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If you were the quiet academic king, Park Sohyun and Zhou Xinyu were the reigning queens of the school's social ecosystem. They were strikingly beautiful, fiercely intelligent in their own right, and entirely intimidating. They walked the halls with a synchronized, terrifying grace that parted crowds like the Red Sea.

And for reasons you initially couldn't fathom, they had made it their personal mission to ensure your high school life was anything but peaceful.

Sohyun’s heart would hammer violently against her ribs every single time she saw you. It wasn't a gentle flutter; it was a painful, frantic beat that made her feel physically ill. From her seat in the back of the classroom, she would watch the way you meticulously organized your notes.

To her, you were brilliant. You were flawless. And you were utterly terrifying. She would sit there, her hands gripping her pen so tightly her knuckles turned white, consumed by an overwhelming, suffocating sense of inadequacy.

If she were to walk up to you and tell you how her breath hitched every time you entered the room, she was convinced you would undoubtedly look at her with those calm, analytical eyes and reject her on the spot. The very thought of your rejection felt like a physical blow, a devastating public humiliation she couldn't survive.

So, instead of confessing, she built a fortress of hostility. She masked her crippling anxiety with biting sarcasm.

It was a Tuesday afternoon in the school library when Sohyun initiated her usual routine. The library was a cavernous space, smelling of old paper and dust, illuminated by shafts of golden afternoon sunlight.

You were sitting at your preferred corner table, deeply engrossed in a thick textbook regarding green logistics and sustainable supply chains. You were completely tuned out from the world around you, marking a page with a yellow highlighter.

Sohyun forced her trembling hands to steady as she marched over. She slammed her heavy history books down on the table directly across from you. The sound echoed like a gunshot in the quiet room.

You flinched slightly, your eyes slowly rising from the page to meet hers. You didn't say a word, just waited for the inevitable storm.

"Are you ever going to take a break, or is staring at a textbook the only personality trait you actually possess?" Sohyun asked. Her voice dripped with a rehearsed, venomous sweetness, though her heart was pounding so hard she thought you might hear it.

"I have a presentation for Kelompok 4 tomorrow," you replied calmly, your voice a smooth, steady baseline that completely contrasted her erratic energy. "I'm just reviewing the reverse logistics framework."

Sohyun scoffed, rolling her eyes to hide the fact that she was desperately trying to memorize the exact pitch of your voice. "Kelompok 4. Right. Because carrying eight other people on your back isn't enough of a tragic martyr complex for you."

"They do their part," you said softly, looking back down at your book. "It's a group effort."

"Oh, please," Sohyun mocked, leaning across the table and invading your personal space. She reached out and snatched the yellow highlighter right out of your fingers.

Her skin brushed yours for a fraction of a second, sending a violent jolt of electricity up her arm. She prayed to every deity she could think of that you didn't notice the way her breath hitched.

"I'll be confiscating this," she declared coldly, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms. "You're ruining the curve for everyone else in the grade. Consider this an intervention."

You looked at your empty hand, then up at her. "Sohyun, I need that to color-code the operational flowcharts."

"Then you should have thought about that before you decided to be so obnoxiously perfect," she shot back, twirling the highlighter between her fingers.

Inside, Sohyun was screaming at herself. The guilt was a heavy, suffocating blanket. She wanted to hand the marker back, gently brush her fingers against yours again, and apologize for being so unbelievably cruel. She wanted to ask you to explain the flowcharts to her, just so she could sit beside you and listen.

Instead, she watched you silently, patiently pull a cheap, smudging ballpoint pen from your bag and resume your work. She tucked your highlighter into her bag like a stolen treasure, her heart aching with a toxic mix of love and profound self-loathing.

Xinyu operated differently, though her internal turmoil was identical. Where Sohyun used passive-aggressive disruption, Xinyu used overwhelming, confrontational presence. Xinyu was taller, with a sharp, piercing gaze that made most students step out of her way without a second thought.

But whenever she saw you, her commanding exterior threatened to shatter into a million fragile pieces. The fear of being a mere annoyance to you mutated into a desperate, aggressive defense mechanism. If she couldn't be your equal, she would be your obstacle.

Later that week, the cafeteria was a chaotic sea of shouting teenagers and clattering trays. Xinyu spotted you navigating the crowd, carrying your tray with a quiet, intense focus, trying to avoid the chaos.

Her heart did a painful flip in her chest. The urge to run up, link her arm through yours, and pull you to her table was almost overwhelming. Instead, she forced her expression into a hard, unforgiving glare and stepped directly into your trajectory.

"Whoa!" you gasped, stumbling backward as Xinyu intentionally bumped her shoulder sharply against yours.

You barely caught your tray, though your carton of strawberry milk toppled over, spilling slightly onto the plastic. The surrounding students gasped, the immediate vicinity falling into a tense, expectant hush.

"Watch where you're going," Xinyu spat, her voice echoing loudly, masking the severe tremor in her hands.

You looked up at her, your brow furrowing in confusion. "You stepped right into my path, Xinyu."

"Are you calling me a liar?" she demanded, taking a step closer, completely invading your space. She looked you up and down, forcing her lip to curl in feigned disgust. "Maybe if you weren't so distracted by how incredibly tragic your outfit is, you would know how to walk in a straight line."

You looked down at your slightly oversized, faded gray sweater. "It's just a sweater. It's comfortable."

"It's a crime against humanity," Xinyu fired back, her voice harsh, even as her mind screamed at her to stop. She thought you looked incredibly endearing. She wanted to bury her face in the soft fabric of that sweater.

"I'll keep that in mind," you said softly. You didn't yell. You didn't argue. You merely adjusted your grip on your tray, offered her a small, unreadable nod, and walked around her.

As soon as your back was turned, Xinyu felt the familiar, crushing weight of immense guilt crash down on her shoulders. It felt like she couldn't breathe.

"Why do you do that?" a voice whispered from behind her. Xinyu whipped around to see Sohyun standing there, looking just as miserable.

"I don't know," Xinyu whispered back, her voice cracking. "He looked right at me, Sohyun. I panicked. I just… I completely panicked."

"You spilled his milk," Sohyun muttered, looking at the retreating back of your sweater. "He loves that strawberry milk."

"I know!" Xinyu hissed, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. "I know I did. I'm a monster. He's going to hate me forever."

Watching this daily tragedy unfold from a completely different vantage point was Rami, a childhood friend of you and your older sister, Yooyeon. Rami was entirely detached from the school's social hierarchy, possessing a sharp, no-nonsense personality that cut through teenage drama with ease.

While visiting the school grounds one afternoon to drop off a forgotten textbook for you, she leaned against a set of blue metal lockers and observed the ecosystem of the hallway.

She saw you standing by a cork bulletin board. Within seconds, Xinyu was there, standing entirely too close to you, loudly criticizing the way your backpack was strapped. A few feet away, Sohyun was aggressively glaring at a younger freshman girl who had dared to wave at you.

Rami let out a long, heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose to stave off an incoming headache. The pathetic nature of it all was almost too much for her to bear.

She pushed off the lockers and walked right up to you, completely ignoring the immediate, territorial, hostile glares she received from both Sohyun and Xinyu.

"Here," Rami said, shoving the heavy textbook into your chest. "Yooyeon found it on the kitchen counter. Again."

"Thanks, Rami," you smiled, taking the book. "I owe you one."

Rami didn't smile back. She crossed her arms and glared over your shoulder at the two girls who were now pretending to examine the hinges of the lockers.

"Are you completely blind, or are you just a masochist?" Rami asked, not bothering to lower her voice.

You blinked, looking confused. "What do you mean?"

"I mean tweedle-dee and tweedle-dumb over there," Rami said, jutting her chin toward Sohyun and Xinyu. "They are completely obsessed with you. It's actually painful to watch."

You glanced over your shoulder. Sohyun visibly flinched, and Xinyu suddenly found the floor tiles fascinating.

"They aren't obsessed with me, Rami," you said with a soft sigh. "They just enjoy making my life difficult. It's a game to them."

"It's not a game," Rami argued, grabbing your arm to pull your attention back to her. "Look at them. Really look at them. They act like rabid dogs because they're too scared to just wag their tails. You shouldn't put up with it."

"I don't mind," you replied calmly.

"You don't mind being bullied?" Rami raised an eyebrow.

"I don't think it's bullying," you corrected gently. "I think they're just… loud. They have a lot of energy."

"They're terrified of you," Rami stated bluntly. "And they're too stupid to realize that pushing you away is going to backfire permanently."

You didn't say anything to Rami's harsh assessment. You just looked back at the two girls. Sohyun was nervously chewing her bottom lip, and Xinyu looked like she was on the verge of a panic attack.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of your mouth, softening your features.

"I'll see you later, Rami," you said quietly, turning away and heading toward your next class.

The high school years dragged on this way, a continuous, exhausting, emotionally draining dance of harsh words, stolen glances, and a love so deeply buried under paralyzing fear that it threatened to suffocate all three of you.

The transition from the rigid, structured hallways of your high school to the sprawling, vibrant campus of the university didn't break the intense gravitational pull between the three of you. If anything, the expansive grounds of the Faculty of Business and Economics only provided Sohyun and Xinyu with a much larger stage to act out their agonizing, complicated dynamic.

You had enrolled as a Business Networking major, your academic life consumed by the intricate complexities of Operations Management, supply chains, and your overarching thesis on Green and Reverse Logistics. You were, as you had always been, at the very top of your cohort. Your mind was a brilliant, analytical engine, constantly reading systems, predicting outcomes, and understanding human operational behavior.

Because of this, you were anything but oblivious.

You knew exactly how Sohyun and Xinyu felt about you. You had known for years. You didn't need a dramatic confession under a cherry blossom tree to understand the truth; you saw it in the data of their everyday actions.

You noticed how Sohyun would aggressively critique the formatting of your proposals for the Dewan Perwakilan Mahasiswa (DPM), only to secretly email you a flawlessly edited version at two in the morning so you wouldn't stress over it. You noticed how Xinyu ruthlessly maneuvered her way into "Kelompok 4" for your massive MIS project, aggressively managing the schedules to ensure absolutely no other girls in the group had the opportunity to sit next to you during late-night study sessions.

Their fear of rejection was incredibly loud, masked by layers of biting sarcasm and confrontational glares. But their profound, overwhelming care for you was even louder, provided you knew how to listen for it. You were simply waiting. You were a patient man, willing to let them fight their internal battles until they were finally brave enough to drop the armor.

However, that delicate, frustrating stalemate was entirely shattered on a sweltering Thursday afternoon.

You were sitting at a shaded outdoor table near the faculty lounge, trying to escape the midday Surabaya heat. You had a stack of journals on sustainable supply chain models spread out before you, deeply engrossed in your research.

Suddenly, your focus was broken by a pair of cool, familiar hands slipping over your eyes from behind.

"Guess who, genius?" a playful, melodic voice chirped right next to your ear.

You couldn't help but smile, reaching up to gently pry the hands away. "You're supposed to be in Jakarta, Rami."

Rami let out a bright, ringing laugh, stepping around the table and immediately dropping into the empty chair right beside you. She was your childhood friend, practically a second sister, and she operated with a complete disregard for personal space when it came to you. She slung an arm casually around your shoulders, leaning her head against yours as she peered down at your dense academic papers.

"My classes got canceled for the rest of the week, so I took the first train down to bother you and Yooyeon," Rami said, reaching over to blatantly steal a sip from your iced coffee without asking. "God, I missed you. Have you been doing nothing but reading about recycled cardboard since I left?"

"It's reverse logistics, Rami, and it's important," you chuckled, gently nudging her shoulder. "It's good to see you."

Rami grinned, leaning in closer, her face mere inches from yours as she animatedly began telling you a story about her chaotic train ride. To any outside observer, the sheer physical comfort and easy intimacy between the two of you painted a very specific, very romantic picture.

And unfortunately for Sohyun and Xinyu, they were currently acting as outside observers.

About fifty feet away, partially concealed behind one of the large concrete pillars of the faculty building, the two reigning queens of the university's social ecosystem were currently experiencing a catastrophic, system-wide mental breakdown.

Sohyun’s heart was hammering so violently against her ribs that she felt physically nauseous. Her manicured nails were digging painfully into the rough concrete of the pillar as she stared at the scene unfolding at your table.

Who is she? Sohyun's internal monologue was shrieking in pure, unadulterated panic. Why is she sitting so close to him? Why is she touching his shoulder? He never lets anyone touch his shoulder! Why is he smiling at her like that? He never smiles like that when I'm around. I usually just get the polite nod. Oh my god, she's gorgeous. Is she his girlfriend? Did he get a girlfriend?

Beside her, Xinyu was vibrating with a terrifying mix of profound jealousy and sheer terror. Her sharp, imposing gaze was fixed entirely on Rami, mentally dissecting this sudden, beautiful threat to her entire world.

I will completely destroy her, Xinyu thought wildly, her breathing shallow and erratic. No, wait, I can't do that, Y/N would hate me. But look at them! She just drank from his cup! Indirect kiss! They just shared an indirect kiss right in the middle of the campus courtyard! This is a disaster. This is an absolute, code-red emergency.

"Sohyun," Xinyu hissed, her voice trembling as she grabbed her friend's arm in a vice grip. "We have to do something. Right now. We have to go over there."

"And do what?!" Sohyun hissed back, her eyes wide with panic. "What if they're dating, Xinyu? What if we walk over there and he introduces her as the love of his life? I will literally throw myself into the campus fountain and drown."

"If we don't go over there, she's going to steal him completely!" Xinyu argued desperately, logic completely abandoning her. "We can't just stand here and let some random girl take the only guy we've ever cared about because we're too cowardly to act. We have to intervene. We'll march over there, assert dominance, and… and demand his attention for a DPM project!"

"I'm not even in the DPM!" Sohyun pointed out frantically.

"It doesn't matter! Just follow my lead!"

Fueled by a volatile cocktail of pure adrenaline, territorial jealousy, and the terrifying realization that they might actually lose you, the two girls stepped out from behind the pillar. They marched across the courtyard toward your table, their heels clicking aggressively against the pavement, looking like they were preparing for a war.

But as the physical distance between you closed, the adrenaline rapidly began to evaporate, entirely replaced by their deeply ingrained, paralyzing fear of your judgment.

By the time they reached your table, they had completely run out of steam.

You looked up from Rami's animated story, your calm, analytical eyes landing on the two girls standing awkwardly by your table. You raised an eyebrow, waiting.

Sohyun opened her mouth, fully intending to say something witty and sharp to demand your attention. She meant to ask you a complex question about operations management. Instead, her brain entirely blue-screened under the weight of your gaze.

"We…" Sohyun started, her voice cracking embarrassingly. She felt the heat violently rush to her cheeks, turning her entire face a brilliant, glowing shade of crimson. "The… the cardboard. For the… things."

Xinyu internally screamed at her friend's complete failure and stepped forward to take charge. She pointed a finger at your table, but her hand was shaking so badly she quickly dropped it.

"Y/N," Xinyu stated loudly, trying to summon her usual commanding presence, but it came out sounding breathless and panicked. "We need to… we have to discuss the schedule for the… the breathing. I mean, the meeting. The DPM meeting about the… the green leaves. Logistics. Green logistics."

You blinked, leaning back in your chair. "The DPM meeting about green logistics isn't for another three weeks, Xinyu. And Sohyun, you aren't on that committee."

Xinyu's face went from pale to a deep, agonizing red in less than a second. Her sharp mind went completely blank. She had absolutely no idea what to say next. She just stood there, her mouth slightly open, completely flustered, radiating a chaotic, terrified energy. Sohyun looked like she was actively praying for a sinkhole to open up beneath the courtyard and swallow her whole.

Rami, who had stopped her story mid-sentence, was currently staring at Sohyun and Xinyu with an expression of pure, unfiltered bewilderment. She looked from the two blushing, stammering girls, to you, and then back to the girls.

Rami leaned closer to you, not bothering to lower her voice. "Y/N, who are these creeps? Are they stalking you? Because I will happily call campus security right now. They look like they're about to have a synchronized stroke."

Sohyun let out a tiny, mortified squeak, burying her burning face in her hands. Xinyu looked completely paralyzed, her eyes darting frantically between you and Rami, completely unable to defend herself against the accusation.

You let out a soft, warm chuckle, the sound instantly defusing the heavy tension in the air. You reached over, gently patting Rami's arm to calm her down.

"It's okay, Rami. Stand down," you said smoothly. You gestured toward the two petrified girls. "Rami, these are my classmates. Park Sohyun and Zhou Xinyu. They can be a little intense when it comes to academics, but they aren't stalkers."

You shifted your gaze to the two girls, your eyes softening. "Sohyun, Xinyu, this is Rami. She's my childhood friend. She basically grew up in my house alongside my older sister, Yooyeon."

The words childhood friend echoed in Sohyun and Xinyu's minds like a chorus of angels singing.

The profound, crushing weight of their jealousy vanished in an instant, leaving behind only the sheer, embarrassing reality of their current behavior. They weren't losing you to a beautiful stranger; they had just aggressively marched up to your closest family friend and completely made fools of themselves.

"Oh," Xinyu breathed out, the tension leaving her shoulders so fast she almost sagged. "Childhood friend. Right."

"Nice to meet you," Sohyun managed to squeak from behind her hands, still refusing to show her incredibly flushed face.

Rami narrowed her eyes, clearly not buying their sudden, awkward submissiveness, but she leaned back in her chair. "Right. Well. Nice to meet you too, I guess."

You looked at the two girls standing awkwardly in the heat, clearly miserable and entirely unsure of what to do next. They looked like they wanted to bolt, to run away and hide from the immense embarrassment of the situation. But you weren't going to let them run away this time. It was time to break the cycle.

"Actually," you started, closing your textbook and neatly stacking your journals. "Rami and I were just about to head off campus to get some lunch. I know a quiet spot that serves incredible seafood just a few blocks from here. Why don't you two join us?"

Sohyun finally lowered her hands, staring at you in utter disbelief. "You… you want us to come with you?"

"I don't think we can," Xinyu added quickly, her defensive instincts kicking in to protect her from this incredibly vulnerable situation. "We don't want to intrude on your reunion. Plus, I'm sure you have… things to catch up on."

"It's not an intrusion," you replied firmly, offering them a small, encouraging smile. "I'm inviting you. I'd like it if you came. Both of you."

Sohyun and Xinyu exchanged a wide-eyed, panicked glance. You had never explicitly invited them to do anything outside of mandatory group projects. This was unprecedented territory. But the gentle, genuine warmth in your eyes was a magnetic force they simply couldn't resist.

"Okay," Sohyun whispered softly. "We'd like that."

Twenty minutes later, the four of you were seated in a cool, dimly lit restaurant known for its phenomenal grilled fish and spicy sambal. The air conditioning was a welcome relief from the Surabaya heat, but the atmosphere at the table was incredibly thick with awkward tension.

You and Rami sat on one side of the booth, while Sohyun and Xinyu sat stiffly on the opposite side, keeping a perfectly measured six inches of space between them. They both looked like they were bracing for an execution rather than waiting for an appetizer.

Rami was thoroughly enjoying the situation. She methodically peeled a shrimp, chewing it slowly as she locked her sharp gaze on the two girls across from her.

"So," Rami started, wiping her fingers on a napkin. "Let me get this straight. You two saw Y/N sitting with a girl you didn't recognize, and your immediate instinct was to sprint across the courtyard, completely red in the face, to aggressively demand to talk about… cardboard?"

Sohyun closed her eyes, letting out a pained sigh. "Please, just let me die in peace."

Xinyu crossed her arms, her defensive walls instinctively snapping back into place. "We had a legitimate academic inquiry. Y/N is a vital part of our group projects. His focus is important."

"Right. Very convincing," Rami scoffed, rolling her eyes. "You know, for two people who supposedly just care about his grades, you both looked like you were ready to commit murder when you saw me touching his arm. It's honestly hilarious."

"Rami," you warned gently, placing a hand over hers on the table. "That's enough. Be nice."

Rami sighed, leaning back against the booth. "I'm just saying, Y/N. They act like absolute terrors. I've heard the stories from Yooyeon. They steal your stuff, they insult your clothes, they completely monopolize your time… and then they stand in a courtyard looking at you like you hung the moon and the stars. It's exhausting just watching it."

The table plunged into a heavy, suffocating silence.

Sohyun stared down at her untouched glass of iced tea, the condensation pooling at the base. Xinyu's jaw was clenched so tight a muscle ticked in her cheek. Rami had just taken a sledgehammer to the very fragile glass house they had been hiding in for years.

You looked at them, seeing the very real, very raw distress in their eyes. They were cornered.

"Rami is very blunt," you said softly, breaking the silence. You kept your voice low, steady, and entirely free of judgment. "She doesn't mean to be cruel. But… she isn't entirely wrong."

Sohyun and Xinyu both snapped their heads up to look at you, panic flaring in their eyes.

"I know I haven't said anything about it," you continued, leaning forward slightly, resting your forearms on the table. "But I'm not blind to the way things have been between us. The teasing, the arguments, the hostility. It's been going on since high school."

"Y/N, we—" Xinyu started, her voice panicked, but you gently raised a hand to pause her.

"I've always known it wasn't because you actually hated me," you said, your eyes moving between them, making sure they understood the absolute sincerity in your words. "I've always known there was a different reason behind it. I just… I didn't want to push you until you were ready."

Sohyun’s lower lip trembled. She reached down, her fingers nervously twisting the fabric of her skirt under the table. The fear of rejection was screaming at her to stand up, to make a sarcastic comment, and walk out of the restaurant.

But then she looked at you. She looked at the immense patience in your eyes, the quiet strength that had drawn her to you in the first place. You weren't attacking them. You were offering them a bridge.

Sohyun took a deep, shuddering breath, forcing herself to maintain eye contact with you.

"I'm sorry," Sohyun whispered, her voice cracking under the emotional weight of the words. "I am so, incredibly sorry, Y/N."

You tilted your head slightly. "For what, Sohyun?"

"For being so awful to you," she confessed, a single tear escaping and sliding down her cheek. She didn't bother to wipe it away. "For stealing your things. For saying cruel things about your studying. I was just… I was so intimidated by you. You were always so perfect, so brilliant, and I felt so small compared to you. I didn't know how to talk to you like a normal person. I was terrified that if I was just nice to you, you would see right through me and realize I wasn't good enough. So I acted like a monster to protect myself. And it was stupid. And it was mean. And I'm sorry."

The absolute vulnerability in Sohyun's confession hung in the air, raw and undeniable.

Xinyu swallowed hard, her throat thick with emotion. Seeing her friend break down her walls gave her the final push she needed to shatter her own.

"She's right," Xinyu said, her voice unusually soft, stripped entirely of its commanding edge. She looked at you, her sharp eyes swimming with unshed tears. "I'm sorry, too. For everything. For bumping into you in the halls, for insulting your clothes, for being so impossibly demanding during our projects. I used my anger because I was too cowardly to use anything else."

Xinyu reached out, tentatively resting her hand on the edge of the table, just inches from yours. "I didn't hate you, Y/N. I have never hated you. I just… I didn't know how to handle the fact that I cared so much about what you thought of me. And seeing you with Rami today… seeing how easy it was for her to just sit next to you and make you smile… it made me realize how much time I've wasted being angry instead of just being honest."

You looked at the two women sitting across from you. The masks were gone. The hostility had completely evaporated. They were terrified, yes, but they were finally, beautifully honest.

You reached across the table, your large hand covering Xinyu's trembling fingers, while your other hand reached out to gently grasp Sohyun's hand where it rested near her glass.

They both gasped softly at the physical contact, their eyes snapping to yours.

"Thank you," you said, your voice a warm, comforting rumble that sent a wave of profound relief crashing over them both. "It takes a lot of courage to say that. I accept your apologies. Both of them."

Sohyun let out a wet, breathless laugh, squeezing your fingers tightly. "You're not mad? You're not going to tell us to leave?"

"I invited you to lunch, didn't I?" you smiled, your thumbs gently rubbing against their knuckles. "I don't hold grudges. I just wanted us to finally be able to sit at a table together without someone threatening to confiscate my highlighters or rewrite my flowcharts."

Xinyu let out a small, self-deprecating chuckle, wiping at her eyes with her free hand. "I can't promise I won't still critique your flowcharts. They really can be quite messy."

"I'll take the constructive criticism over the yelling any day," you replied smoothly.

Rami, who had been sitting quietly watching the entire exchange, finally let out a loud, dramatic sigh, picking up her chopsticks again.

"Well, thank God that's over," Rami muttered, though there was a distinct, approving smile playing on her lips. "I thought I was going to have to physically shake the truth out of you two. Now that we've established that you aren't actually rabid stalkers and just emotionally stunted idiots, can we please eat? I'm starving."

The heavy, suffocating tension that had defined your relationship for years finally broke, shattering into a million pieces.

Sohyun and Xinyu didn't immediately confess their undying, romantic love. The fear of that final, ultimate rejection was still a small, lingering shadow in the back of their minds. But the massive, impenetrable wall of hostility was entirely gone.

As the waiter brought out the plates of fragrant, steaming food, the atmosphere at the table shifted into something completely new.

For the first time in your lives, you sat together not as a target and his tormentors, but as friends. Sohyun cautiously asked Rami about her life in Jakarta, genuinely engaging in the conversation without a hint of sarcasm. Xinyu, while still maintaining her confident posture, asked you a genuine question about your thesis, actively listening to your response without preparing an insult to tear it down.

You sat there, surrounded by the lively chatter, feeling a profound sense of peace settle over you.

It was just a meal. It was just an apology. But as you caught Xinyu's eye across the table, watching her offer you a small, completely genuine smile, and felt Sohyun 'accidentally' brush her knee against yours under the table without pulling away in panic, you knew everything had changed.

Nice to meet you. Who's your name? What's your job? You're nice, sir.

Maybe that's the word you hear when you set foot in a new neighborhood .

And when a twenty-year-old woman stands beside you, you introduce her as your fiancé named Ahyeon. They could hardly believe it, saying you were a lucky man, or you must have been a hero in a past life, or you are a billionaire who has a lot of money.

Well, a 45-year-old man getting a twenty-year-old girl as a future wife is almost impossible unless there's one part they don't know about us. It's a secret that we are father and daughter.

***

The organ music swelled as the church doors swung open, revealing Ahyeon in a gown that clung to her curves like liquid moonlight. The delicate lace plunged daringly at her chest before cinching tight around her waist, the skirt flaring just enough to tease the shape of her hips with every step. Lily petals trembled in her bouquet as she walked—not the demure shuffle of a blushing bride, but with the quiet confidence of someone who knew exactly what effect she was having. A collective inhale rippled through the pews when she passed all your neighbors you know almost two month ago.

You kept your face carefully neutral as she reached the altar, though your palms itched to adjust your tie. The weight of your daughter's secret pressed heavier than the ring in your pocket.

Ahyeon's whisper curled against your ear like smoke—hot, illicit, trembling with suppressed laughter. Her breath smelled of mint and the champagne she'd sipped nervously before the procession.

"Look daddy," she murmured, lips brushing the shell of your ear just enough to make your pulse stutter, "Did they know that you would marry your own daughter?" The lace of her glove snagged on your lapel as she pulled back.

Your whisper curled back at her, "Sst... It's a secret, baby," your thumb brushed the underside of her wrist where the lace ended, skin humming with the lie you'd polished for months.

" They don't know about us," your lips grazed the pearl stud in her earlobe, "the princess who looks like an angel is a succubus who seduces her own father?"

Both of you smiled mischievously but others think it's love dovey.

The priest's voice echoed through the vaulted ceiling like a slow drumbeat.

"Do you, Gitae, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?" His rheumy eyes flickered between you and Ahyeon.

"I do." The words tasted like sacrilege and sugar on your tongue.

Ahyeon's fingers trembled when you took her hand, her pulse fluttering like a trapped bird against your thumb. The ring slid onto her finger with obscene ease, the gold still bearing the faint dents from decades of your wife's gardening. Your daughter's eyes widened—she recognized it immediately—but her shock melted into something darker when she curled her fingers, pressing the metal deep into her palm like a brand.

The priest's wrinkled hands hovered between you like a benediction, his voice cracking on the final words—"you may now kiss the bride."

A hush fell over the congregation, all those polite strangers leaning forward in their pews, expecting chaste propriety. Ahyeon's breath hitched when your palms settled on her waist, her pupils dilating until only a thin ring of honey-brown remained. The lace of her gown whispered against your knuckles as you pulled her closer than a father ever should.

Her lips parted before yours even touched them—warm, yielding, slick with the champagne she'd stolen sips of in the vestry. The taste of her exploded across your tongue, mint and something darker, something that made your fingers tighten involuntarily on her hips.

A shocked murmur rippled through the church when your tongue flicked against hers, when her moan vibrated against your mouth loud enough for the front pew to hear. You broke apart panting, her lipstick smeared across your mouth like a confession.

The priest, your neighbors, even someone you still find hard to remember their name is happy for you and Ahyeon, rejoicing for the love of Taboo you both.

The champagne flutes clinked like wind chimes in the golden afternoon light, their crystalline notes dissolving into the murmur of polite laughter and the rustle of silk against wool.

You stood in the dappled shade of the churchyard's ancient oak, its branches heavy with late summer leaves, while the men—your new neighbors, all silver-haired and sun-weathered—circled you like curious crows. Their wives had already whisked Ahyeon away, their delighted coos about her youth and beauty carrying across the lawn like birdsong.

"You're so lucky, buddy," your neighbor clapped you on the back with a teacher's practiced enthusiasm, "To have a younger, prettier, hotter partner—wow."

His laugh came out half-strangled, eyes lingering a beat too long on the way Ahyeon's gown dipped between her shoulderblades.

"I didn't expect it. She's as old as my daughter Leeseo.”

You just smiled behind the Glass cocktails.

The other neighbor's voice cut through the reception's hum, his words landing like a stray bullet.

"You know, when I first met you, I didn't expect you to be a couple and instead thought you were father and daughter, but that's impossible, right... It's... Hey. He—"

Then another also added the joke, "it turns out that I'm not the only one who thinks like that, but who can stand Ahyeon's charm, even if she's my daughter I'll definitely marry her too he he he".

Ahyeon’s hips swayed as she approached, the delicate fabric of her wedding gown catching the sunlight in a way that made the men around you momentarily forget their drinks. She tilted her head, her painted lips curving into a playful smirk.

"What are you guys talking about?" she asked, her voice dripping with mock innocence. "It seems so exciting." Her fingers brushed your forearm, lingering just long enough to make your pulse jump.

"Only a man’s thing, honey " you replied, shrugging as the neighbors chuckled awkwardly.

She giggled, the sound like wind chimes, and leaned into your side. "Oh? Should I be worried?" Her thumb traced idle circles over your wrist, hidden from view beneath the tablecloth.

They laughed and chuckled awkwardly.

" Gentleman, may I steal my husband for a dance?" Ahyeon's voice cut through the men's laughter like a silver blade through velvet, sweet yet decisive.

The string quartet swelled as Ahyeon pulled you onto the dance floor, her grip tighter than propriety allowed. Her fingers laced through yours with practiced ease—too familiar for strangers watching, but they'd already swallowed the lie whole. The champagne had softened the room into a blur of smiling faces and murmured congratulations, none noticing how your daughter's thumb traced slow circles against your wedding band.

"You looked like a trapped animal back there, Dad " Ahyeon murmured, her breath warm against your collar as she guided your hand lower on her waist than any father shouldn't rest.

The satin of her gown hissed against your palm.

“Thank you for saving me from those old men," you muttered into her hair, inhaling the strawberry shampoo she'd used since adolescence—a scent that now carried layers of deception.

Ahyeon chuckled, her fingers tightening around yours as you spun her gently on the dance floor. "Aren't you also an old man, Daddy?" she teased, her lips brushing your ear just long enough to make your breath catch.

You smiled, pulling her closer under the pretense of adjusting your stance, your thumb pressing into the dip of her waist where the gown cinched tight.

"You look comfortable with the wives," you murmured, nodding toward the cluster of women watching them from the edge of the dance floor with approving smiles.

"What were you talking about?"

Ahyeon's fingers tightened around yours as she replied with that saccharine smile you'd learned to distrust—the one that meant she'd already decided something reckless.

"You know, Miss Han is a kindergarten teacher," she murmured, her thumb tracing the inside of your wrist in a way that made your pulse stutter. "She asked if I could be a teaching assistant there?”

You smirked as you teased her, your voice dropping low enough that only she could hear the rough edges of the joke. "You teach? A daughter who seduces her father while her mother is away?" The words curled between you like smoke, hot and illicit.

Ahyeon's laugh was a soft, breathy thing against your shoulder, her fingers tightening around yours as she pressed closer—too close for a father and daughter, just right for newlyweds.

"That's right, Daddy," she purred, her lips brushing your ear as the quartet transitioned into a waltz, "a daughter who gave up her body to be owned by her father when her mother—who was like a bitch—ran away with another man."

The vulgarity dripped from her tongue like honeyed venom, her breath hitching when your palm slid lower on her back, fingers splaying possessively over the satin covering her ass.

The string quartet's final notes dissolved into applause that rippled through the reception like summer rain. Ahyeon's fingers lingered against your jaw a heartbeat too long as you broke apart—her thumb swiping once, deliberately, across your lower lip where her strawberry gloss had smudged. The guests sighed at the display, mistaking it's sinner taboo relationship in both you and her eyes for newlywed devotion.

After the reception ends.

Click.

The door clicked shut behind you with the finality of a vault sealing, muffling the last echoes of congratulations still floating up from the street. Ahyeon's weight in your arms was warm and pliant, her fingers tangled in your loosened tie as she peered up through her lashes—that same half-lidded gaze she'd perfected at sixteen when asking for favors you couldn't refuse. The scent of rose petals crushed underfoot rose thick and heady between you, mingling with the champagne on her breath.

The hinges groaned as you shouldered the bedroom door open, Ahyeon's weight warm against your chest, her breath tickling the hollow of your throat where her lips hovered—close enough to taste your pulse, but not yet touching. The scent of crushed rose petals rose in waves from the mattress, mingling with the faint tang of champagne still clinging to her skin.

You lowered her onto the silk sheets with a slow, deliberate gravity, her white lace gown billowing around her like a fallen cloud. As she sank into the mattress, the short hem of the dress rode up, exposing the creamy expanse of her thighs, the fabric clinging to her curves in a way that felt less like bridal attire and more like a challenge.

She didn't move, simply lying there with her arms spread wide and her chest heaving in a slow, rhythmic cadence. A slow, predatory smile curved her lips as she looked up at you, her eyes shimmering with the thrill of the charade.

"It seems Daddy can't wait to devour his own daughter," she murmured, her voice a low, vibrating hum that seemed to echo in the sudden silence of the room.

You reached out, your fingers grazing the stray tendrils of dark hair that had escaped her veil to cling to her damp forehead. With a slow, methodical tenderness, you brushed them back, your fingertips lingering against the heat of her temple. The gesture was paternal in form but possessive in spirit, a quiet claiming of the woman who had spent the afternoon playing the part of your bride.

"It can't be helped, honey," you murmured, your voice dropping into a low, gravelly register that vibrated in the small space between you.

"Well, my daughter has grown up to be such a beautiful and sexy woman... what father in the world could possibly stand it?”

Your index finger traced the seam of her lips, the skin there soft and slick with the remnants of that strawberry gloss. You pressed just enough to pull her lower lip slightly outward, a slow, deliberate movement that mirrored the way one might open a forbidden book.

"Didn't you tell me, when you were a child, that you wanted to marry Daddy?" you murmured, your voice barely a ghost of a sound.

She blushed.

“Mmm, Daddy to mean”, She hit you lightly on the chest.

Then your fingers hooked under her chin, tilting her face upward with a firm, possessive grip that anchored her to the moment.

When your lips finally collided with hers, it wasn't the tentative brush of a secret or the curated performance for the neighbors; it was a collision of starved appetites. The kiss tasted of salt and strawberry, a desperate, rhythmic exchange that seemed to pull the very air from the room. Ahyeon didn't just receive the kiss—she fought for it, her tongue dancing against yours with a hunger that was predatory and precise. She clung to you not as a child seeking comfort, but as a woman drowning in a lewd, intoxicating lust, her small hands gripping your shoulders to pull you deeper into her space.

" Hosh...Daddy".

The oxygen in the room seemed to vanish, consumed by the heat of the collision, until you finally tore your lips from hers. You pulled back just inches, both of you gasping for breath in ragged, synchronized heaves, the air between you vibrating with a raw, electric tension. Your eyes searched hers, finding a mirror of your own lewd hunger—a gaze stripped of all paternal warmth and replaced by a dark, predatory lust that made the wedding ring on your finger feel like a brand.

Without breaking eye contact, your hand slid beneath the loosened lace of her bodice, the fabric yielding with a soft, sliding hiss.Your palm connected with the heavy, warm swell of her breast, your fingers splaying wide to squeeze the plush cleavage that had been teased all afternoon beneath the gown.

Ahyeon’s head snapped back against the pillow, a long, guttural moan vibrating through her throat—a sound that was half-surrender and half-demand, echoing the illicit thrill of a daughter being handled like a prize.

The lace of the bodice gave way with a sudden, breathless snap as you hooked your fingers beneath the fabric and pulled downward. There was no structured underwire or silk bra to impede the movement; Ahyeon had chosen to forgo them, leaving nothing but the thin barrier of the gown. Her breasts spilled forward, popping out of the constraints of the dress like two ripe peaches breaking through a veil, their pale skin shimmering under the dim glow of the bedroom lamp.

You paused for a heartbeat, your breath hitching as you looked down at the sudden, lush abundance of her.

You reached out, your palms cupping the soft, supple curves, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. They were heavy and yielding, filling your hands with a plushness that felt almost surreal.

"It wasn't always like this," you murmured, your thumbs grazing the peaks of her breasts with a slow, rhythmic precision, "They used to be so tiny... just little buds, cute and fragile.”

Your palms didn't just hold her; they claimed her, kneading the soft, plush tissue with a rough, rhythmic intensity that left flushed marks across her pale skin. You squeezed the heavy curves, feeling the weight of her against your palms, treating her breasts not as something to be admired, but as something to be consumed.

"Mmph... Daddy," she whimpered, her voice breaking as she leaned into the pressure.

Her fingers dug into the silk sheets, clutching the fabric until her knuckles turned white.

"Your hands... they're so rough... but I like it. God, I love it", She gasped, her breath coming in short, jagged bursts as she looked up at you with eyes that were glazed and swimming in a cocktail of lust and devotion, "Oh... you like my titties so bad, don't you? You've been wanting this all day, haven't you?”

"Of course, honey," you murmured, your voice a low vibration that seemed to rattle the very bones of the room. "I am never satisfied with Daddy’s little baby tits."

You didn't wait for her to respond.

You leaned in, your face descending like a shadow over the pale, trembling landscape of her chest. Your tongue lashed out in a slow, wet stroke, licking the peak of her nipple from base to tip. The sensation was electric—the contrast of her searing heat against the damp, slick glide of your saliva.

You didn't stop there; you lingered, swirling your tongue around the budding point, coating the sensitive skin in a glistening sheen that caught the dim light of the lamp. As you drank from her, your hands didn't remain idle. You cupped the heavy undersides of her breasts, squeezing the plush tissue upward, forcing the flesh to bunch and swell against your mouth.

"Daddy... Ahyeon likes it when you suck my titties like that... yes... yes..." Her voice wasn't just a whisper anymore; it was a ragged, broken thing, shivering with a pleasure that bordered on pain.

She arched her chest upward, offering herself to you with a desperate, instinctive hunger, her breath hitching in rhythmic staccatos as you buried your face in the plush warmth of her.

Every time your tongue swirled around the peak of her breast, it was met with a heavy, visceral slurping sound—a slick, suctioning noise that echoed in the quiet of the bedroom. You drank from her with a slow, methodical greed, the sound of your mouth closing over her skin creating a wet, rhythmic cadence that mirrored the frantic beating of her heart against your cheek.

You finally pulled your head away from the plush warmth of her chest, the skin there now glistening and mapped with a chaotic network of red flush and wet streaks. The pale expanse of her breasts looked like a canvas after a storm, marked by the deep, blooming pressure of your palms and the slick trails of your tongue.

You lingered for a moment, admiring the way her breathing shuddered, her chest heaving in a rhythmic, uneven cadence that made the red marks dance.

"Well, it's so beautiful," you murmured, the words barely escaping your lips as a low, guttural exhale.

Ahyeon shifted beneath you, her movement a slow, feline stretch that made the remaining lace of her gown hiss against the silk sheets. She looked up at you with those two big, shimmering eyeballs—wide and dark, reflecting the dim amber glow of the lamp and a hunger that no amount of champagne could satisfy.

"Daddy," she murmured, her lips curling into a smirk that was far too knowing for her age, "I guess, I miss how your cock feels... Can I taste it?”

"Too bad, honey," you murmured, the words vibrating with a low, predatory rumble that seemed to echo in the silence of the room. "Daddy wants to taste your little pussy just as badly. How about we trade? Let's taste each other's taste."

Ahyeon didn’t answer with words; she simply nodded, her eyes darkening into two pools of liquid obsidian. The air between you felt thick, almost viscous, as if the secret you shared had materialized into a physical weight pressing you both down into the mattress.

The buttons of your shirt off, popping open in a rapid-fire sequence of clicks that sounded like small explosions in the heavy silence. As you stepped out of your trousers, the release was visceral; your cock, engorged and pulsing with a rhythmic heat, sprang free, standing rigid and demanding against the cool air of the bedroom.

Ahyeon’s eyes didn't just look; they devoured. Her mouth fell open, a small, soft ‘O’ of genuine awe as she stared at the thickness of you, her gaze tracing the throbbing vein that mapped the length of your arousal.

You settled yourself over her, straddling her head and shoulders with a dominant weight that left no room for doubt, while simultaneously sinking your face deep into the plush, floral heat of her thighs. The world became a blurred symphony of skin and scent—the sharp, intoxicating musk of her arousal meeting the raw, pulsing demand of your own.

As you settled into the sixty-nine position, the alignment was a masterpiece of illicit symmetry. Your cock, rigid and throbbing, hovered mere millimeters from her parted lips, the tip grazing the velvet softness of her mouth like a promise of the consumption to come. Simultaneously, your nose brushed against the damp, silk-slicked folds of her center, the scent of her—sweet, heavy, and entirely yours—filling your lungs until you could taste the desire in the air.

Your fingertips grazed the outer seam of her silk panties, the fabric already damp and clinging to her heat. You didn’t pull them down immediately; instead, you traced the lace edge, feeling the rhythmic tremor in her thighs as she spread her legs wider, opening herself to you like a blooming flower.

"Someone is already wet," you murmured, the words vibrating against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

Beneath you, Ahyeon’s eyes were glazed, her pupils blown wide as she focused on the throbbing length of your shaft. Her small hand wrapped around you, fingers squeezing the veined skin with a desperate, gripping intensity. She couldn't hold back the saliva that pooled at the corners of her mouth, a thin silver thread bridging the gap between her lips and your tip. "Oh, Daddy," she whimpered, the word half-smothered by the heat of her own breath. "Your big cock... it never gives enough. I want to taste it again and again."

With a slow, deliberate inhale, she leaned forward, her nostrils flaring as she breathed in the raw, masculine scent of your arousal. She didn't just kiss you; she inhaled you, her mouth sliding over the crown of your cock with a wet, suctioning sound that echoed through the quiet room. The sensation was an electric shock, a rhythmic pulsing of heat and pressure that sent a surge of adrenaline crashing through your veins. You groaned, your hips twitching involuntarily as her tongue swirled around the ridge, mapping every vein with a predatory precision.

Your tongue didn't just touch her; it claimed her. Your tongue lashed across the swollen lips of her pussy in long, wet strokes, tasting the salt and the honey of her arousal with a rhythmic intensity. You were like a thirsty dog at a spring, lapping at the slickness that coated her, your chin glistening with the evidence of her readiness.

Each flick of your tongue was a deliberate, heavy pressure that sent tremors rippling through her thighs, pinning her to the silk sheets with the sheer force of your hunger.

The sound that escaped Ahyeon was no longer a whimper; it was a low, guttural growl that vibrated through the mattress and into your very bones. Her hips bucked upward, trying to drive her center deeper into the wet, suctioning heat of your mouth.

"Mmph... Daddy... your tongue..." she gasped, the words fragmented and wet, "it's so great... it's too much..." Her voice was a jagged edge of pleasure, her fingers digging into your glutes to anchor herself as you focused your attention on the most sensitive peak of her anatomy.

You didn't just lick; you devoured, your tongue acting as a rhythmic piston that pushed and pulled against her, swirling around the clitoris with a relentless, focused pressure that left her sobbing in a state of total sensory overload.

While you worked your way through the honeyed depths of her, Ahyeon was lost in her own ritual of servitude. Her lips were sealed tight around the crown of your cock, her cheeks hollowing as she created a powerful vacuum, drawing you deeper into the velvet warmth of her throat. She didn't just suck; she worshiped, her tongue dancing around the ridge of your glans with a desperate, rhythmic precision.

The feeling of her small, wet mouth sliding over the pulsing veins of your shaft was an exquisite torture, a cocktail of heat and pressure that made your vision swim. She looked up at you through the fringe of her lashes, her eyes swimming in ecstasy, seeing the way your face was buried in her flesh and knowing that she held the power to make you lose your mind.

"Forget the champagne and the cake," you murmured, your voice a muffled, guttural rumble against the slick heat of her thighs, "The Michelin stars could weep with envy, but they’ve never tasted a feast this decadent."

