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Few people throw a party as iconic as Enami Asa.

Known and hated by her neighbors for the constant disturbance of the peace, the fame of her parties doesn't lie in the organization, the logistics, the setup, or the quality of the drinks, but rather in the complete absence of all that. Being the type of person who skimps on her own birthday cake to invest in booze and whatever cheap substance she can find along the way that'll get you fucked up, an Asa party is always the kind of event that guarantees at least half a dozen memorable moments (all of them for the worst-best reasons imaginable).

The downside, though, is the aftermath; the mess left behind, the rubble of a terrorist attack on every form of public order and decency. And you, being the idiot lovely friend that you are, always stay behind with Asa to help her clean the whole house. Years of friendship and infamous parties and this has pretty much become an unspoken ritual between the two of you.

Although…

Maybe "clean" is an overstatement. Getting the house back to borderline habitable and confirming nobody died in some corner is about the most two drunk people operating at roughly 15% mental capacity can accomplish.

But, as they say, after the storm comes the calm.

With a final pass of the vacuum cleaner, the machine earns its well-deserved rest. You and Asa do too, collapsing onto the couch almost at the same time. The house is, at last, slightly less unsanitary: cups stacked in the sink, the trash bagged in the hallway - along with the three used condoms Asa insisted you!!! pick up - and the floor still sticky with beer, though at least swept. Needless to say, hours of post-party cleaning with alcohol still running through your bloodstream aren't exactly the ideal way to end the night, especially when you nearly puke twice during the process. But, well... who would you be if you left your best friend/birthday girl hanging?

And speaking of her, Asa is sprawled out next to you, head resting against the back of the couch, emptying her lungs in a long sigh of pure exhaustion. Still wearing the same outfit from the party, specifically a short black skirt and a strapless top that made every guy at the party try (and fail) not to stare at her nipples pressing through the thin fabric. Her short dark hair is plastered to the back of her neck with sweat, a few strands escaping to frame her face, the red lipstick still smudged at the corners of her mouth, only one hoop earring remaining on her ear, and her cheeks still flushed from the alcohol and hours of cleaning - this is Asa's final form after one of her parties: gorgeous in her complete state of wreckage.

"Thanks for staying," she murmurs with her eyes closed. "Everyone bailed and left me with this shitshow. You're the only one I can count on at times like this."

"You're welcome. That'll be fifteen bucks," you reply, unlocking your phone.

Asa cracks one eye open just long enough to glare at you.

"Oh, please. Like I'm gonna pay you." She scoffs. "It's my birthday, asshole. Where's my birthday discount?"

"It's four in the morning," you point out, turning your phone screen toward her. "Your birthday's over. Princess privileges have officially expired.”

"You greedy asshole," she laughs, giving your arm a weak slap. "I feed you, I get you drunk, I throw you a party, and you've still got the balls to charge me for helping me clean up? Fine. Don't come crying to me next time you want me to set you up with one of my friends."

You shrug without looking up from your phone, a smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth. Even though the house has finally fallen silent, the bass from the boombox still seems to be rattling around somewhere inside your skull, a noisy ghost that just won't leave. You already know you're gonna wake up with one hell of a headache whenever you finally make it to bed.

The minutes drift by. You mindlessly scroll through your Instagram feed while Asa, slumped beside you, massages her temples with her eyes closed, the two of you quietly enjoying this well-earned lull after hours of drunken mayhem.

"Hey," Asa says into the silence. "By the way... Ahyeon told me what happened between you two."

You look up from your phone and glance over at her. She's sitting sideways on the couch, watching you with a look that's equal parts suspicion and curiosity.

"A lot happened between us. What exactly did she tell you?"

"That you fucked her.”

"Okay." You slip your phone into your pocket. "And?"

"And..." Asa echoes, mocking your nonchalant tone. "She told me you fucked her in the ass, dumbass."

"So? She's the one who asked for it.”

"Fuck!" she groans. "Can't believe Ahyeon got her ass fucked before I did. That was supposed to be me, goddammit!”

You frown, confused.

"Now she's gonna be all smug about it," Asa goes on. "'Oh my God, I've done anal. Look how cool I am.' I'm never gonna hear the end of it.”

"Look, don't know if getting fucked in the ass is exactly a flex, but sure.”

"Doesn't matter. It should've been me," she insists. "I'm closer to you than she is. You should've- Like- We've known each other way longer. Why'd she get to go first?”

"Hold on," you say, turning to face her fully. "I thought you'd already done anal before."

"Oh, right, just because I'm a slut, huh?" She shoots you a look of fierce judgment as if you'd insinuated something - but she is, by the way. She really is. "I know I'm a slut, but I'm not THAT much of a slut, come on! I'm not gonna give my ass to just anyone."

"Really?"

"Dead serious. It has to be someone special."

You take a second to process that. Enami Asa: easily the biggest freak you know. The girl who was literally telling anyone who'd listen just two weeks ago about hooking up with two guys in the same week, whose Amazon cart is perpetually full of brand-name vibrators and whatever other horny shit catches her eye.

And somehow... she's never done anal.

...Huh.

Yeah. You definitely didn't see that coming.

"Special, huh? So what exactly does someone have to have to qualify as 'special' in Enami Asa's book?”

She rolls her eyes at your mocking tone but answers, "It has to be someone I trust. Someone I know won't fuck it up, like, hurt me or whatever. I want someone with experience, who actually knows what they're doing."

"Someone like…?" You leave the sentence dangling in the air on purpose.

Asa bites her lower lip, looking at you with those pretty dark eyes in a way you have absolutely no business finding attractive.

"Like you. Duh.”

And just hearing that, your cock gets hard. Those little words leaving her full lips like that - hushed, almost a secret, as if it weren't the most intimate thing she's ever confessed to you - set your blood on fire.

"Okay, just to be sure: you're asking what I think you're asking?" You look at her, searching her face for any sign she's joking.

"Depends," Asa replies, repositioning herself on the couch to get a little closer to you. "Would you do it?" You have to look away for a second, swallowing hard as you try to process the abrupt turn the night's just taken. "It'd be, like..." she goes on, a filthy smile slowly spreading across those full lips, "the ultimate birthday present. Best one I've ever gotten.”

"And what about that manual orange juicer I got you?" you remind her. "Which, by the way, wasn't cheap."

"And I love it, babe," she says, giving your knee a squeeze. "Gonna be drinking fresh, 100% natural orange juice thanks to you. I'll use it every day, pinky swear. But If you fuck my ass… that'd be an even better present, you know? Think of it as an early Christmas gift.”

You can't help but laugh at how ridiculous this is. Asa just sits there with that smug little smile, calm as the morning light, quietly watching your reaction.

Little by little, it dawns on you that she's not kidding. You let out a sigh, drag both hands over your face, and rub at it, feeling your sanity hanging by a thread - and, at this point, probably your boxers too.

"Fuck, Asa..." you mutter. "You actually wanna do this? Like, right now?”

"Right now," she confirms, biting her lower lip again (at this point it's hard to tell if it's involuntary or intentional). "It's just us two here anyway. And if you want to know something…" She leans toward you. Perfume, sweat, and alcohol scrambling your senses. "Just talking about it is already making me wet," she reveals with a mischievous giggle that makes your cock throb in your pants.

"You can't be serious," you say with a half-suppressed laugh.

Now, take note: to Asa, a challenge is what bait is to a fish. She'll bite every single time - and you swear you didn't even do it on purpose.

"You think I'm kidding? Want me to prove you wrong?"

"No! Jesus Christ, Asa! You don't have to prove any-”

You don't even finish the sentence before she's standing right in front of you, her petite body on full display - much to your libido's delight and your better judgment's despair. To understand your predicament, it helps to know that Asa has always had the kind of body that makes a lot of girls die of envy: slim waist, that natural thinness so many dream of having and proportions so perfect that any outfit looks tailor-made for her. So, naturally, expecting you not to admire the view is asking a bit much.

Without breaking eye contact, she slides her hands to the hem of the black skirt and lifts it slowly, folding the fabric at her waist in an act of provocation that feels downright unfair.

Unfair because she's not wearing panties.

But you already knew that.

Earlier, in the kitchen, when Asa called you to help her, she bent down to grab a case of beer from the back of the fridge and her skirt rode up, you saw everything. At the time, you assumed it had been accidental. A wardrobe malfunction. One of those situations you simply don't mention because it would only embarrass the other person. She didn't even notice you'd seen. You let it go.

Now, staring at Asa's smooth little pussy spread right in front of you, the pink folds glistening with how wet they are, it's obvious that was far from an accident.

Reason finally manages to regain control for an instant, and the conclusion is unavoidable: choosing to throw a party in a skirt with no panties is far too specific to be a coincidence. In Asa's case, it's practically Machiavellian.

Come to think of it, it didn't even make sense that you'd followed her to the kitchen; it's not like she couldn't carry a case of beer to the living room by herself. Everything had been carefully orchestrated. A master strategist in the art of temptation.

Congratulations. Point goes to her.

Enemy neutralized successfully.

"See?" she asks, spreading her legs slightly so you get a better view. "I've been wet for a while now."

There's no way you can argue otherwise. The smooth white skin gleaming under the living room lamp is all the proof needed.

Then she turns around, putting her back to you, and arches her ass out, still holding the skirt bunched at her waist. Her ass is small, proportional to her body, round and firm. She glances over her shoulder, smiling slyly.

"So?" she asks, swaying her hips gently. "Fuckable? I mean, okay, I know Ahyeon has me beat this year. She turned into a total gym rat and somehow ended up with a whole dump truck back there. Ugh, it's so unfair. Her boobs got bigger too. What the hell is she even doing at that gym? Bench-pressing silicone? Steroid squats?” She laughs, but there's a grain of truth buried in the joke. She gives her own ass a little smack. "But…" She smirks. "Mine's still way tighter. And let's be honest…" She grabs her cheeks with both hands. "…this perky little thing has its own charm, right?" She spreads her cheeks apart just a tiny bit, enough to give you a glimpse of the little hole between them. Tight, pink, and seemingly untouched. Looking over her shoulder, she asks: "Wanna feel?"

And with that question, Asa drops you right between Scylla and Charybdis.

The choice between the lesser of two evils. Which, in this case, means either touching your best friend's ass and, at some point, ending up fucking just to put her on equal footing with Ahyeon in this bizarre female sexual rivalry you simply cannot comprehend - running the risk of ruining your friendship for the rest of your lives...

......or playing the prude, refusing a request made in absolute good faith and, for the first time in years, not being there when she chose to trust you.

You keep staring at her there, arched forward, offering herself up, her hands pulling aside her own cheeks. And even with your cock throbbing inside your pants, something tugs you back for a moment.

The choice seems so obvious it somehow loops back around and becomes complicated. Maybe it sounds like some self-righteous bullshit - a convenient little principle to make yourself feel better than everyone else. But over the years, you've watched practically every guy who drifted into your circle take one look at Asa and think the exact same thing. Somewhere along the way, you decided you weren't going to be just another one of them.

Asa always meant more than that. She's someone you actually give a shit about.

Even with the flirting. Even with the pecks at parties that always passed as harmless fun. Even with all the doors she, consciously or unconsciously, left open, you never took a single step further.

But now, between the alcohol, the sight of this cute little ass arched right in your face, and Asa herself practically begging to be touched…

You're starting to reconsider decisions that, up until five minutes ago, seemed non-negotiable.

"Asa..." you murmur. "We're friends. Best friends. You know this could ruin that... right?”

She looks over her shoulder and raises an eyebrow before firing back, "So? Ahyeon's your friend too. Didn't stop you from railing her. Don't start playing the saint with me now, babe.”

"That was different, Asa! Those are completely different situations!"

"Oh, are they? How?"

"You and I are closer," you point out. "I'm probably the only male friend you have who's never tried to get with you. Everyone else already has. I haven't."

"Okay… fair. You never tried." For one brief, beautiful moment, you think reason has finally won, but then the corner of her mouth curls into a knowing little smirk as she adds, "But you wanted to."

You even open your mouth to argue but she doesn't grant you the right.

"Oh, cut the bullshit." She laughs softly. "Don't insult my intelligence. You never made a move because you thought it'd ruin our friendship. Not because you didn't want to." She sways her hips slowly, still arched, holding your gaze over her shoulder. "You don't have to play the gentleman with me. Kinda hard to buy that act when I can see the bulge in your jeans.” The smirk on her lips grows a little wider. “That's one hell of a 'just friends' situation you've got going on. You're rock hard over your own best friend. So disgusting, right?"

You tug at your jeans - not to hide the obvious, but because your cock's starting to ache from being crushed against the denim. Keeping your eyes locked on her mischievous smirk, you shoot back, "Well, kinda hard not to get hard when you're over there wiggling that ass in my face and asking me to fuck you in that dirty little voice of yours.”

"Exactly. So chill out. We both want this. It's not like you're taking advantage of me or me of you. It's just… us. Enjoying our friendship, tightening the bond in a more fun way. It's not gonna ruin anything, okay? I promise. Tomorrow we'll still be besties. The only difference is you'll know what my back door feels like." She rolls her hips again, slower and more hypnotic. "Come on, babe. I wanna feel those big hands of yours all over me."

Your brain isn't really processing anything anymore. It's just taking everything in through a thick haze. This is the final stage of arousal, where thought gives way to pure instinct. You don't even notice your hands reaching out until they're already wrapped around her ass.

In the last flicker of lucidity, a single thought crosses your mind: Maybe Asa's right.

Your hands practically swallow the tight, firm cheeks, your fingers sinking into the soft flesh. You squeeze, feel the springy give beneath your palms, spread them apart and press them back together. Small, round, with her pink little pussy glistening between her cheeks, the skin warm under your hands, still damp with sweat from the party. And once again, your brain simply does not compute that this is your best friend's ass. The one who understands is your body - and by "body," your cock pulsing inside your pants.

"So?" Asa asks, biting her lower lip as she watches your hands knead her ass. "Better than Ahyeon's or not?”

"Can't give you a verdict till I put my cock in," you say, fully surrendered now, giving her ass a firmer squeeze that draws a gasp from her.

"So you're really gonna fuck your best friend's little ass?"

"Yeah," you confirm, holding her gaze. "You got what you wanted, congratulations."

"God, yes." She grins, giving her ass a smug little wiggle. "I was starting to think you were gonna keep fighting yourself all night.

"Yeah, not happening. Now get on all fours for me," you order.

Asa obeys, but shoots you a look over her shoulder. "You're not gonna shove it in all at once, are you?"

"Fuck no. Of course not. You really think I'd go in dry your first time?” You laugh. “C'mon. Arch that ass for me.”

"Oh, thank god." She adjusts her knees on the cushion and curves her back. "Oh, and before you ask - I already prepped. Did the whole routine. I'm spotless. You can eat me out without a second thought."

You laugh as you position yourself behind her, commenting, "You're methodical as fuck when it comes to getting laid."

"I don't half-ass anything, babe," she replies, sounding oddly proud of herself. "If I'm doing this, I'm doing it right. No amateur shit here.”

"Good. I know what I'm doing too. Just relax and let me handle the rest.”

You push the skirt until it's bunched more or less around her waist, her arched ass now fully visible. You lean in and kiss one cheek, then the other, feeling the soft skin against your lips. Lower down, her exposed pussy, looking wetter by the minute, dripping slightly between her thighs.

"You really are soaking wet," you say, dragging your thumb lightly across her pussy lips just to see her reaction.

Asa shudders and pushes her hips back against your hand. "Told you I'm horny as fuck," She doesn't sound embarrassed in the slightest. "I've wanted to give it to you ever since Ahyeon told me everything. I almost snuck off to the bathroom to get myself off like three different times during the party."

"Then we better get started."

Your first move is spreading her cheeks apart with both hands, exposing the tight pink hole between them, clenching slightly at the touch of the cold night air. You lean in and drag your tongue from bottom to top in a single motion.

Asa reacts with a jolt so sudden she nearly escapes your hands, kicking back like a startled pony - however un-erotic that comparison might be. Her legs tremble, her hips twist, and she lets out a sharp little yelp of pure surprise.

"Fuck!" She laughs nervously, gripping the back of the couch. "What the hell was that-"

You hold her hips firmly, keeping her in place, and say, "Hey, don't move. Stay still."

"Sorry. It's just I didn't expect it to feel like that. You caught me off guard," she pants, trying to reposition herself. "Go easy at first, please."

You return with your tongue, slower this time, tracing wet circles over her hole, feeling the ring of muscle clench beneath your mouth. Once you sense she's adjusted to the sensation, you press the tip of your tongue against the entrance. Asa responds with a moan, and this time she doesn't try to escape. Her thighs shake, but she makes an effort to hold position like a good girl.

"Oh, fuck," she murmurs. "That's - god - what a weird feeling. But it's good. A good weird. Keep going, babe."

You lick, suck, work your tongue against her hole the same way you did with Ahyeon last week. Getting everything wet, letting the spit drip down, laying the groundwork. With each pass of your tongue her body responds differently, and gradually the tension in her muscles yields. Asa starts to relax, pushing her ass back against your mouth instead of pulling away from it.

"I didn't know it was this sensitive back there," she says, her breathing starting to hitch. "Like, I'd use a finger sometimes when I was touching myself, but nobody's ever- You know- Done that with their tongue before. Jesus... Fuck.”

"That feel good?” you ask before going back in.

"Mm-hm," she breathes. "A lot. Please don't stop.”

You keep obeying the birthday girl's wishes, alternating between licking her ass and dropping down to suck on her drenched pussy, which makes her moan louder and arch her back deeper. The silence that had filled the living room now gives way to the sounds Asa produces, plus the wet noise of your mouth working on her.

"Are you gonna tell Ahyeon about this?" you ask, glancing up at her.

Asa laughs, breathless, glances back over her shoulder, and grins. "Obviously I'm gonna tell her. Gonna rub it right in her face. 'Did you know he fucked me too? And, just so you know, it was way better. He even came back for seconds.’ She's gonna freak the fuck out.”

You smack her ass, cutting off her smug little laugh. A pink mark starts to appear on the skin almost immediately.

"You're such a shameless little show-off. What kind of girl gets fucked in the ass for the first time and the first thing she wants to do is tell everyone about it?" you ask.

She lets out another little laugh.

"Me."

You shake your head, unable to hold back a smile, then give her other cheek another smack so they're matching.

"Ow!" she yelps, still laughing. "Yeah, I'm a show-off. So what? Thanks to me, you get the privilege of taking my anal virginity. I could've auctioned that off for millions, babe.”

"Yeah, alright, enough jokes. Now I'm gonna start with my fingers," you warn. "Relax for me, okay?”

You bring your index finger to your mouth, get it properly wet, and bring it back to her hole already slick with your spit. You press slowly, feeling the resistance of the tight ring. Asa's body goes rigid like stone.

"Easy," she says, and for the first time, you can hear the nerves beneath all that bravado. "Seriously. Go easy on me. If you hurt me, I'm gonna kill you."

"I got you," you murmur, easing your finger in a millimeter at a time. "Just breathe. Don't clench.”

Gradually she releases the air trapped in her lungs, her body softening, and your finger begins to slide inside slowly, until it reaches the last knuckle. Her hole is absurdly warm inside, clenching around your finger.

"Fuck, you're really tight in here," you comment, moving the finger slowly in and out.

"That's because nobody's ever used it," she says (or tries to. The sentence comes out through clenched teeth). "Everything back there is brand new. Enjoy it.”

You keep working the finger slowly, giving her body time to adjust. Little by little, the tightness gives way, she finally opens up to you, and her moans grow softer and more frequent. When she seems ready, you add a little more spit and bring a second finger in beside the first.

"Ow, ow! Wait," Asa moans, tensing up again. "It's starting to burn."

"I know. But you need to open up, otherwise my cock won't fit," you explain, keeping both fingers still for a moment. "Wanna stop?"

"No, no!" she answers quickly. "Keep going, please. Just go really slow, okay? I'm delicate."

You almost laugh at the audacity.

Returning your attention to Asa's ass, you now move both fingers together, spreading them apart gradually in a scissoring motion, stretching her hole. The moans never stop; they just shift in pitch, low and continuous, following every movement. Suddenly, she reaches one hand behind her, slides it between her own legs and starts rubbing her clit. Her pussy so wet that the sound of her fingers against it is actually audible.

"It's better like this," she murmurs, her fingers circling between her legs. "When I touch myself up front, everything relaxes in the back. Keep going."

Both fingers glide in and out of Asa's ass at a steady rhythm, and she's starting to lose control. Her hand between her legs speeds up, fingers circling her clit in relentless stimulation, and the moans leaving her mouth are growing increasingly unhinged, dangerously loud in the dead quiet of the night. You feel the walls of her hole clamping around your fingers with every motion, her entire body trembling and arching in response.

"Wow, okay... It's starting to feel good now,” Asa moans, pushing her ass back against your hand. "I can feel your fingers all the way up front. I swear, it's like I can feel them through everything.”

"Yeah?" You smirk while rotating your fingers slowly inside her. "You're enjoying having your little hole stretched open, huh?"

"I'm loving it," she admits between short pants. "If you keep this up I'm gonna cum, and I'm not even kidding. Your fingers in my ass and my fingers on my pussy - fuck! - such a hot combo."

But that's not what you want. Without saying anything, you begin pulling your fingers out slowly. Asa notices immediately and protests with a frustrated grunt, her hips trying to follow your hand on pure reflex before she can accept the loss of sensation.

"Nuh-uh," you say. "I want you to cum with my cock in your ass, not my fingers."

