long time ago.

"Here," she says, handing you the equipment with a sparkle in her eyes. "Now I’m going to redo the entrance," she continues, already in full actress mode, putting the mask on, "but this time, you’re going to be my older brother, and I’ll be your... well, you already know."

You sigh, half-amused, half-resigned, but lie down on the bed as instructed, slightly frustrated to give up something important to do... this—and yes, you did consider finishing that book important—but, if we're being honest, resisting Eunbi was like trying to hold water in your hands.

You turn on the TV, something generic is on, maybe a show about giant cakes, which, of course, doesn’t match what’s about to happen. You press the record button on the camera.

And this is how it begins:

The bedroom door opens, and there she is, the personification of every possible cliché of fantasies that shouldn’t exist. A schoolgirl skirt that’s way too short, a baby tee that only someone with questionable taste would consider appropriate for anyone past puberty, and a walk that was almost a caricature. But the strangest thing was how much she had changed. It wasn’t just the outfit. It was everything: the posture, the gestures, even the expression on her face. When she approaches and says, “Hey, big brother,” the voice is so sweet it’s almost sickening.

Pure poisoned sugar.

You glance at her as she sits at the edge of the bed, the camera strategically positioned to film from the neck down, focusing on that damned tight baby tee that accentuates her breasts. “Hey,” you reply, casually.

“Parents are gone,” she announces, sitting beside you on the bed. You mutter something vague in response, more focused on surviving the scene than keeping up the act.

“Remember what dad said before he left?” she asks, with that voice that sounds like it’s meant to sell children’s toys or, in this case, sell the idea of something entirely different.

You nod absentmindedly. “Sure, take care of the house. And you.”

She smiles. But it’s not an innocent smile.

No, definitely not.

"Exactly. And I was thinking… shouldn’t you, like, take care of me now?"

“Hmm, take care of you... how?”

She smiles again, and the insinuation in her voice is so heavy it could sink a ship. "I discovered something. Something people do to feel good. And I think we should try it."

You try to fake indifference, which, of course, doesn’t help at all. "Oh yeah? What’s that?"

She leans in a little more, almost whispering. "The man puts the, um, what’s it called? Penis! That’s it! The man puts the penis into... the vagina... I think that’s it. He puts the penis in the woman’s vagina. That makes them feel good." She pauses, watching your reaction. “I want to try that with you.”

You almost choke on your own saliva.

"What? Who told you that?"

She shrugs, like it’s the most normal thing in the world. "Saw it on the internet."

Ah, of course. The internet. The vast well of wisdom and depravity.

Before you could come up with a reasonable excuse to cut this strange performance—something like ‘I can’t do this, sorry’ or ‘please, I just want to finish my book’—her hand was already on your cock. And, to be fair, that’s exactly what your brain didn’t need at that moment.

“Hey, what are you doing now?” you ask, more because you felt you should say something than because you really wanted an answer.

“Let me see your dick, brother,” she said, as if asking to see the TV remote. “Please, please, please!”

"I can't show you that," you retorted, in vain.

She frowned, but in a mischievous way. “I’ll show you what’s under my panties if you show me your dick.”

And, of course, her next move was to part her leg and lift her skirt, revealing the most enticing panties anyone could imagine—pink, with little animal prints, the full provocation package.

Your self-control—or what was left of it—flew out the window. She kept pressing on your dick over your pants, and finally, you gave in. "Alright, alright."

“Yaaay!!”

Eunbi took on the role with an almost disturbing enthusiasm. When you finally gave in and let her pull down your pants, her eyes lit up with exaggerated curiosity, as if she was dealing with something mysterious, incomprehensible, and worthy of scientific study. She looked at your cock like it was a particularly intriguing puzzle—one to be solved not with logic, but with her hands.

"Wow..." she murmured, her words filled with rehearsed admiration. Her fingertips brushed against the warm skin, exploring as if it was the first time she had ever touched a cock. She giggled and, with a touch that was almost innocent (if it weren’t so provocative), started handling it like she was investigating the workings of a new toy.

“It’s... so big!” The words came out with an overly exaggerated tone of surprise.

You tried to maintain some semblance of indifference, but it was like trying to keep a dam intact in the middle of a hurricane. "Careful there," you said, your voice already tense, feeling every light touch as if your cock was now in the hands of an inexperienced mechanic unsure of how to proceed.

She used both hands, holding it with a curiosity that seemed clumsy but intentionally sensual. “Why is it like this? Like, hard... but the skin’s soft at the same time?” The question was so simple, almost comical in its innocence, that you couldn’t hold back a nervous laugh.

“That’s how it works,” you muttered, the effort to keep your head in the game becoming harder as her hands slid more confidently. She squeezed a little more, testing different ways to hold it, as if searching for the perfect grip, her short nails brushing the sensitive skin in a way that made you squirm.

“And these balls down here?” She looked at them with genuine curiosity, playing with your balls, her gaze still so inquisitive that it almost made you laugh again. “What are they for? Do they get hard too?”

“No...” you took a deep breath, trying to explain without completely losing your composure. “I mean, they can get a little hard when they’re full... They’re… sensitive , just... don’t mess with them too much.”

She laughed, clearly amused by the reaction she was provoking. Her touch grew bolder as she became more familiar with what she was doing, running her hands along the entire length, holding your balls with a mix of care and silly curiosity, like she was weighing something valuable. “Oh, so the balls are sensitive...” she teased, laughing mischievously. "I’ll be careful."

She wasn’t, of course. Her touch, though clumsy for the character, was becoming more precise, more intentional. She knew exactly what she was doing, even if the role demanded a forced innocence.

"Can I... try something?" she asked, lying under your legs, her face so close to your dick that you could feel her warm breath on the tip.

"Try what?"

It was an unnecessary question because the answer was already written between the two of you in bold letters. She knew. You knew. Everyone—including the audience watching this later—knew.

“Can I... lick it?” she asked with the same sweetness as someone asking to taste a piece of candy. She tilted her head, her eyes big and bright behind the mask, and without waiting for an answer, lowered her head and gave a timid lick, almost as if she was testing the taste.

You took a deep breath, your muscles tensing involuntarily. "Go ahead..."

She started licking with small, experimental touches, giggling with each new move as if she was genuinely enjoying herself. "It tastes kind of... salty," she commented, like she was talking about a new gourmet ice cream. She laughed again, licking once more, this time with more intention, running her tongue from the base to the tip with an almost disturbing concentration. "Is that good for you?"

"Fuck yes," you responded, trying to control the moan already escaping your throat.

“Then I’ll keep going...” she murmured, smiling satisfied with herself, like a good sister just wanting to make her older brother feel good.

Her movements were a strange, seductive mix of rehearsed hesitation and almost genuine curiosity. The tip of her tongue traced small lines along your skin, up and down, almost like she was discovering a new flavor. She giggled between licks, which for some reason only made the situation hotter. With each touch, the heat in your body intensified.

“You really like this, huh?” she asked with a feigned innocence that you knew was part of the act, but it didn’t make the situation any less provocative. The way she spoke, as if asking an everyday question, contrasted deliciously with the explicit nature of what she was doing.

You let out a low moan, struggling to maintain some control over the situation. “It’s... incredible,” you replied, your voice already shaky.

She paused for a moment, her eyes shining with interest, as if analyzing the situation from a new angle. “So... if this makes you feel so good, what’s the best part?” The question came with that unsettling curiosity of wanting to learn more, wanting to be better at making her brother happy.

You try to stay focused, fighting the urge to just drop the camera and use both hands to make her gag on your dick. But no, she wanted it to be a game, she wanted it slow—you both had roles to play. "The tip," you said, vaguely pointing to the most sensitive part of your dick. “The tip is... where you should focus more.”

Eunbi raised an eyebrow, amusement clear on her face. "The tip?" She looked at your dick with the same exaggerated fascination, her lips moving slowly as she considered the new challenge. "Okay, big brother... If that’s what will make you feel better."

She leaned her head closer, her gaze fixed on the tip of your dick, like she was about to solve a Rubik’s cube. And then, with calculated slowness, she wrapped her lips around the head, giving a light suck, as if tasting something for the first time.

You couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped your lips. The touch of her soft lips, combined with the light pressure of the suction, was simply electrifying. And she seemed to love the reaction she provoked, laughing softly as she continued, her movements increasing in intensity.

“Like this, is it good?” she asked, her voice slightly muffled, as she kept the tip of your dick in her mouth. With each word, the vibration made you lose more and more control.

"Keep going... just like that... it's really good," you managed to say, the words escaping with difficulty. She gave a low, satisfied laugh before going back to what she was doing, now using her tongue to explore the tip with even more curiosity. She swirls her tongue in slow, teasing circles, gently increasing the pressure before relaxing, repeating the motion as if she's experiencing something new each time.

"It's kind of weird," she says suddenly, pulling her mouth away for a second to catch her breath but keeping her hand firmly around your cock, playing with the base like it's something she just learned to use. "But in a good way, you know? Like... kind of funny."

"There's nothing funny about this," you say, almost laughing but trying to keep your composure. "Just... keep doing what you were doing."

She smiles, that mischievous smile that shows she knows exactly what she's doing. "Okay, okay... I'll be a good sister, I promise." And with that, she puts the tip of your cock back in her mouth, now with more determination, sucking with a steady rhythm that makes your whole body react.

You and the camera watch everything, your mind torn between the rising lust and the surrealness of the situation. The way she slips into the role, playing with the idea of being a little sister "discovering" something so dangerous and exciting, only heightens the effect. She sucks the tip with absurd concentration, as if each movement were a new step in a forbidden game.

She pulls the cock out of her mouth again, her hands still busy, and looks at you, eyes gleaming with excitement that comes more from the game than the act itself. "Do you want me to keep going like this? Or should I do something else? I... I can learn quickly, you know."

"So, remember the balls? You can suck them too. I’ll like that a lot."

"You said they’re sensitive, right?" Her voice has that exaggerated tone of curiosity, like she's playing a little sister who wants to learn everything, absolutely everything. "What do I do with these... little balls?"

You, already sunk into the role she’s forcing on you, struggle to keep your voice steady. "Yeah... yes. They’re... sensitive. You can... suck them too. But, carefully."

She raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Suck? Like I did with your cock?"

You nod, the words almost slipping. "Yes. But... slower, okay?"

"Mmm, got it!" she murmurs in a devilishly sweet voice. "I'll take care of you, just like you take care of me."

She lowers her head further, moving slowly down to your balls, as if she’s deliberating her next move. She gives them another lick, experimental and almost casual, like she’s licking a popsicle in front of the TV on a Saturday afternoon, and not your body.

"Like this?" Her voice is loaded with fake innocence, but the mischievous smile on her lips leaves no doubt that Eunbi knows exactly what she’s doing. "Or should I be a bit... more careful?"

You swallow hard. "That’s it, just… a little slower..."

She giggles again, that light laugh that makes it seem like you’re really playing make-believe. But, obviously, what she’s doing is far from that. She tilts her head more and begins licking your balls slowly, this time without hesitation, but still with that touch of exaggerated curiosity.

"It's funny," she comments between licks. "I didn’t know they could get harder." With each word, she lets her tongue glide smoothly over the sensitive skin, teasing in a way that makes everything feel like one big game.

You can barely think of a coherent response. "Yeah... the more you play with the balls, the 'harder' they get," is all you can say, trying to maintain some control while her head moves between the base of your cock and your balls, like she’s deciding which part she likes best.

Then she looks up again, as if a brilliant idea just struck her. "What if I suck it all at once? Do you think I can fit it all in my mouth?"

"Yes... go ahead, try..."

And she does, enveloping your balls with her mouth slowly and carefully, almost with that rehearsed sweetness, like an obedient little sister.

"Am I doing well?" she asks in that sweet little voice, her words muffled as she continues playing with your balls, moving her head side to side, as if she’s, once again, testing the limits of what she can do.

You almost laugh, but it’s a forced laugh, the kind you make when you’ve been taken to a place where reason was lost long ago. "You’re such a good girl!"

She smiles, satisfied. "I want to be the best little sister in the world!"

"Okay, if you really want to be the best little sister in the world, then do as you promised and show me what’s under your panties, alright?" you ask, knowing it’s best to stop for now, or the video will end in just a blowjob.

She obediently stands up, unbuttoning her skirt with deliberate slowness, almost ceremoniously. You get rid of your pants and boxers for good and sit on the edge of the bed. She lets the fabric slide down her thighs to the floor, revealing pink panties. It doesn’t help that she seems genuinely excited about it, like she’s playing with something her parents didn’t allow.

"Do you like it?" she asks, turning slightly to show off the pink panties decorated with little animals and bows on the sides.

You clear your throat, trying to keep your composure, which is a colossal challenge considering the scene. "It’s... yeah, it’s nice."

"Nice?" She pretends to be offended, crossing her arms over her chest. "These panties are cute. I chose them especially for my brother." She emphasizes the ‘brother’ with a tone that should be sweet but only manages to sound dangerously suggestive.

"Sure, sure," you reply, looking away for a second, as if that would help you escape the trap. "Cute."

With an even wider smile, she slowly lowers her panties, revealing her already wet pussy. The ‘little stepsister’ looks at you with a rehearsed expression of pure innocence. "Huh? Why... is it so wet?"

You take a deep breath, knowing that any answer to that question will only dig you deeper. But like any protagonist in a story who’s clearly made the worst decision, you answer: "It’s because... you like me. Your body reacts like that when you... really like someone."

She ponders for a second, as if she’s considering this revelation for the first time. "Ah... that makes sense. I do really like you, you know?"

"Yeah... I like you a lot too," you murmur, as if that would help keep things within some kind of boundary.

"So," she continues, her eyes fixed on yours, "what do we do now, brother? How are you going to take care of me?"

You try to keep your voice calm, even though you know it’s quickly becoming impossible. "Why don’t you start... touching your pussy? Slowly. Just to see how it feels."

She seems surprised, but excited by the suggestion. Slowly, her fingers begin to descend, gliding over her soft skin until they reach her wet pussy. And the moans start, first light, then becoming continuous, accompanied by a smile that drives you crazy.

"Like this?" she asks, her voice dripping with fake sweetness.

"Yes, exactly like that," you reply, your voice a little rougher than you’d like, slowly stroking your cock while you film and watch the scene.

She continues, her fingers still timid, almost hesitant, like she’s discovering a new toy and doesn’t know exactly how to use it. She bites her lower lip, clearly enjoying her own curiosity, but you notice that something... is missing.

"No, no... this way it won’t be as good," you say, trying to sound instructional, which is a colossal challenge given the situation. "Let me show you a better way."

She stops, her eyes blinking at you with a mix of surprise and excitement. "Show me? Like... you’re going to teach me, big brother?" She smiles like she’s learning to do homework, except the ‘lesson’ at hand is far from academic.

"Yes... that’s it, I’ll show you. Trust me. Lie down on my bed and open your legs."

You stand up as she does what you asked, her legs slowly spreading to give you full access. With a sigh, you slide your hand between her thighs, your fingers lightly brushing her warm, damp pussy.

She trembles slightly at the touch, letting out a soft moan. "What are you going to do...?"

"Just relax, okay? You'll feel much more pleasure that way," you respond, still in 'older brother instructing' mode, because somehow that twisted logic makes sense right now.

Your fingers find her clit, and you start making slow circles, pressing just the right way—the way you know will make her writhe with pleasure. And, as expected, her moans intensify, her hips moving involuntarily against your hand.

"Ah... this is... so much better," she whispers, her eyes half-closed, her voice now more drawn out, almost surprised at the intensity of what she's feeling. "This feels so good, you're making me feel so good!" She arches her back, getting more lost in the touch, her hands squeezing her breasts, still covered by the baby tee, her moans echoing through the room. "This... this is incredible," she breathes between sighs. "Do it again, brother. Do it like that."

You comply, your fingers now firmer, exploring the small spasms of her body, each touch precise to make her feel more, to make her moan louder. Her breathing becomes ragged, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, and for a moment, the absurd theatrics of the situation disappear, replaced by a raw, physical connection.

"You like that, don’t you?" you ask, knowing the answer is obvious.

"I love it... Mmm, I didn't know I could feel this way." she replies, her voice broken. "You're... you're the best brother I could ever have."

Your fingers move faster now, firm and precise, playing her body like an instrument, each stroke making her tremble. She's gasping, eyes closed, writhing beneath you, her hips rising and falling against your hand. It's a hypnotic sight—almost like watching a chaotic dance, where her body is the instrument, and you, the conductor.

"Ah... brother, I... I’m feeling something strange..." she murmurs, her voice hoarse, almost trembling.

You smile, keeping your tone calm, as if you've been through this before. "It's normal... just relax and let it happen. It'll feel good, trust me."

She lets out a long, nearly broken moan as her body begins to lose control, her muscles contracting involuntarily around your hand. The camera is focused on her movements, capturing every contortion, every muffled moan, as if it were the final piece of a banned masterpiece in several countries.

"Ah, ah... I can't... Oooh..." She begins to beg, her words dissolving into pure sound, as your fingers continue, relentless, pressing and circling, giving no reprieve.

"That's it, let it out... it'll feel good, just let it all out." You encourage her, your voice soft, almost paternal, a sharp irony considering the context.

And then, it happens. She arches sharply, her body trembling violently, and you feel her wet heat spill over your hand. She comes with a scream that echoes through the room, her moans transforming into a primal sound, pure instinct and release. You keep playing her, extending the moment until the last spasm fades.

The camera captures everything—the unbridled pleasure, the ecstasy etched into every curve of her body. Every tremor and sigh are recorded.

When she finally collapses on the bed, exhausted, her breathing uneven, you gently pull your fingers away, bringing your soaked hand up to the camera lens for a close-up.

"Good job, little sister," you say, a hint of teasing in your voice. She just giggles, exhausted but satisfied, her body still trembling with the last traces of pleasure.

"I knew I could trust you," she murmurs, eyes closed, a satisfied smile on her lips.

"But we're not done yet," you say. "I want you to get on all fours for me, I'll show you something.”

Eunbi eagerly complies, lying face down with that almost naive obedience, arching her back with the precision of someone who's done this before. And you, in the role of the responsible older brother, observe and film.

"Now open that ass," you say, giving her a light slap that makes her skin ripple, and without question, she pulls her small hands to spread her cheeks, revealing her tight little asshole and wet pussy, everything perfectly exposed.

You run your fingers over her pussy, wetting them carefully, like you're preparing for a sacred ritual. Then you slide the wet finger down to her tight little asshole. She shifts a bit but stays in position, letting out a low moan as you finally push the finger inside.

"This little ass is precious, you know?" you say, almost in a teacherly tone as your finger slowly explores. "No one else can play with it but me. Just me."

She moans again, a sound mixed with pleasure and a promise about to be made. "I know, brother. It’s yours... only yours."

Her voice sounds sweet, almost begging for more, and you increase the pressure with your finger, pushing a little deeper, testing how far you can go. She arches her back even more, as if trying to make your job easier, offering her body.

"Good to know you understand," you tease, and she murmurs something in agreement. "Because if anyone else tries, there’s going to be a problem, understood?"

She bites her lip, her fingers still holding her cheeks apart. "I promise, brother... it’s only yours."

You smile, satisfied with her promise. "That’s how I like it."

Eunbi remains there, face down, obedient, her hands gripping her cheeks firmly, opening herself to you as if this were the natural purpose of her existence. Her breathing is heavy but eager as your fingers explore, playing with the tight little asshole still learning what it means to belong to someone. You feel the heat of her skin, and the way she trembles with each of your movements makes it clear that despite everything, she's enjoying it.

"Good girl," you say in a tone of approval that sounds almost paternal, moving your finger with more determination now, circling slowly before pressing in again. She lets out a shaky sigh, biting her lip and closing her eyes as if trying to focus on anything other than the pleasurable discomfort you're causing.

"It... it hurts," she admits in a trembling voice, as if revealing a secret, but then immediately moans again, that strange mix of pain and desire. "But it feels good..." She arches her back a little more, as if to encourage you, even as her body struggles to adjust to the new sensation.

You chuckle, pleased with her progress. Then you wet your fingers more in her pussy.

"It’s going to hurt a bit at first," you admit, moving the wet finger more slowly now, just to test her limits. "But don’t worry. Soon enough your little ass will get used to it." The promise is made in a reassuring tone.

Eunbi lets out a louder moan as you penetrate a little deeper, her fingers gripping her cheeks tighter as if trying to steady herself. She moves, arching her back into an even more inviting angle, legs slightly apart. "You... you think?" Her voice is a mix of insecurity and excitement, almost as if she's asking for more.

"I know," you respond, soaking in the confidence of the role, moving your finger with more rhythm, teasing her. "You're a good girl, and good girls always learn fast."

She moans again, her face buried in the mattress, but her arched back continues offering everything you've asked for and more. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna be a good girl for you, brother. I promise..."

You pause for a moment, your fingers still wet from the recent exploration. Eunbi—or, for the purposes of this performance, your ‘stepsister’—breathes deeply, still arched, her body tense with anticipation. The atmosphere is thick, and for a brief second, you just stand there, silently absorbing every almost imperceptible tremor running down her spine. The camera, your silent partner, focuses on every nuance of her expression, every shiver.

“It’s time for you to find out what you’ve been wanting, princess,” you say.

“Please… put your cock in me.”

"Say please," you respond, your voice low, so heavy with desire you barely recognize it. "Be a good girl and ask politely."

Eunbi, ever the meticulous actress, turns her face toward you, her wide eyes behind the mask with an innocence that only exists in fiction—those big eyes, the kind that say ‘I’m pure, I swear,’ even when nothing happening in the room suggests anything remotely innocent. Her breathing is fast, like a theater student at the peak of their dramatic performance.

"Please..." Her voice is a fragile whisper, but sweet, carefully rehearsed to sound vulnerable. "Please, brother... I want you to put your thick cock inside my tight little pussy."

Ah, there it is. The final barrier collapsed with the weight of a house of cards pushed by a breeze. You can’t help but smile—not that the camera can catch it—as you adjust your position with the precision of a watchmaker fine-tuning a delicate gear. The heat emanating from her body is magical, and when you finally penetrate her, slowly, each inch is consumed by her pussy, which wraps around you with a softness that defies reality.

She lets out a moan—the kind of sound that floats between pleasure and surprise, as if she’s being taken into unknown territory while, at the same time, exactly where she wanted to be. "Like that... like that... please," she moans, her voice strained, fingers gripping the sheets as if she’s on the brink of an existential revelation and only the sheets can keep her from being pulled into the abyss.

You start to move, oscillating between slow and deliberate, savoring the moment like you’re tasting the finest wine in the world, while she whispers sweet words between moans.

“Yeah, good girl!” you say softly.

The pace increases, the sound of bodies colliding echoes through the room, and as Eunbi arches her back, moaning for more with an almost religious fervor, you feel like you’re in control of not just her, but the entire scene.

You begin to pick up the pace, your movements gaining a life of their own. Beneath you, Eunbi is moaning non-stop, each sound a bit louder, a bit more desperate. Then, with the precision of a medieval archer hitting the bullseye, your hand comes down fast and firm on her ass.

The slap echoes through the room like an unexpected sound. The impact is immediate: her skin turns a reddish hue, the contrast clear and satisfying against her pale skin. Eunbi lets out a moan that’s half pain, half pleasure—the kind of sound that makes you want to repeat the action just to hear it again.

"More," she moans, her eyes half-closed, her voice muffled by the sheets, as if talking to herself but at the same time asking directly for you. "Please, spank me more, brother!!”

Ah, how could you resist such a polite request? Your hand comes down again, harder this time, leaving another red mark, and her body writhes in pleasure. You begin to alternate between thrusts and slaps, creating a symphony of pleasure and impact that seems to defy the basic rules of decency.

"You like that, don't you?" you say, your voice thick with provocation, as your hand meets her ass again and again, each slap resonating like a gong in a distant temple—or, in this case, the perfect sound of approval for what you two are doing.

"Yes!" she moans, the words coming out in broken breaths, "please... don’t stop!" She raises her hips higher, almost begging for more, and you, always generous, don’t disappoint.

Another slap. Harder. Her body reacts instantly, and the moans turn into something almost primal, as if she’s surrendering completely to the sensation.

"You’re a good girl, baby," you say. "But good girls need to be reminded who’s in control."

She only moans in response, her breathing ragged, her body completely given over to the moment. And, of course, you're more than willing to keep claiming territory, with each slap and thrust taking both of you closer to an inevitable climax.

You stop for a moment, feeling the sweat drip down your forehead, looking at Eunbi and the red marks you left on her buttocks.

“Now, be a good girl and ride me,” you say. “You’re going to like this position, I promise.”

You pause the recording.

Eunbi, obedient and eager as always, pulls away from you, giving you room to lie down on the bed. And then, with a grace that would make any mythological goddess jealous, she positions herself over you. For a brief second, your eyes meet hers, and there’s that exchange of complicity. That look that says: ‘Yes, we know exactly what we’re doing.’

