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The shuffle rolled over. "That's a No No" kicked in with all its brass and percussion and chants, the Moombahton beat landing heavy through her AirPods, and she let it fill the empty space.

She'd been out here too long. Her jaw ached from clenching through the fight and clenching through the replay on top of it. The chill had crept past her elbows, and her fingernails had carved defensive half-moons into the pad of her thumb.

She'd been twenty in that penthouse and she was twenty-three on this terrace, supposedly the exact same girl. The MAMA memory tasted warm and certain, unlike the wreckage of the last two hours.

Fuck Yeji and her quiet little "evolution". Fuck her sudden allergy to fun and her bullshit about needing to change, as if changing meant looking at Ryujin like she was a phase Yeji had outgrown. They built something together, the two of them, bunks to stages to every room they'd ever walked into as a unit, and Yeji was out here acting like she couldn't wait to go solo.

The kick drum agreed with her, her poor AirPods rattling their tiny guts out trying to slam a bass line built for stadium subwoofers directly into her skull. She dug the crescent deeper into her finger and stared at the dark.

The pool light was on, casting a teal glow upward through the surface that made the deck look exactly like the opening shot of the high-budget poolside porn Ryujin usually searched for on her phone at one in the morning. She looked back and suddenly Yeji was at the pool's edge, ruining the aesthetic. She had both arms wrapped around Minho from behind, her face buried so hard between his shoulder blades it looked like she was trying to hide inside him. Her fists were bunched tight in his shirt. Minho just stood there, making it easy, taking her weight with his broad back while his hands locked over her forearms. Ryujin couldn't hear the words over the distance, but she saw the tension, the ragged hitch of Yeji's shoulders as she spilled her guts directly into his spine.

Ryujin's chest went tight and hot and she pushed off the railing and went down the terrace steps before the rest of her caught up to what her legs already knew, which was that she couldn't stand there and watch that bullshit for one more second.

Move up faster faster, gettin' louder louder.

The bass dropped and her feet found the beat and before she knew it she was marching furiously down the path to her own voice.

She and Chaeryeong had recorded the brass and percussion three times because the first two weren't loud enough, and the final version turned her spine into a middle finger every time it came on. The gravel crunched under her slides in time with the kick drum and everything behind her got a little smaller with every step.

The resort path cut between stone walls and hedges that swallowed the villa lights within twenty steps. She wanted the dark and the salt air and her own group in her ears telling her she was right. Can't let you kill my vibe, that's a no no. The pre-chorus landed like a fist bump from a version of herself who still had her shit together and she took it gratefully and kept walking.

Her legs burned from the pace as her hands kept curling into fists, just to keep the option available. The air smelled like volcanic rock and sweet citrus, but she was moving too fast for the smells to stick.

Yeji's face in the living room wouldn't stop replaying. The hurt underneath was what kept catching. She could handle Yeji angry - she'd been handling Yeji angry since trainee evaluations when Yeji used to go dead-eyed and terrifyingly calm right before she snapped. She kept seeing that flash of real, unguarded pain from the moment when Ryujin said you've changed and meant it as a weapon, watching Yeji catch it as one because they both knew exactly what it was and Ryujin couldn't even pretend she'd meant something else.

She kicked a stone off the path and it cracked into the hedge.

Fuck Yeji for being hurt by something true, and fuck her for acting like growing up required a standing ovation. They'd been the same person for six years, matching each other's appetite and chaos. Ryujin remembered exactly what that appetite looked like: the two of them rotating on a music show producer in a hotel bed after Inkigayo, synchronized, high-fiving over his chest while publicly grading his thrusts. Ryujin had called them Ddaeng Ddong, a dumb duo name she'd forced on Yeji years earlier, repurposed as a mocking victory banner while Yeji rode a guy breathless. They used to devour people together.

Until some guy with nice hands and a nice dick showed up, and suddenly Yeji was wrapping herself around his back like he'd invented breathing.

And they were on the same pool deck where Ryujin had ridden Minho yesterday, demanding he eat her out with the same aggressive conquest energy she used on everyone else. But down there right now, Yeji was pressing her forehead into his spine, eyes closed, surrendering her weight.

The tenderness was going to make her throw up. This was Hwang Yeji. The same girl who once bent a guy's fingers backward until he cried because he grabbed her hair and she hadn't said he could. Now that same girl was trading in the bunks and the breathless hotel rooms and every space they'd ever owned together for a man who probably folded his socks, and currently had his hands folded protectively around Yeji's own.

What the fuck was Ryujin supposed to do with that? Clap?

Do what I want, say what I wanna.

The lyric landed and her jaw unclenched for the first time since the living room. Yeah. That was the whole point, wasn't it? She'd said what she wanted to say and she'd do it again.

You think that you know me?

She heard her own voice in her ears delivering the rap she'd laid down in a booth at JYP on a Tuesday five years ago, standing with her headphones half-off because one ear always needed to hear herself raw. She'd written the line about netizens, about comment-section psychologists who thought they knew her from a fancam. You can think what you want. I respect you, but hey you, don't ever cross that line.

She was the one who'd crossed the line tonight.

She'd stood in that living room and aimed for the thinnest crack in Yeji's concept because she'd helped build it. Six years meant she knew exactly which words would make Yeji's eyes go wet and her body brace against crying. Ryujin had deployed them on purpose, swinging with the ruthless efficiency she used in a dance break.

What kind of asshole does that to her best friend?