Asa looks over her shoulder. Her eyes burning with want, her face completely flushed. "Fuck, babe... then quit teasing and fuck me already.” There's no trace of that playful attitude now. Just the raw, desperate need of a girl who wants her cute little ass fucked. "I'm ready. You got me all opened up. My hole's so fucking wet - just put your cock in me already.”

You push yourself off the couch in one smooth motion. Your thumb pops the button, you yank the zipper down, and in one quick pull, your jeans and boxers are around your thighs. Your cock springs free, hard and throbbing, the swollen head already glistening.

"Come here," you call. "Spit on it."

Asa turns around on all fours on the couch and faces you, her eyes dropping to your cock. Her mouth parts slightly, surprised, and for a moment she does nothing but stare.

"Holy shit," she murmurs. "Ahyeon had this thing inside her?"

"Yeah."

"I get why she was acting all smug afterward,” Asa says, wrapping her fingers around the shaft, feeling the weight in her hand. "No wonder she was walking around with that stupid little grin. You must've fucked her real good... Jesus, this thing is thick.”

"That's why I prepped your hole properly," you reply. "Now spit."

Asa nods with a dirty little grin, gathers saliva in her mouth and spits directly onto the head of your cock, watching hypnotized as it slides down the length. She closes her fingers around it and starts stroking slowly, spreading everything, coating every inch. Her hand moves up and down, squeezing with perfect, practiced pressure, staring at your cock with the focus of someone utterly devoted to it.

"Feels nice in my hand,” she comments, rubbing her thumb across the tip and spreading the precum. "Hard as fuck. Ahyeon knew exactly what she was doing when she decided to tell me, you know? She was trying to provoke me. Made a point of saying your cock was one of the best she'd ever had. Wanted me thinking about the dick that fucked her. My best friend's dick."

"And it worked?" you ask, your cock throbbing in her hand.

"Yeah. It worked," Asa admits, giving one last firm squeeze. "I was so fucking jealous.”

Then she spits again, more saliva running over your cock. Spreads it all with her hand until it's completely slick and shining. Only then does she lift her face toward you, the corner of her mouth pulled up in that mischievous smile you've known for years.

"Like that, daddy?" she asks, putting on an innocence so obviously fake that only a slut like her could pull it off.

You feel your cock jump in her hand.

"Yeah, perfect," you confirm. "Good girl. Now turn back around."

Asa smiles, pleased with herself for finding the right button, and repositions herself on the couch. Her back to you again, knees spread on the cushion, spine curved and her cute little ass arched up. The pink hole slightly open from the prep, still wet with spit. The slickness that dripped from her soaked pussy trails down in thin threads between her thighs.

Behind her again, you hold your cock with one hand and slide the head between her cheeks, grazing lightly against the tight little hole. Asa shudders the instant she feels, for the first time, the real contact of your cock against her ass.

"Hey. Relax."

"I am relaxed, damn it," she shoots back, though her body tells a different story. "Just put it in before I start overthinking it and lock up.”

You press the head against her hole and push slowly. The pressure builds, increases, the ring of muscle yielding millimeter by millimeter, and the sensation is absurd. Tight in a way that makes you hold your breath. Asa makes a choked sound and grabs the back of the couch hard.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she lets out in rapid succession. "Stop, stop, stop! Don't move! Let me breathe..."

You stop with just the head of your cock inside, feeling her squeeze and pulse around you. Asa breathes deep, her small chest rising and falling with the effort.

"It's thick as fuck," she murmurs. "No fucking way Ahyeon took all of this up her ass. What a whore."

"Wanna stop?"

"No," she answers fast. "No, absolutely not! Just let me get used to it. Keep pushing, but slow. Really slow, please."

You push another centimeter. Then another. Asa's hole opens around your cock, swallowing you slowly, and with each progression she makes a different sound. A moan. A gasp. A quiet curse. For you, the sensation is overwhelming, hot, impossibly tight, her ring clenching behind the head of your cock with every millimeter of advance, it takes a herculean effort to simply not bury the whole thing inside her ass.

"More," she asks when you hesitate. "Put it all in. Slow but all of it. I want to feel your whole cock in my ass."

You continue, millimeter by millimeter sinking into the tightest little ass you've ever fucked, until your hips press flush against her cheeks. Your entire cock buried in Asa's hole, every inch embraced by that hot, pulsing grip. She releases the air from her lungs all at once, her head dropping forward, dark hair hiding her face, sweat trailing down her spine, tracing every vertebra before disappearing into the fold of her waist.

"Fuck," she murmurs. "I feel everything. I feel your whole cock in my ass. God, this is insane - I can't even breathe."

You stay still, letting the moment belong to her as she adjusts. Her hole pulses around your cock, clenching and relaxing in involuntary waves, and gradually the tension in her body gives way. Her thighs stop trembling so much. Her breathing becomes more controlled, less ragged, her body finally settling around you.

"What was Ahyeon like the first time?" Asa asks suddenly, looking over her shoulder, face flushed and expression curious. "Was she like this too? All tense and stuff?”

"She had a little less trouble," you answer honestly, running your hand over her ass, caressing the warm skin. "But that's fine. Everybody's different. You're doing great too."

"Oh, of course she had less trouble," Asa grumbles. "Easier when it's not actually your first time, right?"

"What do you mean?"

"Babe, you seriously think Ahyeon was an anal virgin? Oh, please.” Asa declares, rolling her eyes, and the indignation adds extra color to her already red face. "She'd probably taken it in the ass from half the city before you. She just played innocent so you'd feel bad for her and fuck her. Perverted bitch.”

You laugh and smack her ass hard enough to make a sharp crack.

"Hey, don't talk about her like that. She's your friend too."

Asa moans at the slap but laughs right after, saying, "She is my friend, yeah. But in this specific department she's my rival," she retorts as if it made perfect sense. "I'm well within my rights to question her anal integrity. It's a competition. She started it when she came bragging to me.”

"Stop being so petty, Asa."

"Fine, whatever." She adjusts her knees on the couch, settling in better. "I won't talk shit about your other little slut anymore. Daddy's favorite girl. Happy?”

"Close enough.” You shake your head, laughing.

Asa laughs with you. It lingers for a moment before trailing off into a quiet exhale. She looks down, absently biting the inside of her cheek, and when her eyes find yours again, her face is somehow gentler. Her dark gaze is steadier, more attentive. Slowly, she reaches back and wraps her hand around the wrist resting on her waist.

"Hey," Asa murmurs. "Seriously now... thanks for saying yes to this. This is what I meant before, you know? About it having to be someone special. Someone I trust." She bites her lip, taking a second to find the right words. "You know what you're doing. You're not trying to prove anything. You're not hurting me. You're letting me go at my own pace, and..." She hesitates, then lets out a small, nervous laugh. "I-I wouldn't trust anyone else to put a cock in my ass. That's what I'm trying to say. Yeah. You're... you're amazing.”

You slide your hand along her waist, your thumb tracing slow circles over her warm skin. "That's what friends are for..." you reply. "I guess.”

Asa lets out a short laugh, shaking her head before hiding a smile as she turns to face forward again.

"Yeah, I guess so," she agrees, rolling her hips gently against you, her hole squeezing your cock with the motion. "Anyway, sentimental moment over. Now keep fucking me. Go for it."

"Alright. I'm gonna start moving," you warn.

Slowly, your hips pull back a few centimeters and push forward again. The movement is slow, but the sensation draws a long, deep moan from Asa. You repeat the pattern: pull back, push in. Pull back, push in. Each thrust a little easier than the last, her hole yielding a bit more, molding itself to your cock.

"Yes," Asa moans, pushing her ass back against you. "Just like that, daddy. Put your hands on my waist, hold me tight."

Both your hands wrap around her slim waist. The few times you've touched her there, it was always in innocent contexts: posing together for a photo, guiding her through a crowded party, or in some casual gesture of affection between friends. Now, though, you pull that same waist back against you with every thrust, making her ass collide with your pelvis in a rhythm still slow but firm. Asa's hole is already completely slick, gliding along your cock with an ease that increases with every stroke.

“Fuck my ass, babe,” she breathes through clenched teeth. “Yeah, right there! Fuck - this cock's so fucking good. Now I totally get why Ahyeon acted so cocky. After getting fucked by this dick, I'd be cocky too.”

You drive in deeper and she gasps, then laughs, almost beside herself.

"You like taking it in the ass, Asa?" you ask, gripping her cheek with one hand while you fuck her.

“I fucking love it, she replies, pushing her hips back against you. “I should've let you do this sooner. I thought it'd hurt a lot more, but it feels so damn good. Feeling my best friend's thick cock stretching me open, taking me nice and slow - fuck, it's so damn hot."

You increase the pace just enough to give her something new. The walls of her ass grip your cock with every thrust in a squeeze so intense you need to focus to not lose control. Asa, growing bolder by the minute, grinds back on you, rotating her hips in circles while you pump in and out, and her moans shift in tone, deeper, rawer, even better to listen to.

"Yeah, fuck me like the little slut I am,” she says, glancing over her shoulder for a second just so you can see her smirking. "That's what I am, right? Your dirty little friend taking it up the ass on the couch after the party.”

"You always were," you reply, spanking her ass. "I just never got to see it for myself.”

"And you like what you see?" she teases, grinding harder. "You like fucking your friend's virgin ass? Nobody else has ever had this privilege. Just you, daddy.”

"It's perfect," you admit, driving into her again and drawing another loud moan from her. "You've got the best ass I've ever fucked.”

"Better than Ahyeon's?!" asks eagerly, and you almost laugh because of course she'd ask that while you literally have your cock stretching her ass open.

"No comparison," you answer, and it's the truth. Asa grinds in a way Ahyeon never did, plus her hole is hotter and slightly tighter - now even you're questioning Ahyeon's "anal integrity" (add one more conspiracy theorist to the group).

"Ha, take that, bitch,” Asa declares to no one in particular, looking thoroughly pleased with herself. "Honestly, it's not even fair how much better than her I am at literally everything.”

And while she goes on bragging to herself, your hips never stop working, maintaining a steady rhythm, feeling every inch of Asa's ass clenching around your cock. Her small firm cheeks bounce with each thrust, then spread when you decide to palm both apart with your hands to watch your cock sliding in and out of her. Her hole gapes for a split second with each withdrawal before enveloping your cock again, a sight that is, to be uselessly honest, the most obscene thing you've ever witnessed - not because of what it is, but because it's her.

For a while, you keep fucking her at an easy, unhurried pace, one that doesn't ask too much from either of you. It's almost like tenderizing a cut of meat with a mallet; blow after blow, never rushing it, letting the fibers slowly loosen and surrender beneath each measured strike, until the whole piece grows softer under steady, patient pressure. Every thrust opens Asa up a little more, easing her wider, getting her thoroughly stretched and accustomed to your cock, until it's finally time to give in to the freedom those relentless rolls of her hips and the way she presses her ass back against you seem to be pleading for.

Asa's moans also find their own rhythm: constant, separated only by brief intervals, broken now and then by whatever filth decides to escape her mouth, "Fuck... you're stretching my little ass out so good," she groans, her fingers tightening around the armrest. "It's filling my little hole completely. Can feel you so deep, you know that? Every time you bottom out, I feel every inch of it. It's driving me fucking crazy.”

"You feel so fucking good," you tell your best friend, your hands squeezing her ass. "Now I get why everyone who's ever fucked you ends up wanting more. You're just built for this. Built to be used like a fuck toy - and I mean that as the biggest compliment I could possibly give you."

"And I feel extremely flattered hearing that, babe," she responds looking over her shoulder, face completely overtaken by lust. "Your cock is stretching my whole ass out and I love it, I love being used by my best friend. Give me more, give me every inch of that dick, babe."

You fire off a sequence of faster thrusts and Asa moans loudly with each one, her entire small body rocking on the couch. After several pumps you slow down and stay buried inside her, just feeling her hole pulse.

"Now that you're nice and stretched out," you murmur, giving her ass a slow, affectionate stroke, "how about you ride me for a while? Set the pace. I wanna feel you move however you want.”

Asa's eyes light up at the idea, the answer coming without even thinking, "Yes, daddy!” She beams. "Let me ride your cock for a while. I swear I'll make you feel so fucking good.”

"You know, maybe it's the horniness talking but I like hearing you call me daddy," you admit, running your hand down her back.

"Yeah?" she grins, playful, wiggling her ass with your cock still inside. "Then that's what I'm calling you from now on. Whenever this cock is inside me, you're my daddy. Deal?”

"Deal," you answer.

Holding the base of your cock, you begin pulling out slowly, watching the thick length sliding gradually out of Asa's hole, every fraction of withdrawal drawing a soft little moan from her, the tight ring clinging to your cock as if refusing to let go. When the head finally slips free, her hole winks, clenching and opening to the air. Your best friend's little hole, untouched just half an hour ago, is now flushed, slick, and slightly swollen from your use. Asa keeps her ass arched toward you on purpose, as though she knows exactly where your thoughts have gone.

And she knows it. A dirty little thing like her knows exactly how wrong this is.

Truth be told, that's exactly what turns her on.

"Like what you see?" she teases, giving her hips a playful sway. "That little hole belongs to you now, daddy.”

You don't bother answering her. The look in your eyes already tells her everything she needs to know. Shaking yourself out of the moment, you ease back onto the couch, getting comfortable as your cock stands hard against your stomach, still glistening from her.

Asa gets on her knees on the couch and turns to face you. With one hand on your shoulder she moves and straddles your lap, one knee on each side of your thighs, her slim body with the skirt still bunched at her waist and the strapless top letting one nipple peek out. She looks down at your cock and bites her lip before her hand drops to grab it, positioning the head against the hole that was just fucked. She takes a breath, presses her forehead to yours, and then starts lowering herself slowly.

The tip presses against her entrance once more, her tight ring giving way much more easily this time, though it's still snug enough to draw a long, helpless moan from her. Asa's eyes roll back as half your cock slips inside, her eyelids fluttering while every muscle in her body focuses on not tensing up as you're slowly worked back into her. She keeps lowering herself until she's fully seated, your entire length buried inside her, your hips pressed flush together.

"Holy fucking shit," she moans, trembling on your lap. "In this position it goes deeper. Feels like your cock grew three extra centimeters."

She stays still for a moment, just breathing, letting her body adjust naturally. Then she starts to move. Slow at first, searching for the right rhythm, lifting her hips a few centimeters and dropping back down, feeling every millimeter of friction. Her face twists with pleasure on each descent.

While she finds her rhythm, your hands travel up her body and grab the edge of the strapless top. You yank it down in one go, the fabric sliding smooth on sweaty skin to reveal her tits. Small and proportional to her compact frame, with pink stiff nipples you spent the whole party watching press against the thin fabric.

Asa glances down at herself - still lazily grinding against your lap - and asks with a smug little smile, "So? What do you think?"

"They're cute," you say, your thumbs brushing lightly over her nipples. "They really suit you."

"Knew it," she says, grinning. "Flat is justice, damn it. You don't need huge tits to be hot."

"I've never said otherwise."

"That's why you're my kind of guy," she murmurs, leaning into your touch. "Go on... squeeze them for me, daddy.”

That's what you were about to do anyway. Your hands rise between you, grabbing both tits, fingers working the nipples, and Asa, feeling your touch, closes her eyes and picks up the pace. Her body responds to your touch by rising and falling with more energy, her hole gliding along your cock in a way that makes you clench your jaw. It doesn't take long for Asa to show she knows what she's doing, using her whole body to ride you, especially the strength in her hips, creating those small impacts of skin against skin that echo through the room with every hard drop.

"I bet Ahyeon can't ride dick like this," Asa pants. "Come on, admit it. I ride you way better, don't I?"

"You do," you admit, giving her nipple a squeeze. "Way better. Just don't tell her I said that."

"I knew it! Oh, and wanna hear something funny? Ahyeon actually asked me for riding tips once. Like, she literally asked me how I do it. So I taught her, obviously. I'm a good friend after all."

"No shit?"

"Dead serious. I'm the one who taught her how to ride. And then the ungrateful bitch goes and uses what I taught her to take it up the ass from my friend? The nerve..." Asa sinks lower as she rolls her hips, clenching around you in the process and drawing a groan from your lips. "At least now I'm showing you how it's actually done. My student rode you like an amateur. Daddy's best little anal slut does it like this."

"One of these days you're gonna have to explain this whole rivalry thing between you two," you say.

"Oh, there's a lot of lore behind it," Asa replies, planting both hands on your shoulders to give herself more leverage. "It all started when she stole a guy she knew I had a crush on."

"You never told me that."

"'Cause it's kind of personal. It's between me and her. I'll tell you later."

"When's later?"

"After you fill my ass with cum and I'm sitting on your lap with your cock still inside me. Then I'll stay all cozy with you for a bit, feeling your cum inside me, and I'll tell you everything. Deal?"

You laugh at the sheer casualness with which she says something like that.

"Well... okay. Works for me."

Asa smiles and starts riding you with renewed enthusiasm. Her body never stops moving - her small breasts bouncing softly, her slim waist rolling over your lap. You can tell she's past the adjustment phase now, completely used to taking you, every descent smooth and deep. Never breaking rhythm, she shifts effortlessly between slow circles, straight bounces, lazy rolls of her hips, and short grinding motions, switching from one to the next without missing a beat, and the constant variety is enough to drive you crazy.

"Am I doing a good job, daddy?" she asks between pants, gazing into your eyes.

"You're incredible," you answer, squeezing her waist. "My good girl. Keep going."

"Yes, sir," she says, picking up the pace. "I'm gonna ride this cock until you fill my tight little ass with hot, thick cum. That's what I want for my birthday - an anal creampie from my best friend.”

Then, as if it's the most natural thing in the world, Asa leans in and kisses you. And for the first time in all your years of friendship, it's a real kiss; open-mouthed, her tongue meeting yours, warm, soft, and everything it shouldn't be. Years of quick pecks at parties, affectionate two a.m. texts, and playful flirting never came close to preparing you for this. The reality of her mouth on yours is rawer than you ever imagined. She tastes faintly of alcohol with a hint of something sweet - probably the frosting from the cheap birthday cake she picked up. Her quiet moans melt into the kiss, vibrating against your lips as she never stops moving.

She pulls back just enough to keep her forehead resting against yours, still breathless, her eyes bright as she lets out a dazed little laugh.

"Fuck... I can't even- Like, a few hours ago we were just getting drunk, acting like idiots at my party. And now I'm bouncing on my best friend's dick, calling him daddy." She laughs again, half in disbelief, half completely into it. "But it feels so good. So wrong and so fucking good." She shakes her head with a breathless smile. "I'm so turned on I can't even think straight. Your cock's actually in my ass. Like..." She lets out an unsteady breath, still smiling in amazement. "This is so fucked up. I love it."

"It's fucking insane for me too," you admit, your hand slowly trailing down her sweat-slick back. "You're the one girl I always swore I'd never make a move on. I spent years telling myself our friendship meant too much to risk - and now I've got my best friend riding my cock.”

"So? Regretting all those promises you broke?"

"Not for a second.”

Asa rewards your honesty by grinding harder, deeper, her hole tightening around your cock in a way that makes your hips lift off the couch. The intensity is building, the rhythm accelerating, and her breathing is getting shorter and faster, the climax approaching.

"I'm close," she confesses, gripping your shoulders hard. "Gonna cum, babe. Gonna cum with your cock in my ass - holy shit. Can feel myself tightening up.”

Her hand slips between her legs, fingers finding her clit as she keeps riding you, drawing out a different kind of moan this time - lower, rougher, the kind that only comes when an orgasm is closing in. Your hands stay firm on her waist, lifting her up and pulling her back down with almost ridiculous ease, her light frame making it effortless to set the rhythm. And Asa gives in the way only she can. True to her word, she never does anything halfway. If she's going to feel it, she feels every last bit of it. If she's going to cum, her whole body cums with her.

"Cum for me, daddy," she whimpers, grinding herself back against you as her fingers work her clit even faster. "Cum nice and hard for your dirty little slut of a best friend. The best friend who's been dying to spread her legs for you. "The one who got jealous as hell because Ahyeon got this cock before she did." Her voice catches on a moan. "And now I am - fuck - now I'm taking it so fucking good!" She rocks back harder. "Now fill me up. Fill my ass with every last drop.”

"Fuck... I'm close," you groan. "You're gonna make me cum."

"Yes! Fill me up," she moans, her ass tightening around your cock. "I'm your dirty little slut now. Your slutty best friend who's gonna let you fuck her ass whenever you want. Fill me up, daddy. Please. Every fucking drop.”

She grinds faster, harder, riding your cock with growing desperation, squeezing around you with every thrust. The pleasure has been building for far too long - ever since she lifted her skirt and showed you how wet she was, ever since she told you that you were the one she wanted to fuck her ass. Asa doesn't stop talking. She doesn't stop moving. Her hole keeps clenching and relaxing around your cock in a relentless rhythm, pulling you closer and closer to the edge right along with her.

"Give me your cum, daddy. Give it to me give it to me give it to me-”

You grab her by the hips and pull her down hard, burying your cock to the hilt as you cum. As deep in Asa's ass as you can possibly get. Thick, hot ropes flood her from the inside, each pulse making her hole tighten around you. The feeling is almost unreal. Her impossibly tight ass milks every spasm out of your cock while you keep her pinned against you, holding her there as you empty yourself completely, letting every involuntary squeeze draw out the very last drop.