You resume recording.

She lowers herself onto your cock, with a slowness that’s almost torturous, but at the same time, delicious. With every inch she takes in, you feel her warmth enveloping you, the tightness that almost defies logic. She moans softly, adjusting her body, and starts to move. Slow at first, learning the right rhythm.

But, of course, that doesn’t last long.

Soon, she’s riding with more intensity, picking up the pace. Her breasts bounce under the tight baby tee, and then, with a swift movement, she pulls the fabric up, revealing her large breasts that now move freely to the rhythm of her ride.

You can’t resist – who could? – and zoom in on her breasts. Her moans, the bouncing breasts, the hips moving up and down with precision. The camera can barely keep up, but you’re not exactly thinking about perfect angles right now.

This is living art, and you’re documenting every second as best you can.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” you say, half to her, half to the video. “Keep going, my good girl.”

Eunbi bites her lip, increasing the pace even more, and the room is filled with sounds – the bed creaking, her moans getting louder, the slap of bodies meeting. Your fingers grip her waist, helping to guide her, but the truth is, she’s in control for now.

And honestly, you’re not complaining.

She tilts her head back, eyes closed, her whole body focused on the frenzied movement. “Do you like watching me like this?” she asks between moans, with that completely calculated innocence, knowing exactly the effect her words have.

“You have no idea,” you reply, your voice hoarse, as you keep filming, knowing this recording will be something people will want to watch – many times.

The way she moves, even as her body consumes you inch by inch, is a balance between the innocent and the forbidden, as if she’s trying to convince you that she really is a good girl, only with a very, very fertile imagination.

“Please, brother...” she murmurs, almost in a whisper, leaning forward. The words come out in a sweet tone, with a hint of hesitation, as if testing the limits of roleplay with each syllable. “Do you think I’m being a good girl... for you?”

You smile, unable to hold back the sadistic pleasure that surfaces with the question. Your hand moves up her thigh, squeezing firmly. “You’re doing very well, little sister,” you reply. “But good girls can do better. Come on, show me how much you want to be the best.”

She bites her lip, her eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and nervousness – part of the act, of course, but brilliantly performed. “I... I can do better,” she says, trying her best to sound shy, as if begging for your approval. “I promise I can be the best little sister for you. Just... let me show you.”

And then, she lifts herself again and starts moving with more intensity, speeding up as her hands rest on your abs for balance. Her moans grow louder, almost stuttered, but she keeps the sweetness in her voice. “This feels so good... do you like seeing me like this, brother?” She asks, as if genuinely concerned about your verdict.

You don’t answer immediately, just watching her with that calculated expression. “You haven’t convinced me yet,” you finally say, your words sharp. “Good girls need to try harder. If you want to be my favorite, you’re going to have to work for it.”

Her eyes widen in mock concern, her breathing coming in heavier pants as her effort increases. She leans forward, her hair falling around her face as she continues to ride you, her movements becoming more intense, and the steady pace she maintains pushes you over the edge. “Brother... I’m trying,” she says between moans, her voice tinged with a mixture of effort and supposed innocence, as if the simple act of continuing is proof of her dedication. “Are you... are you enjoying it? Am I being a good girl right now?”

Your smile widens, seeing how far she’s willing to go to keep the fantasy alive. “You’re almost there, baby,” you reply with a superior tone, enjoying the power of the moment. “But good girls don’t just try. They give it their all. Show me how much you want this.”

She lets out a small moan, her eyes filled with an intensity that seemed to be growing with each movement. “I… I can do more,” she murmurs, picking up speed, her thighs now pressed against your body, rising and falling at an almost frantic pace. Her breasts bounce with the force of her ride, and her lips tremble with the effort, but she keeps going, determined.

“That’s it,” you murmur, your eyes locked on hers as you watch the hypnotic sway of her exposed breasts. “Good girl. Keep it up. Do it right!"

She bites her lip hard, clearly struggling to please you, her hands gripping your shoulders tightly as she picks up the pace even more. “I… I’m doing this for you, brother,” she moans, her voice sweet and broken, feigning complete devotion. “I want you to love me. I want to be your favorite girl. Please… love me…”

You grip her waist, helping to guide her movements. Her body moves down harder, with more determination. “If you keep it up, I might just love you,” you tease, tightening your grip. “But only if you really try. Go on, faster. Show me how much you want to be my good girl.”

She obeys, her moans louder now, mixed with panting breaths. “I’ll be… I promise,” she barely manages to say between her rapid movements. “I’ll be your good girl. The best one ever. I swear!”

“Then make me cum,” you say, your voice low and controlled, but full of expectation. “Only good girls know how to do this. Will you make it, little sister? Will you show me that you deserve it?”

She responds with only a strangled moan: “I- I w-will!”

“Then turn over,” you demand, your voice low but full of command. She stops riding you slowly, a smile on her lips, as if she’s been waiting for this order all along. She carefully turns her body, now facing away from you, her ass sticking up in a way that leaves her completely exposed. “Now you’re going to let me play with your asshole.”

"Brother... you're going to take care of me, right? Mommy and daddy said you needed to take care of me."

"Of course I'll take care of you. But now you're going to let me play with your asshole." You take your cock in one hand, holding it tight like a guide. "Come on."

She hesitates for a second, biting her lip with a hint of insecurity—not of the Eunbi you know, but of the character she's playing. "B-But... what are you going to do there, brother? You shouldn't..."

"Trust me," you murmur, almost out of patience now. "You're going to like it, it's going to make you feel really, really good."

She lets out a small moan, leaning forward, and you start to press in slowly. Entry is difficult—the pink ring of muscle resists at first, tight and almost impenetrable, as if her body is trying to say no while her mind and desire say otherwise.

"It's too tight..." she murmurs, her voice full of feigned nervousness, part of the act. But at the same time, there's something real in that sound, the little tremor in her voice as she tries to adjust herself... It's Eunbi's first anal too, not just the character's. "Do you think it'll really fit, brother?"

"It will fit," you say, your voice low, controlled, with a promise of pleasure behind it. "Just relax. You trust your brother, don't you?"

She nods, inch by inch, you feel her body giving in. The initial resistance gives way to a delicious pressure when it finally goes in. She lets out a loud moan, surprised.

“Mmm, brother… this… this is so different.” Her voice sounds vulnerable, almost shy, as she begins to move slightly, trying to get used to the intrusion.

“You’re being a good girl,” you reply, controlling the pace, thrusting in and out slowly. “You’ll like it more as you keep going.” And with each movement, each slow thrust, she begins to loosen up, her moans getting louder, her body adjusting to the pleasure.

“Come on, brother… take care of me,” she whispers.

“You’re making me so proud, baby. Your ass is perfect.”

“Ooohh, brother…” She lets out a long sigh, trying to adjust, moving her hips slightly, exploring the new sensation. “Why does this… feel so wrong, yet so good?” Her voice is of calculated innocence that drives you wilder with each passing moment.

“It’s because… sometimes, the best things are the ones we shouldn’t do,” you reply, controlling your tone to keep your character, even though the pleasure is almost knocking you over. You push deeper, feeling her insane grip. “And you’ve always been a curious girl, right? Wanting to try everything…”

She lets out a little laugh, although the tension is still there, hidden beneath the surface. “I am curious, yes, brother… I want to learn everything from you.” Then, she starts moving again, slowly at first, moving up and down hesitantly. “Do you think… I’m a good girl for wanting this?”

You can’t keep calm any longer. Her words, that sweet tone mixed with boldness, are destroying you inside. “You’re the best girl, the hottest, the most obedient,” you reply, your voice husky with desire as you hold her hips tightly to help her keep the rhythm.

“So, I’m going to make my big brother happy,” she murmurs, and with that, she starts riding you harder, her movements more confident now, her hesitation disappearing with each passing second. Each time she goes down, you feel the crushing pressure and heat, a tightness that makes you see stars. Eunbi’s moans are getting louder and louder, and beyond the character, you know how much she’s enjoying this.

“That’s it, like that,” you encourage, your hands now squeezing her ass. “Keep going, baby… show your brother how much you want to make him happy.”

Eunbi arches her back, throwing her hips back with more desire, the sound of their skin slapping against each other echoing through the room. “I’m going to… I’m going to take care of you,” she moans, between giggles, clearly enjoying the role. “But you have to take care of me too, okay? Because I’m just your little stepsister… I can’t do everything on my own…”

Her answer is almost fatal to your sanity. You pull her hips harder, helping her to go all the way down, feeling the overwhelming pleasure consume you. “I’ll take care of you,” you promise, without even thinking about the words. “I’ll teach you everything.”

She speeds up her movements, and now the room is filled with the sounds of her body against yours, her moans getting louder, more desperate. “Brother…” she begins, her voice filled with a mix of pleasure and excitement, “I think... I think I’m really enjoying this. You like being in my tight ass, don’t you?”

You almost laugh at her brazenness, but the pleasure is too much. “I love it,” you reply, feeling the urgency take over. “You’re being so good to me. Now, let me fill you with pleasure... until you can’t take it anymore.”

Eunbi continues riding, her movements now more desperate, her face clearly torn between keeping character and giving herself completely to the pleasure. “Aaaah, brother… You'll fill my ass with your cum, right? Because... you promised to take care of me.”

Her head tilts back a little, a mischievous smile lighting up her face, but her moans cut off any possible response. You’re close, so close that words no longer make sense, but the roleplay is still in the air, and you know Eunbi is going to push all the way in.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna make you cum so much, big brother. Because you’re the best brother in the world,” she moans, grinding harder, and you feel like you won’t last much longer.

“You’re going to make your brother so happy… now, get on all fours because your brother is close… I’m gonna fuck your ass until I cum.”

Eunbi lets out a short laugh, her breathing still ragged from the effort and pleasure. She slides out of you slowly, almost provocatively, and you can see how much her asshole has already opened up with your cock. When she finally stands up, she throws that playful look over her shoulder, biting her lip as if she knows exactly what she's doing.

“On all fours?” She asks, with false innocence, as she positions herself on the bed. “Do you want your sister to be like this, brother? Do you want to fill my tight asshole with your milk?”

The answer doesn't need to be verbalized — your body already speaks for you. She leans on the bed, sticking her ass up, her back arched perfectly, offering everything provocatively. The ridiculously short baby tee remains raised, her heavy breasts hanging from her body.

“You know how to obey, don't you? Good girl…”

Without further hesitation, you stand behind her, your hand running down her body, exploring the perfect curve of her hips and the pulsing heat of her skin. The camera is well positioned, capturing every angle of the final moment. Her pussy is wet, swollen with excitement, but it’s her asshole that you want now, and she knows it. Your firm hand positions itself on her ass cheeks, slowly spreading her, revealing the tight little hole that barely hides how much she enjoyed every second of it.

“Are you ready, little sister? Because now I’m going to put everything in you… and I won’t stop until I cum deep inside your ass.”

She looks back, smiling. “I trust you, brother. Do whatever you want with me.”

With that, you line up your hard cock against her narrow entrance and begin to thrust. It’s still tight, incredibly tight, and the initial resistance only makes the pleasure more intense. Eunbi lets out a muffled moan as the head of your cock finally enters, her body adjusting to the size with a mix of discomfort and pleasure.

“Ah... like that,” she moans. “My asshole is burning so much... but it’s so good.”

You push deeper, inch by inch, until you’re completely inside. The pressure is unbearable, the heat and firmness of Eunbi’s asshole squeezing you in an overwhelming way. With your hand firmly placed on her hip, you begin to push slowly, feeling her tight asshole slowly give way.

The camera focuses on this movement, of course, because, after all, the show is for the audience.

Eunbi lets out a moan, something between surprise and pleasure. “Mmm, you are so big, brother,” she murmurs, her voice cracking with the effort of keeping the role.

You go deeper, the camera recording every movement, every inch. “It's because good girls deserve big cocks,” you tease, thrusting harder now, each thrust eliciting a louder moan from her.

“I am,” she replies between gasps. “A good girl... just for you.”

The moans grow louder as you pick up the pace, fucking her ass with increasing force. The camera shakes a little in your hand, but it’s capturing everything, every detail of Eunbi’s masked expression as she grips the sheets, her fingers digging into the fabric.

As the pace intensifies, the tension in the room builds to a breaking point, and you feel the inevitable wave of pleasure about to spill over. Eunbi is panting, her moans turning into excited whispers. Your free hand grips her ass cheek tightly, keeping her open, and her tight asshole wraps around your cock like a hot trap. You know you’re close to the end, and the thought of it only increases the urgency.

"You... are going to take it all, aren't you?" The question comes out almost like a command, her voice hoarse with pleasure. The camera, forgotten for a second, shakes slightly in her hand, but it's still capturing everything.

"Yes, yes!!" she gasps, her eyes rolling back in their sockets, something the camera unfortunately doesn't capture. "I'm going to take it all! I want... I want you to fill my ass, please! ‘Cause I'm your good girl... your favorite stepsister."

Every word, spoken in that sweet, lustful voice, only makes you harder, closer to climax. You grip her hips and thrust hard, each thrust sinking deeper, every inch of your cock being devoured by that unbearable tightness.

"You like your brother's cock, don't you?" Her voice is deep now, full of the energy of someone who knows she's in control. "Tell me. Tell me what you want!"

“I... I love it!!,” she moans, her voice cracking with pleasure, as if she were about to come undone right there. “I want you to cum inside... please, make me yours, for real... Cum inside your sister!”

And that’s what pushes you over the edge.

With one last thrust, you sink your cock all the way in, feeling her body tremble with the impact. The heat begins to spread inside her, the cum spurting with an almost unbearable intensity, filling the tight little asshole of the “little stepsister” who is moaning in pleasure beneath you.

“Mmm... Fuck! Do you feel it, baby?” you tease, thrusting hard as the last hot spurt of cum floods her. “This is what you wanted, right? To be a good girl for your brother.”

She lets out a long moan, her shoulders shaking, her legs weak with pleasure. “Yes, baby… Mmm, I'm feeling all your cum deep inside me!”

You stay inside her for a few more seconds, feeling the heat of her body and the involuntary squeeze of her ass around your cock. Eunbi takes a deep breath, her moans now fading, but the satisfied smile still on her face.

"You made me feel so special," she murmurs, still in the role. "Now I'm your favorite little girl, right? Because I'm the only one who gets your cum."

You pant, lost in pleasure, your eyes closed as you answer: "It's always been you, baby... always you."

You're still breathing heavily, like you just ran a marathon, but your mind has already switched into content production mode — the ship had already sunk, so might as well make this worth something.

With the camera still in hand, you lean in for a better shot.

“Alright, show me the result,” you say bluntly, pointing the camera at the target.

Eunbi moves slowly, resting her elbows on the mattress, her legs still trembling a bit, and with a satisfied smile on her face, she spreads her cheeks with her hands, fully opening the angle for the lens.

“Is this good?” she asks with that fake sweetness you now recognize as part of the performance, but it still works anyway.

“Perfect,” you reply, adjusting the focus, the lens capturing every detail. She spreads her ass slightly, and the cum inside slowly drips out, a bright white line lazily descending, as if it knows it's the star of the show.

“Now look at the camera, baby,” you ask, while she turns her head back, her masked eyes meeting the lens with that look of pure satisfaction. “Tell them what just happened.”

Eunbi, without hesitation, slips into the sweet and innocent tone of her role, “Look what he did to me... filled my little ass with cum.” She giggles, and it's genuine, mixed with that post-climax thrill. “I guess you really like me, huh, bro?”

“Of course I do,” you say, more as part of the act than anything else.

But deep down, there’s something there that isn’t just performance.

“Now rub it a little,” you ask. Eunbi giggles, and you help her, pulling one of her cheeks while she starts rubbing a finger around the entrance, mixing your semen with her juice.

“See that, bro?” she asks with an adorable giggle, “Now I’m all dirty because of you!”

The camera focuses on the scene as you let out a tired but satisfied moan. “I can see that, princess. You got really messy.”

She keeps playing with her fingers, spreading the remnants of your load provocatively, knowing exactly how to play to the lens. “And now, what are you gonna do to me? You left my little ass all wrecked, it’s burning a lot…”

You pretend to think, but the answer is obvious. “Well, I guess now I need to take care of you, don’t I?”

“With love?” she asks, voice full of tenderness.

“With a lot of love,” you reply.

The camera finally shuts off with that classic final beep, like it’s exhausted too. You let out a sigh, while Eunbi, still catching her breath, stands up and removes the mask.

"Yeah, game over," you say, placing the camera on the desk. The vibe shifts instantly. The heavy air from the scene disappears, and the apartment feels normal again, like it had been put in studio mode for a brief moment.

Eunbi stretches her arms like she’s just woken up from a nap, then extends a hand toward you. You high-five, like two classmates finishing a school project instead of… well, what you just did.

“We did good,” she says with a tired but satisfied smile. “Teamwork was solid.”

“Yeah, it was,” you respond, still trying to process it all. “You okay? I mean... because of, you know...”

She laughs, shaking her head. “The anal? Oh, I should have used the fucking lube. But I’m fine. It stings a little, but it'll pass," she explains, as if she’s talking about a mild sunburn.

You’re not sure if you should feel relieved or admire how casually she handles it. Before you can overthink it, Eunbi suddenly turns and hugs you. The warmth of her body against yours is almost comforting, even with sweat still drying on your skin. “Seriously, thanks for doing this with me,” she murmurs, her voice soft, almost vulnerable.

You stand there, a bit awkward, but aware that this moment matters. “It was kinda… weird, right?”

She pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, chuckling lightly. “Weird? Of course it was weird. But, like, in a funny way. It was a little bizarre at first, but then it was just… getting into character. In the end, we just… made it work.” She shrugs, and the gesture is so typical of her—practical, lighthearted, never taking things too seriously.

“Next time,” she says, pulling off her tight baby tee, “I’ll pick something less... out of the comfort zone.”

She laughs and casually grabs her panties and skirt from the floor.

You watch as she straightens up and walks toward the bedroom door, already slipping back into her natural self, as if the scene had just been a quick detour from routine.

“Wanna shower with me?” she asks, with no malice, just a simple invitation after a particularly exhausting marathon.

You hesitate, a second that feels like forever. The temptation to give in once more is strong. It’d be so easy to say 'yes,' to go with the flow. But you shake your head, declining. "I'll go later... I need to make the bed."

She raises an eyebrow, surprised by the refusal, but doesn’t push. “Alright,” she says with an easy smile, already heading for the shower. But before she crosses the door, she turns, like she’s about to say something important. You even brace yourself, expecting some post-scene revelation, some deep reflection.

“Feel like pizza tonight?” she asks, with not a trace of tension or seriousness.

“Yeah… I guess,” you reply vaguely, still trying to keep up with how quickly she shifts gears.

And then it’s just you and the messy bed. The camera’s still there, the sheets that need fixing, but what really needs fixing is your head. You wish you hadn’t agreed to film. Hadn’t let her hands on your skin convince you again. But how do you resist Eunbi when, with that smile and a promise, she makes everything seem like one big fun game, a fantasy that’s too easy to fall into?

Except while she can turn off the character with a snap and get back to her practical life, you’re stuck. Because it’s not the role that’s messing with your head, it’s what’s behind it. It’s what you feel for her, something you know shouldn’t exist and that Eunbi clearly doesn’t share. To her, it’s work, pleasure, about views and clicks. And sure, who would turn down being the lucky partner in a porn video with Eunbi?

But at the end of the day, is that all you are? You sigh, trying to focus on fixing the bed, while inside, the knot tightens.

—

It’s a cloudy morning, with that fine misty rain that barely gets you wet but can soak you through if you stand still for two minutes. You’re sitting on the edge of the bed, tying the laces on your running shoes. Running is something you used to do every day, a habit you let go of for some reason that now escapes you. But today is different. You’ve decided to start running again because, as always, it helps organize the mental chaos that has become your life lately.

As you pass through the hallway, Eunbi’s bedroom door is half-open. You think about closing it to keep the warmth in, but a glow from inside stops you. It’s the light from her laptop. You hesitate, but of course, your curiosity wins. You peek in as casually as possible, and there she is: Eunbi, sleeping in a way that’s both adorable and awkward, with the laptop still on beside her, like it fell asleep with her, exhausted from hours of work. Or from whatever she spent the night editing.

You can’t help it. In fact, it’s impossible to resist. Seeing her sleep so peacefully stirs something in you, only making the mess in your head worse. Why does she have to be so… Eunbi? You walk over, switch off the laptop that’s still open on the OnlyFans homepage, with the notification icon showing +99 interactions. You close the lid carefully and place it on the desk. Then, you adjust the blankets that are haphazardly draped over her.

She stirs a bit but doesn’t wake up.

—

You start running in the park, with that light rain and cold wind cutting across your face—the kind of weather the meteorologists would call 'uncomfortable,' but you would call 'perfect for clearing your head.' Each step on the wet pavement echoes in your ears. With every breath, your chest tightens, not just from the cold, but because the only thing more intense than the physical effort is the whirlwind of thoughts now screaming in your mind.

Eunbi. Always her. Like a beautiful shadow you can’t shake. The images from last night, the mask, the dirty talk, the way she always seems to know exactly how to melt any resistance you try to build up. You almost laugh, bitterly, realizing just how pathetic it is to be stuck in this cycle.

Fuck, the truth is you’ve been hopelessly in love with her for a while now. Of course, you have, but the problem isn’t knowing it—it’s figuring out what to do about it. You’re running, trying to escape the reality that no matter how much you love Eunbi, she seems to be in a completely different universe. A universe where she can suggest absurd things, like some ridiculous roleplay or a threesome, while you, the idiot, are more worried about the color of the blanket you adjusted for her earlier.

Sweat drips down your forehead, mixing with the rain. You pick up the pace, trying to turn this confusion into clarity. You can’t keep living on this emotional rollercoaster. Every time she involves you, you convince yourself it’s just your body being used as a tool, just another role to play to help her grow in this obscure niche.

But with every touch, every smile, your mind whispers: What if it’s not?

What if, somehow, she’s just as lost in this as you are?

Maybe if you finally tell her how you feel, the pieces will fall into place. She could leave this life of videos, masks, and scripts behind. It would be a release for both of you. And then, you could have something normal. A real relationship. One that doesn’t involve cameras and personas. The idea starts to take shape, becoming clearer with every mile you run. You love Eunbi. Simple. And you need to tell her. Simple as that.

Well, in theory.

The park is empty, except for a few brave souls who also thought running in the cold was a fantastic idea. You run one more lap, your body asking for rest, but your mind now buzzing with purpose. When you get back to the apartment, you’ll tell her. Direct and honest.

Then your phone vibrates. You slow down, your shoes hitting the wet ground more softly as you pull out your phone. A message. It’s from your friend. I think it worked, he writes. Your heart races in a different way this time. HR liked her profile. I think they’re gonna make an offer, man. Stay tuned. You almost slip on the path, coming to a sudden stop.

What worked? Oh, right. The plan.

The plan you secretly put together.

The job opening at the company where your friend works, in the marketing department.

The one where you secretly submitted Eunbi’s LinkedIn profile, trying to give her a chance to get out of this crazy content creator life.

Looks like the damn universe is finally working in your favor.

You find yourself smiling like an idiot.

‘It worked.’

She could have a normal life, away from the cameras, and you could start fresh together.

You barely even feel the fatigue anymore.

Now there’s only one thing left: the conversation with Eunbi.

Because, of course, confessing your feelings to a woman you see every day, who sleeps in the room next to yours, with whom you’ve been through situations that would challenge any definition of ‘strange,’ should be easy, right?

You take a deep breath.

No, it won’t be easy.

But it’ll be worth it.

—

Eunbi is in the kitchen, still looking half-asleep as she holds a cup of coffee. The dim light from the cloudy morning mixes with the cold glow of her phone screen, which she scrolls through lazily with her thumb. The coffee—a blend of ‘I need to wake up’ and’ 'I’m not sure this will help’—warms her hands, but her mind is far from awake. Her reflection on social media, though, is wide awake.

With an automatic gesture, she opens the comment tab on the latest video. It’s the new roleplay video you and she recorded the day before. The video had already racked up an impressive number of views. She sighs, taking a sip as she reads through the comments. It’s the usual mix of praise, teasing, and, of course, the kind of absurdity only the internet can provide.

"Little sis, you drove me crazy today!"

Eunbi lets out a muffled laugh. "Little sis" was probably the mildest term she came across in that sea of comments.

She quickly types a reply:

"Careful, or 'big brother' will get you too! 😘"

"I wish I were your blood brother, damn, just to make it all wrong!! I'd sneak into your room every night after our parents were asleep so we could 'play' together 😈"

Who knew people could take a weird fantasy and make it even more bizarre and unsettling?

"You need therapy, darling, but thanks for the love 🙂"

"The way you bit your lip... it made me... lose my mind."

Ah yes, the detail-oriented observers. They're always around.

"Glad I could help!!"

And then comes the classic:

"Step on me more, mommy!!!"