You paused, your breath hot and humid against her swelling folds, before adding with a low, predatory chuckle, "My slutty daughter's pussy tastes better than any dish in the world."

Ahyeon’s hips bucked violently, her heels digging into your shoulders as she let out a shattered, high-pitched keen.

You didn't give her a moment to recover; while your tongue continued its relentless, swirling devotion to her peak, your hand slid downward, fingers slick with the evidence of her arousal. With a slow, possessive deliberation, you drove two fingers deep into her wet heat, piercing the velvet depths of her hole.

The sensation of being opened and filled simultaneously caused Ahyeon to choke, her throat tightening around your glans as she reflexively swallowed you deeper. A muffled, wet sound escaped her—a mixture of a gasp and a moan—as she fought for air, her eyes rolling back into her head. The rhythmic friction of your fingers inside her, coupled with the suction of her mouth around your cock, created a sensory loop of pleasure that threatened to snap the last thread of your control.

There was no more distance between you, only a seamless loop of giving and taking, a circuit of pleasure that fed back into itself. Your tongue became a relentless tide, lapping at the swollen, honeyed folds of her center with a predatory hunger, while Ahyeon’s mouth worked over you with a desperate, vacuum-like intensity.

Each time your tongue flicked against her peak, she responded by tightening her throat, pulling you deeper into the velvet heat of her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she tried to swallow the very essence of you.

Every flick of your tongue was met by a violent shudder of her thighs, and every pulse of your cock in her throat was answered by a frantic surge of her hips. Suddenly, the walls of her pussy began to ripple, twitching in rhythmic, involuntary spasms that gripped your tongue like a velvet vice, trying to pull you deeper into her core.

Ahyeon’s body stiffened, her back arching off the silk sheets as she fought for air, her mouth still sealed tight around the throbbing length of your shaft. With your cock buried deep in the velvet heat of her throat, she struggled to speak, the words emerging as muffled, wet fragments of a desperate plea. "Mmmph... Ddad... I wannmt... To... Cum…”

Then, with a sound that was less a moan and more an animal-like howl—raw, primal, and stripped of all modesty—she shattered. The internal ripples of her orgasm hit with the force of a tidal wave, and her center erupted, a hot, rhythmic torrent of feminine fluids spurting forward in a sudden, violent release.

The spray was an iridescent deluge, drenching your cheeks and chin in a searing, honeyed warmth. You didn't flinch; you didn't pull away. Instead, you opened your mouth wide, a silent invitation to the flood, drinking in the salty, sweet essence of her pleasure as it splashed against your lips and tongue.

You chased every stray droplet, your tongue darting out to lap the remaining moisture from your skin, ensuring that not a single drop of her surrender went to waste.

Mmph

Ahyeon lay frozen, her chest heaving in ragged, uneven stutters, her mouth still clamped tight around the throbbing crown of your cock. The silence that followed her climax was heavy, filled only by the sound of her erratic breathing and the slow, rhythmic drip of her release soaking into the silk sheets.

Ahyeon collapsed back into the pillows, her lungs expanding in a violent, shuddering heave of relief, her eyes fluttering shut as the world stopped spinning.

"Your cum tastes like a miracle, honey," you murmured, your voice a low, gravelly vibration that seemed to settle in the marrow of her bones.

"Sweet, heavy... and entirely mine.”

You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her head into the crook of your neck and holding her with a protective, heavy pressure that anchored her back to the earth.

"Daddy," she murmured, her voice a fragile thread of sound, stripped of the predatory edge she had worn all afternoon. "Can I ask you something?".

"Sure, honey. "

Ahyeon shifted against you, her head resting on your chest, listening to the slowing thunder of your heart. She looked up at you, her eyes wide and shimmering, the predatory hunger replaced by a sudden, quiet curiosity.

"You know," she began, her voice still raspy from her screams, "when I talk to the wives in our ward, they seem so happy to tell me everything. They gush about their children—how they’re developing, the sleepless nights, the struggle of taking care of them, and then the pride in every little achievement. They look... genuinely happy."

" Then....?" you murmured.

Ahyeon shifted, her leg hooking over yours to pull herself closer, her gaze searching yours with a terrifyingly lucid intensity.

"I want to see it," she whispered, her voice gaining a sudden, sharp clarity. "I want to see a version of me, a smaller, softer version, running around this house. I want to wake up and see your eyes in a child’s face, knowing that the only person in the world who knows the truth of their blood is us."

She pressed her forehead against yours, her breath hitching.

"I want you to breed me, Dad. I want to carry your offspring and raise them together in this little lie of a neighborhood. Do you agree to do it? Do you agree to make me a mother?”

The idea of seeding your own bloodline—of folding your legacy back into itself until the world was nothing but a mirror of your own image—triggered a primal, territorial hunger. It was a biological imperative stripped of morality, a desire to claim her not just as a partner in a lie, but as the vessel for a permanent, living truth.

You looked at her—really looked at her—and saw not just the daughter you had raised, but the fertile soil where your future would be planted. The taboo didn't feel like a weight anymore; it felt like a crown.

"Let's do it," you murmured, the words vibrating against her skin, a low rumble of consent that sounded more like a command to the universe. "Your father will breed you, honey. Every single inch of you."

The agreement wasn't just a word; it was a shift in the atmosphere, a heavy, thickening tension that turned the bedroom into a sanctuary of biological destiny.

You reached down and gripped her thighs, hauling them wide with a firm, territorial pressure that left her completely exposed. Between her legs, her center was a vivid, pulsing landscape of raw desire; her pussy seemed to be gasping, the swollen lips twitching in rhythmic, desperate anticipation of the weight they were about to receive.

You didn't rush the descent. Instead, you wrapped your hand around your shaft, stroking the rigid length with a slow, methodical friction that drew a jagged, needy whimper from her throat.

" Ready, Honey", Ahyeon nodded.

Guided by a primal instinct, you aligned the throbbing crown of your cock with the center of her heat. Her slit had cracked open like a blooming flower, weeping a translucent dew that glistened under the lamp’s amber glow, inviting the intrusion.

The moment the velvet tip made contact with the entrance—the first tentative press of skin against slick, yielding flesh—Ahyeon let out a moan that was purely lewd, a guttural sound of surrender that vibrated through the mattress.

"Mmph, Daddy" .

As you surged forward, the initial entry was a slow, crushing friction, the tight ring of her entrance fighting against the girth of your shaft with a desperate, clinging resistance. Ahyeon’s walls were a tight, velvet vice, gripping you with a suffocating warmth that felt less like an invitation and more like an attempt to fuse your two bodies into one. The pressure was exquisite, a searing, tight squeeze that mapped every ridge of your cock as you forced your way deeper into the narrow channel of her heat.

Knowing that you were filling her not just for pleasure, but with the intent to seed her, watered the fire of your lewd desires until it became a roaring blaze. The taboo wasn't just a thrill; it was the fuel, turning the act of breeding your own daughter into a ritual of absolute possession.

"Daddy, I love you," she whimpered, her fingers digging into your shoulders with a strength that spoke of a hunger that could swallow the world, "Please fuck me... bring your seed into your daughter's slutty womb."

You didn't just move; you collided with her. Your hips surged forward with a violent, territorial force, your cock slamming into her depths with a wet, heavy thud that echoed through the room. The impact was visceral, a crushing collision of flesh and bone that drove the air from her lungs in a sharp, shattered gasp. Ahyeon’s back arched off the silk sheets, her head snapping back as you buried yourself to the hilt, claiming the very center of her with a possessive finality.

The friction was a suffocating, velvet heat that wrapped around you like a living glove, squeezing the breath from your lungs with every rhythmic plunge. It felt as though the walls of her center were pulsing in synchronization with your own heartbeat, a delicious, crushing pressure that pushed you toward a jagged edge of sensory overload. You felt the build-up in your loins, a searing, electric tension that threatened to detonate the moment you moved.

Driven by a sudden, raw impulse, you reached up and captured her lips with yours, crashing into her with a kiss that was less about affection and more about a desperate, wild hunger. It was a collision of salt and heat, a raw exchange of breath and saliva that mirrored the frantic collision of your bodies below.

"Fuck... yes," you rasped, your voice a gravelly wreck of a sound. "You like this, don't you, honey? You love having your daddy's cock buried deep inside your slutty little hole.”

Her hips snapped upward in a violent, rhythmic counter-surge, meeting every plunge with a desperate, clawing hunger that sought to draw you even deeper into her core. She was no longer just a passenger to the pleasure; she was an active participant in her own consumption, her pelvic bone colliding with yours with a wet, slapping sound that echoed like a heartbeat in the oppressive silence of the room.

"Yes, Daddy!" she screamed, the sound jagged and raw, "I love your big cock stabbing my dirty pussy!"

Her voice had devolved into a guttural, lewd cadence, stripped of all the curated softness she showed the neighbors.

She wrapped her legs around your waist, locking her ankles together to tilt her pelvis at a steeper angle, effectively angling her womb to meet the full, crushing force of your momentum.

"Give me a deeper prick!" she sobbed, her fingers digging into the meat of your shoulders. "I want my womb to be pierced by your big cock, Dad! Fill me... stretch me... break me open!”

You gripped her slender waist with a territorial firmness, your fingers sinking into the soft give of her hips as you hoisted her upward. In one fluid, powerful motion, you shifted the geometry of your union, hoisting her body until she was perched atop you, her weight centering over yours. You didn't withdraw for a second; you kept her pinned, her pussy hole still tightly occupied by the throbbing length of your shaft, creating a seamless, wet bridge of flesh and heat.

"Did you feel it, honey?" you murmured, your voice a low, predatory vibration that seemed to echo inside her very gut. You surged upward, a sharp, sudden thrust that buried you deeper than before, making her breath hitch in a jagged, broken sob. "Yes... did you feel my cock penetrate your womb, huh? Tell Daddy if you can feel it.”

Ahyeon’s eyes flew open, her pupils blown wide, as she felt the blunt, pulsing head of your shaft breach the final barrier, punching through the narrow gateway and seating itself firmly against the velvet walls of her womb. It was a deep, crushing saturation, a feeling of being completely occupied from the outer lip to the innermost sanctum of her anatomy. Each subsequent surge of your hips wasn’t just a thrust; it was a rhythmic hammering, the tip of your cock relentlessly drumming against her cervix, vibrating through her entire pelvic floor and sending shockwaves of illicit electricity straight to her brain.

"Yeah... Daddy... I can feel it," she gasped, her voice a shattered, wet wreck of a sound. Her head thrashed against the air, her hair splaying out like a dark halo of chaos. "I can feel your cock... inside my womb... oh yes... yes, like that, Daddy... oh fuck!”

As Ahyeon rode you, her movements shifted from desperate lunges to small, shuddering circles, her internal walls beginning to ripple in a series of rhythmic, involuntary contractions. It was a crushing, suctioning grip, a visceral signal that her body was folding in on itself, preparing for another catastrophic collapse. Your cock, pushed to its absolute limit, felt as though it were made of white-hot iron, the skin stretched tight and pulsing with an impatient, liquid fire that demanded release.

"Oh yes... I'm going... I'm going to cum again!" Ahyeon shrieked, her voice breaking into a ragged, high-pitched keen,"Oh god... it's too much... Daddy, please!"

"Me too, honey," you groaned, the words vibrating through your entire frame as you arched your back, driving your hips upward to meet her descent with a final, crushing force. "Let's cum together! Give it all to me!”

Ahyeon’s body stiffened into a rigid arc, her internal walls clamping down on you like a velvet vice.

Then, she broke.

A violent torrent of feminine release surged from her, a hot, iridescent spray that drenched the junction of your bodies, the sheer volume of her climax acting as a lubricant for the final, devastating surge of your own.

With a shuddering, full-body convulsion, your cock pulsed with a rhythmic, territorial force, firing your load deep into the sanctuary of her womb.

It felt as though a dam had burst, a searing, endless stream of thick, white seed flooding into her, filling the tight channel of her womb until there was no room left for air. You drove into her one last time, pinning her against the mattress with a crushing weight, ensuring that every single drop of your legacy was embedded deep within her fertile depths, sealing the pact of your shared bloodline.

You didn't let her drift into the soft haze of afterglow, instead flipping her over and pulling her hips high, driving back into her with a renewed, territorial hunger. Every position was an exploration of ownership, from the desperate, clinging heat of the missionary press to the raw, animalistic friction of her arched back beneath you, her cries echoing off the walls of the room until they became a singular, humming vibration of shared ecstasy. You treated her womb like a reservoir, filling it again and again with thick, searing bursts of seed until her insides felt heavy and saturated, a constant, warm overflow that leaked out to coat the silk sheets in a glistening, pearlescent sheen.

Six month later.

“You’re walking slower today,” you remarked, your voice a warm hum as the front door clicked shut.

Ahyeon stood in the entryway, her breath coming in soft, shallow puffs. She looked radiant, though exhausted, her frame softened by the unmistakable, heavy curve of a six-month pregnancy. The floral maternity dress she wore clung to the high, taut sphere of her belly, a living monument to the secret legacy you had planted within her. To the world, she was a young bride blossoming into motherhood; to you, she was the vessel of a closed circle, carrying a child that was a mirror of your own blood.

You stepped toward her, the floorboards creaking under a stride filled with a protective, possessive pride. You wrapped your arms around her, your palms naturally finding the hard, warm stretch of her stomach, feeling the subtle, rhythmic thrum of a second heartbeat beneath your touch. You leaned in, pressing a lingering, tender kiss to her flushed cheek.

“How is the gymnastics program for pregnant women that you do with the wives of our neighbors ?”

Ahyeon let out a soft, melodic giggle, leaning back into the circle of your arms. She tilted her head, her eyes shimmering with a playful, conspiratorial glint that never truly vanished, even in the quiet moments.

"It was wonderful," she murmured, her voice a velvet purr. "The other women are so supportive. They give the best advice, too." She paused, her gaze dropping to the prominent, pulsing ridge straining against the fabric of your lounge shorts.

"Especially Mrs. Choi. She insists that keeping the husband's attention focused on the bedroom is the secret to a smooth delivery. She says frequent, deep sessions help ease the childbirth process by... preparing the body."

As she spoke, Ahyeon shifted her weight, sliding her hips backward with a slow, deliberate friction. She rubbed the plush curve of her backside against your bulge, the contact brief but searing.

Spank

Your hand didn’t hesitate, the palm meeting the plush, rounded curve of her backside with a sharp, echoing *crack* that resonated through the quiet room.

You didn't give her a second to recover, your fingers hooking into the elastic waistband of her yoga pants. With a slow, possessive tug, you lowered the fabric, sliding it down the swell of her hips to reveal the damp, clinging lace of her panties, already translucent with the evidence of her arousal.

"Bad girls," you murmured, your voice a low, predatory rumble that seemed to vibrate against her skin, "It seems that your father needs to discipline his daughter. Tell me, honey... do those neighborhood wives know that you’re so slutty for your own father?”

“ Don't worry dad, they didn't know about us”.

After that, all that is heard is the sound of skin being slapped, gasping, moaning between father and your pregnant daughter.

Three years and one week.

That’s approximately one thousand one hundred days. It’s too long, but no long enough for you to truly forget about it. It’s also too short, short to an extent that you feel like it was still yesterday.

Sol Yoona, or as everyone in your friend groups calls her, Sullyoon. She was your first love. The past tense is still a fresh scar on your heart for that ongoing timer to go on. Tomorrow it’ll be three years and eight days since you quitted smoking because you were in love, and your girl didn’t like that you smoked. It was rather unfortunate that the relationship ended not long after.

Of course, the good old excuse of “we can still be friends” seems to work quite nicely on you two, if you will. It wasn’t a messy ending to a messy affair, rather, a mutual understanding of parallel career paths after graduation.

And as we all know, parallel lines don’t intersect. You don’t need Real Analysis to prove that.

You and Sullyoon are in the intersection of many friend groups still, due to the amount of time you two glued together throughout the undergraduate era. Showing up at the same party? Polite and formal chatters. Hanging out individually? Never, for some obvious reasons.

It was just the fact that you never wanted it to happen in the first place, maybe.

Your “going to Seoul and stay there” plan was cut short right after you obtained your Masters - you couldn’t  master the overwhelming stress and the cutthroat competition to stay comfortable. So in the end of the day, you returned to where you’ve started.

It seems to be a bit too late though - that one party your friends set you up to welcome you home? But all you can remember was the fact that you saw a silver ring in Sullyoon’s middle finger.

You soon succumbed to the desire of having someone to love again, and it was when you fell into this trap. A trap that made you going back to nicotine for comfort.

This trap is your now girlfriend. The type that treats you more like a part of her property and a walking ATM machine instead of her lover. Well, you can argue that she showed up right when you needed someone to feel anchored again - and she apparently knew that - so you took the bait naturally. But hey, we aren’t getting too far out there.

Sometimes there needs no reasons to party at all, suddenly an invitation comes through, then a group of friends from college all pull up.

Tonight is those type of night.

You accept the invitation, knowing it is at least a useful coping mechanism to escape. Before you slide your feet into your sneakers, your habit reminds you to make a call.

“Why are you calling?” It is your girlfriend who picks up the phone impatiently, “I’m drinking with my besties, say what you need to say, quick.”

“Hey babe, I’m calling to make you aware that I’ll go to Karaoke with my college friends tonight at 9 o’clock. Only 2 females, all married. Don’t worry. The rest TEN of them are all my buddies.” You emphasize the buddy part, to try to please your girlfriend that apparently has too much to say about your own personal life.

“Obviously I’m not in town, so do it as you wish. Make sure to check your phone, I’ll be texting. Reply in a timely manner.” She dismisses your statement, as she probably took the train up to Seoul again to have some night life there with some of her so-called “influencer friends”.

“Ok, I will. Please take care of yourself, and drink less.” Your response emotionlessly, as these types of conversation had happened for too many times.

“Aw~ you know to take care of me too? I’m touched, really. By the way, do you see that hand cream I sent you? I’d be so happy if I can get it next week!” Why does she sound more excited in the second half of her response?

You can fluently understand that “social cue” between you two. “Oh, yeah, really? I can try look it up for ya. I know you really liked that designer brand; I’ll get it for you if it’s at a reasonable budget...” You stop before you finish as you hear some purring and sighing on the other end.

“Come on! Your pay day was just yesterday, wasn’t it? Don’t you love me?” Again. The classical guilt trip.

“I... I love you, definitely.” You stutter while shaking your head helplessly.

“Then don’t disappoint me, think about when I get back and you’ll too get your reward, isn’t it fair?” She laughs devilishly, instead of kindly asking for a gift, she makes it sound more like a threat.

“No problem, wait for a surprise when you next see me! Catch up with you soon!”

“Yay, oppa is the best man in the world!”

“Alright, take care ok? Bye bye.” Your patience runs low now as your bank account balance will do so soon. More than one of your good friends told you to leave this woman, and you were somewhat moved by them too.

You know what type of person she is. When she gets what she wants? She can be the sweetest girl in the world, and she gets devastatingly good at keeping you around her. With both of her sweet words and her... body.

Well, some might suggest that isn’t this a good deal? It might, if you can endure the surveillance and financial drain. It’s not rare at all for you to get a “quest” for designer items every other week, and it’s certainly a normalcy for her to know all your accounts’ password. So she knows you’re still “hers”, or rather... hers to use.

You know that, but you told your friends last week otherwise. “I see... sometimes she’s a bit... demanding. But I simply can’t let go of her, you know? Look at what happened to me when I broke up with Sullyoon.” You flipped on your lighter, hovering maybe the fourth cigarette during the meal with those two buddies of yours. “I re-smoked, I drank a lot when I was in Seoul. And no motivation to take care of myself, you feel me?”

“Then why did you break up with Sullyoon? Weren’t you two always like, sticking to each other? It was quite sudden, bro.” One of your friend’s chugged his Soju in the tiny glass, mumbling “thanks” as you lit his cigarette for him.

“Nah bro, it was more like a bad timing you know... we stayed in a good position until the very last day. Sullyoon and I just didn’t feel like long-distance, cuz all the Seoul thing. If I was more useful, I would’ve gotten a job there to stay. But well I guess I got defeated.” You inhaled, letting the warm smoke circulate in your systems. The nicotine brought you relief albeit also damage to your already exhausted organs.

“Why didn’t you ask her to start over again after you moved back here? Maybe she’s still into you, no? And you would’ve be having a better relationship than this one, brother. Sullyoon is really a kind person.” The other friend asked you while waving his hands as you offered him a cigarette.

“Bruh... didn’t you see that engagement ring on her finger? It had been like what, two months since y’all had that welcoming party for me? Even if I’m still liking her, it’s too late! But well don’t snitch to my current girlfriend otherwise I’m dead.” You let out a dry laugh.

“So you’re still into her! How unfortunate of a timing it was!”

“Nah, I didn’t say that! Don’t bring me into troubles!” You pushed your friend’s shoulders playfully.

Deeper in your brain somewhere, the image of your sweet history with Sullyoon was gradually fading. The pure image of two sweet lovebirds was getting stained by the toxic nicotine. You felt like you’d eventually let go of her like you once let go of nicotine. Perhaps.

———

It doesn’t take long for you to finish the replay of your memories in that metro ride. As the same two friends of yours are already waving you from the hallway right when you step into the Karaoke.

“Come on bro, we were waiting for you. The group is already singing!” One of them says.

“Brother, it is your chance tonight! Sullyoon is here too, and she doesn’t seem to be too happy for whatever reason. Take your shots, hahaha!” The other friend responses, but from the way he talks and sways his body? At least a bottle of Soju is down.

“Shut up bro, didn’t you see her engagement ring? It wasn’t like she broke up or something. Don’t cause troubles for him, his girlfriend is gonna murder him!” The first friend refutes, as you observe that his sanity is yet to be taken away by alcohol. But it’s just a matter of time before you both collapse.

“Yeah bro, don’t start things! We’re literally two taken people, we both have our other halves.” You laugh, while padding the drunken friend’s back.

———

Crossing the hallway with flashy neon lights and the air coated with alcohol, you soon walk into the lounge where the friend group is located.

People greet you cheerfully: some of them shouting your name out loud, some of them already singing melancholy songs for whatever reason, two of them are in the middle of a beer chugging contest.

And it comes to the person you’re most curious about. Even if you’re technically forbidden to feel so.

Sullyoon is sitting at the corner of the lounge quietly. She isn’t singing along to the guys who’re crying on the microphone. Maybe she drank, because you can see her cheeks are a bit read albeit the dim lighting in the room. And hell, the eye makeup cannot cover the hint of emptiness and exhaustion in her eyes.

She looks a bit... tired.

An intrusive thought invades your brain at this very moment. You stand across the room, hiding yourself amongst the loud crowd of friends. And your eyes scan lower and lower, until you hold your breath to check her hands - you sigh - her ring is still there.

Well, even it is not, what makes you think there’s any possibility for her to go back to you? Maybe she’s just too tired from work - you heard from the gossips that she does some designing for a big clothing manufacturer, that’s tough.

“Anyways... I’m here to drink a few beers and maybe sing. A few cigarettes on the way out and call it a night.” You tell yourself, as it is pretty much the only occasion you truly allow yourself to relax.

“Dang!” A crisp notification pops up on your phone. You know who it is before even taking it out from your pocket.

“Hey~ who are you with? Send pics.”

Of course it’s her.

You take a quick snippet of the Karaoke, avoiding putting the lonely Sullyoon in the frame.

“No need to worry, baby. See those two girls chatting? Their fiancé/bf are the two guys that are singing. Wonder if their relationships are healthy, cuz the men are crying. LOL”

There’s a grin on your face once you plant a sarcastic seed in your response. You swiftly point out the two girls other than Sullyoon, knowing for a fact that your girlfriend was checking on you to see if you’re flirting with other girls.

“What about the other half of the room? Are there no girls?”

“Nah, it’s just Yoonchul and Jihwan. You know them both. They’re alr drunk and fallen apart on the sofa, you wanna see them too?”

“No I’m good, text you later!”

You let out a long exhale, as Yoonchul and Jihwan aren’t even drinking. It is just necessary to borrow their names so your ex isn’t in the conversation.

But now you’re even more curious about Sullyoon. However, there is simply that weird, unspoken agreement between you two.

And there’s no difference tonight as it was for the last three years and one week. The discreet agreement is activated tonight.

Always sit across the long, U-shaped bench in the Karaoke. Or across each other if it’s in a restaurant. No conversations, polite nods, no unnecessary eye contacts. No sitting next to each other without at least three people in between.

These weren’t written rules, of course. They were instead, more like a mutual attempt to forget about the past and make the present less awkward and formal.

It’s just that you sometimes think, there’s no need for a broken man like your current self to be formal at all. Because there isn’t any form left.

You decide it is normal to check-in on your “regular friend” if she doesn’t seem to be too well.

“Hey Yoonchul, what’s up with Sullyoon tonight? Why is she not talking with anymore, and just sitting there? She’s not even like, drinking a lot.” You tap Yoonchul’s shoulder, and the latter turns around from enjoying his alcohol.

“Haha brother, how am I supposed to know?! Why don’t you ask her yourself? It’s not like you don’t know her or anything.” Yoonchul says.

“Could you ask her? I’m just curious hahaha...” you let out a few very fake dry laughs. “You know, just as a friend. Otherwise, I’ll be dead from my girlfriend.”

“Come on, I ain’t adding myself to the Death Notes if that’s the case.” Yoonchul shakes his head.

“Next two beers are on me.” You deadpan.

“Deal.” Yoonchul smirks as he approaches Sullyoon at the corner.

“This fucker...” you sigh, wondering how much of a big hit your wallet just took.

———

“Hey, Sullyoon? How’s it going for ya? Not in the mood today?” Yoonchul leans to the wall beside Sullyoon, the latter manages to give him a faint smile in return.

You hold your breath, trying as nonchalantly as possible to walk closer to them. You involuntarily cross the safe distance of 3 meters - another hidden agreement between you and your ex, but either way you can finally overhear the conversation.

“Not really, Yoonchul. You guys can have fun, I’m just a bit tired.” Sullyoon says, sipping her glass of champagne.

“Aw~ come on! Future bride! Tell us about your fiancé, we barely know anything about him! And when is the wedding?” At least Yoonchul is making your money worth it, he swiftly switched to the topic that you’re most curious about. The engagement ring. Despite you never should.

“Oh right, I haven’t talked about him much. But it’s not that big of a deal, really. Sales manager, always.... ‘Busy with clients’ stuff. And this?” Sullyoon surprisingly sighs, and she spins her ring with her thumb. “It is more like a placeholder, you know? Or a reminder that this relationship is actually still a thing.” You know for a FACT that something is wrong, from her habit when she felt stressed out back in college. She’d always spin her rings or bracelets non-stop.

“O...oh! I’m very sorry, I should’ve not asked. I... imma dip for now! Forgive my question! And please enjoy yourself.” Yoonchul scratches his hair.

“Don’t worry Yoonchul, you’re good. We’ve known each other for too long, so don’t feel bad about it! Plus, I’m not trying to hide anything here.” Sullyoon smiles, but a smile with no joy and full helplessness.

Yoonchul stumbles his way back to you, whispering in your ears like a devil. “Bro, cheating fiancé, absolute drama. Your fucking chance to take her back.”

“Man, just fuck off with your beers, politely. I heard it all, I said I’m not trying to hit on her or something.” You acquire the intel you wanted to know for whatever reason. Maybe she’s on the same boat as you.

“Nah, you can lie to me, but don’t lie to yourself.” Yoonchul sits back down before quickly orders two more beers on the touchscreen. “On you.”

———

You are still blended to the crowd, but the air in the Karaoke feels a tad thicker. “Busy with clients”? You hope it does not imply a cheating fiancé. Well maybe you’re just overthinking it. 

There is absolutely no reason at all to care about Sullyoon’s relationship status. Yet you still do. It is the part of the fading memories lingering in your brain.

A little more than five years ago, a casual late night library studying session took place. And you gathered enough of courage via the help of a lot of caffeine to turn your relationship with Sullyoon from close friends into boyfriend and girlfriend.

There weren’t any designers’ items needed, there wasn’t any process of submitting all of your social media account and passwords. Just a simple bouquet of flower secretly hidden beneath the desk, and a bag of her favorite chocolate. Well maybe a few of scripted sentences prepared months ago.

And Sullyoon’s face became a Peach, she wrapped her arms around your neck while kissing your forehead.

Life-changing experience was an understatement for the relationship. You’ve never felt like this motivated and energetic before in your life. And the fact that dating someone gave you more than a girlfriend.

It gave you a REASON.

It gave you a reason to get better as a person; to take care of yourself and always present your other half with the best version you’ve got.

It gave you a reason to quit. Sullyoon never said anything, but you observed how she always held her breath for a second or two as you kiss her. Then she’d take a short inhale and repeat. You thought she was being nervous, until a day where she casually dropped the fact that she didn’t find the smell of nicotine being pleasant at all.

And she alone is enough for you to battle through the almost undefeated addiction.

“Sorry Sullyoon, I never realized how you had to endure an unpleasant smell for this long. But I’ll quit for you.” You told her.

She said nothing, just resting her hands assuredly on top of yours.

For weeks after, she was by your side. She was your company when you battled through your darkest time.

And since that one day, three years and one week ago: you felt like your Golden Hour has begun. There’s no more Smoke Break needed for stressful academics, because you have Sullyoon in your world. As a girlfriend.

It was that impactful.

Your life felt more refreshing than before. Sullyoon’s blushing cheeks replaced the red flame from the lighter. And her warm embrace was just tiers above the hazy heat from cigarette smokers.

You thought it would last forever. You thought that you’d become her fiancé and spend the rest of your life with the loveliest and understanding woman you’ve met.

It turned out to be a bit short. Your grand scheme of going to Seoul for better opportunities came into conflict with her decision of getting into the workforce fresh out of college. You know it wasn’t a topic that could be solved by talking through it.

In the end of the day? You witnessed your only lifeline vanishes into the void. It wasn’t messy, it wasn’t even emotional. It was a simple farewell at the train station and a kiss goodbye.

“I hope you’d be someone’s dreams come true in Seoul. And best of luck for your Masters.” She squeezes a faint smile.

“And you definitely deserve someone better than me.” You pull Sullyoon close and kiss her for one last time.

“Thank you.”

“I love you.”

The train gate slides close later.

True lovers wish the best to each other, even if it means separation.

———

A wild buzzing in your pocket drags you best from the sweet yet bitter memory with Sullyoon. Maybe if Yoonchul knew all of these, he wouldn’t be surprised why you wanted to know if she’s doing ok.

You take your phone out of your pocket and get ready for another round of interrogation. Well, it cannot possibly be anyone else but her, because she turned off all of your other notifications.

“Hey baby! Everything doing ok? Had anyone joined y’all?” Your girlfriend texts, but she clearly means if there’re any GIRLS joined your party. From your experience.

“Nah, instead two people left cuz they’re drunk asf.” You don’t bother, simply mirror the previous picture and send it back to her - you’re at the boundary point of dealing with her endless surveillance - especially when Sullyoon just made you realize how colorful your life once was.

“Good. Talk to you later.”

You don’t reply.

Instead your hands going into your other pocket and reach for the pack of cigarettes.

And yes, you re-smoked not long ago. Following the two years of dreadful Masters in Seoul, the failure of getting into a PhD position became your final blow.

You didn’t have Sullyoon with you anymore, so nicotine became your friend again. You made the call to come back to your hometown, hoping for a job in a less competitive city. And you have to be honest that you also hoped if Sullyoon is still around.

She welcomed you back with a ring on her finger. And your current girlfriend knowingly showed up at the moment. A simple drink at the bar led to the night which your released of months of stress in her bed.

And you became hers to play with since then. She never told you what part of you that she liked, maybe it is the “Heart-broken from Seoul that works a decent job” part?

That felt wrong. You felt wrong. It was just that you never had the courage to end it all. You were afraid that if you break up, you’d end up being alone at the nights again. You were afraid that you’d again become anchor-less.

You couldn’t admit it was a mistake because you were mostly scared to the fact that Sullyoon is taken but you’re single.

You light up a cigarette in this Blue Hour, and for the first time at the night: your gaze locks on to Sullyoon’s.

She is still sitting in the end other half of the Karaoke, resting her chin on her palms. Sullyoon sees your fluid motion of using your lighter, you instinctively want to hide. She raises an eyebrow but there isn’t any bit of judgement in her exhausted eyes. Only a sense of knowing empathy.

You stare at her ring through the noisy crowd. She shakes her head gently with a faint smile. Sullyoon then raises an eyebrow back at you. You smirk, shaking your buzzing phone screen towards her, hoping she can see the endless message spam from the other side. She exhales, closing her eyes.

That’s all you two need to communicate.

The next hour flies by as you switch in between small talks with your college friends and listening to them singing one song after another. You talked about your life in Seoul; you talked about how it is so different compared to the quiet suburban town that you’re in right now and how you felt like a failure who returned to the starting line after two years of nothing. You asked them what they’re doing now for a living, complained to them how equally tormenting it is to sit through lectures and an office job.

But you did not talk about your relationship. Rather than being afraid that someone may snitch, it is more about the fact that you don’t want to. You want to run away. You don’t bring up something that you want to escape from. It’s simply getting unbearable.

Not long later, a waitress knocks the door and reminds you guys there’re only 15 minutes remaining. People start to pack up and get ready to go.

“Yo! Thanks for the beers, wanna hop on? We’re calling a cab.” Yoonchul puts his jackets on as he asks you. You hesitate for a second and turn your head.

Sullyoon didn’t move an inch, she’s still sipping her cup of wine that she never finished during the night.

“Ah... I guess I’ll wait ‘til later, I wanna get one more drink. Take care brother!” You give Yoonchul a firm handshake, farewelling him and other 2 friends.

“Haha, our future bride! Are you leaving yet?” Meanwhile, the two couples are also heading outside.

“Oh, yea.” Sullyoon puts down her glass onto the counter as she tilts her head towards your direction. Your peripheral vision catches this moment, so you instantly look down on your phone which 3 new notifications had popped up since you last checked 2 minutes ago.

“I’ll wait ‘til the traffic gets lighter, you know.” Sullyoon gives them a polite smile while crossing her legs.

“Alrighty, take care! Remind us when the wedding is close!” One of them waves goodbye at Sullyoon. You peek from afar, catching her smile freezes for a split second that only you could find out.

“Thanks. Good night.” Sullyoon waves at them back.

And as the two couples close the door, Sullyoon and yourself become the only ones remaining.

Tacit.

You say nothing, instead you approach the touchscreen near the door and select “Room Extension for Thirty Minutes” and pay it out of your pocket.

Need to be generous when it’s worth it.

You seat down at the other end of the U-shaped bench. If it was years ago, you would say it makes you feel like Sullyoon and yourself are opposite poles of a magnet that attracts this other.

Rather, it now gives you the feeling that you both are here because you’re repelled by the same pole from your respective partners. She hasn’t said a word since the last friend left. So you decide to break the ice.

“Good morning.” You say, the old-fashioned way.

“What’s so good about the morning?” Sullyoon finally speaks, the first direct conversation since years ago.

“Morning was good cuz sunlight brings us happiness. You know. It was nice. Golden Hours.”

“Too bad, it is at night right now. Everything is dark.”

You look at the final distance between you and Sullyoon, the only girl who can bring some light into your world no matter how the darkness tries to claim you.

“Then I may need to turn on my old lamp.” You grin, testing the water.

“You haven’t changed a bit.” Sullyoon finally laughs. “Then you need to get closer to reach the switch… Are you still gonna sit like we’re in COVID era? Social distance huh?” She’s back. The Sullyoon you knew.

“You know, I gotta make sure you’re comfortable with everything.” You raise your hands into the surrender pose, before sliding to the center of the bench.

“You know about me.” Sullyoon also gets closer to a point where gentle whisper is enough volume. “I wouldn’t even stay if I didn’t want to.”

“Right. So, how’s it going? Your job? Your... uh... life?” You scratch your head, not entirely sure what do you even want to hear from Sullyoon.

“He’s a cheater.” But she drops a bomb on a perfectly still pond.

“W... what?” You get caught off guard.

“You don’t have to act in front of me, you know? Yoonchul told me that you sent him.” Sullyoon grins, watching your face blush amusedly.

“Ah shit, that little bitch. B... but well, y... you didn’t have to tell me that.” The red color on your face is definitely not because of the alcohol.

“That was precisely what you want to know about me. No? Come on, it’s not the first day I knew you.”

“I... I’m sorry, I should’ve not. Not when you’re already engaged, at the very least.” You kinda don’t know what to do at the moment, so you apologize without any purpose at all.

“I don’t really mind...” Sullyoon sighs, “this?” She spins her ring with her thumb, “it’s just like a placeholder. To fool ourselves that a happy relationship does exist.”

“Wait what?” You are not sure if you are ready yet for the amount of information she just gave you. Why is she spilling her relationship secrets all of a sudden?

“I didn’t tell Yoonchul too much about it, but I guess you DO wanna find out, hmm?” Sullyoon stares dead into you with her big doe eyes.

“I... I... I guess? If you want to let me know.”

“Tell me about yourself though, you seem to be really exhausted. What’s up?” Sullyoon knows, she just does.

“I... yeah. It’s pretty much fucked up.” You let out a shaky sigh, starting to spill your own tea that you didn’t dare to for quite a while.

You trust her enough though, albeit the time she was with you was years ago. It is just surprisingly to see how the script flips this fast. You thought you had the upper hand.

“Yeah? I could tell.” Sullyoon’s reaction is nothing but a gentle smile.

“Huh?” You turn to her; she’s still sitting there elegantly with her legs crossed like she’s waiting for you to confess.

“You’ve been checking your phone every thirty seconds. And each time someone’s phone buzzed, you’d check if it was yours. Tell me about her.” Sullyoon states, her tone is calm like a flat line. You don’t seem to understand her emotions towards all of that.

“Y... you’ve been watching me?” Her thorough observation of all of your actions throughout the night is bringing up heat to your face. Sullyoon is still the same Sullyoon. Quiet but observant, knowing exactly what’s behind your small talks and the fake, formulaic smiles in front of other friends.

“How do you know it must be something about a ‘HER’?” You challenge back, as you’re still trying not to fold for whatever reason you have in mind. Maybe, you don’t want to admit that you’re worse off after you left her? Well but isn’t it the sole reason why you want to talk to her again in the first place? Even yourself cannot find out.”

“As far as I concerned, only girls would make you drop your convo with your buddies to reply.” Sullyoon delivers the final punch.

“Wow, you’re still good at this. I can still remember how you guessed my coffee order for the day two minutes after we met each time.” You laugh embarrassingly.

“But that was the past, huh?” Sullyoon tilts her chin, looking at you with both curious and a hint of... condolence.

You don’t know what to say, as you freeze there on the leather couch. The surrounding gets quiet once you two stop talking, it is just the mix of the weak hum from the AC and the chill jazz beats you secretly put on as you extended the room.

“You’re right.” You sigh heavily, “Turns out the present isn’t any better. She’s a... control freak, if you will.”

“Why then?” Sullyoon grins, you don’t know what is she implying. “You could’ve leave, you know? Before it is too late... like myself.” The final phrase was barely audible, but you are freaking sure she said it.

“What do you mean, Sullyoon?” Your tongue twisted just a little, because it had been a while since you last call her by her name. “I... I don’t know why I kept enduring it. I fucking know it is unhealthy. But well, I guess I’m more or less just... blinded?” You grab a bottle of beer whoever left unopened. You start letting the liquid down your throat after a crisp sound from cracking it open.

“I felt bad after I moved back from Seoul, felt like I was a failure... that ended up exactly where I started, no?” The beer is cool, but it brings the liquid courage and warmth to your body. So, you open up even more.

“And Sullyoon-ah, it was more or less your fault!” You feel dizzy, Sullyoon’s frame becomes two copies of the same mirage, then four.

Until her soft voice brings you back to the current dimension. “Well, my fault?” Sullyoon giggles amusedly, she then grabs the same bottle of beer you just chugged and starts drinking it slowly.

Too slow to a point where you feel like it is performative, even.

Your gaze locks onto the agonizing fashion of how Sullyoon’s lips seal the opening of the glass bottle, and how she’s basically kissing the edge where your lips were on literally a minute ago. A twisted kind of urge starts forming from the bottom of your chest.

“Y... your fault.” You sound hollow and utterly defeated, your once favorite girl is again sharing the same drink with you. But now as someone else’s fiancé. “I thought it was a timeout, not a full-time whistle. I thought that... naively enough, I lost a lot of things when I made the decision of coming back here from Seoul. But I thought at least you’d still be around.” You stare at the glass table, feeling like the final bit of strength supporting your body is collapsing.

“Did I not?” Sullyoon hums quietly.

“Not when you wore a ring on your middle finger the first time I met you after two years.” You lay back onto the bench, closing your eyes.

You let this strange mixture of feelings capture your mind. Grief, yearn, regret and also the slimmest silver lining by the fact that Sullyoon is still listening to you speaking.

“Now that, I also had my reason. But it’s not the time for questions yet. Finish your story first, baby boy~” You’re immediately awaken from the dizziness. What on Earth did Sullyoon just call you? 

“What on Earth did you call me?” So you ask.

“Aw~ don’t get too sensitive, you’re yearning for the past. So I’m just reminding you about the past. Don’t lie, you liked it.” Sullyoon is already full-on smirking, but more from some sort of devastated relief, not happiness.

“Right. Anyway.” You shake your head, trying to gain some calmness back to your body. “Everything went wrong in Seoul; I was simply not the talent for the sheer amount of competition. Then I fucked up and didn’t get a PhD position in any of the schools I applied to. And I came back; I guess this part we all know.”

“Right, and then?”

“I felt very bad. Especially when... uhm... I saw that you were engaged.” You confess, “so I have to admit that I was being stupid, and I fell into a trap... to a rather... unhealthy relationship.”

“It seems to be more than unhealthy, at least according what Yoonchul said.” Sullyoon states, her fingers spinning on her ring again.

“W... why do you want to know about me so bad? I mean... my relationship.” You feel so exposed from the fact that not only Yoonchul told Sullyoon that you sent him, but also how miserable your current life is. So you raised your volume just a little bit, but in the end of the day? Sullyoon is not here to gossip on you.

“Don’t pretend you don’t want the same from me. Well, I just wanna make sure you can still afford to fold.” 

“Fold? I wanted to. But I was stuck in there too deep, I’m always afraid that if I leave her, I’d lose the final bit of comfort I can sometimes get. You know, when she’s at her kind state. But shit, I know I’m just coping. I freaking know it is not healthy to spend more than half of my salaries on buying designers’ items for her. And I’m also aware of the fact that I have no privacy life once I handed all of my social accounts and passwords to her.” Your eyes feel watery, so you signal Sullyoon to pass back the bottle of alcohol to you. She does. 

You look at the faint crimson at the rim of the bottle, deliberately pressing your lips onto the mark. You do it like it can turn back the time and bring you back to three years ago. Of course it cannot. Sullyoon looks at you knowingly, a mixture of exhaustion and hollowness creeps onto her face.

“I’ve been just coping, Sullyoon-ah. I didn’t dare to admit I made a big mistake.”

“What mistake?” Sullyoon rests her chin onto her palm, elbow on the handle of the couch. There is a faint hint of empathy in her tired but soft gaze. She cares.

“To give up my true love and all in for nothing, ended up losing both.” You smile, not because you’re happy or anything. It’s more about the sense of relief after being able to look back at the messy past and admit it was wrong. It takes courage that you apparently never had enough.

“I’m glad that you feel the same way. My instinct was right.” Sullyoon lets out a quiet hum, and her story begins too.

“You know? I knew you’re a smart guy, I always felt like that from the bottom of my heart. So when you told me you’re off for Seoul? I never expected you would come back.” Sullyoon looks at you, but you avoid her gaze otherwise you KNOW you’ll soon fall.

“Then? I started to think about if it was my own decision that had caused everything to burn. I COULD go with you, but I ended up feeling not to add an extra burden on you. But well, I always wished you the best. And it was not long after I entered the company, he started to approach me. Well, at least he acted like very sweet and considering. So I said yes when he asked me out, and right, I needed some emotional support as well. You weren’t the only one that felt bitter about the ending. Then? Then things accelerated quite quickly, I sometimes found him talking to other girls in the company too often. But I brushed it off as his Sales Manager nature: small talks here and there type of stuff. Until once when I went out for a drink because he wasn’t replying my message until 1 a.m.? I saw him at the bar, with his female clients. They fucking kissed, and it made me vomit.” Sullyoon sighs, trying to drink more beer from the same bottle but you had already finished every drop. She uncrosses her legs, burying her face in her hands for a split second, her shoulders tensing up as the scene of her own fiancé kissing another woman is rewinding in front of her right now. When she looks back up, the smirking, confident girl is gone. There is nothing left but a broken soul.

“Why didn’t you confront him then?” 

“Because I was too stupid and agreed to his engagement the week before. He felt like once that ring is on, it’s like a spell that can protect him from getting caught cheating. Well, I could’ve confronted him and broke up. But maybe as you say, it’s sometimes hard for people to admit they made a mistake themselves. I even wonder what made him start approaching me in the first place? My body huh? I need that courage just like you do, so I can say no. I just... sometimes wish I’m not this observant so I don’t deal with this mess. It is not that bad of a life, besides a flirty fiancé that’s always ‘with the clients’ after work.” Sullyoon looks at her ring, and gradually lets her story roll.

“Wow... I mean... I don’t really know what to say. Maybe we both made some mistakes...” you add on.

“So, it’s time to correct them.” 

“You ain’t wrong. It’s just... it’s too late.” You sigh, scratching your neck that is burning from the alcohol and something deeper than that. “I mean, I’ve already sent myself into a cage. And you’re already...”