Asa feels the rush of hot cum filling her ass, unmistakable, flooding her exactly the way she'd begged for. That, finally, pushes her over the edge. It comes in beautiful stages: first, her whole body goes rigid, every muscle tightening all at once. Then she starts to shake - and she really shakes - completely out of control, her thighs trembling on your lap, her hole fluttering around your cock, her eyes rolling back until only the whites show. Her mouth falls open, but no sound comes at first. Then, finally, a long, ragged moan tears its way up from somewhere deep in her chest.

You wrap your arms around her trembling body, feeling her convulse in your lap, and Asa digs her nails into your shoulders, hard enough that she's definitely leaving marks. You can already feel the sting, though the adrenaline dulls most of it. The orgasm keeps rolling through her in waves, each one making her clench around you all over again, tighten all over again, and for a moment it feels like it's never going to end.

But it does. And when it finally does, Asa melts against you. Her forehead comes to rest on your shoulder, her whole body going limp, deflating like a balloon, her breathing so heavy you can feel her chest rising and falling against yours.

"Fuck," she murmurs hoarsely against your neck. "Holy shit... That was- Like..." She lifts her head to look at you, eyes half-glazed, the shock of the ecstasy still there. "I felt it go through my whole body. I'm serious. From my toes all the way to the top of my head. Strongest orgasm I've ever had. Jesus." She lets out a weak, satisfied laugh. "My first time taking it in the ass, and that's what happens. Guess I've been doing sex wrong…"

"Happy to help you find your new favorite hobby," you say, chuckling. Asa smiles.

But she doesn't get up, though. She stays on your lap, your cock still inside her ass, the hot cum filling the space between you just like she said she wanted. Her body feels feather-light against yours, sweat and perfume mingling in the air as her breathing gradually slows, the two of you lingering there without either of you feeling any need to move.

"Hey," Asa says after a while, still leaning against your shoulder. "Maybe this doesn't have to be a one-time thing."

"What do you mean?"

"We could keep doing this. Fuck every now and then." She gives a small shrug. "I think it'd be nice."

"Like friends with benefits?"

"Yeah. Friends with benefits." She looks up at you. "What do you think?" Her hair sticks to her forehead, her lips are swollen, her lipstick completely smeared - the face of someone who just made the riskiest decision of your entire friendship... and doesn't regret it one bit. "No dating, no expectations, no drama. Whenever we're in the mood, it's just you and me. Sound good?"

You don't even have to think. "I'm in."

"Nice," she says with a smile, leaning in to give you a quick peck. "Mind if I stay on your lap a little longer? It feels nice like this. Cozy."

You wrap your arms around her, pulling her small body close.

"Sure. Get comfortable."

"Thanks," she murmurs. "Seriously. This was the best birthday present I could've asked for. Better than the juicer. Better than the party. Better than everything."

"Anytime," you reply, giving her a gentle squeeze. "Anything for the birthday girl."

Asa closes her eyes and snuggles a little closer. The darkness in the room is already beginning to fade, slowly giving way to the pale light of dawn spilling through the windows. Outside, the chorus of city birds is the first ordinary sound you've heard in hours (after what felt like an endless night of Asa's moans) - the quiet prelude to a brand-new morning.

"Daddy," Asa murmurs against your shoulder, followed by a quiet little laugh.

You chuckle too. "Yeah... now that we're not horny anymore, hearing you call me that is kind of weird."

"I know," she says. "Without the whole sex thing, it sounds really fucking weird. Let's keep that one for the bedroom."

"Deal.”

Then Asa's stomach growls out of nowhere, cutting right through the moment. She glances down at it with a look of pure betrayal before sighing.

"I'm starving," she complains. "Burned way too many calories getting my ass fucked. Need a snack before bed."

"I'd offer to order something, but I don't think anything's open yet," you say.

Asa barely hears you, already looking around the room for something.

"Hang on..." she murmurs, frowning. "Where'd I leave the rest of my cake? There was, like, half of it left. I remember seeing it on the coffee table during the party." She points across the room, where the coffee table now sits empty. "Yeah, it was kinda shitty and dry, but it'd absolutely hit the spot right now."

"Hmm," you mumble. "About that..."

Asa goes still on your lap. "What?"

"I'm pretty sure I saw somebody leaving with a tray," you say, trying to piece together the hazy memory. "Must've been around two in the morning. I was in the kitchen grabbing another beer when I saw someone heading out the front door with it."

"Who?”

"No clue. Some guy in a striped shirt. I think he was one of Ruka's friends.”

Karina and your father. How is the relationship between the two of them actually?

In your opinion, you can say that your father is a figure of understanding and care in taking care of you. He never distinguishes affection between you and Karina.

Until one day, they look close, maybe people won't even believe that they are father and daughter because they are so close. The day began when it was your sister's eighteenth birthday, the day all the messes happened.

***

It's started when my 18 birthday, Five years ago

The door creaked open with the same tired groan it always had—Karina's schoolbag thudding to the floor with the weight of half-finished assignments and unopened love letters.

"I'm home," she called out, toeing off her shoes with the precision of someone who'd performed this ritual a thousand times before.

"Welcome home, sweetheart."

Your father's voice came from the kitchen, thick with something Karina couldn't place at first. Not until she rounded the corner and saw him leaning against the countertop, his shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms still damp from hurried washing.

Karina blinked at the sight of your father's soaked sleeves clinging to his forearms, droplets still trailing down his wrists.

"Dad, what happened?" she asked, fingers twitching toward the dish towel hanging forgotten on the oven handle.

Your father chuckled—a sound too deep, too warm for the tension coiling in Karina's shoulders.

"Don't worry sweetheart," he said, shaking water from his hands with a practiced flick that sent droplets splattering across the tile.

"Daddy just cleaned some dirty dishes, " His smile widened, showing teeth, "Or else your mother will be angry when she comes home from the hospital after take care of Eunhae.”

Karina sighed, her fingers twisting the dish towel into a tight spiral as she watched water droplets slide down her father's forearms.

"Let me continue, Dad," she said, nodding toward the soapy sink, "It's better for you to change your clothes or later you'll get sick and catch up with Eunhae in the hospital."

Your father chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest as he shook his hands dry with exaggerated flicks that sent water splattering across Karina's school uniform.

"Okay, sweetheart."

The lights flicked off.

The last plate clattered into the drying rack as Karina wiped soapy water from her brow, blinking against the sudden darkness that swallowed the kitchen whole. Her pulse stuttered—just for a second—before golden light erupted from the hallway, flickering like fireflies caught in a jar.

"Happy birthday to you..."

The song curled through the darkened kitchen like smoke—your father's voice rasping the familiar melody with an odd, throaty warmth that made Karina's fingers tighten around the damp dish towel.

"Happy birthday our sweetheart, happy birthday our Karina ", your father murmured, the words sticking to his teeth like caramel as the frosting gleamed under eighteen trembling candle flames.

Karina's hands flew to her mouth, fingers pressing hard against her parted lips as if trying to push the startled, "Oh, Daddy! "

"Even in a situation like this," your father murmured, his voice dropping into that rich register that always made Karina's shoulders tense unconsciously, "dad won't make dad's favorite daughter miss her birthday cake."

Karina's breath caught in her throat—eighteen candle flames flickering against the sudden wetness in her eyes.

"Thank you, dad," she whispered, voice cracking like the first thin ice of winter.

The candles extinguished with a soft whoosh, leaving only the ghost of smoke curling between them.

The cake knife left glistening trails of frosting across the porcelain plate as Karina pushed a bite between her lips, the sweetness clashing with the bitter tang of the wine still lingering on her tongue.

"You know, Dad," she said, swirling her fork in the cream, "this time there are so many love letters in my locker. It makes me sick."

The words came out half-crowned, muffled by the cake still dissolving on her tongue.

Your father chuckled—a deep, rich sound that vibrated through his Soju glass as he took another sip.

"My little girl's growing up too fast," he murmured, watching her over the rim of his glass.

Karina leaned forward, the hem of her skirt riding up slightly as she balanced her chin on her palms.

"Hey, Dad," she said, her voice softening into something almost girlish, "Tell me about how you met Mom for the first time!"

The soju glass clinked against the table as your father set it down, his fingers lingering on the rim where condensation had started to form.

"I used to be just a new office employee," he began, his voice roughened by alcohol and something nostalgic.

"And your mother worked at a café near my office", His thumb traced the edge of the glass absently, "Back then, she wore her hair shorter—just brushing her shoulders—and always had this habit of tucking it behind her ear when she handed customers their change."

Karina's fingers tightened around her fork, the tines scraping against her plate in a quiet screech.

"And then?"

She prompted, her voice pitched slightly higher than usual.

Your father's grin turned wolfish as he poured himself another shot.

"Then I dared to ask her out, after a few dates, I proposed to her and she accepted me", he said, knocking back the soju with practiced ease.

"Wow, what a sweet story!" Karina giggled, twirling a lock of hair around her finger as her wine-flushed cheeks dimpled.

Your father's fingers twitched against the soju glass, his thumbnail catching on a chip in the rim that hadn't been there before dinner.

"But sometimes I think..." His voice trailed off into the humid kitchen air, the words dissolving like sugar in hot tea,”Ah forget it! ”

"You can tell me, Dad," she murmured, voice dipping low enough that the kitchen seemed to hold its breath around them.

Your father exhaled through his nose—a slow, measured sound—before swirling the last of his soju.

"I don't know," he admitted, thumb tracing the rim of his glass where her lipstick still smudged the edge,"Sometimes I feel like your mother has no feelings for me."

The confession hung between them like a swung pendulum.

"It seems like she's just looking for a family that she didn't have when she was a child. Some kind of... obsession."

"It might just be your feelings, Dad," she murmured, forcing lightness into her voice even as her pulse hammered against her ribs.

"I'm sure Mom loves you."

Her gaze fell to the half-empty bottle between them, the glass slick with moisture.

"Mmm, Dad," she said abruptly, tilting her head with exaggerated curiosity, "you really like alcohol. How does it feel to drink it?" The question hung between them—a clumsy diversion, but the only lifeline she could grasp at.

"I know it might be ridiculous," he said, voice roughened by alcohol as the soju bottle clinked against the rim as he poured another shot, the clear liquid swirling with tiny bubbles that burst against the glass.

"It tastes bitter and a little burning..." His fingers tightened around the glass, knuckles whitening, "But it can make your mind a little free from everything that weighs you down."

Your father's gaze into Karina, "You want to try it, sweetheart?" The question hung between them, thick with unspoken implications.

"I'm still 18, Dad," she murmured, but the protest sounded hollow even to her own ears—the numbers tasting like cardboard on her tongue.

Your father's chuckle was a dark ripple in the amber-lit kitchen.

"Sst..." He pressed a finger to his lips, the gesture pulling at the laugh lines around his mouth.

"This will be our secret only."

The words curled between them like smoke, intimate and conspiratorial.

Karina watched the way the overhead light caught the rim of his glass—how it illuminated the ghost of her lipstick still smudged on the edge. Her throat tightened. Slowly, as if pulled by invisible strings, she nodded.

That was the beginning of the mess that occurred, when your father offered Karina and your older sister to accept without knowing the consequences in the future.

The first sip burned Karina's throat like swallowed embers—her father's chuckle vibrating through the kitchen as she coughed into her sleeve. By the third sip, the alcohol unspooled warmth through her limbs like liquid gold. Karina giggled at nothing—at the way the overhead light fractured through her glass, at her father's crooked smile when he refilled it without asking. Her fifth sip coincided with the moment her father's knee brushed hers beneath the table. Karina didn't pull away. The contact burned hotter than the alcohol—a line of heat searing through her stockings as his leg pressed firm against hers.

"Daddy," she breathed, the word thick with alcohol and something darker, "if you feel like you don't get love enough ..." Her stockinged foot slid up his calf beneath the table, the nylon rasping against his slacks.

"Maybe I can give myself to you."

Her giggle dissolved into a hiccup as she struck a pose—head tilted, lips parted, one strap of her school uniform slipping off her shoulder with calculated negligence.

"You're too drunk, sweetheart," your father murmured, though his gaze lingered too long on the way her skirt rode up when she stumbled forward.

Karina's answering giggle dissolved into a hiccup as she climbed into his lap with the graceless determination of the truly intoxicated. Her stockinged knees pressed into the chair on either side of his thighs, her skirt rucking up to reveal the lace-edged garters holding up her thigh-highs.

"Hehehe," she slurred, fingers tangling in his shirt collar, "I'm not drunk, Daddy."

The scent of peach wine and strawberry lip gloss clung to her breath as she leaned in.

"I'm honest. You deserve a good one, sincere love..." Her hips rocked forward, the heat of her pressing against his belt buckle.

"And I can give you that.”

"Karina, this is already—" His protest died against her mouth, swallowed by the wet heat of her lips pressing clumsily against his.

The kiss tasted of Soju and strawberry gloss, sticky-sweet and sloppy with drunken intent. Her fingers tangled in his collar, pulling him closer as her hips rocked forward—the lace of her panties damp against his belt buckle through the thin fabric of her skirt.

Your father's hands flew up to grip her shoulders, fingers digging into the starched fabric of her school blouse—not pushing away, not pulling closer, just holding her suspended in that breathless moment where morality frayed at the edges.

"Ummph, Daddy....", Karina whimpered into his mouth, her tongue darting out to lick at his bottom lip with clumsy desperation.

Their lips parted with a wet sound that seemed obscenely loud in the sudden quiet of the kitchen.

Karina's breath came in shallow gasps, her pupils blown wide with alcohol and something darker—something that tightened the knot in your father's stomach as his fingers flexed against her hips. The overhead light caught the slick sheen of saliva still connecting their mouths for a fleeting second before it broke, leaving them both staring at each other with expressions caught between shock and hunger.

Karina's fingers trembled as they fumbled with the buttons of her father's shirt, the fabric parting to reveal skin flushed pink with arousal and the lingering burn of soju. His breath hitched when her nails scraped lightly over his collarbone—that tiny sound, barely audible, seemed to snap something inside them both.

Clothes became obstacles to be destroyed rather than removed; her school blouse tore at the shoulder seam as he yanked it down her arms, the fabric catching at her elbows before pooling on the floor. His belt buckle clattered against the tile when she wrenched it open, the metallic noise swallowed by her needy whimper as their mouths crashed together again.

Their breath hunted each other with their bodies that were already without a piece of cloth at all, naked.

Karina arched her back sharply as your father's mouth crashed against her right breast—his tongue rough and hot as it circled her nipple with punishing pressure before sucking hard enough to pull a broken scream from her throat.

"Daddy....Daddy....Daddy—!" Her fingers scrambled at his shoulders, nails biting into skin already flushed pink with arousal. His other hand kneaded her left breast with brutal efficiency, fingers digging into soft flesh until it spilled between his grasp like overripe fruit.

The sensations tore through Karina's alcohol-fogged mind—the sharp sting of teeth grazing her nipple, the wet heat of his tongue soothing the ache moments later, the calloused pads of his fingers pinching her other nipple with calculated cruelty. Every nerve ending felt electrified, raw, like her skin had been peeled back to expose something unbearably sensitive beneath.

The sound was obscenely wet—slurp... slurp...—your father's mouth working Karina's nipple with the same greedy suction he used on the last dregs of soju bottles.

Spit glistened between his lips and her swollen flesh, strands stretching thin before snapping as he switched breasts with a groan. Karina's back arched off the kitchen chair, her thighs clamping around his hips as her fingers twisted in his hair.

He stopped and grabbed Karina's thigh.

Your father's fingers dug into the meat of Karina's thighs, spreading her wider across his lap—the nylon whisper of her stockings splitting against his slacks as her knees slid apart. The scent hit him first—peach wine and something muskier, richer, the unmistakable wet heat of arousal soaking pussy.

His breath stuttered against her collarbone.

"Sweetheart," he rasped, the word crumbling at the edges like burnt paper.

Karina's face burned—not just from the alcohol, but from the way her father's breath hitched when she rolled her hips against his face.

"Mmph, Daddy," she slurred, the words thick with soju and something darker, something sticky-sweet between her thighs.

The chair legs screeched against tile as your father shoved forward, his grip on Karina's thighs tightening like a vice. She gasped—half-protest, half-invitation—as his mouth crashed against her bare pussy with a wet, desperate sound that made her toes curl in split nylon stockings.

His tongue dragged through her folds with rough urgency, tasting peach wine and the musk of her arousal, the scent of her childhood shampoo still clinging faintly to her skin beneath layers of sweat and sex. Karina's hips jerked involuntarily, her fingers knotting in his hair as his nose pressed against her clit.

"Daddy, Why is this so amazing, this feeling Urgh !" The word tore from her throat in a ragged moan as he sucked hard on her labia, his tongue flicking against her swollen flesh with brutal precision.

Karina's scream fractured into a breathless sob as her father's tongue plunged deeper—rough, insistent strokes that mapped every trembling contour of her pussy. The chair groaned beneath them, wood straining against their frenzied movements as she arched into his face, her thighs clamping around his head like a vice.

"Daddy—oh god—right there—" Her words dissolved into a wet, gasping moan as his tongue curled upward, pressing hard against that spongy spot inside her that made her vision whiten at the edges. The sensation was unbearable—too much and not enough—her fingers twisting in his hair to grind herself harder against his mouth.

Karina's thighs trembled violently, her breath hitching in ragged gasps as that unfamiliar pressure coiled tighter in her belly—something hot and liquid and terrifyingly inevitable.

"D-Daddy," she slurred through wine-thick lips, "s-something weird... Uh Mmmph..." Her fingers clawed at his shoulders, nails biting crescent moons into his skin.

"Something would come I don't... know what it—ah!"

Your father didn't answer—his tongue dragging a wet trail up Karina's slit before curling inward with deliberate pressure. The vibration of his muffled chuckle against her sensitive flesh made her toes curl violently in her ruined stockings. Then came the fingers—two, pressing bluntly against her entrance before twisting in without ceremony, stretching her with a suddenness that punched the air from Karina's lungs.

Karina's thighs clamped around her father's head like a vice—her breath hitching in ragged gasps as something hot and liquid coiled impossibly tight in her belly. She could feel it building with each rough stroke of his tongue, each twist of his fingers inside her—that terrifying pressure swelling until her vision whited out at the edges.

"Daddy—!" The word tore from her throat in a fractured scream as her body arched violently off the chair.

A gush of warm liquid flooded her father's mouth, her inner muscles pulsing in erratic contractions that soaked his face and dripped onto the kitchen tiles.

Your father's tongue swiped one last lingering stroke through Karina's folds, collecting the last traces of her climax as she trembled against the kitchen chair—legs spread wide and stockings torn at the thighs. When he finally lifted his head, their gazes locked in the dim kitchen light. Karina's pupils were blown wide—not just from alcohol anymore, but from something darker, something hungry that mirrored the feverish gleam in her father's eyes.

He surged up without breaking eye contact, capturing her mouth in a kiss that tasted of salt and her own arousal. Karina whimpered as his tongue pushed past her lips, sharing the remnants of her fluids between them in a slick, obscene exchange.

Karina pulled back just enough to see the string of saliva still connecting their lips in the dim kitchen light. "What...what was that?" Her voice trembled between breaths like a lifeline. "That feeling was...so wonderful."

Your father's thumb swiped across her lower lip, collecting the moisture there before bringing it to his own mouth.

"That, sweetheart," he murmured against her fingertips, "is love." His other hand slid up her thigh, the split nylon of her stocking rasping against his palm. "Do you want to feel even better?"

Karina nodded.

The tip of his cock pressed against Karina's slick entrance, her climax still dripping down her thighs—hot and trembling as her body instinctively clenched around the intrusion.

Your father exhaled sharply through his nose, the scent of her arousal mingling with spilled soju and birthday cake frosting still clinging to the tablecloth.

"Mmmph... Daddy's sweet girl," he slurred, his hips jerking forward with drunken impatience, "still so tight for me—" The words dissolved into a groan as the head of his cock popped past her resisting muscles, her inner walls fluttering wildly around the first inch of him.

Karina's fingers dug into his shoulders, her nails leaving crescent moons in his skin as her breath hitched—part gasp, part whimper. Her thighs trembled against his hips, the torn nylon of her stockings rasping against his slacks with every shallow thrust.

"It—it hurts," she whimpered, her voice cracking like thin ice, though her hips rocked forward to meet his next tentative push.

Your father's chuckle vibrated through her chest where they pressed together, his teeth scraping against her collarbone.

"Shh, babygirl," he murmured, his breath hot and sticky with alcohol, "just like riding your first bike. "

His hands slid down to grip her ass, kneading the flesh roughly as he pulled her closer.

"Daddy'll go slow."

The chair creaked dangerously beneath them as your father bottomed out with a ragged groan, Karina's inner muscles clamping down in erratic pulses around his shaft. Sweat beaded along his temple, dripping onto her chest where it mingled with the saliva still glistening on her breasts.

Karina's mouth fell open in a silent scream—her body stretched impossibly wide, the burn of intrusion blurring with the lingering aftershocks of her earlier climax. Her father stilled for a moment, his forehead pressed against hers as they shared the same labored breaths. Then his hips rolled experimentally, drawing a broken moan from Karina's throat as her nails raked down his back.

Karina's whimpers softened into moans—little wounded-animal sounds that curled into the hollow of her father's throat as his hips began moving in earnest. The initial sting had melted into something hotter, stranger, a liquid pull low in her belly that coiled tighter with each thrust. And that moment is Karina's hymen tore and marked by a sound—not the gasp she expected, but the wet crunch of cake frosting smeared beneath her father's knee as he drove deeper. Her cry dissolved into the sticky air between them, swallowed by the slick slap of skin meeting skin with increasing urgency.

Their hips met with a wet slap that echoed through the kitchen, drowned out only by Karina’s breathless stammer.