This time, she laughed out loud. What kind of twisted logic was this?

'Mommy' in a little sister video?

"Sweetie, pick a fantasy. I can't be your little sis AND your mommy at the same time 😅"

"Just show your face already, everyone knows you're hot"

She paused for a second. That comment felt like a jab somewhere inside her. Her face was the last piece she kept hidden, the final wall of protection between Eunbi and the world she had chosen to explore.

She took another sip of coffee as the comments kept popping up on the screen. The amount of absurdity was always a surprise, even for her. But the show had to go on, and responding was an important part of ‘engagement’.

Ah, the wonderful engagement.

"You’re my muse. One day, I’ll marry you!"

She rolled her eyes but kept a polite tone in her reply:

"Glad to inspire... but let’s start with something simpler, like not marrying strangers from the internet.

Kisses 😘"

Next comment.

"I'd give anything to be that tight top on your massive tits 😊"

Eunbi nearly dropped her phone from laughing so hard. What kind of fetish was this now? She took a deep breath before typing:

"Well, it’s actually a baby tee, but I guess clothes live too dull a life for anyone to want to be one. But who am I to judge your dreams?"

Another one popped up right after.

"Hey sis, how about teaching me in person? I’ve got so much to learn... 😏"

Ah, the ever-eager students. She rolled her eyes again, smiling slightly.

"You can learn a lot on your own with a good imagination!"

"You should make a video stepping on Legos barefoot. I bet that would be amazing!!!"

What? Where did these people come from? She bit her lip, trying to hold back laughter as she typed her reply:

"I try to keep my videos at an entertainment level, not torture 🥰 But I appreciate the creativity!"

"It’s obvious you only do this because you love being a slut, I can see it in your expression, even with the mask 🔥 I’m already your number one fan."

Her smile faltered a little. A mix of praise and silent invasion that left her with a mild discomfort.

"Glad you enjoyed the content! Loving what I do is essential. But don’t get too carried away, alright?"

She gave one last glance at the rising view and like counts, but the comments started to lose their charm.

And that’s when the ping of a LinkedIn notification appeared at the top of the screen. An app she had basically forgotten she had installed since the last time she used it was to block an annoying old guy who was pestering her.

She reads the message:

Subject: Job Opportunity - Marketing Department.

Dear Kwon Eunbi,

We are pleased to inform you that your profile has caught the attention of our Marketing Department. After a brief review, we would like to invite you to participate in the selection process for the position of Marketing Analyst.

Responsibilities:

- Development of communication and digital marketing strategies;

- Analysis of KPIs and market trends;

- Collaboration with creative teams and planning advertising campaigns;

Requirements:

- Bachelor’s degree in Marketing or related fields;

- Previous experience managing digital campaigns;

Benefits:

- Competitive salary;

- Health and dental plan;

- Flexibility for hybrid work (remote);

We look forward to your response to schedule an interview.

She almost spits out her coffee.

What the hell is this?!

For a second, everything seemed to make sense, as if the universe was aligning the stars to give her a 'respectable' way out.

But only for a second.

In truth, it felt like the damn universe was conspiring against her.

The thought of waking up early every day, dressing like an executive, sitting in a cubicle, and smiling at people she probably couldn’t stand while doing mechanical tasks...

“No, no, no. No way,” she says aloud in the empty apartment as anxiety starts to tighten around her. And the strangest part is that she feels... bad. Bad for not wanting it. Bad for thinking she should want it.

She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her mind. Maybe she should, right? Maybe being ‘normal’ would be easier. Maybe this whole video thing is just a phase. She looks at her coffee, as if it held the answers, but it only reflected her face back at her. She gulps the rest down, trying to swallow the lump in her throat.

On the one hand, the college-era Eunbi would’ve jumped for joy at this message. A great job in her field, something ‘respectable’ career-wise; it doesn’t get much better than that.

Well, to be fair, it wasn’t exactly her big dream, but who, after all, dreams of spreadsheets and endless emails? But now, the idea of a normal life, with bosses, deadlines, and white collars, suffocates her more than any corset in a photoshoot. She’s thinking about how good it felt to leave all that behind, how much she loved the freedom she had now.

Sure, she graduated, but that’s not what she wants.

Not anymore.

But

On the other hand, something inside her hesitated to accept that she didn’t want this opportunity. It was like there was a younger version of her somewhere, screaming in panic: "You can’t be serious, right? Turning down a job like that to... keep being a virtual slut? You’re definitely not me..." And that little voice it's annoying because it hit on an uncomfortable truth. She had, at some point, carved out a different path. A temporary one. And now, this path it's leading her into the unknown, and this offer it's like a way back to her old life.

Monotonous, but dignified.

Difficult, but without exposure.

The safe choice or the leap into the abyss.

College-era Eunbi would say being stuck in an absurd dilemma like this was insane. But the Eunbi of today knows that 'conventional' career isn’t for her.

"This is my life now," she murmurs to herself. Creating adult content wasn’t just a choice; it was her choice. And not only is she going to keep doing it — she’s going all in!

Showing her face.

Now that would be a bold move.

No more masks.

The real Eunbi for the world.

She only has one small obstacle ahead: you. She needs to tell you. Explain how things were about to change. Show you that, even though she once said this was temporary, she’s rediscovered herself and finally found something she’s good at and willing to put her effort into.

She sighs and thinks about the conversation she’ll have. Knowing you, it’s going to be a tough one. You’ll definitely want to argue, try to convince her to take the more traditional route, thinking you’re protecting her. But it’s her life, her body, her decisions.

And if she’s going all in, she has to start by being honest.

When you get back, she’ll lay it all out. In the meantime, she stretches, still feeling the weight of the job offer, and tries to imagine the look on your face when she explains her plans.

—

You come back from the run looking like a drowned rat, which, considering the weather outside, is a reasonably accurate description. Your shoes make that annoying sponge sound as you walk across the room, and Eunbi is there, sitting on the couch, sipping coffee like she’s contemplating the meaning of life—or more realistically, deciding what her next big revelation of the morning is going to be.

“Good morning,” you mutter, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Good morning...” she replies. You look away as if you have something really important to do—like grab a towel.

The bathroom is a good place to rehearse difficult conversations, so you do that while you dry off, but the words still sound wrong in your head. It’s not like there’s a manual on how to confess to your best friend that you’re in love with her after you’ve filmed sex videos together.

It would be helpful if there was.

After grabbing a coffee and taking a sip, bracing yourself for the bomb you’re about to drop, you walk back to the living room. Eunbi is still there, but now you’re looking at each other like two actors who know the big scene is coming, but neither wants to be the first to step on stage.

“We need to talk,” you both say at the same time, which would be funny if it weren’t an absolutely terrible moment for comedy.

“You first,” you say, trying to sound generous.

“No… you, please,” she insists.

“Okay,” you sigh, sitting down on the couch, already feeling the weight of what’s about to happen. The words gather in your throat, like a rescue team about to jump out of a helicopter. “Look, what I’m about to say isn’t easy. In fact, it’s pretty hard. And it could... well, it could change our friendship. Maybe forever.”

Eunbi nods, encouraging you, though her expression clearly says, ‘I know this is big, but I’m going to pretend I’m calm.’

“I love you,” you finally say, the words coming out stronger than you expected. “And no, it’s not just a friend thing. I’m in love with you, and I’ve been feeling this for a while. Since... since we started filming together, actually. Every time we did a scene, something inside me got more confused, like the fake sex was revealing real feelings.”

Eunbi looks at you, surprised, but she doesn’t interrupt, so you keep going. “I thought it was temporary, something that would go away over time, but it only got stronger. And honestly, I can’t keep going like this, pretending nothing’s changed, because it has. I’m in love with you, for real. I want to be with you. Not just filming together, but... living with you, as a couple. I want us to be real.”

You take a deep breath, feeling some of the tension release from your chest, but vulnerability quickly takes its place. Eunbi looks at you, her eyes slightly teary, and then, before anything else, she says, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” you repeat, confused.

“For making you film all of this with me. I didn’t know what you were going through. I had no idea it was hurting you inside. If I’d known...” She pauses, trying to find the right words, but they seem as hard for her as they were for you. “I would’ve stopped.”

You shake your head, almost laughing, but not in a happy way. “No, you don’t have to apologize. What matters is now, and now is that... I’m being honest. I love you.”

She smiles, that smile you know so well, but now it seems different, softer, more... meaningful. “I like you too. A lot. And I’m not just saying that because you confessed. It’s weird, you know? I’ve been in relationships before, but it was never like this. We have this... bond, this connection I’ve never had with anyone. And I think, actually, I’ve always felt something for you, I just didn’t know exactly what it was. Now I do.”

She pauses, wiping away a solitary tear that escaped despite her efforts. “I want this too. I want to be with you. For real. I can’t imagine being with anyone else. We’ve spent so much time together, it... feels right. It feels like it’s how it’s supposed to be.”

You feel your heart leap in your chest. It’s surreal, all of this.

“So...?”

“So... I guess we’re together,” she says, still smiling, and this time you feel like the smile is for you, and only you.

“Finally,” you say, half-joking, but it’s an undeniable truth.

Still in the high of the magical moment, your heart beating faster than usual for all the right reasons, you decide now is the perfect moment to drop your second bomb.

“Oh, there’s one more thing,” you say, smiling like someone who just found a lost bill in their coat pocket. “Great news, actually. My friend messaged me. The company where he works loved your profile!! You might be getting a job offer soon!”

You wait for a scream of happiness, a tight hug, or even an improvised celebratory dance, but none of that happens. Eunbi doesn’t react the way you imagined. In fact, she seems to have frozen in place, as if someone hit the pause button on real life.

“So it was you?” she asks, her voice suddenly cold.

“Me?” you repeat, having no idea where this is coming from. “Me what?”

She sighs, like someone on the verge of losing their patience. “I got a job offer on LinkedIn.”

You blink, absorbing the information, and then smile widely. “Oh, so it worked! That’s great! I mean, now you have a chance to get out of this life... right?” But Eunbi’s expression, far from joyful, is one of... anger? Something between irritation and deep disappointment starts to form in her eyes.

“Why the hell did you do that?” she asks, her tone more like a police interrogation than a simple question.

You’re stunned, you feel like you’ve just been slapped in the face. “What? I was trying to help. I just wanted what’s best for you!”

“I didn’t ask for your help,” she fires back, her tone growing harsher, like someone who’s been holding something in for a long time and finally let it out.

The ground starts to shift beneath your feet, the romantic and peaceful moment now turning into an unexpected storm. “Drop the pride, Eunbi,” you say, trying to maintain control of the situation. “This is your chance to get out of this life. You don’t have to keep doing... you know, what you’re doing now. And now that we’re on the same page, that you feel something for me too, we can be a real couple. Isn’t that what you want?”

She looks at you for a long, silent moment, as if she’s trying to decide if you’re really as clueless as you seem or if you’re just pretending not to understand what’s happening.

“This has nothing to do with pride,” she says, finally, with a calm that’s more frightening than any scream. “That job offer... it made me feel like crap! It made me rethink everything. Who I am, what I want... And you just... don’t get it.”

You really don’t get it.

Of all the scenarios that ran through your head, this one didn’t even come close to showing up. “I don’t understand. You wanted a stable job in your field, didn’t you?”

She shakes her head, exasperated. “I thought I did. I mean, that was the initial plan when I got fired from my last job. But... I can’t. I don’t want to... What I’m trying to tell you is that I’m not going to take that job.”

The silence that follows is so heavy you can almost hear the sound of raindrops hitting the window.

“So, what are you going to do?” you ask, your voice quieter than you expected.

Eunbi looks you in the eye, and suddenly, the full weight of what she’s about to say appears in her expression. “I’m going to keep doing what I do. I’m going to be an adult content creator, but this time, I’m going all in. No more anonymity. I’m going to show my face. That’s what I’ve decided. This is going to be my life now.”

It’s at that moment that your brain, which had been busy processing the joy of the love confession, just stops working.

This wasn’t in the script.

She was supposed to be happy about the job, you were supposed to be celebrating and planning a future as a normal couple.

Not this...

“You... you want to keep doing this?” you ask, incredulity leaking into every word.

She looks at you with a mix of sadness and determination. “Yes. I want to keep doing it. I want people to see me. I want to keep doing what I do. I love it. And if you’re going to be with me, you’re going to have to accept all of that too.”

The words echo in the room. You stand there, looking at her, trying to fit the pieces of this emotional puzzle that, until seconds ago, was a beautiful, simple picture of a future together. Now, it feels more like one of those abstract paintings people pretend to understand.

She takes a deep breath, and you can tell that the emotion is about to overflow. "Look... I really love you. Truly. And if you want, I'll be the happiest woman in the world by your side. But—" she pauses, the word hanging in the air like a sword about to fall, "if you want to be with me, you’re going to have to accept this Eunbi. The Eunbi you see now, who does what she does. And the weight that comes with it."

Silence. You hear your heart pounding in your chest, so loud it's a wonder Eunbi can't hear it too. The world feels like it’s moving in slow motion, the time between blinks stretching out as if the master of time himself is waiting to see what you’ll say. But what can you say? You’re still processing everything. The confession, the proposal, the fact that she wants to continue in this career—and wants you to be a part of it.

"You... you want to... keep going?" The question comes out hesitantly. You can hardly believe you're asking it. The shock is a physical thing, sitting between you like a third person in the room.

Eunbi, her eyes already shining with tears she’s trying so hard to hold back, nods. "Yes. I want to keep going. I want people to see me. I want to keep doing what I do. I love it. And if you’re going to be with me, you’ll have to accept all of that too."

The tears finally fall, one after the other, as if gravity had won the battle she was trying to fight. You watch, unsure if what you’re feeling is fear, sadness, or some strange sense of relief.

Maybe all of it at once.

She continues, her voice now shaky but still steady. “You can think it over, if you want. This is serious. Our parents are going to find out sooner or later. You know the kind of exposure we’ll face... that I’ll face. And if you’re with me, we’ll be facing that together.”

Eunbi looks directly at you, the intensity in her eyes almost painful. “You warned me about this before. You’ve always worried about me. But if you stay with me now, there’s no going back. People we know might find out, they might see. Are you really willing to risk everything because of me?”

Another pause. This time, it’s not dramatic. It’s just a simple pause, where your mind, suddenly overwhelmed by all these emotions, finds a small space of clarity.

And in that space, the decision that seemed so complicated just moments ago suddenly makes sense.

“Yes,” you say, the word leaving your mouth with a calmness that surprises even you. Eunbi’s eyes widen, as if she isn’t sure she heard you right.

“I accept,” you continue, firmly. "I accept you as you are. If this is what you want to do with your life, then that’s fine by me. I’ll be by your side, no matter what."

She stands there, looking at you like you're some kind of alien that just landed on Earth. And then the tears she was holding back finally fall. But this time, they aren’t tears of sadness or anger. They’re something completely different. Relief, maybe. Or raw happiness, the kind you rarely see.

“Are you sure?” she asks, between sobs. "I... I mean, this won’t be easy! You can think about it more. You can really consider what you’re accepting, what it’s going to mean for you, for us."

You give her that half-smile, the one you know always made her feel safe. "Eunbi," you say, calmly, "I’ve already thought about it. I accept the risk, the exposure. I accept you... As long as I’m with you, it’s all okay."

And with that, she falls apart. Not in a sad or uncontrolled way, but in a beautiful, genuine way. She starts crying, but they’re tears of gratitude, of love, of everything she’s held inside for so long.

You step closer and wrap your arms around her, as if trying to protect her from the whole world. She cries into your chest, her words lost between sobs. You kiss the top of her head, taking in the familiar scent of the shampoo she always uses.

"I love you so much," she says through her tears, her voice muffled against you.

"I love you too," you reply, with a sincerity that fills her up from the inside. “We’re in this together.”

And then, there, in the midst of tears, hugs, and confessions, the world seems to align again. The mess it was before starts to make sense.

Okay, maybe it’s not a fairy tale, but who needs a fairy tale ending when you can have something this real, this alive, this raw, this imperfect and yet, somehow, so absolutely perfect?

And for the first time in a long while, you feel like you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.

With her.

—

[Rubydden] Three minutes ago

This month, we’re going to skyrocket the quality of our content!!

And to kick things off: FACE REVEAL!!🔥🥳

"No way! Really?!" she asks, blinking as if she’s just discovered that water is wet. It’s a mystery to you how someone who works in advertising can be so good at ignoring the obvious. How can a person sell ideas to the world but not see the truckload of debt two feet away?

"Of course! What did you think was going to happen? That it would rain gold? That the landlord would knock on the door and say, 'Hey folks, there was a mistake, rent’s free this month!'?"

"Well... actually, I had an idea, but I don’t know if you’ll like it..." She bites her lip, hesitant.

"What is it?" you ask, knowing at this point you'd consider selling lemonade on the corner just to avoid being evicted from the apartment.

"Ah, forget it. It’s stupid," she replies, looking down.

You sigh.

The apartment seems to be shrinking. Not that it was big to begin with. The concept of 'open plan' here is more like 'we don't have doors because they wouldn't fit'. Anyway, sitting on the couch, you two look like a couple of idiots adrift, not knowing how to solve life's problems. Not that there’s much to be done in situations like this. Rent in the capital, you already know, is controlled by half a dozen real estate conglomerates that basically play Monopoly with people’s lives. They hold prices at absurd levels because they can. They buy everything, dominate everything. To these corporate entities, it's all a matter of perspective. Their perspective, of course. The perspective of those who think it’s perfectly reasonable to charge the price of a private jet for the rent of a shoebox. And, honestly, you're starting to think that living under a bridge might be a more viable option.

Certainly, the rent would be cheaper there.

"I think it’s over. We’ll pay this month’s rent and use our savings to pay the termination fee," you say with the calmness of someone about to sell their soul.

"Do you know how much the penalty is?"

"Well… damn, if I remember right, it’s about three months’ rent. I’m not sure we have that kind of money..."

Eunbi lowers her gaze.

"It’s all my fault... I’m sorry. I ruined everything."

You move closer to her.

"Hey, hey," you say, trying to stay calm. "It’s not your fault, okay? Don’t blame yourself for this. It’s your boss’s fault, those damned budget cuts, and that whole goddamn advertising industry. It’s oversaturated! Everyone’s in advertising now. Everyone’s freelancing social media, designing logos, writing slogans… it feels like every five minutes, a new 'digital marketing expert' is born."

She picks up her phone again, as if the simple act of checking emails might summon answers from the beyond.

"Nothing," she says. "Not a single response. I must’ve sent my resume to about ten different companies. And nothing!"

"This could take some time," you admit. "The problem is, we don’t have time. It might take a month, two, three... and I won’t be able to pay all the bills on my own."

That was it. The hard reality. When you finally thought you had escaped the parental leash, life dragged you right back. All because of a damned budget cut.

"We could take out a loan," Eunbi suggests, as if she’s proposing to throw gasoline on a fire.

"Pay off one debt by creating an even bigger one... not sure that’s very smart. Have you tried unemployment benefits?" you ask.

Eunbi shoots you a look that could fry bacon from a distance.

"You think I haven’t tried?" she snaps, crossing her arms. "Of course I tried. But I’m not eligible."

"What do you mean you’re not eligible?" you ask, already sensing that the answer is going to be one of those low blows life likes to deliver. The kind of gut punch you’ve grown numb to.

"It’s simple," she starts, in a tone that already makes you nervous because when Eunbi starts with ‘it’s simple,’ it usually isn’t. "I was an independent contractor at the agency. I issued invoices like I was running a damn company. Which means, officially, I was never their employee."

"But you worked there every day!"

"Yeah, but technically I was a 'service provider.' Which, in the wonderful world of advertising, means you do everything an employee does, except you don’t get any of the rights."

"So… no unemployment for service providers?"

"Exactly." She lets out an exasperated sigh. "And before you ask, yes, I tried to appeal, but apparently, in the corporate world, making someone work 12-hour days as a 'freelancer' doesn’t count as exploitation, it’s just… 'flexibility.'"

You sit in silence, trying to digest the mountain of absurdities. How did things get to this point? Oh, right. Capitalism doing its fine job of eroding any sense of security or social justice.

"Okay, so no unemployment benefits. The only solution now is for each of us to move back in with our parents."

"No! I don’t want to go back to my parents’ house!!"

You know how true that is. Hell, you don’t want to go back to your parents' house either. Their passive-aggressive hints that 'working' would involve wearing a suit and tie at dinner are something that comes to mind effortlessly.

"What was that idea of yours?" you ask.

"What idea?"

"Well, you said you had a solution. What was it?"

"Err... it’s not a good idea."

"For Christ’s sake, Eunbi, we need to try anything. Just tell me!"

She hesitates, which already makes you nervous.

"I was thinking of recording some online content… just until I find a new job."

You gulp.

"You mean makeup tutorials, right?"

"No… I’m talking about that kind of content."

You sit in silence.

Anything but that.

But… strictly speaking, Eunbi has the kind of body that would make anyone pay to see whatever she was doing.

But no. Definitely not.

"Have you lost your mind?! You want to prostitute yourself online?"

"Hey, it’s not prostitution!" she retorts.

"Why wouldn’t it be?"

"Well… hmm… no one would be with me… I’d be doing it alone."

"That doesn’t matter. Any form of selling your body as an object is prostitution. Physical or virtual!"

"You’re talking like it’s a crime!" she exclaims, already growing impatient. "I have a right to my own body. If I do it willingly, it’s female empowerment!"

"Oh, really? And where’d you learn that, watching Poor Things?"

"Ugh! I hate when you do that!" Eunbi explodes, getting up from the couch. "You treat me like I’m stupid! I just answered your question, you jerk!"

She turns and goes to the bedroom, slamming the door behind her. And there you are, alone on the couch, realizing you really screwed up.

—

You knock hesitantly on Eunbi’s bedroom door. Luckily, Eunbi was angry enough to forget to lock the door. You step in slowly, with the lightness of someone who knows they messed up. The room is dimly lit, the bedside lamp flickering—because of course, even the bulb is on the brink of failure—the LED strips spread across the ceiling now seem to say: look how modern we are, even though we can’t afford rent.

Eunbi is face-down on the pillow, a true millennial icon of melancholy. You sit on the edge of the bed, feeling that slight sink into the mattress.

"Hey..." you try, with the softness of someone expecting a verbal bullet.

"Leave me alone!" Her voice comes out muffled, the pillow now the spokesperson for her anger.

"I know, I know. I was a jerk. I’m sorry, okay?" you say, already adopting that tone of regret that anyone learns in the crash course of relationships. You run your hand through your hair, an automatic gesture, more to hide your awkwardness than anything else.

"I don’t want to talk about it anymore. I hate my life!"

Ah, the classic.

And the truth is, you hate your life too. Because, let’s be honest, you didn’t spend years studying Interactive Design with a Focus on UX/UI (whatever that means anymore) for this. You thought you’d be working on revolutionary projects, changing the digital experience of millions of people, but no... you ended up working from home, developing websites for obscure veterinary clinics and juice bars that swear 'detox is the future.'

“Eunbi, you know I care about you. And I know you were just trying to help. But making that kind of content… it’s way too much exposure.”

She pulls the pillow off her face, revealing red, swollen eyes, the kind that tugs at your heart. Because, damn, you’ve been in this together for four years now.

And honestly, you’re just as lost as she is.

“I don’t want to go back to my parents’ house…” She repeats, like a horror mantra. And you get it. Because if she goes back home, she’ll have to endure endless criticism from her conservative parents, as if the recession were her fault. And if you go back, well, your parents still have your old room ready, along with their endearing way of pointing out all your mistakes.

“We could make it seem like things aren’t as bad as they really are, and then borrow money from our parents,” you suggest, knowing full well those words are more bitter than the chamomile tea from last night that you pretended to enjoy.

“If I borrow money from my parents, I’ll have to pay it back with them throwing it in my face for the rest of time. ‘Oh, remember that money, sweetie?’” She rolls her eyes. “Damn it, I just wanted to handle this on my own... like an adult.”

You try to smile, even though the whole adulting thing has proven to be the greatest marketing scam in human history. “We’re in the same boat. We’ll figure it out together, okay?”

She smiles a little, and you feel a tiny sense of relief. One of those micro-moments of peace that makes you forget for a second that life is basically a series of bills and disappointments.

“Of course,” she replies, and you take the moment to open your arms. She cuddles into you, like she always has, like a friend.

Your best friend.

“Look, if you really want to go through with that idea, I won’t judge,” you say, still trying to balance pragmatism with moral panic. “But... it’s a lot of exposure. And your parents will find out, you know they will. Parents always do. So, what’s the point? Better to ask for money and listen to some lectures than... well, than get caught filming.”

She lifts her head from your shoulder, giving you a look that says: you’re dumber than I thought.

“You think I’d show my face?” She asks, with a calmness that completely disarms you.

“Uh... I don’t know.”

“Of course not! It’d be anonymous, obviously.”