Sullyoon doesn’t let you finish. Rarely.

“Nah, it’s never too late. You could quit nicotine when we were together. We can do this again. And we honestly should.” Sullyoon shifts her position right next to you, looking at you with eagerness and pure devastation.

You hesitate, not sure if proceeding is the correct and sane decision to make. But it is at this moment, you feel a strange sense of relief as your pack of cigarettes is sliding out of your pocket after Sullyoon just added weight on the side.

Maybe she’s right. It was easy to quit nicotine because she was there. But when Sullyoon’s gone, what can possibly help you quit the addiction of her?

Nothing.

“May I?” Sullyoon reaches even closer, her doe eyes are winking at you like the final hammer targeting on the shattering reality.

You exhale, closing your eyes. Your fate is destined.

Sullyoon quickly closes up the final distance left as she presses her lips onto yours. Your whole world is immediately converging into the space where your lips meet hers.

An odd sense of familiarity. It’s been too long. Your wrists spontaneously locate her slim waist and pulling her close. The quiet brushes of her jeans with yours is adding a layer of forbidden comfort amidst two chaotic worlds.

You let Sullyoon take the initiative, she keeps planting gentle but firm kisses onto your lips, as her manicured hands cup your face and caress your hair behind your neck.

“Hmm...” a breathy moan escapes from Sullyoon’s throat, shattering the elegant posture she’s been trying so hard to hold tonight. The overwhelming desperation is getting marked onto your soul by Sullyoon’s lips. Fuck. You missed the texture. So full, so juicy... and so pure.

Your hands are all over her slim frame already, fingers tracing her silhouette like you’re afraid that she’ll vanish into the void once your lips break apart.

You can’t hold it back anymore. The urge to break out of the cage overwhelms you and pushes you to override the so-called forbidden. You suddenly put your hands onto Sullyoon’s shoulders and shove her down to her back on the leather couch.

You straddle her beautiful body and climb on top of her, she lets you. When you reach close and look at Sullyoon’s big, doll-like eyes, you don’t find any resistance. You find her looking at you like you’re her savior, from her miserable relationship.

“Hhmph...” Sullyoon bites her bottom lips, her fingers interlocking yours like a signal that tells you to keep going. You dive down to start kissing her cheeks, her neck, and gradually down to her shoulder.

You start to gently unbutton Sullyoon’s white blouse. One, two, and three. You can already see the black straps of her bra beneath. Your finger trembles as you feel her body again, her collarbone is at full display. You attempt to remove the strap to get more access to the forgotten sanctuary of yours - the one that became your paradise - but also the one that made you feel like Hell after you’ve been forced out of it.

But a sudden noise scares both of you off. As you instantly jump off Sullyoon’s body, thinking if it is the staff member of the Karaoke that comes in to check-out. Sullyoon covers her half-exposed upper body with her jacket on the backrest of the bench.

But it only takes you two some extra seconds to find out it is simply a phone buzzing. To be more exact, there’re two phones buzzing.

Yours.

And Sullyoon’s.

“I think you’ve been waiting for it. Your phone was face up on the table for the whole night, and you checked it every other minute but nothing ever came through.” You take a deep breath, letting Sullyoon know that you’ve been looking at her too.

“Hhmn... I’m more curious about if your, uhm, controlling girlfriend is demanding a picture of your surrounding right now.

Remember to leave me out of it.” Sullyoon giggles, but her lips are curving up after hearing what you just said.

“Haha, why don’t we figure it out together?” You surprisingly are not afraid to receive that “checking in” from your girlfriend anymore. You unlock your phone and put it onto Sullyoon’s palm.

“Would you kindly read what did she send me?” You raise an eyebrow with mischief.

“Oh, of course, my ‘dear’.” Sullyoon seemingly knows your implication.

“Darling, I’m hitting up the next bar for Round 2, won’t be back ‘til afternoon tomorrow. Don’t bother me until then, just let me know where you are right now. And remember that hand cream~?” Sullyoon reads it out slowly word by word, using an exaggerated bratty tone that makes you cackle.

“And that’s just a snippet, but well I guess I don’t have to take a picture. Would you type ‘I already got back to my place’ for me? Darling? Pretty please?” You smirk.

“Aw~ of course! Meanwhile, would you kindly read me what my fiancé just said?” Sullyoon does a bowing gesture as she swiftly unlocks her phone and hands it to you as well.

“That’s a sure. And he said, ‘Business tonight, meeting clients in the bar. Don’t have to wait for me, goodnight.’ Quoted directly from your hard-working fiancé.” You intentionally emphasize the last two words, making Sullyoon giggle on the couch. “Do you want me to send anything back?”

“No, just leave it on Read. Like how he does all the time.” Sullyoon stands up, putting her jackets on.

“Yeah, honestly? Fuck them.” You follow her, getting on to your feet too.

“Fuck them.” Sullyoon agrees.

“I’m sorry miss, I believe I was a bit rushed. But I know a place nearby that can allow us to have some... deep in conversation undisturbed.” You deadpan.

“Say less. Lead the way.” Sullyoon gives your ass a lovingly spank as you start walking out of the Karaoke.

You two both laugh.

When the so-called “taboo” is screaming on your face, telling you to break it apart? There isn’t any reason not to.

And that’s why you’re holding Sullyoon’s hand and leading her to the discreet lovers’ hotel in the next block.

The place you two always went, when either of your roommates filed some sort of ... noise complaint back when you two were technically glued onto each other, especially at nights.

———

“I find this very thrilling.” You say, as the late-night street is greeting you with a cool breeze. That makes you feel like the burdens were taken off from you.

“I know right?” Sullyoon holds your hand tighter.

And neither of you says anything in the next ten minutes of walk.

The next time your consciousness is back online, you’re already walking on the hallway on the soft carpet of the hotel.

Your hands are shaking as you nervously tap the room key onto the door.

“BEEP!” The green light goes up, like the final approval for your actions.

Sullyoon shoves you right on to the door after impatiently kicking it closed.

““Mmph... you still taste the same. But you smoked again.” Sullyoon leaves your lips for a brief moment to get some air.

“Fuck, it was kinda tough without you. Needed some quick comfort.” You pull her closer again, not letting her wait for too long like the past years. Sullyoon’s tight body pushes her weight onto your chest, the wooden door protests by making a squeaky sound. But you don’t care.

You grab Sullyoon’s full and juicy ass through the denim, feeling her alluring curves with hunger. You lean down to kiss her, Sullyoon rests her hands on your shoulder. Meanwhile her lips dance with yours. Your half-conscious mind is soon getting knocked out with how smooth her kissing skill is. You missed it.

Her tongue is swirling pass through your lips, meeting yours in your mouth. The wet, sloppy sound echoes through the tiny but comfy hotel room. None of you had bothered to turn on the lights, it’s just the faint, silver moonlight through the half-closed curtain. Someone might see you from the building across the street, but you’re too desperate to care about them. You just let the moonlight shower onto Sullyoon’s small but insanely alluring frame.

You keep taking Sullyoon’s soft little kisses - as it should be - especially when during your relationship, she had always been the one that takes the initiative. Don’t ever estimate the ... dedication and mighty will she has behind that seemingly innocent baby face, especially in bed.

Your palms have shifted upwards; your fingers finally feel her midriff after pushing her tank top up. The warmth makes you feel so safe, and so anchored. Her body is radiating waves of energy that keeps your adrenaline flowing and flowing, so much better than the hollow, lifeless heat from lighting a cigarette.

Your hands slide up and down on the side of her body, letting the smooth texture of her skin greet your trembling fingers. Sullyoon smirks, biting your lower lip gently like she’s punishing you for being so rushing.

But well, she can’t really blame you. Because she is literally your salvation. Your salvation that makes you forget the mess, at least temporarily.

“It seems like someone really missed me.” Sullyoon teases, as she breaks apart the kiss and instead hovers her lips onto your ear. “Show me you’re still my good boy~ my favorite good boy, will you?” She injects lethal whispers into your ear while blowing soft air through your earlobe.

Your body shakes violently as her words dealt more damage you could’ve controlled. As much as you want to keep a little bit of resistance, the past memory of how you willingly let Sullyoon take control of you had caused your mind to melt.

You craved so badly of the comfort and safety of letting Sullyoon lead the way. She’d decide the positions, the plays and you simply oblige. You now realize how sexy that is, in comparison of your current relationship where the intimate moments between you and your girlfriend are more like a transaction.

More like a transaction that has a price tag made of designers’ items and total surveillance and mental control.

But with Sullyoon, it was different. And it still is. It is the sheer amount of love you had in front of the favorite girl of yours. It is the mutual trust and respect that shaped many of the unforgettable moments with her.

And Sullyoon reignited the ashes in your heart at the most desperate moment possible. That’s enough to make you fold. “Mmph... yes... Sullyoon-ah, I fucking missed it.” You cup her face, looking straight into her doe eyes as your clearest signal.

“Still my good boy. Come on, bed?” Sullyoon tugs the collar of your shirt playfully, just enough to let you know that the chain is back on again. But the chain made of caring and trust, instead of neglecting and control.

You follow her, and she shoves you onto the soft, clean bed. Sullyoon quickly dives down to start kissing all over your face again. You let out a few soft hums, she’s finally back.

Your body is still honest, and has very good muscle memory. As Sullyoon continues her kisses all over you, your shaft down below is already painfully hard. A visible bulge forms beneath your sweatpants as you feel her body on yours after years of absence.

“Fuck... Sullyoon, let’s move on. You’re getting me so hard already.” You groan, trying to persuade her to dive deeper than just the shallow kisses.

“No, baby~ Not yet.” Sullyoon pouts, looking at you amusedly. “You left me waiting for too long, and right when I gave up hope? You came back again. That was so evil of you. Is it not?”

“Shit... I’m sorry, Sullyoon-ah. But can we talk about it later? I’m ... fuck!” Your breath hitch as she palms your erected length through the fabric. You hip bucks upwards, trying to chase after the friction. But she instead uses the very same hand to cover your mouth.

“You don’t call the shot tonight, baby boy~ let me see if that freaky girl changed you... Or are you still the same good boy for me.” Sullyoon teases, while you can only leave out mumbled groans with your covered mouth.

She’s still the same. She only wants yourself. Because she loves you. And that’s why you always gave her everything, and things aren’t seeming to change tonight either.

“Hmmph....” You instinctively kiss and suck her thumb when Sullyoon slides it in between your lips. Her other hand guides your palms onto her chest. “Let me feel it, baby boy. Show me how you missed me like this, making you give me everything.”

“Holy fuck...” You mutter as you slide your hands beneath her tank top and bypass her bra, directly feeling her gorgeous tits again.

They are still soft like before. Even though you cannot see it directly, you manage to locate her nipples and brush them with your fingers. Sullyoon immediately feels the pleasure as you witness her biting her bottom lip in such an agonizing fashion. Her cheeks are slightly blushed, eyelids half-closed like she’s enjoying herself.

Of course she is, that’s when she pulls her thumb out of your mouth, wipes it on your face and leans down to kiss you. Before you have time to feel the wetness on your face, she already greets you again with her lips.

“Yes, just like that... my good boy.” Sullyoon says, tilting her head slightly just to get a better angle to savor you.

“Mmph... I missed you; I missed you so fucking bad...” you manage to leave out a few airy groans between kisses. But your fingers never stop their dedicated work. You grab a handful of her soft tits and squeeze them into shapes. Your fingers are shaking slightly everything you brush through her sensitive nipples as how the firm and perky texture contrasts with the rest of her wonderful buns. So does she, Sullyoon never stops kissing you as you play with her wonderful tits. Her face is getting blushed so pink, that even makes you think if it was the alcohol from earlier.

She seemingly drank a lot.

Sullyoon finally pats your hands gently, signaling you as she’s calling the shot to move to the next action. She leaves one long, wet kiss and pulls apart. A long string of saliva still remains attached between you two’s lips. Sullyoon cuts it off with the back of her hand and casually wipes it down on your shirt.

“Baby, do you still remember the old way?” She looks at you mischievously, starting to pull her tank top up in a tormenting manner. Each second she moves it up an inch, revealing more of her full, gorgeous midriff. And your hands uncontrollably reach on to her soft waist.

“Yes Sullyoon, I’d never forget that.” You dive your face into her chest, greedily acquire her deadly scent. Vanilla, floral and fresh. Unlike the dreadful bitterness of your nicotine.

And you start the old ritual, which was for you two to undress each other in the intimate moments at night. You slowly slide your hands up her slim waist after you sneak a kiss on her tits through her tank top.

“Naughty, just like before. Come on, do it quick so I can also strip my good boy too.” Sullyoon moans lightly from your kiss, but her body is cooperative. She raises her arms to both sides of her face, making sure you can swiftly slide her tank top off her body.

Then it comes to her bra, the only barrier between that pair of flawless tits which occasional drove you crazy and made you doubt your sanity. Your sanity when you decided to abandon them and head up to Seoul to achieve mostly two things - torturing yourself and giving your regrets in the future.

You freeze, staring at her plain black bra, her nipples are hard, visibly behind the thin piece of fabric. You have her at this very moment, but how long can tonight last? When the morning comes, you will both be going back to your own cages. The cages which both of you voluntarily locked yourselves in.

“Why are you staring? Hmm?” Sullyoon notices.

“I... I want tonight to go slower.” You let out a sarcastic laugh.

“We can make tonight last forever. We just need the courage. Now come on, undress me, and we fuck. And we think about the mess next time when we wake up.” Sullyoon just sees through your mind. She fucking knows you more than you do. She gives you a smile with sympathy, unhooking her bra from behind in a fluid motion.

“Yes...” you oblige. You kiss her shoulder and the bra strap; you bite down to the strap and slides it down her shoulder. Repeat for the other side. You do it slow, worshipping every inch of her skin.

Finally, the final piece of clothing on Sullyoon’s upper body is gone. You stare at her flawless frame in awe - her nipple is pink and hard, just like a cherry on top of her soft tits below it. You desperately want a taste.

“Like what you see?” Sullyoon smirks, literally grabbing you by your neck and she gently pushes your face onto her chest. “Be my baby boy again tonight and come make me feel good.”

“Mmm... yes...” the moment of contact lights up a fire both on your face and on your itching length. You feel her smooth skin with your face and takes in her deadly scent with your nose. And obviously that’s not enough when your face is in between Sullyoon’s two tits. So you start worshipping her, leaving open-mouthed kisses everywhere. Each time when you come across her nipple, you intentionally suck it in and brush it with your tongue like you’re trying to suck the cherry fruit off of its seed. Sullyoon is drown into the sensation, she presses on your shoulder and pushes you all the way until your back hits the backboard.

Then she straddles your laps and sits onto your stomach, while both of her hands grabbing your heads to make you worship her gorgeous boobs more. The faint mark of your saliva is clinging onto her small yet surprisingly full frame, shining under the faint moonlight through the plastic curtain. You don’t bother to slide it off, you don’t bother to turn on the lights either. You simply keep kissing and licking Sullyoon’s tits under the moonlight. Neither of you are afraid that there can be a certain “audience” across the street, maybe in the end of the day? It is not two people cheating on their partners.

It feels more like two lost faithful seeking salvations in their own desperate way.

Especially when both of your other-half has their own “business” to take care of.

“Mmph... Sullyoon, you still taste so good.” You mumble, as you slowly drag you tongue through her perky nipple for the one last time.

“Hmmph... it’s just the appetizer; the main dish is not even served.” There is a grin with mischief on Sullyoon’s flushed baby face. “Lie down on your back, babe~ I’m about to have some real fun with ya~” She whispers right into your ear. Your body shakes, and a wet spot is soon found on the tip of your tent down below.

She sees it of course, and she taps your leaking tip through the fabric with her nails. You hip bucks up, humping the air for nothing.

“Please... take it off already!” You hiss, as the desire is overpowering your sanity.

“Aw~ you’re getting so horny, I always liked how you squirm beneath me. It turned me on so much~ and it still does, see?” Sullyoon quickly takes off her soaked panties and throws it onto your chest, you feel her warmth and the wetness from her arousal at the same time.

Sullyoon then puts her hands onto your waist band, “Hips up, baby.” And you do exactly that. It only takes a full second before she slides both of your pants and your boxers down to your ankles. Your hardened and leaking shaft finally spring free; it smacks onto your stomach before bouncing back and pointing straight up towards the ceiling.

“Hmm... that’s about the right size like before.” Sullyoon mumbles.

“H...huh?” You were busy brushing aside her soaked pantie that she just randomly discarded onto your chest.

“Good, because that means the bitch didn’t drain you dry.” She says through her teeth. “You left me, but you’re still mine... at least for tonight, do you know that?” Sullyoon strokes your cock, just one single long and slow pump.

“Mmph... yes Sullyoon, yes... I’m yours, all fucking yours. Just please, more...” a drop of clear precum immediately oozes through your slit as she strokes you. You quickly beg for more, only for Sullyoon to giggle.

“How cute~ still like that greedy boy before. Come on, you know the drill. Now the main dish is served, but be sure to eat it properly ~” Sullyoon seems satisfied, she pushes her body even upper onto your chest, straddles around your ribs as you now lie onto your back completely flat. Her shaved, glistening pussy is just inches away from your face.

“Sullyoon, fuck...” you call her name but soon gets cut off as she sinks herself right onto your face. Your nose is brushing her pelvis and your mouth opens itself to greet Sullyoon’s pink, wet and warm folds.

“Mmph...” You moan, because she is a freaking delicacy. The mix of her arousal, her floral perfume and the faint hint of her vanilla body lotion are ruthlessly capturing every single cell in your nose. You get addicted to the taste back in the day, more addicted to nicotine and that’s why you could quit smoking with relative ease.

You dart out your tongue to lap around her pussy, you instantly feel her body is shaking a little. Sullyoon was sensitive with your tongue, she still is.

“Sullyoon, I missed this so bad. You taste so fucking good.” You throw out a few mumbled syllables as your tongue is still busily tasting Sullyoon’s swollen folds. 

“And your mouth still feels the same, doing so well for me. Mmph...” You know Sullyoon is enjoying the pleasure from her breathy moans, so you flick your tongue on to her clit and suck it gently with your mouth.

“H...holy shit, right there, right there!” Sullyoon’s body is shaking as you assault her most sensitive area, she grabs your hair tightly and tries to hold your face in position.

You wouldn’t move an inch, even without her doing so. You can feel that her juice is starting to drip on your tongue, you eagerly lap every single drop of it clean. Her legs straddle your upper body progressively tighter as you speed up your oral work on her pussy.

“Mmph, baby boy... don’t stop! I’m close...” Sullyoon groans, as she leans down and grabs your thighs for balance. You’re already a goner in her heavenly scent and addicting taste, your cock throbs painfully into the air. You feel her tiny hands near that area, but you can’t see how close they are from your itching length, because in your sight there is nothing but Sullyoon’s pussy and her flat tummy. Her flat tummy that you are dying to make a bulge in.

You hump once, trying to chase any sort of friction you could. But it was only the warm air in the hotel room that greets you. “P...please, Sullyoon, stroke it for me. I’m getting so freaking hard eating you out.” Your hands find Sullyoon’s perfect ass and gently squeeze it.

“N...not until I come first, babe~ Now come on, show me how badly you want my hands on your twitching cute little cock, show me how you are still my favorite good boy...” Sullyoon grabs your wrists and pin both of your hands above you head, right at the headboard of the bed. You’re in a position that fully surrendered yourself. Sullyoon’s fingertip is hovering right above your slit, you can already feel her manicured nail touching your leaking tip. But she stops right there, you want to thrust into her warm hands so bad.

But it was this move from her that broke the dam. “M...mommy....yes....” You slip, as an unstoppable pleasure spreads across your body. You feel utterly safe. Sullyoon being in control is hot, but what’s hotter is how willing both your mind and your body are to submit themselves to the girl you truly trust. 

Your movements start to accelerate in a nearly frantic manner. You make big slurpy sounds as your tongue keeps fucking into her wet folds, you tilt your chin to accommodate the angle of Sullyoon riding your face. 

“F...fuck, I’m close! I’m gonna come... on your stupid face...Mmph!” It doesn’t take too long before your frantic licking and gentle sucking on her clit push her to the climax. After one last time you lips seal around her clit and a wet kiss, Sullyoon releases herself right on your face. Her thighs clamp your chest so hard that you feel like your ribs are about to break in halves. Her hands press your head down to the pillow and suffocates you with her flood. Your world blacks out as she loses her balance and sits right on your face during the orgasm. You can only (but also voluntarily) take in every single drop of her orgasm into your mouth and nose. Maybe you are running out of air if she doesn’t lift herself up soon, but frankly, this isn’t a horrible way to leave.

You keep eating her out through her orgasm, and right when you’re about to pass out, Sullyoon finally lifts herself off your face and collapses to your side. She rests her head on your shoulder, her hands lazily playing with your painfully hard shaft. Slowly, albeit you’re already desperate for release.

“That was intense...” she finally speaks, sounds exhausted but satisfied at the same time.

“And is it finally my turn?” 

“Maybe, maybe not.” Sullyoon teases you even more, like she’s about to use a lighter in a pool of gasoline. “And did you just call me mommy?” Her hand never stops caressing your throbbing cock, she alternates between agonizing strokes and teasingly tapping your tip with her elegant fingers.

“Mmph... we... we don’t really talk about that.” You squeeze the words between your teeth as the stimulation starts to become unbearable. But you’re still obedient, your hands are still over your head despite she’s not grabbing your wrists anymore.

“We surely have to talk about that, what’s so good calling me mommy? Hmm? My baby boy?” Sullyoon spits onto her small hands, and you moan out loud as she resumes to stroke you with her lubricant. Slick, wet, warm.

“Because I wanna be yours, Sullyoon-Ah... fuck, I’m all yours. Please more...” You confess, hoping it will earn your release soon.

“Good, I’m happy to hear you say that.” Sullyoon speeds up her pumping, her other hand now playing with your balls. “You wanna cum?” 

“Yes, Yes!” 

“Then give it to me, cum when your mommy is stroking you so nicely.” Her voice is like honey, melting your overwhelmed brain.

“Shit... mommy Sullyoon, I’m.... I’m gonna cum!” You mutter, as the pleasure is sky high. The threshold is met. 

But she stops abruptly right at the edge. Both hands off your body, you scold out loud in frustration and meanwhile, a solid stream of precum leaks out of your overstimulated length.

“Fuck!” Your chest goes up and down violently, before you react to do it yourself, Sullyoon already grabs your hands again.

“Aw~ someone doesn’t like waiting. But you left me here waiting for too long, baby boy~ now this is your punishment.” Sullyoon’s little smug is so dangerous.

“I... I’m sorry! I never knew I hurt you this bad...” you shout, squirming on the comfy bed while getting your hands pinned over your head.

“Now you know. Say it yourself. Is it a good idea to abandon your lovely girlfriend and go to Seoul? For a life that’s even worse than before?” Sullyoon gets a bit emotional, you can see the sides of her eyes are getting watery. 

“I... I was stupid! I was too ambitious and overconfident! I ... oh please, I’ll do anything, just continue.” You half beg half apologize.

“That’s simple, tell me who owns you.” She pouts with triumph.

“You, Sullyoon. I’m all yours, fuck!” 

“Nice. Very nice. See? That crazy bitch can take away your money, she can take away your passwords. But your body and your soul are still mine, always mine. And you are like a mess when you leave me, do you understand?” Sullyoon stares at you like she’s going to pierce through your heart. But you already fully folded too long ago.

“Yes mommy, I... I’m always mommy’s good boy.” You exhale, telling the secret that you tried to fool yourself otherwise.

“Good, now you get your award~” Sullyoon smirks, as she lets go of your hands and relocates her body between your legs. She hovers her face right on your cock, giving you a knowing smile and she take you in with her mouth.

Holy shit.

You almost come in three seconds. The way how her soft lips create the most perfect seal around your tip which had been desperate for friction over the past thirty minutes. The first contact is short, she simply wraps her lips around your tip and soon releases it with a loud, wet pop.

Sullyoon looks into your eyes, like she’s daring you for what’s to come. She then dives back to the business, this time taking you all the way in.

“H....holy shit.” You hitch, as your whole throbbing cock is enveloped by Sullyoon’s pair of red lips.

Sullyoon takes you in. Deep. She gags a little bit as your hard length hits her uvula, a stream of her saliva drips down at the side of her mouth. She adjusts herself, spitting you out before relaxing her muscles and takes every inch of you into her warm little mouth again.

“Fuck... Sullyoon, you’re still good at this.” Your head falls backwards, you grab the sheet with both of your hands to try to delay the building pleasure from below. She doesn’t stop, instead she blows you even faster and harder.

Every time she takes you in, Sullyoon would drag her tongue along the bottom side of your shaft, making you itch and twitch violently in her mouth. And when she lifts her mouth to let you get some breathing room? She’d squeeze her lips around your swollen tip, creating that wet seal like a vacuum. A vacuum to suck out every single drop of your essence, all that juice you were saving since you last released yourself two weeks ago because your girlfriend allowed you to touch her in exchange of a new purse.

“Fuck, Sullyoon, I’m... I’m close.” You groan painfully, because Sullyoon is now ruthlessly drawing circles with the tip of her tongue around your slit, the most sensitive part of your cock.

Sullyoon doesn’t say anything, instead she responds to you by giggling your full, ready-to-go balls with her small hands. Seconds later, the sensation starts to become unbearable. Sullyoon doesn’t stop, she violently fucks you with her mouth and her tongue is dancing around the veiny cock, making sure the stimulation comes from all directions. You soon succumb.

“Fuck! Sullyoon!” You call her name in desperation, yet the pleasure sends waves after waves of heat to your stomach, and then your crotch. Your leg muscles become tense, your toes curl spontaneously and your cock twitches hard. Pumps and pumps of your hot, thick juice directly explode inside Sullyoon’s mouth. She swallows the first strand or two, as it is so strong that your cum directly travels down her throat. The aftershocks are merciless also, you can feel a pool of your semen is formed inside her warm mouth.

You manage to pull out, the tip of your length is still red and swollen, partially from Sullyoon’s lipsticks but more from the sensation that just made you ascend to heaven. You breath heavily, your shaft gradually calms down and softens. There are still a few drops of remaining juice of yours that drip down onto your stomach, but you’re too exhausted to care. You pant, fingers caressing Sullyoon’s hair as she covers her half-open mouth with her hand. You can see the mouthful of cream soup you just made inside her, and she climbs on top of you. Sullyoon pads the headboard gently, signaling you to sit up. You do so, while commenting her as the huge dose of oxytocin from your violent cumming. “Holy shit Sullyoon, your... your mouth is insane. You fucking drained me dry.”

“Ont say anyying, Cwose yaw eyes wawy.” Sullyoon grins, and you think she just told you to not say anything and close your eyes.

Ah! She is definitely going to play a magic trick! You close your eyes, and the cream soup in your mouth is gone. Yummy in her tummy. Definitely!

“Aw come on, you don’t have to be shy. It’s not the first time I see you drink it all.” You smirk like you’ve just conquered the world. How cute of a girl Sullyoon is! But you still follow her instruction like the good boy you are. Sometimes you just gotta cooperate, no?

Turns out you are very wrong.

Sullyoon claps your face playfully. And the following three things happen one by one.

Your mouth opens itself.

Your brain realizes something is off.

You open your eyes but it’s too late.

Because Sullyoon opens her mouth while winking her doe eyes directly into you, and a thick string of your own cum mixed with her saliva lands precisely to your waiting mouth.

Holy shit. Your heart sinks to your stomach as she forces your mouth open by stretching your cheeks towards opposite sides.

“What the fuck?” You mumble, but Sullyoon stops you by doing the “shhh” gesture on your lips.

“Taste it.” She orders. Voice soft, but with no room for negotiation.

You stare at her in awe, but you feel this strange urge to simply obey to everything she says. Because your body apparently knows she is the right person that you can trust. You feel safe with her. You crave for her dominance over you because you know she’s doing it not to hurt you.

So your gaze locks in with hers, and you oblige by opening your mouth wide and swallowing everything in a big gulp. “Yes...Mommy....” You realize you are hard again, and so does she.

“Good boy. Such a good boy for me.” Sullyoon then presses her lips onto yours, and you two start to exchange this wet, obscene kiss with a lot of your own cum getting involved in the process. It tastes odd, you don’t know if you like it. But you know for sure that you fucking crave the taste and texture Sullyoon’s lips.

“Mmph... Sullyoon, it feels so lewd.” You hiss during the brief moment while catching air.

“It is indeed, my baby boy... you should try it yourself so you know how fucking addictive your juice tastes. So addictive that I can never have enough of it even it’s been a few years.” Sullyoon says lovingly, her hands cupping your face like she’s getting to know you again after years of absence. “You’re doing it so well, drinking it all for me when I told you to. Look at how your own cum is still on your lips. You’re so fucking cute, my good boy~” She then wipes off a drop of your milk that went on to your lips with her finger. Without needing her to say anything, you suck it in and lick it clean obediently.

“You... you’re insane for that Sullyoon, but I have to admit... that’s hot....” You try to acquire more of that taste from her finger, she lets you.

“Look at how you’re sucking my finger like a little boy slut you are for me, I bet that bitch can never, hmm?” Sullyoon seems to quite enjoying herself as she sits on top of your chest and watches you squirming beneath her, but what she just said isn’t that enjoyable for both of you at this moment.

It was rather a brutal countdown before you all go back to your cells. “And I bet your ‘fiancé’ is letting another woman to do this to him right fucking now.” You sigh, not trying to fight back against what she just said. But more like a helpless realization that as much you feel like in paradise under the silver moonlight, in this safe little corner of the town? Next time when the sun rises… You two are converging back to your own destinies.

“Let’s not worry about that for now, babe. I wanna really feel you tonight, we’re not done yet.” Sullyoon forced a faint smile, maybe the reality recaptures her mind as well. She doesn’t feel as calm all of a sudden.

She then reaches her right hand out, planting a kiss on your forehead gently. “Take this ring off for me, good boy.” Sullyoon takes a deep breath.

“W…what? I... I can’t! I’m not supposed to.” You are surprised for her sudden request, or rather, a command.

“We are not supposed to cheat on our partners and fuck in a love hotel while drunk.” Sullyoon says, emotionlessly.

“Well, is it still the case when our so-called partners are being a dick themselves?” You sigh.

“Exactly, so say less.” She nods.

You finally agree, holding her wrist lightly and takes that diamond ring off Sullyoon’s middle finger. The moonlight reflects on the tiny diamond piece on top of the ring, but you don’t get blinded by the cold and icy light. You instead drop it onto the wooden nightstand beside you and let the ring drown in darkness.

“Good. Now we do it. Old ways.” Sullyoon smiles like you just took a big burden away from her.

“Aw, come on! I thought I can finally get some control!” Seeing her smile eases the anxiety deep inside you as well, you joke. Well, because the old ways you two had on bed? Basically, Sullyoon decided how much and in what ways she uses you.

Honestly? You needed this. Because you come to the realization where the hottest control isn’t forced. It should be mutual, and voluntary. You let Sullyoon take the lead, or rather, you WANT her to do so. More or less because you trust her so much that even she’s the one on top, she will always make sure to make it feel good for you. Maybe it was the lovely praises every ten seconds, maybe it was the cuddles and the fluffy aftercare she did with you.

But those were what made you feel safe and loved, not like how you are owing someone money or your freedom for every thrust she “allows” you to. Of course, this “someone” in context is definitely your current girlfriend. She makes you feel like sex is a trade, but Sullyoon let you understand it is about mutual affection and respect.

“Come on, you liked it every time.” That’s why you respond with a knowing smirk when she pulls out a condom after reaching for her purse.

“You seem to be well-prepared to fuck someone.” You tease.

“I should rather say it’s the loneliness that did stuff to me.” She peels it open, but then hesitated for a split of second. Sullyoon then throws it away, letting the latex land on the sheet. “No, I decided to actually feel you again tonight.”

“Wow, that’s a bold move. You sure that he is your future husband but I’m the father of your child?” You joke.

“I wouldn’t mind you being both, but fuck it. Just pull out in time and we’re good.” Sullyoon doesn’t wait for further ado, as she sinks herself all the way down onto your re-hardened cock in one go.

“Mmph... yes....” you let out a few mumbled subconsciously as she greets you with her wet and warm pussy. Damn, she is as tight as you remembered her to be. Maybe, just maybe, there weren’t a lot of stretching-her-open that took place in the past a few years.

“Mmph... you’re big still. Getting hard again for me, such a good boy. Uh...” Sullyoon interlocks her fingers with yours as she starts to slowly roll her hips.

Her walls clench against your cock in every angle, milking you completely. You thrust upwards, trying to chase as much friction as possible. But Sullyoon decides how much you can get; her weight is all slammed down on you after the slow motion of she releasing you almost to the tip before sitting back down.

Your cock gets harder than the first climax, as the familiar feeling of her pussy is back again. You close your eyes, trying to feel her body as your ex is riding your cock in such an agonizing fashion.

“Oh yes... I can feel it; I can feel your cock spreading me so well. It’s doing a good job for its mommy, Mmph...” Sullyoon’s voice is like a drug, assaulting your already horny brain.

“Fuck... yes, you’re so tight. I... I can’t last long if you keep milking me like this, shit...” you say between your teeth, enjoying how Sullyoon’s tight walls are clenching around you. Your fingers are still locking with hers, Sullyoon’s hands are a bit cold, but her folds are like s torch that’s lighting up a fire down below.

“Holy, you’re so big... going in so deep.” Sullyoon moans, as your length pounds deep into her every time she sinks down. “Mmph... g... gonna cum!” She lets out a few breathy moans as she releases one of your hands and starts rubbing her clit with her fingers.

“Damn, you’re so freaking tight. Come for me Sullyoon-Ah, give me all. I missed it so bad.” You groan, as your hips trying their best to match the accelerating rhythms of the wet slapping sound of Sullyoon riding you.

Her body jolts as her fingers are practically dancing on her swollen clit. You can feel how much wetter she is getting, her juice keeps crating that lubrication and makes friction almost non-existent. Your cock slides in and out of her pussy with ease, each time you thrust, her walls spasm and squeeze you tighter.

“So... so good. C... coming!” Sullyoon lets out a few mumbled words as she bites her lips to try to resist the flood of upcoming pressure. But she soon gives in to the sensation from both of her fingers in her clit and your cock that’s stuffed deep inside her.

She slams down on you for the one last time and she comes. Her pussy pulses rhythmically and releases her own juice while wrapping around your cock, her nails dig deep into the skin on the back of your hand.

But you don’t feel any pain, not when you see the prettiest face in pure pleasure and when you hear the loveliest hymn on this world, namely Sullyoon’s quite but satisfied hums.

“Holy fuck, that was intense.” She lifts herself off of you, her own juice dripping down to your stomach in a thick string. Your cock is glistening from Sullyoon’s climax, waiting for its turn to release your pleasures.

Sullyoon lies down beside you, praising you with her usual calm and soft tone. “Good boy, you stretched me open so well... I came right on your cock and it felt so fucking good. You’ve earned your reward, now it’s your turn to come.” Sullyoon says.

“Mmph... yes, Sullyoon-Ah. I wanna come so bad.” You mutter.

“You get to choose where you wanna finish on. My tits? My face? You pick.” She seems satisfied.

“Your face. Holy shit. I wanna paint your pretty face, Sullyoon-ah. The prettiest face I’ve ever seen.”

“Okay~ then give mommy a facial with your filthy seeds. Now kneel and pump yourself, baby boy~” Sullyoon knows exactly how to set you on fire, especially when she inserts her dominance with such an adorable, seemingly innocent face.

“Yes...” you oblige, sitting up and getting onto your knees sideways on the bed. Beneath you, Sullyoon lies on her back and her face is right below your cock. You start stroking, as Sullyoon’s flawless face just simply turns you on.

“Nice, now describe what you see~ and remind me, who owns this cock? Hehehe” She darts her tongue out, giving your frenulum a slow lick. That’s enough to drive you totally crazy, you thrust rapidly into your own hand pussy. Filthy words are leaving your lips without control as you are a goner in front of her gorgeous frame.

“Fuck... Sullyoon, I’m all yours. Everything. Fuck.” You curse out loud as just how her flawless face is right in front of you, waiting for you to paint her with your very own milk. Her cheeks are pink from the arousal, the eyeliner is leaving a faint mark on both sides of her eyes from her gagging on your cock earlier. But Sullyoon’s eyes are always the most alluring. Her face is so small in size, only slightly longer than your fully erected length. But gosh, her doe eyes. They always wink at you in the most innocent way possible, well, even when she’s feeding you your own cum or pinning your wrists to the walls.

“Y... your face? I’ll never forget it in my entire fucking life. Sullyoon-Ah, your eyes alone are enough to make me fall for you. Holy...” the lewd thoughts pushed your right hand to pump harder and faster, while Sullyoon simply lies there in her back, looking at you endearingly with a smug grin on her face.

“Good boy~ I love it when you’re being so honest. Now you earned it, let me help you get there. Hands on your back, no more touching yourself.” Sullyoon smirks, as she takes over and starts stroking your leaking cock again with her soft hands.

“Mmph.... fuck.” You try your best to follow Sullyoon’s instruction and tug your arms to the side of your body. But your hips are losing control and bucking forward on their own, because Sullyoon keeps scratching your sensitive, swollen head with her manicured nails. You feel so itchy, precum keeps leaking out of your slit. You feel like you’re walking in a maze blindfolded, it’s so thrilling because you don’t know when Sullyoon is going to give you your release.

“So... itchy, more please...” You groan, thrusting into her hand just to chase for any more possible frictions. But Sullyoon simply switches being drawing circles on your tip with her nails and rubbing your frenulum. “Watch our baby boy, if you thrust too hard? What if my nails ‘accidentally’ go into your little slit here? I never knew you like sounding, hmm?” She teases as your entire body freezes besides your twitching cock, you’re not ready to accept foreign objects into your penis. Yet.

“Hmm... please, I... I just wanna come so bad.” You beg, despite you know for a fact that Sullyoon likes it when you fall for her.

“Okay~ maybe I’ll let you, you’ve been a good boy for me tonight.” She spits onto her hand, finally starting to actually pump your entire shaft instead of scratching you and making you beg.

“Yes, oh yes... just like that.” Your eyes shut closed, breath hitching. You feel the muscles around your thigh and stomach start to tighten, and your back arches forward. You gradually pick up your speed and fuck into Sullyoon’s wet, smooth hand and it doesn’t take long for the pleasure to overwhelm you.

“Cum for me, baby boy... give me all of the juice that you’ve been saving up. Paint my face with your seeds. Mmph yes~” Sullyoon keeps stroking you fast, and as you thrust deep into her hand pussy for one more time, you cum for a second time.

Ropes after ropes of your white juice splash directly onto Sullyoon’s waiting face. The first shot is not as strong and it dribbles down onto her cheek, mixing with her makeups and it just looks extra lewd. The second wave is much stronger, as they go pass her hand and land on her chest. The rest of them pretty much all land on her hand and dripping down along her wrist.

“Holy fuck... that was intense.” You breathe deeply, not even bothering for your numbing legs for kneeling there too long. Sullyoon looks at her cum-covered hand and she puts it right in front of her face. She sniffs, then licks it off her hand with a mischievous smirk on her face. “Tastes so good, can’t let them go to waste.” Sullyoon then pads your head softly, “Come one baby boy, you look so empty. Hehehe.”

You exhale, lying down on her side. Your head resting near her shoulder like you always did back in the days. She rests her hand on your face; you instinctively take in her fingers into your mouth and licks your remaining juice on her. “Sullyoon... you’re unreal. I wanna just cuddle with you until sunrise.” You wrap your arms around her petite body with perfect curves, whispering into her ear gently.

“Still my good boy, aren’t ya? But I think we need to take a shower first, and we can cuddle and sleep until we wake up. You down?” Sullyoon brushes your hair with her fingers, offering you to extend the short-lasting freedom overnight.

“Hell yeah, bet ‘they’ won’t be back to town until later, huh?” You sigh, implying your girlfriend who’s maybe flirting some rich guys in a bar. And as well as her fiancé, maybe having a late-night conversation with one of his important clients.

“Thanks for reminding me, almost left my ring on the nightstand.” Sullyoon reaches for her ring as she stands up and goes to the bathroom. “Together?”

“Hell yeah.” You follow her in.

The warm steam soon fogs up the mirror, you stare into the reflection of the two former lover birds. But all you see is how the two silhouettes are fading into the haze until your faves become blurry and totally unrecognizable.

“Fuck it, we have until tomorrow.” You slam on the sink, turning around to join Sullyoon in the shower room. Which, her curves are still that alluring even in the mist.

“I know what you’re thinking. I guess we both have some serious, potential proposals to consider. Hmm?” Sullyoon hums as you squeeze through the ajar glass door and hugs her from behind.

“I... I don’t know, Sullyoon-Ah. I just wanna hug you like this for now.” Your head feels like a mess from the violent double release and the alcohol no long before that. So you simply rest your chin on her shoulder and apply soap all over Sullyoon’s body.

“If that’s what you want, then sure. You’re still my baby boy.” Sullyoon turns to plant a kiss on your face.

The warm and relaxing shower ends amidst a lot of casual conversations and washing-each-other-clean, you take one single towel from the shelf and warps both of you around it.

You two stumble your way back to the large bed and tacitly fall onto the soft mattress at the same time.

“I wanna hug you tight when I fall asleep.” Sullyoon stares into you, saying so softly.

“You’re saying like I don’t want to. Come on.” You take the towel off your bodies, leaning sideways like she does and you pull her close so tight that you two almost melt into one.

“Hmmph...” Sullyoon hums happily, putting her leg on top of yours to lock you in place.

“I kinda love you.” You say, pressing your lips onto hers. You feel her warmth and her scents, burying your face into her neck like she’s about to vanish into the night sky out of the window. Your fingers trace down her spine, feeling her curves, letting her soft body and alluring scent wrap around your fragile mind after this crazy night.

The kiss never ended before sleep claims both of you, both of you dreaming of each other in peace, feeling safe and warm like never before.

Sullyoon becomes your bride. She wears the whitest wedding gown, walking down the aisle while her soft hands held tight in yours. You look at the guests, who are your family members and your old friends. They all smile and give you their highest regards, celebrating you like you’re the new king taking the throne. You nod your head smugly, greeting every one of your friends.

But you turn over to Sullyoon.

She is not smiling. She’s crying so helplessly, so fragile.

You see two drops of tears running down her gorgeous face, her makeup is a mess. Her eyes are red, but she’s gripping your hands so tight that you cannot pull them away from her.

“W… what is up? Sullyoon-ah?” You panic, trying to hold her in place. But you look down and see she’s floating away; your fingers lose the final bit of strength. Her small hands soon get out of your reach.

“No!!! Sullyoon!” You scream, but on her fingers, there is only her engagement ring. It is not the wedding ring you put on for her just now; it was the engagement ring from her fiancé.

“Don’t forget me!” She begs.

“No! Don’t leave me alone, Sullyoon-ah!” You jump up to try to reach for her, but instead you find yourself sitting up on the love hotel bed. Your whole body is sweating, a clear wet mark with the shape of your body is still on the thin sheets.

You rub your eyes with the back of your hands, and open them wider to try to see where Sullyoon went. You swear the last time you were conscious, she was in your embrace, her face still blushing from the sex and she tried to hide in your arms like a kitten sleeping in peace. Now? You have no idea.

The bathroom? Lights are not on. Her ring you put on the nightstand? Missing in action. But instead, there is this thin piece of paper that you suspect is a letter from Sullyoon.

You push away the pencil on top, turning on the lamp on the nightstand so you can read – Sullyoon closed the curtains when she left, so you didn’t get waken up by the bright sunlight outside of the window.

“Hey dear,

You get instantly shocked by the title, but you proceed anyways.

“As you might see, I left.”

Well… of course, you say to yourself.

“Last night was fun, or I should rather say, relieving and liberating. I had to admit that I was a bit drunk so things got a little wild, but in a very good way. I woke up just now and saw you were hugging me tight with a big stupid smile on your face, I freaking liked it. And please forgive me that I took a picture of you as a souvenir. Kek… hope HE doesn’t find out. But I guess he won’t even bother to? L.O.L.

Anyways. I think it was time for me to go, because I saw there were at least three digits of unread messages and two dozen of calls from your girlfriend. Nah, I didn’t TRY to figure it out, but it was your phone screen that’s been lighting up every thirty seconds. Good news is, she didn’t demand to know where you are immediately. Glad that she still remembers you were drinking last night, so she said to call her back when your hangover is gone.

As much I enjoyed every second of last night in this little room, and as much I felt blessed to get to see you and feel you again, I think it’s time to say goodbye. I joked about how it is still not too late for us to break the prison and make a run towards the liberty, I realized how the obligation is just too strong to break apart.

I loved you, and maybe I still do. I waited for you for years, thinking if you would still come back to me after you aced your academics in Seoul. But maybe it was the loneliness and uncertainty that broke me? Now I am some other guy’s fiancé. He is not as good as you, I can promise.

I tried to text you, but I think your ‘dear’ girlfriend removed every female’s contact info on your phone so it shows up as a new number on your end. I guess maybe is a signal for both of us to… let go? So I deleted the message and hope it didn’t make you in trouble.

Maybe I don’t have the right to say this, but I truly wish you good luck. And I originally wanted to write, ‘don’t forget me’… but? I realized maybe it would be better, or I should say, easier if you do. Either way, we’re good.

-Yours,

Sullyoon.

Your hands are trembling violently to the point where the letter paper almost slips through between your fingers. You bury your face into your hands, wanting to cry but don’t really know what you SHOULD feel.