"Oh... Daddy," she gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she arched against him, her torn stockings slipping against his thighs, "Urgh... so good, I love this feeling."

The words spilled from her lips like a confession, sticky-sweet and desperate.

Your father groaned against her neck, his teeth scraping the delicate skin there as he thrust deeper, his cock dragging against her inner walls with a roughness that bordered on pain. Karina’s thighs trembled around his hips, her body torn between pulling him closer and pushing him away—her breath hitching in ragged, uneven bursts.

The world had narrowed to the heat between them, the sweat-slick press of skin, the way her pussy clenched around him with each thrust, as if her body was trying to keep him inside forever.

"You'll like this too, baby," your father murmured, his voice thick with alcohol and something darker, something primal.

His hands gripped Karina's waist with possessive strength, lifting her effortlessly into his lap until she straddled him—the cowgirl position forcing her to bear down on his cock with her own weight. Karina gasped as the sudden shift sent him deeper than before, her inner walls fluttering wildly around his shaft.

His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips, guiding her movements with rough insistence.

"That's it," he groaned as she tentatively rocked forward, her torn stockings rasping against his thighs,"Ride Daddy just like that."

The words sent a hot shiver down Karina's spine, her drunken mind struggling to reconcile the filth spilling from his lips with the man who'd tied her shoelaces and packed her school lunches.

Karina's throat arched backward like a drawn bowstring, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as her father's cock speared into depths she hadn't known existed. The angle was obscene—her thighs splayed wide across his lap, knees digging into the chair cushions while her torn stockings flapped against his thighs with every frantic bounce. Her vision whited out at the edges, pupils rolling upward until all she could see were the kitchen light fixtures swaying in time with their brutal rhythm.

"Ah....ah.....ah.....Ddda.....dy....Pl....ea...se....”

She tried to speak, to beg, to scream—but all that escaped was a wet, guttural sound that dissolved into the sticky air between them. Her fingers scrabbled against his sweat-slick chest, nails catching on the silver hairs there before sliding off helplessly.

Karina's inner muscles fluttered around your father's cock like desperate fingers grasping at silk—irregular pulses that tightened incrementally until his breath hitched against her collarbone. Her body arched violently, the chair legs screeching backward as her climax tore through her with jagged intensity. A guttural moan ripped from her throat, half-sob and half-scream, as warm liquid gushed around his shaft in erratic spurts.

Your father groaned—a sound dredged from somewhere primal—as Karina's pussy milked him with frantic, sucking contractions. The sensation bordered on painful, her inner walls twitching like a heartbeat around his cock as her climax wrung every drop of pleasure from her trembling body. Fluid seeped between their joined flesh, dripping onto the chair cushion with obscene wetness.

"D-Daddy—!" Karina's voice shattered into fragmented syllables, her fingers scrabbling against his sweat-slick chest for purchase.

Karina slumped boneless against her father's chest, her breath coming in wet, hiccuping gasps against his collarbone—half-sob, half-exhausted pant. Her thighs trembled where they still straddled his hips, the torn nylon of her stockings clinging damply to his sweat-slick skin. Between them, his cock remained rock-hard, pulsing against her oversensitive flesh with a heat that made her whimper weakly into the hollow of his throat.

"Good girls, sweet heart. Your good girl", your father combed Karina's hair.

Karina gasped as her father's hands flipped her onto her stomach with startling force, her cheek pressing against the sticky kitchen table where frosting smeared beneath her skin. The air smelled of spilled soju and sweat—her own thighs trembled against the wood grain, her torn stockings catching splinters as she tried to brace herself. Behind her, she heard the wet sound of her father spitting into his palm before gripping himself, the obscene squelch making her stomach clench.

Her breath hitched when his calloused hands spread her thighs wider—the split nylon of her ruined stockings rasping against the table—exposing her dripping pussy to the humid kitchen air.

"D-Daddy—" The protest died in her throat when his cockhead bumped against her swollen folds, already slick with her own spend. He pushed in without preamble, the stretch burning worse than before now that she wasn't drunk enough to mute the pain.

The table legs screeched against tile as Karina's father drove into her with a force that sent plates rattling—his hips pistoning forward with drunken abandon, each thrust punctuated by the wet slap of skin and the sharp clatter of silverware.

"Ohhh, sweetheart," he slurred into the nape of her neck, his breath hot and sticky with soju, "Karina's pussy is freaking awesome."

The words dripped from his lips like syrup, thick with arousal and something darker, something that curled around Karina's spine like smoke. His hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, fingers digging into the lace-edged garters still clinging to her thighs as he pulled her back onto his cock with a groan that vibrated through her ribs.

Karina's voice cracked like thin ice underfoot—"Oh, Da...ddy.... Har...der"—each syllable warping with the strain of pleasure and alcohol. The words slithered from her lips without conscious thought, morality dissolving like sugar in soju.

The sound of their skin colliding filled the kitchen—a wet, rhythmic slap that drowned out the dripping faucet and the faint hum of the refrigerator. Each impact sent Karina's breasts jolting against the sticky tabletop, her nipples rasping over frosting-smeared wood grain as her father's hips pistoned with brutal precision. Her thighs trembled violently, the split nylon of her ruined stockings catching on splinters with every forward thrust.

Karina's father groaned—a low, guttural sound that vibrated through her spine as his thrusts turned erratic, his hips stuttering against her bruised flesh. His breath came in ragged bursts against her ear, the scent of soju and sweat clinging to his lips as they brushed her earlobe.

"Oh my sweetheart," he whispered, his voice thick with arousal, "Daddy will leave a mark of love for you—will you accept it?"

His fingers dug into her hips, pulling her tighter against him as his cock twitched inside her, already pulsing with the first waves of his climax.

Karina nodded frantically, her damp hair sticking to the sticky tabletop as she gasped, "Y-yes, Daddy—please—!" The words dissolved into a whimper as his teeth scraped the nape of her neck, the sharp sting blending with the overwhelming fullness of his cock buried deep inside her.

“Urgh… I'm cumming “.

The first hot spurt hit Karina's inner walls like molten wax—a scalding rush that made her thighs jerk violently against the sticky table. Her father groaned through clenched teeth, his fingers biting into her hips hard enough to leave crescent-shaped bruises as his cock twitched inside her.

"Take it all, sweetheart," he gasped, hips stuttering forward with each thick pulse. Karina whimpered as warmth flooded her womb—each throb of his shaft pressing deeper, spreading his seed where no father's should ever reach.

***

"So you had sex with Dad?" you asked.

Karina looked at you—embarrassed, guilty, the ghost of her strawberry lip gloss still clinging to her bitten lower lip—and nodded. The movement was almost imperceptible, her chin dipping just enough to send a strand of sweat-damp hair sliding across her forehead.

You didn't have point to judge Karina and your father for having a taboo relationship, because you're also fucking with your own mother behind their backs.

"After that we tried to forget about it but we lost," Karina's voice cracked, fingers twisting the hem of her skirt where a loose thread unraveled like her composure. "We did it again and again until..."

“C’mon,” he teased. “Prove me wrong. Or admit I’m right—idol or not, you’re just a girl who can’t handle a real man.”

Her pride snapped. She shot him a glare so hot it could’ve burned the desk. “Five minutes, huh? Fine. Don’t choke when you lose.”

He leaned back, unzipping his pants, his cock springing free half-hard. “Clock starts when you start.”

Ahyeon knelt, muttering under her breath. “I cannot believe I’m doing this for my group’s name…” She wrapped her hand around him, stroking slow, her pout deepening. “You’re gross.”

“Yet here you are,” he mocked, groaning as her tongue slid along the underside. “Idol Ahyeon, on her knees.”

She narrowed her eyes, sucking his tip with a sharp pop. “Shut up. I’m only doing this so you’ll stop running your mouth.”

Her lips slid down his shaft, cheeks hollowing, spit glistening as she pulled back with a wet slurp. His groan slipped out, and she smirked against him. “Mmm. Thought I wasn’t hot?”

“Fuck…” He chuckled between moans. “Still not hot. Just—goddamn—good at this.”

She bobbed faster, hand stroking his base, spit dripping onto his balls. Then, with a mischievous glance up at him, she pulled off, spitting into her cleavage and pressing his cock between her tits.

“Not hot, huh?” she teased, bouncing her chest, his shaft sliding between her perky tits slick with spit. “Say it again.”

He groaned louder, gripping the desk for balance. “Shit—you’re still average. Just… filthy for an idol.”

Ahyeon giggled around him as she leaned in, sucking the head while squeezing her tits tighter. “Filthy’s better than boring.”

He was shaking now, his cock twitching as she switched moves—one moment titfucking, the next swirling her tongue around his tip, the next licking slowly from his balls to his head, moaning exaggeratedly just to mock him.

“Tick-tock,” she teased between licks. “Five minutes, right? Already sweating, oppa.”

His head fell back, groaning, “Fuckkk, Ahyeon—you’re insane—”

“Mm, say it louder,” she purred, sucking hard on his tip before shoving him deep down her throat until she gagged. She pulled off, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock. “Say my group’s worthless again, I dare you.”

He lasted seconds more before his cock jerked in her hands. With a final moan, he spilled across her face and uniform, white streaks staining her cheeks, lips, and collar.

Ahyeon sat back, wiping cum from her lashes, glaring up at him with a playful pout. “You’re disgusting.”

He grinned down at her, panting. “Yeah? You still swallowed half.”

She flicked cum off her shirt, scrunching her nose. “Gross. Bet I still looked hot doing it though.”

He smirked, cock still twitching. “Hot enough to win the bet.”

Ahyeon stood, tugging down her ruined uniform top, cum still streaked across her cheek. She should’ve stormed out and left him panting in the detention room. She should’ve pretended none of it happened.

But she didn’t.

Instead, she smirked, lifted her skirt, and hooked her thumbs under her panties, dragging them down slow until the damp strip of cotton clung to her thighs. She stepped out of them, tossed them on his desk, and spread her legs just enough to make him swallow hard.

Her pussy glistened, wet from the blowjob she swore she hated giving.

“Your turn,” she said, voice low but smug. “Fair’s fair.”

He blinked, stunned. “Wait—you’re serious?”

She tilted her head, hands on her hips, eyes sharp but playful. “I just let you cum all over my face, oppa. You think I’m leaving here without getting mine?”

He laughed nervously, cock twitching even though he’d just emptied himself. “You’re crazy.”

“Crazy hot,” she corrected, stepping between his legs. She planted a knee on the desk and leaned in, grabbing a fistful of his hair to pull his head back. “Eat. Or I tell everyone an idol sucked you off in detention.”

His smirk faltered. “That’s blackmail.”

“That’s femdom,” she shot back, pressing her soaked pussy against his lips.

At first he resisted, lips tight, but she ground against him with a sharp roll of her hips, smearing wetness across his mouth. “Don’t make me say it again. I want your tongue.”

Finally, his lips parted. His tongue flicked tentatively against her slit.

Ahyeon moaned softly, eyes fluttering shut, thighs squeezing his head. “Mmm, that’s better. Good boy. Keep going.”

She rolled her hips, riding his face, one hand tangled in his hair, the other squeezing her own tit through her bra. Every lick made her wetter, dripping down his chin onto his collar.

He groaned against her, muffled, and she laughed breathlessly. “Oh, don’t act like you don’t love it. You called me average, remember? Not so average now, huh?”

Her moans grew louder, shameless, bouncing against the empty classroom walls. “Ahhh—fuck, right there—yes, oppa, eat it like you mean it—”

She pressed down harder, grinding against his mouth, using him like a toy. Her clit rubbed his tongue with every motion, her pussy trembling.

Then she yanked his hair back, panting, sweat shining on her chest. “Lick my ass too. Or are you too scared?”

His eyes widened, but she only smirked, pushing back until his tongue traced lower. She moaned wickedly, rocking against his face. “That’s it. Bet you didn’t think detention would end like this.”

At first he resisted, lips tight, but she ground against him with a sharp roll of her hips, smearing wetness across his mouth. “Don’t make me say it again. I want your tongue.”

Finally, his lips parted. His tongue flicked tentatively against her slit.

Ahyeon moaned softly, eyes fluttering shut, thighs squeezing his head. “Mmm, that’s better. Good boy. Keep going.”

She rolled her hips, riding his face, one hand tangled in his hair, the other squeezing her own tit through her bra. Every lick made her wetter, dripping down his chin onto his collar.

He groaned against her, muffled, and she laughed breathlessly. “Oh, don’t act like you don’t love it. You called me average, remember? Not so average now, huh?”

Her moans grew louder, shameless, bouncing against the empty classroom walls. “Ahhh—fuck, right there—yes, oppa, eat it like you mean it—”

She pressed down harder, grinding against his mouth, using him like a toy. Her clit rubbed his tongue with every motion, her pussy trembling.

Then she yanked his hair back, panting, sweat shining on her chest. “Lick my ass too. Or are you too scared?”

His eyes widened, but she only smirked, pushing back until his tongue traced lower. She moaned wickedly, rocking against his face. “That’s it. Bet you didn’t think detention would end like this.”

Her thighs shook, pussy clenching. She leaned back, riding his tongue shamelessly, words tumbling out between moans. “Ahhh—fuck, I’m gonna cum—keep going, don’t stop—ahhh oppa, eat it alllll~”

Her orgasm hit hard, squirting against his lips, soaking his chin and shirt. She collapsed forward, hands braced on his shoulders, panting, sweat-damp hair sticking to her cheeks.

She looked down at him, his face dripping with her slick. “Guess I’m hotter than average after all.”

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, dazed. “You’re insane.”

Ahyeon was still catching her breath, still smirking through the aftershocks of her orgasm, when he stood. His shadow loomed over her, his cock heavy, flushed, still slick from her spit.

She looked up at him with that bratty grin, cheeks flushed, hair sticking to her face. “What, detention boy? You gonna just stand there with that thing wagging at me?”

He grinned, sliding his cock against her pussy through her skirt, teasing the wet fabric until she gasped. Her smirk faltered, eyes locking with his.

Neither spoke.

And then he shoved her skirt up, pushed her panties aside, and slid in.

Her back slammed against the desk, papers scattering. She yelped, legs flying up as he drove into her with a single thrust.

“Ahhh—fuckkkk!” she cried, clutching the edge of the desk as his cock split her fresh pussy, walls squeezing tight around him.

He groaned, bending over her, face inches from hers. “Knew you were dripping for this.”

Her nails scratched his shoulders, her bratty smirk cracking into shameless moans. “N-nooo—you’re just—ahhh—fucking roughhh~”

Every thrust made the desk squeal across the floor. Her tits bounced under her uniform blouse, buttons straining until one popped, flashing the swell of her bra. He bent, biting her nipple through the fabric, making her squeal.

“Louder,” he growled, pounding harder.

She arched her back, her voice breaking, shameless now. “Ahhh—fuckkk oppaaa—yes yes yes—”

He dragged her up, spinning her to the chalkboard, pressing her tits against the cold surface. Chalk dust smeared her cheek as his cock slid back inside from behind.

She moaned into the wall, palms flat against it, ass slapping against his hips. “Godddd—it’s so dirty—detention’s not for thisss~”

“Sure it is,” he mocked, pounding her harder, pulling her hair back to make her arch. “Detention’s for teaching brats their place.”

Her eyes rolled, spit dripping down her chin as her cries echoed. “I-I’m nottt—a brattt—ahhh—”

Her pussy clenched around him, wetter with every thrust, juices dripping down her thighs. He slapped her ass, watching it ripple against the board.

“You’re dripping like you love it,” he hissed, fucking harder.

“Shut uppp—fuckkkk—you’re making me—ahhhhhh~” She squirted weakly against the wall, her body betraying her, sliding down the chalk-dusted surface.

He caught her before she collapsed, dropping into a chair and pulling her onto his lap. She straddled him, his cock sliding in deep, filling her to the hilt.

Her eyes went wide, lips trembling. “Ohhh—fuckkk—it’s so deep sitting like thisss~”

Her tits spilled as he ripped her blouse open, her bra askew. She covered her chest instinctively, but he yanked her arms away.

“Don’t hide. Ride me.”

She whimpered, rocking her hips slowly at first, grinding her clit against his pelvis. Then faster, bouncing in his lap, tits slapping against his chest.

Her moans were shameless now, her bratty voice turning sing-song between gasps. “Mmm yes yes—just like thatttt~ feels too fucking gooddd~”

He groaned, sucking her nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing. “Fuck, Ahyeon—you’re gonna make me cum like this.”

She smirked through her moans, grinding harder, her pussy milking him. “Good. Do it. Bet you can’t last if I fuck you back.”

Her orgasm ripped through her, squirting across his thighs as she moaned into his mouth, kissing him filthy. Her thighs were still trembling, her pussy swollen and dripping, when he slid back inside her slow. This time there was no pounding, no desk rattling, no sharp smack of skin.

Just deep, slow thrusts. His cock dragging along her soaked walls, pressing every spot, filling her until her toes curled.

She clung to him, sweaty palms sliding down his back, nails grazing. Their foreheads touched, lips brushing, moans slipping out between breaths.

“Fucking brat,” he muttered, grinding deeper, making her gasp.

She smirked through her moans, chest rising and falling. “Jerk… you’re just mad I made you cum so fast earlier.”

He kissed her hard, biting her lip, muffling her laugh. “Still came inside this tight little pussy. Bet you’ll be dripping me all week.”

Her giggle cracked into a moan, her hips rolling up to meet him. “Mmm—maybe I’ll let you. Better than peanut butter.”

His thrusts grew slower, deeper, each one deliberate, each one pulling a louder cry from her. Their eyes locked, both of them trying to hold the upper hand, both of them losing it with every moan.

“Say it,” he whispered, hips grinding. “Say you love this.”

Ahyeon tilted her head back, biting her lip, her bratty smile breaking into a cry. “F-fuck—you’re such a jerk—ahhh—”

Her pussy clenched hard around him, soaking his cock as her orgasm ripped through her, squirting weakly against his thighs. He groaned, pumping harder, until his cock pulsed deep inside her, spilling hot, thick cum into her womb.

They both shook, cumming together, her nails digging crescent moons into his skin as he groaned into her mouth.

He pulled out slow, his cum spilling from her pussy onto the floor. Ahyeon collapsed on her back, hair wild around her face, tits rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath.

But he wasn’t done.

He straddled her chest, cock slick with their mess, hovering over her lips. She pouted up at him, bratty even now. “Seriously? After all that? You’re disgusting.”

He smirked, tapping his cock against her cheek. “And you’re still gonna clean me.”

Her eyes rolled, but she opened her mouth anyway, taking him in slow, licking his length like candy.

Her hands slid to her tits, squeezing them together, teasing him with the sight of her body as she sucked. Her nipples were stiff, her chest glistening with sweat, her bratty little moans humming around his cock.

He groaned, looking down at her naked body, spread out on the dirty classroom floor, tits squeezed and bouncing as she serviced him.

“Fuck, Ahyeon. You’re such a dirty brat.”

She pulled off just long enough to smirk up at him, lips shiny with spit. “Maybe. But you’re still the jerk who fell for it.”

“C’mon,” he teased. “Prove me wrong. Or admit I’m right—idol or not, you’re just a girl who can’t handle a real man.”

Her pride snapped. She shot him a glare so hot it could’ve burned the desk. “Five minutes, huh? Fine. Don’t choke when you lose.”

He leaned back, unzipping his pants, his cock springing free half-hard. “Clock starts when you start.”

Ahyeon knelt, muttering under her breath. “I cannot believe I’m doing this for my group’s name…” She wrapped her hand around him, stroking slow, her pout deepening. “You’re gross.”

“Yet here you are,” he mocked, groaning as her tongue slid along the underside. “Idol Ahyeon, on her knees.”

She narrowed her eyes, sucking his tip with a sharp pop. “Shut up. I’m only doing this so you’ll stop running your mouth.”

Her lips slid down his shaft, cheeks hollowing, spit glistening as she pulled back with a wet slurp. His groan slipped out, and she smirked against him. “Mmm. Thought I wasn’t hot?”

“Fuck…” He chuckled between moans. “Still not hot. Just—goddamn—good at this.”

She bobbed faster, hand stroking his base, spit dripping onto his balls. Then, with a mischievous glance up at him, she pulled off, spitting into her cleavage and pressing his cock between her tits.

“Not hot, huh?” she teased, bouncing her chest, his shaft sliding between her perky tits slick with spit. “Say it again.”

He groaned louder, gripping the desk for balance. “Shit—you’re still average. Just… filthy for an idol.”

Ahyeon giggled around him as she leaned in, sucking the head while squeezing her tits tighter. “Filthy’s better than boring.”

He was shaking now, his cock twitching as she switched moves—one moment titfucking, the next swirling her tongue around his tip, the next licking slowly from his balls to his head, moaning exaggeratedly just to mock him.

“Tick-tock,” she teased between licks. “Five minutes, right? Already sweating, oppa.”

His head fell back, groaning, “Fuckkk, Ahyeon—you’re insane—”

“Mm, say it louder,” she purred, sucking hard on his tip before shoving him deep down her throat until she gagged. She pulled off, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock. “Say my group’s worthless again, I dare you.”

He lasted seconds more before his cock jerked in her hands. With a final moan, he spilled across her face and uniform, white streaks staining her cheeks, lips, and collar.

Ahyeon sat back, wiping cum from her lashes, glaring up at him with a playful pout. “You’re disgusting.”

He grinned down at her, panting. “Yeah? You still swallowed half.”

She flicked cum off her shirt, scrunching her nose. “Gross. Bet I still looked hot doing it though.”