“Oh, I hadn’t thought of that…” you admit, feeling a bit dizzy from the twist.

Well, sure, it makes sense.

In theory.

But in practice...

Damn, all of this is making you nauseous.

She adjusts herself on the bed, as if the weight of the conversation isn’t as heavy as it actually is. “Obviously, it’d be temporary, until I find another job. How could I get a normal job if my videos were exposed? We live in a patriarchal society, I’d be crucified for it.”

“Right. But seriously, are you sure?”

She hesitates, which is answer enough.

“No, but... what other choice do we have?”

“We could borrow money from our friends,” you suggest, with a tone of hope that’s been dying for a few hours now.

“Oh, sure! Let’s owe all our friends! How fun it’ll be when they invite us out, and surprise, they’re all there, and we owe every single one of them. What a delightful situation, huh?”

That hit you. Dead on. You’d rather owe a bank than face the judgmental looks from friends you bowled with two months ago.

“So, how exactly would this content thing work...?” you ask, reluctantly.

“I’d create a Twitter account, promote my OnlyFans, and maybe upload a few videos to PornHub... they monetize, right?”

“And you think I’d know that?!” you exclaim, genuinely offended. “But, uh… yeah, I think they have ads…” She looks at you with that mischievous grin. “Oh, great. I know what you're thinking right now!”

Your embarrassment amuses her a little, and you hear the first giggle of the day.

“By the way, you still have that camera of yours, right?”

“I do... but wait… Look, Eunbi, let’s keep this as the last option. Let’s try something else first. You can take on any odd job... Maybe try something temporary, like washing dishes, I don’t know.”

"Washing dishes?” She groans. “Please, just kill me already.”

“Okay, another job then. But making content stays as the last option, right?”

She huffs, but agrees.

“This phase will pass,” you say, as if you just read a motivational quote on a wooden picture frame.

“Yeah, you’re right,” she responds, which isn’t exactly a vote of confidence, but you’ll take it.

“Come here,” you say, pulling her into another hug, which she accepts without hesitation. “You know you’re my best friend.”

“Of course! It’s been four years living together, hasn’t it?”

“Time flies,” you murmur, and the moment could almost seem cute if not for the whole previous conversation.

“Oh, by the way, I just wanted to say that I read the book Poor Things before watching the adaptation, okay? This time your presumption failed,” she says with a victorious smile.

“Oh, I didn’t know there was a book.”

“Of course you didn’t.”

“I’m really sorry. Will you forgive me?”

“Obviously. We’re in this together, after all.”

“Yeah, we are.”

—

Four days have passed. To your surprise, Eunbi got a job. Making sandwiches at a fast-food place in the mall. It was like a nightmare had ended quicker than a three-second countdown. But reality, as always, refuses to make things easier.

You’re in your room, working miserably when Eunbi arrives. From the way the door closes, something’s off, something you’d like to ignore, but you can’t. You get up, lazily, and head to the living room. There’s Eunbi, looking so angry she could make a cow stop chewing.

“What happened?” you ask, scratching your head as if that would help you understand what’s going on in her mind. “Where’s your uniform?”

“I quit!”

“You got fired?!”

“I QUIT!” She emphasizes, annoyed.

Maybe you were too naïve. Or maybe you were holding onto the last bit of hope like a shipwrecked sailor clinging to a piece of driftwood. It was clear Eunbi wasn’t exactly employee-of-the-month material at a place where every second of your time is monitored.

“What happened?” you ask, already bracing yourself for a terrifying story.

“I threw a sandwich at my supervisor,” Eunbi starts, with the voice of someone who knows it only seemed reasonable at the time. “And no, it wasn’t just any sandwich. It was the special one with three types of sauce.”

“Why? What did he do?"

“He yelled at me. And I’m not talking about a ‘Hey, Eunbi, could you pay more attention?!’ I’m talking about a ‘YOU FORGOT THE DAMN PICKLES AGAIN!'”

“Pickles? Seriously? All this drama over a vegetable?”

Eunbi sighs, collapsing onto the couch like it’s a martyr’s throne.

“Look, I know I made some mistakes. Maybe I forgot the pickles. Or put onions where they didn’t belong. Or made a vegetarian sandwich with bacon. The point is... there are so many orders! There’s the no onions, but extra pickles, the no pickles, but extra onions, the with cheese, but with- how about you go fuck yourself and order the sandwich the way it’s listed on the menu!!?? ... Eventually, your brain turns into a salad, and all you want to do is throw everything in the air and run off to a monastery.”

It’s hard, but you try to hold back your laughter because she’s as mad as a lioness, and well, you don’t want Eunbi throwing things at you too.

“So, the supervisor yelled, and you…?”

“I grabbed the closest sandwich and threw it at him. It wasn’t my fault the sandwich was perfectly made and had the right weight for a rage attack.”

“And then you quit?”

“No, I crossed my arms, looked him in the eye like I was the star of a movie, and said: ‘I quit.’ Just like that. With class.”

“With class and mayonnaise in the air.” You nod.

“But that’s not the worst part,” she continues, shaking her head. “Before the sandwich drama, I went to the storeroom to grab more mustard, and I overheard the supervisor talking to the manager. They were badmouthing me behind my back. They said I was a walking disaster, that I wouldn’t last a week. Bastards! I was within my rights to assault him.”

“it was the duty of these motherfuckers to train you, not mock you in secret."

"But that's not the worst part," she continues, shaking her head. "Before the sandwich drama, I went to grab more mustard from the pantry and overheard the supervisor talking to the manager. They were bad-mouthing me behind my back. Said I was a walking disaster, that I wouldn't last a week. Bastards! I had every right to throw it at him."

"Alright, maybe you were justified in throwing the sandwich," you admit, a quiet anger building inside you.

"Oh, and don't even think about going to the bathroom during your shift, because apparently peeing is a privilege reserved for the elite. I spent the whole afternoon holding it in, almost had to pee in an empty bottle."

You rub your face, trying to process the insanity.

"It's inhumane. No wonder you snapped."

"Snapped? That's putting it mildly. And now... Oh, forget it! I don't want to think about it anymore."

"So what are you going to do?" you ask, already knowing the answer is coming like a runaway train.

"Oh, don't worry, honey," she says, standing up with the sudden determination only impulsiveness can bring. "I've already decided. Fuck it all! Seriously, fuck everything! I'm not going to humiliate myself for a few bucks! I'm done. You know what I'm gonna do!" Her declaration echoes through the room like a manifesto from a new revolutionary who has just realized the fight is against the system.

And the response will be a moral transgression.

You open your mouth, but the words get stuck, drowned in a mix of surprise and, let's admit it:

A certain sense of inevitability.

—

"Hey, I set up the last account," Eunbi says, walking into the room.

You slowly swivel the chair around, giving her that skeptical look, like someone who's seen natural disasters start in subtler ways.

"Alright. So, hmm, do you know what you're going to post?"

"I’ve been thinking about some photos... and maybe a few provocative videos." She pauses dramatically, as if she’s about to announce something revolutionary. "Oh, and I was thinking of buying a dildo!"

You laugh. Not a small chuckle, but a full-on belly laugh, the kind you see in slapstick comedy. The chair even creaks a little with the movement.

"Hey, what's so funny, you idiot? This is serious! Ugh! You're so immature..."

"Sorry, sorry!" you say between stifled laughs. "It's just... the idea of investing in a dildo as a work tool sounds... hilarious. Like, absurd even."

"And now you're not taking this seriously. We need to make this work immediately."

You pull yourself together, calming your breathing.

"Okay, okay, I can't believe I'm saying this, but... I did some research. On this... porn world. To save you a bit of trouble."

She raises an eyebrow.

"Really? I was about to do that myself. Tell me everything!" She sits on the bed, like she's about to listen to a fascinating lecture. Definitely not the kind of thing anyone imagines discussing casually on a Tuesday night.

"Right. Well, it seems like in recent years the... amateur video industry has grown exponentially. It’s always one of the top-searched categories on PornHub. It’s tied to the rise of platforms like OnlyFans. People are more and more into... you know, homemade content. And there's the whole issue about how the traditional porn industry is, let’s say, exploitative."

Eunbi nods, with the expression of someone who, against all odds, is absorbing this impromptu lesson on the ethics of pornography.

"I get it... So people are becoming more aware?"

"Basically. People want... well, ‘guilt-free pleasure’."

"That's good for us, right?"

"In a way, yeah. And, oh, another thing... In this amateur universe, people really like watching real couples."

"Real couples?" The way she repeats it makes everything worse.

And, honestly, you swear you saw a little spark light up in her eyes. The kind of spark that, in the normal world, indicates something very, very stupid is about to be said.

"Yeah," you say, a bit distracted, focusing on the cup of tea in your hand, as if it holds all the answers to your problems. "People like seeing... authenticity, you know? Real couples. Doing, well, real things."

She's quiet for a few seconds. Long enough for you to feel a slight wave of relief.

"So..." She starts, and just from the tone, you already know the sentence is going to end badly. "Why don't we try?"

You freeze, the tea suddenly as interesting as a rock on the street.

"Try what?" Because, of course, asking is always a good way to buy time.

"Doing it together. Filming us. That’s authentic, right?"

For a moment, you wonder if Eunbi inhaled some toxic gas while making sandwiches, because the suggestion is as unexpected as a hippo appearing in the middle of the room to offer financial advice.

You two?

Having sex?

FILMING?!

"You want... to make videos of the two of us... together?" The word "together" seems to explode in the air like a balloon filled with absurd thoughts. Because, as far as you remember, your relationship with Eunbi was firmly planted in the territory of ‘friendship with clear and respected boundaries.’ Like a Platonic Friendship Treaty. And now, suddenly, she wants to tear that treaty into a thousand pieces and throw it out the window.

She looks at you with the seriousness of someone discussing the logistics of a military invasion. "Yes. Look, if we want this to work, we need something big. How many girls are already filming videos with dildos? That gets boring fast. People want something real, exciting. And, well... I think we have that chemistry."

Chemistry. Oh yes, because what every healthy relationship lacks is a good dose of ‘explicit chemistry filmed and made public.’

"Wait, wait, you think this is a good idea? Us? Having sex? Filming it?"

She raises her eyebrows, like you’ve just suggested she doesn’t know the capital of France.

"And you think I'd do this with just anyone? I feel comfortable with you. I feel safe."

So, apparently, when someone says they feel safe with you, the next natural step is to enter a collaborative venture... involving sex and cameras.

What part of the friendship manual did you miss?

"Eunbi... this could be... problematic. Like, really problematic. Aren't we risking... you know, our friendship?" You try appealing to reason. Or, at least, to some lingering common sense.

"Look, I know. But what if it’s what we need to make this work? I mean, what if this is the secret to growing quickly on the platforms?"

You think, hesitate, take another sip of tea — the tea now your only ally in this battle to preserve sanity. Because, frankly, the idea that two friends can jump straight from ‘want pizza?’ to ‘let's fuck and put it online’ is like skipping rehearsal and going straight to the grand finale of a musical.

"I just... I don't know if this will work. Like, what if everything goes wrong? What if... I don't know, things get weird between us? Have you thought about what happens afterward?"

She shrugs, which, honestly, is the most unsettling reaction you could imagine.

"And what if it doesn’t get weird? Maybe it’s just a phase. We do this, make some money, and that's it. Then we move on. Friendship temporarily upgraded to ‘friends with benefits.’ Simple."

Simple. Sure.

Like this is one of those adventures that ends with a cheerful ‘and they lived happily ever after,’ and not a disaster involving lawyers, therapists, Prozac, and embarrassing videos that never really disappear from the internet. But what can you say? After all, in Eunbi’s world, taking shortcuts always seems like the most efficient solution.

You're still processing it all, trying to decide if this is one of the craziest ideas you’ve ever heard or... well, no, it’s definitely the craziest.

"You're... serious?"

She nods.

"Yes. I trust you with this. I’d only trust you."

And there it is. The trust. That damn trust, that magical power that turns ridiculous situations into fucking tangible challenges.

"Okay," you say, the word slipping out before your brain can intervene. "We can try."

She smiles. Not the mischievous kind of smile you'd expect to see in a porn movie when the girl convinces her roommate to have sex, but something more innocent, like she’s just won a board game. "Great! And don't worry. I know you didn’t want to jump into anything without thinking it through. We’ll process the facts today, and tomorrow... well, tomorrow we'll do what we need to do."

You look at the tea, now lukewarm and tasteless, as if it could offer some emergency escape. But no. Because when it comes to insane plans, Eunbi always knows how to drag you along. And, apparently, straight into the depths of a peculiar and profitable niche market.

"Right... tomorrow, then," you say, trying not to think about what you just agreed to.

"Oh, and you can edit the video later. I’m terrible with those programs."

"How many taboos are we about to break with this?" you ask, desperately trying to inject some rationality into the conversation.

"We're definitely leveling up the friendship," Eunbi responds with a smirk.

"Eunbi... what if things get weird between us?"

"But... what if they don't?”

—

The tripod is set up. You, on the other hand, were still mentally disassembled. You’re about to shoot the kind of video people watch with the volume low and their finger hovering over the close tab button. The irony here is that while you were setting up the camera with the precision of a filmmaker, you couldn’t help but think that the universe had a pretty weird sense of humor. You bought the camera thinking of something artistic, and now here you are... one step away from directing your own debut in the home cinema rated for adults.

Eunbi sends a message.

I'm ready.

You take one last look in the mirror. A part of you is still trying to grasp the fact that getting dressed only to undress right after is a special kind of human foolishness.

You knock on Eunbi's bedroom door, camera balanced on the tripod.

“Come in,” she says.

And there she is. Sitting on the bed, casual, wearing a robe as if it were just an ordinary afternoon and you two were about to discuss what to order for delivery, not the starting point of a project that frankly seemed pulled straight out of a very poorly scripted adult comedy.

“So, did the photos turn out well?” you ask, trying to sound professional.

Or at least not completely lost.

“I think so,” she replies. “I took forty-six photos.”

“I suggest deleting the ones that are too similar and picking the best,” you advise, trying to maintain a technical tone.

“Yeah, sure,” she agrees.

“The camera's ready,” you say, placing the tripod on the floor.

“Why my room, anyway?” she asks, glancing around as if considering a set change mid-production.

“Well, it's visually more interesting than mine. Yours has color. Plushies. It helps grab attention. Mine is... just a room. With a normal bed. And normal walls. Pretty generic, you know?”

She lets out a short laugh, and you can’t help but feel a bit proud for at least managing to keep the humor intact.

“You're really becoming an adult film director.”

“If we’re going to do it, might as well do it right, right?” you reply, doing your best to pretend that makes sense.

“Hey, do you think someone could recognize my room?” she asks, suddenly serious.

You ponder the question for a moment, as if the logic of it really mattered at this point in the insanity. “Look, millions of porn videos are posted every day. Who besides your friends knows your room? It’s unlikely anyone will notice. And anyway, the focus isn’t going to be on the curtains, you know?”

“You’ve got a point,” she concedes, but the tension still lingers in the air.

“Sounds reasonable. Well, I guess we should get started,” she says, standing up to take off the robe, like someone about to jump into a cold pool, just wanting to get it over with.

You swallow hard. She takes off the robe all at once, revealing red lingerie that looks like it came straight from a things you never imagined seeing your roommate wear magazine. It’s one of those situations that make you question your entire life up until that point.

“Wow...” is all you can manage to say. Because, let’s be honest, sometimes your brain just decides complex words aren’t necessary.

“What do you think?” she asks, with a confidence that only makes your embarrassment worse.

“I think you know what I think, Eunbi,” you reply. Because, yeah, she knew. She was gorgeous. Everyone knew that—even the landlord, the vacuum of everyone’s joy, smiled when she opened the door (he always scowled at you). But Eunbi’s stunning beauty was never something you’d really articulated... at least not until now, when the context was as awkward as possible.

And then comes the final blow:

“What do you think about us kissing before we move on to the sex? Just to... get to know each other better.”

‘Get to know better’? It was like she was offering a cup of tea before harvesting your kidney. “Uh, yeah, sure,” you reply, even though your mind is screaming at you to reconsider every decision made so far.

You move closer, slowly. Your fingers find the soft curve of Eunbi’s waist, a light touch, almost as if asking for permission. Your lips, just millimeters from hers, hesitate for a fraction of a second. Then it happens.

Strangely... it’s good.

Too good, actually.

The kiss starts timidly, a simple brush of lips, but quickly grows, like a wave swelling, swallowing any trace of doubt. The softness of her lips is almost surreal, and you feel a spark that ignites something primal inside you, a desire that swells, pushing you to want more. Eunbi’s lips mold to yours, warm and wet, and you lose track of where one of you ends and the other begins.

For a moment, the weight of the situation disappears, swept away by the intensity of the kiss. It’s wrong, an invisible line you’re crossing, but the feeling is so undeniably good that your body refuses to acknowledge the mistake. The kiss deepens, your tongues meeting in a rhythm that soon feels natural, far too intimate for just friends. She sighs against your mouth, a soft sound, but one that vibrates in your chest, making every cell in your body respond.

Every time her lips move against yours, it’s like sinking further into the moment, an awareness that it may be impossible to go back. Her taste is intoxicating, the sweetness of gloss and the spice of desire, and you feel helpless to it.

A dangerous feeling.

And even knowing that, all you can think of is how good it feels. The kind of good that only makes things worse, because it makes you want more, and more is exactly what you shouldn’t want right now.

“That wasn’t so bad,” she says, with a small smile.

“Yeah, not bad,” you reply, still trying to process the fact that the line was crossed, and there’s no turning back now.

“Maybe this will work,” she says, and her smile widens.

“And now?” you ask, knowing very well the answer, but for some reason, wanting to hear it again, like you’re waiting for reality to change.

Or not change.

“Take off your clothes. Turn on the camera. Let’s just get this over with.”

The words hang in the air for a moment, and you find yourself obeying before you can think better of it.

Which had been a troubling trend lately.

Now here you are, taking off your shirt with the certainty that she’s watching you, as if you were rehearsing for an underwear runway, and Eunbi, with not the slightest trace of embarrassment, was the director, assessing the performance of the nervous model.

“And now?” you ask, more to fill the silence than out of any real need for guidance.

“Duh, now take off your pants!” Her pragmatism was, in a way, terrifying. She definitely didn’t seem like someone about to break down emotional barriers that most people would never consider, not even in their wildest fantasies.

“All right, I’m going to take off my pants now, okay?” you announce, as if that would somehow soften the inevitability of the situation.

“Please!” she responds with a sense of urgency that does nothing to ease your nerves.

The moment you unbutton your pants is punctuated by an incredibly uncomfortable thought: you’re already hard, outlined by your boxers, a sort of irrefutable proof that your body, unlike your mind, is completely onboard with the situation. You feel the heat rise to your cheeks—not exactly the kind of thing you wanted to draw attention to, but here you are.

You turn to Eunbi, and before you can process another thought, she takes the initiative.

“Come here.”

And of course, you obey. Well, it’s not like there was another option. She’s sitting on the bed, and as soon as you approach, her hand finds your erection. Your body’s reaction is immediate—a slight recoil, a signal that the line between ‘weird’ and ‘pleasurable’ was blurring.

“You can tell it’s pretty big,” she comments with a calmness that only adds another layer of absurdity to everything. And then, because of course she would, she squeezes your cock. “Damn, you’re already fully hard,” she adds with a giggle that the universe, in a perfect moment of irony, must have designed to make you feel even stranger.

“Err... it’s just the stimuli, you know? Natural reaction,” you try, in the vain hope that explaining biologically what was happening would relieve the tension.

It didn’t.

“Sure, absolutely,” she responds, already positioning her hand around your waist, pulling you closer. The other hand, of course, remains occupied holding your cock, because this is the world you now inhabit.

Eunbi starts kissing your abdomen, slow and wet, with a hypnotizing concentration. You feel her breath, the warm kisses, and when she inhales deeply, taking in your scent, a shiver runs down your spine.

“Eunbi...” you murmur, your voice a mix of excitement and confusion. “What the hell are you doing...?”

“Making you relax and get in the mood,” she replies.

Then she lightly squeezes your balls. Your abdomen tightens in response, your muscles tense where her lips still rest.

And of course, you're loving it. But who in their right mind would turn down this kind of attention from someone like Eunbi? And she knows it. Because soon, there's a small damp spot forming on your underwear, a clear sign of just how into it you are.

A sly smile appears on her lips, and without missing a beat, she moves her mouth to the damp spot, running her tongue over the fabric. Her tongue brushes the tip of your cock through your underwear, pushing you to a level of teasing that borders on unbearable.

"Fuck, you did it, Eunbi. I'm about to explode!" you blurt out, no longer even pretending to have control.

"I know," she replies with a giggle that leaves you completely at her mercy. "Turn on the camera, let's get started," she finishes, and the way she says it makes everything feel both ridiculously normal and extraordinarily wrong.

And you never thought you'd say this to her, but you do:

"A blowjob is the perfect way to start a scene," you say with fragile confidence. "Kneel down... please."

Without a word of hesitation, Eunbi grabs a pillow from the bed with the ease of someone who's done this before — or at least, seen it somewhere. She kneels with a calmness that's almost unsettling, as if preparing for meditation, except the meditation here involved a situation Buddha would likely struggle to bless.

As you adjust the camera, you catch yourself wondering if you'd ever explain this to someone if it came to light. 'Oh, yeah, you know, that day was just another ordinary day, framing the shot to make sure only the bottom half of Eunbi’s face was visible while she... well, you know.'

"Okay, I think it's good," you say, and then press record.

There's something about the subtle sound of the recording starting that shifts the mood. The lighting, the air's vibration — suddenly, it's as if the room is a stage, and you're the reluctant star of a very private show. You awkwardly pull off your underwear and step into the frame as if it's the most natural thing in the world.

Eunbi doesn't waste any time. As soon as you're in the camera's view, her hands reach for your cock with a startling familiarity, as if this were just another routine moment in an otherwise ordinary day. Her fingertips glide over your skin with the lightness of someone who knows exactly what they're doing, moving slowly, unhurried, as if savoring the anticipation just as much as you are.

She starts with kisses — soft, deliberate, paying homage to the side of your shaft. Each touch of her lips is warm and firm. Her path is meticulously calculated, covering each inch slowly, climbing a ladder of pleasure only she knew the destination of.

When her lips reach the tip, the pleasure shifts gears. Short but quick licks. Teasing, as if tasting every detail before fully committing. A shiver runs down your spine, and the low moan that escapes your lips is the only possible response to her expertise. Your cock pulses against her tongue, and for a moment, you forget where you are, the camera, the whole situation.

There is only heat and touch.

Then, finally, she decides it's time. With almost surgical precision, she takes the head of your cock into her mouth, her lips closing around it. The warm wetness of her mouth is overwhelming, and you feel every nerve in your body go on high alert. The sensation is indescribable—something stirring within you, something that transcends words. The outside world fades completely, and all that remains is the slow, deliberate motion of her head moving up and down, every inch enveloped by the soft warmth of her mouth.

"Fuck, that feels so good," you say, not really expecting a response. The words leave your mouth like a statement, a universal truth that, in that moment, feels unquestionable.

She hears—and 'answers'. The pace quickens, and the gentleness gives way to something more intense, more urgent. Her mouth works with precision, taking your cock in completely, all the way to the back of her throat. The sensation is so tight, so warm, it's hard to believe that much space is even physically possible. But Eunbi keeps going, without hesitation, her rhythm steady as saliva begins to trickle from the corners of her mouth, wetting the base of your cock and creating a spectacle you can barely absorb.

Your hips begin to move involuntarily, matching the pace she's set. The feeling of her tight throat around you makes you want her to take it deeper, even if it’s impossible, and with each gag she gives, you feel the pressure building, like you're on the edge of losing control completely. But she keeps going, relentless, the wet sound, the little muffled moans she makes as she struggles to swallow you—everything combines in a way that makes your head spin.

Finally, Eunbi has to stop to catch her breath. She gasps for air, her eyes watery, and a thin string of saliva hangs from your cock as she pulls back, panting.

"Now let me fuck your pussy, baby," you say, your voice low and raspy, with a need that only grows stronger with each passing second.

You pause the video and rush to reposition the tripod. The camera, once focused on the intricate details of the blowjob, now needs to capture something bigger—a moment that could, without exaggeration, rival an impressionist masterpiece. Or at least, that’s what you’re telling yourself as you adjust the zoom with a trembling hand, fighting to maintain control over the situation. The plan? Record Eunbi riding you, the camera capturing her from behind, her pale ass moving frantically, the view of your cock disappearing inside her. A beautiful scene. Though not exactly something they'd teach in a filmmaking class.

But who said art can’t have a touch of... obscenity?

You lie back on the bed, and Eunbi wastes no time. She slips off her panties, and without a word, climbs up with a grace that's stunning to watch. Her movements are so fluid, so perfect, you could swear she had been a professional porn actress in a past life. You settle in, watching her as she kneels over you.