Yeah, Sullyoon that you two can break up with your partners and get back together. But she was drunk, so were you. The realization hits hard because it is sometimes a little bit more difficult than just cutting off someone and move on. At this moment, you finally come to the realization that both Sullyoon and yourself know what is the best outcome for you two.

But neither of you had the courage to turn around and face your past mistakes.

You take out the remaining pack of cigarette, lighting up one with ease. You take a deep inhale, trying to let the nicotine give you some comfort, but it only hurts more. You cough, tears flowing out of your eyes. You try to fool yourself that it is because of the smoke, not your emotions.

You sit under the faint glow of the lamp and the dancing flaming of the lighter. You approach it closer to the letter, hoping that the fire with catch the paper and then? The past becomes ash, and you bury it yourself to go back to the shitty present.

But you vaguely see something on the back side of the paper, you then try to stop the spark by blowing air to it. It is still too late.

Your hand lets go of the burning paper, and amidst the igniting sparks? You see a faint scribble of notes. It is Sullyoon’s hand writing. You’ll never in this life forget about it.

“And oh, since I’m not here with you anymore. Smoke less, it’s better for your health.”

The dam is broken.

You dash to the window and swings it open in desperation.

“Sullyoon-ah!!! I… I’ll get through this with you!!! Please!!! Come back!!!” You scream from the bottom of your lung, while crying like a baby with a burning cigarette still between your fingers.

Several pedestrians look up and give you weird looks, but there is this one girl amongst them who doesn’t lift her head and look above.

Instead, she puts the hood of her jacket up and sobs like she just recalls something super sad. She tugs her arms into her chest, despite it is not even that cold outside. It is a morning, but looking like a winter midnight for her. She walks further and further into the crowd, with you shouting like a mad man with a broken heart in the love hotel, head peeking out of the window.

The letter had been burnt into ashes, just like the relationship between you and Sullyoon. You reach out for your phone beside the pillows, trying your absolute best to recall Sullyoon’s number on top of your head.

“Damn it! Just tell me the number!” You smack your own head in frustration, but even so won’t magically make you remember Sullyoon’s phone number. Not if your girlfriend deliberately removed every possible trace of Sullyoon and other girls on your phone.

You are about to light up another cigarette, but your hands stop in the middle because of Sullyoon. Yes. She’s not with you anymore, but she wants you to smoke less for your health.

You stop. Not necessarily trying to become healthier, it is for her. It is your way to yearn the lost one by trying to follow her even after she’s disappeared.

You stare at your phone screen, more than a hundred notifications from the same person - as Sullyoon suggested. But you still have to deal with it, so you dial up your girlfriend’s number.

“Hey! Baby~ you finally woke up!” She sounds surprisingly excited and... soft?

“Oh... hey! Yeah... Hangover, you know? Drank a bit too much of Soju with my old brothers last night. Turns out I woke up in one of their living rooms!” You fake an engaging and sincere tone, meanwhile commending your own lie-scripting skills has a huge improvement.

“Aw~ that’s fine, as long as it was not with other girls! You know, I like loyal boys. Hehe.” You don’t know why as much as she tries to be cute, you know she’s just waiting for the right timing to take what she wants from you.

And it is exactly like that.

“Ah don’t worry, we are all guys. Imma, um... ask them if I can take a shower and I’ll head back to my place. Fuck! This hangover is giving me headaches.” You fake another excuse, but the emptiness and hollowness from your voice are not from acting.

“Actually? I wanted you to make a run to the mall! I sent you a picture earlier, a guy in the party bought that to his girlfriend! I want one too! I know you love me and you’re so kind, I’ll be so happy if I can see one waiting for me tomorrow when I’m back!”

Well, turns out a “get well soon” is too much for her to say before asking you to do her another “favor”. You always say yes without hesitation, but this time? Maybe, just maybe. You want to have a choice.

“Oh? Really? I thought you’re coming back today! I already bought that hand cream for ya!” You test the water, but of course you were fucking Sullyoon last night instead of getting the item your girlfriend wanted for her.

“Good. But they extended the party! It’s so fun, me and my besties are having a good time here so why not? This guy’s house is literally like a mansion; he must be so rich.” She sounds more excited by now when she’s talking about the parties.

“Oh! Good to know.” You cut her off before she goes on for another hour just to flex how her besties’ boyfriends spend for them and get everything they wanted. “I’ll DEFINITELY not let you down tomorrow, see you.”

“Uh ok, bye!” Beep.

You smirk, knowing you just had the final straw you need to make a decision. But you look at the ash of the letter paper, knowing the optimal ending is not achievable anymore. At least you are ready to break free.

You open the picture your girlfriend sent you, and of course it is a designer’s purse. And of course, even though price tag is similar to your wage? She’s still comfortable asking for it like you owe her.

You sigh.

Meanwhile, somewhere across the city.

Sullyoon unlocks her apartment door with her shaky fingers. The crisp sound of the key drags her back to reality, only for her to realize her hands are as cold as the metal door handle.

Sullyoon takes off her light jacket and throws it onto the couch. She flicks the switch on and the warm, orange lights shower her bedroom.

Sullyoon sniffs, it smells clean. Too clean. To an extent that a sane person would know she’s lying when she says there are two people living in this room.

She isn’t. Maybe there are SUPPOSED to be two people that are inhabiting in this neat bedroom, preparing for their grand wedding. But there is just Sullyoon herself. She stares at the ring that she put back on while walking out of the hotel room, she gets speechless.

Sullyoon pours herself a cup of water to ease the discomfort for sobbing all the time on her way from the love hotel back to her place. She could’ve called a taxicab, but she ended up walking. Maybe Sullyoon wanted the cool morning air to wake her up from the lucid dream; to be the alarm for her to go back to her life. Maybe.

She reaches out to her phone in her purse, the very same purse she had been using since the first anniversary of you two. You bought her this, she didn’t ask for it. But you gifted it to her regardless because you knew she deserved the best from you.

There is ten digits already entered in the New Contact in the Message menu, but she first calls her fiancé.

As expected, Voicemail.

“Baby, I still have another very important meeting later tonight and my KPI is on the line. I’ll probably just nap at the office; you can lock the door.”

It took another fifteen minutes for the final hammer to slam down onto the table, making the final verdict for Sullyoon.

She takes a deep breath, then her fingers start dancing on the screen of her phone like she has the script ready to go with a relieved smirk on her baby face.

——————

You had been sitting on the floor in the hotel room for an hour already. You stare at the black screen of the TV that you didn’t even turn on. You’re telling yourself that you are just waiting. Waiting for what? You don’t even know.

Maybe you simply need some time to swallow and digest everything. Gotta eat it up even if it gets stuck between your teeth.

“Ding!”

You groan in impatience as your girlfriend seems like she wants to keep pushing you until you send her the receipt of that purse she wants, with whatever French or Italian names on the logo. All looks the same for you though.

Turns out it is very wrong.

And you’re glad that you made the wisest decision of not dismissing this one single notification.

It is a single line of message from a new number. It is just... this new number doesn’t seem quite new to you.

“Coffee? 2. Need to talk. -S.”

Your fingers can’t afford the weight of this message; you let your phone drop to the carpet. You know precisely the meaning of this, every single fucking letter. Your exhausted brain immediately triggers the fight or flight response; doses of adrenaline rush up your spine.

Your feel shivers all over your body.

Sullyoon? More like your savior.

You stare at your tiny phone screen, kneeling on the carpet. You stretch your arms, looking at the ceiling. You feel like Andy Dufresne showering in the rain of freedom after breaking out of the Shawshank and sets himself free.

You almost run a dash to the family-owned coffee two blocks away, she didn’t tell you which place specifically she wants to meet. But? If she is not doing this where the daily coffee date happened back then? You’d rather accept your destiny.

You try to calm yourself down through the adrenaline spike, but you feel the heat in your stomach starts to become unbearable. You take a quick glance at your phone; you have about an hour. Maybe your girlfriend is expecting you to put the address of that luxury mall into the map and get there asap. Instead, you smile at the monitor, with a sense of lightness that you are just excited to pick up again. You don’t need navigation to the place where you truly want to go.

A quick shower and you walk out of the hotel room feeling fresh. You check-out at the front desk, being told by the staff that “a young lady” had paid for your room.

You grin grows even wider; a drop of tear slides down of your face.

You close your eyes, take a deep breath and walk out of the hotel lobby.

The weather doesn’t change magically because Sullyoon shot you a text. You feel the chill morning breeze brushing through your face. Your heart is still pounding in your chest like it is about to break free. You’re not sure if it’ll actually happen – but you clearly know you are ready to tear the cage apart and welcome a new future.

It is indeed inaccurate to say if you have never thought about the “what if” part of the message. Maybe Sullyoon thought about the letter and felt like she should at least give you a proper farewell in-person. Or maybe it is not actually Sullyoon but it is just coincidence that another random person sent a random message to another stranger, and you just happen to be that guy.

You try to draw your attention away from this matter entirely, your feet go on auto-pilot and your gaze lock on to the city skyline under the warm orange sunlight. What a Golden Hour to be alive… even if the ending is not the one you are dreaming of? At the very least, you gained the courage to correct what’s wrong.

You intentionally slowed down, so the usual twenty-minute walk becomes forty. Even so, Sullyoon is already there, at the quiet corner table that you two always picked.

You gulp nervous, not exactly knowing what to feel. So, you take a deep breath and draw a cross in front of your chest. It is time to figure out.

Sullyoon sees you, and she nods at you at peace. She had changed their outfit apparently; her petite frame is now wearing a plain white dress and a straw hat. You remember she wore this exact dress in your first date, in that library.

You sit down at the opposite side, giving her a warm and peaceful smile.

“Su…” You want to say something, only for her to quietly say “Shhh” and her finger is on her pink, pouty lips again.

Sullyoon reaches her right hand forward, the ring is still on her finger, like the final barrier before you can have your destined one into your embrace.

Then, she starts to do something that almost makes you cry on the spot.

Sullyoon starts to slowly remove the engagement ring off her middle finger. Agonizing. Performative. It took her almost an entire minute before she sets it on the wooden table of the coffee shop. She smiles at you, warm and relieved, like the type of smile like she’s finally at peace after getting imprisoned by a toxic relationship.

At this exact moment, your phone rings again. The buzzing sound draws attention from one or two customers nearby, but you know it is the time.

You exaggeratedly put your index finger above your head, and then presses the red button on your monitor for the first time in months.

“Hey!”

“Why did you hang up my call?”

“Where are you”

The triplet of follow-up message arrives at your phone with in ten seconds.

But you hold your phone right before Sullyoon, giving her a knowing smirk.

You then tap your girlfriend’s profile picture.

You go to her contact info.

“BLOCK”

Your shoulders drop, after months of tension and endless control. Sulllyoon stands up from her seat, and so do you. Neither of you said anything since you entered the coffee shop, but it was more than enough. More than enough to reunite two broken souls.

You lean across the table to kiss her cheek, and Sullyoon lets you. A faint shade of pink climbs up to her face, and she is just cute like the first time you met her.

You pull something out of the pocket and just drop them onto the table, before holding Sullyoon’s hand and walking out of the tiny place where the college dates took place.

You feel her cold but soft hands in your palm, maybe sometimes it is easier to go on with less things. The coffee shop owner will find a ring, half pack of cigarettes and a lighter on her table. But she is not the only who needs to take care of her Loss & Found business.

You and Sullyoon too. For losing, but fortunately enough, finding each other back after some messy drama. You know the future is going to be messy, but at least you both have the best partner possible to fight through every step of it. You are pretty sure she knows it too, right as she rests her head on your wide shoulder.

You quitted nicotine.

You challenged the taboos.

You both crossed the forbidden boundary.

All, because you can never quit a girl that you truly love.

Karina turned, a small smirk playing on her lips. Her dark hair cascaded over one shoulder. “Thanks. But I’m tired of being amazing for everyone else right now.” She stepped closer, fingers tracing the collar of your shirt. “I want to be selfish tonight. With you.”

Your pulse jumped. This thing between you had been building for months—stolen glances during van rides, late-night texts, the occasional brush of hands that lingered too long. Tonight felt different. Like she’d finally decided to stop holding back.

She pulled you into a kiss that started soft but quickly turned hungry. Her body pressed against yours, soft curves molding perfectly. You cupped her face, deepening the kiss until she sighed into your mouth. When you broke apart, her eyes were already hazy with want.

“Bedroom,” she whispered.

Clothes came off in a trail across the suite. By the time you reached the king-sized bed, she was in nothing but black lace panties, and you were down to your boxers. Karina pushed you onto your back and climbed on top, straddling your thighs. Her hands slid down your chest as she leaned in for another kiss.

She worked her way lower, kissing and nipping at your skin until she reached the waistband of your boxers. She tugged them down, freeing your cock—already hard and throbbing for her. Karina wrapped her elegant fingers around the base and gave a slow, teasing stroke.

“Been thinking about this,” she murmured, looking up at you through her lashes. She leaned down and took you into her mouth, warm and wet and perfect. Her head bobbed slowly at first, tongue swirling around the head, then faster. The sight of Karina—global it girl—sucking you off like this was almost too much. You groaned, hand gently threading through her hair.

She pulled off for a second, stroking you firmly with her hand while catching her breath. “You’re so big… love how you feel.” Then she was back on it, taking you deeper, jerking the base in time with her mouth until your hips were bucking up involuntarily.

You had to stop her before you finished too soon. “Karina—wait. Want to feel you.”

She smiled, wiping her lips. You flipped her onto her back and kissed down her body, paying special attention to her breasts. They were full and soft, nipples already hard. You sucked one into your mouth while kneading the other, drawing pretty moans from her. Then you positioned your cock between them.

“Fuck my tits,” she said breathlessly, pressing them together around you.

The feeling was incredible—soft, warm flesh enveloping you as you started thrusting. Karina looked up at you, tongue occasionally darting out to lick the tip when it got close to her mouth. You groaned at the sight, hips moving faster, the slick slide driving you crazy. She squeezed tighter, watching your face with dark, satisfied eyes.

“Gonna come if you keep that up,” you warned.

“Do it. On my chest.”

You did, spilling across her tits with a deep groan. She looked stunning covered in you—flushed and breathing hard. You grabbed a warm towel from the bathroom and cleaned her gently, but she pulled you back down before you could finish.

“I need you inside me,” she whispered.

You slid her panties off and spread her legs. She was soaked. You rubbed your cock against her folds before pushing in slowly, savoring every inch. Karina’s back arched, a soft gasp escaping as you bottomed out.

“Move… please.”

You started thrusting, deep and steady. Her legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. The position let you kiss her while you fucked her—messy, open-mouthed kisses that matched the rhythm of your hips. You could feel her tightening around you already.

Switching things up, you pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach. She got on all fours, ass up, looking back at you over her shoulder with that signature Karina confidence mixed with need. You gripped her hips and slid back in, the new angle making her moan louder.

“Harder,” she demanded.

You gave it to her, pounding deep. The sound of skin slapping filled the room. You reached around to rub her clit, and she came hard, clenching around your cock with a cry of your name. You kept going, chasing your own release, then flipped her back over so you could see her face when you finally came inside her, filling her up as she trembled through the aftershocks.

You collapsed beside her, both of you sweaty and spent. Karina curled into your side immediately, head on your chest, one leg thrown over yours.

“Special privilege, huh?” you teased, running fingers through her hair.

She laughed softly, the sound tired but happy. “Only for you. Don’t let it go to your head, manager-nim.”

“Too late.” You kissed the top of her head. “But I’ve got you. Always.”

She hummed contentedly, tracing patterns on your stomach. The city lights twinkled outside while the two of you stayed tangled together, the weight of schedules and cameras forgotten for a few precious hours.

She’s on her knees on the edge of your bed, face pressed into the sheets with her back arched. Your hand is around her throat with her choker still on while your other hand is on her hip and you are behind her. Exuberance overflows from both of you after she showed up two hours ago to supposedly finish her job clean and swift. Now, she is here in the shape you wanted her in, beautifully arched and folded. You’re finishing the job but it’s messy; finishing quick is never an option.

“You motherfucker!”

“Asa, language.”

Her nails are in the mattress and her moans grow louder as you penetrate her lovely paechy little ass. You cannot see her face but you can feel all of her. Lube wasn’t an option so you had to use her slick that doesn’t take long to leak from her tiny tight cunt.

“Who sent you by the way?” An inquiry that you don’t really need an answer to, because you know.

That’s the thing about clairsentients, lying is not an option at all. When you fuck her senseless you know every thought she’s having and obviously she understands yours as well and somehow neither of you has ever gotten used to it.

Retirement surely has made you slow. Days just reading fantasy novels and smut from the hit platform Fanprose have dulled your senses. If sprens were real, the room would be crawling with them, tiny wisps in the wind. Two hours ago you were a sitting duck and you certainly thought it was the end for you, but now she’s the one about to break.

You pull her hips back and slam into her ass deeper. Her whole body jolts forward with the impact. Her knuckles turn white on the sheets, the choker slides half an inch under your fingers, and you drag her back by it. Every stroke chips at her mental wall; oh how the professional is losing herself right now.

She finally confesses and it sounds like a moan mixed in with a curse.

“That piece of shit Prael.” She moans to mask her embarrassment because she knows a career in the intelligence industry won’t be an option anymore for her after this failure.

“MI6? How the hell did they pull that off?”

“They contacted me after learning about our retirement from CIRO—” You increase your pace, cock slamming into her ass violently, her cheeks jiggling like pudding at every impact, and she can’t help but scream out loud—the intensity making her pause. “—and of course after our last job, they didn’t want anyone surviving to tell the tale.”

“So they sent you to end me and eat your own bullet after?”

“Something like that.”

“Are you crazy? You were the Ace in the Hole of CIRO. Such talent will be wasted six feet under.”

“You know flattery doesn’t work on me.”

“It’s not flattery, my Ace-sa, it’s a fact.”

“Stop calling me that! I know you’re just mocking me because you were the true ace.”

You feel her waver, somewhere in the middle of her thoughts; the plan she walked in with is starting to look stupid. Her moans shift and something changes in her rhythm. Her walls are tightening; it almost starts to hurt. You feel her decision before she makes it. She’s let go and is nearing her climax. Prael was wrong about trusting her and this is just going to make him furious after, but you’re ready for that outcome. (Who cares, Asa’s yours. Who else will he send?)

You slow down.

“Don’t stop, you piece of—”

“Language! Say it right.”

“Please. Please make me cum.”

You thrust harder as she claws the sheets. Her back arches so deep you feel her whole body work you. Her choker moves under your fingers with every gasp and you keep going. You keep going until you feel her mind tip over the edge of sanity.

Her body violently shakes as she cums and you follow shortly after. You stay in her as her ass squeezes you through it. Her forehead is on the sheets and she is breathing erratically—unusual for a trained killer, which means all of this is as genuine and as raw as you can get from her.

“You still have that safe house in Kyoto, right?”

“I do.”

“…I hate you.”

“Your words don’t reflect what you really mean.”

“Oh, shut the fuck up. Ace in the hole, you said.”

“I meant it.”

“Then I hope you’re prepared for what’s coming next.”

“Why, what’s coming next?”

She takes a breath. “Let’s just say a certain Agent Ahyeon is supposed to do cleanup.”

You hear the back door open and the air goes thin.

“Fuck.”

Krystal’s eyes meet yours with a familiar possessive gleam.

“I’m home.”

She announces in a playful singsong voice.

“And I brought dessert.”

Winter stands shyly beside her, hands clasped in front of her. Krystal places a hand on the younger idol’s lower back and guides her forward.

“Tell him what you told me in the bathroom earlier, baby.”

Krystal encourages her softly.

Winter bites her lip, glancing at you nervously.

“I… I’ve never done this before. I’m still a…a virgin.”

The confession hangs in the air. You’re not sure how to respond, but slowly it dawns on you what’s about to happen. Krystal smiles, clearly pleased with herself for bringing Winter home to you.

“She admitted it at the after-party. So, I decided our sweet Winter needs a proper first time… with my generous man.”

You set the plates aside. Dinner can wait.

Krystal leads Winter to the spacious living room, sitting her on the wide couch. She turns to you, eyes dark with lust.

“Strip for us.”

You obey, shedding your shirt and pants. Your cock springs free, already hard at the sight and the thought of the two women in front of you. Winter’s eyes widen, lips parting in shock.

“Oh my god…”

She whispers, staring at your cock.

“It’s…big.”

Krystal laughs, reaching out to stroke your length.

“That’s what I told you. The picture doesn’t do it justice, does it?”

You wonder how many pics of your dick Krystal has on her phone. And you’re surprised she’d show them to Winter.

“Don’t worry, baby. You’ll learn to love it.”

She pulls Winter closer. Both women lean in. Krystal starts first, licking a slow stripe up the underside of your shaft before taking you into her warm mouth with. Winter watches, mesmerized, until Krystal pulls back and guides the younger girl’s head forward.

“Try it. Just the tip at first.”

Winter’s soft lips part. She takes the head of your cock into her mouth, sucking tentatively. The sensation is incredible. Her inexperience makes every movement eager and curious. Krystal joins her, their tongues sliding along your length, occasionally meeting in sloppy, wet kisses around your cock.

You groan, threading your fingers through both women’s hair. Winter grows bolder, taking more of you, gagging softly when you hit the back of her throat. Krystal praises her constantly.

“Good girl… look how well you’re taking him. You’re going to feel so full when he fucks you.”

The dual blowjob is heavenly. Their combined saliva drips down your shaft as they work together. Krystal deepthroats you effortlessly while Winter focuses on the head and balls, licking and sucking with wide-eyed fascination.

After several minutes, Krystal stands and helps Winter out of her gown. The metallic fabric pools at her feet, revealing smooth, pale skin and small breasts. Krystal sheds her own dress, leaving both women naked.

“On the couch, Winter. Legs open for him.”

Winter lies back, spreading her thighs shyly. Her pussy is pink and glistening. Krystal kneels beside her, stroking Winter’s hair. You position yourself between Winter’s legs, rubbing the head of your cock against her slick folds. She whimpers, eyes locked on where you’re about to enter her.

“Relax, baby.”

Krystal coos, leaning down to kiss Winter softly.

“He’s going to make you feel so good.”

You push in slowly. Winter gasps, back arching as her tight virgin pussy stretches around your thickness.

“Ah-! It’s too big…daddy, it’s stretching me-”

The word slips out in her overwhelmed state, making Krystal smirk and you hesitate. You keep pushing until you’re halfway in, giving her time to adjust. Winter’s eyes are wide with that shock of seeing you stretch her open, breathing fast, her cheeks a deep pink after that slip up.

Krystal reaches down and rubs Winter’s clit in slow circles.

“Breathe. Let him in. You’re doing so well for us.”

You thrust deeper, bottoming out with a groan at her incredible tightness. Winter cries out, nails digging into your hands that hold her thighs apart. The feeling of her impossibly tight walls contracting around you is addictive. You start moving with slow, deep strokes that make her moan beautifully.

Krystal watches with dark satisfaction, whispering encouragement.

“Fuck her harder. She can take it. Ruin that pretty little virgin pussy for me.”

You pick up speed, thrusting harder. Winter’s moans grow louder, her body rocking beneath you. Krystal leans in and sucks on Winter’s nipple, heightening her pleasure. The younger girl cums suddenly, her first orgasm that she didn’t have to work for herself, clenching violently around your cock with a broken cry.

You don’t stop. You flip Winter onto her hands and knees, entering her from behind. Krystal positions herself in front of Winter, sitting on the backrest, guiding the girl’s face between her thighs. While you pound Winter from behind, she eagerly eats Krystal out, muffled moans vibrating against the older woman.

“Such a good girl.”

Krystal praises, stroking Winter’s hair.

“Taking his cock so well.”

You grip Winter’s hips and fuck her thoroughly, deep and relentless. The sound of skin slapping fills the room. Krystal looks at you over Winter’s back.

“Cum inside her. Fill our little virgin up.”

The words push you over. You bury yourself deep and unload, pumping thick ropes of cum into Winter’s spasming pussy. She cums again with you, whimpering into Krystal’s pussy.

You pull out, watching your cum drip from her used hole. But you’re not done.

Krystal helps Winter onto her back again. This time, Krystal straddles Winter’s face, grinding down while you slide back into the younger girl’s cum-filled pussy. You fuck her, hard and possessive, while Krystal rides her tongue.

Winter is a trembling, overwhelmed mess, completely lost in pleasure between the two of you. When you cum for a second time, you pull out quick enough to spray your seed over both their bodies, painting the two of the with your cum as Krystal grinds through her own orgasm. The older of the two got most of her share on her stomach, while the other has her small tits covered

Winter lies between you and Krystal as your spent cock rests atop her tight tummy, breathing heavily, body marked and leaking your cum. Krystal climbs off and kisses her forehead tenderly.

“You did so well, baby.”

Then she looks at you with a pleased, but hungry smile.

“Let me show you how well I can take his cock.”

Winter glances up at you, then Krystal. Curiosity sparkling in her eyes.

“Can…can…I try again later too?”

You’re in full prone bone position, your chest pressed against her back, hips flush against her round ass, cock buried deep inside her dripping cunt. The angle is deep. Every slow, heavy thrust makes her body sink further into the bed as you grind against her.

“Fuck… baby.”

You groan into her ear. Rolling your hips, you push your cock even deeper into her tight heat.

“You feel so fucking good like this.”

Sohee whimpers, her fingers clutching the sheets.

“Ahh… oppa… it’s so deep…”

Her voice is muffled against the mattress. Her pussy clenches hard around your shaft as you slowly pull back and drive in again. Those hard, long strokes make her ass jiggle softly with every impact.

You slide one arm under her chest, wrapping it around her soft tits and pulling her upper body slightly up against you while your other hand grips her slim waist. The new leverage lets you fuck her harder with deep, possessive thrusts that make the bed creak beneath you.

Sohee’s moans grow louder and needier. Her tight little pussy gets wetter with every stroke, coating your cock and dripping down onto the sheets. Her ass feels perfect against your pelvis. Big, soft, round, and warm as you pound into her. You lean down and kiss the side of her neck, then gently bite her shoulder as you start fucking her with more force. The wet sound of your cock sliding in and out of her soaked cunt fills the room.

“Mmm-! Harder… please…”

Sohee begs, pushing her ass back against you as much as she can in this pinned position.

“Fuck me harder, oppa…”

You growl softly and give her exactly what she wants. Your hips snap forward faster, driving your cock into her pussy with deep, relentless strokes. The position lets you completely dominate her, your weight pressing her down, your cock reaching places that make her tremble and whimper uncontrollably beneath you.

Sohee’s legs kick weakly against the mattress, toes curling as pleasure overwhelms her. Her soft ass cushions your hips as you grind against her. Just as you start picking up the pace even further, thrusting harder into her wet heat-

Ding-dong

The doorbell rings through the apartment.

Both of you freeze instantly. Your cock is still buried deep inside her, throbbing against her walls. Sohee’s breath catches in her throat. You wait a few seconds, hoping whoever it is will go away. When nothing happens, you slowly start moving again with gentle, shallow thrusts, trying not to make too much noise as you stay buried in her pussy.

Sohee whimpers. Her voice is shaky with both pleasure and disappointment.

“O-oppa… stop… please…”

She manages, even as her pussy clenches around you involuntarily.

The doorbell rings again. It sounds louder and more impatient this time.

You groan in frustration, hips still pressed tightly against her ass. Neither of you moves. Your cock twitches inside her, desperate to keep going.

Ding-dong

A third, longer ring echoes through the apartment and Sohee lets out a soft, frustrated sigh.

“We… we have to get the door…”

You sigh as well and lean down, pressing one last tender kiss to the back of her head, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair.

“Fuck… okay.”

You slowly pull your cock out of her pussy, watching as her tight hole clenches around nothing. Sohee lets out a soft, needy whine at the sudden emptiness. Then, she pushes herself up on shaky arms and quickly adjusts her dress, pulling it back down over her ass and thighs. Her cheeks are flushed, hair slightly messy, and her legs look unsteady as she stands up. You quickly pull your pants back on, still painfully hard and frustrated. The two of you walk toward the front door together, Sohee trying to fix her hair with her fingers while you stay close behind her.

Whoever is at the door better have a damn good reason for interrupting.

The moment the door swings open, you both see Yoohyeon standing there. Sohee’s cousin. She looks absolutely devastated. Her eyes are red and puffy, fresh tears streaming down her cheeks. Her usual bright aura is completely gone. She’s still in her practice clothes, hair slightly messy, shoulders slumped.

“Sohee-ya…”

Yoohyeon’s voice cracks as soon as she sees her cousin.

Sohee’s eyes widen in shock.

“Unnie?! What happened?!”

You take a few steps back instinctively, giving them space. Your cock is still painfully hard in your pants, throbbing from being buried inside Sohee just moments ago. You were really hoping this would be a quick interruption so you could get right back to fucking her senseless… but judging by Yoohyeon’s face, that’s clearly not happening.

“I’ll get you some water.”

You mutter quietly, excusing yourself and heading toward the kitchen. You keep one ear open as you grab a glass and fill it with cold water. From the entrance, you hear Yoohyeon’s broken voice.

“I… I caught him cheating.”

She sobs into Sohee’s arms.

“I came home early from practice and he was… he was in our bed with another girl. I just… I left. I didn’t know where else to go…”

“Oh my god, unnie…”

Sohee’s voice is full of sympathy. You hear her pulling Yoohyeon into a tighter hug.

“Come here… I’m so sorry. That bastard. Are you okay?”

You walk back from the kitchen with the glass of water just as Sohee gently leads a crying Yoohyeon toward the living room couch. Sohee has her arm wrapped comfortingly around her taller cousin’s shoulders, rubbing her back.

Yoohyeon sits down heavily on the couch, still sniffling. Sohee sits right beside her, holding her hand. You quietly place the glass of water on the coffee table in front of them. Yoohyeon gives you a weak, teary-eyed nod of thanks, but she’s clearly too emotional to say much.

Sohee glances at you for a brief second - a mix of apology and lingering heat in her eyes - before turning her full attention back to her cousin.

“It’s going to be okay, unnie.”

She says, stroking Yoohyeon’s hair.

“You can stay here as long as you need. We’ve got you.”

Yoohyeon leans against Sohee’s shoulder, fresh tears falling.

“I feel so stupid… I really loved him…”

You stand awkwardly a few steps away, but then glance toward the entrance and notice a medium-sized suitcase sitting by the door. Yoohyeon must have brought it with her. Not wanting to just stand there awkwardly while the two cousins talk, you quietly pick it up and carry it down the hallway to the guest room. You set the suitcase neatly beside the bed, giving them some privacy. When you return to the living room, the atmosphere is heavy with emotion.

Sohee is still sitting close to Yoohyeon on the couch, one arm wrapped around her cousin’s shoulders. She’s speaking in the sweetest, softest voice, gently stroking Yoohyeon’s hair and rubbing her back.

“It’s not your fault, unnie. He’s the idiot who ruined everything. You deserve so much better… You’re beautiful, talented, and kind. He never deserved you.”

But when Sohee briefly glances up at you, her eyes tell a completely different story. There’s clear, burning anger in them. A sharp, protective fury directed at Yoohyeon’s now ex-boyfriend. Her jaw is slightly clenched even as she keeps her voice gentle and comforting for her cousin.

Yoohyeon keeps sniffling, fresh tears soaking into Sohee’s shoulder as she clings to her.

“I just… I thought he loved me…”

You stay quiet, standing a respectful distance away. Sohee continues consoling her for several more minutes until Yoohyeon’s sobs slowly start to ease. Her crying turns into soft, tired sniffles. Sohee gently wipes the tears from Yoohyeon’s cheeks with her thumb and offers a warm smile.

“Unnie… how about you take a nice hot shower? Wash all of today off. Then we can go out and eat something good. My treat. We can talk more, or just eat and forget about that trash for a while. What do you think?”

Yoohyeon nods weakly, managing a small, grateful smile.

“…Okay. Thank you, Sohee-ya. I’m sorry for showing up like this…”

“Don’t apologize.”

Sohee says, hugging her again.

“You’re family. You can come here anytime.”

Yoohyeon slowly gets up and heads toward the bathroom, still looking drained. Sohee watches her go with concerned eyes before turning back to you.

The moment Yoohyeon disappears down the hallway, Sohee lets out a long, frustrated sigh. The sweet expression she wore for her cousin vanishes, replaced by visible irritation. She looks at you, biting her lip, clearly still worked up from both the interrupted sex and her cousin’s situation.

The second Yoohyeon closes the bathroom door behind her, Sohee snaps. Her eyes blaze with a mix of frustration and raw lust. Before you can even say anything, she pushes you hard toward the armchair. You stumble back and drop into it, and Sohee immediately climbs on top of you, straddling your lap. Her dress rides up her thighs as she yanks your pants down just enough to free your hard cock. Without a single word, she grabs your shaft, lines it up with her soaked pussy, and sinks down hard.

“Fuck-”

You groan as her tight heat engulfs you completely. Sohee doesn’t ease into it. She starts riding you immediately, fast and aggressive, slamming herself down onto your cock with unusual force. Her hips snap violently, taking every inch of you again and again. The armchair creaks under the rough rhythm.

It doesn’t take long before the anger fully takes over. Her riding turns savage. It’s now hard, angry bounces that make her ass slap against your thighs.

You groan too.

Slap!

Sohee’s hand connects sharply with your cheek. Her eyes are dark and commanding as she snarls right in your face.

“Shut the fuck up.”

You swallow the next moan, heart racing. You don’t mind this side of her at all. Not when she’s using your cock like this to vent her rage. Her tight pussy squeezes you mercilessly as she rides you even harder, grinding and bouncing with pure aggression.

But Sohee can’t stay completely quiet either. Soft, angry moans and heavy breaths start slipping from her lips despite her best efforts. She presses her lips together tightly, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she tries to hold back her sounds. Her nails dig into your shoulders through your shirt as she fucks herself on your cock.

“Sohee… slow down a little-”

She leans in fast and sinks her teeth into your earlobe, biting hard enough to make you hiss.

“Be quiet.”

You can barely hear the sound of the running shower over Sohee’s heavy breathing and the wet sounds of her pussy sliding up and down your cock. She keeps destroying herself on you, chasing her own release while using you to take out her anger at her cousin’s ex. Her hot breath fans against your ear with every moan she fails to hold back. Her tight walls flutter and clench around you as she rides you like she’s trying to break you.

Her hips keep slamming down onto you with raw, desperate force, riding your cock like she’s trying to punish it. Her tight pussy grips you harder as she grinds and bounces with furious need. You can feel her getting closer. Her walls flutter aggressively around your shaft.

And you’re right there with her. Your hands dig into her ass, helping her move faster as the pressure builds rapidly in your core. Both of you are breathing hard, trying desperately to stay quiet with Yoohyeon just down the hall in the shower.

Sohee suddenly leans forward and sinks her teeth into your shoulder, biting down hard through your shirt to muffle the loud moan threatening to escape her. The sharp pain only turns you on more. You bite your own lip, stifling your own groans as your cock throbs violently inside her.

Then it hits both of you at the same time. Sohee’s pussy clenches tightly around your cock as she cums, her whole body shaking on top of you. Her walls milk you rhythmically, squeezing and pulsing as if trying to drain you completely. You thrust up into her one last time and explode, pumping thick ropes of cum deep into her cunt. You fill her up to the brim, groaning into her hair as you empty everything you have inside her.

For a few long seconds, the only sounds are your heavy breathing and the faint noise of the shower running. Sohee slowly lifts her head from your shoulder, her face flushed and eyes slightly dazed. She looks at you with a mix of satisfaction and guilt.

“I’m sorry…”

She whispers, still sitting on your cock.

“I couldn’t hold back.”

You shake your head, still catching your breath.

“It’s okay.”

But Sohee shakes her head, looking genuinely apologetic.

“No… I’m sorry that we won’t have as much intimacy now that Yoohyeon unnie is here. She needs me right now, and I…”

You reach up and gently cup her cheek.

“Hey, it’s really okay. The most important thing right now is that Yoohyeon feels better. We can be patient.”

Sohee’s expression softens. She leans in and kisses you deeply, her lips lingering against yours for a long moment.

“Thank you.”

She shifts slightly and winces.

“Ah… your cum is leaking out.”

With a small, embarrassed laugh, Sohee carefully lifts herself off your cock. A thick trickle of your cum drips from her pussy down her inner thigh. She quickly pulls her dress back into place, trying to clean herself up as best as she can with her hand.

She gives you one last soft smile before standing up on slightly shaky legs.

“I should put on some underwear before we go out.”

You slowly wake up in your bed, blinking against the morning light filtering through the curtains. It’s been exactly one week since Yoohyeon showed up crying at your door. And it’s been one of the most sexually frustrating weeks of your entire life.

You stretch your arms, feeling the familiar ache of unmet need between your legs. Your cock is already half-hard just from the thoughts running through your head.

The situation with Yoohyeon has been… challenging.

She hasn’t been home that often, which is the only thing keeping you sane. Most days she leaves early for intense workouts or long practice sessions at the company, trying to burn off the pain from her breakup. But whenever she is home… she makes it incredibly difficult.

Yoohyeon has apparently decided that “comfortable” clothing means as little fabric as possible.

Just two days ago you walked into the kitchen in the morning and found her standing there in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and a pair of tiny black panties. The shirt barely covered her ass, and when she reached up for something in the cabinet, you got a full view of her long legs and the underside of her chest. She didn’t even flinch when she noticed you. She just smiled sleepily and said good morning like it was completely normal.

Because you’re Sohee’s boyfriend, she seems to trust you completely. There’s zero shame in her eyes when you accidentally walk in on her half-dressed. That trust somehow makes it even worse. If she was actively teasing you, at least you could feel guilty about looking. But she’s just… comfortable. Natural. And that makes staring at her tall, toned, incredibly sexy body feel like torture.

On top of that, your sex life with Sohee has taken a serious hit. The two of you have only managed to sneak in quick, quiet sessions twice in the past week. No more rough fucking in the middle of your apartment. Just careful, hushed sex when Yoohyeon is either asleep or out.

You shuffle out of the bedroom still half asleep, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. Your hair is messy. Your eyes are barely open. And your morning wood is straining against the fabric. The apartment is quiet. Sohee left early for her schedule. She’d kissed your cheek and whispered goodbye before slipping out. The door to Yoohyeon’s guest room is wide open. She must have left for practice or the gym already.

You yawn and start heading toward the kitchen for some water when your phone vibrates in your hand. You unlock it and nearly drop the phone.

Sohee sent you three new pictures.

The first one shows her in a tight red off-shoulder top and jeans, looking over her shoulder with a seductive little smirk, her waist and hips on full display. The second is a close-up of her face, finger on her lips, eyes full of mischief. The third is her posing playfully, midriff exposed, that little silver chain around her waist catching the light.

“I miss having you inside my ass every night, oppa…”

Your cock twitches hard. The frustration of the past week hits you even harder. All those interrupted moments, quiet quickies, and having to hold back because Yoohyeon is staying here… it’s been driving you insane.

You don’t even make it to the kitchen. You stumble over to the couch and drop down. You pull your boxers down just enough for your throbbing cock to spring free. You open Sohee’s pictures again and wrap your hand around your shaft. Your mind floods with memories. How tight and hot her ass always feels. The way she moans when you stretch her open. How she pushes back against you when you fuck her deep.

Your hand moves faster. You stare at the picture of her ass in those tight jeans and imagine pulling them down, spreading her cheeks, and sliding your cock into that perfect, tight little hole. The way she always whimpers and clenches around you when you’re buried balls-deep in her ass…

“Fuck… Sohee…”

You groan, stroking harder now.

Your hips start bucking slightly into your fist as you lose yourself in the fantasy, remembering how she used to beg you to cum inside her ass, how she’d squeeze so perfectly around you when she came.

In your head, she’s bouncing on your cock in reverse, her tight hole swallowing every inch as her ass ripples with every drop. You can almost feel how hot and snug she is, how she clenches around you when she gets close.

Your hand strokes faster, your groans filling the quiet living room as you chase the fantasy. Your head rolls back against the couch, eyes half-closed, lost in the memory of how her ass used to milk you every night before Yoohyeon moved in.

You let out a low, needy groan-

A soft gasp on your left.

Your head snaps to the side.

Yoohyeon

She’s standing there frozen in the hallway entrance, wearing a blue cropped zip-up jacket and tiny denim shorts. Her eyes are wide, mouth hanging open in shock as she stares directly at your hand furiously stroking your hard cock in the middle of the living room.

For a split second, time seems to stop.

Yoohyeon’s gaze flicks from your face, down to your exposed cock, and back up again. Her cheeks flush bright red, but she doesn’t immediately look away. She just stands there, stunned.

You freeze mid-stroke, heart hammering in your chest, cock still twitching in your grip.

For several long, agonizing seconds, neither of you moves or speaks.

Then Yoohyeon’s eyes flick up to your face again. Her lips move like she wants to say something, but no words come out. She swallows visibly. Then her gaze drops back down to your cock for a brief moment before snapping back up again.

“I… I thought you left with Sohee…”

She finally whispers. Her hands fidget nervously at her sides.

You quickly try to pull your boxers up, but it’s far too late. She’s already seen everything.

“I’m… fuck, I’m sorry.”

You stammer, face burning with embarrassment. Your heart is pounding so hard you can hear it in your ears.

“I didn’t know you were still home.”

Yoohyeon bites her lower lip, looking incredibly flustered. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, but she still hasn’t turned away or walked back to her room. The silence stretches again. Your cock twitches in your lap, still painfully hard. Yoohyeon’s eyes drop to it once more. She quickly looks away, but not before you catch the way her thighs press together.

“I should… I should go.”

She mumbles, but her feet don’t move. Her voice is a shaky mix of embarrassment and something else. The air feels thick with tension. The images of Sohee are still open on your phone, lying on the couch beside you. Yoohyeon’s eyes flick toward the screen for a split second before returning to you. She looks torn between bolting back to her room and staying right where she is.

“I’m really sorry.”

You say again.

“I thought I was alone. Sohee left early and the door to your room was open so I assumed…”

Yoohyeon swallows hard, cheeks still burning.

“It’s… it’s okay. I didn’t mean to walk in on you. I just forgot my charger and…”

Her eyes flick down to your cock again for a second before she forces them back up to your face.

You should cover up. You know you should. But the way she’s looking at you - flustered, curious, and clearly turned on - makes you hesitate.

“It’s been… a really long time for me.”

She admits quietly, almost like she can’t stop the words from coming out.

“Since my ex… I haven’t had sex in months. And even before that… I didn’t feel desired. He barely touched me toward the end.”

Her voice cracks slightly as she continues.

“I thought I was over it, but walking in on you like this… seeing you so hard and horny… it just reminds me how long it’s been since anyone wanted me like that.”

Your hand slowly moves back to your cock without you thinking about it. You wrap your fingers around the shaft and give it a slow stroke, right in front of her. Yoohyeon’s eyes widen as she watches you, but she still doesn’t turn away.

Your gaze travels shamelessly over her body. The cropped jacket hugs her chest. Her toned stomach is on display. Those tiny denim shorts barely cover her long legs and perfect ass. She looks incredibly hot standing there.

Yoohyeon’s breathing quickens. Her thighs press together as she watches your hand move up and down your cock, her eyes dark with a mix of shock and undeniable arousal.

“You look really good right now.”

You say quietly, still stroking.

“Really fucking sexy.”

“I… I can’t believe you’re so hard right now… for me.”

Her gaze stays fixed on your throbbing cock.

“Of course I am. You have an amazing body, Yoohyeon. Look at you… so fucking hot.”

She blushes deeply. Then she glances away for a second, suddenly self-conscious.

“Sohee probably has a better body than me…”

“Your body is just as amazing as Sohee’s.”

Yoohyeon glances at you, a shy but pleased smile tugging at her lips. The compliment seems to boost her confidence, even though her cheeks are still burning red.

She steps a little closer. Her eyes drop to your cock again as you continue jerking off to her.

“I… I can’t stop looking at it.”

She admits in a hushed, embarrassed voice.

“I know.”

You reply with a small smirk.

“You’ve been staring.”

Yoohyeon blushes even harder, but she doesn’t deny it. Instead, she moves closer until she’s standing right in front of you. Then, slowly, she lowers herself down until she’s kneeling between your legs, her face now level with your throbbing cock.

“It looks even bigger from this angle…”

Her warm breath ghosts over the sensitive head of your cock, making it twitch hard in your hand. You can feel the heat of her exhale on your skin.

“Yoohyeon… are you sure about this?”

She looks up at you from between your legs. Her big eyes are shiny with hesitation and desire. Her cheeks are flushed a deep pink. After a moment, she shyly nods.

“I… I want it really bad right now. And… it’s not like you’d be cheating if I just give you head, right?”

You open your mouth to respond - you’re not entirely sure her logic holds up - but before you can form a single word, Yoohyeon leans forward and wraps her soft, warm lips around the head of your cock. She starts her blowjob slow, caressing your cock with loving licks.

A few minutes later, Yoohyeon rises from her knees. She climbs onto your lap, straddling you on the couch. Her legs settle on either side of your thighs as she sits down, pressing her body against yours. The heat of her core radiates through her shorts as she settles right on top of your throbbing, saliva-slick cock. She looks down at you, cheeks flushed, clearly nervous but excited. She reaches down between your bodies and gently guides your slick cock between her warm, thick thighs, pressing them tightly together.

The moment her soft, smooth flesh envelops your shaft, you let out a deep, involuntary moan.