He smirked, cock still twitching. “Hot enough to win the bet.”

Ahyeon stood, tugging down her ruined uniform top, cum still streaked across her cheek. She should’ve stormed out and left him panting in the detention room. She should’ve pretended none of it happened.

But she didn’t.

Instead, she smirked, lifted her skirt, and hooked her thumbs under her panties, dragging them down slow until the damp strip of cotton clung to her thighs. She stepped out of them, tossed them on his desk, and spread her legs just enough to make him swallow hard.

Her pussy glistened, wet from the blowjob she swore she hated giving.

“Your turn,” she said, voice low but smug. “Fair’s fair.”

He blinked, stunned. “Wait—you’re serious?”

She tilted her head, hands on her hips, eyes sharp but playful. “I just let you cum all over my face, oppa. You think I’m leaving here without getting mine?”

He laughed nervously, cock twitching even though he’d just emptied himself. “You’re crazy.”

“Crazy hot,” she corrected, stepping between his legs. She planted a knee on the desk and leaned in, grabbing a fistful of his hair to pull his head back. “Eat. Or I tell everyone an idol sucked you off in detention.”

His smirk faltered. “That’s blackmail.”

“That’s femdom,” she shot back, pressing her soaked pussy against his lips.

At first he resisted, lips tight, but she ground against him with a sharp roll of her hips, smearing wetness across his mouth. “Don’t make me say it again. I want your tongue.”

Finally, his lips parted. His tongue flicked tentatively against her slit.

Ahyeon moaned softly, eyes fluttering shut, thighs squeezing his head. “Mmm, that’s better. Good boy. Keep going.”

She rolled her hips, riding his face, one hand tangled in his hair, the other squeezing her own tit through her bra. Every lick made her wetter, dripping down his chin onto his collar.

He groaned against her, muffled, and she laughed breathlessly. “Oh, don’t act like you don’t love it. You called me average, remember? Not so average now, huh?”

Her moans grew louder, shameless, bouncing against the empty classroom walls. “Ahhh—fuck, right there—yes, oppa, eat it like you mean it—”

She pressed down harder, grinding against his mouth, using him like a toy. Her clit rubbed his tongue with every motion, her pussy trembling.

Then she yanked his hair back, panting, sweat shining on her chest. “Lick my ass too. Or are you too scared?”

His eyes widened, but she only smirked, pushing back until his tongue traced lower. She moaned wickedly, rocking against his face. “That’s it. Bet you didn’t think detention would end like this.”

At first he resisted, lips tight, but she ground against him with a sharp roll of her hips, smearing wetness across his mouth. “Don’t make me say it again. I want your tongue.”

Finally, his lips parted. His tongue flicked tentatively against her slit.

Ahyeon moaned softly, eyes fluttering shut, thighs squeezing his head. “Mmm, that’s better. Good boy. Keep going.”

She rolled her hips, riding his face, one hand tangled in his hair, the other squeezing her own tit through her bra. Every lick made her wetter, dripping down his chin onto his collar.

He groaned against her, muffled, and she laughed breathlessly. “Oh, don’t act like you don’t love it. You called me average, remember? Not so average now, huh?”

Her moans grew louder, shameless, bouncing against the empty classroom walls. “Ahhh—fuck, right there—yes, oppa, eat it like you mean it—”

She pressed down harder, grinding against his mouth, using him like a toy. Her clit rubbed his tongue with every motion, her pussy trembling.

Then she yanked his hair back, panting, sweat shining on her chest. “Lick my ass too. Or are you too scared?”

His eyes widened, but she only smirked, pushing back until his tongue traced lower. She moaned wickedly, rocking against his face. “That’s it. Bet you didn’t think detention would end like this.”

Her thighs shook, pussy clenching. She leaned back, riding his tongue shamelessly, words tumbling out between moans. “Ahhh—fuck, I’m gonna cum—keep going, don’t stop—ahhh oppa, eat it alllll~”

Her orgasm hit hard, squirting against his lips, soaking his chin and shirt. She collapsed forward, hands braced on his shoulders, panting, sweat-damp hair sticking to her cheeks.

She looked down at him, his face dripping with her slick. “Guess I’m hotter than average after all.”

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, dazed. “You’re insane.”

Ahyeon was still catching her breath, still smirking through the aftershocks of her orgasm, when he stood. His shadow loomed over her, his cock heavy, flushed, still slick from her spit.

She looked up at him with that bratty grin, cheeks flushed, hair sticking to her face. “What, detention boy? You gonna just stand there with that thing wagging at me?”

He grinned, sliding his cock against her pussy through her skirt, teasing the wet fabric until she gasped. Her smirk faltered, eyes locking with his.

Neither spoke.

And then he shoved her skirt up, pushed her panties aside, and slid in.

Her back slammed against the desk, papers scattering. She yelped, legs flying up as he drove into her with a single thrust.

“Ahhh—fuckkkk!” she cried, clutching the edge of the desk as his cock split her fresh pussy, walls squeezing tight around him.

He groaned, bending over her, face inches from hers. “Knew you were dripping for this.”

Her nails scratched his shoulders, her bratty smirk cracking into shameless moans. “N-nooo—you’re just—ahhh—fucking roughhh~”

Every thrust made the desk squeal across the floor. Her tits bounced under her uniform blouse, buttons straining until one popped, flashing the swell of her bra. He bent, biting her nipple through the fabric, making her squeal.

“Louder,” he growled, pounding harder.

She arched her back, her voice breaking, shameless now. “Ahhh—fuckkk oppaaa—yes yes yes—”

He dragged her up, spinning her to the chalkboard, pressing her tits against the cold surface. Chalk dust smeared her cheek as his cock slid back inside from behind.

She moaned into the wall, palms flat against it, ass slapping against his hips. “Godddd—it’s so dirty—detention’s not for thisss~”

“Sure it is,” he mocked, pounding her harder, pulling her hair back to make her arch. “Detention’s for teaching brats their place.”

Her eyes rolled, spit dripping down her chin as her cries echoed. “I-I’m nottt—a brattt—ahhh—”

Her pussy clenched around him, wetter with every thrust, juices dripping down her thighs. He slapped her ass, watching it ripple against the board.

“You’re dripping like you love it,” he hissed, fucking harder.

“Shut uppp—fuckkkk—you’re making me—ahhhhhh~” She squirted weakly against the wall, her body betraying her, sliding down the chalk-dusted surface.

He caught her before she collapsed, dropping into a chair and pulling her onto his lap. She straddled him, his cock sliding in deep, filling her to the hilt.

Her eyes went wide, lips trembling. “Ohhh—fuckkk—it’s so deep sitting like thisss~”

Her tits spilled as he ripped her blouse open, her bra askew. She covered her chest instinctively, but he yanked her arms away.

“Don’t hide. Ride me.”

She whimpered, rocking her hips slowly at first, grinding her clit against his pelvis. Then faster, bouncing in his lap, tits slapping against his chest.

Her moans were shameless now, her bratty voice turning sing-song between gasps. “Mmm yes yes—just like thatttt~ feels too fucking gooddd~”

He groaned, sucking her nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing. “Fuck, Ahyeon—you’re gonna make me cum like this.”

She smirked through her moans, grinding harder, her pussy milking him. “Good. Do it. Bet you can’t last if I fuck you back.”

Her orgasm ripped through her, squirting across his thighs as she moaned into his mouth, kissing him filthy. Her thighs were still trembling, her pussy swollen and dripping, when he slid back inside her slow. This time there was no pounding, no desk rattling, no sharp smack of skin.

Just deep, slow thrusts. His cock dragging along her soaked walls, pressing every spot, filling her until her toes curled.

She clung to him, sweaty palms sliding down his back, nails grazing. Their foreheads touched, lips brushing, moans slipping out between breaths.

“Fucking brat,” he muttered, grinding deeper, making her gasp.

She smirked through her moans, chest rising and falling. “Jerk… you’re just mad I made you cum so fast earlier.”

He kissed her hard, biting her lip, muffling her laugh. “Still came inside this tight little pussy. Bet you’ll be dripping me all week.”

Her giggle cracked into a moan, her hips rolling up to meet him. “Mmm—maybe I’ll let you. Better than peanut butter.”

His thrusts grew slower, deeper, each one deliberate, each one pulling a louder cry from her. Their eyes locked, both of them trying to hold the upper hand, both of them losing it with every moan.

“Say it,” he whispered, hips grinding. “Say you love this.”

Ahyeon tilted her head back, biting her lip, her bratty smile breaking into a cry. “F-fuck—you’re such a jerk—ahhh—”

Her pussy clenched hard around him, soaking his cock as her orgasm ripped through her, squirting weakly against his thighs. He groaned, pumping harder, until his cock pulsed deep inside her, spilling hot, thick cum into her womb.

They both shook, cumming together, her nails digging crescent moons into his skin as he groaned into her mouth.

He pulled out slow, his cum spilling from her pussy onto the floor. Ahyeon collapsed on her back, hair wild around her face, tits rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath.

But he wasn’t done.

He straddled her chest, cock slick with their mess, hovering over her lips. She pouted up at him, bratty even now. “Seriously? After all that? You’re disgusting.”

He smirked, tapping his cock against her cheek. “And you’re still gonna clean me.”

Her eyes rolled, but she opened her mouth anyway, taking him in slow, licking his length like candy.

Her hands slid to her tits, squeezing them together, teasing him with the sight of her body as she sucked. Her nipples were stiff, her chest glistening with sweat, her bratty little moans humming around his cock.

He groaned, looking down at her naked body, spread out on the dirty classroom floor, tits squeezed and bouncing as she serviced him.

“Fuck, Ahyeon. You’re such a dirty brat.”

She pulled off just long enough to smirk up at him, lips shiny with spit. “Maybe. But you’re still the jerk who fell for it.”

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The overcast skies reminded you of many things. None of them exactly pleasant.

London immediately came to your mind—as gray and gloomy as you remembered it. It was your birthplace, your upbringing, and the place where you earned both your law degree and your master's in criminal law. Yet, your prodigious talent had also earned you more enemies than you desired, of the most dangerous kind.

Aside from that, you remembered, of course, the day you landed there in Seoul for the first time. A different continent, a different culture, a different language. An escape from all the shit you'd left behind in the UK. Of all the options you considered at the time it was the least practical, that was true, but at the same time the safest. None of those Bellerose bastards could touch you there.

Or so you hoped.

A deep breath filled your lungs as you looked out at the vibrant streets of Itaewon, standing by the window with your hands clasped behind your back. The diffuse light of the gray day filtered through the large windows of the main conference room at Trinity Legal, a law firm housed in a modern, multi-story building nestled among the luxurious bars and restaurants.

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and paper permeated the air, and in the distance you could hear the murmur of voices and footsteps in the firm's always busy, bustling hallways. That day, however, the conference room was unusually quiet. The team wasn't complete.

The sound of the conference room door opening behind you made you turn and face your colleagues: Jang Wonyoung, senior attorney, sitting cross-legged in front of an open laptop; to her right, Anna Tanaka, an intern, with an open folder on the table and a pen between her fingers; Enami Asa, the legal assistant, standing next to a stack of documents in a corner, and the one who had just entered, Jeon Heejin, senior attorney and second-in-command.

"Oh, you finally decided to grace us with your presence," Wonyoung remarked, closing her laptop and pushing up her glasses. "Where is everyone?"

Heejin took a couple of steps forward and placed the tablet she was carrying on her chest on the long rectangular table, her tight suit highlighting her fit figure and her eyes evoking a mixture of authority and more than justified fatigue. She scanned all of you with a penetrating gaze over her glasses.

"Kyungsoo and Baekhyun left an hour ago with a box of files," Asa interjected from her corner, meticulously organizing folders. "They mentioned it was urgent, which must explain why it's just us today."

"Perhaps they went to court?" you mused from the window, arms crossed. "I can't recall if Eunbi's second trial was scheduled for today or tomorrow."

"No more speculation, please," Heejin said with her contrasting deep voice, settling gracefully into her seat. She interwove her fingers and rested her elbows on the table. "The others are busy. It’s just the five of us today, and that should be enough." She picked up her tablet, turned it on, and set it horizontally on its stand. "It's been an exhausting year, and we need to get things in order."

Wonyoung snorted.

"Exhausting doesn't even cover it," she said, tapping her fingers on the closed laptop. "Deadlines really bring out the worst in me. Last month I was completely swamped with those darn SK Group contracts."

"That case was a mess because of the sloppy records," you added, leaning back in your chair with a hand resting on the table. "I did my best to sort them out, but we really need to step up our evidence organization."

Anna, normally quite reserved but polite, raised her hand with her pen before speaking.

"Oh, well," she said, putting her pen down. "When I got in today, I was updating the records by date in the folders. But honestly, I still think we really need a new system, because the way I'm doing it now is pretty old-school."

Heejin, still staring at her tablet, nodded and frowned as she read something.

"That'll do for now," she said. "Wonyoung-ah, anything else to add?"

"Not much," Wonyoung said, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow, a bit of a snooty look that was typical for her. "We gotta go over and organize these pending files before they stack up again."

Heejin looked at you.

"I'm with her on that," you said. "I don't have anything else to add, except that we need to get a company in to build us a decent system."

"We'll talk about that later." Heejin stood up, tossing her long, wavy silver hair back. "Well, there’s no real reason for us to be here alone. Let's get to my office, come on."

Heejin grabbed her tablet and walked to the door, where she waited for yall to gather your things and follow her.

Heejin's office shone with its intimate and orderly feel, a complete contrast to the conference room and the other offices—including yours. The walls were lined with dark, varnished wood shelves, filled with books and knickknacks, and right in the center was a glass table that reflected the light from the white ceiling lamp. The faint scent of rain drifted in, as Heejin always kept one of her windows ajar.

Heejin sat in her stern black leather chair, facing her Mac and a steaming cup of coffee she had just poured. You were seated in one of the two chairs opposite her, legs crossed, while Wonyoung sat to your right, placing her laptop on Heejin's table with a thud. Anna chose the couch by the window, and Asa stood between you and Wonyoung.

"Sure you don't wanna sit?" you asked Asa, looking back at her.

"Nah," Asa said, shaking her head with a shy laugh. "I'm good standing."

You shrugged before turning your attention to Heejin, who was engrossed in her computer. A moment later, her gaze met yours.

"Okay, new case just landed this morning that needs someone on it," Heejin said, holding out her tablet for you to see. On the screen was a document with a passport photo. "The defendant is Park Seungmin, works at HanTech. He’s charged with theft and data breach. The prosecution is already moving, so we must be quick."

Wonyoung leaned forward with her elbows on the table as you read the document on the tablet.

"What do they have against him?" she asked. "If the prosecution has already stuck their nose in, they must have something solid."

Heejin held out her hand for you to hand over the tablet. She took it in both hands and slid a finger to her left.

"The prosecution sent the reports this morning. Emails and server access logs," she said, reading. "HanTech accuses him of leaking confidential data to LG Electronics. But the details are sketchy for now and need to be unraveled. Asa, if you would be so kind."

Asa gently put a small stack of documents on the table.

"Those are HanTech's first reports," she mentioned. "From what I could tell, the access times don't quite line up."

"Then we've got something to go on," you replied, grabbing one folder and passing another to Wonyoung without looking.

"Huh, weird, right?" Wonyoung mumbled, flipping through the papers in her folder. "Looks like someone's messing with things."

"We have to double check the sources then," you sighed. "I can take the case,, but I need full access to the logs. What's Seungmin's take on all this?"

"He swears he's innocent, but the public defender doesn't have much to back that up," Heejin said. "The case is yours, Isaac," she looked at Wonyoung. "You and Anna will be working with him. But please, if I ever find out you two are arguing again, I'll make sure Eunha puts you out of work for a month."

Wonyoung snorted under her breath and crossed her arms.

"Okay, I'll back him up," she said. "But don't expect me to keep quiet if he screws up."

"That's putting us in the dystopian scenario where I screw up," you said, picking up the entire stack of documents Asa had left to skim through them quickly. You were good at a lot of things, but modesty wasn't one of them.

"Arrogant bastard," you heard Wonyoung say under her breath.

Instead of paying attention to the projected brat, you looked at Anna and handed her one of the folders.

"Can you dig up any connections between both companies from the last six months?" you asked her, your voice steady. "That'll give us a starting point."

"I’ll work on it," Anna nodded with an enthusiastic smile.

"These reports have copies of every email HanTech provided," Asa piped in, standing between you and Wonyoung, pointing at the folders in your hand.

"Great, can you sort them by date?"

"Yeah, I think so," Asa nodded.

You then looked at Heejin. 

"What’s our timeframe, boss?" you asked, getting up.

"Two days for the initial report," she answered, typing on her computer. "Please don't let me down. Our firm has a reputation to keep up."

Wonyoung grabbed her laptop from the table, sighing. 

"Two days. What a pain."

"We've handled tougher stuff," you replied, smoothing down your suit. "Let's head to my office. See ya, boss."

"Good luck, Calloway."

You, Anna, Wonyoung, and Asa then left Heejin's office.

Your office, slightly smaller than Heejin's, was dimly lit by the grayish midday light filtering through the blinds. It featured a dark-tinted glass table, three white leather chairs, and a sofa positioned to the right. The back wall was paneled with dark wood, incorporating a double-shelf built-in.

You settled into your chair and powered on your computer. As the girls found their places – Wonyoung and Anna opposite you, and Asa choosing the sofa this time – you picked up a case folder, your eyes scanning its contents.

"Okay, Calloway," Wonyoung started, a bit impatiently, as she opened her laptop. She then unbuttoned her black blazer, showing the black vest underneath. "I'm not thrilled about taking orders from you, but where should we kick things off?"

"Hang on a sec," you said, holding up a finger as you quickly looked through a folder. After a minute, you looked up at them. "Asa, we already got those document scans by email, right? Good. First, we need to get a clear timeline together," you tapped the folder. "Anna, please organize every email and log super carefully by date and time. Highlight anything that happened outside of Seungmin's normal work hours. After that, keep digging into any potential links between LG and HanTech."

"Got it," Anna nodded, already typing on the laptop she pulled from her backpack.

"Wonyoung, I need you to work with Anna to review the metadata of the emails and look into the inconsistencies Heejin mentioned, and Asa, please verify with the IT department that we have the unfiltered logs. I never trust an accusing party's summaries. Chain of custody, everything. I'll analyze the contracts and Seungmin's background."

Two hours slipped by, the only sounds in the office the gentle drumming of rain, the rhythmic click-clack of typing, and the soft rustle of papers, as everyone quietly continued their work until two in the afternoon.

"Hey Calloway, I found something in the metadata," Wonyoung broke the silence. She spun her laptop around. "Looks like it was modified about a week ago."

You got up from your chair and went with her to read what was on the screen and check email after email. The digital signatures often didn't match, and there were signs of subsequent modifications. Someone was covering their tracks.

"Interesting..." you said to yourself. "Mark the files and send them to me so I can give them to the IT department. We'll need forensic evidence before including it in the report."

"The LG data arrived half an hour ago. I'll check for previous leaks," Anna said, looking at her own laptop. "But I have something better for you: I've already organized the logs, and it turns out there was suspicious access on the early morning of the 15th."

"Ah, just imagine," you nodded, and sat down next to her to look at her screen. "3 in the morning?"

"Outside of Seungmin's job hours," Anna nodded.

"That's a start."

"Uh, when are you planning on talking to Seungmin?" Wonyoung asked. "We need to hear his side of the story before writing certain parts of the report."

You paused before standing up and checked your watch.

"Tomorrow morning. But we need to have everything ready before we face him."

Anna sighed and leaned back on the couch, closing her eyes with a pained expression.

"We have to stay late again."

"Overtime that absolutely no one is going to pay me for," Wonyoung added, rolling her eyes. "But whatever."

"Don't be a crybaby, woman," you stood up. "You chose this job, right? Well, suck it up then."

"Fuck you," Wonyoung said quietly, returning to work.

The group dispersed around the table again. Another three hours later, you had most of your paperwork organized and ready to talk to Seungmin tomorrow, including the questions you'd prepared. Wonyoung and Anna were the first to go home, but you stayed a little longer with Asa to double-check.

"Sorry for holding you up a bit longer," you said, looking down as you jotted notes and checked dates in your notebook. Half an hour had passed since the other two left.

"No worries," Asa replied from beside you. "It's my job, Isaac. I don't get paid to complain."

"But not for working extra hours either."

Asa shrugged, taking off her glasses and hooking them on her shirt collar. Her fingers ran through her short black hair, and your eyes followed the movement. 

"I'd rather that than be out of a job," she said, and you couldn't help but notice how incredibly beautiful she was. Usually, you were too focused on work to really pay attention, but having her close by while you were alone made you notice. "Plus, you're good company."

"Am I?" You tilted your head, fingers intertwined on your desk as you looked at her.

"Yeah," Asa nodded with a small, friendly smile. "Kyungsoo and some others are pretty insufferable sometimes. You're only insufferable when you're bragging about how good you are."

"Because I am."

Asa laughed, shaking her head.

"You are," she agreed. "But that's why you argue with Wonyoung so much. You're two peas in a pod."

"She's spoiled," you objected.

"And that doesn't mean you're not carbon copies of each other."

You shrugged.

"I don't know. Maybe you're right. She's a pretty capable lawyer..."

Asa seemed to know you were going to add something else, because she trailed off and raised an eyebrow.

"But not better than me," you concluded.

Asa clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes, annoyed.

"Nan da yo..." she said in Japanese, a language you knew nothing about because you'd barely learned Korean.

"Alright, alright, just kidding," you had to say. "Maybe we're on the same level."