Eunbi smiles slowly, deliberately, as she unhooks her bra and tosses it aside, revealing her breasts for the first time. And what a revelation. They're perfect—large, firm, swaying slightly as she moves, adjusting herself on top of you. Your heart races, and for a moment, you forget how to breathe.

"Fuck, Eun— baby, you're so fucking hot!" You don’t even try to hide the awe in your voice.

She knows, of course she knows. And her smile widens, full of a confidence that only makes things more intense.

"You better be ready," she says, her voice low and heated as she positions herself, her slender, precise fingers wrapping around your cock, guiding it to the slick entrance of her pussy. The heat radiating from her makes you grit your teeth in anticipation.

"No condom?" you murmur, hoping the camera doesn’t pick it up.

"We won’t need one. Just don’t come inside me." Her reply is direct, pragmatic—perfectly understandable.

She starts moving, slowly sinking down on you with a precision that makes you want to moan. The heat, the tightness, the way her pussy envelops your cock, so wet and snug, is more than you could have anticipated. It’s the kind of pleasure that goes beyond the physical, spreading through every inch of your body, overwhelming your mind as she lowers herself until she’s fully seated on you.

"Oh, baby!" you groan, not exactly sure what to say but feeling the need to express the whirlwind of sensations coursing through your body. "You’re... perfect."

She smiles, knowing exactly the effect she’s having, and then starts to move, grinding her hips with a mastery that feels innate. Her slim hips rise and fall, the motions so smooth, so natural, that you can barely believe what you’re seeing. Her breasts, glorious and exposed, bounce with every movement, hypnotizing you with each sway. Your eyes can’t look away, and before you know it, your hands are on them, squeezing the warm, soft flesh, feeling the heat of her skin as she continues to ride you with an almost insane rhythm.

"You move so well, baby," you murmur, the pleasure building with every thrust, every moan that escapes from Eunbi’s lips.

She moans in response, her hips moving faster, more intensely, as her moans grow louder. The bed creaks beneath you both, the sound mingling with your muffled groans and the quickened breaths of both of you. Every movement of hers is a new burst of pleasure, making you lose track of time and space.

"Fuck... you’re so fucking hot," you groan again, this time with more intensity, squeezing her breasts harder, your fingers now playing with her hard, pink nipples. She leans forward, her breasts right in your face, and it doesn’t take much prompting for your mouth to capture her left breast, sucking it with a near-desperate hunger.

"Mmm, yes, suck my tits, go on!" she commands, her authoritative tone interrupted by moans of pure pleasure.

You obey without hesitation, sucking her nipple as your hands grip her waist, taking control of the pace, thrusting into her pussy with overwhelming force, the sound of bodies colliding echoing through the room. Her pussy is so warm, so tight, and the moans she lets out every time your cock fills her drive you to go deeper.

You keep nibbling on her breast, swirling your tongue around the nipple.

You stop sucking for a moment, just long enough to look at Eunbi’s face. Her expression is dazed, lost in the whirlwind of pleasure you’re giving her, her lips slightly parted, breathing heavily. "More... please," she whispers, barely able to breathe, and there’s something about the way she says it, like the last drop of self-control has evaporated. It’s a plea that makes you lose the rest of your restraint. You meet her request with a harder, deeper thrust, pulling a loud moan from her that reverberates through the room.

Your mouth returns, even more eager, to her skin, sucking with more intensity as your hands glide down her waist, fingers sinking into her soft flesh, taking control. You pull her body against yours, each movement more precise, more urgent. The force with which you thrust into her pussy is almost brutal, and the sound of your bodies colliding echoes through the room, drowned only by her moans that tease you like a wild melody. With every thrust, her pussy tightens around you, hot like a furnace, and the sensation of being engulfed by her heat and wetness makes your head spin. You feel her pleasure pulse around you every time you fill her, like her body itself is begging for more. And you give more. You keep going, your mouth seeking her breast, nibbling, sucking the nipple with fervor, while your tongue slowly and teasingly slides over it. The smell of sweat, sex, and the sensation of forbidden pleasure—you want to go deeper, you need to go deeper.

"Get on all fours for me, baby," you say, an irresistible suggestion.

Eunbi, the seasoned actress, nods and climbs off you. You get up and pause the recording, pulling the camera off the tripod, turning into a rather cheeky vlogger now.

Eunbi gets on all fours on the bed, as if this position were second nature to her, readying everything for the next phase of the ‘cinematic masterpiece’ you’re both creating.

"Are you going to hold the camera?" Eunbi asks, glancing over her shoulder, a mix of lust and amusement in her eyes.

"Yeah. POV style," you reply, with the confidence of someone who doesn’t really know what they’re doing but is fully committed to the aesthetic. "Besides, your ass is way too good to be left out of the frame."

She laughs, a soft, sultry sound that echoes through the room, while you resume recording, adjusting the focus. Your cock, already impatient, brushes against the entrance of her pussy, pulling that delicious moan of anticipation from her. The camera catches everything, from the gleam of her sweat-covered skin to the way she arches her back, silently begging for more without having to say a word.

You start slow because, well, you’re a considerate director, right? At first, just the tip, easing into her without rush. But who are we kidding? You both know this won’t last long. As soon as you’re fully inside her, the pace starts to quicken for real. Each thrust is firmer than the last, and her moans grow louder, deeper. The camera captures the interplay of shadows between your bodies, the wet sounds of movement mixed with moans, creating a scene worthy of an Oscar for ‘Best Erotic Realism.’

Then, as if an intrusive thought hits you mid-thrust, you wet your thumb with your saliva and bring it to Eunbi’s tight little asshole. The motion makes her gasp in surprise—a sharp intake of breath, cut off by unexpected pleasure. You begin to circle your thumb slowly around her tight entrance. Keeping focus—or holding the camera—with one hand isn’t easy, but life is about challenges. And by the sound of Eunbi’s moaning, you’re doing just fine.

"More... more," she moans, moving against you with a delicious fury. Your thumb starts pressing deeper, slowly, as your cock keeps sliding in and out of her pussy.

"Are you liking it, baby?" you ask, as she starts moving her hips frantically, almost losing control. Her moans are louder, more desperate, as if she’s on the edge of something monumental.

Each movement is faster, more intense, and you feel that familiar pressure building up.

“Fuck, I... I'm gonna come...” you groan, barely able to form words, the pleasure consuming you entirely.

But then, Eunbi, always so in sync, screams back:

"No! Hold it! Fuck, hold it!" Her voice is hoarse from moaning, her body convulsing with anticipation. "I need to come on your dick, fuck! Don’t stop now, please!"

Holding it, sure. As if it’s easy to keep control when every part of your body is screaming for release. But the desperate tone in her voice— that raw, urgent need— makes you resist for just a moment longer. Your hips keep moving, pushing deep, but you slow down, feeling the restraint turn into delicious torture. Every thrust is like walking on the edge of a knife.

While Eunbi is completely out of control.

She’s throwing her hips against your cock, riding frantically, as if chasing that last second of bliss that only you can give her. Her moans have turned into short, urgent cries, each one in sync with the sound of skin slapping against skin.

“Fuck... I’m gonna come... I’m gonna come for you!” she screams, and you feel the trembling begin deep inside her pussy, a wave of pleasure sweeping through her entire body, making her shake in a way that almost breaks you completely.

She convulses around your cock, and all you can do is hold on tight, trying not to lose control at that exact moment. Your moans are impossible to hold back, mixing with hers, creating a chaotic symphony of pleasure. Your hand, which had been gripping her ass, starts slapping rhythmically as you force your body to keep up with her insane pace.

“Oh, baby, I’m gonna...” you groan, feeling yourself on the verge of losing the battle.

“Fuck, come for me! Come on my ass!” Eunbi screams, and that’s all you need to hear. Your muscles finally give in, and you pull out at the last second, feeling the unbearable heat surge up your spine. With a guttural moan, you explode, the hot cum shooting straight onto her tight little ass.

She lets out a long, satisfied moan as she feels the hot liquid covering her skin, dripping between her thighs and over her tight little ass. “Oh, fuck, baby... it’s... so hot...” she whispers, almost breathless.

You can barely think, your mind dulled by the overwhelming pleasure, but still, instinctively, you position your cock at the entrance of her tight little ass, pushing in slowly. Just the head goes in, pushing your hot cum with it, and that’s enough to draw another deep moan from her.

“Aaaah! My tight asshole! Slowly, baby, slowly!”

Her tight entrance almost suffocates you, the heat driving you crazy as you push in a bit more, until the whole head, along with the cum, is buried inside.

Her ass tightens around you, pulling the cum in, and you can barely move without feeling like you’re going to lose control all over again. With one last gasp of pleasure, you thrust in slowly, just to prolong that divine sensation, the swollen head pressing against the tight muscle, before carefully pulling out.

Eunbi stays there, on all fours, her ass raised and trembling, panting, and you see that even her pussy is dripping with juice.

“Mmm, baby, you gave me so much cum... just look,” she says, her voice sweet and breathless.

You position the camera, of course, capturing every second of that surreal sight, knowing that later, during editing, you’ll get turned on again watching the scene. The camera records the moment when Eunbi’s tight little ass slowly opens, letting your cum drip out. It’s a breathtaking sight. Later, during editing, you’ll watch that scene and think she really looked like a natural porn actress.

The way her skin glistens with sweat and semen mixed together... Somehow you are proud of what you did.

“Well, I think we’re done,” you say, ending the recording, still breathless but with that post-orgasm serenity that makes it feel like the outside world doesn’t matter anymore. “Fuck, that was amazing.”

She gives a satisfied smile as she fixes her hair, like she just stepped out of a shampoo commercial instead of, well, something else. "So? Did you record everything?"

"I’ll watch the video later. Check if I didn’t miss any details... or angles." You lean back against the wall, already envisioning the meticulous editing work to come. "But, I think I got everything."

“Good. I can’t wait to see the final result.”

“You’re really excited about this, huh?”

She chuckles as she bends down to pick up her panties and bra from the floor, and somehow even that looks like a rehearsed scene. “I’m excited about the idea of not being evicted from my apartment.”

“Oh, right… I almost forgot about that…” you mumble, still trying to recover from the practical turn in the conversation.

Then she looks at you with a mischievous smile.

"By the way, you fuck well. It was really good."

That hits you like an unexpected gust of wind.

Is she serious?

The smile Eunbi gives you answers for her.

“Well, I’m gonna take a shower now.”

"Oh, right... I’ll go after," you reply, trying to sound indifferent.

Eunbi gives you a quick, incredulous look.

"For what? Let’s shower together!"

“Really?” You hesitate, forgetting that she just swallowed you whole like you were a condemned man’s last meal. Then, you reconsider. "I mean, yeah, you’re right.”

Without further ado, you also gather your scattered clothes and follow her to the bathroom. She turns on the shower, and within seconds, she's under the warm water, her skin glowing beneath the droplets. You join her, after all, there's nothing like the steam of a good shower to blur the clarity of your life decisions.

The warm water hits your back as you grab the soap, and, unsure what to do with your hands, you start lathering your shoulders. Eunbi, on the other hand, acts with a strange ease, her gaze slightly distracted, washing her hair with methodical efficiency. And there you are, in complete silence, except for the sound of the water falling and your brain, which finally seems to be waking up.

You slept with your best friend.

This is the kind of thing that, in retrospect, seems like something a snarky narrator would tell: ‘Oh, sure, you might have thought it was all fine, that this wouldn't complicate anything at all. But, darling, did you really think fucking your roommate would be that simple?’

You hand her the soap, your fingers brushing hers for a second longer than necessary. Your heart gives that little jump, the one you usually ignore when it comes to Eunbi. But now... well, now it’s impossible to ignore.

You’re both naked, yes, but not just physically.

"I liked it when you called me 'baby.'"

Her voice cuts through your thoughts.

"Ah... it was in the heat of the moment, you know?" you respond, trying to keep your voice casual. "I couldn’t say your real name."

She giggles, as if you’ve told a brilliant joke. "Of course! I know, but... it sounded nice. You can call me that more often."

And there it is again.

That slight but undeniable current of ambiguity.

It was just a recording, right? Just a temporary necessity. But here, under the shower, foam running down her body, something feels more... intimate. As if the invisible barrier between friendship and something more had not only been crossed but obliterated.

"Ah, sure," you reply, avoiding direct eye contact with her. "I'll do that."

She goes back to soaping her body, and the silence returns, only this time it’s filled with something new, an undefined tension. You rub your chest, as if that could clean away the growing unease. After all, it’s not just that you have sex with your best friend—it’s the fact that you enjoyed it way too much. And the way she casually smiled at you every now and then, her eyes shining under the bathroom light, didn’t help clear the confusion.

You wonder: is she feeling the same way? As she soaps her arms and washes her hair, is she also trying to ignore the fact that your friendship might never be the same again? Or, worse yet, is she completely fine while you, the sentimental fool, drown in the murky waters of your emotions?

"Do you think anyone will watch our video?" she asks casually.

You laugh nervously, the question seeming so disconnected from the storm in your mind.

"When people see you for the first time, I think everyone will want to watch our video."

She smiles again.

Maybe she’s thinking the same thing as you.

Or maybe you’re just clinging to any sign that validates your own concerns.

The truth is, under that shower, you weren’t just two friends relaxing after a recording. There was something more there, something that threatened to mess up not just your friendship, but also your heart.

What was supposed to be a simple fix for your finances now seemed to be creating a tangle of feelings that you weren’t sure you wanted—or could—untangle.

—

During the first month after the content was posted, something close to magic happened. Not the kind of magic with wands and spells, but the magic of marketing—the real dark art. Or, to be more precise, the skills Eunbi had picked up in her advertising course were finally put to the test, with results worthy of a case study. Rubydden (yes, that was the name she had chosen, a ‘genius’ fusion of Ruby and Forbidden, a fitting name for this kind of market) was not playing around.

With just a few strategically provocative photos and short videos released on PornHub, she managed to create a domino effect that even the best social media consultant couldn’t have predicted. People started viewing, commenting, following. And, of course, paying. Because if there’s one thing the adult entertainment world teaches, it’s that nothing draws more curiosity than a mix of mystery and accessibility with a pinch of ‘I shouldn’t, but'...

The success came fast, almost too fast. The pay-per-view of the sextape became the most purchased content on her profile. The views skyrocketed, and the number of tips with affectionate comments directed at her on paid platforms kept growing. Money was flowing into the accounts as regularly as Eunbi posted solo masturbation videos—which, apparently, was a very calculated frequency for someone who claimed to hate dealing with logistics. That girl had turned what seemed like a dead-end situation into a real business. And she did it with such genuine enthusiasm that, well, it was hard to tell if you were proud or completely worried.

Eunbi, whom you once knew as your somewhat messy, somewhat lazy roommate, was now obsessed with engagement metrics, SEO, and personal branding. The couch, which used to be a place to relax and watch silly shows, had transformed into the operations center of the little sexual entrepreneur. You saw her there, taking up the whole couch, her phone practically glued to her face, responding to comments, interacting with followers, as if every message was one more step toward dominating her niche.

It was disturbing how excited she seemed about it all. Not the kind of frantic excitement, but that calm, controlled joy of someone who knows they’re on the right path. You found yourself thinking about the caption of the first sextape—a text so simple it was almost brilliant:

"My first sextape posted 🥰 I’m so shy, but at the same time so excited to be able to share with you all. Hope you enjoy and stay tuned for more ❤️"

That caption invaded your thoughts at the most inopportune times.

While you drank coffee, for example, the caption would pop into your head, as if the message itself was engraved in some dark corner of your mind. I’m so shy. How does someone write that and sound genuine?

Well, Eunbi apparently could.

You taught her basic editing tricks, like blurring the face and making small cuts. For 3 to 5 minute videos, the average length of the videos, it was very easy to edit.

Meanwhile, the money for rent, the original reason for this whole adventure, had already been raised in the first two weeks since she started. The problem was, now, money seemed like a footnote in a much bigger story. Eunbi, or rather Rubydden, was attracting devoted followers. And if there’s something that feeds the ego faster than any sum of money, it’s attention.

You could see it in her. The glimmer in her eyes, the contained excitement every time her phone buzzed. She was building a little empire, piece by piece, comment by comment.

And you, well, you were there. In the backstage. Watching everything, trying to understand how things had gotten to this point.

—

You're in your room, immersed in the world of Skyrim, where dragons need to be slain and the world makes more sense. The familiar sounds of the keyboard and the distant echo of battles are a kind of refuge. Every arrow you shoot at the next monster is just an excuse to ignore what's happening outside.

The world out there has gotten too weird for your taste.

But of course, like in the movies, peace never lasts long in real life either.

The door suddenly swings open, and Eunbi walks in with a sparkle in her eyes you can’t ignore. It's that new gleam, the kind that carries a strange joy that now makes you nervous.

“Hey,” she says casually. Her arms are hidden behind her back. “I bought you a present.”

You pause the game, the screen freezing at the exact moment your character is about to strike a dragon. “A present?” Your voice comes out a little wary because, let’s be honest, anything Eunbi does now is a reason for suspicion.

“Yeah! A present!” She repeats, and suddenly, with a Christmas-commercial smile, she reveals the package: a top-of-the-line gaming headset.

You stare at the headset, trying to process it. "This is... amazing... it's a great gift." The surprise still holds you, but there’s something else underneath. Something unsettling. Because you know exactly how this gift was bought.

“It was the most expensive one in the store,” she says, throwing out the phrase with the confidence of someone who thinks they just made the best purchase ever. “So, do you really like it?” She asks, still smiling, waiting for your approval like she’s done something grand. And maybe she has. In a twisted way.

“Yeah, it’s fantastic. Thanks.” You smile, or at least you try to. The discomfort is still there, like a pebble in your shoe, but what else can you say?

"Good!"

She seems relieved. But of course, you know it doesn't end here.

Not with Eunbi.

She sits on your bed, crossing her legs way too casually for what she’s about to say. You already know that look, that vibe.

“So, there’s a reason for this present…”

You sigh, already bracing for the hit. “Oh, is there?”

“Yeah, people are asking for more videos,” she reveals. “With us.” She makes air quotes. “You know, as a couple.”

“*More videos*?” Your voice almost cracks. You knew this was coming eventually, but hearing it for real is still a shock.

She nods, way too excited for your liking. “Yeah, tons of people are commenting. They loved seeing us together. They’re saying we’re… what was it? Oh yeah, ‘incredibly hot’.”

“Incredibly hot?” You repeat, feeling a mix of shame and discomfort swirling inside you. It wasn’t just the compliment. It was the fact that now you were involved in something you never planned for.

“Yeah! People are saying we’re really sexy. You should see the comments. They’re... intense.”

You don’t know how to respond. Part of you wants to pretend this isn’t a big deal. The other part, the darker and more unsettling one, feels oddly flattered.

And that’s where things get dangerous.

She watches you with that look, the one that knows you’re running from something. “You’ve been acting weird since we recorded,” she remarks casually. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you answer, too quickly.

Because, of course, explaining the emotional hurricane you’ve been feeling would be... complicated. How could you explain that casually hooking up with your best friend for a paying audience has left your mind completely wrecked?

She looks at you a little longer but soon gives up trying to figure you out. “If you say so…”

Before you can escape this mental standstill, she gets up from the bed and, in one swift and agile move, sits on your lap, on your gaming chair. You can barely process it. The warmth of her body, the scent, everything is hitting you all at once. She leans in, her lips dangerously close to your ear, and asks in the softest voice, "So... want to record another video with me?"

Your mind freezes for a second. The warm breath on your ear, the comfortable weight on your lap, the memory of the last time Eunbi called you ‘baby’ — all of it is working against you. And before you realize it, the word slips out of your mouth without you even noticing.

“Okay.”

She smiles.

“Great! It’ll be amazing.”

She gets off your lap with the lightness of someone who’s just closed a big deal. And just before leaving the room, she turns and drops another bomb. “Oh, I did a poll, and people are asking for a boobjob. Urgently.”

“A... boobjob?” you repeat, your mind spinning around that idea.

“Yeah! It seems like that’s what the audience wants to see. I thought you’d like the idea.”

You’re caught between the thrill of being part of all this and the discomfort of realizing you really like the idea.

“So, come to my room at 8 p.m.,” she says, as if she’s just scheduling a regular meetup. “Oh, and I have another surprise for the occasion. I think you’ll like it.”

And with that, she leaves the room, leaving you alone with your new headset, an avalanche of feelings, and a confusion you have no idea how to handle.

—

You head to Eunbi’s room at exactly 8 p.m., the atmosphere already thick with that familiar energy—a blend of excitement, tension, and, of course, a certain discomfort you try to ignore. The last time you were here, things took a turn that, well, completely changed the dynamic of your life. And now, here you are again, ready for the next 'project.'

Eunbi is at the vanity, applying lipstick. The bright red she chose glistens on her lips. You walk in and make an attempt to sound casual.

"Hey… I brought the camera, just in case."

She takes one last look in the mirror, stretching her lips to check if the lipstick is even, and then she smiles. "Great! The camera works for now, but I’m thinking of buying a new phone, you know? One with a top-tier camera for easier recording."

You nod, trying to process the fact that she’s seriously investing in this. It’s not just a passing joke anymore. Not at all.

The girl is making business moves.

She gets up from the vanity, and only then do you notice the lingerie. Black lace, highly provocative, with details that seem designed to drive your mind wild. The bra is more suggestive than functional, and the panties… well, technically, it’s more of an idea of panties. The effect is immediate. Your body reacts before your mind, which is always a problem.

“Close your eyes,” she says.

You hesitate for a second but then comply. You hear the soft sound of a drawer opening, something being moved around. Then, with a slightly excited tone, she says, "You can open them now."

When you open your eyes, the surprise hits. Eunbi is wearing a black, sexy mask that covers her eyes in a way that seems designed to make her ten times more attractive. The mask, paired with the red lipstick highlighting those lips, makes you swallow hard.

“Well? What do you think?” She spins around as if she were showing off a new dress instead of looking like the star of an adult film.

You try to keep your composure. "You look... beautiful. Very... sexy."

She smiles, clearly pleased with the effect she’s having. “I decided I’m going to film with masks from now on. It’s more practical. Saves time editing and doesn’t mess with the anonymity and all that.”

You nod, unsure if this is a relief or just another sign that she’s diving headfirst into this world. "Yeah, makes sense."

“Great, then. Now you can start recording.” The way she says it is as casual as asking you to film a birthday party.

Eunbi, now fully masked, approaches you, and soon you’re back in the familiar scenes from the last time. When her lips touch yours, you feel that familiar warmth. The kiss starts slow, almost innocent, but it heats up quickly. Just like the first time. Okay, maybe with a little more intensity.

She senses your desire, her lips working on yours with a growing pressure that only increases the tension. Meanwhile, her hand finds its way to your cock, feeling it harden beneath your pants. You moan, unable to hide your excitement, and she responds with a smile mid-kiss, knowing exactly what she’s doing.

With your free hand, you squeeze her ass, that perfect ass that, let’s face it, is part of the whole package that makes Eunbi so... addictive. Low moans escape from both of you, and for a moment, it almost feels like there’s something between you two. Until she professionally breaks the contact.

"Take off your clothes and sit down," she whispers, with a smile that leaves no room for doubt. "It’s time for the boobjob."

In no time, your pants and underwear are on the floor. You didn’t think it was necessary to take off your shirt this time. You sit in the chair, your cock standing tall like a flag on a battlefield. Eunbi, the expert, stands in front of you, holding a bottle of lube. You know this is going to be good—just as good as it is wrong.

“Turn on the camera,” she says, her voice so sweet it’s clear she’s now in her persona. Not acting, but tapping into that dark side she reserves for these moments.

With slightly trembling hands, you turn on the camera. The lens starts capturing everything—and you too. This is the start of a new reality, one that, a few months ago, would’ve only happened in an erotic dream that left you feeling guilty for having such perverted thoughts about your roommate. But now? Now the lens focuses on Eunbi, already in actress mode—not the Hollywood kind. She’s standing there, embodying an erotic goddess with a naturalness that would make any adult film director envious.

She stares into the camera with feline eyes behind that black mask, which somehow transforms her expression of lust into something almost... artistic. Yeah, if you were an art critic, you’d probably use words like 'subtle eroticism' or 'lascivious gesture,' but the truth is, all you can think about right now is how much this is making your cock throb. Her lips, freshly painted in intense red, move slowly, forming a smile that knows exactly the effect it's having on you—and, frankly, on the camera.

She removes the lace bra, and her breasts, heavy and perfect, fall free, swaying smoothly as she approaches you, kneeling between your legs with the grace of someone about to start an artistic endeavor—or, in this case, something far more carnal, but just as technical. The cap pops as she opens it with a playful smile, her eyes gleaming behind the mask. The sweet scent fills the air in seconds.

Okay, you know what’s coming next, but that doesn’t make the moment any less electrifying.