“Fuck… Yoohyeon…”

Her thighs are incredibly soft yet toned. Years of dancing and working out has given them that perfect plush thickness. The heat radiating from her skin combined with how tightly she squeezes them around your cock feels heavenly. Your hands instinctively move to her thighs, gripping and kneading the soft flesh. Your fingers sink into her skin as you squeeze and caress them, completely mesmerized.

Yoohyeon lets out a shaky moan, biting her lip.

“I’m… I’m getting so wet. Just from how much you love my body… it turns me on so much.”

Because of the slightly awkward angle on the couch, you can’t thrust properly between her thighs. Instead, Yoohyeon starts grinding against you. She rolls her hips slowly at first, then with more need. Her thick thighs slide up and down your cock while the rough fabric of her denim shorts rubs against the top of your shaft at the same time. The contrast is overwhelming. The silky softness of her inner thighs hugging and caressing the sides of your cock, while the coarse denim drags teasingly along the top.

Your head spins from the sensation.

Every grind makes her shorts press down harder, the seam rubbing right against your sensitive skin as her warm thighs squeeze you tighter. You can feel how wet she’s getting. The heat from her core soaks through the thin denim as she grinds harder, chasing her own pleasure while pleasuring you. She leans forward, pressing her chest against yours as she continues rolling her hips, sliding her thighs along your throbbing cock.

“Does it feel good…? My thighs…?”

“Yes…”

You groan, hands still gripping and kneading her thick, soft thighs.

“It feels fucking amazing…”

Yoohyeon keeps grinding on you, rolling her hips in slow, needy circles. The combination of her warm thighs squeezing your cock and the rough denim rubbing against you is driving you crazy.

“I can almost feel your pussy through your shorts.”

Yoohyeon gasps at your words, her hips stuttering for a moment. Then she looks down at you with hungry eyes.

“We could… get even closer.”

Her voice trembles with arousal.

“You could rub your cock against my bare pussy…”

She pauses, breath hitching as she adds in a shy but desperate tone:

“And if it slips in… it slips in.”

Your heart hammers in your chest. Yoohyeon is already reaching down, hooking her fingers into the waistband of her tiny shorts, ready to pull them down and wiggle them off her hips.

But suddenly, a brutal wave of guilt crashes over you like ice water.

“What the fuck am I doing?”

This is Sohee’s cousin. You’re in a relationship with Sohee. You live together. She trusts you. And here you are, letting her heartbroken cousin grind on your cock and offer to let you fuck her.

It’s wrong. So fucking wrong.

“Wait-Yoohyeon, stop.”

You say, grabbing her wrists before she can pull her shorts down any further. She freezes, looking at you with wide, confused eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

The guilt twists in your stomach.

“This is wrong. I can’t do this. I can’t cheat on Sohee… especially not with you.”

Yoohyeon stays still on your lap for a moment, her face flushed. She looks disappointed, embarrassed, and still visibly aroused, but she doesn’t argue. She slowly releases the waistband of her shorts and sits back a little. Her shoulders slump and her lower lip juts out in a huge pout as she looks at you with hurt eyes.

“…Then why did you call me hot? Why did you say all those things about my body if you don’t actually want me?”

You shake your head quickly.

“That’s not it at all, Yoohyeon. You are hot. Really fucking hot. Your body is incredible. But this… this is about me and Sohee. I can’t do this to her. Especially not with you. You’re her cousin. It’s wrong.”

You keep trying to explain, but even after you run out of words, Yoohyeon still looks like she’s taking it personally. Her eyes are glassy as she slowly climbs off your lap. She stands there for a second, then lets out a quiet, defeated sigh.

“Okay…”

She turns and walks toward her guest room, her steps shaky and unsteady. Her back looks tense, and you can see her shoulders trembling slightly as she disappears down the hallway.

The moment her door clicks shut, you groan and slump back against the couch, running a hand through your hair.

“What the fuck did I just do?”

You were so close. Sohee’s incredibly hot cousin was on your lap, thighs wrapped around your cock, offering you her pussy… and your stupid conscience ruined everything. Your cock is still hard, slick with her saliva, throbbing painfully in the open air.

Your mind starts racing, desperately trying to justify what just happened - and what you almost did.

“She’s been heartbroken for a week… Wouldn’t it actually be helping her if I fucked her ex out of her system? She clearly needs to feel desired again… Maybe Sohee would even understand in this situation…?”

The denied pleasure and frustration from the entire week surge up again, clouding your judgment. Your cock twitches hard at the thought of Yoohyeon’s thick thighs and tight body. Before you can talk yourself out of it, you stand up and start walking toward her room.

You push open the door without knocking. The sight that greets you makes your cock twitch. Yoohyeon is lying completely naked on her bed, legs spread wide. One hand is between her thighs, two fingers buried deep in her pussy as she pumps them slowly. Her other hand is covering her mouth, but it’s not enough to hide the mix of soft, desperate moans and quiet sniffles escaping her.

She’s visibly turned on - her pussy is soaked, juices coating her fingers and dripping down to the sheets - but she also looks heartbroken. Tears cling to her lashes as she fingers herself, clearly trying to deal with the rejection and her own overwhelming arousal at the same time.

The moment you step inside, her eyes snap open. She freezes, fingers still buried inside herself.

For a second, neither of you moves.

Then you climb onto the bed, crawling between her toned legs. Yoohyeon’s breath hitches as you grab her thighs and push them further apart. Without saying a word, you lean down and drag your tongue slowly up her soaked slit.

“Ahh-!”

Yoohyeon’s hips jerk.

You don’t hold back. You bury your face between her thick thighs and devour her pussy, licking, sucking, and tongue-fucking her with raw hunger. You focus on her clit, sucking it between your lips while sliding two fingers inside her tight, dripping hole.

Yoohyeon goes crazy almost instantly.

“Oh my god-! Oppa-!”

She moans, one hand flying to your hair, gripping it tightly. Her hips buck wildly against your face as she grinds her soaked cunt against your tongue. Her sniffles turn into full, needy cries of pleasure.

“Fuck-! Yes-!”

Her thighs tremble around your head, squeezing you as you eat her out. You lick every drop of her wetness, curling your fingers inside her to hit that sensitive spot while your tongue flicks rapidly over her clit. Yoohyeon’s back arches off the bed, her free hand clutching the sheets as broken, desperate moans spill from her lips. Her pussy clenches hard around your fingers. She looks completely lost, tears still in her eyes from earlier, but now her face is twisted in overwhelming pleasure as you devour her dripping cunt.

“You taste amazing.”

Your voice sounds muffled to you because you speak right into her pussy and your ears are covered by her thighs.

“So fucking sweet…”

Yoohyeon whimpers, her thighs trembling around your head as she grinds against your mouth.

Then, in a shaky, desperate voice, she says something that makes you pause.

“You… you can put your cock in my ass if you want…”

She breathes, cheeks burning red.

“If putting it in my pussy feels like cheating… then my ass is okay, right? I know you and Sohee do a lot of anal…”

You lift your head from between her legs, looking up at her flushed face in surprise. Her eyes are glassy with lust and lingering sadness.

“I’m sorry…”

She continues softly, biting her lip.

“I probably cost you so many orgasms this week by staying here. You must be so frustrated…”

You stare at her for a moment. Your cock is aching, still slick from her earlier blowjob.

“If it’s really okay with you…then yes.”

Yoohyeon nods quickly, her expression a mix of nervousness and clear need.

“It’s okay. I want it. I want to feel you… please.”

You pull back, giving her room. Without hesitation, Yoohyeon rolls onto her back and smoothly pulls her long legs up and back. She folds herself in half, hooking her arms behind her knees and spreading them wide apart until her thighs are pressed against her shoulders.

Your breath catches. She looks absolutely incredible like this. Incredibly flexible, her toned body bent and fully exposed. Her soaked pussy and tight pink asshole are completely on display, glistening and twitching under your gaze.

“Fuck, Yoohyeon…You look fantastic. I didn’t know you were this flexible.”

She blushes deeply but keeps her feet next to her head, breathing shakily as she presents herself to you.

You uncap the bottle of lube you just got from the bedroom and pour a generous amount directly over her exposed pussy and asshole. The clear liquid drips down her folds and over her tight hole, making everything shiny and slippery. You add even more, making sure she’s thoroughly coated. Then you squeeze some lube onto your own cock, stroking yourself a few times to spread it evenly.

You step closer and slide your slick, lubed-up cock between her glistening pussy lips, not pushing inside, just gliding slowly up and down through her soaked folds. The heat of her pussy feels incredible against your shaft as you rub the underside of your cock along her slit, coating yourself in her juices and the lube.

Yoohyeon lets out a broken whimper, her body trembling in the folded position.

“Ahh… oppa…”

Her eyes flutter open and closed as your cock teases her dripping entrance without penetrating her.

You slide your lubed cock up and down between her glistening folds one last time, teasing her soaked pussy, before finally moving lower. You press the swollen head of your cock against her tight asshole. Yoohyeon’s breath catches. She closes her eyes tightly, her forehead furrowing in concentration as she tries to relax and take you.

You push forward slowly. The sheer amount of lube makes it significantly easier. Her tight ring of muscle gradually stretches around your thick head, allowing you to sink in. Yoohyeon lets out a shaky, strained whimper, her folded body tensing beneath you. You stop once you’re about halfway inside her ass, giving her time to adjust. The heat and tightness around your cock are overwhelming.

After a few moments, you start moving with slow, gentle, shallow strokes. You only fuck her with the first half of your cock, pulling back until just the head remains inside before sliding back in again.

“Ahh… fuck…”

Yoohyeon moans, eyes still squeezed shut. Her voice trembles with a mix of discomfort and pleasure as her ass slowly gets used to the intrusion.

“It’s so big…”

You keep the pace slow and careful, savoring the incredible tightness of her ass. Every shallow thrust makes her whimper and moan, her folded legs trembling in the air. Her pussy continues to drip with arousal, the lube and her juices making everything messy and slick. You grip her thighs for support, watching intently as your cock disappears halfway into her tightest hole again and again. Yoohyeon’s breathing gradually becomes heavier. Her whimpers slowly turn into longer, needier moans as her body starts to relax and accept you.

You grip Yoohyeon’s thighs tighter and start pushing deeper. Your cock sinks further into her tight ass with each thrust. The excessive lube makes the slide smoother. Yoohyeon’s mouth falls open in a silent cry at first, then she lets out a loud, broken moan as you bury more of your length inside her.

You gradually pick up the pace, fucking her harder. The wet, filthy sound of your hips slapping against her lubed-up ass starts echoing through the quiet apartment.

“Ahh-! Oppa-!”

Yoohyeon cries out, her voice getting louder and more desperate. Her folded body shakes with every thrust as you drive deeper into her ass.

The more you fuck her, the messier it gets. The clear lube mixes with her natural juices and turns creamy white from the friction. Every time you pull back, thick strings of the creamy mixture stretch between your hips and her ass, only to break and smear across her ass cheeks when you thrust back in.

You start pounding her harder, the plap plap plap sounds growing louder and more obscene as you bury nearly your entire cock inside her tight ass with every stroke. Yoohyeon’s moans turn into shameless, high-pitched cries that fill the room.

“Fuck-! It’s so deep-! Ahh-!”

Her pussy continues to drip and clench visibly above where your cock is stretching her asshole. Her legs tremble in the air as she takes every deep thrust, her eyes glassy with overwhelming pleasure.

The creamy lube coats both of you now, smeared across her ass, dripping down to her pussy, and covering the base of your cock. Long, sticky strings keep connecting your bodies with every pull back, making the sight even filthier.

You grip her thighs hard and fuck Yoohyeon’s tight ass with deep, steady strokes, the creamy lube making every movement slick and messy. Her moans grow louder and more desperate as you stretch her open. But on one particularly hard thrust, your cock slips out of her loosened hole completely. The slick head drags heavily upward through her soaked pussy lips, gliding between her dripping folds.

Yoohyeon gasps sharply, her entire body jerking at the sudden sensation.

Before you can even react, she whimpers urgently.

“Put it back in… please-! Put your cock back in my ass…”

Her voice is needy and broken, clearly craving the fullness. You quickly grab your cock, align it with her creamy, stretched asshole again, and push back inside her. Yoohyeon lets out a long, relieved moan as you sink back into her tight heat.

Yoohyeon is now lying flat on her stomach, face pressed into the pillow. You’re kneeling above her legs, spreading her firm ass cheeks wide apart with both hands as you fuck her tight asshole from behind. Your hips slap against her ass, the creamy mixture of lube and her juices coating both of you. Yoohyeon’s moans are muffled by the pillow, but her body keeps pushing back against you, silently begging for more.

“Fuck-your ass is so tight…”

You spread her cheeks wider so you can watch your thick cock disappearing into her stretched hole again and again. Yoohyeon’s hands clutch the sheets tightly, her back arching as she takes every deep stroke. The obscene, wet sounds of you pounding her ass fill the entire room as you use her. Your hips continue slamming against her soft cheeks. The creamy lube makes everything obscenely wet and slippery as you fuck her harder.

Your orgasm is slowly building. A heavy pressure grows in your balls as you watch your cock disappear between her spread ass cheeks again and again.

You start fucking her faster. Rougher. The sound of your hips slapping against her ass grows louder and sharper. Yoohyeon’s eyes roll back into her head as she takes the brutal pace, her mouth open in a constant stream of broken moans and gasps.

“Ahh-! Fuck-! Oppa! You’re so deep-!”

Her body jolts forward with every hard thrust, her hands fisting the sheets tightly. You grip her ass harder, spreading her cheeks wide as you rail her without mercy.

“I’m gonna cum soon-”

You groan, feeling your climax rapidly approaching.

Yoohyeon whimpers desperately, pushing her ass back against you.

“Please-! Cum on me! I want to feel it-!”

You give her a few more strokes, slamming into her tight asshole with everything you have. Then you pull out at the last second.

You stroke your cock furiously as thick, heavy ropes of cum shoot across Yoohyeon’s back and ass. You cover her smooth skin with your load, long streaks landing from the middle of her back all the way down to her round ass cheeks and dripping into her crack. Yoohyeon moans weakly, trembling beneath you as she feels the warm cum splatter across her skin. Her asshole twitches visibly, still slightly open from how hard you fucked her.

You keep stroking yourself until every last drop is drained onto her, marking her as your thick cum slowly drips down the curve of her ass.

The front door to your apartment opens and Sohee steps inside, kicking off her shoes. She had come home earlier than expected after her schedule got canceled. The apartment is quiet except for the sound of the shower running in the bathroom.

“Oppa? I’m home!”

No answer.

She frowns and walks further inside. That’s when she hears faint, muffled moaning coming from the bathroom. Female moaning. Curious and a little concerned, Sohee quietly approaches the bathroom door, which is slightly ajar. She peeks inside.

The sight that greets her makes her freeze.

Yoohyeon is pressed flat against the steamed-up shower glass, completely naked. Her tits and left cheek are squished against the transparent surface. Her mouth hangs open in a silent cry of pleasure. Her eyes are half-lidded, completely lost in ecstasy. Behind her, you have one hand tangled tightly in her wet hair, the other gripping her waist as you fuck her hard from behind. The shower is running, water cascading over both of your bodies as you thrust deep into her ass. The wet slapping sounds echo through the bathroom with every snap of your hips.

For a brief second, pure anger flashes across Sohee’s face. But then she really looks at Yoohyeon’s expression. The way her cousin’s face is wrecked with pleasure, eyes rolled back, mouth slack, completely overwhelmed by how good she’s being fucked. Sohee’s anger slowly fades. A strange, complicated mix of emotions crosses her face: jealousy, surprise, and eventually… understanding. She watches for a few more seconds as you continue pounding her cousin’s ass. Yoohyeon’s moans grow louder and more broken.

Sohee bites her lip.

She’s actually… happy.

Her cousin had been so heartbroken for weeks. And right now, Yoohyeon looks like she’s finally feeling desired again. Like someone is properly taking care of her.

Sohee steps inside quietly and turns off the shower. The water stops running over your bodies, leaving only the sound of wet skin slapping together and Yoohyeon’s broken moans. You turn your head in surprise. Sohee meets your eyes, a mix of heat and possessiveness in her gaze. Without saying a word, she steps forward, grabs your face with both hands, and pulls you into a deep, hungry kiss. You moan into her mouth as you continue fucking Yoohyeon’s tight ass, your hips still snapping forward. Sohee kisses you passionately, her tongue sliding against yours while you ruin her cousin right in front of her.

Yoohyeon whimpers at the sudden shift, her cheek still pressed against the glass.

Sohee eventually pulls back from the kiss. She looks down at her cousin and smirks.

“Move over for a second, unnie.”

Yoohyeon obediently pulls off your cock and turns around. She drops to her knees on the wet shower floor and immediately wraps her lips around your cock, sucking you eagerly while Sohee quickly unbuttons her jeans and tugs them down to her knees, along with her panties.

You turn Sohee around so she’s facing the shower wall. She braces her hands against the tiles, arching her back and pushing her ass toward you. Her perfect, round ass is fully exposed. You press the head of your cock - still slick from Yoohyeon’s ass and mouth - against Sohee’s tight asshole and start pushing in. Sohee lets out a long, satisfied moan as you stretch her open, sinking deeper into her familiar heat.

Once you’re buried inside her ass, you start fucking her properly with hard, deep strokes that make her moan. The sound of your hips slapping against Sohee’s ass fills the bathroom as you rail her from behind. Yoohyeon stays on her knees beside you, occasionally licking and sucking your balls while you pound her cousin’s tight asshole.

Sohee looks back at you over her shoulder, eyes full of lust.

“Fuck me harder, oppa. Use my ass like you were using hers.”

You grip Sohee’s hips tightly and fuck her ass with deep, harsh strokes, burying your cock to the hilt inside her. The tight, familiar heat of her ass squeezes around you perfectly as you rail her against the shower wall.

“Fuck-yes, just like that.”

Sohee moans and pushes her ass back against you.

Yoohyeon, still flushed and breathing heavily, stands up and moves right beside her cousin. She braces her hands on the wall next to Sohee, arches her back, and pushes her ass out as well.

Her voice is shy but needy as she looks back at you.

“Me too. Please… use my ass again.”

The sight of both women standing side by side, bent over and offering their asses to you, makes your cock throb inside Sohee. You pull out of your girlfriend and immediately shift over to Yoohyeon. You spread her cheeks and push your cock back into her freshly fucked asshole. Yoohyeon lets out a loud whimper as you sink deep inside her again.

You alternate between them.

You fuck Yoohyeon hard for several deep strokes, making her moan and tremble, then pull out and slam back into Sohee’s tighter, more familiar ass. Back and forth, switching between their holes, pounding one for a few thrusts before moving to the other.

The bathroom fills with the obscene sounds of wet slapping skin and their mixed moans.

“Ahh-! Oppa-!”

Yoohyeon cries out as you drive into her ass.

“Fuck me harder.”

Sohee demands when you switch back to her, pushing her ass back onto your cock greedily.

Both of their asses feel amazing with Yoohyeon’s being slick and tight and Sohee’s being warm and familiar. You spread their cheeks wide as you alternate, watching your cock disappear into one tight hole after the other. Their moans blend together, creating a filthy harmony as you use both of their asses in quick succession.

Sohee looks back at you with a wicked, satisfied smirk while Yoohyeon’s legs shake every time you thrust deep into her. You keep switching between them, fucking Sohee’s perfect ass, then Yoohyeon’s eager one, over and over, lost in the overwhelming pleasure of having both women bent over for you.

You pull out of Sohee’s ass and immediately slam into Yoohyeon’s, making her cry out. Then back to Sohee. Then Yoohyeon again. Both women reach behind themselves, grabbing each other’s ass cheeks and spreading them wide open for you, offering their holes eagerly. You drive them forward with every hard thrust, pressing their bodies against the cool shower wall as you switch back and forth between their tight asses.

Sohee turns her head toward her cousin. Without a word, Yoohyeon leans in and the two of them start kissing each other messily, tongues sliding, moans muffled into each other’s mouths as you continue fucking their asses in turns.

You have Sohee completely folded in a full Nelson position. You’re sitting on the edge of the bed with Sohee in your lap, her back pressed against your chest. Your arms are hooked tightly underneath her knees, hands locked behind her head, forcing her to stay folded in half. Her red top is bunched up above her tits, the fabric stuffed between her teeth to muffle her loud moans. Her legs are spread wide, completely exposing her holes. You thrust up hard into her asshole, fucking her deep in this helpless position. Sohee is forced to watch everything, her own stretched, gaping asshole taking every inch of your thick cock as you pound her.

Right in front of her, Yoohyeon kneels on the floor, watching with wide, shocked eyes and an open mouth. Her gaze is locked on the sight of your cock destroying Sohee’s tight ass, mesmerized by how deep you’re going and how her cousin’s hole stretches around you.

“Mmmph-! Mmmph-!”

Sohee moans into her own bunched-up top, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth as you rail her asshole mercilessly in front of her cousin.

Yoohyeon’s hand unconsciously moves between her own legs, touching herself while she watches you wreck Sohee’s ass.

You keep Sohee locked in this position, your arms hooked under her knees and hands behind her head, folding her petite body in half. Her top muffles her loud, desperate moans as you thrust up hard into her tight ass. Sohee’s eyes are glassy, forced to watch every inch of your thick cock stretching and gaping her own asshole right in front of her.

Yoohyeon is kneeling close, eyes wide with lust as she watches you destroy her cousin’s ass. She’s breathing heavily, completely mesmerized by the sight. She leans in closer, face just inches away from where your cock is pounding into Sohee. Between your deep thrusts, Yoohyeon sticks her tongue out and does her best to lick the messy connection, dragging her warm tongue across your shaft and Sohee’s stretched rim whenever you pull back.

“Mmmph!!”

Sohee cries out into her top, her body shaking violently at the added sensation of her cousin’s tongue licking her gaping asshole while you fuck it.

Yoohyeon moans softly as she tastes the mix of lube, Sohee’s juices, and your cock, eagerly licking every time you give her an opening. Her tongue swirls messily around the point of penetration, making everything even wetter and filthier.

You start fucking Sohee even harder, slamming up into her ass with hard strokes. The lewd sounds of your cock destroying her tight hole fill the bedroom. Sohee’s muffled moans grow louder and more frantic. Her body starts trembling uncontrollably in your arms. After an entire week without a proper orgasm, the overwhelming pleasure finally pushes her over the edge.

She cums hard.

Her asshole clenches like crazy around your cock as her first real orgasm in a week crashes through her. Her eyes roll back, legs shaking in the air while her entire body convulses. A long, broken cry is barely contained by the fabric between her teeth as her pussy squirts slightly, dripping down onto your balls and Yoohyeon’s chin.

Yoohyeon whimpers excitedly, still licking eagerly around your cock and Sohee’s spasming asshole as her cousin cums. Sohee’s body twitches and jerks in your strong grip, completely lost in ecstasy for the first time in days.

As Sohee trembles and shakes through the aftershocks of her intense orgasm, still folded in your arms, Yoohyeon looks up at you with wide, eager eyes.

“Can… Can I try that position too?”

You nod. You slowly lift Sohee off your cock, her gaping asshole twitching as your thick length slides out of her. Sohee lets out a soft, satisfied whimper as you gently lower her onto the bed. Yoohyeon quickly takes her cousin’s place, climbing into your lap with her back against your chest. You hook your arms underneath her legs, folding her in half just like you did with Sohee. Your hands lock behind her head, putting her in a helpless hold. Her flexible body bends easily, her ass and dripping pussy completely exposed right in front of her face.

Sohee, still recovering, sinks down to her knees on the floor between your legs. She leans forward and gives your cock a few eager, sloppy sucks, coating it thoroughly with her saliva and the remnants of her own ass. Then she grabs your slick shaft and guides the head straight toward Yoohyeon’s tight asshole.

“Be a good girl and take it.”

Sohee says, her voice rough, looking up at her cousin.

“Tear her ass up, oppa.”

You push forward. Yoohyeon’s eyes widen in shock as she feels your thick cock stretching her asshole again. Because of the position, she has a perfect, close-up view of her own ass being penetrated. Her mouth falls open in disbelief as she watches inch after inch of your cock disappear into her tight hole.

“Oh my god…I can see it… I can see my ass taking your cock…”

You start fucking her with slow, deep strokes, letting her feel all of it. The position makes her completely helpless, folded in half, legs in the air, forced to watch her own asshole getting stretched and used. Every thrust makes her moan loudly, her eyes glued to the lewd sight of your cock pumping in and out of her. Yoohyeon is completely overwhelmed, moaning and whimpering as she’s forced to watch herself get her asshole destroyed in the most exposing position possible.

“I… I can’t believe it…”

Yoohyeon whimpers, eyes wide with disbelief as she stares down at the sight.

“I can see your cock… going so deep inside my ass… Oh my god, it looks so big…”

Her voice cracks, her gaping hole stretching visibly around your thick shaft.

Sohee, still kneeling between your legs, watches with dark, aroused eyes. At one point, she reaches up and gently stops your movement.

“Wait a second, oppa.”

She grabs your slick cock and slowly pulls it out of Yoohyeon’s ass. Yoohyeon’s asshole remains open for a few seconds, visibly gaped, pink insides showing as it twitches and slowly tries to close.

Both girls stare at it in awe.

“Look at that…Her ass is so open… you really wrecked her.”

Yoohyeon lets out a broken, embarrassed moan at the sight of her own gaped asshole, cheeks burning bright red.

Sohee doesn’t let her recover for long. She quickly lines your cock back up with Yoohyeon’s twitching hole and pushes the head back inside. You immediately resume fucking her - harder this time - driving your cock deep into her loosened ass.

“Ahh-! Fuck-!”

Yoohyeon cries out, eyes still glued to the filthy sight.

Sohee leans in closer, pressing her face between Yoohyeon’s spread thighs. She starts eating her cousin’s dripping pussy with enthusiasm, licking and sucking on her swollen clit while you continue pounding Yoohyeon’s ass from below.

The dual stimulation makes Yoohyeon lose her mind. Her moans turn into high-pitched, desperate screams as she’s forced to watch her own asshole getting destroyed while her cousin eagerly eats her out at the same time. Her body shakes violently in your strong hold, completely overwhelmed by pleasure.

Sohee moans into Yoohyeon’s pussy, clearly enjoying herself as she licks and sucks, occasionally letting her tongue brush against your cock as you thrust in and out of her cousin’s ass.

You feel your orgasm rapidly approaching as you continue pounding up into Yoohyeon’s tight ass. The combination of her spasming hole and Sohee’s eager mouth on her pussy is pushing both of you closer to the edge.

Yoohyeon suddenly lets out a broken, high-pitched cry.

“I’m-I’m cuming-!”

Her entire body convulses violently in your hold. Her ass clenches and spasms hard around your cock as a powerful orgasm crashes through her. Her pussy gushes against Sohee’s tongue, juices dripping down as her asshole milks you rhythmically, trying to pull you even deeper.

Sohee moans happily into her cousin’s pussy, licking her through the intense orgasm.

You groan deeply, barely able to hold back anymore.

“Yoohyeon… I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna creampie your ass-”

“Yes! Please…!”

Yoohyeon begs.

“Cum inside me-! Fill my ass, please-! I want it…!”

Sohee pulls her mouth away from Yoohyeon’s pussy, looking up with lust-filled eyes as she watches your cock disappear into her cousin’s gaping asshole.

“Do it, oppa.”

Sohee encourages.

“Fill her up. Pump her ass full of your cum. She needs it.”

You slam up into Yoohyeon one final time and explode deep inside her ass. Thick, heavy ropes of cum shoot straight into her bowels as your cock pulses violently. You groan loudly, holding her folded body tightly as you empty everything you have inside her, flooding her tight ass with your load.

Yoohyeon whimpers and moans helplessly, feeling every spurt as you creampie her. Her ass continues to twitch and squeeze around you, milking every last drop. Sohee watches with dark fascination, biting her lip as she sees your cock buried to the hilt inside her cousin, pumping her full.

When you finally finish, you stay buried deep inside Yoohyeon’s cum-filled ass, all three of you breathing heavily in the afterglow.

You slowly wake up to the most incredible sensation: warm, wet mouths working your cock with obvious hunger.

Your eyes flutter open, still heavy with sleep, and it takes you a second to process what you’re seeing.

Sohee and Yoohyeon are both between your legs.

Sohee is on the left, sucking slowly and lovingly on the head of your cock, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. Yoohyeon is on the right, licking and kissing along the side of your shaft, occasionally sucking on your balls. Both girls are completely naked, hair messy from sleep, eyes shining with lust as they worship your morning wood.

“Fuck…Am I still dreaming?”

Sohee pulls off your cock and smiles up at you, eyes full of mischief.

“Good morning, oppa.”

She purrs, stroking your slick shaft.

“We woke up horny… and decided we could share.”

Yoohyeon blushes but doesn’t stop licking along your length.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about yesterday.”

She admits shyly.

“It’s been so long since I felt this… wanted. I need more.”

Both of them look starving for it.

Sohee leans down and takes you back into her mouth, sucking you deeper while Yoohyeon licks wherever Sohee isn’t covering. They work together perfectly, one sucking your cock while the other licks your balls or the base, then switching without a word. Their tongues occasionally meet and brush against each other around your shaft, making the sight even filthier.

You can’t believe this is real. After an entire week of barely any sex because of Yoohyeon staying over, now both cousins are eagerly sharing your cock first thing in the morning, clearly hungry for more after finally getting properly fucked last night.

Sohee pops off again, stroking you fast with her small hand while Yoohyeon sucks on the head.

“We were talking…”

Sohee says with a naughty smile.

“And we both agreed we don’t want to stop yet.”

Yoohyeon nods eagerly, looking up at you with big, needy eyes as she swirls her tongue around your tip.

Why?

Because an apocalypse ridded all of them, not just them, the whole world got rocked by a sudden zombie apocalypse.

“Shit, expired.” You took a can of apple juice from a sealed box.

“But I guess it’s better to poop than to die of hunger.” You took it anyway.

You’re still alive even though your survival instincts are somehow worse than a sunfish's. Let’s say you’re lucky. Extremely lucky, to the point that you haven’t been chased once by those zombies. You’ve used your battle royale skills, camp.

“Is there anything here that’s useful?” You looked around, but were still aware not to cause any noise that may attract those lifeless monsters.

But you learned how to adapt to this dangerous world. As you roam around and look for something to eat.

You’re carrying a Remington 870 as a main.

That’s… what you always saw in movies and games. You’re not an expert; you’re just relying on what you saw, read, and played.

You figured shotguns work better at close range since you noticed those zombies are, thankfully, somewhat slow; you don't have to shoot at them if you can outrun them. Slugs are easier to find as well as ammunition stores rather than complex rifle bullets, based on your experience when you find your armory.

Along with the shotgun, you’re carrying a pair of Glock-19s on both sides of your vest. They’re light and high-capacity, making them perfect for emergency switches rather than reloading your Remington midway through a fight.

“Wooh… ha– nothing?” You took a deep breath before entering the back storage of the store. It’s dark and dusty, and somehow it reminds you of a game where the main character first encounters a zombie in the same back storage.

You carefully looked for something useful, your heart racing as you wished no one would suddenly pop out of nowhere.

“I hate this.” You grabbed the ESEE-4 knife from your left thigh, the only weapon that wouldn't echo through the store. 

You wanted to keep it quiet for some reason, so using your Glock and Remington is not your first option. It’s also better to reserve some ammo.

You took a careful step, one after another, with the knife in your right hand while the other held a heavy-duty flashlight.

“Fuck.” A rotting smell hit your senses, something that could make anyone puke.

“...”

“S-s-shit.” You cursed, quietly as you could.

What you saw terrifies you, enough to send chills down your entire body.

“Rahhgh—” Two zombies are feasting on a ruptured body. They kept crunching the corpse's limbs.

“...”

You've got to run.

Clang. Clang. Clang.

You accidentally knocked a can from a shelf when you took a step back, and what is worse is that it caught the zombie's attention.

“Shit, m-m-move!” You want to run, but your legs don’t cooperate.

The actual thing is a hundred times scarier than games and movies. This is where being inexperienced will cost you.

You haven’t been chased by them, and now they will.

“RAHHHH!”

“GRAAHHH!”

The two zombies shout the moment they see you, but their appearance added something to the horror; both of them were old and toothless!!

“AHHHHHH!!!” You shout as well, screw the sneaky tactics.

The panic got you as you kicked repeatedly, trying to re-ignite your survival skills.

As you kept wiggling, the zombies stood up and came to you… limping? Those motherfucking zombies are injured and assisting one another to walk.

This is your time to shine and fight— but the knife slips from your hand,

“AHHHH!! DON’T FUCKING EAT ME! YOU HAVEN’T FINISHED YOUR MEAL YET!” You point at the corpse they’re feasting on earlier.

“...”

To your surprise, they look at where you point.

“...”

“RAAHHH!!” There they went again, limping together as they were distracted for a moment.

“AHHHH!!” You scream in sync with them.

Clumsily, you reached for the Glocks resting on your vest and aimed them at them.

“Rest well, zombies.” You pulled the trigger.

Click.

“Huuhh?”

“Waahh?”

Click. Click.

“YOU’VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!?” Your Glocks are unloaded.

Your fear overrides your mind to the point that you forget that all your guns are unloaded. The reason why? It’s because you’re a scaredy cat and a novice with gun handling that you’re scared it might accidentally pop while it’s on your back or inside your vest.

“Rahh–ahhh! UGH!” One of the zombies tripped, and it brought the other zombie down. Two zombies are down in a single slip.

The first zombie fell and got her head pierced by a poking metal pole; that’s instant death.

But one more remains, and it’s close.

So near, it bit you on your ankle!

“AHHHH!”

“...”

“Huh?”

There’s nothing, not even pain.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” You kicked its face, too strong, it broke its fragile neck.

“No! I’m turning! I’m turning— huh? Not even a scratch–”

“RAHHh!” The last zombie is still alive, and looking at you, the landscape.

There, you realize the reason that saved you, as you already know, those fucking zombies are toothless!

“FUCKING— ZOMBIE!” You picked up your knife and stabbed it through its head, killing it.

“Haaa… haa….” You can’t believe what just happened; you got lucky all over again.

You looked at them, the two old toothless zombies.

“So that’s why they’re feasting on a rotten corpse… since they can't chew something fresh.” You gather your remaining strength to stand up.

You decided not to pick up your knife since it grossed you out, but before moving back, you decisively loaded all your guns just in case there’s more.

“Gramps, sorry, but if you need to know, I’m one of the respectful kids at our block.” You felt sorry for the two; it’s not their will to turn; they’re just victims like anyone else.

You regained your composure, fixing your gear and putting more focus on your fighting spirit. The same thing shouldn’t happen again, or else luck won’t save you anymore.

You exhaled——

“Fuck! That rotten corpse— let’s get out of here.” Exhaling deeply is not a good idea,

You rest your afternoon looking for food, scavenging the ruined convenience store for luck. After you gather enough food for a week, you put it in your shopping cart. Using a car may have caught their attention, so you choose a quieter option, though you need to be fast or else you’ll be a food yourself.

“One more hour and the sun will set; I'd better hurry.” You muttered.

After securing the ties and ropes in your cart, you sprayed a lubricant on its caster wheels for smooth and quiet operation.

“All set, let’s go.” You pushed it, carefully but faster.

You’re still three kilometers away from your hideout. The convenience store near your place is already flipped upside down, you have already swept everything usual around there, so you have no choice but to search farther than you used to.

“Haa…. haa…” Pushing a cart three kilometers away is a very exhausting activity, not to mention the weight of the food.

“Shit… but it’s already halfway, another half coming.” You use your own words to push yourself, encouraging survival.

You pushed endlessly, weaving through the blocks of broken cars. The distance is not the only concern right now, but also the sun. The streets are far scarier at night; it’s dark and hopeless.

Unlike zombie games you played, where scenarios occurred during the apocalypse, the actual world is set a few months after it. So no more burning cars which give light, no more electricity to keep the street running automatically, and no more working batteries.

“Finally, the hide—” Hope shines over you the moment you see the house you’re staying at.

“UOOGHHH!” A noise coming out of nowhere— no, it was near, behind you!

“W-w-what the!?” Instinctively, you pushed your cart faster.

Stomp. Stomp.

“S-s-shit!” Your heart beats faster.

The way you heard it, it must be something massive.

Stomp. Stomp.

You ran and ran, a few more meters away. Every step you take, every stomp you hear.

“ARGHGH!!” You tripped, for godsake; the timing’s not really agreeing with you well.

“RAHHHH!”

“AWAHHHH!”

You heard zombies this time, and the noise caught their attention as you expected.

“Run!” Your feet crisscrossed as you tried to push your cart with you.

You can’t leave your cart; you’ll die of hunger instead.

“FUCK!”

You kept pushing, twenty meters away.

“SHIT! SHIT!”

Ten meters away.

“RAHHHHHH!”

“BRAAHHH!”

Five meters—  too close—

“AHHHGHGH!” You stopped, purposely.

Your hideout’s open.

Your hideout isn’t actually the house, but the basement. There’s a separate entry that is located in the garden. But… It's open.

You remember closing it thoroughly.

“RAAHHH!!”

The zombies are coming; you'd better hide before they’re aware of your presence!

“Shit!” You pushed your cart inside the basement entry, went in, and locked the door from the inside.

“Haa… shit.” The way you rushed inside made a very audible noise.

Whoever is inside your hideout surely hears you.

Chack-chack 

You cocked your Remington. You’re not taking that noise issue safety anymore since zombies don’t know how to unlock a door; it’s definitely someone, a human.

“Come out.” You carefully called it out, taking a step, aiming your shotgun straight.

“...”

You ignited the torch that you skilfully crafted, giving the place the much-needed light. It runs on alcohol and gasoline, tailored for longer use than a resource-consuming.

“...”

You kept looking, heart beating fast, while fear started to take over your body.

The basement’s not that big, just hundreds of square meters, enough for three to four rooms for different purposes.

“What the— there’s no one.” Upon looking for the intruder, you found nothing.

Not even a single hair.

“Did it just rob and go away? It must have been looking for something to loot.” You concluded that, because it left the door open, it must have just run away.

“I worried for nothing.” You wiped the sweat from your forehead before moving back to where your cart was.

Clang. Clang.

You’re arranging the stuff you got from your latest looting. Crushed biscuits, hardened chocolates, a bunch of noodles, boxes of water bottles, and expired apple juices. There are also some necessary things you need, such as flashlight batteries and hygiene-related items.

“Noodles… underwear… water—”

Shuck-shick.

That sound- it’s a gun.

“...”

You stopped moving; someone’s behind you, and you knew you were fucked up!

“Haa… w-w-what do you want?” You stuttered and were scared for your life.

You’re not used to fighting zombies, but that doesn’t mean you’re used to fighting humans!

“...”

It wasn’t saying anything; instead, a cold metal brushed your nape.

“WAHHH!! No! Don’t kill me!” That metal is the gun barrel.

You started praying to all the gods you know, praying for your safety but also praying that they’ll accept you into heaven if your life was about to end this night.

“Hmm, why do you sound so scared?” It talked.

It’s a she; she’s a woman!

“W-w-what?” Obviously, you’re scared since there’s a gun pointed at your nape!

“Remington 870… Glock-19… Engineered lighting system and a well-planned looting system… you’re not an ordinary guy, so drop the act and stop playing scared.” She enumerates all the things you did.

She’s observed you before making a move; that’s not normal behaviour.

“Sneaking in a-a-and analyzing someone in just a f-few minutes? You’re not an ordinary girl… so drop the g-gun since I’m really scared!” You’re trembling in fear; you could piss through your pants if this continues.

“...”

“What’s your name?” She calmly asked you.

“M-me? I’m…” You stopped for a moment, thinking thoroughly if she had something to see at your hideout that speaks your real name, but there’s none.

“I’m Leon—” The name of your favorite protagonist.

“Liar.”

Tick.

That soft tick… she just switched the gun’s safety, enough to pump your fear to another level. Is it full auto? Semi? Or single fire? Anyway, a bullet is a bullet; you’ll die for sure.

“OKAY! OKAY! SORRY! I’m F/N! Okay!?” You wonder how the fuck she knew you were lying.

“Okay, it matches the name engraved on your Remington.”

“...”

Your gun, the one that is supposed to save you, almost caused your death!

“Fuck.” You muttered.

“One more thing, are you infected?”

“N-n-no. Thankfully.” Almost- if it wasn’t a toothless zombie earlier, you could’ve turned already.

“...”

“...”

The silence is killing you; it’s torture.

“Okay.” She pulled the gun off, the cold barrel tip left your nape.

You heard a chair scraping the concrete floor; she must’ve taken a seat.

You took it as a go-signal to turn around and face her; fighting is not an option since you figured out she’s skilled; it might only get you killed for real.

“I—uhhh— Wow. Beautiful. Hot. Prett— sorry.” Your words are pure compliments, built for her beauty.

The jet black short hair, refined nose bridge, chiselled jawline to perfection, and gorgeous, sharp eyes. Her beauty is basically telling you to kneel, even though you just saw her for the first time. Her selection of dress is top-notch as well, a single red dress that’s short enough on her upper thighs, elegant.

She looked so royal, no one deserved someone like her—

“Wait… Why the fuck did I think something like that?” You muttered, Her beauty is like a poison; she made you instantly think something you should not be thinking at that moment.

“What?” She crossed her legs, then her arms.

“Nothing.” You walked to the nearest chair beside her.

Should you act friendly? No,

Should you act scared? Maybe, but you should not show her that she had control over you–

“You have water bottles, I guess. I’m thirsty.”

“Yes!” You hurriedly grabbed one of those water bottles you looted earlier.

It’s too late now; she has control over you. The mix of admiration and fear is one you never thought possible.

“...”

You watched her drink, the way her neck moves on every gulp, it makes you thirsty as well.

This is not healthy.

This is not you; it’s… simping.

“Hmm? What?” She noticed you were staring at her,

Outside, rain started to pour.

“W-what's your name?” You’re curious about the name of the dangerous lady in front of you.

“...”

As you thought, she’s not going to say it; she might be like that girl in the same zombie video game. Ada–

“Asa.”

“Huh!?”

“What?”

“Asa… Asa Wong!?” The way her name sounds is like the one who is just in your mind at the same moment.

“Wrong.” She shook her head.

“Asa Wrong?” Close, it’s so close! You’re really excited, what a simp you are.

“No, you idiot.” Even the way she insults you sounds expensive and charming. “I’m Asa, Asa Enami, a Japanese who happened to be here in South Korea when the apocalypse occurred. Now I can’t go back.” She added.

“So, what are you really doing right here?” You wonder if she’s roaming around or looking for another hideout.

“I’m looking for another hideout, and this place… is not it.” She answered with a long pause after scanning your place.

But her answer is almost identical to what you’re thinking, as if she can read your mind. You’re not that dense, even though you almost simp on her. You start to doubt her; she came from Japan, but she can speak Korean like a native? What is she? Is she kind of a spy–

“You have a lot of questions running in your mind, do you?” Asa chuckled, stroking her gun with her delicate fingers.

“I-I do.” You gulped; she might shoot you down if you asked her more questions.

“Don’t be tense. First, I can’t disclose to you what I am doing here in Korea, but I can tell you that it has something to do with the apocalypse.” She switched across her legs— as Sharon Stone did in Basic Instinct. “I was tasked to investigate some biological experimentations happening inside South Korea, inside the Umbrell—”

“Umbrella!? I knew there was something fishy about that pharmaceutical company! Copying the company name from a video game, and they said it’s for fun? For fun, my ass! They even built a mini-pharma in front of our school, and since then, there have been lots of weird things going on, like never-ending diseases—”

Asa just quietly watches you with her eyes squinted. She looks mad. Is it because you cut her or because you said something that caught her attention?

“School? Pharma?” She tilts her head from left to right on every word.

“I— uhh…” Did you really say something wrong? You bet you did.

“Interesting.” She stood up and closed the gap between you and her. She’s towering over you since you remained seated. “Come with me. Bring me to where that school and pharma were.” She added, moving past you and walking through the door.

“W-what if I don’t want to?” The risk is too high since it’s quite far, and zombies are lurking around.

“It’s your choice.” She smiled, “You heard that gigantic stomp earlier, right? That monster is not alone; they move in groups… I don’t know if I should tell you this, but okay, someone’s controlling them, and we need to find it out, and who knows? We may put an end to all of this.” She continued.

“We?” You’re involved in it the moment you meet her; it’s unavoidable.

It took time for you to process. It sounds absurd, but it’s all possible: a zombie apocalypse and a company controlling it? Sounds like a video game, but it’s reality.

“Yes, we.” The way she said “We” echoes in your head. If it’s a normal day without zombies, hearing it from a fine lady like her is a dream.

“...”

She chuckled, and that snapped you.

“W-what?”

“Men.” Asa grinned.

“W-what? Listen, as long as I want to help or end this… It’s unrealistic for me to join you. First, you’re trained, and I’m not. Second, I’m scared, and you’re not. There are still a lot more… but all of that is our differences… we’re different.” It’s the reality that’s hard to ignore.

“You’re overthinking, do you think I’ll ask you to come with me just because you know where that school and pharma were?” She crossed her arms and looked at your eyes sincerely, “It’s because I saw potential. Look at this place, do you think other people can do what you did? Engineering a lighting system from scratch, setting up a looting system enough to keep you alive for months, and arming yourself with weapons, I suppose you choose what fits you.” She added.

“I… get it, but other people will definitely think the way I do if it’s for their survival.” You clutched your fist, remembering how you struggled at first, you’re just a hopeless senior student who lost everything and scrambled everywhere for survival.