"Aha," Asa looked back at the folders, hiding a smile.

"She just needs to stop being such a brat sometimes," you continued. "And learn to deal with difficult clients."

"It's part of her charm. If you take that away, she wouldn't be her anymore, you know?" Asa looked at you, crossing her arms on the table. "Just like if you take away your conceit, you're no longer you."

You chuckled and closed your eyes. The bloody audacity.

"Get back to work, come on. All we need is that pile."

Asa chuckled and looked down at the folders. Together you reviewed everything in less than 15 minutes, and after finishing, you each left the building and headed home.

"Want to hurry up, Calloway?" Wonyoung asked, arms crossed. Her foot tapped impatiently.

"Give me a damn moment, woman," you snapped, gathering up the documents scattered on your office desk, feeling the weight of responsibility fall on your shoulders. Seungmin had been waiting for twenty minutes outside, but you'd suffered a minor setback regarding some documents the IT department had sent back to you after review.

Your office door opened. Asa peeked out to look at you.

"Isaac, you should hurry up," she said.

You groaned under your breath and forced yourself to pick up an unorganized folder and add it to the pile under your arm. It's a good thing Anna was quietly helping you and not rushing you.

"Very well," you stood up and adjusted both your suit jacket and tie. "Send him in."

Asa stepped out, left the door ajar, and shortly after opened it again. Behind her came a short man with long, slicked-back hair and dressed in work clothes, the HanTech uniform. He entered, bowing politely to you, Wonyoung, and Anna, in a silence you interpreted as nervousness.

"Good morning, Mr. Park, I'm Isaac Calloway, the attorney handling your case." You smiled softly and offered him your hand. He shook it and bowed again. "Please sit. Would you like some coffee, anything? No? Okay."

Seungmin took the chair right in front of your desk. Wonyoung and Anna sat on either side of you, while Asa stood to one side of the door.

"Okay, Seungmin," you sat down and crossed your fingers on your desk, leaning forward. "I need you to explain to me from the beginning what happened to that data. Don't leave anything out, please."

The man looked down at his fingers, playing with them. His foot tapped the floor like Wonyoung's had a minute ago.

"Sir, I… I don't know how I ended up in this situation," Seungmin stammered, his voice breaking. "I swear I didn't touch a thing! Someone must have used my credentials without my knowledge."

You nodded and took a moment of silence to consider your words. That fit with the small investigation you and the team had put together. The emails had been tampered with; the IT team had confirmed this to you. Everything pointed to a well-organized setup.

"Tell me more about how you used the server," you finally continued. "Who else had access to your account or knew your passwords?"

"I work late almost every night, sometimes until two in the morning," Seungmin replied, fidgeting with his hands. "Kim Jihoon, my assistant, used my computer for routine updates. But I never gave him permission to touch sensitive data! And I manually introduced my credentials!" He finally looked up at you, but looked down again almost immediately, embarrassed. "Fuck... I should have been more careful."

"Kim Jihoon, you say?" You raised both eyebrows. Seungmin nodded. You looked at Anna. "Miss Tanaka, check if there are any logs of him accessing the system and compare them with the official times," you said, your mind already recording the name as a potential line of defense. Anna just nodded.

You fell silent again as Asa raised a finger, signaling you to wait while she quickly flipped through a folder. After a minute, she pulled out a sheet of paper and brought it to your desk.

"This is part of the contracts HanTech makes its employees sign," Asa pointed to a line. "There's a security clause here that states only the IT manager can touch the servers outside of working hours."

You took a moment to read the security clauses one by one, just in case, but stuck with what Asa had indicated. You still discussed it with Wonyoung in a low voice for a couple of minutes before speaking to your client.

"Okay, Seungmin," you looked back at the man. "If Kim Jihoon—if it was really him—violated this clause, we have a solid case against him and one in your defense. Only, of course, if we can prove it."

Seungmin sighed in relief and finally looked up, a spark of hope in his eyes.

"So maybe they blame him, not me?" he asked.

"Yeah, but like I said, it would need to be proven," you emphasized. "It's not that simple, buddy. Because if he's found to be uninvolved, we'll need to beef up your defense. What's clear is that, if you're being honest with me, he's currently our best bet."

"Of course I'm being honest with you, man!" Seungmin squealed, rising slightly from his chair, his eyes fixed on you.

You remained calm, silently holding his gaze until he calmed and sat back down.

"When was the last time you checked your email?" you asked.

"The early morning of the 15th before turning off the computer," Seungmin replied, crossing his arms. "Everything was fine. Someone snuck in afterward, I'm sure."

"Did you see anyone near your office that night? Was Jihoon with you?"

"Jihoon had already gone home, and no, I didn't see anyone else," Seungmin shook his head.

Before you could say anything else, Anna patted your arm to get your attention. She handed you three sheets of paper.

"The logs for the 15th show an access at 3:03 AM," she said, pointing to the line. "What he says matches what we found."

You took the sheets of paper and looked through the logs.

"Were you in the office at that time, Seungmin?" you asked without looking at him.

"No, I was at home," he replied. "I can get you the footage from my security system."

You tucked one sheet of paper under the other as you continued reading through the records from that day, making sure you didn't miss anything.

"Do you think you can bring them tomorrow?"

"Yeah, yeah,, of course."

You looked up and to your left as Wonyoung turned her laptop toward you.

"According to the metadata the IT team sent back, the emails show signs of having been altered after that time," she said. "It fits with what he says."

A small sense of relief washed over you as you crossed your arms and leaned back in your chair, taking a deep breath. That gave you confidence that you could win the case, but you had to be cautious. Life had taught you several times before that rushing things leads to unwanted results.

"Send copies of the metadata to my email to include in the report, Miss Jang," you ordered after a minute of silence.

Wonyoung turned the laptop back toward herself.

"On it."

"Seungmin," you looked at him. "Make sure you bring those recordings first thing tomorrow morning, okay? Bring them unedited, and keep a safe copy for yourself as well; we'll need to prove they weren't tampered with."

"Y-Yes!" he nodded quickly.

"And, Miss Enami," you directed your gaze past Seungmin towards Asa. "Please prepare a formal request to HanTech for the surveillance recordings from the evening of the 14th and the early hours of the 15th. Stipulate that the footage is to be delivered to the firm via USB drive no later than tomorrow morning."

"Understood," Asa nodded. "I'll give it to you in an hour for your review."

You looked back at Seungmin and stood up. He followed suit.

"That will be all for today, Mr. Park," you said, shaking his hand. "Thank you for your time and patience. Make sure you bring everything tomorrow, okay?" You raised a finger. "It's crucially important. And please keep it confidential: don't talk to anyone about the case."

"Yes, Mr. Calloway," Seungmin nodded. "You think... that this will get me out of trouble, don't you?"

"We'll do everything in our power to achieve it," you nodded and gave a small smile. "But let's take it one step at a time. Miss Enami, please escort him out."

Asa opened the door as Seungmin also said goodbye to Anna and Wonyoung. Seconds later, he left your office, leaving you alone with them.

"Well, that went pretty smoothly," you said, leaning back, arms crossed. "Looks like we're on the right track."

"Do you really think Kim Jihoon's the one and Seungmin's just being set up?" Wonyoung asked. "I don't think it'll be that simple."

"So far, all signs point to him," you shrugged. "But without the camera footage, we can't be sure. We need to be ready for tomorrow."

"And what about the IT manager?" Anna chimed in.

You and Wonyoung looked at each other, then at Anna.

"Why is the IT manager relevant?" Wonyoung asked.

"The contract says the IT manager is the only one who can access systems after hours," Anna explained. "I'm not saying he's involved, but he's someone we should look into."

"She's got a point," you agreed. "But we're stuck until we get those security recordings."

"Assuming they even show up," Wonyoung added. "If they don't it’s gonna be more difficult to find a good defense."

"We'll see. For now, let's pull our findings together and double-check everything for the report."

With the deadline for the preliminary report looming, you scattered to your respective locations and got to work. Asa returned a short time later, already with a copy of the request he had sent to HanTech for you to include in your personal report, and joined the team.

You were meticulous to the point of obsession with your work. Discipline and precision weren't optional virtues, but the foundation on which you had built your career. You knew how to tune out everything that happened outside your office, no matter the magnitude, in order to stay focused on every detail of the case. It was your way of working: no compromises, no distractions, with the sole objective of achieving the right result.

However, that afternoon your head was begging for some air.

"Ladies, drinks anyone?" you offered, standing up and stretching your arms. Work was done for the day, so a little treat was in order. "My treat."

Anna grimaced.

"Sounds good, but I'll pass. Heejin needs me for something after we leave."

"And my office is a total mess, so I'm out too," Wonyoung added. "Just don't come with a hangover tomorrow, okay?"

"I said a drink, not getting wasted," you turned to Asa, who was watching you calmly. "What about you? You've been typing and sorting paperwork all day."

Asa put her notebook aside and took a deep breath before sighing.

"I guess it wouldn't hurt," she said, grabbing her wool jacket from the armrest of your couch. "And it won't cost me anything, even better."

"Awesome!" You turned to Wonyoung and Anna. "Let's head out then. I'll lock up the office."

The two girls got up and gathered their things from your desk. Together, you all left the office.

"If I see dark circles under your eyes tomorrow, I'll kill you. You know that, right?" Wonyoung threatened from behind you as you locked the door.

You turned to her with a serene look and a smirk.

"I know what I'm doing, woman. I've never let you down, have I?"

Wonyoung seemed to want to refute that, but remained silent, finding nothing to say. Then she rolled her eyes, turned around with a toss of her silky hair, and walked down the hallway.

"Oh, I think she's mad," Anna said, following the tall girl with her eyes.

You exchanged an amused glance with Asa.

"I told you. A brat."

Asa, reserved, just giggled.

"Shall I walk you out?" Anna asked with a friendly smile. "I have a thirty-minute break before I have to go to Heejin's office."

"Sure, let's go."

Anna took the time to walk you and Asa down to the ground floor of the building, where she said goodbye with an infectious energy that shouldn't have been possible with the workload you'd had since yesterday, but that only a person like her could pull off. The only thing you could hope for was for her to be able to stay at the firm after her internship ended; it was always nice to have someone like that on the team.

On the other hand, Asa and you weren't exactly the best of friends, nor did you tend to talk much during work. However, you managed to keep the car ride from becoming awkward. The conversations were related to work and people at the firm in general, but it was better than the usual silence that could exist between two people who weren't that close to each other.

The bar you chose was one you frequented in Itaewon itself, small and cozy, with a capacity for no more than 20 people. You and Asa sat at a table in the back, where you ordered a bottle of soju and two small glasses along with a bowl of chips. That day, there were no more than a dozen customers there, so the music and murmurs were low.

Asa was the first to pour herself some soju, looking at you curiously.

You leaned your elbows on the table and frowned at her.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Asa shook her head slightly and smirked.

"Nothing, it's just weird seeing you out of the office," she replied calmly, sliding the bottle of soju across the table toward you. "What do you think about the case so far? Things are looking promising."

“Yes, but without the security footage, we can't go much further,” you replied, pouring yourself some soju. “If a digital expert certifies that those recordings from Seungmin's apartment are authentic, we'll be able to completely dismantle the accusation. The prosecutor would have little reason to pursue the case; no one can be in two places at once.”

Asa nodded and downed the soju from her small glass in one gulp, placing it on the table with a light tap. You did the same, letting the sweet liquor flow smoothly down your throat.

“The prosecution would look foolish; it's a very silly way to have your case dismantled. So let's hope so.” Asa picked up the bottle of soju and poured herself more. “But anyway, let's put that aside for now. How did you get started in law? I've always been curious.”

You slid your glass over so Asa could pour you more soju and paused, staring into space. Memories immediately flooded back to you. A poor 16-year-old bastard who didn't know what he wanted to do with his life and definitely didn't know what he was going to get himself into as the years went by.

Maybe if he'd known, he would have saved himself a lot of trouble.

"My brother and I went to a family friend's small trial. I was barely a teenager," you took the glass of soju Asa had just refilled and brought it to your side of the table. "I remember being so fascinated by how the defense attorney argued his case with a single argument that I couldn't help but want to feel like him."

"And what's that like?" Asa asked, tilting his head. "How you wanted to feel, I mean."

"Powerful," you replied without hesitation. "Triumphant. To this day, the feeling still fills me."

"I see," Asa raised both arms to the table and leaned forward slightly, resting her chin on her palm, her gaze genuine and attentive. "And then?"

You shrugged.

"And then I told my parents I wanted to study law," you said. "There's nothing else interesting about it. Parents usually make a fuss when their children want to study psychology, or something related to art. Not law."

Asa watched you as you downed the small glass of soju in one gulp. You placed it in the middle of the table, between you and her.

"And what about you?" you inquired. "You must have had a good reason for leaving Japan so young."

Asa chuckled and looked away. Her face suddenly seemed to glow with nostalgia.

"My father was a well-known local merchant in Kobe, but he wasn't very good with words."

"So he used you."

Asa nodded with a small smile on her face. It was clear she remembered the time fondly.

"I did turn out to be pretty good with words," she said. "And eventually, I started closing deals for him on my own."

"How did you connect that with law?"

"Well, after that, Mom said I'd be a great lawyer if I put my mind to it and to work hard on my grades, which I did," Asa pointed out. "But they didn't offer scholarships in Japan then, so I applied here in South Korea."

"And here you are," you smiled.

"And here I am," Asa nodded. "Scared to death because I have to take my bar exam next year if I want to be a real lawyer."

"You're already graduated, right?" you asked, waiting for her to down the soju before refilling your glass and hers.

"Of course," Asa replied, picking up the glass and bringing it to her lips. "No way would I be working while studying."

You laughed and followed her with your eyes as she took a shot of soju.

"Well, it would be great to have another colleague at the firm," you said. "And if you need good references for your resume, believe me, you have my support."

Asa lowered her glass and looked you in the eye with a small smile.

"I appreciate it, Isaac," she bowed her head slightly. "A toast?"

"Sure."

Asa refilled her glass. You both raised yours, clinked them, and downed the entire shot.

The conversation faded into a comfortable silence, with only the clinking of glasses and the music in the background. After a while, when the bottle of soju was half-empty and the bowl of chips was already empty, Asa stared at you, not saying a word. You looked back at her and wrinkled your forehead.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" you asked. "We're not in the office for you to look at me like a compulsive analyzer. You make me nervous."

Asa smiled faintly and leaned across the table a little.

"What if I told you I like to make you nervous?"

The sentence floated between you for a few seconds. There was something about the way she said that that made you think the professional barrier had collapsed.

"Well, congratulations," you said dryly. "Because you're getting it."

"I should chalk that up as a professional achievement, then. One doesn't often make you lose your composure."

You chuckled and looked down at your glass.

"I haven't lost my composure, Enami, it's just..."

Asa raised an eyebrow.

"It's just what?"

"I just didn't expect you to say something like that out of the blue," you looked up. "Should I remind you that up until a few hours ago, you called me Mr. Calloway and spoke to me as your superior?"

Asa let out a low chuckle.

"Oh, so you're telling me you don't know how to react when you're not Isaac Calloway, the almighty lawyer?"

"It's certainly harder," you acknowledged.

"Well, you should get used to it," Asa tilted her head. "No one's going to call you Mr. Calloway here. We're not in Trinity."

"Oh, really?" You looked around, leaning your elbow on the back of the seat to also see behind you. Asa laughed. "I hadn't noticed."

"Very funny."

"Although, well, I'd say it's even more complicated for me to deal with you outside the office."

"Complicated? Woah, I certainly didn't expect that."

"Complicated in a good way," you clarified, turning the glass between your fingers. "It's different when you're not my paralegal. The hierarchy disappears. And... that changes the rules."

Asa giggled and let the sentence hang in the air for a few seconds.

"Maybe we should change the rules more often, then," she murmured finally.

You raised an eyebrow.

"Are you flirting with me, Miss Enami?"

Asa shrugged, staring at you.

"Maybe."

"Well, if we win this case, which is quite likely, we could try it," you said, settling back in your seat. "Somewhere more... quieter than this, let's say."

"Your office?"

You were momentarily taken aback. That was a big leap. A bit unprofessional, you had to admit. But sometimes it didn't hurt to loosen your tie a little.

"Mmm, we'll see."

Asa's lips curved into a small smile as she held your gaze, until a notification on her phone pulled her attention away.

"Oh, if you'll excuse me," Asa pulled her phone out of her handbag to read what had come in. "Shit, I gotta go."

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah yeah," Asa put her phone back. "I'm just meeting a friend in Japan for a video call in a bit."

"Oh, no problem. I can drive you, if you want."

Asa shook her head.

"No need to. I live a bit far from here," she smiled. "I'll take a taxi."

You shrugged.

"As you wish, then. Let me at least pay the bill and walk you out."

Asa smiled and nodded.

"Okay, let's go."

Asa and you got up from the leather seats and went to the register together. After paying the bill, you walked outside together.

Fresh air hit your face as you stepped onto the busy street. It was already nighttime, so the flow of people had increased compared to when you arrived. You had to walk through numerous groups gathered outside the various bars, entertainment venues, and clubs until you reached the main road, where your car was parked.

Asa called her taxi, which arrived five minutes later.

"Well, thanks for the invitation today, Isaac," Asa said, turning to you with her hands clasped in front of her.. "It was fun spending time outside the office with you."

"I can say the same," you bowed your head for a few seconds. "Your company was more than pleasant."

Asa took a couple of steps toward you, stood on her tiptoes, and leaned close to your ear.

"Then make sure you win that case so you can enjoy it a little more." She patted your chest and stepped away to walk toward the waiting car. "See you tomorrow, Calloway."

You smiled and dug your hands in your pockets.

"I'll do my best," you replied, watching her climb into the backseat of the taxi. "See you later, Miss Enami."

Asa looked at you, gave you one last smile, and closed the door. Then the car started moving.

You stood there, took out a cigarette, and lit it. Barely taking the first puff, your gaze was lost among the neon signs that had once captivated you when you were just a newcomer. They used to be fascinating to you. Something you'd never even remotely seen in London, at least not to that extent. Now they were just your everyday life. Sometimes you even loathed them; they weren't in keeping with the rotten society that had built them.

A couple of puffs later, you thought of Asa. Had she actually actively flirted with me? you thought. Just a few hours ago your relationship had been based entirely on professional matters, and even in the office, you weren't that jovial with each other. Of course, well, you weren't very jovial with almost anyone, only with one person in particular. But that also led you to think that you really didn't have any friends.

You were somewhat... lonely.

It wasn't by choice, it should be noted. Arriving in South Korea, settling in, and getting the job hadn't been an easy task. It had been months upon months of hard work, sweat, and tears. Many tears. There hadn't been time to truly socialize. You were rather fortunate to have your current position, with good pay, a rising reputation, and excellent colleagues.

However, you missed someone to talk to and hang out with. In three years, Asa had been the first person you'd had a drink with. That was worrying. You knew that.

Still, why weren't you doing anything to change it?

Without realizing it, you'd finished your entire cigarette and nearly burned your fingers on the butt. You threw it into a nearby puddle to put it out, returned your hands to your pants pockets, and walked to your car.

Arriving at your apartment only reinforced how empty you suddenly began to feel.

It was large, about 200 square meters, luxurious, beautiful. Dark wood on some walls, black marble in the spacious kitchen, gray sofas, and a ceramic floor. Everything was sophisticated. But there was no one there to welcome you. That was a past thing now. Not anymore.

With a heavy sigh, you took off your jacket and vest and left them both on your coat rack, leaving you in a shirt and tie. You immediately went to your personal wine cellar, took out a bottle of whiskey, and poured yourself a drink with a block of ice and sparkling water, which you enjoyed sitting on your balcony overlooking the river. After finishing it, you made dinner, took a long shower, and read for a couple of hours before going to sleep.

Dawn tinged your apartment with the grayish light of another cloudy day in Seoul. There was silence in the kitchen, broken only by the steady drip of your coffee maker. You were sitting on a stool, your suit already half-done, reading the news on your phone until it vibrated with an incoming call.

"Seungmin-ah!" You answered, your tone tired but firm. "Good news, I hope?"

"Good morning, Mr. Calloway," Seungmin replied on the other end of the line. "I just dropped off the recordings from my apartment at the front desk. They're on a USB flash drive in an envelope with your name on it."

"Understood," you said. "I'll be heading to the office in about an hour. Be available, okay?"

"Yes, sir."

Just as you'd told Seungmin, an hour and ten minutes later you were in the building that housed Trinity Legal on two of its floors.

You entered the elevator and pressed number seven. As the doors opened, you were greeted by a spacious and bright reception area, dominated by polished marble surfaces and minimalist lines. The ceiling, covered with dark wood slats, cast a warm, even light over the space, while the firm's name stood out in black steel letters on the main wall. Normally, the floor-to-ceiling windows flooded the place with natural light, but that day the gray Seoul sky filtered a dull clarity, making everything seem duller than usual.

Hinata, the eccentric receptionist, looked up when she noticed you walking toward her. Her lavender hair clashed with the rest of the place, a pop of color amidst all the gleaming white. Most places wouldn't have hired her with that look (a policy, in your opinion, absurd), but luckily for her, the three people running the place believed in meritocracy and always put job performance first. You didn't know much about her, only that she was half Korean and half Japanese and that she had rather... peculiar tastes.

"Ah, good morning, Mr. Calloway," she said, sitting behind her monitor, with the usual restraint you'd grown accustomed to. She hadn't been on the job for long; only a year. The previous receptionist had been fired for actively flirting with Mingyu, something that Eunha hadn't been too happy about. Hinata was the complete opposite. In fact, if you flirted with her, you were likely to get a professional resting bitch face. "Two packages arrived for you this morning."