"Let’s give it a shine," she says, in a voice so sweet and mischievous that you wonder if this is the same Eunbi you saw this morning, groggily adding sugar to her coffee as if she had a long day ahead—turns out, she didn’t.

"You're gonna like this," she says with confidence, shaking the bottle of lube.

She pours the oil onto her own breasts, letting the slick liquid slowly run down her smooth, delicate skin. At first, it's just a thin stream, but then a generous amount, which she spreads with both hands, massaging her breasts in slow, ample movements. Every curve, every ripple... it's almost divine, if it weren't so lewd.

"This is so fucking hot," you finally manage to say, the words escaping your mouth like a breath.

She smiles, that smile that shows she already knew, of course, and then she pours a few drops onto your cock. It pulses at the touch of the cold lube at first, and you flinch slightly, but soon Eunbi's warm hand starts moving up and down, spreading the liquid with precision and efficiency. Her fingers slide effortlessly, and the friction turns into something... smoother. More delicious.

"Enjoying it?" she asks, in a tone that's a mix of innocence and mischief.

Of course, she knows you are.

Who wouldn't be?

All you can do is nod, biting your lip to hold back a moan. Her hand continues its work, gliding at a steady pace. And then, with a casualness that should be illegal, Eunbi lowers her head and kisses the tip of your cock, leaving a perfect red lipstick mark on the skin, like an artistic signature.

"Let me taste this," she murmurs.

Eunbi starts slow, her tongue sliding over the tip of your cock precisely at the frenulum, teasing sharp pleasure. "Mmm, tastes like strawberry," she says cheerfully between licks, as if she were tasting ice cream, not your cock.

She’s not content with just that. Her tongue travels along the entire length, licking and sucking with an intensity that makes your muscles contract involuntarily. Then she moves to sucking your balls, her mouth hot and wet, working in a way you never thought possible. She keeps going with an intensity that borders on sadism, but you're far from wanting her to stop. Lipstick marks begin to accumulate around the base of your cock.

She pulls back momentarily, looking at the marks. "Looks nice like this, don't you think?" she asks, her eyes gleaming behind the mask. "Makes it clear I’ve been here."

You can barely respond, your mind dazed by the rising pleasure, and you let out an affirmative moan, the sound escaping without much control.

She smiles, satisfied with your response, and gets back to work, this time giving special attention to your balls. "I really like sucking you," she says with a sincerity that feels almost surreal, as she slides her tongue around each one, licking and sucking with genuine pleasure. "Hmmm, especially when it tastes this sweet." It’s the kind of phrase only someone with absolute control over the situation can say without sounding ridiculous, and Eunbi is becoming a master at this.

She takes the head of your cock back into her mouth, sucking with an almost obscene force, making a loud, wet sound that in any other situation would be annoying, but now is just maddening. Every time she sucks, your body reacts as if it’s being touched by something beyond human physics.

When she finally releases your cock with an audible pop, her eyes lock with yours again, and then Eunbi looks directly at the camera, smiling like a tease.

"Should I move on to the titjob now, or are you already close just from this?" she teases, knowing exactly how close she’s brought you.

"Yes, baby, please..."

Then it happens.

The moment Eunbi finally wraps your cock between her breasts is like an epiphany — but instead of being accompanied by divine light and angelic choirs, it’s more like a shock of heat, a sudden wave of lust that hits you so hard your brain instantly turns to jelly.

Eunbi’s breasts, slick with the lube, fit around your cock as if they were made for it. The warmth of her skin is overwhelming, a mixture of softness and friction that makes every inch of your body tense up. And the smell... that artificial, sweet strawberry scent lingers deliriously in the air.

Here you are, in a purely carnal situation, being invaded by an aroma you'd normally associate with cheap bubblegum and afternoons at the mall…

But strangely, it only makes everything better.

"Oh, look at that... fits perfectly," Eunbi murmurs with a mischievous smile, her eyes hidden behind the mask, but you feel her gaze piercing your soul. She squeezes her breasts around you, and the friction is like an electric touch. The lube makes everything glide with an almost sinful ease, while the heat of her body mixes with the moisture.

You let out an involuntary moan, barely believing what you're feeling. The pressure, the smooth and rhythmic movement, and the way her breasts envelop your cock are unique. And then she starts moving — slowly at first, dragging her breasts up and down your cock with perfect technique. The sensation is incredible, and you find yourself holding your breath because anything other than feeling would be a waste of energy.

"You’re liking this, aren't you?" she asks, but the answer is already written all over your face—and, of course, in your body, which is responding more obviously than any words could.

"Yes... yes, baby, so much," you moan, barely able to form a sentence. Every move she makes is a new peak of pleasure. And then, to make things even more intense, she lets out a small mischievous smile and lowers her head, licking the head of your cock with her tongue. The combination of the friction from her breasts and the moisture from her tongue is devastating.

Eunbi doesn't rush. She knows exactly what she's doing, and every lick is precise, meticulous, leaving more red lipstick marks around the head of your cock, like small visual reminders of who’s in control here.

"Hmm... Does that make you feel good?" she asks, her voice soft, almost innocent—if it weren’t for the way her tongue provocatively slides over the tip of your cock, savoring it as if she were sampling something gourmet.

"Yeah, you’re so perfect, baby. Don’t stop..." you reply, your breath ragged. And that makes her lips curl into a satisfied smile as she continues her routine, licking and massaging at the same time, her breasts pressing tighter and tighter with each movement, the friction increasing along with the heat, while the lube makes everything feel surreal, slick, and inevitable. She slides her breasts up and down in an almost lazy rhythm, as if she knows she has all the time in the world and that you’ll hold out until the last second.

With each movement, the pressure shifts slightly, masterfully. The heat of her skin, combined with the coolness of the lube and the smudges of lipstick accumulating at the base and head of your cock, creates a disorienting mix of sensations, but one that is undeniably producing great material for Eunbi.

She’s not in a hurry, and that’s what drives you crazy. Eunbi knows she can dictate the pace while putting on a show. Her eyes, even hidden behind the mask, have an intensity that makes you feel like she’s watching your every move, every uncontrollable tremor. The mask only accentuates the mystery, as if she’s a character crafted for this moment.

And in a way, that’s exactly what’s happening.

She lowers her head again, the tips of her hair brushing against your skin, and gives another slow, provocative lick to the head of your cock, while her breasts still envelop you firmly. Her eyes are closed, the camera steady in your hand capturing everything, as if every part of your body is on high alert, absorbing every nuance of her touch, each glide, each pause.

And then, without warning, she stops and looks at you.

Eunbi whispers, her voice soft and dangerously seductive:

"Now... fuck my tits for real."

As if you needed more encouragement. You pause the recording for a moment, just long enough to move to the bed, where Eunbi is already positioning herself, lying down and ready. You lie on top of her, adjust the camera for the perfect angle, and start again. Now, your cock is perfectly positioned between her breasts, and you begin to move. The friction, the heat, her gaze—it’s all too much.

Your cock glides between her breasts with an ease only lube could provide. Eunbi presses her breasts around your cock, firm yet soft, like a welcoming grip that, frankly, feels ridiculously perfect.

Every movement you make thickens the air, charged with electricity, and you can no longer distinguish where the performance ends and genuine pleasure begins. With each thrust, you feel the heat, the slick glide of the oil, and the pace picks up. Your body moves on instinct, your hips thrusting forward and back, accelerating as if you’re running a marathon measured in moans.

"You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?" Eunbi teases, her tone a whisper filled with mischief, but also certainty.

Because, of course, she knows. She feels it.

"Yeah... yeah, a lot..." you respond, the air escaping in gasps. It’s already hard to talk, even more so with the sight of her there, lying beneath you, with that black mask making it seem like she’s hiding even more wicked secrets.

And the worst—or the best, depending on your perspective—is that you can barely take your eyes off her mouth, with that smudged red lipstick, the undeniable proof of how much she’s used it on you.

"Then fuck harder," she says, and you obey, because it’s the only possible course of action.

The friction increases, the heat between you intensifies, and the pleasure shoots up your spine like an electric current. She keeps holding her breasts tightly, while her moans begin to fill the room.

"I want you to cum in me, baby! Make your little slut all messy!!"

"Yes, baby! Fuck, I’m so close!" The words come out strained, as if the very air is starting to fail you. The climax is coming fast, a wave you can barely control.

"I want you to come on my tits," she says, squeezing them even tighter around your cock, as if that’s the trigger for the inevitable. "I want to feel you come hard..."

The combination of her words, the heat of her breasts, and the intensity of the moment is too much. Each of your movements speeds up, the moans escaping uncontrollably. The climax is right there, on the edge, and Eunbi knows it. She keeps going, encouraging you, a malicious smile appearing on her lipstick-smeared lips.

"Come on, baby... come for me," she coos, teasing.

Your hips start to move faster, more erratically, as if your mind has completely lost control and now only instinct is in charge.

"That’s it... just like that," she whispers, with a voice like honey mixed with pure venom. "You’re going to give me your hot cum, aren’t you?"

The question isn’t genuine.

She knows the answer, but she wants to hear it. She wants to see you admit that you’re done for.

And you are.

Totally.

"Yes... yes, I will..." you moan, barely believing the intensity of the pleasure.

"Then give me everything, I want it all, baby!" she demands, squeezing her breasts tighter around you.

It’s a performance, of course. But this one isn’t for the camera, it’s for you.

Only for you.

And then comes the moment. The first spurt of cum shoots out so hard you feel the muscles in your legs involuntarily contract. It hits Eunbi’s face, spreading over the red lipstick and dripping down the black mask. And, of course, she doesn’t mind one bit. In fact, she seems to enjoy it very much.

"Mmm, yes," she says, licking her lips. "That’s what I wanted."

The next spurt hits and spills over her breasts, mixing with the lube and sweat, creating a shine the camera captures perfectly. You keep moaning, unable to stop, while your hips move, your cock rubbing against her skin.

"Come here... give me the rest," she murmurs, her voice soft.

You lean forward a bit and bury your cock in her mouth. Eunbi sucks the head of your cock with a force that’s almost absurd. And it pulls a moan from you that makes your whole body tremble. Whatever was left of your cum spills straight into her mouth, and she’s determined not to waste a single drop. The heat, the pressure, the suction... it’s just too good.

Dangerously too good.

You let out one last moan, this time quieter, as she sucks hard, extracting every bit of pleasure left. When she finally releases your cock, her eyes gleam behind the mask, and the smile on her lips is something that leaves you... curious. Who the hell is this girl, and what has she done with your best friend Eunbi?

She looks at you through the camera—because, of course, she always remembers the camera—you zoom in on her face, now completely covered in cum. She shows off for the lens and makes sure to display what’s left on her tongue before swallowing it all and gracing everyone who will watch with an adorable, unexpected smile.

“Mmm, that was so good, baby. Show the mess you made on my breasts,” she asks with a little giggle, and you lower the camera to her chest, showing the final result: a viscous mix of lube, sweat, and cum, which she takes her time spreading slowly across her breasts as if it were some sort of natural moisturizer. And with that beautiful sight, you end the recording.

Coming soon to theaters.

“That was… incredible. Again,” you say with a sigh, getting off Eunbi and sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Told you you’d like it!” she exclaims.

You’re still processing everything, the camera still in hand, and the unmistakable scent of sex hanging in the air, warm, like a tropical fragrance. Your body is relaxed, but your mind, on the other hand, is a mess. That kind of mess that hovers somewhere between euphoria and silent panic. You’ve just had the second most intense experience of your life. And it wasn’t just the physical part—it was her, Eunbi, your best friend, your roommate, the woman who, until recently, you only knew as the girl you watched TV shows with while eating popcorn, who sometimes asked you to buy chocolate at the store, who avoided house chores, who smiled awkwardly whenever you happened to say something nice to her. But now? Now she was something much more complicated.

And somehow, terribly simpler too.

You’re falling in love.

Eunbi, however, seems to be in another dimension. The moment you turned off the camera, the ‘entrepreneur’ switch inside her was activated like one of those noisy coffee machines that never stop hissing.

“How was the recording?” she asks, already pacing around the room like a famous actress on set, her hair still messy but her eyes sharp as blades. She removes her mask and grabs some wet wipes from the dresser, cleaning her face and breasts like she’s just wiping down a whiteboard for the next big idea.

You blink, as if you suddenly had to remember what was going on. “Uh… it turned out good, I think.” You’re speaking, but your mind is still in the previous moment, on how her body fit against yours, how her lips moved, how there seemed to be something more there… something she felt too, right?

Right?!

“You think?” Eunbi chuckles as she tosses the dirty wipes into the bin nearby. “I mean, was the lighting good? We also need to check the audio. Our sex tape had some noise issues in a few spots. Oh, I’m thinking of investing in a few more ring lights. Hmm, maybe in this video I’ll add some warm color filters during editing, you know? To give it a more… I don’t know, intimate, homemade vibe. It’ll look beautiful, and the quality will attract more people.”

You nod, but you’re not really listening. Every word she says about lighting, audio, filters, and ‘follower engagement’ is slowly crumbling the romantic image you were starting to build in your head. Eunbi is already talking about the next step, while you’re still trying to process the fact that you just had the best sex of your life and that, somehow, it means something huge to you.

She keeps talking, like she’s in a business meeting (except for the fact that she’s taking off her lingerie at this moment): “Oh, and we need to check the video’s length. It can’t be too long, or people will lose interest, but it can’t be too short either, right? Otherwise, we’ll lose credibility, and people won’t pay for the next pay-per-view.”

You look at her, now naked with traces of lube shimmering on her skin, as if she were the most beautiful woman in the world—which, in your mind, she is. And all she’s thinking about are 'views.' You, on the other hand, can only think about how wonderful it would be to wake up next to her every day. Truth be told, you already love finding her every morning at the kitchen table with that lazy, sleepy, cute face of hers. You think about the way her eyes sparkled when you kissed, the lipstick marks she left on your dick, the way she smiled softly after you came.

How could it be that she felt nothing beyond pure job fulfillment?

You watch Eunbi as she walks toward the bathroom, still rambling: “I was thinking about hiring someone to create an intro for the channel. Something simple, with a sensual background music, but not too generic, you know? I'm thinking about designing a logo with a cartoon version of me wearing that mask. And that way I can start building my brand identity.”

You can’t even respond.

Eunbi, with her mind racing a mile a minute, is already at phase two while you’re still at phase ‘oh my god, I’m in love with my best friend.’ She closes the bathroom door, and you hear the sound of running water, but your mind is still in that room, in that bed, in that moment between you two that felt so… intimate. At least, it felt like that to you.

She shouts from the bathroom, her voice muffled by the water: “And, like, we could also do some scripted videos, you know? Not acting out the sex, but a roleplay where we play characters. Like, you being the pizza delivery guy and me the girl who pays with sex. That kind of thing. I bet it would make things spicier and give us room to innovate.”

You smile, but it’s a sad smile.

Because, of course, this isn’t real, at least not for her. For Eunbi, it’s all about attention, sharing, and inflating her ego, it’s about being successful in what she recently discovered she’s good at.

And you?

Well, you’re sinking, slowly, into the realization that what just happened between you meant way more to you than it did to her.

Eunbi comes out of the bathroom, saying, “Now it’s your turn,” her body wrapped in a towel and her face fresh, ready to keep the wheel turning.

This time, Eunbi didn’t even bother to invite you to shower with her.

“So, what should we name this video?” she asks as you follow her down the hallway back to her room. “I was thinking something like ‘my boyfriend was feeling sad so I gave him the best titjob of his life!!!’ Oh, I can’t wait to release it… it’s going to be a hit!”

You nod, trying to understand, trying to convince yourself that you can live in this world of sensual lies and marketing strategies. But deep down, you know the truth. The truth that she, at this moment, seems incapable of seeing:

you want more.

You want her.

You want everything.

But, for now, all you have are MP4 files on your camera and a head full of unrequited feelings.

“Yeah,” you finally say, more to yourself than to her.

“It’s going to be a hit.”

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Part 2

It all began with a simple question in class. Mr. Kim noticed Leeseo's eagerness to learn and her exceptional aptitude for mathematics. Intrigued by her beauty, intelligence, and dedication, he approached her after class to offer additional tutoring. Leeseo was initially hesitant but ultimately agreed, secretly thrilled by the prospect of spending more time with her handsome teacher.

Over the next few weeks, Leeseo and Mr. Kim grew closer during their tutoring sessions. They shared stories about their lives, laughed together, and even began to develop a deeper connection. As they grew closer, Leeseo's attraction to Mr. Kim intensified, and she started to fantasize about him in ways she never had before.

One day, after a particularly long and intense study session, Leeseo found herself alone in the classroom with Mr. Kim. As he went to retrieve a textbook from the bookshelf, Leeseo couldn't help but ogle his tight ass and broad shoulders. The sexual tension between them was palpable, and as Mr. Kim turned around to face her, she couldn't resist any longer.

"Mr. Kim," she started, her voice trembling with desire, "I... I've been wanting to ask you something."

"What is it, Leeseo?" he asked, his eyes locked onto hers.

"I... I think I'm developing feelings for you," she blurted out, her face flushed with embarrassment.

Mr. Kim's eyes widened with surprise, but he quickly regained his composure. "Leeseo, I must admit that I've been feeling the same way," he confessed, his voice low and husky.

Overwhelmed by the intensity of their connection, Leeseo and Mr. Kim found themselves drawn closer together. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues intertwining as they explored each other's mouths.

Leeseo's hands began to roam over Mr. Kim's muscular chest, feeling his rapidly beating heart beneath his shirt. He, in turn, slid his hands down her back, stopping just above the curve of her ass.

"You're so beautiful, Leeseo," Mr. Kim murmured against her lips.

"So are you," she replied breathlessly, her hands now fumbling with the buttons of his shirt.

As their clothes began to fall away, revealing their naked bodies to each other, they made their way over to the teacher's desk. Leeseo hopped up onto the desk, spreading her legs wide apart to invite Mr. Kim between them.

He eagerly accepted her invitation, positioning himself between her thighs. He began to kiss and nibble on her neck, eliciting loud moans of pleasure from Leeseo. As he continued to work his way down her body, he paused momentarily to cup her breasts in his hands, massaging them gently before taking her erect nipples into his mouth.

"Oh, Mr. Kim, that feels so good," Leeseo moaned, running her fingers through his thick, dark hair.

Mr. Kim continued to work his way down her body, eventually reaching the apex of her thighs. He leaned forward, burying his face between her legs. With a single, swift motion, he flicked his tongue out, making direct contact with her clit. Leeseo let out a loud, guttural moan, her back arching off the desk in response to the intense pleasure coursing through her body.

"Fuck, yes," she panted, her hands gripping tightly onto the edges of the desk. "Lick my pussy, Mr. Kim. Make me cum all over your beautiful face."

Mr. Kim eagerly obliged, his tongue darting in and out of her slick, wet pussy. He lapped up her sweet nectar, savoring the taste of her arousal on his tongue. As he continued to pleasure her, Leeseo's moans grew louder and more intense, her body writhing uncontrollably beneath him.

"I'm going to cum, Mr. Kim," she panted, her breath coming out in ragged gasps. "Oh, oh, ooooh. Fuck, fuck, fuck."

With a final, powerful thrust of his tongue, Mr. Kim sent Leeseo hurtling over the edge of her climax. She screamed out in ecstasy, her entire body trembling and convulsing with the force of her orgasm.

As Leeseo came down from the high of her climax, Mr. Kim stood up, positioning himself between her legs. He gripped his rock-hard cock in his hand, rubbing the swollen head against the slick folds of her pussy.

"Are you ready for me, Leeseo?" he asked, his voice dripping with lustful desire.

"Yes, Mr. Kim," she whispered, her eyes locked onto his. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard and fast."

Mr. Kim wasted no time in granting her wish. He slammed his cock deep inside her pussy, eliciting a loud, guttural moan of pleasure from Leeseo. He began to pump his hips back and forth, driving his cock in and out of her tight, wet pussy with powerful, aggressive thrusts.

"Fuck, yes," Leeseo moaned, her nails digging into the flesh of his back. "Fuck me harder, Mr. Kim. I want to feel your cock deep inside my pussy."

Mr. Kim continued to fuck Leeseo with wild, reckless abandon, their bodies slapping together in a rhythmic, primal dance. As their mutual pleasure continued to grow and intensify, Mr. Kim could feel the telltale tingling sensation building up deep within his balls.

"I'm going to cum inside you, Leeseo," he panted, his breath coming out in ragged gasps. "I'm going to fill your tight little pussy with my hot, sticky cum."

"Yes, Mr. Kim," she moaned, her voice dripping with lustful desire. "Cum inside me. Breed my tight little pussy with your hot, sticky cum."

With a final, powerful thrust, Mr. Kim sent himself hurtling over the edge of his climax. He let out a loud, guttural groan of pleasure as he began to pump his hot, sticky cum deep inside Leeseo's pussy.

As they both came down from the high of their mutual climaxes, Mr. Kim slowly withdrew his cock from Leeseo's pussy. Thick, viscous strands of his cum began to ooze out from within her, dripping down over her ass and onto the desk below.

"Oh, Mr. Kim," Leeseo moaned, her eyes locked onto the sight of his cum dripping out from within her. "That felt so good."

"You're incredible, Leeseo," Mr. Kim replied, his voice filled with awe and admiration. "I can't wait to do that again with you."

And with that, they both leaned in, their lips meeting once more in a passionate kiss. Little did they know that this was only the beginning of their torrid love affair.

Wonyoung, the ever-calm member of the K-pop group, glanced at her watch. "We've got five minutes," she said with a gentle smile. "Breathe, Yujin."

They were two young women about to embark on a much-needed vacation. Famous for their talents, their faces graced billboards and magazine covers across Asia. Yet here they were, trying to navigate the unfamiliar European airport as inconspicuously as possible. Their fans had no idea they were even on the same continent.

Their manager had assured them that this trip was off the books, a chance to let their hair down and enjoy the continent without the pressure of performances or appearances. They had packed light, eager to leave their glammed-up personas behind. Wonyoung, with her sharp features and piercing gaze, had swapped her usual high ponytail for loose waves that fell around her shoulders. Yujin, on the other hand, had opted for a more dramatic change, dying her hair a soft pink and trading her stage outfits for comfortable streetwear.

The air was thick with excitement as they stepped out into the warm embrace of the afternoon sun. The cobblestone streets of the city stretched out before them, a canvas of history and culture waiting to be explored. They had a map, a basic grasp of the language, and a list of must-see spots. But what they hadn't anticipated was the encounter that would change their lives forever.

As they approached a quaint café, a man emerged, his 6'3" frame casting a long shadow. His eyes, a piercing blue, met Wonyoung's and she felt an immediate jolt of attraction. He was ruggedly handsome, with a strong jawline and a mop of curly hair that danced in the breeze. Yujin's cheeks flushed as she took in his casual yet confident stride. The two women couldn't help but stare.

"Ladies, are you okay?" he asked in a rich, accented voice that sent shivers down their spines. His name was Y/N, a local artist who had recognized the subtle signs of lost tourists. They nodded, trying to play it cool despite their racing hearts. He offered to help them find their way around the city, an offer they eagerly accepted.

Wonyoung and Yujin found themselves drawn to his easy charm and the way his eyes twinkled with mischief. As they walked, Y/n pointed out hidden gems that weren't on their itinerary. They laughed at his jokes, feeling a sense of freedom that was rare in their usual tightly-scheduled lives. The tension grew as they shared glances, each one loaded with unspoken desires. The energy between them was palpable, and it wasn't just the heat of the day that was making them sweat.

When he invited them to his penthouse, they didn't hesitate. The elevator ride was filled with nervous giggles and sly glances, their hearts pounding in unison. The penthouse was a stunning blend of modern architecture and antique charm, with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of the cityscape. They felt like they were stepping into a different world, one where the only rule was to enjoy themselves.

As they settled in, Y/n suggested they stay with him for the duration of their vacation. He promised them privacy and a chance to experience the city like locals. The thought of escaping the watchful eyes of their fans and the suffocating bubble of their celebrity lives was too tempting to resist. Plus, the thought of getting to know him better was an alluring prospect that neither of them could ignore.

The next day, they set out early, their excitement palpable as they wandered through the cobblestone streets, the smell of freshly baked bread and blooming flowers filling the air. Y/n led them to a hidden market where the vibrant colors of the produce popped against the ancient buildings. They sampled cheeses that melted on their tongues and tasted wines that sang of the region's rich heritage. The sun climbed higher, casting a warm glow over their exploration.

As the evening approached, they returned to the penthouse, their senses filled with the day's adventures. The city had come alive with the setting sun, its vibrant energy seeping into their very souls. They decided to embrace the local nightlife, eager to let their hair down even further. Y/n pulled out an assortment of fine wines and beers, setting the stage for a night of relaxation and camaraderie.

The drinks flowed freely, and soon enough, Yujin and Wonyoung's inhibitions began to wane. They giggled and whispered to each other, their cheeks flushed from the alcohol and the excitement of their secret escape. Y/n, who had been nursing his drink more slowly, watched them with a knowing smile, enjoying their playfulness.