“I doubt that, if everyone thinks the way you do… they should still be alive, right? But you’re the only one who’s kicking, you know that.” Asa’s words are pure facts.

The way she encourages you is different; she backs her words with facts and information, she’s not just telling you to join her with twisted words.

“So, come with me.” Asa smiled and turned around to face the door.

“Right now?” You blinked multiple times.

“...”

“...”

“No, idiot. Tomorrow. It’s dark, and it’s hard to move.” She got a point. How fucked up your thinking right now.

“Yeah.” You muttered and watched her unlock the door, and opened it.

The way your heart is beating is disturbing; the reason is her dress. The way it slid up on her every step— it’s hypnotizing you to the point you stare at it, and even on her ass.

“Should I encourage you more? Just to make sure you’ll really come.” She stopped her tracks and turned sideways enough to face you.

“Huh?”

“I noticed you kept staring at my legs and ass.” Her smile disappeared and her eyes turned sharp as a blade.

“Oh shit. I didn’t mean to, I… I’m sorry!” You bowed, 90 degrees. You even thought of kneeling at that moment, or should you?

Is it your end?

“Men, seriously.” She sighed, “Stand up.” She ordered.

“Yes!” You straightened up and gave your best to look at her eyes— you couldn’t.

“It’s fine, just stare. I understand how men work, and I can’t blame you. I’m the only woman you've seen since the apocalypse started, right?”

“Y-yes…” You had no idea what she was saying, but it sounds like she’ll keep you alive, and that’s what matters.

“In fact, I said that I’ll encourage you more…”

“Gulped.”

“If you really like my thighs, my ass, my face… me…” She chuckled before continuing, “I might let you hit it.” Asa turned around and started walking away.

“...”

Will she really let you hit it? Her thighs, her as—

“W-w-what do you mean by that!?” You refused to believe it, though your dick started to harden.

“...”

She stopped, again.

“Once all this is done, don’t you think we’re responsible for reviving mankind?”

She left a question and disappeared.

“...”

“We’re populating Korea?” You shook your head, still refusing to believe it.

“RAAHHH!!”

“GRAAHHHH!”

“Oh fuck, zombies!”

You rushed back inside the basement and locked the door.

A lot happened in just a night; there’s a lot of information to process. A spy, a company culprit, and repopulating?

“Does that mean we’ll have to… We’ll have to sex, right?” You and Asa having sex, do you think it’s possible? Or she just said it just to persuade you?

The night is young, so you thought about it.

Somewhere in Seoul.

“Ma’am, whisker, there’s an abnormal movement at one of our entrance bases.” A woman soldier saluted a woman who was standing firm in the middle.

“Where?” The soldier pointed to a remote on the hologram screen, and a geological map appeared.

“Near the school, ma’am.” The soldier zoomed in on the school she was referring to.

“Hmm, send a surveillance team around the area, how’s nemesex?” Whisker decided in an instant; she knew what she was doing, she’s their appointed leader after all.

“She’s sexually active since she detects a strong male hormone up in the land.” The soldier reported.

“A man?”

“Not a zombie, but a man?’

“God, a man…”

The headquarters are filled with murmurs and whispering upon hearing that there’s a man, a real man, and not a lifeless one.

“I see…” Whisker nodded. “How about Winter? And the Redhair sisters?” Whisker asked them.

“Still no idea, ma’am.” Another soldier answered, looking through the hologram screen of information.

“Whisker.” A voice coming from behind Whisker.

Another woman arrived, dressed in a coat and glasses. Slender, tall, and radiates the same tier of beauty as Whisker.

“Wonyoung… What do you want?”

“I just wanted to call you by that name rather than Gawon, nothing special since everyone seems curious about how whisker’s connected to Gawon, you cat.”

“...”

“Ahhh! Ma’am Gawon used to be in MEOVV operatives, and her codename’s whisker—” A soldier in the middle stopped her work and spoke.

Bang!

“Should’ve kept working. Too noisy.” Gawon Whisker killed her without hesitation, punching a hole through her head.

“Brutal, huh. Clean it, it’s gross.” Wonyoung gestured to clean it, and other soldiers complied.

“Anyway, bring me the man, alive.” Gawon/Whisker ordered.

“Yes, ma’am!” The soldiers saluted, all of them.

“A man…” Wonyoung muttered.

"Quiet," Joonie whispers as she opens the door and leads you to the lounge. Inside, Xinyu and Yuki are on a couch, one on each side, feet mingling in the middle. You sit down next to your girlfriend on the other couch.

Hwiseo is out cold; you zip her pink hoodie up, and pull her blanket over her chest. You breathe in deep, then clear your throat.

"So... uh, you guys enjoy the night out?"

"Yup," Joonie leans on the armrest next to you, "would've been better if you were there."

"He's here now." Yuki chimes in. "So why don't we get started?"

"Wait," you interject, "you guys are all incredibly drunk. We can talk in the morning once you guys sober up."

"He's right. It'd be no fun without Seo awake to watch anyways." Joonie puts a hand on your shoulder. You lean closer into Hwiseo.

"Fine. But that won't stop us from having some fun," Xinyu says, crawling across the couch towards Yuki.

She grabs Xinyu's cheeks and pulls her in for a kiss. The sounds are beautiful and they're clearly trying to put on a show for you. It's working, and you notice Joonie eyeing your growing erection. You slide Hwiseo's blanket over your lap. A clear smile forms on Joonie's lips, something you spot out of the corner of your eye.

"You know you can't keep playing hard to get, right?" Xinyu teases. "You'll crack eventually."

"Yeah he'll crack for sure," says Yuki, in between kisses. "Hopefully me first."

Xinyu takes this as a challenge, pushing Yuki off her and sits down on the couch on the other side of Hwiseo. She nuzzles herself under the blanket the two of you were sharing. Her hand grabs on to your girlfriend's. She puppets it above your bulge, then rubs softly, careful not to wake Hwiseo up. You can't stop her.

Yuki approaches, then ducks down near your feet. She lifts the blanket up, and crawls underneath, in between your legs. Joonie snickers.

Your girlfriend's hand (piloted by Xinyu's own) retreats, and Yuki's reaches for your waistband. Joonie helps lift you up, as the lower girl pulls your pants and briefs down in one swift motion.

You hear a faint voice from beneath you. "Fuck. Seo was right about his cock."

"Guys, I- we shouldn't-"

Joonie shushes into your ear, her breath cooling the heat from the other women. She leaves a kiss on your cheek, making sure to leave extra saliva. She whispers, "relax, just enjoy it."

You look down at the tented blanket, Yuki says, "don't worry, it's not even cheating. Just pretend I'm not here"

Xinyu adds, "yeah, and I'm not even touching you," as she positions Hwiseo's hand on your firm cock. She folds her fingers around it, slowly starting to slide up and down. Yuki reaches up, finding your balls, squeezing gently. This gets a gasp out of you, but Joonie covers your mouth, masking the noise.

"Quiet. You can wait to fuck us until your girlfriend's awake, but let's keep this our little secret for now," Joonie states, pulling away from the wet side of your face.

"What if I can't wait?" The back of Yuki's head under the blanket rises, then stops right in front of the tent. "It's just... looking at me."

The three hands slip away, and are replaced by a wet sensation, just at the tip. This elicits a moan from you, causing your girlfriend to stir, "babe..."

Joonie latches on to Hwiseo's shoulders. "Go back to sleep, Seo." She grumbles in her slumber before settling down.

The sensations resume, the wetness falling lower and lower down your shaft, three sets of fingers twirling around your base and balls, and Joonie caressing your hair. She leans over, covering your entire mouth with a sloppy kiss. You nip at her thin lips, before her tongue invades your mouth. You let her explore; something you've always wanted to happen, despite the nature of her relationship with your girlfriend.

"Shit, I'm leaking." Joonie pulls away, before going back to laying on the arm rest. She pulls down her pants, spreads her legs, then leans into you. She grabs your hand, leading it under her panties. "Feel how wet you made me?"

"Damn, you guys really wanted to do this?"

"Mmhmm.." Joonie moans as you start to work your fingers. It doesn't take much effort before you slide right in, thanks to her abundant juices.

Xinyu speeds up the pace of her strokes, in turn making Yuki bob her head faster. You're reaching the end. It didn't take long, considering the four beautiful women surrounding you stimulating each of your senses: Joonie whispering moans into your ear, penetrating eye contact from Xinyu as she puppeteers Hwiseo, Yuki effortlessly and relentlessly vacuuming you into her mouth. "Stop. I'm gonna cum."

They don't stop. Xinyu jerks as fast as she can without waking Hwiseo up. Yuki slobbers on your head. Joonie lays into you, her face pressed against yours, with three of your fingers tucked inside her. You freeze as Yuki pulls off. Xinyu gets too fast to bear. You signal with a moan that you're ready, and Xinyu pushes Hwiseo's hand down to the base, applying unbelievable pressure around your shaft. You erupt, shooting into the blanket, in a series of pulses. The warm fluid flows down the sides of your dick, covering your girlfriend's hand in its entirety. Joonie dons a massive grin, watching the blanket turn dark, soaking up your semen.

Yuki slowly rises from the depths, hair tousled. She folds her arms, rests them on Hwiseo's lap, then rests her chin on them. Xinyu speaks first, "just so we all agree, I was the one that made him cum, right?"

"The fuck?" Yuki blurts out, "I was the one sucking his soul out down here!"

Joonie holds up a hand, reminding the girls to keep their voices down. "Either way, now we know he can keep up with us." She rises, picking up the soiled blanket, replacing it with a fresh one.

"But.. Joonie didn't get to finish-"

"It's ok dear, we've got all weekend. But for now, it's time to rest up." Joonie leads the girls, still bickering quietly to their rooms, leaving you and your girl alone on the couch. You pull your pants up, and snuggle up to her, clocking out for the night.

---

Your phone buzzes underneath you. When you open it, you're flashbanged by Xinyu's pink panties, framed by her pale skin. A short message follows: 'still soaking.' You get up, tucking the blanket under Hwiseo, heading to the kitchen for a drink. You pour a glass of water, and start to head back to the lounge, but stop when you notice your raging boner. You certainly can't go back to sleep with it, so you take care of it the only way you know how.

So there you are, in the girls' dorm kitchen, with your pants down, dick fully exposed. And there she is, the cause of your erection, in nothing but her underwear, waiting for you. "Thirsty?"

"Ye- yeah," you cover yourself with both hands.

"Don't let me stop you." Xinyu pours herself a glass of water, and leans against the counter opposite of you. "Seriously. Back to it."

She nods in encouragement as she crosses her legs, squishing together her long thighs, letting her mound bulge under her panties. You slowly get comfortable again, gradually stroking yourself, as she smiles. She tilts her head back, taking a sip, then accidentally spills water all over herself. She lets out an exaggerated gasp, sighing, "oh no."

"Where are the towels? Let me help," you offer, but she's quick to refuse.

"Just keep doing your thing." Xinyu reaches behind her back, unlatches, and pulls her pastel bra off like she's used to quickly stripping. Her small boobs fall out as she drops the bra to the ground. She approaches, points to your shirt, asking, "do you mind?"

You shake your head, then she lifts your shirt over your shoulders, using it to wipe down her body. She dabs it around her neck, slowly working its way down her chest, cupping her breasts in it. "Better."

Now dangerously close, locked in eye contact, she reaches forward, replacing your hand on your dick. Your hand moves from your crotch to hers, fingers slipping underneath her garments. You proceed to mutually masturbate in the dim kitchen, leaning into eachother, trying to mask your moans of pleasure. "You weren't lying. You are still soaking."

Xinyu nuzzles herself into your neck, letting out a soft groan, her body starting the shiver. "Fuck, faster."

Your fingers speed up, spreading her folds, the pushing into her, repeating the process, increasingly easier, and increasingly wetter. Xinyu tightens her grip around you, grabbing her own slick, using it as lubrication on your boner. She wraps her free hand over your shoulder, her extremely fit legs losing strength, as she loses composure. You support each other as much as you can while you both approach climax.

The two of you simultaneously release into each other's hands. Xinyu lets out a whimper as she convulses, and you pull her closer, masking the noise with your skin. Xinyu slows down, you release what's left, and hold on to her for a moment.

Eventually she pulls away from your embrace, unsheathing your hand, and picks up your shirt from the counter. Down on her knees, she wipes up the mess, then takes your hand and leads you to their bathroom. Xinyu grabs a spare shirt and tosses it to you, but you're interrupted by a cough.

"Uh. What're you two doing?" Yuki questions.

"He got up for a drink, but spilled all over his shirt." Xinyu covers for you.

"Yeah. Sorry to wake you guys up," you say with a meekish smile.

Yuki retreats with a furrowed brow, and Xinyu gives you a discreet smirk before you all head back to bed.

---

"Ready?"

You nod, smile so wide it almost lifts up the blindfold. The first hand grabs on to you. A familiar warmth wraps around your dick. The long nails, the tight, affirming grip; this could only be one person. "That's my girl. Too easy."

"I'd kill you if you got that wrong." Hwiseo withdraws.

"Practice round," Yuki chimes in, "now it's gonna get harder."

"Give me your hand," Hwiseo demands, "who is this?"

She leads your hand to a set of abs. She flexes under your fingertips. Such a firm tummy could only be "Joonie."

"Mhm," Joonie confirms. She backs off for a second. "Next."

A light kiss lands on your lips. Just a peck, so not Hwiseo, she would have smothered you in affection. They're soft and plump, and taste like cherry. "Xinyu?" you guess with trepidation.

"Disappointing. Still me," Joonie says with a frown (even though you can't see it, it's definitely there).

Shortly after, you're shocked by another sudden kiss, this time on your tip. "Fuck."

The lips fall deeper, accompanied by a tongue. She ends with a quick slurp, and Xinyu replies, "there! Now you know what my lips feel like."

You feel a girl straddle your chest as you lay back in the bed. "Open up," Hwiseo commands from the sideline.

The softest breast you've ever felt lands on your tongue. You pull it in, circling around the nipple as you feel her harden in real time. "Yuki," you murmur, still sucking. She moans with delight.

"Let's go a little deeper now, huh?" Hwiseo pulls Yuki off, and whispers something to the girls. "Hand."

You comply, and Hwiseo holds it open as another mystery girl sets herself down on it. She helps your fingers find the hole, and you slip right in. You've felt this before. "Xinyu!"

"Uhh.. yeah. But why'd you get that so quick?" Hwiseo teases.

"I dunno, her uh.. height I guess." You cough.

"I am the tallest," Xinyu says, patting your shoulder knowingly.

"Okay okay. Time for the final test." Hwiseo withdraws, huddling with the group. "If you guess this one right, you can take the blindfold off. Fail, and you can't fuck me for a week."

"Deal." You lay back and she returns with something in her hand. Hwiseo grabs your cock, holding it still, while using the other hand to put a condom on the tip, slowly rolling it down. It hugs you, and you grow warm with anticipation. The girls shuffle around, then one of them crawls onto you. Her thighs on yours, teasing your monument.

Hwiseo sits behind you, pulling your arms above your head. "No cheating. Just you and her pussy. You ready?"

"So ready." You exhale, and she falls down. Using her hand to guide herself, it takes almost no effort before you wind up fully inside her. It's the most welcoming feeling.

After you're acquainted with each other, she starts to move, slowly grinding herself back and forth. You can hear her cover her mouth, holding back her moans. Hwiseo's grip tightens, a comfortable amount, as the mystery girl becomes more erratic. The other girls help lift her up, before slipping back down your shaft. A small whimper escapes her lips, but not enough to recognize the voice.

You have three choices: Xinyu, Yuki, or Joonie. The weight on your thighs gives you a hint; it's probably not Joonie, she's too light. These legs have heft, she's putting all her weight in this. She's pushing so much force back and forth, digging into herself, grinding onto you. You've felt the inside of Xinyu's pussy twice, but can't determine if this is her. You can't reach for their hair, can't even smell them from this far away.

A name rings out, "Y-Yuki?"

She slows down, making more sensual movements, then Hwiseo takes the blindfold off. There Yuki is, riding you with all her might. Her short hair swaying just over her shoulders as she oscillates. Your hands are freed, and your first instinct is to reach for her boobs; you couldn't get enough from your earlier taste.

"I told you I'd be the first to fuck you," she says with a smirk.

"You did say that. And, fuck- it's worth the wait," you manage to spit out, amidst hefty thrusts.

Hwiseo is watching from the sidelines, completely enamored, while Xinyu and Joonie help Yuki ride you. Thankfully you already busted twice today, otherwise you wouldn't last another second. Yuki's pussy is sliding effortlessly along your shaft, and with the other girls there it's almost too much to handle. But you can't get enough.

Yuki's pace quickens to an almost impossibly fast speed, as she nears completion. One of her tits is gripped by you, the other is falling into Xinyu's mouth, and Joonie is rubbing her clit faster than she can ride.

Finally, Yuki combusts, with a long moan, and slouches over. She's left whimpering as you pull out, condom slick with cum. Joonie pulls her off, then Xinyu replaces her. She doesn't give you time to react before she's bouncing on it too.

"Give him a second, will you, Xinyu?"

She's impatient as ever, but you don't get to watch for long before Joonie's on top of you. With one knee on either side of your head, she sinks down on to your face. You give her slit a lick from top to bottom, before parting her lips, and entering her. She slowly rocks back and forth while Xinyu pounds herself onto you.

You can hear Hwiseo above you making out with Joonie, as a small dribble of cum rolls down your cheek. Your tongue's already tired, but you keep going, pulling her into you, trying to reach every place possible.

After minutes of riding, Xinyu reaches the same high as Yuki, bursting onto your stomach, then slouching over with a satisfied moan. Just Joonie left now, last one standing (or sitting rather). With the help of Hwiseo, you manage to push her to her limit, both of you rubbing her clit, with you taking light nibbles at her flesh. You cup your mouth over her entrance as she erupts, squirt coving your face, flying onto Hwiseo.

Gush after gush pours out, until you need to push her off for air. Joonie rolls onto the bed, you gasp, and Hwiseo wipes the squirt out of your eyes. "Holy shit."

Your girlfriend's not done with you yet. She pulls you by the arms to the edge of the bed, standing you up. "Now my turn."

She lays back, and you position yourself at her entrance, as hard as you've ever been. After holding eye contact and a brief nod, she yanks the condom off, ever eager to get you inside her. You close your eyes, and she pulls you in. You slide deep into Hwiseo, something you've done a hundred times, and still feels just as amazing as the first. She's gasps at your entrance, then exhales slowly once you're inside. You follow suit, then open your eyes, in awe of the four girls in front of you. The bed creaks, following the motion of you driving your cock into your girlfriend, as the rest of them play with each other. You grunt at each thrust, while Hwiseo gasps. Her boobs are bouncing rhythmically, as your hands grip onto her meaty waist.

She doesn't take long to reach her breaking point, after edging herself while you fuck her three best friends. She lets you know she's there with her erratic gasps, and you up the speed as fast as you can.

Hwiseo shatters, her cum flowing out onto the bed. You don't stop. You keep railing her through her orgasm. Her head falls back, as her body shifts along the length of the bed. Fully soaked, she lets out one more moan before falling fully apart.

"Hnng, where do you want it?" you barely manage to get out.

"Mm tummy." Hwiseo stretches out, giving you the perfect canvas. She grabs her tits, one in each hand as you pull out, and ready yourself above her.

You let out a harsh groan as you shoot onto Hwiseo's stomach. Your ropes land on her, cum pooling at the creases in her muscles, and her belly button. You get lightheaded as you unload, but you give her everything you have left.

"So hot." The girls coo from the sidelines. "Paint her."

Xinyu's earlier escapades and the 'group session' drained you hard, but Hwiseo always finds a way to milk the most out of you. After you're done, you switch places with Yuki, laying next to Hwiseo.

"Next time I want it all. You're gonna shoot on me, okay?" Yuki requests, as she gathers your cum in her hand, cleaning up your girlfriend.

"Fuck. Please let there be a next time, babe."

"Of course. After seeing how well these girls treat you, who am I to refuse." Hwiseo gleams. "Three orgasms in twelve hours? You'll fit right in with us."

Your smile drops.

"Wait, three?" Yuki questions. "I knew Xinyu was up to something last night!"

Hwiseo grabs your shoulder from the side, "I was awake the whole time."

You breathe a sigh of relief.

"Even if I wasn't, waking up with a sticky hand is pretty damning evidence, you horny fuck."

"That may or may not have been part of the plan, but it was hot as fuck." Joonie snickers.

"Besides, I owe Coach Claudia a favor. It's about time I paid her back." I explained.

"But still! You're grappling with another girl, in her own apartment, just the two of you. You think I don't find that suspicious?" Soojin inquired.

"Jinnie, it's okay," I said patiently, 

"Coach C won't take no for an answer. Besides..." I grinned, leaning closer to the camera, 

"...I'm coming home. My flight is tomorrow, remember?" I reminded her.

"I know. But still, what if she wants to fuck you, Tae?" Soojin pouted, 

"You already got Yeowool and Hyomin sunbaenim on your cock! Do you really want to add another?" She licked her lips suggestively. I couldn't help but laugh at her suggestion. 

"Haha! I don't even know how she looks, babe! I've never seen her face!" I explained, much to her surprise. 

"Really? You've never met her before?" She asked. 

"Nope. All I have is her name, Lea Navvab Huening. Other than that, I've got nothing." I replied, assuring her of my ignorance. She paused all of sudden. She gives me that look where she felt like something just struck her, a piece of information of some sorts. I couldn't help but wonder, 

"Is there something wrong, babe?" I inquired. 

"Lea... Huening..." she murmured, "Why does she sound so familiar?" She asked, eager for me to respond, arching an eyebrow. 

"Do you sense it too, Tae? Do you feel like you've heard about her before? Like in the industry?" She continued. 

"It's like I've seen or met her before but I can't put my finger into it! It's barely out of my lips!" She said, I repeated her words and couldn't help but feel the same thing. 

"Y-Yeah. There is something familiar about her. I just can't figure it out..." I uttered back.

"Maybe it's just your imagination. Don't overthink it, alright?" I offered, trying to calm her down. 

"Yeah, I guess you're right." She replied, ending our brief investigation. 

I was still a few blocks away from the client's apartment. I figured there was still some time to talk to Jinnie before I ended the call. I decided to change the topic for a bit. 

"So how's it going back there? Any gigs coming up? Another tour perhaps?" I inquired, just to stay updated with her activities. She let out a soft sigh, rolling her eyes dramatically. 

"Not any big shows, sadly," she admitted. 

"Just a few local events here and there. No traveling just yet." She added. 

"Did somebody make a move on you?" I teased.

I was honestly expecting a familiar answer. Such as 'I haven't found someone' or 'I wasn't interested'. But much to my surprise, it seemed she had something else to say!

"W-Well... I met someone the other day..." She uttered. I felt my heartbeat racing all of a sudden! Damn! This was her first time mentioning another guy! Shit! Now I am getting a taste of her feelings everytime I'm with someone else! 

"Oh! Who is it?" I curiously inquired.

"You look cute when you're jealous, Tae." She cooed. I could feel my face burning hotter each second, much less denying it! 

"C-Cute?!”

"You're stuttering!" she playfully pointed out,

"Come on! Admit it! It turns you on, doesn't it? Knowing that I'm doing the same thing you are…" She added, her teasing smile too much to bear. 

"I-I'm not jealous! W-We made a deal, right? I get to fuck other girls while you can fuck other guys for our benefits? R-Right?" I replied back, reminding us of the arrangement we shared. She winked at me mischievously, 

"Exactly, Tae. Just like how you had Yeowool and Hyomin..." She replied. 

Shit! Why didn't I think this through?!?! Fuck! Is this what jealousy feels like? Is this how she always felt everytime I fucked someone else? Shit! It hurts! 

"If it makes you feel better, I just gave him a kiss..." She suddenly added. 

"A k-kiss? It was just a small kiss, R-Right?" I stuttered. 

"Yep! We both know him, actually! He was a great guy! He deserved it!" She continued.

My heart raced faster and faster as visions of her with another man played in my mind. My throat ran dry and I swallowed hard, trying to picture who she might be referring to. 

"W-Well... Who was it, then?" I inquired. I stared blankly at her, waiting for a response, but all I got was a mischievous smirk.

"Do you really want to know, Tae?" she purred seductively, tracing her index finger along the edge of the screen. 

"Are you sure you want to know?" She taunted, drawing out her question. I eagerly nodded, 

"Jinnie, please!" I uttered, begging pretty much from the agony of this man's identity. She laughed softly, seeing me in such a state. 

"Okay, okay... I'll tell you," she relented. 

"It was-" 

"Excuse me, Mr. Lee. We have arrived!" The Uber driver calls me out suddenly, taking me by surprise!

"I need to go," I sighed, interrupting whatever she was about to say. 

The car slowed down, signaling we were close to her destination. I quickly thanked the driver and slid out of his car. Grabbing my gym bag from the back seat, I gave him a tip and shut the door behind me. 

"I really gotta go, Jinnie. I'll see you back in Incheon airport, okay?" I said. 

"Oh, sure babe. I'll be there! I can't wait to see you!" She replied in excitement. 

"Oh yeah? I bet I think it's my cock you can't wait to see," I said teasingly. Her eyes widened at the audacity of my statement. 

"YA! LEE TAEHYUN!!!" she scolded jokingly.

We told each other goodbye and disconnected the call. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. I was already walking towards the elevator of the client's building when my imagination finally caught up with me. Damn! Who could that fucker be? I knew Soojin and I had an open relationship deal. But still! Who could've possibly convinced Soojin to pay me back? She said we both knew him. 

Damn! Was he a classmate of ours? An idol? An actor? Damn! We weren't even friends back in high school! Shit! Calm down, Thomas! You still have a class to teach! Fuck! Even the client was making me uneasy. Jinnie was right! There was something about this girl that felt oddly familiar! It was right there! But I can't seem to let it get out of my lips!

Lea Navvab Huening... Damn! Maybe I'll get my answers by the time I get there... I thought to myself. And with that, the elevator doors open up my client's floor. My feet echo softly against the hallway's cold marble floor as I head towards the designated door, apartment 609. My hand raps firmly against the door, twice. A pause. Three times. At last, a soft shuffling followed by a muffled reply. 

"Yes?" From inside, I hear an unfamiliar voice. 

"Uhm, Y-Yeah. It's me, Thomas, the Jiu-Jitsu instructor! I'm the guy Coach Claudia sent!" I replied back.

The door opens slightly, revealing a fine woman peeking out. To say she was pretty was an understatement. Her dark brown hair cascades loosely around her shoulders, framing her beautiful, oval face.

She cracked the door open wider, giving me a clear view of her captivating features. Her large, round eyes sparkled with curiosity as she drank in my appearance. 

"Oh! You must be, Thomas?" she asks, her eyes scanning me up and down, a hint of surprise coloring her voice. I nod, smiling nervously. 

"Y-Yeah... That's me... You must be Lea, I suppose?" I replied back, stuttering at the sight of the white beauty in front of me.

"I am. Nice to meet you, Thomas," she says, extending her slender hand towards me. I shake it gently, feeling the smooth texture of her skin against mine. She smiles warmly, her full lips parting slightly. 

"Please come in," she offers, stepping aside to allow me entry.

My eyes wander across her curves, taking in her shapely figure. She's wearing a white tight sports bra and leggings combo, accentuating her toned body. I lick my lips unconsciously, drawn to her presence.

I nod in agreement, setting my bag down on the bench beside the mat. She locks eyes with me, walking backwards until she reaches the middle of the room.

I slip off my shoes and follow her onto the mats, never breaking eye contact. I watch as she stretches, her muscles flexing and contracting beneath her flawless skin. I look into her face and can't help but feel something familiar about her, like I've seen her somewhere from before. Her gaze was wearing down on me. Her eyes were giving off that sense of familiarity but I just couldn't get it out of my lips. Damn! What is it about her that seems so familiar? 

"Can I ask you something?" I couldn't help but inquire. She raised an eyebrow, intrigued by my sudden question. 

"Of course," she replies with a smile. 

"What's on your mind?" 

"Well," I began hesitantly, 

"You look familiar to me. Have I seen you somewhere before?" I nervously asked. Her eyebrows furrow slightly, but the smile never leaves her lips. 

"You think so?" she asks. I nod, still holding her gaze. 

"Yeah, you do... I can't quite place it though," I admit.

She tilts her head to the side, considering my question for a moment. Then, she takes a step forward, closing the gap between us. 

"W-Well, I don't know if you're into Kpop but, you probably know my sister, Bahiyyih, Huening Bahiyyih from Kep1er?" She suddenly announced, much to my shock! 

"W-Wait, if she’s your sister, then does that mean Kai is your brother too? From TXT?!?" I asked in which she quickly nodded.

Her admission renders me speechless for a moment. I stare at her in disbelief, my brain struggling to process the revelation. Suddenly, everything made sense! That's why she seemed so familiar. 

"You're K-pop royalty!" I exclaim in amazement, staring at her wide-eyed. 

"Oh, I wish..." she chuckles dismissively, her face darkening for a slight moment. 

"Is something wrong?" I couldn't help but notice her slight change of expression.

"I mean, I don't think you know this, but I was an idol too once..." She revealed, adding more to my surprise. I blink several times, taken aback by her confession. 

"Really? I had no idea," I exclaim. Lea shrugs nonchalantly, her gaze dropping briefly to the floor. 

"Nobody does," she says quietly. 

"I was in this group called Viva. There were 4 of us in the lineup and after our first song, the company just disbanded us. We barely got any sales apparently." She explained.

I'm taken aback by her unexpected revelation. I hadn't expected her to share such personal information with me, especially since we'd only just met. Now that she has revealed this much about herself, I think it was only fair I shared her a bit of me as well. 

"Now that you mentioned it, I was a trainee, actually..." I responded. It was Lea's turn now to be surprised. I didn't think we would have this much of a connection. 

"No way! Which agency were you from?" 

"Bighit..." Her eyes widened in shock at the mention of my agency. I knew it was such a big deal for someone from the industry like us. She couldn't help but ask, 

"So you must've trained with BTS! Did you meet my brother there?" I shook my head slowly, letting out a quiet sigh. 

"Yes, I did... But I never met Kai. I don't think he was there during my time..." I replied. 

"Ah, that must've been quite a while." She said, in which I simply nodded. 

"Yes, yes it was..." I concluded. 

"Anyways, shall we get started?" I asked her, reminding us of the real task at hand. 

"Sure thing..." She replied.

As we stand face to face, I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. My palms grow sweaty as I try to hide them behind my back. We start warming up, moving slowly through various exercises designed to build flexibility and strength. As we stretch together, I can't help but notice the intense heat emanating from her body.

She had this invigorating energy that radiated around her, filling the air with an electric intensity that only amplified the tension between us. way of moving that just mesmerized me. Her large breasts moved harmonically with her as she stretched. 

As we finished our warm-up routine, I noticed Lea's cheeks flushed slightly from exertion. She wipes away a stray strand of hair that clung to her forehead. 

"Alright, so what techniques has Coach Claudia taught you?" I inquired.

"Let's see..." Lea ponders, biting her bottom lip, which sends a jolt straight to my crotch. I swallow thickly, hoping she hasn't noticed my growing erection tenting my sweatpants. 

"Well, in our last session she taught me a triangle choke." Lea tells me, her voice sultry. 

I feel a stirring in my pants as I imagine her applying the technique. My mind races, imaging those long legs wrapped tightly around my waist, pulling me deeper into the embrace of the sexy vixen before me. 

"She said you'll help me review that technique and you can teach me other submissions from the guard." She added.

I gulp back my nervousness and my libido spikes; imagining her strong legs locked around me, keeping me in place while I'm inside of her. 

"That sounds like a plan," I murmur. 

"Anything else?" I ask.

My eyes linger on her for a moment longer, taking in every inch of her delicious bod. Her curves are accentuated by the tight clothing she wears, the smooth fabric clinging to her every asset. 

"Uhm, No I don't think so. She said she'll leave the rest to you." She replied.

"I see." I replied. "Alright then, let's start with the arm triangle." I stated. 

I gesture to Lea to lay on her back and I take up position on her guard. Her thick thighs wrapped around my hips, locking me in place and keeping me close as expected. I thought, Damn! I hope she doesn't notice my boner! 

"So what do you do from here?" I inquired, checking how much she knew.

Her silken thighs tightened around me, holding me firm. I had positioned myself just right, my swollen bulge pressing against the fabric of my workout shorts, nestling between the swell of her hips and thighs. Her hips ground against my throbbing shaft, rubbing and humping as I kept pressure on her forearms. The friction felt incredible, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my veins.

"So I put my left leg around here... then hook it with my right..." She uttered, wrapping her legs around my neck area.

She coils her legs behind my neck and pulls my head towards her, her muscular thighs clamping around my neck, suffocating me with their tight grip. She pulled my right arm and dragged me into the choke. I groaned, trying desperately to hold back the onslaught of arousal coursing through my veins. 

"Tap!" I signalled, tapping into her leg.

Lea smiles triumphantly, releasing me from her chokehold and allowing me to gasp for air. My head spins, but I manage to prop myself up on my elbows and grin back at her. 

"That was actually pretty good..." I couldn't help but compliment her. For such a beautiful girl, her legs had such a strong grip. One more second and I might have gone out cold. 

"Thank you..." She replied happily.

"Right, let's do three more reps now, shall we?" I instructed, in which Lea complies. 

"Sure thing!" She replied. 

I made Lea perform the triangle choke on me a couple more times. I corrected her with her mistakes along the way, teaching her to avoid the slightest mistakes. Her third attempt was near perfection. Her form was almost perfect and I praised her for her effort. 

"Right, let's have a water break." I gestured.

We both got up on our feet and she guided me towards the fridge. In the kitchen, we grab bottles of water from the refrigerator. I lean against the counter, watching her drink. Her pink tongue darts out to lick droplets of water from her full lips. 

The overhead light casts a warm glow on her smooth skin, illuminating the gentle curve of her breasts and the shadowy outline of her nipples pressed against the thin material of her top. I mimic her actions, drinking from my bottle, my eyes never leaving hers.

The silence hangs heavy in the air, punctuated only by the soft sound of liquid trickling down our throats as we drink. I felt cool and refreshed after the last gulp. The Miami heat was still burning from outside.

"I like this, Coach. It's nice to have some have good company for a change." She suddenly uttered, breaking the ice.

"What do you mean? Don't you have Coach Claudia?" I asked casually. Lea shook her head. 

"I mean, I do, but I feel like I'm just a client when I'm with her. It's like she's my teacher and I'm just a student." she explained. 

"I think I understand," I replied softly, setting my bottle down on the counter. 

"She does have the teacher vibe in her. It's like you can only see her as a Coach and nothing else, like your friend." 

"Geurunikka! (Exactly!)" She responded, her Korean slipping out. 

"But with you, it's like talking to someone I've met before..." She added.

I trace a finger along the rim of my water bottle, considering her words carefully. I gaze at her curiously, trying to decipher what she means. 

"With me?" I prompt. She swallows hard, meeting my gaze head-on. 

"Yeah... Maybe it's because we have something in common, you know with kpop and the industry." She explained.

"Because of our shared experiences, it just feels natural to let my guard down around you, Thomas," she continues, taking another sip of water. 

"And I think that's the difference between you and Coach Claudia." She concluded.

"I see." My voice drops to a low rumble. 

"Well, we still have some work to do. Is there anything you'd like to learn?" I inquired, reminding us of our unfinished business. Lea's eyes gleam at my suggestion. 

"Yes, actually." she admits with a smirk.

"Do you know the north-south position?" she asks, raising an eyebrow. I thought, 'Oh, dear.' I can already imagine my face in between her thighs and hers close to my cock. I thought, 'Damn! Why would she want to ask about that?' 

"Yes? What about it?" I asked plainly, trying to hide uneasiness inside.

"Well, when I grappled with Coach Claudia, I ended up in the bottom position and I literally had no idea what to do from there." She confesses, setting her empty bottle down next to mine. 

"You think you could teach some techniques perhaps? Like how to get out of it?" She added.

As I swallow nervously, her words ignite a rush of blood flowing south. My hardened cock strains against the confines of my compression shorts, eager to be unleashed. Can she tell? 

"Yeah, I can teach you some. Are you comfortable trying out that position now?" I offer, looking directly into her bright eyes. Without hesitation, she smiles confidently, "Yes." 

I gestured for us back on the mats. I lay down flat on my back and instructed Lea to prone on top of me. Her groin felt mere inches away from my face whilst I felt her breathe a few inches away from my crotch. 

"W-Woah, you're quite the package down there!" She states out the obvious suddenly, the outline of my bulge on full display for her to see.

"Oh-Ohh! My bad!" I uttered apologetically. The girl doesn't show signs of discomfort, but it does little to hide the awkwardness coming from me down below. 

"Should we try something else? Or do you want to-" 

"No, I'm good!" She cuts me off mid-sentence, keeping us in place in our bizarre position. 

“Are you sure? I don't want to make you uncomfortable," I mutter, shifting nervously beneath her weight.

"Yes, I'm sure..." Lea responds hoarsely, rocking her hips subtly against my face. 

"You're not bothering me at all." Her breath fans out across my crotch, causing goosebumps to erupt across my flesh. 

I buck involuntarily, a low moan escaping my lips as her warmth envelopes me. My head spins, disoriented by the addictive aroma of her feminine essence. The intimate nature of our position intensifies the atmosphere, with every subtle movement sending jolts of electricity through my core. 

All forms of rational thoughts have left at that point. My hands instinctively reach for her sweet, firm ass, cupping it greedily as she grinds against my face. The scent of her excitement fills my nostrils, driving me insane with lust. Her legs tense, a quiver running through her smooth limbs. A whimper escapes her lips, searing themselves into my consciousness forever. 

"S-So good..." 

In response, I felt her hands tug on the waistband of my leggings, slowly pulling it down to take out my already engorged shaft. Lea gasps, a sharp inhalation that sends bolts of lightning to my rigid length. 

"Fuck... your cock... holy, fuck..." she moans as she finally exposes my shaft from the bottom of my pants. 

Her breath hitches, her eyes dilate and widen. Her fingertips brush along its length, tentatively at first, exploring the ridges and valleys of my veins. Then, they close around it tightly, stroking it experimentally. Her tiny hands wrap around my pulsing rod, stroking gently at first, becoming firmer as she learns the rhythm. 

"Fuck, this feels amazing..." she whispers, her voice hoarse and strained.

With a groan, I arch my pelvis upward, seeking more of her touch. Her thumb circles the sensitive head, brushing lightly over the precum leaking from the tip. 

"Wow, you're actually drooling," she remarks breathlessly. 

A bead of pre-cum leaks out of my cock, forming a sticky thread between us as she strokes it faster and harder. I groan loudly, squirming uncontrollably beneath her touch. Her head lowers, her plush lips sliding over the helmet of my cock. Her tongue dances across my sensitive flesh, sending shocks down to my toes.

Her silken tongue trails down my thick shaft, spiraling lower and lower until she arrives at the base. Her mouth wraps around my length, wet and warm, creating a vacuum seal. My vision whites out as she devours me whole, her silky tongue slicking up and down the underside of my cock. Her mouth was pure ecstasy, warm and wet as she envelops me completely. Her suction is voracious, drawing me in further until I hit the back of her throat.

Her head starts bobbing enthusiastically, swallowing my length again and again as her hands manipulate the remaining inches of my cock. I couldn't help but pull her pants down in response, tugging in the waistband of her leggings and her underwear until her raw clit was out in the open, dripping wet with arousal. I didn't think twice and immediately shot my head up towards her cunt. I push my face into her sex, smothering my nose deep into her clit as she continues to suck my dick.

As my tongue delves deeper into her scorching depths, she bucks wildly against me, her hips grinding shamelessly against my face. Her hips churn in syncopation with my tongue, coating my chin and lips with her juices. 

The exquisite taste of Lea's arousal heightens my senses, pushing me past the brink. Her oral ministrations on my rock-hard cock become frenzied, slurping and swallowing me eagerly. My rigid shaft surges further up her slender throat, choking on its girth as she takes it greedily. Each plunge of her head drives my balls to slap against her chin, her spit greasing my aching sack.

Her hungry lips vibrate around my pulsating rod, sending shockwaves through my being whilst she growls hungrily. My heart pounds in sync with the frantic undulations of her hip grinding against my face. God, she tastes like heaven- sweet and salty, her nectar flooding my eager mouth as I feast on her velvety folds. 

My hands clutch at her fleshy ass, pulling her tighter against my mouth. I tongue-fuck her drenched hole, lapping up every drop of her arousal. She gasps sharply, releasing me with a loud pop. Her core tightens, muscles spasming around my invading tongue as I sink deeper within her warm canal. 

"Yes!" she cries out, rocking erratically against my face, chasing her release with abandon. 

"Oh, you're gonna make me cum... Oh-Ohhh G-God... Oh, Sh-Shit... SHIT!"

My heart races as Lea's moans fill the room, her orgasm ripping through her. Fuck! I can't believe this is happening! She was cumming all over my face, her sweet juices flowing freely from her throbbing clit. Her cries reverberate throughout the unit, a testament to her pleasure as I revel in her core, lapping greedily at her most private area. 

As she came apart, I gripped her hips tighter, burying my face further into her dripping cunt. Her orgasm raged through her system, waves upon waves crashing down as her juices gushed forth like a broken dam. Her legs clamped around my head, pinning me to her throbbing sex. Her inner walls constricted around my tongue, sucking it deeply into her convulsing passage.

Her head arched back, the pleasure coursing through her as she rode out wave after wave of bliss. My lungs burn, desperate for air as Lea's muscular thighs squeeze my skull like a vice. Her knees press into either side of my head, trapping me beneath her heavenly grasp.

"Oh shit," Lea moans, wriggling atop me as her climax subsides. 

Her cunt contracts and pulses around my tongue, still buried deep inside her channel. My lungs scream for oxygen as I inhale the intoxicating perfume of Lea's arousal, my senses overwhelmed by the musk of her satiated pussy. As she comes down from her peak, I pull my head from between her legs, breathing heavily as her wet juices glisten on my lips.

My lungs scream for oxygen as I inhale the intoxicating perfume of Lea's arousal, my senses overwhelmed by the musk of her satiated pussy. As she comes down from her peak, I pull my head from between her legs, breathing heavily as her wet juices glisten on my lips. 

Lea collapses onto the mats, her lithe form trembling from the aftershocks of her climax. My throat burns, parched and dry from sucking in every last droplet of her arousal.  Breathless, I wrestle my head free from her grasp, gasping for air as she rolls over onto her back beside me. Her round breasts heave up and down, swollen and heaving with desire.  

"Holy fuck..." she gasps, her glazed eyes meeting mine with awe. 

"I haven't cummed like that in awhile... You're something else, Coach!" She breathlessly uttered, panting in the afterglow of her climax.

Her cheeks flush a shade of crimson, matching the color of her ripe nipples hardening beneath her sports bra. She props herself up on one elbow, gazing down at me with a sultry expression. Before I could even respond, she crawled herself towards me. She sprawls on top of my drenched frame, her wet lips greasing mine as she latches me with a sinful kiss.

Her tongue invades my mouth, tasting herself as we entwine ourselves in an intense duel. Our tongues intertwined, rolling and wrestling passionately. My hands snake their way up her milky smooth back, my fingers grazing the nape of her neck.

"Fuck, you're hot..." I whisper against her lips, flicking my tongue over hers. 

Our bodies pressed together, bare skin against bare skin, the sweat making us slide over one another like oil. My erect cock presses insistently against her soaked mound as we grind against each other. My hands cup her generous ass, gripping the firm flesh as our bodies grind together. I can feel the heat radiating from her center, the smell of her arousal driving me wild.

"You're quite big down there..." She whispers, her hips sway sensually, drawing tight circles around my aching crown as her slick entrance teases me relentlessly. She looks down into me, a hunger blazing within their depths. 

"I need you," she pants, nipping at my bottom lip. 

"Inside me."

Only a fool would say no to such a request, especially if it came from a bombshell like her. I felt my heart pounding in my chest as I stared up at the gorgeous woman straddling my hips. Her lips were parted, her breath quickening as her half-asian eyes gazed down at me, anticipation written all over her flushed face. I look up at her breathlessly, our eyes locked, unable to move or speak. I can feel my heart thundering in my chest as anticipation builds.

I feel her hand snakes downwards between us, grasping the thick root of my cock firmly. She lines up the tip with her molten entrance, holding me steady as she begins to sink down onto my pulsating shaft. 

"Oh-Ohhh... Sh-Shit..." She groaned loudly, her taut snatch engulfing my cock as she lowered herself into me. Her walls clench down around my length, her heat enveloped me as I looked up into those deep brown pools. 

"Oh, Yessss..." I hiss, my fingers digging into the crease of her ass as she impales herself on my thick meat. 

Her moans grow louder, ragged breaths mingling with the sound of our flesh merging. Our bodies interlock in primal fashion as I lift my hips to match her thrusts. She moves fluidly above me, her supple body bending and twisting as if  she was performing a private dance only meant for me. Sweat beads on her skin, sliding down her soft curves, pooling between her ample breasts bouncing against my chest.

Our groans intertwine, becoming one as she rides me fervently. I drink her in, her scent a perfume more potent than the sweetest bloom. Every jostle sends electric volts through my spine, her nimble digits running through the mess of damp hair piled upon my brow. She leans down, capturing my mouth with hers, breathing harshly into me. 

"Your dick feels so damn good," she pants against my lips.

My hips rise to meet hers, my eager hands gripping her ample ass as I thrust upwards, driving my cock deep inside her welcoming passage. The walls of her vagina clench around me tightly, milking my member as she bucks against me. 