"Good morning, Hinata," you said, leaning an elbow on the counter as she searched inside.

Hinata pulled two envelopes from behind the counter and placed them on the counter next to a pen. One of the envelopes was white, sealed only by creases. The other was glossy black, a more expensive material, with the HanTech logo embossed in silver.

"I need you to sign the delivery records." She reached over and took two sheets of paper from the printer tray. She placed them next to the envelopes without looking at you.

You took the pen and quickly signed both documents.

"Thank you," you said, placing the pen back on the counter and taking both envelopes, which you stuffed into your briefcase.

Ready to head up to the second floor, where your office and the other senior partners' offices were, you picked up your briefcase and turned around. But you froze when you noticed the person just coming down the stairs.

Seol Yoonah was clutching a stack of folders to her chest, a focused expression on her gorgeous face. She was wearing a very dark green sweater, along with a tight ochre-colored skirt with black and white stripes, her silky brown hair falling in soft waves. Of all the people in the firm, she was probably the only being of light (along with Anna, perhaps).

And unexpectedly, she looked up, met your eyes, and gave you a warm smile before walking toward you. She had no obligation to do so; just a nod from a distance was enough to say hello. But she was going out of her way to do it properly. It seemed trivial, but the friendliness of many people didn't even reach that level.

Suddenly, your morning, as hectic as ever, felt a little lighter.

"Good morning, Isaac," she said as she stopped a meter away from you, her voice sweet as honey. "What are you doing here? I thought you'd go straight up to your office like usual."

"Good morning, Yoonah," you greeted back, a small smile on your face. "Oh, yes. Evidence for a case," you gestured to your briefcase.

"Ah, always so busy, aren't you?" Yoonah nodded, her eyes sparkling with interest as she clutched the folders. "You should take a break once in a while. I wouldn't want to see a zombie walking around in a suit," she giggled.

You sighed.

"I try, but you know how this job is," you said, pointing at her folders. "I could say the same to you. You're always swamped with paperwork."

Yoonah laughed.

"Unfortunately, Miss Eunha likes her accounts very clear and organized, so I have no choice." Yoonah paused and tilted her head. "By the way, do you like tea?"

"Believe me, I fit most of the stereotypes about British people."

"Well, then I could bring you a cup sometime, if you'd like," Yoonah said, looking you in the eye with her chin lowered. "You seem to need it more than I do."

The offer initially took you by surprise. But then you remembered the type of person standing in front of you. She hadn't offered to go with her to get a cup of tea. No, she had offered to personally bring you a cup of tea. An angel.

"I'm tempted, yes," you laughed. "Maybe when I get off this case."

Yoonah smiled.

"I'll look forward to it then," she said. "And if you need to chat a little, my office is open during my lunch break too. I can even arrange for tea and a biscuit if you're good."

"Oh, giving me incentives now?" You smiled amusedly. "Hey, thanks for stopping by, Yoonah. I should go."

"Of course," Yoonah bowed her head and took a few steps away from you. "I hope you have a nice day, Isaac. Don't forget to eat and rest properly, okay?"

A genuine smile graced your face from ear to ear. You could count the times someone had made you smile like that over the past three years.

"I'll try," you nodded. "Have a nice day, too."

Yoonah gave you one last warm smile, lowered her gaze, and turned to continue on her way. You followed her gaze for a few seconds until she disappeared down a hallway.

"You two look cute together," a voice said behind you.

You frowned and turned toward the counter. Hinata was still staring at her monitor.

"Are you talking to me?"

Hinata glanced at you quickly over her glasses.

"You're the only person standing there, Calloway," she replied, typing. "Go away, go away. You're running late."

Your frown deepened.

"How do you know I'm...?" You sighed. "You're right. See you later."

You climbed the stairs Yoonah had used to come down a moment ago and went straight to your office. After about half an hour of answering your emails and briefly reviewing the report so far, there was a knock on your door.

"Come in!"

The door opened and Asa poked her head in.

"Good morning, Mr. Calloway," she greeted with a small smile. "The team is already waiting in the conference room."

You nodded and stood up.

"Let's go, then."

The conference room you had there on the second floor was a space longer than it was wide, dominated by browns and whites. A full wall of floor-to-ceiling windows was the first thing you saw upon entering, with small single sofas lined up in a row along its length. Adorning the center of the wall on the left was the gigantic television, embedded in a space with two wooden panels on either side. Wonyoung was sitting in one of the seats on the right side of the long rectangular table in the middle of the room, her laptop open as usual.

But she was alone.

"Where's Anna?" you asked, walking to the other side of the room, toward the television.

Wonyoung shrugged, still staring at her screen.

"I don't know."

"Oh, well," Asa said. "She’s..."

Her words were cut off when the door opened again. Heejin entered the conference room, her small but imposing figure standing under the threshold. That day, she wore a high bun with wisps of hair trailing down the front, along with black flared pants and an oversized gray coat.

And there was someone behind her. A guy who was a whole head taller than her.

Heejin took a few steps forward, placed her tablet on the table, and looked at you through her thin-framed glasses, her expression serious as ever. Choi Beomgyu, a junior criminal lawyer, followed her, carrying a black leather folder under his arm, his eyes shining with dangerous enthusiasm. He was wearing a dark gray suit with his shirt slightly unbuttoned at the neck.

"Change of plans, guys," Heejin said. "Miss Tanaka has been reassigned to another team in her area of ​​expertise." She stepped to the side. "Beomgyu will be her replacement from now on. I'm bringing the folder she'd been collecting data in. Isaac, make sure he settles in quickly."

You exchanged glances with Beomgyu. He gave you a mischievous smile. You sighed. He wasn't exactly known for being the neatest and most prudent of his class. He was more of a pain in the ass at times. He was a good kid, but sometimes he got carried away.

Wonyoung snorted from her chair and looked away, crossing her arms.

"Fuck, wasn't there another junior to assign?"

Beomgyu smiled defiantly and took a seat across the table from her, leaving the folder open on top of it. You knew from the gossip circulating that they had been a couple years ago, hence the constant tension between them. Or rather, hence Wonyoung's dislike of him. Beomgyu didn't seem to care.

"I don't care if you don't like it," Heejin snapped. "It is what it is. You're a professional. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off. The preliminary report must be on my desk by midnight. I won't tolerate delays."

Without waiting for a reply, Heejin spun on her heels and left the conference room.

The conference room fell momentarily silent.

"Anyway," you sighed and looked at Beomgyu. "Have you taken a look at the folder?"

"Enough," Beomgyu nodded. "I can catch up. What's in your briefcase, boss?"

"Oh, right," you looked down and opened your briefcase to take out both envelopes. "Security recordings. From the client's apartment and HanTech's offices."

"Are they encrypted?"

"I don't think Seungmin took the time to do that. But HanTech's are; they left the instructions in my mail, I presume. Wonyoung, may I have your laptop?"

Still clearly displeased by Beomgyu's presence, Wonyoung stood up and went to leave the laptop next to the envelopes. Asa immediately went to assist you, connecting the laptop screen to the TV while you opened Seungmin's envelope. A few minutes later, all you had to do was plug the USB into the laptop to display the files. Asa opened one of the two recordings.

The file opened without problems, with an internal date of June 15th at 1:45 AM. The image showed Seungmin entering his apartment, leaving his black leather briefcase on the dining room table and turning on a floor lamp in the corner. The camera, located in a corner of the ceiling, recorded his every movement. Seungmin followed a completely normal routine until 2:30 AM, when the lights went out. Asa then put the recording in fast motion; It wasn't until 7:00 AM that they turned on again and Seungmin left the house wearing a suit similar to the one he'd worn for your interview.

His alibi was confirmed. At least partially. That meant you were close to proving his innocence.

"Nothing out of the ordinary, apparently," Wonyoung said. "He didn't lie about being home."

"Miss Enami, please send the files to the IT department so they can validate them when you leave," you said, and took the other envelope. "Let's see what we have here."

When you opened the envelope, you found the USB drive inside. Asa plugged it into the laptop, but to open it, the password was missing. You quickly checked your email on your phone, finding the email HanTech had sent you. You entered the alphanumeric password and were finally able to access it.

The screen now showed the HanTech offices, a hallway lit by ceiling lights with a barely audible buzzing sound. The recording time was 3:00 AM on June 15th. The hallway was deserted until five minutes later, when a figure walked quickly from the right and entered an office. Asa switched cameras until she found the right one. It now showed a room full of computers. The man, with short black hair and wearing a HanTech uniform, approached the wall near the camera.

"Stop it right there," you said. Asa did so. The individual's face was clearly visible, and it definitely wasn't Seungmin. "Beomgyu, there's a picture of Kim Jihoon in the folder. Confirm it's him."

Beomgyu quickly flipped through the folder until he found the section where Anna kept the files on those involved. He looked up at the screen, then back at the photo, his eyes narrowed.

"It's him," he finally nodded.

Asa resumed the recording. Jihoon typed quickly, and the time stamp on the recording matched perfectly with the suspicious login in the logs you'd already reviewed, which indicated an attempted login with invalid credentials. But apparently, after a second attempt, Jihoon got in. Minutes later, the computer screen he was on displayed a command terminal window that opened a file transfer. 12 emails sent to an external IP address.

"There it is," you muttered. "The rat downloading files."

"Twelve emails, everything matches the logs," Beomgyu said. "Is he supposed to know the password?"

You shook your head, staring at the paused screen.

"Seungmin manually entered his credentials for routine updates. Jihoon is not supposed to know."

"Then someone gave him access."

Asa zoomed in on the image to show the IP address in the file transfer window. Wonyoung quickly snapped her fingers and pointed at the screen.

"That IP address," she said. "It matches what I saw while reviewing the metadata yesterday. And the emails were tampered with just after the recording time. This is a deliberate setup."

"We have the necessary evidence to prove Seungmin's innocence," you said, still staring at the screen. "As long as the IT department validates everything and gives us a certification."

"Why do I get the feeling you want to go further?" Wonyoung asked. "You could win the case with just what we have."

"Because Jihoon is still scheduled for an interview today at noon, and we still have time."

Wonyoung sighed.

"I guess you're right."

Asa resumed the recording, but nothing else happened after that, so you unplugged everything and put the USB drives back in their envelopes.

"I'll head to the IT department to deliver the recordings," Asa said. "When do we meet to prepare for Jihoon's questions?"

"At 11," you said. "An hour early to get everything ready."

Asa nodded, took both envelopes, put them in ziplock bags, and left the conference room. Wonyoung picked up his laptop and followed her. Beomgyu stayed with you.

"I don't like having nothing to do, Isaac," he said, standing up. "So if you could give me some direction, I'd be very grateful."

"Oh, right," you turned to him. "Well, you can pick up the work Anna was doing. Check Jihoon's background to see if there's anything to pressure him about. You know, any irregularities."

"Got it."

Beomgyu opened the folder again and started flipping through it again. You gathered all your things and headed for the exit. Stepping under the threshold, you turned to him.

"Are you staying there?" you asked.

"Hm?" Beomgyu raised his head and looked at you over his shoulder before giving you a quick nod. "Yeah, it's quieter to work than out there."

"Well, whatever."

With that, you left the conference room and went to your office. There, ten minutes before the scheduled time, Asa was the first to arrive.

"Looks like you won," she said, closing the door behind her.

You looked up from your notes and watched her approach your desk.

"I haven't won anything. We won't know until we submit the report."

"Come on, Isaac," Asa sat down in the chair across from your desk and propped her elbows up, looking you in the eye with her chin resting on her palm. "You and I both know that if the recordings are validated, you've won."

You stared at her wordlessly for a moment.

"Eager for that drink, huh?"

Asa's lips curved slightly before she bit her lower lip.

"Oh, you have no idea."

Silence fell between the two of you, allowing the palpable tension to permeate. At one point, you felt she was about to lean across the desk and kiss you, but two new knocks on your door brought you out of your funk.

"I hope you're prepared to stay late today," you said quietly, so whoever was on the other side of the door wouldn't hear. "Come in!"

Wonyoung walked into your office and closed the door behind her. She immediately went to sit with you. Only Beomgyu was missing, but when the time came, he didn't arrive. You had to wait an additional ten minutes until he deigned to appear.

"You're late," you said tersely, staring at him..

"Sorry, sorry," Beomgyu bowed a few times and hurried to sit next to Wonyoung, who leaned across the chair to be as far away from him as possible. "I didn't want to come here without thoroughly studying my paperwork."

"He must have been flirting with some poor, naive girl, don't believe him," Wonyoung muttered, staring out the window.

Before Beomgyu could answer, you raised your hand.

"Silence," you said. "That's enough. I'm not interested. Let's get to work."

The team got to work, each with their respective tasks. You were excited to dig deeper into the matter and find the real culprit, or at least leave a clear path for whoever took the case once the prosecutor filed charges against Seungmin. Wonyoung was right: you could simply submit the report as is and it would be enough to win.

But that didn't make a good, passionate lawyer.

The clock in your office chimed at noon. Asa had left for about 15 minutes to wait in the reception area for Jihoon to arrive. At 12:15, Asa returned to your office, and with her came a lanky, pale young man with short, greasy hair and a wrinkled uniform. He sat in the chair across from you.

"Good morning," Kim Jihoon said, his gaze lowered, his arms crossed to hide his trembling hands.

"Good morning, Mr. Kim," you said, hands folded on your desk. "I'm Isaac Calloway, in charge of Park Seungmin's case. Let's clarify your role in the unauthorized access that occurred in the early morning of June 15th. Let's start with the recordings."

Jihoon frowned.

"R-Recordings?" he muttered.

Wonyoung, to your right, turned her laptop and showed the camera footage. Jihoon saw himself walking briskly down the hallway before entering the office.

"There you are," you said, pausing the recording. "What were you doing there at that time, going to Seungmin's terminal?"

Jihoon paled and lowered his gaze again.

"I was doing my job, Mr. Calloway," he replied quietly. "I don't know why you called me here. I was doing my job, like always. I didn't steal anything."

"No one said anything about you stealing anything. But it's good of you to mention that."

The recording fast-forwarded to the moment when Jihoon downloaded the data and sent the emails to LG's IP. Then you paused it again.

"Did you do that of your own free will, or did someone force you?"

"Oh, and this isn't the first time you've stuck your nose where it doesn't belong," Beomgyu, to your left, chimed in.

You wrinkled your brow slightly and turned to look at him, trying to hide how puzzled you were. You locked eyes with Wonyoung, but she didn't seem to know what he was talking about either.

"You got a warning in October of last year for trying to access a test server," Beomgyu continued. "Do you have anything to say about that?"

Damn reckless guy, you thought. He hadn't shared that discovery with the team. Apparently Wonyoung owed him an apology.

Jihoon's breathing quickened as he looked up and quickly shook his head.

"That was a misunderstanding!" he objected. "Seungmin asked me to update the system that night; I didn't do anything without his permission!"

"There's no record of an update order on either the 14th or the 15th, Jihoon. Who ordered you to do that?"

Jihoon hesitated, his eyes darting between each of you.

"Seungmin... he called me at 1:30 AM and told me it was urgent," he finally said. "But I swear I didn't know it was sensitive data!"

"How urgent did it have to be to download 12 emails with sensitive information?" you asked, tilting your head. "What exactly did Seungmin tell you?"

"He... he... said it was for an internal audit," Jihoon murmured. "He gave me the credentials and told me to do it quickly. He never told me that the IP belonged to LG. If anyone tricked me… it was him."

A knot formed in your stomach. You were already thinking it was getting too easy to win the case. This was a huge setback; Seungmin's presence in his apartment was no longer irrefutable proof of his innocence.

"How did he contact you? Do you have proof?" you asked.

Jihoon sighed and pulled his phone out of his pocket to show the call screen.

"There. He called me at 1:32 in the morning. From his personal number."

Wonyoung took out her own phone and quickly took a picture of the recording. Jihoon didn't resist, but gave her a suspicious look.

"It's necessary for the report, sorry," she said.

You took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, looking down at your notes and the report. Seungmin's recordings wouldn't be of any use if he really was behind it all; things had gotten complicated. However, you weren't going to despair about it; you'd been through worse things.

After a silent pause of a couple of minutes, you looked up and stood up.

"That will be all for now, Mr. Kim," you offered your hand. He stood up and shook it. "We'll check the information and get back to you. Please be available."

"Yes, sir," Jihoon nodded. "Thank you."

"Miss Enami, please escort him out. And if it's not too much trouble, bring some coffee."

Asa nodded and looked at Jihoon.

"Please follow me."

Jihoon nodded and followed Asa out of your office. You then leaned back in your seat, crossed your arms, and looked at Beomgyu.

"Is that why you were late?" you asked. "Where the hell did you find that, and why didn't you say anything?"

"Anna had some new documents that just arrived this morning; it was all there," Beomgyu said with a proud smirk. "I was going to say it until Wonyoung came out with her false accusations and you shut me up."

Wonyoung rolled her eyes.

"False accusations..." she grumbled under her breath.

You sighed.

"Whatever. The important thing is that this just got a little difficult for us."

"Jihoon was just a tool," Wonyoung said. "I'm sure he's telling the truth and didn't know what he was doing."

"What if someone else coerced Seungmin?" Beomgyu said. "I don't think a culprit would be so cooperative as to readily share his security footage."

"We should consider the IT manager," you said. "He's the only one with full access to everything."

"And why would he use someone else to steal information?" Wonyoung asked.

"So he wouldn't get his hands dirty. Like a criminal wearing latex gloves to avoid leaving fingerprints."

"Do we have information on him?"

"Lee Sungchol," Beomgyu answered immediately, as if he'd memorized the name. "44 years old, a technician with over 20 years of experience."

"We need to investigate him then, and quickly," you said. "Beomgyu, I need you to check corporate emails and records to see if there was any contact between Sungchol and Jihoon. Contact HanTech for that. And Wonyoung, check if there's any access from Sungchol that matches the time of the theft. And right now, I need to talk to Seungmin, and fast."

Wonyoung and Beomgyu nodded silently, and you took your phone out of your pocket to call Seungmin. As the phone rang, you put it on speakerphone. Seconds later, the man answered.

"Tell me, Mr. Calloway," Seungmin's voice came through your speaker.

"Seungmin," you said, not bothering to say hello. "We have proof that Jihoon accessed your computer with your credentials. Why did you give him access?"

There was a silence that was too long.

"I-I gave him permission to update the system, nothing more," he finally answered, his voice shaking. "He didn't have to steal anything!"

"You told him it was for an internal audit, not a system update," you said, your voice calm. "Was it your decision? I can't get you out of this if you're not honest with me, man."

Another long silence.

"I-I was... pressured, Mr. Calloway," he finally admitted in a small voice.

You locked eyes with Wonyoung, who was listening intently.

"Who pressured you, Seungmin?"

"I don't know... I..."

"Seungmin..."

"Lee Sungchol!" Seungmin squealed. "Lee Sungchol threatened me on the phone and said he'd ruin my career if I didn't cooperate!"

You nodded slowly to yourself.

"Do you have proof?"

Seungmin sighed.

"No, I don't," he said, and paused. "Although... wait a minute. Don't hang up, Mr. Calloway."

You frowned. Seungmin remained silent for a couple of minutes, his labored breathing the only sound.

"Ha! Here it is!" Seungmin exclaimed. "My phone has a feature that automatically records all calls and deletes them after 21 days."

"Can you send it to my email right now?"

"I'll do it right away!"

"T-..."

Seungmin, perhaps unable to contain his excitement, hung up.

"That's it. It's our victory!" Beomgyu said.

You decided neither to confirm nor deny it, just waited for the email to arrive, and when it did, you hurried to open it on your phone to replay the call. First, a faint buzzing sound was heard, then the connection tone.

"Hello?" said an unfamiliar voice, low and measured.

"Uh... hello," Seungmin replied. "Sungchol-sunbaenim? At this hour?"

"I don't have time to explain," the voice said again. Lee Sungchol. "I need you to do me a favor right now, urgently. Can you access the server and run an update? Then you'll transfer the files I'll tell you about to an external account I'll send you. Nothing complicated."

"An update?" said Seungmin. "Why? No one notified me before I left."

"The infrastructure manager called me and told me it was for an audit; they need to check some patches and send an urgent backup to an external server. I can't explain more over the phone. Trust me, and do it without delay."

"But..." Seungmin hesitated. "If there's no official record, they might ask me. I don't want any trouble."

There was a long silence. Sungchol's intake of breath was heard before he spoke again.

"I'm warning you, kid. Do it, or I'll make sure you get the worst reputation so they'll kick you out." His voice didn't rise, but his words were laced with venom.

Another silence. You thought you heard Seungmin gulp.

"What exactly should I do?"

"Log in with your credentials when I tell you. Run the update I'll tell you step by step, and then start the transfer to the IP I'll give you. If anyone asks, it was a routine system check. I'll be responsible for reporting it later. Understood?"

"And if they ask me for proof?" Seungmin asked. "You'll leave me hanging?"

"If you screw me, I assure you: you'll have problems at the next evaluation. And it won't be pretty," Sungchol replied tersely. "Do it, and there'll be nothing to fear. Do it now."

"Fuck..." Seungmin muttered. "Okay, I'll tell my assistant to do it. I already left the office."

"Whatever, but make it quick."

The call hung up. A long beep sounded until the audio ended. Just then, your office door opened. Asa walked in with four cups with lids. Seeing your faces, she frowned.

"Uh... what?"