"You know, we have a fantasy," Yujin slurred, her eyes glancing coyly at Y/n. "A... a really big one."

Wonyoung's eyes widened for a second, then she giggled, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink. "Yeah," she agreed, her voice a little unsteady. "A... a big white cock."

Y/n's smile grew wider, and his eyes darkened with desire. He leaned in closer, his breath warm on their necks. "Is that so?" he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "Well, I've got something that might just live up to your... fantasy."

The room grew hotter as the words hung in the air. Wonyoung's heart raced, and she felt a pool of wetness forming between her legs. Yujin bit her lower lip, her eyes never leaving Y/n's. "Prove it," she challenged, her voice a soft whisper.

With a knowing smirk, Y/n stood and began to unbutton his shirt, his muscular chest coming into view as the fabric fell away. The two K-pop stars watched in awe as he revealed a sculpted body that could have been chiseled by the gods themselves. His skin was a warm, golden hue, kissed by the sun. He approached them, his confidence a tangible force in the room.

"Gentlemen prefer blondes," he murmured, reaching into a drawer and pulling out two lengths of soft, velvety rope. "But I have a feeling I might make an exception for you two."

With surprising gentleness, Y/n approached Yujin first. Her eyes were wide with a mix of excitement and trepidation as he took her wrists in his firm grip. He deftly wound the rope around them, securing them to the chair's arms with a series of quick, precise movements. He made sure the knots weren't too tight, but just tight enough to keep her in place. The soft fabric of the rope was a stark contrast to the cold metal of the chair, sending a thrill through her body.

Next was Wonyoung. She watched with bated breath as he approached, her heart pounding in her chest. He knelt before her, his eyes never leaving hers as he bound her ankles to the chair legs. The way he moved was mesmerizing, a dance of dominance and care that had her panting with anticipation. He then reached for her wrists, wrapping the rope around them in the same expert manner as before. He tied them to the chair's back, making sure she was as secure as Yujin.

The two friends sat there, bound and helpless, their breaths coming in short gasps. The room was filled with a new kind of tension, one that was palpable and electrifying. They had never felt so exposed and yet, strangely, so alive. Their eyes locked on Y/n as he stepped back to admire his handiwork, his gaze roving over their bodies with a hunger that was almost tangible.

"Now, where were we?" he asked, his voice low and gruff with lust. "Ah, yes, your fantasy. Tell me more about this... 'big white cock' you've been dreaming of."

Wonyoung's cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red, and Yujin bit her lip to stifle a moan. They exchanged a look that spoke volumes, and with a nod from Wonyoung, Yujin began to speak, her words tumbling out in a rush. "We... we've always wondered what it would be like. To have someone so powerful and in control, to give us pleasure beyond what we've ever known."

Y/n's eyes narrowed, a predatory gleam entering them. He took a step closer, his hand reaching out to trace the line of Wonyoung's jaw. "And what makes you think I can give you what you're looking for?" he whispered, his thumb brushing against her plump bottom lip.

Wonyoung's breath hitched, her eyes never leaving his. "We've seen your pictures," she said, her voice low and seductive. "We know you can handle two eager mouths."

With a smug smile, Y/n leaned in closer, his breath hot against her skin. He placed a gentle kiss on her neck, eliciting a soft moan. His tongue snaked out, tracing the line of her collarbone and down to the swell of her chest. He could feel her pulse racing under his lips, the heat of her body beckoning to him. His hand slid under her shirt, cupping her breast firmly.

He stepped back, his gaze lingering on the two bound women before focusing on Yujin. He approached her with the same deliberate grace, his eyes burning with a hunger that matched their own. He leaned down, his mouth capturing hers in a searing kiss that stole her breath away. His other hand reached for the hem of her shirt, lifting it up to expose her midriff. His tongue traveled down, tracing the curve of her belly button, making her squirm in her seat.

Their moans grew louder as he continued to explore their bodies with his mouth. He kissed and licked every inch of exposed skin, savoring the taste of them. His teeth grazed Wonyoung's nipple, eliciting a high-pitched whine from her as she arched her back, trying to get closer. Meanwhile, his hands had moved to Yujin's thighs, his thumbs teasing the sensitive skin just beneath the hem of her shorts.

He moved back to Wonyoung, his tongue flicking over her erect nipple before switching to the other one. He took his time, savoring the sounds of her pleasure. Wonyoung's eyes were closed, lost in the sensation of his mouth on her body. He knew she was wet, he could see the evidence staining the crotch of her pants, and the scent of her arousal filled the air.

Yujin watched, her own desire building as she felt the heat of his breath against her skin. She could feel the wetness seeping through her underwear, a testament to the effect his words and actions had on her. When he finally turned his attention to her, she was more than ready. He kissed along her neck, his teeth scraping against her sensitive flesh as he moved downward.

He pulled her shorts aside, exposing her to the cool air of the room. His tongue darted out, licking a slow, torturous path from her belly button to the top of her mound. She gasped, her body jolting in the chair. He didn't stop there, though. He pushed her legs apart, giving him full access to her soaking wet pussy. His tongue dipped into her folds, tasting her sweetness. Yujin's eyes rolled back in her head, her moans growing louder as he explored her with his mouth.

The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, the soft wet noises of his tongue on their skin. He took his time, teasing and tormenting them both until they were begging for more. The ropes that bound them seemed to tighten with every passing second, their bodies straining against the restraints.

Y/n looked up, his eyes meeting theirs. "Ready to see if I can live up to your fantasy?" he asked, his voice thick with lust.

Their eyes glazed with desire, they nodded frantically. The night was young, and they had a feeling it was going to be one they'd never forget.

Y/n stood, his gaze never leaving the two bound beauties before him. He unbuckled his belt with a smooth click, the sound echoing through the room. He unbuttoned his pants with a leisurely grace, the anticipation building as the zipper slowly descended. He pushed his pants and boxers down to reveal the monstrous 10 inches of BWC that had fueled their fantasies for so long. It stood proudly erect, a testament to his arousal.

He sauntered over to the sideboard, his eyes never leaving the girls. He picked up a sleek, black vibrator that lay there, charging with an eerie glow. "While I'm fucking one of you," he said, his voice thick with desire, "the other will watch, with this little friend here keeping her company."

Yujin and Wonyoung stared at each other, the competition in their eyes burning hot. They had shared so much together, but never had they competed for a man's attention quite like this. Yujin leaned forward, her bound breasts jiggling with the motion. "Me first, please," she begged, her voice a desperate whine. Wonyoung's eyes narrowed, her chin tilting up in defiance. "No, she said, "my pussy is better than hers."

Y/n's smile grew even more wicked as he took in their slutty expressions. It was clear that the two friends had a wild side that was eager to be unleashed. He knew that this night was going to be one for the books, and he had the perfect plan to cater to their every desire. He stepped closer to Yujin, his cock hovering over her face. "You seem so eager," he murmured, tracing the tip of the vibrator along her cheek. "But remember, you're going to have to share."

Y/n positioned the vibrator at Wonyoung's entrance, her eyes wide with anticipation. He flicked it on and watched as her pupils dilated at the first touch of the buzzing toy. She moaned, the sound muffled by the fabric of the chair. He leaned down, his mouth inches from her ear. "You're going to watch," he whispered, "and you're going to imagine it's your mouth wrapped around me instead."

Turning his attention to Yujin, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her closer to his cock. She opened her mouth eagerly, taking the tip between her lips. He groaned, feeling her warmth and wetness as she began to suck. He could feel Wonyoung's eyes on them, her desire almost tangible. He pushed his hips forward, sliding his cock deeper into Yujin's mouth, watching as she struggled to take all of him.

"Fuck, he's so big," she murmured, her eyes watering as she tried to adjust to the size. Wonyoung's breath hitched, her own desire growing as she watched her friend's face contort with pleasure and pain. Y/n's cock was indeed massive, and the sight of it stretching Yujin's mouth was incredibly arousing. She knew it was only a matter of time before she felt that same fullness herself.

.

Y/n watched with hooded eyes as Yujin's cheeks hollowed with effort, her mouth straining around his thickness. Despite her inexperience with a cock so substantial, she took him in with surprising enthusiasm, her eyes watering but never leaving his gaze. He reached down to stroke her hair, whispering words of encouragement as she choked and gagged, her throat tightening around him.

"U can take it, baby," he coaxed, his voice low and reassuring. "Just relax, breathe through your nose."

Wonyoung watched as Y/n's cock slid in and out of Yujin's mouth, the vibrator inside her pulsing with an intensity that matched the throb of her own need. Her eyes never left the erotic dance of his hips as he fucked Yujin's face, the sight of her friend's submission sending shockwaves through her body. The vibrator inside her was a poor substitute, but it was all she had to cling to in that moment.

Y/n's eyes flickered between them, his grip tightening in Yujin's hair as he picked up the pace. "Glukk glukkk glukkk," he groaned, the wet sounds of his cock filling the room. "Your mouth is so good and tight, baby."

He began to fuck her face more aggressively, his hips snapping forward with a ferocity that made her eyes water. The vibrator inside Wonyoung buzzed away, the sensation amplified by her friend's desperate sucking sounds. She felt her own orgasm building, the pressure in her core growing tighter with each thrust of the artist's hips.

Y/n's grip on Yujin's hair tightened, his strokes becoming more erratic as he approached climax. His abs tensed, and a low growl rumbled from his chest. The room was filled with the sound of wet suction and the muffled gasps of the two bound women. Yujin's eyes grew wider, her cheeks hollowed as she took him deeper, her throat muscles working overtime to accommodate his size.

The moment came, and with it, a torrent of cum shot into Yujin's mouth. She struggled to swallow, her cheeks puffing out as rope after rope of white hot liquid filled her. It was too much, too fast. Cum began to leak from the corners of her mouth, dribbling down her chin and onto her chest. Wonyoung watched, her own orgasm cresting at the sight of her friend's submission.

Wonyoung pussy clenched around the vibrator, and with a cry, she came, her juices spurting out onto the chair beneath her. The vibrator's relentless buzzing only heightened her pleasure, sending wave after wave of ecstasy through her body. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she screamed his name, the sound echoing off the penthouse walls.

Y/n pulled the vibrator out of Wonyoung with a wet pop, her cum dripping down the shaft. He didn't even bother to wipe it clean before sliding it into Yujin's eager pussy, her legs still spread wide from her own oral ministrations. She let out a moan that was half-surprise, half-ecstasy as the toy filled her up. The artist's cum was still warm on her chin and chest, mixing with her saliva and sweat.

"Now is ur turn, Wonyoung," he said, his voice a dark, seductive purr. "Take it like the good slut u are."

Y/n stepped back, his cock glistening with a mix of precum and Yujin's spit. He approached Wonyoung with the same predatory gaze, his hands reaching for her bound wrists. "Prove to me," he said, his voice a low growl, "that you're the better cocksucker."

Wonyoung looked him dead in the eye, her own hunger palpable. She didn't need any further encouragement. As soon as the ropes were loosened, she leaned forward, her mouth open wide. Y/n stepped closer, positioning his cock at her eager lips. Without a moment's hesitation, she took him in, all inches disappearing into her mouth.

The sound of "Glukk glukk glukk" filled the penthouse, a rhythmic symphony of her mouth's submission to his length. Wonyoung's eyes watered as she worked his shaft, her tongue swirling around the head, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum. She took him deep, her throat muscles constricting around his cock, and he watched with rapt attention as she took his entire length.

"You're so much better," he moaned, his hands tangling in her hair. "So tight, so good." His words were like gasoline to the fire of their competition. Yujin, whose pussy was still pulsing around the vibrator, watched with a mix of envy and arousal. Her own mouth was sore, but she couldn't help but want to try again, to prove herself to him and to her friend.

But the night wasn't about competition anymore. It was about pleasure, raw and unbridled. Wonyoung's eyes watered as Y/n's cock slammed into her mouth, his hips moving with an intensity that bordered on brutal. She could feel his desire in every thrust, his need for her submission. Her throat was a tight ring of muscle that stretched around his thickness, and she reveled in the feeling of being used by this powerful man.

He groaned, his hands tightening in her hair. "Fuck, I'm going to cum in your throat," he growled, his voice thick with lust. Wonyoung moaned in response, her eyes never leaving his. She nodded, eager to take him all the way.

With a roar, Y/n's cock erupted, filling Wonyoung's mouth with hot, sticky cum. She swallowed as much as she could, but it was too much, too fast. Cum spurted out of her mouth and down her chin, covering her neck and chest. Yujin watched, her eyes wide with a mix of amazement and envy as Wonyoung's cheeks bulged with the effort to contain his seed. It was clear that Wonyoung had outdone herself, taking even more of his cum than Y/n had given her.

The vibrator inside Yujin's pussy hit just the right spot, sending her spiraling into her own orgasm. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her body convulsed in the chair, her moans muffled by the ropes around her wrists. Her orgasm was intense, her muscles clamping down on the buzzing toy, her juices coating it. She felt a strange sense of satisfaction as she watched Wonyoung take her prize, even though her own mouth was empty.

As Wonyoung swallowed the last of Y/n's cum, Yujin felt the first spurt of her own juices. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Her pussy contracted, sending a geyser of liquid shooting into the air, drenching the chair and the floor beneath her. Wonyoung looked over, her eyes wide with surprise, and then with a wicked smile.

"Maybe you lost in the mouth, but I think your pussy is greater than Wonyoung's," Y/n said, his voice thick with lust. He leaned down, his cock still hard and glistening with saliva. He licked the cum from Yujin's chin before pressing his lips to hers in a deep, hungry kiss. "Tell me, baby, does that make you feel good?"

Yujin whimpered into the kiss, the taste of their combined flavors swirling in her mouth. She could feel the heat of embarrassment mingling with the high of her recent orgasm. "Yes," she admitted, her voice small and needy. "It feels... amazing."

Y/n chuckled, the vibrations of his laughter sending shockwaves through her body. He pulled back, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he surveyed his handiwork. The two idols were a mess of ropes and cum, their faces flushed and their chests heaving with each ragged breath.

"Enough for today," he murmured, his voice filled with a sense of finality. "I've got to save some for tomorrow." He began to untie Yujin and wonyoung, his movements slow and deliberate, as if savoring the moment. Their wrists were red from the ropes, but she didn't flinch as they fell away. Instead, she leaned back in the chair, their legs still trembling from the aftershocks of orgasm.

They stumbled into the bathroom, still naked and sticky with cum. The shower was large and luxurious, with jets that could massage every inch of their bodies. They stepped inside, the warm water cascading down on them, washing away the sweat and the evidence of their earlier escapade. Their eyes met, and in that moment, any hint of competition was gone. They were just two friends, sharing a secret that no one else knew about.

Y/n took his time soaping them up, his hands gliding over their curves and valleys with the same gentle precision he had used when tying the ropes. He kissed their necks and whispered sweet nothings in their ears, making them feel cherished and desired. They giggled and played, the tension of their earlier encounter giving way to a newfound intimacy.

Once clean, they stumbled out of the shower, their bodies glistening with water droplets that clung to their skin like diamonds. He led them to the large, comfortable bed that dominated the penthouse's master suite. The sheets were cool and crisp, a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies as they tumbled in, still wet from the shower.

Wonyoung, ever the tease, rolled onto her back and spread her legs with a wicked grin. "Yesterday, Yujin got the first taste," she purred, her voice husky with desire. "But today, I want your cock inside me first."

Y/n chuckled, his hand stroking his still-hard cock. "Beg for it, baby girl," he said, his voice low and seductive.

Wonyoung's smile grew even more wicked as she licked her lips. "Please," she murmured, her eyes never leaving his. "Please, fuck me first."

Y/n's grin widened, and with a swift move that belied his strength, he flipped Wonyoung onto her stomach. Her legs trembled with excitement, and she wiggled her ass in the air, silently begging for his attention. He took a moment to admire the view, her plump cheeks framing her glistening pussy. The scent of her desire filled the air, and he knew she was more than ready for him.

He leaned down, his mouth watering at the thought of tasting her again. His tongue slid out, tracing a wet path from the base of her spine to the sensitive flesh between her thighs. Wonyoung moaned, arching her back to give him better access. His tongue delved into her folds, lapping at her clit with a fervor that made her legs shake.

Y/n took his time, his tongue swirling and probing, teasing and taunting. He knew just how to make her squirm, just how to push her to the edge without sending her over. He felt her pussy clench around his tongue, and he chuckled, the sound vibrating against her sensitive skin. He licked her with long, firm strokes, each one sending a bolt of pleasure shooting through her body.

Her moans grew louder, echoing through the penthouse suite. She was close, so close, but he wasn't done with her yet. He pulled back, his eyes meeting hers in the reflection of the floor-to-ceiling mirror. "Beg for it," he murmured, his voice a dark promise.

Wonyoung's eyes were glazed with lust, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Please," she whimpered. "I need it. I need you inside me i want it raw."

Y/n's grin grew wolfish. "So greedy," he murmured, his hand coming down to give her ass a firm slap. She yelped, but the sound was muffled by the pillow she had bitten down on. "But if you can't even wait your turn..."

Before Wonyoung could respond, she felt the pressure of his cock at her entrance. With one powerful thrust, he was inside her, filling her completely. Her scream was a mix of pleasure and pain as her body stretched to accommodate him. Y/n didn't stop, pumping into her with a ferocity that had her seeing stars.

The feeling was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Her pussy was so tight around him, and with each thrust, she could feel him hit a spot that made her toes curl. She threw her head back, her eyes squeezed shut as she felt him reach depths that she didn't know were possible. "Oh, fuck," she screamed, her voice echoing in the large room.

Y/n's rhythm grew more erratic, his breath coming in harsh pants. He could feel the walls of her pussy clenching around him, trying to keep him in, as if afraid he'd pull out too soon. He leaned over, his chest pressing against her back, his cock going even deeper. "You like that?" he growled, his voice low and guttural. "You like having my big white cock inside you?"

Wonyoung could only nod, her voice lost to the intensity of her pleasure. She could feel her orgasm building again, the pressure in her core growing with every stroke. "Fuck me harder," she begged, her voice a hoarse whisper. "I want to feel it in my stomach."

Y/n's hands tightened on her hips, and he complied, his cock slamming into her with a force that made her whole body shake. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, punctuated by their gasps and moans. Y/n's cock was like a piston, moving in and out of her with a precision that was almost mechanical.

Y/n's thumb found her clit, rubbing it in tight circles as he continued to fuck her. Wonyoung's moans grew louder, the pressure in her stomach unbearable. She felt like she was going to explode from the inside out. "Yes," she screamed, "yes, I can feel it in my stomach!"

Her orgasm washed over her, a tsunami of pleasure that had her entire body convulsing. Her pussy clamped down on him, her juices flooding the bed beneath them. Y/n grunted, his hips moving faster, his cock swelling even more as he approached his own climax. "Take it," he groaned, his voice tight with effort. "Take all of me."

Wonyoung's cries grew louder, her body writhing in ecstasy. Y/n's cock was a blur, his strokes so fast they were almost a blur. And then, with a final roar, he came. His cum flooded her, filling her up until it spurted out around his cock, coating her ass and the bed beneath them. She could feel the warmth of it, feel the power of his release.

As he pulled out, she collapsed onto the bed, her legs trembling. "Fuck," she breathed, her voice weak. "That was... I don't have energy right now, i can't believe i can take 10 inches." Her pussy was still pulsing, her body still trying to come down from the high of that intense orgasm.

Y/n chuckled, turning to face Yujin, who had been watching the whole thing standing, her knees slightly bent and her own pussy visibly throbbing. "You're next," he promised, his eyes gleaming.

Yujin licked her lips, her gaze never leaving the artist's still-hard cock. She had never felt more desperate for anything in her life. The way Wonyoung had taken him, the sounds she had made... she wanted that. She needed that.

Wonyoung rolled onto her side, panting, and gave her friend a knowing smile. "Your turn," she murmured, her voice still thick with lust. "Show him how it's done."

The artist stalked over to Yujin, his cock bobbing with each step. He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him. "Are you ready for this?" he asked, his voice a dark whisper.

Yujin nodded, her eyes wide with excitement and a hint of fear. She had never been with a man this big before, but she had watched Wonyoung take him, and she knew she could do it too. She had to. For herself, for her friend, and for the thrill of the challenge.

He pushed her onto the bed, her body bouncing on the soft mattress. "Spread your legs," he ordered, his tone firm but gentle. She complied, her legs spreading wide, giving him full access to her pussy. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock glistening with Wonyoung's cum. "Look at me," he said, his eyes boring into hers.

Y/n pushed into her with a slow, deliberate movement that had her gasping. He was so thick, so full, and she could feel every inch as he filled her up. "Oh, God," she whimpered, her nails digging into the bed sheets. "It's so big."

He didn't rush, taking his time to let her adjust to his size. His eyes never left hers, the connection between them intense. "Breathe," he murmured, his voice soothing. "You can do this."

Y/n's cock stretched her further than she had ever been stretched before. She felt her body give way to his, her tightness enveloping him like a warm, wet glove. "So tight," he groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. "Tighter than Wonyoung."

Y/n began to move, his strokes long and deep, filling her to the brink with each thrust. The pain was exquisite, a delicious burn that she had never felt before. She watched in the mirror as her own pussy swallowed his cock, the sight of it making her even wetter. She reached down, her hand shaking as she touched her clit, her movements frantic.

"Fuck me," she begged, her voice a hoarse whisper. "Fuck me like you did Wonyoung."

Y/n chuckled, his eyes dark with desire. "But you're not Wonyoung," he murmured, his cock teasing her entrance. "You're Yujin. And I'm going to make you feel things she never could."

With that, he pushed into her again, harder and faster than before. Yujin's body responded in kind, her pussy spasming around him as she felt her orgasm build. She had never squirted before, never felt that intense release of pleasure, but with each powerful thrust, she grew closer and closer.

Her hand worked her clit in a frantic rhythm, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The artist watched her intently, his eyes never leaving her face as he fucked her. He could feel her pussy tightening around him, the beginnings of her orgasm starting to pulse through her body. "Show me," he growled, his hips slamming into hers. "Show me what a squirting pussy looks like."

The room grew hazy around her, the only thing she could focus on was the feeling of his cock inside her and the pressure building in her core. And then, with a scream that was more animal than human, she did. Her pussy clenched down on him as a flood of liquid shot out, soaking the sheets and the both of them. It was a sensation like nothing she had ever felt before, a release that seemed to come from her very soul.

Y/n's eyes went wide with amazement. He had never seen a woman squirt like that before, especially not on his first try. "Fuck, baby," he breathed, his strokes becoming more erratic as he watched the show. "You're a squirting queen."

Yujin could feel her orgasm building again, her pussy spasming around him. She had never felt so alive, so wanted, so...used. It was intoxicating. "More," she moaned, her voice barely recognizable. "Please, don't stop."

The artist chuckled, his eyes gleaming. He knew he had her now, that she was his to do with as he liked. He picked up the pace, his cock slamming into her with a force that made the bedframe rattle. The sound of wet flesh slapping together filled the room, a symphony of lust that had Wonyoung watching with envy.

Y/n reached down, his thumb finding Yujin's clit again. He rubbed it in tight circles, feeling her body respond to his touch. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a high-pitched keening sound. She was close, so close.

"Cum for me," he growled, his cock pumping in and out of her with a ferocity that had her panting. "Let me feel your pussy milk me dry."

Y/n's thumb circled her clit with precision, the pressure building until she couldn't hold back any longer. Yujin's body bowed off the bed, her pussy contracting around his cock as another gush of liquid shot out, soaking him, the bed, and the floor. He groaned, the sensation of her squirting pushing him closer to the edge.

With one final thrust, he came deep inside her, his cum spurting into her womb. The feeling was indescribable, the heat of his seed filling her up in a way that made her feel complete. She could feel his cock pulse with each spurt, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. They stayed like that for a moment, locked together in the throes of passion, their bodies slick with sweat and cum.

As he pulled out, Yujin's pussy gaped open like the letter "O," the aftermath of his powerful release leaving her utterly exposed and vulnerable. Wonyoung's eyes widened at the sight, a mix of awe and envy. The artist chuckled, his cock still hard and gleaming with their combined juices. "Look what I did to her," he said, his voice filled with pride.

Y/n's eyes were hooded with desire as he took in the sight of Yujin's pussy, still quivering from the intensity of her orgasm. He leaned down, his tongue tracing the edges of her swollen folds, tasting the sweetness of her cum. "You're so beautiful when you cum," he murmured, his voice low and intimate. "Your pussy is a fucking work of art."

With a wicked grin, he reached out with his hand and lightly touched the sensitive bud of her clit. Yujin's body jerked in response, her breath catching in her throat. He began to tease her, his fingers dancing over her clit in a rhythm that was both maddening and exquisite.