Her inner muscles flutter against my invading shaft, sending shockwaves through my entire being as I feel her blossoming canal stretch to accommodate my massive size. She throws her head back, her breasts heaving as she moans in sheer ecstasy. 

"Holy fuck!" Lea screams, thrashing wildly against me.

Her voice echoes through the apartment, a primal cry as I hold her against me, bucking my hips upwards to meet her downward motions. I feel my cock throb within her warmth, filling her completely as her snug walls grasp my pulsing shaft like a glove. She lifts her torso slightly, bracing her hands on my firm pecs for support.

My hands reach up to palm her heaving breasts, kneading the soft mounds through the damp fabric of her sports bra. She arches into my touch, a sinful moan bubbling from her lips as I pinch and twist her puffy nipples. Her pussy squeezes around me in response, heightening my euphoria.

Her movements falter as she teeters on the precipice of release. I wrap my arms tightly around her back, my thumbs digging into the meat of her asscheeks as I raise my hips, plunging deep inside her. She lets out a garbled cry, her climax ripping through her fit body like a storm surge.

Her nails dig into my shoulders, anchoring herself as she's ravaged by her orgasm. Her tight pussy convulses around my shaft, her sweet juices gushing over my quivering cock. 

"Oh, shit! SHIT!" She whimpered, her upper body falling down into mine as she succumbed to her ordeal.

As the final tremors of her release subside, Her arms give out, her whole body collapses on top of me as she catches her breath. Her ragged breathing matches my own as I hold her limp form, unwilling to relinquish my grip on her silken walls. 

"Wow..." She gasps, trailing kisses down the column of my neck.

My arms tighten around her, one hand roaming down to grasp her cheek, tilting her head back for another searing kiss. My lips attack hers fiercely, claiming her, branding her as mine as my other hand slips beneath her sopping sports bra. My calloused palm smooths across her breast, gliding over the puckered peak of her nipple. 

I flipped us over in the midst of our passion. Her hips lift off the mat as I roll us over, ending up between her widespread legs. My hands grip her thighs and shove them further apart as I settle myself on top of her. My rigid length slides smoothly along her slit, coated with our combined juices, lubricating the path for my engorged tip. I hover above her, gazing down at her lust-filled eyes framed by dark lashes.

My throbbing cockhead brushes over her clit, drawing a needy moan from Lea's lips. Her hooded eyes flutter closed as her fingers dive into my hair, pulling me down for another hungry kiss. Our lips mesh together, tongues dueling for dominance. The heat of our bodies combines with the humidity of Miami, causing sweat to glisten on our flushed skin. I line my tip up with her opening, sliding into her to the hilt in one fluid motion. A strangled gasp escapes her throat, her fingernails raking down my back as she rocks against me. 

"Yes," she hisses, 

"Fuck me! Fuck me very hard!" She added. I drive into her, slamming my body against hers. 

Each thrust finds me sinking deeper, the sensations overwhelming. Her calves wrap around my lower back, pulling me deeper as I pick up the pace. My teeth graze against her earlobe as I growl, "So tight, Lea. You feel so fucking good." 

I begin to pound mercilessly into her, pounding flesh against flesh as our moans escalate. "Oh fuck... Y-Yeah... Oh shit..." she pants. 

Her hands claw at my shoulders, nails sinking into my skin. Our mouths clash, teeth scraping against each other as we devour one another, fuelled by our insatiable desire. Her heels dig into my ass, urging me on, forcing me deeper into her clutching warmth. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room, mingling with our throaty grunts and feral growls.

My cock bursts through her cervix, stretching it taut as I pound furiously into her cult. Our lovemaking becomes more animalistic, primitive, and raw. She grabs handfuls of my ass, slapping my cheeks with a loud smack that reverberates throughout the room. My hips move like pistons, plowing into her at breakneck speed. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through my veins. 

"I'll make you fucking scream," I rasp against her ear, my thrusts quickening. 

Lea mewls beneath me, her whole body shuddering as I bottom out inside her. Her wetness coats my cock, the slick sounds of our bodies merging filling the room. 

"Fuck! Oh fuck!" she whimpers, her eyes rolling back as I relentlessly hammer into her. Her heated walls quiver around my pistoning cock, the intense pleasure on the verge of being too much. 

"Don't stop! Don't you fucking stop!" She demands, her voice cracking with urgency. 

I comply, driving deeper and harder into her. Our hips clash in perfect sync, creating a symphony of wet slaps echoing through the apartment. Her face contorts in ecstasy as her orgasm detonates, sending shockwaves rippling through her quivering frame. 

"Oh god, oh fuck..." she chokes, her entire body tensing as she grips me tightly within her. 

Her sex-grip tightens, clamping around my twitching dick. Her eyes flicker open, fluttering as she struggles to maintain focus. Her face twists into a grimace, teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she fights against the impending ecstasy. 

"Oh god," she gasps, pussy fluttering around my cock, 

"I-I'm gonna-" 

"That's it," I growl, sensing her pending climax, 

"Cum for me, Lea. Fucking cum for me!" I grunted urgently.

My hips pump furiously, spearheading deep into her sultry channel. Incoherent murmurs bubble from her lips, eyes squeezed shut as she rides out her orgasm. Her body jolts uncontrollably, and I can feel the heat of her essence drenching my cock. 

"Lea... fuck..." I groan. 

My control shatters, abandoning me utterly to my lust-driven prowess. I quicken my pace, my pumps into her slick passage turning wild and untamed. My mouth waters at the sight of her heaving chest, her delicate nipples visible beneath her taut sports bra. Her waist dips perfectly into the flare of her hips, her silken thighs flexing with every movement. I'm held captive by her striking appearance, each feature accentuating her Eurasian heritage beautifully.

Our sweat-soaked bodies slap together with increasing fury, the noise of our fornication filling the room as if we're inside a secluded jungle rather than an affluent beachfront condominium. A primal roar escapes my lips as I let loose, my balls tightening painfully as I thrust forcefully into her trembling core. The sounds that escape her mouth become increasingly animalistic as she receives me hungrily. 

"Here I... Fucking cum, Lea... F-Fuck... FUCK!" 

In a haste, I pull out of Lea's clit and shoot a barrage of cum straight into her stomach. Thick ropes of semen jet from my engorged tip, spilling over her ivory belly and onto the hot, humid air surrounding us. The powerful blasts coat her pink nipples, still erect despite her recent orgasm. My eyelids flutter heavily as I unload a torrent of seed onto her smooth skin, our groans interweaving with the sticky sound of my release painting her torso.

My vision darkens at the edges, my orgasm pulsating from the depths of my soul. I collapse atop her, spent and satisfied, my slick abs pressing against her glistening skin. Our hearts race in unison, throbbing against each other as we catch our breath. Lea's hands stroke leisurely circles across my back, gentle aftershocks trembling beneath her fingertips. 

"Mmm..." She closes her eyes and takes a slow, deep breath. She pulls me closer, our bodies drenched in sweat. 

"Wow," she murmurs, her lips brushing against my ear. 

"I needed that." I rolled onto my side, propped up on my elbow, gazing down at her. 

Her skin was flushed and her hair was mussed. But she looked gorgeous. Perfect, even. My hand traces patterns on her stomach, following the contours of her curves. Our lips lock in a fiery kiss, tongues battling for dominance as we begin to writhe against each other. Hands explore feverishly, tracing muscle definition and the softness of tender skin.

"Well, that was quite the workout..." Lea pants, brushing a lock of hair from her face.

"You're right," I grin, tracing my finger along her jawline. 

Lea and I lie side-by-side, her sweaty thigh thrown carelessly over mine as we bask in the afterglow of our intense session. Our labored breaths mingle in the silence, the only sound our skin sticking together as we shift positions. My chest rises and falls heavily, trying to regulate my breathing. 

I shift my weight, bringing our heads together, noses brushing slightly. Leaning in, I trace her lips softly, parting them with a gentle touch. Our tongues clash against each other, relishing in the lingering taste of salt and arousal. 

"You're so addicting," she mutters as I trail kisses down her jawline, settling on her exposed neck.

Our kiss deepens, my hand wandering down her side to grope her ass, pulling her body against mine. Lea's fingers lace through my hair, tugging roughly as her nails scrape across my scalp. Our lips mash together feverishly, tasting each other intently. 

"I guess I should go clean up," Lea muses, biting her lip. 

"Shower with me?" She asks, placing a soft kiss on my lips. 

"Lead the way," I answer, smiling at the prospect of prolonging this delightful encounter. 

"It's through here." She says as she leads me to the bathroom. 

As soon as we walk in, I'm greeted by the smell of vanilla and peaches. The last of our clothing leaves our frames as we enter the glassed shower. The steam from the hot water invades the space, fogging up the mirrors and turning the room into a sauna. 

The showerhead rumbles to life, raining a cascade of steaming water over us, drowning out all sound but the ones we create. Our lips clash again, tongues tangling and caressing as our hands explore the damp surfaces of each other's naked forms.

My soapy hands glide down her back, encircling her waist before settling on the luscious globes of her ass. I tug her close, pressing my throbbing cock against her abdomen as our tongues dance frantically in a feverish duel. 

Water cascades down our slick bodies, streaming over the curves of her lush physique. My soap-slicked hands glide down her spine, pausing at the dimples just above her rounded butt. Palms flatten against the soft cheeks, squeezing gently as I pull her flush against my hardness. Our tongues spar wickedly, dueling for supremacy as our bodies entwine like vines in a jungle.

Our passion builds like a wildfire, fueled by the heat of our soaking flesh. Hands roam wildly, kneading and grabbing, testing the limits of our endurance. Our kiss breaks reluctantly, foreheads touching as we catch our breath. Lea's eyes flutter open, locking onto mine with a sultry gaze. Her voice husks, 

"I wish we could do this again..." She utters suddenly, much to my surprise. 

"What do you mean?" I couldn't help but utter.

"I mean..." Lea pauses, trailing her fingers along my arms. 

"I'm not from here, Thomas. I'm a long way home from Texas." Her voice trembles with uncertainty as she awaits my reaction. 

My heart hammers in my chest, taking a moment to absorb her words. Her eyes search mine, desperate for validation, begging for reassurance. She nibbles anxiously on her lower lip, awaiting a response. 

"Texas, huh?" I reply, pulling her in for another hungry kiss. Our lips melt into one, an inferno building between us once again. 

"My flight back home is tomorrow afternoon," she breathes, leaning her forehead against mine. 

"Funny, you should say that..." I whisper against her mouth, trailing soft kisses along her jawline. Her breath hitches, understanding my implication. 

"I'm leaving tomorrow night as well... To Seoul..." I added. I watch her eyes suddenly wide up. Her grip on me tightens, her face flushing crimson. 

"Really?" she pants, leaning in for another kiss. 

This time, I lead, my hands trailing down to the small of her back, pressing her flush against my straining erection. She gasps as I slip my tongue into her mouth, exploring every nook and cranny. My hand reaches around her ass, kneading the plush globe possessively. 

"You go to Korea, as well? We can always meet up in Seoul! I still have work and family there." She uttered in excitement.

"I would love that," I murmured against her lips. Lea's breath hitches, nipples hardening to tight buds as they graze my chest. 

"Oh yeah?" she breathes, her hand sliding down to grasp my cock firmly. 

"Prove it," she challenges, stroking my rigid shaft slowly. Oh, she was definitely asking for it, I thought. 

In a surprising move, I let go of her hand and spun her around against me, planting her face and big tits against the fogged wall. My hands grip her hips, pulling them back against me as I settle my throbbing length between the soft cheeks of her toned ass. Trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses along the nape of her neck, I savor the feel of her silken skin beneath my lips. My cock nestles between her ass crack, riding back and forth along the slick valley.

Her perfect ass bumped and ground against me, encouraging my growing stiffness. With a groan, I reached down and grasped my throbbing cock in my fist, angling it towards her entrance. In one swift motion, I sank deep inside of her. Her inner muscles clenched around me, pulsing like a heartbeat as I began to thrust in earnest. I curled my arm around her waist, pulling her flush against me as my hips snapped forward, making her scream throughout the night. 

"Oh, god! Oh my god, yes! F-Fuck! Y-Yes! YES!!!"

Epilogue:

As much as I would've loved to spend the night in Lea's arms. I had to remind myself of the clothes I still had to pack, and the luggage I still had to check in. I felt like I was moving out for good to be honest. The thought about living under one roof with Soojin sent jolts of excitement in me. I was going to be in Korea for a while. I wanted to explore as many opportunities as I could both in the ring and on the dance floor. 

Gosh, it was like I had married Soojin already. It has only been a few months since we made things official. But it already felt like we knew each other lifetimes ago. Fuck, I miss her man. I dreaded every night in my apartment without her. I was so madly in love that I wished I already brought here with me, in the US.

But I get it, it was still too early for us to be making that kind of call. But still, I couldn't wait to see her again. At least, I'll have a chance with Lea someday in Seoul as well. Her siblings were still in the industry and who knows, she might make a comeback of her own. I was about to open the door to my apartment when a buzz on my phone stops me on my tracks. I take out the device to find a message from Soojin. And when I looked upon what she said, I couldn't help laugh my heart out as it read: 

"OH MY GOD LEE TAEHYUN!!! THAT WAS HUENING LEA!!! THE YOUNGEST MEMBER OF VIVA AND HUENING KAI AND BAHIYYIH’S OLDER SISTER!" 

Her text got me laughing my lungs out. As I entered the apartment, all my luggage by the entrance, including my checked-in stuff, laid upon the edge of the door. I set aside what I'll be packing tonight on the dining table. Sitting across the sofa bed, I picked up my phone again and simply replied with a tease. 

Yes, I figured it out as well. ;)

Notes: Don’t get me wrong, I like Bahiyyh too but god damn Lea is so fucking hot…

You know your boy likes them thiccc…

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Jiwoo, the group’s leader, claps her hands, her short bob bouncing as she calls out, “Alright, good work, everyone! Let’s head back to the dorm and rest.”

The others nod, gathering their water bottles and towels, their chatter filling the room with a mix of exhaustion and camaraderie.

Carmen, the Indonesian member and the first of her nationality to debut under SM, lingers behind, wiping her face with a towel.

Her long, dark hair is pulled into a messy ponytail, and her practice outfit—a loose tank top and leggings—clings to her sweat-soaked skin.

She’s still adjusting to the intense K-pop training regimen, the late-night practices, and the cultural nuances of living in Seoul.

Jiwoo notices Carmen’s thoughtful expression and jogs over, her trademark strawberry-emoji energy radiating despite the fatigue. “Hey, Carmen, you okay? You killed it today,” Jiwoo says, nudging her playfully.

Carmen smiles, her eyes crinkling. “Thanks, Jiwoo-ya. Just… still getting used to all this. Back in Bali, I never practiced this late.” Her accent, a soft blend of Indonesian warmth and practiced Korean, makes Jiwoo grin.

“잘했어,” Jiwoo says mean 'You're doing great', she is slinging her arm around Carmen’s shoulders as they head out. “Come on, let’s go back to the dorm and rest"

They share Dorm 1 with Stella and Juun, but tonight, the others are either staying late at the studio or visiting family, leaving the space to just Carmen and Jiwoo.

The dorm is cozy, with plush couches, a small kitchen, and personal touches like Carmen’s Balinese trinkets on a shelf and Jiwoo’s collection of strawberry-themed plushies.

The air smells faintly of lavender from a diffuser, and the dim lighting creates a warm vibe.

They both take turn to shower quickly, changing into comfortable clothes—Jiwoo in a loose t-shirt and shorts, Carmen in a soft oversized hoodie and sweatpants.

Settling on the living room floor with a pile of snacks—chips, ramyeon, and some Indonesian krupuk Carmen brought from home—they start joking around.

Jiwoo grabs a krupuk, crunching loudly and mimicking a dramatic K-drama villain. “Carmen, you dare bring this delicious weapon into my dorm?” she says, pointing the cracker at her.

Carmen laughs, her voice bright and melodic, and snatches it back. “You still eat it tho!” They dissolve into giggles, rolling on the floor, the stress of practice melting away.

Their playful banter escalates when Jiwoo grabs a cushion and tosses it at Carmen, who retaliates by tackling Jiwoo onto the couch. They wrestle lightly, their laughter echoing, until they’re breathless, sprawled side by side.

Jiwoo props herself up on one elbow, her face close to Carmen’s, her eyes glinting with mischief. “You know, Carmen, you’re so different from everyone here. It’s cool. Like, in Indonesia, do you guys just… hug and kiss your friends all the time?”

Carmen blinks, caught off guard by the shift in tone, “Kiss? Like, on the cheek, yeah, sometimes. It’s normal to be close with friends. Why?” Her brow furrows, sensing Jiwoo’s teasing vibe.

Jiwoo smirks, leaning closer, her breath warm against Carmen’s cheek. “In Korea, it’s not that common, you know. Kissing a friend? People might think you’re… more than friends.” Her voice is playful, but there’s a curious edge, her eyes searching Carmen’s face.

Carmen’s cheeks flush, her heart picking up speed. “More than friends? It’s just… affection, right? No big deal.” She tries to laugh it off, but Jiwoo’s proximity—her familiar scent of strawberry shampoo and the heat of her body—makes Carmen’s thoughts blur.

Jiwoo’s teasing doesn’t stop, she brushes a strand of hair from Carmen’s face, her fingers lingering. “So, if I kissed you right now, you’d be cool with it? Just… friendly, right?” The air thickens, the playful mood shifting into something heavier, electric.

Carmen’s breath catches, her eyes flickering to Jiwoo’s lips. “I… guess? I mean, it’s just a kiss.” Her voice is softer now, uncertain but curious, the cultural gap between them sparking a mix of confusion and intrigue.

Jiwoo doesn’t hesitate. She leans in, pressing a soft, tentative kiss to Carmen’s lips, pulling back quickly to gauge her reaction.

Carmen’s eyes widen, her face burning, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she laughs nervously, her voice shaky. “Ehem, that was… not what I expected.”

Jiwoo grins, emboldened. “Not bad, though, right?” she kisses Carmen again, slower this time, her lips lingering, testing the waters.

Carmen’s hesitation melts, her body responding instinctively as she kisses back, her hands finding Jiwoo’s waist. The kiss deepens, tongues brushing, a soft moan escaping Carmen’s throat.

The cultural shock of kissing a friend fades, replaced by a rush of desire neither expected.

Jiwoo pulls back slightly, her voice husky. “Carmen, you’re okay with this? I don’t want to freak you out.”

Carmen’s eyes are dark, her breathing uneven. “It’s umm… different, but I like it. I like you,” she admits, her voice raw, the confession surprising even herself.

Jiwoo’s smile is soft, almost tender, as she reaches out, her fingers gently cupping Carmen’s cheeks. Their eyes lock, and the world seems to narrow to just the two of them.

Something unspoken burns in their throats, a mix of nerves and longing rising like a tide. Jiwoo’s thumbs brush Carmen’s cheekbones, her touch light but electric, and Carmen’s breath hitches, her lips parting slightly.

“Carmen,” Jiwoo whispers, her voice barely audible, “you’re really okay with this, right?”

Carmen nods, her voice caught somewhere between her racing heart and her uncertainty. “Yeah… I think so,” she murmurs, her Indonesian accent thicker with emotion.

Jiwoo leans in, closing the small distance, and their lips meet again, this time with a hunger that wasn’t there before. The kiss is urgent, deep, their mouths moving together as if trying to say what words can’t.

Carmen’s hands find Jiwoo’s waist, pulling her closer, their bodies pressing against each other on the couch, the forgotten snacks crunching under their shifting weight.

Jiwoo’s hands move with purpose, sliding under Carmen’s hoodie, her fingers tracing the warm, smooth skin of her stomach. The touch sends a shiver through Carmen, her muscles tensing under Jiwoo’s gentle exploration.

“Jiwoo…” Carmen murmurs, her voice a fragile mix of nerves and need, the unfamiliar intimacy both thrilling and overwhelming. Jiwoo’s fingers pause, her eyes searching Carmen for permission.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” she says softly, her voice laced with care.

“It’s not,” Carmen whispers, her hands tightening on Jiwoo’s waist.

Jiwoo smiles, a flicker of relief in her eyes, and tugs the hoodie upward. Carmen lifts her arms, letting Jiwoo pull it off, revealing her simple black bra, the contrast striking against her tanned skin.

Jiwoo’s breath catches, her gaze lingering. “Carmen…” she whispers, her voice reverent, as she leans in, her lips brushing Carmen’s collarbone, then trailing lower, kissing the soft swell of her breasts above the bra.

Carmen’s head tilts back, a soft gasp escaping her lips as Jiwoo’s kisses ignite sparks across her skin. Her hands tangle in Jiwoo’s short hair, anchoring herself as her body arches instinctively into Jiwoo’s touch.

Jiwoo’s fingers move deftly, finding the clasp of Carmen’s bra and unfastening it with a quiet click. The bra falls away, revealing Carmen’s perky breasts, her dark nipples hardening in the cool air.

Jiwoo’s hands cup them gently, her thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks, drawing a sharp gasp from Carmen. “Jiwoo…” she murmurs, her voice trembling, the sensation overwhelming.

“좋아?” Jiwoo asks, her voice low and warm, her eyes locked on Carmen’s flushed face, checking for any sign of hesitation.

Carmen nods, her breath hitching as Jiwoo’s thumbs continue their slow, teasing circles. “좋아” she manages, her words dissolving into a moan as Jiwoo gently pinches and rolls her nipples, her lips finding a sensitive spot on Carmen’s neck.

Jiwoo sucks lightly, leaving a faint mark, her touch both tender and possessive. “You’re so sensitive,” Jiwoo murmurs, her voice a mix of awe and desire, her lips curving into a small smile against Carmen’s skin.

Jiwoo’s hands explore further, one sliding down to the waistband of Carmen’s sweatpants, her fingers teasing the edge.

“Can I?” she asks, her voice gentle but thick with want, her eyes searching Carmen’s for consent.

Carmen’s heart races, the cultural gap she felt earlier fading under the weight of her desire. She nods, slower this time, her voice barely a whisper, “ne...”

Jiwoo’s smile widens, and she hooks her fingers into the waistband, sliding Carmen’s sweatpants and panties down in one smooth motion, tossing them aside.

Carmen’s bare pussy glistens in the dim light, and Jiwoo’s breath catches, her eyes darkening. “Carmen, you’re dripping,” she says, her voice low, almost reverent, as her fingers brush over Carmen’s clit through the slickness, drawing a soft whimper.

Carmen’s hips buck involuntarily, her hands gripping Jiwoo’s shoulders for support. “Jiwoo…!” she gasps, the sensation electric, her body responding in ways she’s never experienced.

Jiwoo’s fingers move with care, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over Carmen’s clit, watching her reactions closely.

Carmen’s moans grow louder, her nails digging into Jiwoo’s shoulders, her body trembling under the building pleasure.

Jiwoo shifts, shedding her own t-shirt and shorts, her movements quick but deliberate. Her black bra and panties stand out against her pale skin, and Carmen’s eyes widen, drinking in Jiwoo’s slender, toned body, the result of countless dance practices.

Jiwoo unclasps her bra, letting it fall, revealing her small, perky breasts, her nipples already hard.

Carmen hesitates, her hands hovering, torn between curiosity and uncertainty. She wants to touch Jiwoo, to feel her, but the newness of it all holds her back.

“Come on,” Jiwoo says softly, her voice inviting, almost playful, as she guides Carmen’s hands to her breasts.

Carmen’s fingers tremble as they cup Jiwoo’s breasts, her thumbs brushing awkwardly over her nipples.

Jiwoo moans softly, a sound that sends a jolt through Carmen, but then Jiwoo laughs, her eyes crinkling with amusement.

“You’re so bad at this,” she teases, her voice warm, not mocking. Carmen’s cheeks burn, and she pouts, her hands still on Jiwoo’s breasts as if speaking to them, “I’m sorry! I’m trying, okay?”

Jiwoo’s laughter softens, and she cups Carmen’s cheeks, pulling her into a deep, reassuring kiss. Their bare breasts press together, the sensation electric, skin against skin, their heartbeats syncing in the quiet dorm.

“Let me lead, then,” Jiwoo whispers against Carmen’s lips. She guides Carmen to lie back on the couch, the plush fabric cools against Carmen’s heated skin.

Jiwoo’s fingers return to Carmen’s pussy, now bare and glistening, her touch more confident now. She teases Carmen’s clit, then slides a finger inside, feeling the tight, wet walls clench around her.

“You’re so tight,” Jiwoo murmurs, her voice thick with desire, her eyes locked on Carmen’s face as she pumps slowly, watching every flicker of pleasure.

Carmen’s moans grow louder, her hands instinctively grabbing Jiwoo’s wrist, not to stop her but to ground herself. “Jiwoo…” she pleads, her voice desperate, the pleasure building faster than she can process.

Jiwoo adds a second finger, curling them to hit Carmen’s sweet spot, her thumb circling her clit with practiced precision.

Carmen’s body trembles, her nails digging into Jiwoo’s wrist, her hips bucking against Jiwoo’s hand. “Jiwoo, I’m… I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” she gasps, her voice breaking, her eyes squeezing shut.

Jiwoo leans down, her lips capturing one of Carmen’s nipples, sucking gently as her fingers move relentlessly. The dual sensations push Carmen over the edge, and she cries out, her body shaking as she cums, her juices coating Jiwoo’s hand in a rush of warmth.

Jiwoo slows her movements, easing Carmen through the aftershocks, then pulls her fingers out, licking them clean with a soft moan. “Damn, Carmen,” she says, her eyes burning with desire, her own arousal evident in her flushed cheeks.

Carmen, still catching her breath, sits up, her eyes dark with a mix of shyness and determination. “I… I want to try that too,” she says, her voice quiet but resolute, her Indonesian accent softening the words.

Jiwoo’s smile is warm, encouraging, as she lies back on the couch, spreading her legs. Her panties are soaked, clinging to her, and Carmen’s breath catches, her heart pounding.

She slides Jiwoo’s panties off, revealing her glistening pussy, and swallows hard, a nervous *glup* escaping her throat.

Jiwoo laughs, her hand covering her mouth, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Carmen!” she says, her voice light but affectionate, “Never done this before?”

Carmen blushes, her gaze flicking between Jiwoo’s pussy and her own hands, as if they might betray her inexperience. “Never,” she admits, her voice small. “I’m a newbie at this.”

Jiwoo’s laughter fades into a gentle smile, and she reaches out, brushing Carmen’s cheek. “You can do this. Just… try.”

Carmen nods, her nerves giving way to curiosity. She leans down, her fingers tentatively exploring Jiwoo’s pussy, rubbing slow circles over her clit.

Jiwoo’s soft moan encourages her, and Carmen’s touch grows bolder, her fingers sliding through Jiwoo’s slickness.

The intimacy of it—the warmth, the vulnerability—stirs something deep in Carmen, and she leans closer, her lips brushing Jiwoo’s inner thigh before pressing a tentative kiss to her pussy. Jiwoo gasps, her hips lifting slightly. “Yes, Carmen, like that,” she murmurs, her voice thick with need.

But Carmen’s inexperience shows, her movements hesitant, and Jiwoo senses her struggle. “Want me to show you something else?” Jiwoo asks, her voice gentle but laced with excitement. Carmen nods, eager to learn, to please.

Jiwoo sits up, guiding Carmen to shift positions, their legs intertwining until their pussies press together, slick and warm. “Like this,” Jiwoo says, starting to move, their bodies finding a rhythm. Carmen gasps at the sensation, the friction electric, her hands gripping Jiwoo’s thighs.

They grind together, slow at first, then faster, their moans blending in the quiet dorm. “Jiwoo, this… oh god,” Carmen breathes, her body trembling, the pleasure unlike anything she’s known.

Jiwoo’s eyes are locked on hers, her voice a low whisper. “You feel so good, Carmen.” Their movements grow desperate, the couch creaking, their juices mixing as they chase release.

Carmen’s cultural shock is a distant memory, her body and heart fully surrendered to Jiwoo, to this moment. “Jiwoo, I’m… I’m...,” Carmen gasps, her nails digging into Jiwoo’s skin.

Jiwoo nods, grinding harder, her own pleasure peaking. “Me too. Together.” They climax together, their bodies shaking, moans loud and unrestrained, their pussies pulsing against each other.

Carmen’s vision blurs, her body collapsing onto Jiwoo’s, their sweaty skin pressed together, their breaths ragged.

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They lie there, tangled, the dorm silent except for their softening breaths. Jiwoo brushes a kiss to Carmen’s forehead, her voice soft, “You, okay?”

Carmen smiles, her heart full, her body still buzzing, “More than okay. That was… wow.” They laugh, the tension easing, their bond deeper, more intimate.

They clean up, pulling on their clothes, and curl up under a blanket, Jiwoo’s head on Carmen’s shoulder.

“We’re doing this again, right?” Jiwoo murmurs, her voice sleepy. Carmen nods, her fingers tracing Jiwoo’s hand.

You nearly choke on your drink. 

Even for her, the question is bold, nonchalant, and taking you by surprise as you stir your own coffee. It's hardly the first time you've been surprised by what comes out of her mouth, but it's going to take a much stronger coffee than this one for the mental whiplash. "You know, most people start the day with a hello. Maybe a how are you doing. Good morning, even?"

Natty only smiles. "Then most people are boring. Now, come on. Answer the question."

The thing is, Natty isn't most people and can't even begin to pretend she has a filter, nor any sense of decorum. For as long as you've known her—which is basically since orientation week during your very first semester. Back when both of you were shy and clueless, fumbling along the university hallways. She’s always been like this. Bold and beautiful and utterly shameless. Ever since that one fateful day where she locked herself out of her car in the snow, crying her pretty eyes out until you offered her a ride home that ended with her between your legs—because she wouldn't let you say no to a blowjob as a way to return the favor. 

So romantic.

And you've been inseparable ever since. 

"Where's this even coming from?" you ask, dipping a bite of your pancake into a pool of syrup. "Did you buy me breakfast so you could pry into my sex life?" 

"As if I need an excuse for that," Natty says, lips wrapping around her straw, her cheeks hollowed as she slurps with this gaze that doesn't seem the least bit innocent. "Can't a girl just be curious?"

The pancakes here are impeccable—but not enough to distract from the weight of her question, or how red your cheeks feel under the heat of it. "Curious usually implies a level of subtlety." 

"When was I ever subtle? You'd be bored to death." It's true. So much. If there ever was an opposite to subtlety, Natty would probably be their ambassador. If she ever came up to you and asked something simple like what your favorite color was, you would know something was terribly wrong and she might need to visit the university's clinic right away. "Now, seriously, you're deflecting. Just answer the question."

You sigh, pausing before you pop another piece of pancake in your mouth, fork dangling uselessly between your fingers. "Not exactly."

"What do you mean, not exactly? It's a yes or no question. Not a lot of gray area here," she points out with this cocky grin that really doesn't help matters. But fuck her and her logic and the way she's sitting there with those tits all proudly on display when she over more, knowing they'll distract you from thinking clearly. "Which one is it?"

"Fine, no. I haven't. Happy now?" you admit, hoping the frustration in your tone would make it clear enough you're not exactly thrilled at being put under a microscope like this. 

"Really?" Her brows raise. It's not often you find Natty speechless but, here we are. She obviously thinks there's a world where you have a threesome every time you do the laundry and she's confused why that isn't the case. "Never? Guy with a cock like yours and you haven't shared it with more than one girl at a time?"

"Sorry to disappoint," you answer, rolling your eyes. You've shared a bed with Natty plenty of times over the years you've known her, and you're not exactly a stranger to each other's bodies—but still, this is not a conversation you ever expected to have over breakfast.

Natty laughs. "Don't be. But sounds like something we should fix then," she offers, casually, like her suggestion is the same as deciding what to order for dessert. 

"Yeah, I'll just find two pretty girls to sleep with at the same time, how hard can that be? Let me post an ad on the campus bulletin board. Pretty sure I'd find a line halfway to the dean's office."

"Two? I'm the first girl you'd choose and you know it," Natty remarks, smug, no trace of self-consciousness in her voice. And she's not entirely wrong. You're never admitting that out loud though. That would go straight to her head and it's already big enough as is. "We'll just have to find you the second one."

"Easy for you to say. Didn't realize you were such an expert in these matters."

"Please, if anyone is, it's me," Natty brags with a casual toss of her hair. "The hottest girl on campus with a body like this and you think I'm not being shared every chance I get? College boys can't get enough of me. Neither can the girls. Why even stop at just two, when I can just get the whole back row of chemistry class involved?"

The worst part is how plausible that actually seems. 

"Look, it's not exactly a priority for me, Nat. You're more than I can handle as is," you say, playing your best card with hopes that it’s enough of a distraction from this subject.

"Well, lucky for you, I'll do all the leg work then. Leave it all to me."

The way she says it, no hesitation whatsoever, is terrifying. Like she has a plan already formed, all that's left is execution. And you're not sure anything should ever be left to her, ever.

But a part of you has to admit—you wouldn't exactly hate sharing a bed with Natty and... someone else. Someone just as pretty, someone with a body made from pure sin who knows how to play with her, who can hold their own against her. You can't even imagine that there are too many potential candidates that would fit the bill, but you try to not get ahead of yourself, because no matter how crazy the idea seems, nothing is for sure. No need to get your hopes up, so soon.

So you finish your breakfast, with no other mention of the topic—even as her foot trails up and down your leg, a reminder that yes, you're definitely both attracted to each other and haven't done anything about it for way too fucking long.

✦ ✦

The next time you see Natty is two days later when she arrives with a laundry basket at your apartment, with some frail excuse about her machine being broken that you see through instantly. Not that you're about to complain when she starts to strip down to just a thong and a black Calvin Klein bra that barely holds in her generous tits, walking around your place half-naked like she lives here.

Which she essentially does, given how often she spends her nights in your bed.

Before her first load of laundry even finishes, you’re already leaning back against the couch, pants and boxers down to your ankles as Natty strokes your hard length. You can’t take your eyes off her tits, watching them jiggle with every movement she makes. 

The view is hypnotic enough, with this agonizingly slow rhythm her hands have as they travel along the length of your cock, and maybe you're thankful for her washer being broken down—regardless of whether or not it's actually the truth.

"You feel so built up, baby," Natty says as her hands work your shaft, thumb rubbing across the slit and spreading what leaks out along your swollen tip. "Don't you jerk off when I'm not around?"

The gentle squeeze she gives is just perfect, enough to get you groaning like you can’t get enough of her touch. "Not much point when I can just wait for you to do the job for me. What would I even watch to get off?"

"Please," she giggles as the movements of her wrist get harder to deal with. "How many pictures of my tits do you have saved on your phone? Or of me without underwear. The ones I send you when I'm so hot for you, in the library, when you're in class, with three fingers inside myself. You jerk off to them, right? Those videos of me riding a toy in my bed while I moan your name, pretending you were behind me."

"I don't know what you're talking about. I don't keep things like that on my phone," you say, voice cracking midway.

Natty just laughs and your cock throbs against her palm, giving you away completely. 

"You're such a bad fucking liar. Pretty sure you'd jerk off in class if I sent you nudes while you were there." Natty stares you dead in the eye and your lack of response is all the answer she needs. "There's no way you'd ever delete them. Especially not the pictures from the Halloween party, where I blew you in the bathroom. Pretty sure everyone in that house could hear when you fucked my throat."

"Jesus, Nat—fuck," you choke out, and you can still visualize that night, how ridiculously hot the maid costume looked on her, how hard it was for her to keep her phone recording while you ruined her pretty face, mascara running, lipstick smeared all over and god, you'd pay good money to see that view again.

"Do you know how hard it was not to share that video with the whole campus? How much you came in my mouth? How rough you were with me and how much of a mess I was after?"

It's not fair the way she brings up these memories while she strokes your shaft, squeezing a little tighter each time. The way Natty gets a firm grip while you mindlessly stare at those tits, so close to spilling out of her bra working overtime. This conversation alone is practically enough to get off and she knows that, using it for her advantage.

And even with how built-up you were before, this is all getting you there too fast. "I love how fucking hard you are. Throbbing so hard and ready to spill all over my big tits, aren’t you?”

"God, please—your fucking hands are magic.” 

"That's the thing though," Natty tells you, and her strokes become agonizingly slow, until the motion ceases, replaced by a firm, lingering squeeze that’s enough to drive you up the wall. "The best part of laundry day is milking your big fucking cock. Getting such a huge load out of these heavy balls, it’s such a good thing you have me, isn’t it?"

Sometimes, you wonder. 

Thankfully, her pace breaks from the rhythmic squeezing of her hand, returning to full speed with this twisted smile on her face, because you're pretty sure you were dying for a few seconds. "I haven't felt you shooting on my face in ages…"

"Too busy fucking your tight cunt or these huge goddamn tits."

"Can't really blame you for that. They must feel fucking amazing," she boasts, getting a firm grip and a nice twist of her wrist at the same time, bringing you that much closer. And this scene takes you back to the first day you gave her a ride home—when she refused to take no for an answer. A different couch, but the same position, Natty on her knees—an all-too-familiar sight by now. 

"Fuck, so good, Nat, I'm so close," you groan, feeling her pump and squeeze harder by the second, keeping the perfect rhythm and twisting just right. Exactly how you need her to and every stroke has you inching towards the edge.

"Good. Give me a nice thick, big load. I want you to shoot so fucking much all over these tits, ruin this expensive bra," Natty demands, pumping at record speed, voice edging you closer and closer until you can feel it right on the precipice, 

"Shit, god, don’t fucking stop, I'm gonna—"

One last firm pump has you throbbing hard and cum erupts from the tip with thick spurts as she aims you right between her covered breasts, smiling wide. The view of white splattering across her chest and staining the fabric of her bra makes it even better—It's one hell of a load, given how many days worth of cum she's coaxing out, spurting messily and watching as pearlescent strands cling all over her perfect tits. 

It's just absolutely fucking filthy and Natty’s never looked more delighted.

Once Natty’s gotten every drop from you, she glides a finger across her cum-covered chest, tasting it as she pops it into her mouth with a satisfied moan, sucking it clean. "Missed that so fucking much." 

And the strokes don't stop, milking the last bit of your release even after you're past the point of oversensitivity, but you hardly care when you can't tear your gaze from her chest, a canvas of white painted over her that's a perfect work of art.

"I think maybe we should have laundry day together more often…" you muse, content to bask in the lingering bliss as long as you can.

"Of course you do. When is anything with me not fun?" Natty retorts as she releases your cock and gets back on her feet, not even concerned by the fact she's wearing your cum like her favorite necklace. "I think I've got about half an hour left on the dryer. Plenty of time for you to fuck me senseless while we're waiting, don't you think?"

That’s when she saunters off without waiting for an answer, unhooking that cum-stained bra and slipping out of her underwear along the way.

Never one for subtlety.

✦ ✦

And now, you're supposed to focus on class somehow—a two-hour lecture, right after Natty had pulled you into the nearest bathroom, hopped up on the sink, legs spread and heels locked around your waist while you slid balls fucking deep into her. You can't even jot down a note without picturing her shirt ripped open, tits spilling out of her bra and bouncing freely as your hips pounded into her—or the way she guided your fingers around her throat when she came on your cock, greedy and insatiable for more. 

Honestly, you should have just taken her up on that offer to skip class altogether. Especially with your load still dripping down her thighs as she slid her panties back on, doing the bare minimum to look presentable. 

But here you are now, trying to pay attention, both of you sitting a few rows apart to avoid raising any suspicion. Like it's not obvious when Natty looks back and smiles, hair still a bit of a mess, visible marks all over her neck. Natty wears them proudly, not even daring to cover up the proof with makeup, wanting everyone to see what you'd done.

As the class drags on, your phone vibrates, and you're not even sure you want to check it, expecting more photos of her in various states of nudity. Something you always appreciate, but not exactly what you should be looking at in a public area. But still, the curiosity wins, so with a sigh, you tap at the screen, going against your better judgment to open the notification.

> Nat: wish you were still between my legs

this class sucks and you should be bending me over this desk right now

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And that’s even more of a warning to not open it up with anyone around. 

The temptation is strong, but your common sense wins—barely, as you silence your phone and shove it back in your pocket. At least it gives something else to think about while time drags on painfully, because god knows what's waiting for you in that picture. Last time you made this mistake in public, it was more shots of in the mirror, tongue out, her tits not covered up one bit, nothing tasteful whatsoever. Who knows what you’ll get this time, but there’s a good chance it’ll be a shot of her in the middle of getting her guts rearranged, because Natty never misses a chance to document every moment of you pounding her.

Either way, you've somehow managed to last the full two hours, mind entirely somewhere else, and it's a sigh of relief when the professor finally dismisses the class. With relative ease, Natty finds you among the sea of students leaving the hall, linking arms. "Hey, handsome. Did you miss me?"

"About as much as a kick to the balls.” 

Natty scoffs. "You ass. That's what I get for sending a present?" 

"What present?" 

She shoves a hip into you and rolls her eyes, clearly unamused. "Don't tell me you didn't see. Did you seriously just ignore them?"

"Like I'd ever check while I'm still surrounded by other students. I'm sure they'd all love a peek at your nudes, but they have to find their own."

Natty's laughter cuts through. "Ungrateful bastard. Railing me in a public bathroom is fine, but you draw the line at seeing my tits. Aren't you just the innocent one?"

“My innocence is not up for debate. Even if you want to corrupt it with your naked body.” 

"Yeah, an innocent guy who just busted inside of me ten minutes before class,” Natty says as she walks beside you, pressing her body close, tits grazing your arm. 

There’s no counter to that, really. 

"I sent more than just nudes though," she admits and pauses, licking her lips before leaning into you and whispering. "Maybe you should just check. You'll like what's waiting for you." 

"Look, Nat, I know how hard it must have been, sitting there horny as fuck for the last hour, but it can wait." 

Natty scrunches her nose in frustration. "Fine. See if I send you anything again. No more tits for you," she threatens, storming off in a huff with a clear swing in her hips. It's the kind of petty tantrum she pulls when she's feeling extra needy and neglected, hoping it’ll push your buttons. But you're not one to give in the moment she throws a little fit.

"What would I ever do without the distraction? Like you could ever resist the chance to show them off in the middle of class."

"Fuck you."

"Maybe later—if you behave."

"Ugh, you're so lucky you're cute and your dick's so fucking good. Any other guy would have been on their knees groveling after ignoring nudes from me."

"Good thing you're in love with me then," you quip, smirking and only laughing when her reaction is to punch you in the arm. Not lightly either. But Natty immediately latches back onto your arm, refusing to let go when you try to shrug her off, walking beside you with this annoyed look on her face. "You're such an asshole."

"Learned from the best."

Despite the feigned anger, Natty can't help but lean in, giving you a brief peck on the cheek, staying attached to you the entire walk. She's being particularly clingy today, a rare trait for her. "So, bar tonight?" 

"Only if you're buying."

"Baby, when have I ever bought a single drink in my life?" Natty replies, tugging you down for another quick kiss. 

"Guess you'll have fun drinking alone then."

“Too bad, loser. Guess I'll have fun bringing home one of the cute boys there.” 

"Please, they'll go home broken and you’ll be unsatisfied with whoever is brave enough to come try you,” you say, and she knows that can't even be argued, that the idea of her hooking up with some stranger seems comical at best.

She knows you’re right, and that’s all it takes as Natty runs a hand through her hair and groans. "Fine, I'll buy the first round. Deal?"

"One round? Don't know if that's really enough incentive to even leave the house."

"Greedy much? I'm not made of money,” Natty says, bumping her shoulder into yours. 

"Guess I'll see you next laundry day then."

"Oh my god, fine,” Natty finally agrees. “Two rounds. And I'll suck your dick in the bathroom, is that good enough?"

"It's a start.”

✦ ✦

Turns out, drinks taste so much better when someone else is paying. Natty looks more than pleased to have your company, not even complaining about covering the tab for the first round of shots—tequila right off the bat, because she loves an excuse to lick salt off you.

"Cheers to you for actually coming out with me for once," Natty says as the burn makes its way down her throat. 

"Don't get too used to it. I'm only here for the free drinks."

"And the view," she adds, and you can't disagree as your eyes travel to her low-cut top, drowning in cleavage. This little outfit she picked was chosen to do the most damage, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

"The tits are a nice bonus, “ you agree, shamelessly staring as she reaches for another shot and throws her head back.

"Aren't they? Everyone's jealous that you've got these beauties in your face all the time," Natty points out, jutting her big tits out as she runs hands all over and gives them a squeeze, confident as ever. You can't help but laugh, endlessly amused by how much she loves showing off. "Lucky you, huh?"

"Very," you reply, grinning through the burn when you down your second shot. "No arguments there."

"One of the many benefits only you get to experience. Not everyone gets to put their mouth on these. Have their hands all over me. Or even fuck my huge ass whenever they please."

"And humble as ever, I see," you say with a laugh, shaking your head, because that ego is as big as her fucking tits. Natty gets a little handsy as the drinks set in, when the shots switch over to something less strong—something fruity, pink and sugary sweet, the kind that goes down easily as her fingers trail along your inner thighs, gradually getting a bit higher with every sip. The way she looks at you is making it pretty fucking hard to not shove her flat on the table, push that slutty little skirt up and take her where everyone can see.

But that wouldn't exactly fly, nor have you had enough alcohol to give her what she wants in front of an audience.

Before your imagination gets the best of you, Natty shifts in her seat, the movement drawing your eyes straight down when she uncrosses and recrosses her legs, this slight little peek beneath the leather skirt and the urge to fuck her into tomorrow suddenly returns with a vengeance.

"What are you thinking, right now?" you ask, glancing into those dark eyes, thick with mascara and desire.