"We got it," you said. "Bring that here and contact our IT department. Tell them to keep an eye out for key evidence right away."

Asa hurriedly placed the coffees on your desk, looking at your phone.

"What is it?"

"The culprit behind all this being such an idiot for leaving loose ends," you said. "Come on, sit down. I'll tell Seungmin to come immediately."

Not even half an hour had passed before Seungmin had arrived at the office. He handed over the phone without hesitation, and Asa made sure to photograph the screen that displayed the IMEI and the call log. Then, he placed the phone in a zip-lock bag and wrote down the date and time. Seungmin signed both the bag and an authenticity certificate.

You tried to contact Sungchol to bring him in for an interview, but you couldn't find him, so you had to settle for simply proving your client's innocence.

Later, when Seungmin left the office, the phone was sent to the IT team so they could make an exact copy of the file for safekeeping. You, for your part, downloaded the email Seungmin received and noted the sender and the time of delivery. Separately, you had Beomgyu write a transcript of the call in the report, leaving Sungchol's threat to Seungmin as key evidence.

In the end, the report concluded:

A recording of a call in which Lee Sungchol pressured Park Seungmin to provide access to sensitive information has been received and certified. We recommend referring the investigation into Lee Sungchol to the authorities and filing a precautionary measure to protect Mr. Park.

Sent at 9:14 PM.

"Fuck, finally," Wonyoung sighed, settling back in her seat. "I just want to go home and sleep."

"Good work, guys, good work," you said with an air of encouragement. "We couldn't have done it better."

Beomgyu sighed.

"I would have liked to know what Sungchol had to say," he said, standing up. "But I guess that's not our problem anymore. I'm leaving."

"Good night, Beomgyu," you said with a nod. Asa waved with her hand and a little smile. Wonyoung didn't even pay attention.

Beomgyu left your office. Minutes later, Wonyoung stood up as well.

"Well, the idiot must have left by now," she said. "Bye, guys. See you tomorrow."

Wonyoung walked to the door, opened it, looked over her shoulder at you, and winked before leaving.

That left you and Asa, who was sitting on your couch, alone.

Asa put her folder aside, stood up, and leaned her lower back against the opposite edge of your desk.

"So," Asa took off her glasses, folded them, and hung them on the collar of her shirt. "Can I officially say we won and deserve that drink?"

You chuckled softly and leaned back in your chair, looking into her eyes.

"We won't know that until tomorrow," you said. "But I guess we can have that drink. Do you drink whiskey?"

"Sure," Asa nodded.

Asa watched you as you went to your bookshelf and took down an unopened bottle of Blue Label a client had given you a couple of months ago and a couple of small, wide glass tumblers. With it, you took two bottles of water out of a small cooler you had in the corner. You placed everything on your desk as you walked over to her.

"I usually drink it with ice, but it's what it is," you said, uncapping the bottle.

"I'm sure you've had worse," Asa said.

You chuckled as you poured two fingers of whiskey into one of the glasses.

"Definitely. The water could be warm, and that would make it taste disgusting."

After filling the bottom of the glasses with whiskey, you uncapped one of the water bottles and filled the rest. Then, you took one and gave it to Asa.

"Here's to that victory," you raised your glass.

"Oh, so you reckon it'll be a victory?" Asa raised an amused eyebrow, then laughed. "Cheers."

Asa and you clinked glasses and each took a sip from your drinks.

"Would you like to sit down?" you asked.

Asa nodded and followed you to your couch, where you sat in the middle, quite close to each other. You leaned slightly toward her, your right arm draped over the back of the couch behind her shoulders.

"Can I ask you something?" you said, crossing your legs and resting the glass on your knee. Asa turned and looked at you curiously. "What was your urge to drink here specifically?"

Asa glanced at your arm draped over the back of the couch, and you thought you saw a hint of a smile.

"Ah, I think that's an easy question to answer," she said, meeting your gaze. "I wanted to see how you're holding up... you know, away from public scrutiny."

"I see," you nodded slowly, a discreet glance at her lips. "Any noticeable differences so far?"

Asa gently shook her head.

"No," she said. "For now."

"Well, that's a shame," you said, watching as she took another sip of her whiskey. "I don't think I'm that interesting."

"I said for now, Isaac," Asa said, then leaned slightly toward you. It was almost imperceptible, but now her knee was brushing against your leg. "But do you want me to tell you something?"

You just stared at her and sipped your whiskey.

"I know the right way to start finding out," she said again.

Then, she shifted the glass from hand to hand and placed her left hand on your thigh, squeezing it near your crotch. You looked down, then met her eyes.

"I don't think I'm entirely sure what you're talking about, Miss Enami," you lowered your voice, and so did your arm from the backrest; it now rested behind Asa's waist, not quite touching her.

"Don't play dumb, Mr. Calloway," Asa slowly moved a finger up your lap and ran her fingernail over your bulge before resting her palm there. "You and I both know I want you to fuck me right here."

The sudden advance didn't take you by surprise; in fact, you welcomed it. You weren't one to mince words. Now, what did take you by surprise was the fact that this was going to happen in a place like this, in what you thought was your sacred place.

Because yes, it was going to happen: the decision was already made.

"Aren't you afraid someone might hear?" you asked, finally grabbing her by her small waist.

"There's no one in the building at this hour, Isaac," Asa said softly, her gaze forming a triangle between your eyes and your mouth. "Except maybe Miss Eunha, of course. But she never leaves her office."

"I'd advise you not to summon her; the damned woman is like Voldemort."

Asa laughed, her eyes narrowing into a pretty line. You'd never realized how truly beautiful she was; you were always too busy in your own little world, just like her. You'd never be able to admire her if she was always running around running errands and working on her own things.

Now you had the chance to witness that authentic Japanese beauty up close. Very close.

"Well?" Asa tilted her head and gave your bulge a little squeeze, which grew beneath her hand. "Are you going to kiss me now, Mr. Calloway?"

Her small, round, bright eyes studied you silently, begging you to do it. And far from wanting to make her wait, you pulled her against you and crashed your lips against hers.

Asa immediately squeezed your cock again through your pants, making it grow beneath her fingers until she began to knead it. The kiss lasted a long time: hot, passionate, your tongues battling each other. A couple of minutes later, you pulled away and took the glass from her hand.

"This can wait," you said, placing both drinks on a small shelf to your left.

"How gentlemanly," Asa said in a small voice, and with one agile movement, she climbed astride you.

Quickly, you wrapped Asa's slender body in your arms and kissed her again. Asa cradled your face with her hands, deepening the kiss and pressing your bulge with her ass until she moved both hands to your belt, undid it, and unzipped your zipper to slide her hand into your boxers.

The cool touch of her fingers on your now-hard cock made you gasp against her lips and made you move too, moving your hands to her ass to squeeze it. You then left your hands on her waist. Seconds later, you moved them up to grab her glasses from the collar of her shirt, place them next to her drinks, and unbutton three buttons to reveal a black bra underneath.

Asa let out a soft moan when you pulled away from her lips and peppered the right side of her neck with kisses, moving down her collarbone to her chest. Asa's breasts were bigger than they appeared under her clothes; you kissed the outline of both, your hands holding her small waist. She then grabbed the hem of your pants and boxers and pulled them down a little so she could free your cock.

"Oh, of course your cock is big," Asa gasped, circling it with her fingers to rub it up and down. "Worthy of a lawyer of your caliber."

"Do you want me to strip you completely naked?" you asked, unbuttoning the rest of her shirt.

"Are you in a hurry to go home?"

"Not really."

"Then you have no excuse not to strip me completely naked. I could say the same about you."

Asa released your cock and began to remove your shorts, unbutton your shirt, and take it off, while you took off your shoes and helped her with her own shirt. When she had you undressed from the waist up, she removed her bra, freeing her small, perky tits, one of which you brought to your mouth to suck and lick the nipple.

It wasn't long before Asa pulled away from you and got down, kneeling between your spread legs, her gaze darting between your cock and your eyes. She leisurely pulled down your pants and boxers, peeling them off your legs.

With a small, mischievous smile on her face, Asa rubbed your inner thighs and leaned forward, exhaling hot breath over the back of your shaft before peppering it with kisses. Just a couple of seconds after that, she stuck out her tongue to slowly lick upwards until she reached your tip, where, hands-free and in truly impressive fashion, she positioned your cock upright, taking the first few inches into her mouth.

"Oh my..." you murmured to yourself, watching Asa grip your thighs and slowly pump her head over a few inches of your cock.

Asa looked up, noticing your gasps, and without taking her eyes off you, she lowered her lips a little further until she reached the middle of your shaft. Soon she began pumping her head faster, still caressing your thighs with her fingers, the wet sounds echoing through your office.

Asa finally used her hand to cup the base of your cock and pull you out for air.

"Mmm, so tasty, boss," she panted, placing kisses along the sides of your shaft and your balls as she did so.

Not wanting to give you time to think, Asa took you back into her mouth and went a little further than halfway down your shaft. Despite reaching her limit when gagging, she began pumping her head and salivating on your cock so hard it made you close your eyes and clench your fists.

"Fuck..." you gasped. "Stop."

Asa quickly obeyed, and you opened your eyes to lean forward, grab her face, and kiss her, inevitably causing her to stand up as you did. Your hands then roamed over her petite body, running them down her smooth back to her ass, then unbuttoning her pants and slipping your hand inside her panties.

"Did you just get this wet?" you said against her lips, feeling her wet folds beneath your fingers as you rubbed them up and down. "Sucking my cock?"

Asa moaned and bit your lower lip.

"I'll be honest, Mr. Calloway?" she said. "I already get a little wet when I see you being so attractive at work. All the time. Please don't be surprised to find me dripping wet right now."

A giggle escaped you, and then you knelt down, ready to get back to work. But you were greeted with a pleasant surprise you'd overlooked before.

"Oh wow..." you said, noticing the two metallic studs piercing Asa's navel. However, that wasn't the most attractive part. She had a tattoo of a small butterfly on the left side of her abdomen. "A piercing and a tattoo? I'd never thought that coming from a Japanese law student."

"You like it?" Asa asked.

"It's stupidly sexy," you replied, and grabbed her waist to plant your mouth on her abdomen, right over her tattoo.

The wet kisses and light sucks on her tattoo and then all over her tummy made Asa moan, both hands gently holding the back of your neck. Meanwhile, amidst the trail of kisses you traced around her navel and lower abdomen, you grabbed the hem of her pants and panties and yanked them down to her ankles.

You could have sat her on the couch or leaned her against a wall, but her perfectly shaved pussy looked so delicious to your eyes that you couldn't help but grab her by the hips and bury your mouth there. Asa's response was to part her legs slightly and moan, her slender fingers now coiled in strands of your hair, where they gave gentle tugs.

Your tongue moved in slow motions back and forth, tasting her soft folds and the light layer of fluids that coated them. The focus quickly shifted to her clitoris, which you quickly sucked and licked with the tip of your tongue, causing Asa to fill your office with her sensual moans.

After a minute, Asa grabbed the back of your neck and urged you to stand. As you did, she placed one hand on the back of your neck, took hold of your cock to rub it with the other, and kissed you again. You wrapped your left arm around her waist and pressed her against you, squeezing her ass when your hand lowered slightly.

Asa then pushed you back against the couch and straddled you, hands on your shoulders.

"I can't take it anymore," she said, taking your cock in one hand to hold it upright and lower her hips onto it. "Oh god..."

Your tip entered first, and with that alone, you were stunned by how tight she felt around it. Asa lightly dug her nails into your shoulders, slowly lowering her hips until your cock filled her to the hilt. You both moaned. Then, at the exact moment you grabbed her waist and clamped your fingers there, Asa began to move up and down.

The words didn't come out of Asa's mouth again for a long moment; she was in a deep trance, her arms around your neck, moaning louder as she moved her hips faster. Your hands were still clutching her waist, so overwhelmed by how good her pussy felt enveloping your shaft that your neural capabilities were limited.

"Fuck, that feels so good!" Asa squealed, bringing you back to reality.

"Jump faster then," you groaned, sliding your hands to her ass. "Bounce on that cock."

Asa took that as a holy word and bounced frantically on every inch of your cock, hugging your head. You sank down a little in the seat, sucking on her tits as you guided her movements. But in search of more speed, she soon planted her feet on the couch and bounced hard against your pelvis, resulting in her first electrifying orgasm.

"Mmmghh!!" Asa collapsed against your chest, grinding her hips against you. Her lips met yours; she moaned against them, her thighs trembling at the sides of your hips. You bit her lower lip and let out a groan, her walls suffocating your shaft tighter than you'd ever felt in your damn life.

When Asa's legs stopped feeling like they were going to implode, you wrapped one arm around her waist and used the other to prop her up on the couch and push yourself to your feet, carrying her. Asa held on tightly to you with her hands and legs, letting you place her on the front edge of your desk. She spread her legs wide and leaned back on her elbows to get comfortable, giving you the green light to grab her by the waist and fuck her hard.

It was a good thing you kept your desk organized and clean, because if you'd been a little more dirty, you would have caused more than one thing to fall to the floor with the way you shook Asa's body, between deep, frantic thrusts that constantly elicited moans from yourself. Your solitary tendencies weren't exactly proportional to how you led your sex life; in the three years you'd been in Korea, you'd slept with several women. But Asa was, without a doubt, by far the most beautiful, sexiest, and tightest of them all.

Above all, tighter.

"Fuck me harder, Mr. Calloway," Asa moaned, looking into your eyes before standing up slightly and wrapping her arms around your neck to look at you closer. "My tight pussy feels good, doesn't it? It can be yours whenever you want."

"Whenever I want?" you asked with a gasp.

"Mhum," Asa nodded, rolling her eyes as you braced your hands on the desk and pounded into her pussy with violent thrusts. Her hands dug into your back with pointed nails, and it wasn't long before she came a second time, scratching your back a little.

Asa dropped her head back and groaned in her throat, her thighs twitching at the sides and her pelvis shaking. Your first instinct was to pepper her neck with kisses, finishing with a hard, feral bite you hadn't expected from yourself. Asa hissed. It had hurt her. But she didn't seem bothered by it.

You pulled out of her and lowered her off the desk. The next spot was the wall. Asa braced her hands against it as you turned her over and pressed her against it, feet apart and hips pushed back. Her small, round ass was pale as snow, and to add a little color, you gave her a hard spank that reverberated through your office. Asa squealed, but squealed even louder when you came back inside her.

Asa leaned her forehead against the wall, breathing heavily as your office filled with the delightful sound of your pelvis violently colliding with her ass. After a few seconds, however, you grabbed her arm and pulled her towards you so her back was pressed against your chest, and held her with one hand around her neck and the other on her waist.

"Please don't cum inside me," Asa gasped after a while, a drop of sweat trickling down her temple. "Not for now."

"I'll let you know, don't worry," you promised.

Asa nodded gratefully and dropped her head onto your shoulder, silently enjoying your cock going in and out of her, letting her facial expressions speak for themselves. She soon came once more, throbbing around your cock again. You let your thrusts flow, still fast and still deep, until you felt a sudden tingle in your cock.

"On your knees," you said in her ear, pulling out of her. Asa turned around and dropped to her knees in front of you, taking the tip of your cock into her mouth and masturbating the rest of your shaft until you exploded inside. "Oh fuck yes!" you groaned.

You placed a hand behind Asa's head and let her guide the entire moment as you shot jets of cum into her mouth. Asa moved her lips further, giving you a slow, sensual blowjob and moaning with you. When you'd emptied yourself onto her tongue, Asa pulled away from her mouth and gave a long lick underneath your cock, letting you know she'd swallowed all your fluids.

"Fuck," you gasped, brushing the sticky hair from her forehead. "You really made me desecrate this place."

Asa giggled and stood up.

"And I assure you it won't be the last time, boss," she said before giving you a long kiss. "Let's go before the janitors start wondering why we didn't leave."

"Fine, but we need to talk about this later," you said, holding her waist with both hands.

"About what?"

"About what just happened. I don't want to say I didn't like it or that I'm upset. But we'll have to, well, set boundaries."

"Mmm, fine by me," Asa shrugged. "It's not like I have that much free time anyway."

You chuckled.

"Same here," you nodded at the pile of clothes in front of your couch. "Come on, let's go."

Asa and you dressed quickly, and with rather little discretion, you left the office under the suspicious eyes of the two janitors who also had to leave in an hour. Outside, Asa called a taxi, and just like when you went to the bar, you waited for her to leave before getting in your car and heading to your apartment.

Where, once again, you felt yourself returning to the sad reality: you were still alone.

There were people, of course, but you couldn't talk to any of them for your own safety, and maybe for theirs. That's why you had to settle for the only true friend you had: yourself.

However, that night you suppressed the feeling, having achieved another professional victory (or so you hoped) and had seen some light at the end of the tunnel. What had happened with Asa might not mean anything in the long run, but you noticed something different about that girl, something that might be worth it. It was doubtful that you would end up romantically involved, but you hoped at least it would bring you a little closer, because if you were honest with yourself, not having anyone to vent to was starting to get desperate for you.

You couldn't completely fool your brain, because that night you skipped dinner; you took a shower and went straight to bed.

The next morning, you felt like shit, like you'd had a massive hangover and had been run over by a truck. But you hadn't been drinking anything or walking on public roads. It was just the way you felt sometimes. You were used to it.

The cup of coffee you'd bought on the way to the office and were holding in your hand had perked you up a bit. You walked through the reception desk with the best face you could and went up to the second floor. The main hallway was wide and straight, with a polished wooden floor and dark walnut walls lined with doors with metallic frames. At the far end, a panoramic window offered views of the entire financial district. There, you saw a familiar, friendly face.

Anna Tanaka was sitting on one of the two black leather sofas between the coffee machine and the water filter, reading a magazine with a cup in her hand. She looked up when she noticed you.

"Hi, Isaac!" She greeted you in English, with a warm smile from ear to ear. Talking to her was always gratifying, as you could hear and use your native language, even if it was with an American accent. "How did yesterday go?"

"Good morning," you greeted back, digging a hand into your pocket. "Smooth as silk, I must say," you replied. "Although I don't know the outcome yet."

"Beomgyu notified you of the documents I was able to obtain early in the morning, didn't he?" she asked.

"Well," you grimaced. "I wouldn't say he notified us exactly, but yes. It was important to put pressure on Jihoon."

Anna smiled proudly.

"I'm glad it worked."

A slim, petite figure to your right made you turn. Asa, her hair slightly messed up in a high bun, leaned against the wall next to the coffee machine.

"Good morning," she greeted with a small smile, and looked at you. "You look terrible, Mr. Calloway. Did you sleep well?"

"I'm afraid not," you sighed. "My legs were a little sore."

"What a coincidence. Mine too."

Anna looked at you without a hint of suspicion. Good.

"Hey, have you seen Heejin?" you asked.

"You summoned her," Anna said, pointing behind you.

You turned and saw Heejin emerge from the hallway, a folder under her arm and a serene expression.

"Good morning," she greeted politely, reaching over to fill her cup with coffee. That day, her white hair was loose and curled. "I was looking for you, Calloway," she said without looking at you. "The prosecutor's office dismissed the complaint and ruled in favor of you and Seungmin. Congratulations."

You nodded in relief.

"Good to know."

Heejin took a sip of her coffee and turned to look at you.

"I have no idea how you do it, but you seem touched by the wand," she said. "Keep it up and maybe you'll make yourself an official partner like me and the others."

The others were her, Eunbi, Baekhyun, Yujin, and...

Kyungsoo.

The man, short but with an imposing and handsome demeanor, had just come out of his office, dressed in an all-black suit without a tie. He was one of the most brilliant and capable lawyers you'd ever met.

But sometimes he was a bastard.

"Oh, hello, everyone," he said when he reached the common area. His tone may have seemed friendly, but you knew he didn't mind making friends with anyone. He walked over to you and patted you gently on the shoulder. "I heard you won the case, Calloway. I don't think you're that far from me anymore."

You took a deep breath and forced a kind smile.

"The case wasn't that big of a deal, but I appreciate it."

"Ah, nonsense," he waved his hand and smiled. "A win is a win. Even if it's a minor, petty case."

You were about to loosen your tongue and respond, but a presence at the end of the hall silenced you completely. In fact, everyone seemed to stop what they were doing to look at her. Jung Eunha, with her long blonde hair trailing behind her back and her cold demeanor, stopped in the middle of the hall.

She was one of the most beautiful women you'd ever seen, and her fashion sense was excellent; that day she was wearing a tight black skirt and a simple long-sleeved white shirt, but it looked perfect on her curvaceous figure.

And she was looking directly at you behind the large lenses of her glasses.

"Calloway, Kyungsoo," she said, crossing her arms. "To my office. Now."

The harsh, unfriendly tone wasn't a surprise to anyone; she was that way naturally. But this morning, in particular, she seemed different. Annoyed. And if that woman usually scared the hell out of you, with a negative mood she could easily make anyone manipulable enough to pee their pants.

And you had to go to her office. The purgatorium.

"Fuck, big problem," you heard Heejin mutter. "Good luck, man."

Series DAHYUN SECRET SUMMER Part 1 Part 2

One-shots

Sohee New Year's Dinner

Itzy Yuna's Corrupting Another Step by Step Aespa Karina's Corrupting Another TWICE's HELP FROM SPOTIFY

One Shots

Twice Smuts:

Gilded and Grounded (Tzuyu) - Here

Forbidden Family Desires (Dahyun) - Here

Comforting Nayeon - Here

Pure Bliss (Mina) - Here

Little Sister's Request (Chaeyoung) - Here

Where the Lines Converge (Dahyun) - Here