Her eyes went wide as she felt the beginnings of another orgasm. She had never been this sensitive before, never felt like she could cum again so soon after such an intense release. But here she was, her pussy gushing and spasming as if it had a mind of its own.

Y/n watched in amazement, his eyes glued to the sight of her juices flowing out of her. "Again?"

Yujin nodded, her body trembling with the effort of staying conscious. "Yes," she gasped, her eyes glazed with desire. "I need... I need it."

With one final, gentle squeeze of her clit, the artist leaned back, watching as Yujin's body was wracked by another orgasm, this one even more powerful than the last. Her eyes rolled back, and she let out a scream that was cut off as she passed out, her body going limp beneath him.

Wonyoung's gaze flickered from Y/n to her unconscious friend, her own desire flaring anew at the sight of Yujin's pussy, still quivering and open from the intense pleasure. "Looks like she passed out," she murmured, a hint of sadness in her voice. "But her pussy's still wide open like 'O' for you."

Y/n chuckled, his smirk never leaving his face as he turned to face Wonyoung. "And now, it's your turn," he said, his voice dripping with anticipation. Wonyoung's eyes widened, a thrill of excitement coursing through her as she realized she was about to be the center of attention once again.

He crawled over to her, his still-hard cock bobbing with every movement. Wonyoung spread her legs, eager to feel him fill her up. But instead of entering her, he lowered his head, his tongue tracing a path along her inner thighs. She moaned, her body already sensitive from the earlier orgasms. He licked her slit, his tongue delving into her folds and tasting the sweetness of her desire.

Wonyoung's hips bucked, her body responding instinctively to the sensation. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. But with Y/n, she knew she could let go completely, surrender herself to the pleasure he so expertly delivered. His fingers found their way inside her, pumping in and out with a steady rhythm that had her pussy clenching around him.

Her moans grew louder as he worked her over, his tongue and fingers in perfect sync. She could feel the beginnings of another orgasm building, a pressure that was both exquisite and unbearable. "Please," she begged, her voice a desperate whine. "I can't take anymore."

Y/n's only response was to push harder, his tongue delving deeper, his fingers curling to hit her G-spot. Wonyoung's body was a tapestry of sensations, a maelstrom of pleasure that threatened to consume her. She felt like she was on the brink, about to shatter into a million pieces.

And then it hit her, an orgasm so intense that it stole her breath away. She screamed, her body arching off the bed as her pussy spasmed around his fingers. He didn't let up, his tongue still lapping at her clit, his fingers still pumping away. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful, a never-ending crescendo that left her trembling and gasping for air.

As the waves of pleasure finally subsided, she collapsed back onto the bed, her eyes fluttering shut. "No more," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I can't..."

But Y/n wasn't done with her. He slid his fingers from her pussy, bringing them to her mouth. "Taste yourself," he ordered, his voice firm. Wonyoung's eyes snapped open, and she took his fingers into her mouth, her eyes never leaving his. The taste of her own cum was surprisingly sweet, a heady cocktail of desire and satisfaction.

Her eyes glazed over as she sucked on his fingers, the sensation of his gaze on her making her stomach flip. He watched her intently, his own desire never waning. "Now, I want you to watch," he murmured, his voice low and commanding.

Wonyoung nodded, her cheeks flushing with arousal. She turned to face Yujin, her eyes locked on her friend's pussy as Y/n began to finger her once again. Y/n's movements were slow and deliberate, his eyes on Wonyoung's face as he watched for any signs of discomfort or distress. But all he saw was pure, unbridled need.

Wonyoung's body was a canvas of desire, her pussy swollen and glistening with her juices. Her hips began to rock in time with his fingers, her breath coming in shallow gasps. "Fuck," she whispered, her eyes never leaving Y/n's. "I'm going to cum again."

Y/n watched as Wonyoung's orgasm built, her body tightening around his hand. He could see the moment she lost control, her eyes rolling back in her head as she let out a scream that was more primal than anything he had ever heard. Her pussy clenched down, and she came hard, her juices spurting out to cover his hand and arm.

It was too much for her to handle. With a final, desperate whimper, Wonyoung's eyes rolled back, and she passed out, her body going slack. Y/n pulled his hand away, watching the aftershocks of her climax ripple through her. Her pussy was still spasming, her legs trembling slightly from the exertion. He chuckled, feeling a sense of pride at his handiwork.

The room was thick with the scent of sex, the air heavy with the sounds of their panting. Y/n looked down at his cock, still hard and demanding more. He knew he had to take a break, though. He had work to do, a canvas calling his name. He stood, his legs shaking slightly from the effort of holding back his own climax. "I'll be back soon," he murmured, his eyes lingering on the two passed out stars.

Leaving the sated girls on the bed, Y/n padded over to the en suite bathroom, his cock still standing tall despite the recent releases. He stepped into the massive tub, the warm water enveloping his body, and reached for the soap, his mind racing with the images of their shared pleasure. The scent of sex still lingered on his skin, a potent reminder of the power he had wielded over them. He began to cleanse himself, his hands moving over his chest, down his stomach, and finally to his still-hard member, which seemed to protest the interruption of its fun.

As he washed away the sweat and cum, his thoughts drifted to the unspoken challenge in their eyes. They had pushed each other, competed for his attention and affection, and he had reveled in it. The sight of their pussies, open like the letter 'O', was burned into his mind, a visual testament to the depths of their arousal and submission. It was a powerful image, one that stirred his creative soul and inspired a new painting in his mind.

You summon the last bit of your strength to sit up from the cold bathroom floor. Immediately, the room starts spinning and you have to grab the shower handle for support.

"Damn it"

You curse, feeling like a madman and you might already be one with everything you have went through in the last hour. An app transporting you to a doorless room is not something that happens everyday. And Rei, you feel a surge of triumph despite the state you are in. You got a blowjob from an idol, something millions of people fantasize about and you are no longer one of them. You can't believe your luck although a part of your mind lingers on the thought that everything comes with a price. And what's the price you have to pay for such a one in a million opportunity?

As you walk to the sink to freshen up, your foot suddenly presses on something solid with a loud 'Crack'. You look down and curse again. Your phone lays there, fissures spread across the screen like tentacles. Hopefully, it's only the screen protector. You pick it up and it immediately chimes with a notification.

"Congrats on completing your first quest. Please wait patiently for your next one"

said the textbox from the "Ero" app.

Just like that? you think. Usually completing a quest grants you a reward. That's the whole point it's called a quest but apparently, this app thinks a congratulation is enough. Maybe the experience is already rewarding enough and you are being ungrateful. You doubt there's anyone else who can brag they got sucked off by an idol.

Your thumb nearly press the notification before you pull away in alarm. You are not ready to face the darkness again. The app tells you to wait for your next quest so it's relatively safe but you are not taking any chances.

You turn on the tap of the sink, washing your face and hopefully your weariness as well. There's no way you can go through the day in your current state. You have an article that you have to finish today and if you don't, you are probably going to end up with instant noodles for all three meals for the rest of the week.

Holding on to the wall with one hand for support you quickly make your way to a chair in the corner, practically throwing yourself onto it. You let out a sigh. The soreness still isn't gone but it feels less painful now and the chill is bearable.

As the pain lessens, your thought becomes clearer. You take time to reflect on what have happened so far. An app called 'Ero' that randomly appears on your phone and gives you the weirdest quest ever. (Maybe not weird, but definitely not ordinary) You pass out, wake up, got head from an idol, pass out and wake up again. Nothing makes sense except the fact that you go through all of it and you are very much sure it's real.

In the meantime, you decide to do some research. You flip open your laptop, the digits on the screen indicating around an hour has passed since your first blackout though you feel like it haven't been that long. Maybe time pass differently in that gloomy room. Maybe you are just enjoying yourself too much that you lose track of time. You have absolutely no idea.

Entering google, the first thing you type up is of course, 'Ero app'. No luck, none of the results have what you are looking for. You try again, just 'Ero' this time. The results aren't so much different. In a last desperate attempt, you type "App that lets you fuck idols". Stupid? Totally. But it's the last straw. Some websites related to kpop pop off. But nothing that can give you any explanation.

You close your laptop shut with a sigh. Ok, so nothing on the internet. Maybe you can ask someone about it. But what will you ask? "Hey, ever get a notification from an app that lets you fuck idols?" Not a good idea. Afterall, it might just be a hallucination. Perhaps you have been jerking off and fantasizing about idols so much your brain finally snaps. The thing is, it's probably the millionth time you tell yourself this and people wants to believe things aren't real because in fact, they very much are.

So nothing left to do except carry on with your life. No use dwelling on something you can't possibly figure out or anyone else in this case. The pain have drastically lessen and you make yourself a cup of coffee. The caffeine helping you anchor back into reality.

To this point, you have been naked. Too tired to put something on and too lazy to care. Not like anyone wants to see your bare ass anyway. And the curtains are drawn so you don't need to worry about being out on display.

You chug down the rest of the coffee and head back into the bathroom to take your shower that got delayed for an hour. The memory of being swallowed by the dark returned as soon as you set foot into the room but you shrug it off and proceed to do what you come for.

The cold water wash away rest of your exhaustion and even after you are done, you stay an extra fifteen minutes just to bask in the pleasure of the cool droplets hitting you at full force. Ironically, you find yourself humming a melody from Love Dive by IVE given you just cum down one of the members throat.

Then a thought enters your mind at the worst possible moment and a chill runs down your spine. What if the person you met isn't Rei? Crazy as it is, there's no way an idol will randomly appear to you, calls you master, sucks you off and disappears. So now what? Is it a shapeshifter? You have heard tales of such demons that takes on the form of others. A succubus? Could be, given that you are about to jerk off to Rei, she might have been your fantasy partner at the moment.

"Stop it Michael"

You scold yourself.

"You are a grown ass man, act like one"

You have already decided not to dwell on it and that's what you will do. Keep calm and carry on. No more crazy thoughts about demons and succubuses.

The rest of the day was nothing out of ordinary. You stay in your room all day and order takeout, finishing up the article you have to submit tomorrow. The thought of the 'Ero' app enters your mind from time to time but it's nothing you can't deal with.

When you finally finish your task, it's already 6 pm. The sun is starting to set and rays of twilight pour into your room from the slit of your curtains, which you haven't opened since morning for some reason. Maybe the darkness-

You quickly cut off your train of thoughts and reach for your phone to get your daily dose of social media when it suddenly chimes. Oh, not again, you think. The funny thing? A slight part of your mind is hopeful. Another quest, another idol to fuck. You feel pathetic.

Nevertheless, you check your notification. Thank god, it's not the app. Or you are disappointed it isn't? Ever seen cartoons where a small angel version of you sit on your shoulder and a devil version sits on another? That's how you feel right now. One single mind yet two different thoughts battling for dominance.

The text is from one of your fellow colleagues, Russell, who have worked with you on several ocassions. "Drinks at Berny's tonight? It's my treat" Someone got his paycheck, you think. But hell, who don't want free drinks? "Sure, count me in, the usual time?" you reply. "You got it" is the answer.

You turn off your phone. At least you have something to look forward to now. Maybe a drink is all you need to clear your mind.

At 8 sharp, you are already dressed in your best (and only) outfit, khaki pants and a polo shirt punctuated by a denim jacket you throw on just to add the final touch to your fit. Berny's bar is not so far away from your house and another reason being not wanting to waste your money on a cab, you walk there. The streets are bustling with people and the sound of horns, screech of tires and bits and pieces of voices that ocassionally escape from conversations nearby to your hearing.

A five minutes walk is all it takes for you to reach your favorite bar, the Berny's. The place is quiet as usual, even on weekends. The name of the bar stands out, carved into the wooden signboard over the double set of wooden doors. It's not a fancy place like the ones you see in big cities but the old building gives off a warm comforting feeling, like it can wash away every single one of your worries. And that's what you need right now.

You enter the building and immediately spot Russell and some familiar faces at a table near the counter. You raise your hand in greeting and take a seat. As it's a Wednesday night, the bar is even quieter than usual, the only other seats being a couple who are giggling over their beers and a trio of friends talking loudly. Perfect for you.

"Michael, my man, so you finally come out after hibernation?"

Russell teases and you snort.

"Real funny, Russell"

The others, around five people are lost in their own conversation, publishers, writers and friends of friends. When the drinks arrive accompanied by several things to nibble, the conversations get even more heated, fueled by the alochol. You chime in once in a while but most of the time, you just sip your drink in silence. Russell must have noticed it because he glances at you and says

"Hey man, you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm good. No worries"

You lie. The thing is being here don't uncloud your thoughts, in fact it reminds you even more about the 'Ero' app. Will those people be able to talk and laugh like that if they went through what you did? It might seem like a crazy idea. You got to experience what millions of people fantasize about and you are...scared? depressed? worried? You can't find a single word to describe what you are feeling right now. You can't help thinking there is a price to pay for what you have achieved. On the other hand there is a sort of yearning, the desire to go through it once again, never satisfied with the pleasure. You feel like a thirsty person who have fallen into a well.

You have been spacing out for so long you don't realize your bladder tightening, signaling for a need to answer the call of nature. You excuse yourself and head to the restroom, a small single room in the back of the bar.

After obliging to your bodily urge, you pull up your pants, accidentally dropping your phone out of your pocket. It hits the floor with a thud and when you pick it up, more tremors run across the screen, making it looks like a glacier on the verge of breaking open.

You are about to blame yourself for making yourself waste money on a new screen protector when the screen lights up with a chime. You freeze, your eyes focused on the single text box on the screen.

"New quest ready, ready for your next adventure chosen one?"

There's no need to explain where the text is from.

You start feeling light headed. The memory of the pain and cold from earlier in the day rushing back into your mind like a dam breaking open. Do you answer or do you not answer? To be or not to be? You should have deleted the app but would you have really? Aren't you the one who's yearning for it secretly?

The angel and the devil on your shoulders start bickering again, million thoughts manifesting and disintegrating at every second. You are the one who decided to carry on, aren't you? Keep calm and carry on, you say. That's bullshit. You don't want to carry on, you want more of this. Regardless of the consequences, if there are even consequences? Maybe you are overthinking. Yes, definitely. That's it. No harm in living your fantasies. You are just that lucky. A magic app just for you.

Your thumb taps on the notification then releases. For a moment nothing happens, then the familiar loading screen with the black heart loads up. After a minute, it lights up with a flash. You obviously haven't learned from last time because you get momentarily blinded. When it dims, there's a textbox in the center, another quest.

"Second Quest: Tame Eunbi

Make Eunbi submits to you and try not to get killed

There is no time limit"

Your kpop knowledge comes in. Eunbi, former leader of Iz*one, currently a soloist. To be honest, you are a bigger fan of her tits than herself. Making her submit? Nothing strange. Try not to get killed? Definitely strange. Rei have been nothing but obedient in your first quest and now have the tables turned?

You have no time to debate as the darkness surrounds you, embracing you in its obsidian hold. This time, you are not as startled though you still dread it. Then comes the cold wave that spreads to every single cells in your body, then you collapse.

♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎

Here's a friendly advice. Don't try to pass out if you can manage. It doesn't get better no matter how many time you have done it.

As you come back to your senses, you feel a wave of nausea so strong you think you are gonna throw up. Your open you eyes and have to close them again after they get burned from the glow of the single lightbulb overhead, hanging from a wire.

After taking a few deep breaths, you turn to the side and open your eyes once again. As usual, you have no idea where you are. You are lying on a white canvas which is thankfully soft. You support yourself on one arm and sit up, scanning the environs.

You are in a rectangular platform, enclosed by ropes on all four sides that run from posts in each corner of the ring. Beyond it, you can faintly make out the shape of shelves, all lined with medals and trophies of every shape and size. For some reason, at the foot of one shelf lays a sculpture of a swan like the ones you see in ponds, toppled over as if someone have kicked it down.

So, you are in a boxing ring. Not exactly an ideal place to fuck someone. But your opinion doesn't matter. It's your quest that does. It's a pretty mysterious quest compared to the first one. 'Try not to get killed' it says. And considering where you are right now, it's just a perfect place to do the exact opposite.

Looking from the bright side, at least this time, you are not naked. You look good, even. But if you have to protect yourself, it's not really the best fit. Good looks won't help you survive.

"Who are you?"

A voice from the back startle you so much you nearly let out a shriek. You rise from the floor, turning your head to the back slowly in case you are at gunpoint. But after seeing who's behind you. Being held at gunpoint becomes the least of your worries.

Eunbi stands, propped against a pole in a corner of the ring. Her hypnotic eyes seem to bore into your soul like a predator preparing to pounce on its prey. Long raven bangs fall on her shoulders gracefully, one side tucked to the back. She wears a black sports bra with two silky rows of fabric extending from each strap, zigzagging on her chest and obscuring the view of her cleavage (which is a big loss). She is dressed in jeans of the same color from her waist down. Its top button unattached, opened up to give a slight view of her midriff. You wonder if it's intentional or she just doesn't know. If it's the latter, you are not going to point it out.

"Answer my question"

Eunbi snaps, her tone sharp with despise.

"My name's Michael"

You introduce yourself. Seems like a good start when facing a woman who already seems to hate you.

"Another one of his spawns, I see"

She mocks, her eyes never wavering away from your face.

"Another human to kill I guess"

"Look, I'm not here to-"

Your words are cut short by the pain that explodes from the side of your ribs. You fall to your knees, wrapping your arms around your torso. Eunbi, who is far away from you just a moment ago now stands in front of you, looking down with animalistic hunger in her eyes.

"Wait-"

Another eruption of agony. This time in your back, you fall flat on the floor, facedown. Your lust have gotten the best of you this time. Eunbi isn't the obedient type like Rei. She's out for blood.

You are just waiting for another blow that will finish you off when you suddenly fee a surge of strength that course through your veins, empowering your muscles.

You get up with your newfound strength, just in time to avoid Eunbi who strikes the floor with strength that will probably turn you into mush.

She looks up, her eyes wide with confusion.

"Impossible! How?"

But it's now your time to strike. You tackle into Eunbi with the side of your body, knocking her to the floor. She growls and prepares to get up again but you are faster, quickly planting your knees on both sides of her legs and pinning her hands by the waist with your own.

"This is unfair!"

She complains.

"You have never help anyone but why him?"

You have no idea who she's talking to but you already set your goal in mind. Ripping off the fabric from her straps, you tie her hands in a bundle above her head. She writhes, cursing in languages you don't understand and attempts to kneel you when you accidentally loosen the hold on her legs. However, her effort bears no fruit as you tighten the hold on her legs even more.

"You will regret this! Next time, it won't be this easy!"

You ignore her, now staring at her cleavage that have been made visible after removing the straps. The flesh spilling out from the top of her bra. You reach for one and squeeze it over the piece of clothing. Eunbi shrieks and curses again. You do the same thing to the other one, earning another curse from Eunbi.

"You talk too much"

You mutters, sliding a hand down the opening of her jeans, reaching for her sweet spot. Eunbi isn't wearing any panties and your finger quickly locates the nirvana between her legs. You shove a finger into her wet folds to which she replies with a new name for you. But you are too focused to care, slipping another finger into her.

"You are already so wet, huh? You must have been fantasizing about this"

I mock as I start to slide my fingers in and out of her, each pump making Eunbi's voice a decibel lower until it reaches a point where her malison get replaced by huffs that start to sound more and more like moans. You move in a precise pace, making sure to tease her clit every now and then.

Eunbi's back starts to arch, her knees rising as if encouraging you to finger her even deeper. And you happily oblige, pulling her jeans down to her kneels and increasing your pace which is already becoming unbearable for her. With each thrust of your fingers, you extract a moan from Eunbi, whose eyes start to roll into the back of her head, her legs shaking violently.

It's hard to believe this is the woman who tired to kill you just a moment ago. Her vigour now replaced by nymphomania. Her eyes which says "Get ready to die" earlier now begs you not to stop.

"Where's the threats now, Eunbi? Cat got your tongue?"

You asks as you thrusts in your finger with full force, draw back and thrust in again, making her body convulses.

"I'm....I'm sorry.....please...."

She starts whining and that's when you know you have completed your quest. But you still have other ideas. This is not enough, you have to push her over the limit. Turns her into nothing but a vessel for your pleasure.

"Oh, are you now?"

You demand, your fingers rubbing her clit frantically.

"Yes....yes......I'm gonna cum....I'm.."

A geyser erupted from Eunbi's wet hole, staining the white floor of the boxing ring and your pants. You withdraw your fingers from her folds and shove them into her mouth. She happily licks it clean, her knees still shaking.

"Oh, this is only a sample of what I'm gonna do to you. Don't get tired now"

You scorn as you take off your jaccket, shirt and then your pants, your mamba springing to its full length. Eunbi's gaze rest on your cock and the expression in them is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen.

"What? Too big for you to handle?"

You kneel and look at her with a pathetic smile. Seeing how she just submits to you, you thinks she won't try to kill you anymore so you untie her hands.

"Those jeans are getting in the way, don't you think?"

Eunbi seems to understand the assignment, she obeys and starts pulling off her jeans.

"Oh and while you are at it, lose the rest too"

If Eunbi wants to retort, she swallows it. Because she pulls off her sports bra and lies on the floor, her huge tits now out on display.

You get on top of her in the earlier position, the only difference being that you no longer have to restrain her legs and your cocks now lie between the valley of her mounds.

"You know what to do"

You order and Eunbi immediately push in her melons from both side with her fingers, enveloping your shaft in its cotton hold. You start bucking your hips, watching your cockhead disappear and reappear between her bust. Whenever the tip emerges, Eunbi will stick out her tongue and lick your slit to get a taste of your precum.

"Yes, fuck Eunbi, just like that"

You groan as Eunbi spits between her knockers, creating a smooth pathway for your manhood. Gliding between her jugs, you bring your thumb and index fingers to squeeze her nipples, which are already rock hard from the stimulation. You roll and pinch them in your fingers, making Eunbi squeals.

To be honesr, you are not exactly a boobs person. If someone asks you boobs or ass?, you will choose ass in a heartbeat. But with the way Eunbi's jugs feel sandwiching your knob, you might seriously have to reconsider.

These squashy clouds that fits you perfectly like a glove and feels like velvet to your touch. You would use them all day if you could. And who is she to complain? She has become nothing but a cockslut, eager to tend to your needs.

You increase your pace, making it impossible for Eunbi to keep up with her licks on your head. So instead, she opens her mouth, letting the tip slides in whenever it escapes from her hooters. The warmth of her mouth combined with the friction provided by her supple flesh drives you crazy. And those fuck me eyes she gives you doesn't help.

Your waist starts to get sore from moving at an intense pace for god knows how long. Nonetheless, you push on. It's not everyday you get a chance to shove your dick between this kind of tits, such art that most people only get to enjoy with their sights.

But here you are, taking advantage of it to the fullest. Your intentions evident from the squelching sound that resonate whenever your cock rubs against her spit lubed flesh. If you say you feel like you are in heaven, that will be an understatement. You are beyond that. But that's the closest words that can describe it.

You have heard heaven is eternal. But this certainly is not as the same old tightening feeling starts manifesting in your stomach. Your cock throbs, and Eunbi must have noticed it because she starts to shake her jugs along with your thrusts, making sure not a single inch of you is left untouched by her mounds.

Each thrust take you closer and closer to the edge. The jolt of esctasy starting slithering its way to your shaft. You thrusts and thrusts until you can't take it anymore.

Globes after globes of cum erupts from your cock, painting the canvas of Eunbi's face. The first spurt lands on Eunbi's tongue which she sticks out just before your release and the rest make its way to her hair and the rest of her renowned facial features which have become nothing but a cumdump for you.

You rub the tip of your cock on her nipples to clean your remaining semen and sit down, unable to stand with how sore your waist is. You admire the mess you have made which is Eunbi, now lying on the floor with her legs spread and juice dripping down from her pink cavern. Her tits heaving up and down with each breath and her tongue still hanging out from her mouth like a bitch in heat.

Another quest. Complete. This one a lot riskier but it is certainly worth it. As horniness no longer clouds your brain, the words Eunbi said from earlier start to come back to your mind. "You have never help anyone but why him?" Was she referring to that surge of strength that comes to you right when you need it? If so, who's she talking to? Who is this person?

Just more unanswered questions. But this quest confirms one of your thoughts or so you think. That the idols you meet are not the one from the real world. You kind of doubt it after your encounter with Rei but now you are certain. Because there's no way the real Eunbi is a master at martial arts that try to kill anyone she meets nor she would say “Another human to kill, I guess” as if she's not human. This mess have become too complicated for you to handle and you need answers soon or else you will start to go insane.

"Patience, my friend"

That same deep, hollow voice from earlier echo around the room. But this time you have the time to respond.

"Who are you?"

You scream (not sure if it is necessary but it's hard when the voice is coming from all around you).

A shrill chuckle. Like flint running on steel.

"I will tell you in time, but you have performed well for today. Don't keep your friends waiting"

The darkness returns, surrounding you at all sides. But you embrace it for once. As the icy feeling erupt from within your body, you drift into unconsciousness once again.

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