Natty lifts the straw to her mouth and slowly takes a drink, a smirk pulling at her lips. "Just how much I'd love to suck your dick under the table."

"Jesus, Nat," you reply, knowing it's no idle threat with a woman as brazen as Natty. 

"What, did that not sound appealing to you? Me on my knees with your cock fucking my throat, you pulling on my hair like you love to. Making me gag on you until tears are running down my cheeks and you shoot so fucking far down my throat—"

"I need a stronger fucking drink," you groan, the visual leaving your head spinning. 

"What's wrong, baby? Getting a little worked up? Or is the thought of my pretty lips around your cock making your pants feel a little tight?" Natty asks as her finger traces around the rim of her glass, licking her lips for extra effect. "I did promise you a blowjob in the bathroom, didn't I? Ready to cash that in now?"

"Not a chance I'm standing up now, thanks," you mutter, hiding an awkward adjustment of your jeans that makes Natty grin wide.

"Getting a little hard already, and nothing you can do about that? Poor thing."

"Natty, stop, I swear—"

"Alright, fine. You're no fun. Guess I'll have to talk about literally anything that won't get you thinking about my tits squeezed tight around your big fucking cock."

Yeah, you definitely need another drink. Maybe two. But mercifully, Natty calms down a bit after a few sips, falling quiet for the most part while she plays with the straw between her lips. Over the course of the hour, the number of empty glasses start piling up, so many of them you start to lose track. A light flush settles on her cheeks and she can hardly keep her hands to herself, running fingers through your hair as she downs the remainder of her current drink.

"You know, this place is much better with company," Natty blurts out, words slurred just enough for you to laugh at, because you're pretty sure her tally of drinks has surpassed yours at this point.

"How nice of you to admit it."

"I wasn't talking about you, idiot. You won't even let me suck you off under the table."

You can only let out the biggest sigh, wondering why you agreed to come here in the first place. "Oh, sorry for not wanting to get kicked out of a bar and have public indecency charges added to my record."

"Wouldn't be the first time we've gotten caught," Natty laughs, eyes lit up, and of course she finds it all so funny. "Not my fault that movie was so goddamn boring. Had to give you something better to watch."

"And now we're both banned from that place forever. Thanks, Nat." 

"Oh, please, don't act like you didn't enjoy me bouncing on your dick. How was I supposed to sit through an entire movie like that? If anything they should be thanking us for putting on a better show." 

"You're ridiculous."

"I know, but that's why you spend so much time with me."

"No, it's mostly the tits."

Natty kicks you underneath the table. "Rude." 

The conversation dies for a fleeting moment before Natty leans in closer. She's clearly past tipsy by this point, giggling at nothing and that's definitely the alcohol’s doing. "As I was saying, this place is so much better with company—"

"In case you've forgotten."

"Again, not talking about you. Let me finish a fucking sentence, will you?" Natty doesn't give you time to respond, the second time she's brought this up in just a few minutes. "Not that I don't enjoy making you squirm just by talking, but we could use more company."

“What, someone who’ll let you suck them off under the table?” 

"No, dumbass,” Natty says as she looks at her phone for a second, the bright light illuminating her face. "Look at that. They'll be here soon."

You raise an eyebrow with this puzzled look on your face and take a long drink, trying not to get too terribly invested in whatever Natty is planning. "They? Who, exactly?"

"You'd know if you checked those fucking pictures I sent," she answers back with this sharp tone, looking more offended than you've ever seen her. Might as well pull out the phone from your pocket, swipe through the messages from earlier, and oh. 

There's no hesitation this time as you thumb through a series of photos sent earlier—but they're not of her this time. Whoever the girl on your screen is, it isn't Natty, but she matches the level of hotness perfectly, posing in what looks like a hotel bathroom wearing these tight little shorts with fishnet stockings, a skimpy black top exposing an alarming amount of cleavage—not quite as busty as Natty, but her tits still look divine, as does the rest of her, curves for days with a face prettier than anyone has any right to be.

"What do you think?" Natty asks, watching you practically salivate, and the more you scroll, the less clothed the woman is—standing in the same room with her shorts undone, the next with her top lifted, tits out and barely covered with her arm. She’s completely exposed when you flip to the final image, naked in the mirror, a big smile on her face like she's modeling. 

And what a body, these full hips, long slender legs, and an ass made for grabbing, squeezing, burying your face between and you’ve completely forgotten the fact that Natty's even here.

"She's—uh, pretty," is the best you can manage while still distracted, zooming in a tad closer, to study more of this mystery woman. "Who is this anyway?"

"Pretty? Is that all you can say? Don't be shy, tell me what you're actually thinking. Don't hold back on my account."

"She's really hot, Nat. What the hell am I supposed to say, giving me nudes of some stranger is the last thing I'm expecting, and—"

"There you go, better answer," Natty says with this satisfied smile like you'd finally managed to say something right. "So tell me—do you want to fuck her?"

"Wh-what?" you stutter, immediately shifting your attention back to Natty's gaze.

"Don't pretend like you didn't hear me. Do you want her? Bend her over and pound her real fucking hard into the mattress? She's into most things I am—and plenty we haven't tried." 

"What the fuck kind of question is that, Nat? Jesus—"

"A simple one," Natty replies, as if anything out of her mouth is ever simple. "Do. you. want. to. fuck. her?”

You can't tell if it's the alcohol or Natty's seductive tone turning your brain into mush, struggling to form any coherent answer. "I—uh—"

"Come on, don't play coy now. Be honest, would you or wouldn't you? I know she's your type. Don't you want to just absolutely destroy that big ass of hers?"

The room is definitely spinning at this point. There's not an easy response. So you resort to the most logical one possible in your inebriated state. "Who wouldn't?"

"Good. Then it's settled. You're fucking her. We both are. Tonight."

"I'm sorry, we? Hold on, Nat, what the fuck is—"

"What, you've never had a threesome before, and I told you I would find a pretty girl to join us. So I did."

"Join us? Hold on, you were serious about that? How did you even manage this so fast?"

"Please, did you forget who the fuck you were dealing with? She's a really good friend of mine. In town for the weekend for work and wanted to catch up—I told her we'd hit the bar and see what happens."

"I can't believe—I don't even know her name or anything. "

"But you still have the urge to tear off her clothes and just ravish her, don't you? You wanted a third, I'm bringing you one." Natty reaches out and caresses your cheek, leaning close. "Unless you don't want that anymore. Then I'll just tell her something came up and meet up with her later."

"No, it's not—of course I fucking do, but it's just sudden and all the nudes and now this and—"

"Relax, baby, I've got everything taken care of. There's nothing to be worried about. Say yes and she's yours for the night. We can fuck her until the sun comes up. And even a little bit after."

You inhale sharply, pausing, letting Natty's words sink in, trying not to sound too overly eager when you agree to this. “Y-yeah, ok, let's do it."

"You don’t sound too sure. Be a little more convincing—tell me you really want her."

Natty is grinning as you’ve become a flustered mess, not entirely sober, but unable to think about anything besides seeing this this girl bent over your sheets, whatever her name is, and just fucking her senseless. "God, I want her—need her. Need to fuck her she forgets what day it is, until the sheets are ruined and she’s soaked in sweat, exhausted and dripping cum, looking like a fucking mess and all she's able to say is my name. I want her. I want both of you.” 

There's this impressed look on Natty’s face, like she’s gotten the exact reaction she was fishing for. "Alright, tiger, was that so hard? She'll be here any minute, and trust me, you won't be disappointed."

You finish off the rest of your drink in one go, hoping to steady your nerves before this mystery girl arrives, while also trying not to overthink the decision you've made. And it doesn't take much longer when you hear the chair next to you scrape against the ground, catching a glimpse of what has to be the breathtaking girl from the photos, a seductive smile gracing her lips and oh, those eyes are going to be the death of you.

Natty turns to the newcomer with a pleased little grin. "Hey, gorgeous."

"Hey yourself, pretty girl." 

Her attention shifts from Natty towards you, getting a first glance and looking you up and down. You can’t say it’s easy to return her gaze, but you do your best—admiring this beauty come to life that Natty has managed to snatch right out of your fantasies. "This must be your little boytoy. He's cute." 

"Isn't he? Think I’m keeping this one," Natty teases, possessive in every word she speaks."Absolutely ruins me. Never fails to get the job done."

And seconds in, she's already leaving you an embarrassed, flustered wreck.

"Good choice. I'm Julie, by the way," she says, offering a friendly smile and an outstretched hand, though not hiding the seduction behind her eyes. "I've heard so much about you."

Julie takes your hand with her cold, delicate fingers, and really, she's every bit as stunning as she looked in her photos. Similar features to Natty, though a bit less reserved—a face pretty enough to invite your lingering stare, long dark hair, piercing eyes, and a smile that’s utterly irresistible. 

"Oh, don't worry. Only the good parts."

"As if there are any bad ones," Natty says, all full of confidence per usual, but it’s nice when you’re on the end of it. "Oh, he knows all about you. At least what I've shown him."

"Oh, those? Hope you liked them. There's plenty more," Julie says, like it's nothing to show nudes to a complete stranger, an intriguing mix between forward and shameless

"Don’t worry, he loved them," Natty replies, and you just sit there, in silence, too stunned to say a word. "Couldn't stop talking about how badly he wants to fuck you. Something about him wanting to bury his face between your ass and tonguefuck you for hours.  

"Jesus, fuck Nat, why would you even—" you mutter, looking away, and you think there's still time to make a run for it and never see either of these two again. Your face grows hotter, ears turning red and Julie doesn't seem bothered at all—not the slightest bit embarrassed to hear Natty lay out all your dirty thoughts right here for the world to hear.

Julie leans back a bit, arms crossed, not letting her gaze falter and grins widely. "Did he now? I would certainly love that. Sounds like so much fun."

But the girls just exchange a look and start laughing, which doesn't do any favors for how small and helpless you feel right now. And if that weren’t enough to deal with, Julie places a hand on your thigh, giving a delicate squeeze that puts you even more on edge. "Now now, there's no need to be so shy, handsome. If anything, that's a compliment. Thousands of people see those photos and think the same thing—but not everyone gets to follow up on it.” 

"Professional model," Natty adds, nodding towards Julie with a proud grin. "Don't ever let her convince you otherwise, she's been on every magazine cover imaginable."

Julie gives her own small, soft laugh, glancing in Natty's direction and dismissing her statement. "Oh, please. Not all. There might be some lingerie stores you might recognize me from. But the nudes are just a little side gig." 

"And porn. A lot of porn, mostly anal and—"

"Natty!"

"What? There's no reason to hide it, and I'm sure he doesn't mind one bit," Natty says as she leans back in her seat, and it's rather amusing to be on the other side of a conversation like this. 

"Okay, then, fine. Yes, some porn on occasion. It pays rather well because most girls are more selective, afraid of ruining their reputation or whatever. More opportunities for me."

It's still a struggle to believe a model like Julie is actually sitting across from you, let alone Natty's close friend—because surely they're both out of your league on multiple levels. 

"So, Julie," Natty says, eager to change the subject, and you're more than thankful for it, moving past that horribly awkward interaction. "Up for some shots?"

"Always," Julie replies. without hesitation. “One round, and then you can fill me in on what exactly I'm in for. Or what your boytoy has in mind, whichever comes first. Other than that tonguefuck.” 

It takes everything not to choke on the mouthful of alcohol at her boldness, the blush spreading deeper. No way she's real.

"My boytoy is buying. Whatever you want is on him," Natty says with the same enthusiasm she always carries, waving down a bartender while her lips explore around your ear, nibbling on your earlobe to deepen the red on your face. 

“What happened to free drinks?” you ask, trying not to lose it while Natty makes a show of claiming you. 

“Free drinks were over three rounds ago,” Natty says, breath right against your ear. “Don’t you think it’s your turn to treat us, babe?”

"Don't worry, handsome. I won't break you," Julie whispers, fingers roaming your thigh, further sending you into a dizzy anticipation. 

In no time flat, there's a colorful collection of shots set in front of you, downed the moment they're set down. The burn has dulled at this point, and by now you welcome it, because you don't think you could survive this night without a little more liquid courage. 

"What do you say we get out of here after these?" Natty suggests, that mischievous tone in her voice returning. "Julie's got a fancy hotel suite not too far from here, and it seems like boytoy is already getting a bit restless…”

"Can't imagine why," Julie says with a cute giggle, finishing her shot and slamming it down so hard the table shakes.

"Shall we, then?" They glance at you, expectant with hunger in their eyes, and it’s a moment that makes you feel far too much like prey being stalked, waiting for the right moment to strike. But somehow, you manage to force out a nod while your card gets swiped, leaving you to dwell in the lingering silence. 

"Lead the way,” Julie insists, sealing the deal with a wide, gummy smile, leaning in enough so you can smell her perfume, and god, what the hell did you agree to?

Side by side, they’re absolutely mesmerizing —Natty, all luscious curves and those mouthwatering tits, and Julie, sleek and slender, her endless legs stealing the show, not to mention that perfect ass her tight dress doesn't hide one bit. 

"Right behind you." Again, you have to wonder, what you’ve gotten yourself into—but there’s no time to think about it staring at these two walking ahead, unable to take your eyes off their deadly figures.

✦ ✦

The elevator ride feels longer than usual, and with both girls pressed tight into either side of you, the thoughts run rampant. Natty crashes her lips onto yours first, tongue dipping inside your mouth, running a hand through your hair. She tastes sweet, the alcohol on her breath lingering before pulling away and nipping at your lip. "Nervous?"

”Maybe a little," you mutter under your breath. 

"Don't worry, handsome," Julie says, with this reassuring laugh beside you, casually reaching out to play with a button on your shirt. "We'll take real good care of you."

You're not sure if that helps or makes things worse, but you don't have time to think before Julie pulls you closer and steals a kiss of her own. She's slow, precise—not quite rough like Natty, and a low groan escapes you as her tongue explores, keeping you pulled tight against her until the elevator dings. When she pulls away and glances toward Natty, the pair continue to give that look, one that makes you more nervous than it should when you exit. 

"Not a bad kisser," she tells Natty as she guides towards in the direction of her hotel room. 

"He's had plenty of practice. Just wait until he eats you out,” Natty says, and once again you’re flustered by how open this girl is about everything. “That mouth will fucking ruin you.” 

You feel like your cheeks are going to be permanently red at this rate. 

"Mm, I can only imagine everything that mouth can do," Julie says, but it’s hard to even focus on this conversation—impossible to think of much else besides what lies beneath that dress.

Then a beep. An open door. A handful of stumbling steps later, and two sets of heels hit the ground with a thud, followed by your own shoes as you take everything in. The suite is enormous, brightly lit and spacious with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the skyline. Impressive—expensive, no doubt,

Impressive, but expensive—no doubt about it. Likely the best room in the building with an oversized couch and bed big enough to fit three—something you’ll have no trouble taking advantage of. 

Now all that's left is to break it in.

Your jacket gets tossed on the nearest chair while the two explore the place barefoot, like they’re both planning out all the different ways this night can go. 

All of this feels surreal. Two beauties in one place that you’re about to explore every last inch of, eagerly waiting for you to make a move.

But before you do, Julie heads straight to a corner table overlooking the beautiful night sky—where an ice bucket sits, holding an expensive-looking bottle of champagne, practically an invitation to kick things off. She doesn’t even bother with glasses as she starts opening it. 

"This was here when I got here," Julie explains as the cork pops off, drinking straight from the bottle. "No sense in wasting it, right?"

She passes the bottle to Natty, who takes a hearty swig before setting it in front of you. There’s only one option—taking the biggest gulp you can, with an extra one to settle your nerves. It's sweet and fruity as the bubbles slide down your throat. 

When you hand it back to Julie, she takes an even bigger drink—but doesn't swallow it. Instead, she turns to Natty, cupping her face as their lips crash together. Their lips stay locked for a moment as Natty’s fingers weave through Julie’s hair, and there's something wildly intoxicating about two beautiful girls making out so closely in front of you.

"Tastes much better like this," Natty says against Julie, and you swear there isn't anything hotter than watching them drink right out of each other's mouths. The kiss deepens, neither one pulling away, and it doesn't seem it will stop anytime soon. 

If anything, their session grows more ravenous by the second as you just stand there and watch, taking occasional sips from the bottle.

"Come here," Natty insists with a beckoning finger, and you obey, stepping closer, until you're a fraction of an inch apart from one another. Without hesitation, the three of you come together, all tongues and saliva, tasting the sweet champagne on each other. Back and forth your head turns between the two, leaving you no less overwhelmed. Julie licks at the champagne dripping down your chin before Natty shoves her tongue deep into the crevice of your lips, getting a handful of your crotch for a squeeze.

Julie shifts to your ear, nibbles a little bit as she steals the champagne back. And then Natty lifts the hem of your shirt, peeling it off, discarding it elsewhere as Julie's lips find your chest, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses and licks, this deadly gaze glued on you as she does.

"Are you about ready to fuck our brains out yet?" Natty asks with a devilish smile as you get her dress unzipped, the thin material dropping around her feet in an instant—left in her underwear and this lace bra that does very little to contain her massive tits.

"Never been more ready," you reply with more confidence than expected, falling back on the edge of the bed with Natty following, until she's straddling on top and kissing you again. 

Julie slips out of her dress, sliding into the space beside the both of you and palms at your bulge while Natty unhooks her bra. You both watch how her breasts spilling out—as she drops her bra to the side, your hands can't help themselves, cupping her tits, kneading them softly, finding her sensitive nipples and devouring them. 

She moans loudly as you slurp, and Julie takes a long swig out of the champagne bottle before pouring it all over Natty's chest, glistening against her bare skin. You lick it off slowly, and her back arches at your touch, nails scraping against the nape of your neck, demanding more.

"You're right—this does taste better," you growl against a wet nipple when you pull off, licking up the valley between her tits, tongue cleaning up the champagne dripping over her chest. "Much better."

"So much better," Natty responds, guiding your mouth back to each of her nipples, so you can suck away whatever remains. While this happens, Julie gets started on her own clothes, removing the black lace and tossing it off to the side. Her tits are just as gorgeous—smaller, paler, but plenty of bounce, with these pretty nipples standing at attention and just waiting to be played with.

"Go on, have a taste," Natty encourages, and you don’t need any further instructions, enjoying every moan that comes out her lips when you switch over to Julie, flicking your tongue around the same way. You suck harder, sloppier, careful not to neglect Natty too badly, sneaking the occasional hand up to knead—but these two make you insatiable, switching back and forth, leaving saliva coating every last inch of flesh and lapping away like you're starved. 

"Hungry little thing, aren't you?" Julie teases as your lips graze across her breasts. You're slobbering back and forth between the girls, tugging at Julie's nipple with your teeth as she whimpers at your touch, biting down harder when moving back to Natty. 

You've never been so lucky—lips back at forth while groping the other, saliva trickling down your lips, completely lost in this buffet of tits. 

"Can you blame him? Especially when you're such a fucking feast," Natty retorts, reaching out to pinch one of Julie's nipples as you take over and get back to devouring the girl in your lap. 

"Speak for yourself, pretty girl. Those tits of yours are something else," Julie says, and when you pull away, her hands greedily grope and knead them, as if to emphasize her point. “These big, juicy tits and sensitive little nipples, god, how is he even able to pry himself away from you?"

Natty laughs as Julie continues fondling her chest. "Oh, he’s not. And don’t act like you haven't seen them before."

"It's been a while," she says as you watch her devour those pretty, swollen nipples, devouring them with this insatiable appetite while Natty throws her head back, moaning loudly. "And we weren't sharing a boytoy then."

Natty sighs softly, obviously enjoying herself, a wry smile crossing her lips. "Speaking of which—poor thing must be fucking throbbing right now. Those pants must be awfully uncomfortable."

"Then we should probably get them off," Julie suggests, as she lowers herself from the bed, unbuckling your belt when Natty scoots to give her enough space. Your zipper goes down slowly, pants removed with ease and forgotten in seconds flat, left behind with a straining erection poking through your underwear. "Wanna get more comfortable for us, handsome?"

You nod, scooting further back towards the pillows, giving plenty of room for them to join. Before climbing up, Julie discards her own panties, and slides Natty out of hers, this slow crawl from the bottom up the length of the bed that drives you fucking crazy with anticipation.

And then you've got a perfectly naked girl on each side—all sinful curves and flawless skin and this deadly glint in both their eyes. 

They don't waste any time in having you match their state of undress, two sets of slender fingers underneath the waistband of your boxers, sliding them down your legs to reveal your swollen cock—both salivating at the sight, so hard and stiff, aching for attention. 

"Knew this wouldn't be a disappointment,” Julie smiles, hand wrapping around your dick, giving a few exploratory pumps. She doesn't even bother hiding the way she admires your cock, hand twisting a little, thumb teasing your leaking slit. "The way Natty talks about you, I assumed she might be exaggerating. Glad I was wrong."

"Hope he meets your expectations.” There’s a devious tone to Natty’s voice as their lips press against the head of your cock simultaneously, planting this messy trail of kisses and lipstick down your shaft that's overwhelming as can be.

"Trust me. More than," Julie returns, lips pressed so deep into the side of your shaft before moving up to the head. Natty joins, dueling tongues teasing the underside of your tip, kissing in between each of these messy swirls that leave you throbbing for more. 

It’s already too much—two eager tongues tracing over your aching length, pushing you closer to desperation. 

A breathless gasp escapes as soft lips glide along either side of your cock, moving in sync, and fuck, you have no idea how to survive it. There’s no urgency, no rush—just slow, deliberate licks, mapping out every inch of you. Natty’s tongue drags down to your balls, so wet, so hungry, Julie following right after, mirroring her every move. They meet again near the tip, exchanging heated kisses along your cock, their frantic licks working you into a frenzy. 

"Does that feel good?" Natty purrs, dipping back down to tease your heavy balls, lapping at each one while Julie pays close attention to your leaking cockhead. "You've gone quiet on us."

"Y-yeah," you stutter, still trying to catch a steady breath, failing miserably with their tongues working you over so carefully. It's pure bliss, the feeling of them both licking the same sensitive areas, knowing exactly what to do to wring the most pleasure out of you. "Just, god, yeah. T-too good."

"Good, that’s what I like to hear," Natty says, and pulls Julie in to kiss her, trapping your cock between their lips, driving you further to the breaking point.

And it’s Julie who’s so close you can feel her hot breath radiating across your needy cock. The two swap a few more long, messy kisses, letting your shaft slide between their tongues, and then go straight back to licking, alternating between your shaft, back down to your balls, and god, watching their lips drag along your length has you ready to burst already. 

"So fucking hard—“ Julie says, this constant need to tease really doing you in. 

It’s hard to even form any response that isn’t a desperate groan as Natty's nimble fingers remain around the base, delivering these long pumps that match the movements of Julie’s tongue, and the two seem determined to absolutely unravel you. 

They’ll do that sooner, rather than later, it turns out. 

Their soft lips make a wet mess around you, drooling and slobbering their way across every inch, taking turns teasing around and across the tip while they stroke, moving as a single unit, and with a great degree of attention, so content with the noises you’re making. 

Natty goes in a different direction and places the head right between her lips, letting you drown in anticipation. The moment they close around, a guttural groan escapes your throat, and her intentions are clear—her warm, wet mouth wants to devour you all. So she inches forward, eyes never breaking contact and starts bobbing, mouth swallowing your shaft. Meanwhile, Julie watches in delight, playing with your balls, cupping their weight before lowering her mouth, suckling, tongue working over the heavy sack and licking with expert precision.

"Jesus, fuck," you mumble, with these tight fistfuls of sheets while Natty picks up the pace, a steady rhythm picking up when she descends, bringing you further, deeper inside the slick cavern of her throat. Not long after she reaches the base, burying you to the hilt—her nose flush against the tensed muscles of your abdomen. And it feels better than it ever has. 

"Can't believe you managed all that," Julie murmurs as Natty brings her head back up, your cock escaping with a wet pop. 

“It was nothing. Lots of practice." 

Natty hardly needs to catch a breath, bobbing effortlessly a few more times and your shaft vanishes into her throat each time, nose buried deep and she doesn't stop—not while Julie watches wide-eyed and amazed, keeping her lips pressed to Natty's whenever she comes up for air. 

Now it's both of them jerking you off at once, this messy mix of tongues in mouths while they pump and squeeze, never a moment where your cock isn't getting stimulation. 

"Let me try," Julie insists, giving another lick down towards your balls as the rhythm of strokes starts to slow down. Her parted lips, coated and shiny, hover over your swollen cockhead, swallowing inch by inch, a little slower than Natty. 

It's clear she's just as talented, if not more—and from this perfect wet heat of her mouth alone, you're already dizzy from pleasure. Like Natty, she's deepthroating you with ease, not even stopping for air—no signs of any struggle at all as her head bobs up and down.

"Fucking hell," you moan as Julie releases, saliva dripping from her lips, and the intensity ramps up from the moment she swallows you again, no resistance as you hit the back of her throat, eyes staring into your own. 

"Good girl, taking it all," Natty whispers in her ear, moving hair out of the way as she dives back in. "Not many can do that on the first try."

Julie can't hide the pride, flashing a smile. "Oh, you know—the whole porn thing."

There's a brief look your way, that dangerous glance that has your heart racing before Julie swallows you whole on repeat, throat contracting around every last inch.

"Really thought you'd gag at least once," Natty says, almost disappointed as she watches Julie bob eagerly up and down your throbbing length. There’s only a loud slurp in response, a thick coating of saliva forming the longer it goes. You’re in absolute heaven when your cock slides so effortlessly down her hungry throat, smothered in warmth as you resist the urge to hold her head down. 

"What can I say? I'm a professional."

Then once again it's Natty's turn, this dizzying exchange between the two women, taking turns consuming your aching cock, both eager to impress. One's sucking you hard while the other slobbers away on your balls, a little back and forth that's downright heaven. They move in tandem, these obscene noises, mouths slurping, lips smacking—drowning your cock with spit and there's nothing quite like watching them share in this messy exchange of lust.

"These delicious balls, god, so full, wanna make them empty," Julie moans as they slip from her mouth with a lewd pop. Natty gives your cock the attention you need, swallowing inch after inch, and you have no idea how much more you can take of this. She speeds up on instinct, cheeks hollowing as she bobs faster, bringing you closer and closer to that release. It's such an unreal sight, watching her suck you off like this—those tight, wet lips around your cock, so messy and greedy, while Julie doesn't disappoint either, playing with your balls so attentively. 

"I think you're almost there," Natty states, not so subtly staring as everything she does makes you groan, dick pulsating when she bottoms out on you. "Mm, god, you’re throbbing so much—must be real close. Two pretty girls on your cock like this for the first time, of course it's too much, right?” 

She's not wrong—watching them work together has you desperate, squeezing the sheets tight as they start doubling their efforts. Everything builds at an insane rate, and you can barely breathe, especially with how messy their ravenous mouths get. 

"Fuck, feels so—" you moan, and can't manage another word, the loud slurps of those eager lips getting the better of you. And they both get even more comfortable, going for the kill and maneuvering flat on their stomach, feet sticking out into the air and mouths moving frantically. 

"Let's make him cum," Natty orders, and they shower your shaft with wet, lust-driven kisses, tongues dancing all over your needy cockhead. Julie slips her lips around your tip, flicking and sucking away until it pops free and Natty resumes where she left off—over and over, passing it back and forth while their lips stay latched on, licking your shaft or suckling those heavy balls as they alternate.

Back and forth they compete over whose mouth can bring you to the edge the fastest—and fuck, you can't resist anymore, that throb, that rush coming forth, nothing more you can possibly do when both of their tongues flick so desperately against your swollen head, so persistent, so aggressive—

"Shit—f-fuck, oh my god," you gasp, clutching desperately into the sheets below, struggling to keep composure.

It happens all at once, just as their tongues slide and overlap—the first burst comes spilling out right into Julie's open mouth, spurting creamy white against her awaiting lips without warning. And yet, despite the volume—perhaps, because of it, both her and Natty manage to share in the release, every single drop landing right where intended.

The deluge of thick spurts continue to flow out, each one heavy and thick, accompanied by your desperate groans, and their mouths stay right at the tip, tongues lapping across to contain your explosive release, a creamy white painting their satisfied smiles. 

It’s seemingly endless, and it lingers on by the look they give you, a hand cupping your balls to keep you from finishing too quickly. Their lips slurp and lick up your cum as the thick spurts slow into a steady dribble, and only when they're satisfied you're properly drained does Natty lean in closer, her fair share pooled in her mouth, not intent on swallowing just yet. She grabs Julie’s face and pulls her into a fiery, passionate kiss, moaning into each other's mouths as the hot load passes from one set of lips into another, dribbling off their chins, and you've never seen anything so filthy, so messy—a perfect blend of cum and saliva mixing between the two.

"Tastes so fucking good," Julie finally says, inching away to catch her breath. "Who needs champagne when I can have this delicious load?"

"Better than any champagne," Natty replies, and wipes her lips with a grin as their lips clash again and fuck, you could watch the two of them kiss for hours, savoring the delectable aftertaste.

"So—how much more do you think your boytoy can handle?" Julie asks, looking over at you, with this loose grip on your cock that's still twitching even after that. "Still hard as fuck."

"Oh, he can go," Natty says with confidence. "Think he's ready for at least a few rounds with the two of us. Aren't you, babe?"

"D-don't you worry about me," you answer, still out of breath, glancing up at both of them with the same insatiable hunger in their eyes. "I can go all night if need be."

"Is that so?" Julie laughs, amused. "I'll hold you to it, then. Not that it would be hard to believe when you've got a thick, gorgeous cock like this."

"With you two—no doubt I can last as long as you'd like."

"That's what I like to hear, handsome," Julie replies, and she kisses the head of your cock, which makes you jerk instantly, sensitive still, though that doesn't stop her from doing it again. "Now, Natty—which one of us gets him shoved in us first?"

"That big thing ruins my insides on a daily basis—think it's only fair you get it first." 

"How generous of you. What do you think, boytoy? Think you can handle me riding you?" Julie purrs, fingers teasingly stroking the length of your shaft, the tiniest contact of pressure making you twitch. 

“Only one way to find out."

"Alright then. Gonna ride the fuck outta you, handsome," Julie says, straddling your waist as Natty moves aside, easing herself on top until she's right above your cock. Lining you up perfectly against her already wet entrance, those pussy lips glisten as she drags your cockhead through the wet folds of her slit. And she doesn't even hesitate, letting it all fill her as she sinks down, allowing every inch inside. "Ah, god, so fucking big—your cock is gonna tear me apart."

Once she's got you buried and right down to the hilt, Julie digs her nails into your chest, lifting her hips slightly and gyrating them as they lower, your dick disappearing slowly inside her. And fuck, she's so tight, so warm inside, her pussy so slick, coated heavily over the entirety of your shaft. There's so much to take in, and for a moment she pauses, needing to adjust, eyes screwed shut.

"Holy shit—how do you survive getting fucked by this every day?" Julie gasps, throwing her head back as her walls constrict around your throbbing shaft, this hungry, almost desperate clench that only intensifies as the time passes.

"You get used to it," Natty laughs, admiring the sight before her. Julie, this gorgeous woman you've known all of an hour ago, in all her beauty—naked, sitting on your cock, stretching her all the way open. "That dick in you looks so good from here."

"Feels even better, pretty girl," Julie says, and exhales, starting a slow, steady pace to warm things up. She pauses upwards, stopping at the tip before repeating her movement. Now, a little quicker, your cock slides effortlessly from the amount of dripping wet arousal, and her thighs shake the first few times, body still adjusting. 

She throws her head back with a sigh, savoring every inch, the messy wetness enveloping your shaft, and fucking hell, that grip, the heat is just insane—

Julie is all smiles as she rides, wet and wonderfully tight and clinging around your throbbing shaft, clenching so hard that you can't even process it. She sinks down with precision, her gorgeous cunt taking everything you have as she rolls those hips, letting it all fill her. 

And with your head back in the pillows, the rush of everything comes full circle, with this mesmerizing view you have, at Julie in her naked glory, an image you’ll never stop staring at. Each drop of her hips causes her breasts to bounce, although less heft than Natty, yet still, irresistible to gawk at. And those eyes, focused so intently, never faltering, full of desire—focused entirely on you and the noises that come from your lips. 

"How's that feel, boytoy?" Julie asks, moving those hips, head thrown back when she slams her full weight down. "Pretty tight, huh?"

"Fucking amazing," you answer, voice ragged, heavy panting with every movement. "Can’t believe how good it feels to be inside you."

"Not every day you get to fuck a porn star," Julie teases, impaling herself deeper, picking up momentum and biting her bottom lip when your cock hits the right spot. "This pussy usually gets stretched by Nat's huge toys—feels good having something real in me."

"Something that can cum in you?" Natty suggests, as your hands run across Julie’s toned stomach, up the curve of her waist, settling there as she fucks you, riding the entirety of your cock with every deep, full stroke.

"Yeah, that too," Julie adds, moving faster, only gasping when it hits the deepest, so deep that she just has to pause and savor the stretch.

"Hope it's everything you dreamed of, handsome," Julie says, hands playing around with your bare chest as she rides faster, bouncing steadily on your cock, the harsh collision of skin becoming louder, frantic. "Because it's so good for me, fuck—Nat, why have you been keeping him from me? "

"Because I knew you'd want him, Jules," Natty says with a laugh, watching her body, her tits, her face all distorted from the pleasure. "Didn't want you stealing my toy, did I?"

“Fair point. Because fuck, he's huge," she gasps, going faster, rocking her hips with more power and you can barely handle it. Your hands continue to grope around her fit, small frame—this quick shift, grabbing her ass when she comes crashing down. 

"God—look at how good she's taking your cock," Natty chimes in, now right behind Julie, breasts pressed into her back, running her tongue down the curve of her neck. She starts leaving open-mouthed kisses on those exposed shoulders, leaving behind trails of wet saliva as one hand teases across her perky breasts. "Just made for this, aren’t you? Perfect little slut."

"O-oh, fuck, Nat," Julie moans, falling into Natty's waiting embrace, and letting her fingers play where they please.

"Give him a good view of what he’s been dying to bury his cock in all night,” Natty demands, her hands sliding down to grab and squeeze those soft, perfect cheeks before landing a few sharp, stinging slaps. "Let boytoy see exactly what he’s gonna ruin tonight—"

There's a few moments of adjusting as the heat disappears from your cock—a sudden repositioning with Julie's legs still spread wide, but her back now to you, delicious ass waiting right there in the air. That's where your hands instinctively land, to get a nice, firm squeeze, taking in the full view of her exposed cunt. She's so drenched, dripping down the thickness of your cock—those pretty, pink lips swollen as that full ass of hers sticks higher into the air, demanding you back inside.

In an instant, Julie takes what she wants, sitting straight down onto your length that throbs with need. She gives no pause for reprieve or adjustment, with her head thrown back and immediately takes the entire thing, pussy devouring you right then and there. Her weight sinks all the way down, the grip tight and your fingertips dig into the softness of her ass as your dick splits her wide open. 

"Fuck—boytoy, you feel so good," she cries out, rolling her hips at the perfect angle, hands now reaching back, desperately finding your thighs for support.

"Come on, nice and deep," Natty says, now face-to-face with Julie as she watches the show before her, mouth agape and this clear jealousy that she isn't the center of attention. "Don't be gentle with him. He can handle it."

"Don't have to tell me twice," Julie says, and gasps when Natty starts pulling roughly at her hardened nipples, groping her breasts and encouraging her movements, as she doubles down with the force of her hips. Every part of her trembles the faster she fucks herself on your cock, this slick tightness of her pussy drowning every last inch when she takes you to the hilt. 

There's an undeniable hunger with the way Julie looks back at you, ass slamming against you as her back arches for more—giving you this sinful view of how the slick warmth of her cunt clings tight, suffocating you in the best way possible. Everything from the way her hips grind with a subtle shift in position, hitting a new spot when slamming herself down on your cock, never giving the chance to miss it when she pulls away. 

“Fuck, this feels incredible—can’t get enough,” you groan, the words tumbling out as the pleasure overwhelms you, your grip on her ass tightening, fingers sinking deeper as your mouth falls open at the way she moves her hips with ease, every thrust driving you wild. 

"Hear him, Jules? That's what your tight pussy does to him," Natty tells her, focused on the blissful expression that stays etched on her features. “Fuck yourself like that, ride him, get that dick balls fucking deep inside that pretty cunt of yours.”

Natty couldn’t be any happier watching how her best friend sinks down on your cock, fingers tugging on her swollen buds without mercy. Julie's a whimpering mess now, hips almost on automatic, slamming down repeatedly with reckless abandon. It's a desperate rhythm, no longer just wanting your cock, but craving the release, desperate for that sweet, blissful climax that follows."

"How's he feeling in you, baby? Every fucking inch making you drip all over him? Having that fucking huge cock in your pretty little cunt—he must love watching it disappear inside of you.” 

The lewder the encouragement, the more urgent her riding becomes, taking every bit of you as Julie crashes her hips down without relent. And you just let her do her thing, this seductive, irresistible woman, using your body, fucking you in ways you've never felt, tight and clinging and so goddamn wet when she bounces her perfect ass on you. 

"Natty—god, fuck, he's gonna make me cum," Julie stammers, all breathless, sweat forming along her naked body. Her nails dig in your thighs, her relentless movements consuming you, never giving a moment to catch your breath. "So good, shit, shit, holy shit—"

And Natty's right there with her, fingers slipping lower to find Julie’s clit, teasing and circling the sensitive nub with relentless precision. Despite the tremble in her thighs, they work in unison, getting the most of you. 

The slick sounds of her arousal fill the room—getting wetter the more she rides, juices running down the entire length of your shaft. "That’s it, gorgeous, let go, cream all over him. Show boytoy how good that cock feels. Ruin these fucking sheets.” 

The bed squeaks and groans beneath you, loud and unapologetic with every filthy slam of your bodies. You do your part, driving Julie closer to the edge—your hand coming down hard on her ass, the sharp smack echoing as it ripples, fingertips sinking into the fullness of her round cheeks. She lets out a strangled moan as her cunt begs for more, hips slamming down like there’s no sense of control left. “Oh fuck, I can’t, gonna—”

You grip her body tighter, fingers digging into her flesh, guiding her movements as she rides that dizzying line between pleasure and climax. Julie can't even speak coherent thoughts, not anymore, a mess of sweat, frantic moans and loud gasps when your palm strikes across each cheek, one after another, leaving a lingering redness each time. 

That’s all it takes. 

When it hits, it hits hard. Her cunt convulses, wet heat clenching around every last inch, and it's just messy the minute she cums, thighs shaking, toes curling, juices gushing all over your shaft. She's falling apart so quickly, head lulled back in sheer ecstasy, lips parted and the most obscene noises coming out. Nothing left but whimpers and desperate cries as she clings onto your body while riding this out, drenching your cock, the sheets—everywhere.

Natty doesn't let the sensations subside, though, not a chance. Instead, she continues—rubbing in a fast and careless motion, unyielding, hearing those breaths get shorter while her fingers get coated with Julie. "Another one. Come on, give yourself another one, Jules. Keep going. Look at me, keep that cock in you—that's it, one more for me."

A second surge of bliss crashes over Julie with startling ease, leaving her trembling and consumed by it all. The remnants of her first climax don’t even have time to fade before Natty draws her into another, her body surrendering completely as her cries fill the air and her eyes roll back. 

Julie’s voice trembles as she buries her face in the crook of Natty’s neck, her words spilling out a slurred mess. “Nat, p-please… I haven’t gotten off like that in ages.” Her body gives out, melting forward as her breaths come out in spurts, chasing a full one she can’t quite catch. 

“Happy to oblige.“ Natty smirks, brushing her lips against Julie’s one last time before pulling back. “Alright, gorgeous—don’t get too greedy. Let me have some fun now.”

Once Julie regains her senses, she complies with ease, pulling off your cock that’s coated with her unrelenting wetness. 

She’s only able to collapse in the sheets beside you, face flushed red, equal parts satisfied and tired, breathing so heavily as her fingers trail across the muscles of your arm. "Goddamn. Should've gotten that on camera."

"Maybe next time.” Natty isn’t hesitant as she takes over where Julie left off—throwing herself right back on your lap, thighs wrapped around either side of your hips. She glances over for a moment, before moving her lips to kiss yours, and this is no ordinary liplock—a rough, desperate exchange of tongues, saliva swapped and moans muffled between her mouth and your own.

"I need this cock to split me the fuck open," Natty says, all demand in her voice as the head of your cock drags against her greedy folds. You're already feeling the intoxicating warmth, the impossible wetness that mirrors Julie, somehow, if such a thing were possible.

She gives you a moment to savor the full view—her slender waist that you could hold on forever, toned and tight, a matching canvas to those incredible tits that you've splattered white so many times. And from below, darting your gaze down to that slick, perfect little pussy—so eager and hungry as she hovers, takes hold and lines your shaft up, then pauses for a quick breath. 

"What are you waiting for then?" Julie chimes in, perched on her side, back to life for a brief moment, just as eager and excited for the show to continue. "He's not gonna fuck himself."

"Hush," Natty fires back, and that's enough as she spreads her legs wider, guiding your throbbing cock where it belongs. One final glance before she sinks down in one fluid motion, stretching out those wet pussy lips so they can swallow every single inch like it's nothing.

All so routine for her, easing her way back up before repeating, hips lifting as her pussy squeezes every bit of your cock, a long sigh escaping her lips when your shaft fills her to the hilt.

"God, baby—that’s so fucking good," Natty groans, when she has you down, stuffed all the way inside. When her walls fully engulf your shaft, stretching wide and nothing's been more inviting, nothing more delicious as that warmth swallows you all up. She doesn’t even try to move—and that’s just as much for your benefit as it is hers as she stays still, holding you hostage, indulging in the sensation of being entirely filled. 

"Look at that pretty pussy drooling everywhere," Julie says, still not able to get a proper breath in as she watches in awe. Despite being the same girl who takes a pounding for a living, somehow, she’s mesmerized by how your cock disappears into her greedy little cunt. 

It's a quick pace from the first bounce, a fevered cadence that’s hard to handle. There’s this insatiable desire that compels Natty when she rides your cock, working every inch inside her until there’s nothing left to fill. When she rises, it’s with a gasp: a trail of slick that drives her hips, greedy for more. The bed continues to protest, but she silences it with another powerful plunge, headboard slamming up against the hotel suite wall. 

And if that wasn’t enough to deal with, those tits—it doesn't take Natty long to notice the way your gaze lands, exactly as intended, those perfect fucking tits of hers bouncing with each inch she claims.

“Boytoy really is lucky. Getting these huge fucking tits shoved in his face whenever he likes. Wonder how many times she’s made you burst all over them?” 

“Too many times to count,” Natty replies, pace never faltering. “Love seeing that look on his face when he explodes all over my chest. Don’t think he’ll ever get enough.” 

“How could anyone?” The question hangs in the air unanswered, as Natty’s rhythm becomes a challenge—a relentless slap of skin on skin that dares you to last. 

"Bet she's so fucking tight. Natty’s cunt feels like heaven, doesn't it?"

You answer with a groan, because that’s all you have in you. But that only fuels Natty—her pace turns relentless, those tits bouncing, heavy and hypnotic, and you wouldn’t dare miss a moment while she impales herself to the hilt. 

“Not sure what I want more—boytoy’s cock in me again, or those pretty tits in my mouth,” Julie says, tongue tracing your earlobe and giving a gentle nip, making your cock twitch even more. “Maybe both at the same time?” 

"Greedy little thing," Natty teases, her giggles a momentary distraction while she leans forward, giving the perfect angle so her tits bounce even more.

“Learned it all from you, pretty girl.” You're left unable to form any response as Natty keeps devouring your shaft with every bounce, all while Julie plants kisses down your bare chest, her tongue finding a nipple to tease as you revel in the pleasure.

"Oh, would you look at that? Boytoy likes it when I do this," Julie says, tongue drawing circles, flicking a few times before those lips wrap and suck, the sensitivity growing. And you're lost in the way this wet cunt squeezes tightly, the way Julie's lips tug, kissing a bit before picking back up. “Someone is a little sensitive, isn’t he? Or maybe that pussy feels a little too good." 

"Both," Natty answers with a grin, sweat now abundant down her skin, glistening from her cleavage down her tight stomach, and those powerful thighs that keep bouncing, keep that slick heat working every bit of your throbbing shaft.

It’s almost impossible to just sit back and enjoy the way her perfect cunt clenches around your cock—so greedy, so demanding you stay inside her, holding you captive with each bounce. 

Natty leans in with that wicked little smirk, like she knows exactly what she’s doing. Her tits bounce, practically begging for attention, and you don’t dare ignore it. You grab them without hesitation, heavy and soft in your fingertips, and dig your fingers in, groping hard enough to pull a moan from her lips. 

"Mm, fuck yes. Play with those fucking tits, just like that,” Natty groans out, a sharp gasp as you get even greedier. Now she’s the one sensitive as you cup her tits, teasing her nipples between harsh squeezes. You can’t help but indulge in this feast, pushing her tits together so you can watch the jiggle before dragging your tongue between that delicious valley. Her hips fall into an uncontrolled, frantic pace while you bury your face into her chest, tongue swirling a sensitive nipple before pulling it between your teeth—not at all shy when you nibble, lips closing around and sucking with a lewd slurp. 

"Shit, that's it—don’t stop," she encourages, fingers threading through your hair to pull your mouth deeper. And that's all too easy to oblige, latching back and forth onto each slippery nipple like you're starved, sealing your mouth tight and sucking hard while groping the other, not leaving either without attention for too long.