The synth bass was still grinding underneath the percussion but something had shifted. The beat that had been holding her upright all walk sounded off, like a speaker that got wet and was playing the right rhythm at slightly the wrong speed.

If you ever wanted me to fall, it's a pity but that's no, I'm sorry.

Lia's voice came in on the bridge, loud and clear and so sure of itself. I'm gonna keep singing, I'm gonna keep dancing, there's nothing to be scared of for me.

Ryujin almost laughed as she pushed past the last of the stone walls along the path. She was terrified. Of Yeji's quiet certainty in the living room, and of this widening space between them, as if getting louder could somehow mask the fact that her best friend was no longer standing next to her.

The brass and the drums played out together and Lia's voice faded.

The ocean rushed in to fill the quiet. The heavy thing in her chest surged up into the empty space where the beat used to be. She dug her phone from her pocket, jamming her thumb at the screen and walking too fast, trying to force the song back to the start so the quiet had nowhere to land. She needed noise.

The sudden flare of the lock screen washed out her night vision, leaving everything outside the glass pitch black. She dropped her chin, furiously swiping at the stubborn playback widget while her feet carried her blindly forward.

She clipped her shoulder hard against a low-hanging branch.

The canopy shuddered and a heavy tangerine dropped straight down, cracking against her knuckles and shocking her grip open. Her phone clattered onto the gravel, illuminating a patch of crushed shell. The tangerine rolled to a stop beside it, the rind splitting on impact and sending a sharp, acidic burst of citrus into the cold air.

"OW - FUCK."

She dropped to a crouch, shaking her hand out with a wince. Her knuckles stung and the branch was still swaying overhead like it was proud of itself.

She grabbed the tangerine first, arm pulling back on instinct to launch the fucking thing into the dark and watch something else break tonight. Her shoulder rotated into the throw before her nails broke the rind and the scent hit her full in the face, sharp and sweet and so unmistakably Jeju that her throat closed.

She knew this smell.

She knew this smell from the inside out. It was a tangerine grove two Novembers ago, juice running down her wrists and the sun on her neck while she grinned at a camera, deciding this island was her favorite place on earth. It was the passenger seat of a rental car with the Jeju mountains sliding past in the mist, and Yeji's voice asking something casual about building a house here someday.

Her arm came down.

She stayed in the gravel crouch, the tangerine bleeding orange oil into her palm. The smell filled her head with a version of herself she'd spent two years pretending she'd outgrown. Beside her, the phone screen buffered. She'd kept it on loop the whole walk down, thumb catching replay before the last brass note faded, but the tangerine had slowed her by ten seconds and shuffle slipped through the gap.

The shuffle spun the barrel again.

"Nobody Like You" kicked through her headphones in a bright, aggressively upbeat pop-rock rush. Her own voice opened the track, the three-years-ago recording of her saying yeah, uh, what? What? wielding pure brat attitude like it was an actual personality. Present-day Ryujin crouched in the dark, feeling the distance between that girl and this one.

She stood up slowly, shoving her phone in her pocket. She kept walking because the alternative was crouching in the gravel having a spiritual crisis over a piece of fruit, and she still had enough pride left to find that mortifying.

The hedges opened up, the path giving way to sand. The beach was a small, empty crescent tucked between rock outcrops. She walked straight to the waterline, letting her slides sink into the wet grit and the freezing ocean wash over her toes. She stood there gripping a crushed tangerine that smelled like the best November of her life while Yuna's voice fed through her headphones, singing about being a bad girl with standards too high for the world to reach.

They'd all been that girl once. Yuna sang it like she'd invented the concept, but Ryujin had laid the blueprint for unapologetic before Yuna even learned how to walk in heels. And Yeji had been right there beside her, matching her step for step. They had been two girls who burned through rooms whether the rooms wanted it or not.

The water pulled back. The sand shifted under her slides, and there was Yeji asleep at ten o'clock.

***

It was their last night as roommates. Ryujin stood in the GS25 party aisle at nine-thirty, eventually buying four packs of both pink and holographic streamers. She added three boxes of stick-shaped chocolate and a carton of watermelon juice, because Yeji had a watermelon juice addiction and was currently in month three of eating the exact same chocolate twice a day and chose sugar and naps over actual parties every time, flatly refusing to behave like a twenty-year-old idol.

The walk back took four minutes. She planned out the layout: streamers on the top bunk, chocolate on the desk. Tomorrow Chaeryeong was moving in and Ryujin was getting the single room. It meant the end of fighting over chargers and defending her half of the rug. It meant sleeping in a quiet room, which she'd spent months complaining about wanting.

She opened the door at 9:40 PM. The lights were off. Yeji was utterly passed out, mouth slightly open, one arm hanging off the edge of the top bunk with her dark phone still in her grip. She'd gone into a coma before ten o'clock on their last night sharing a bedroom, because apparently sentimentality didn't interrupt her sleep schedule.

Ryujin stood in the doorway with pink and holographic streamers in one hand and a GS25 bag in the other and thought you've got to be fucking kidding me.

She stayed there for a while. The tightness in her throat was absolutely just annoyance that the streamers were going to stay in their plastic wrappers and her money was wasted. Just annoyance, and maybe sugar crash from the chocolate she'd eaten on the walk home.

She dumped the supplies on the desk and ate an entire box of stick-shaped chocolate on the floor in the dark. She drank the whole carton of watermelon juice out of spite, climbed into her bottom bunk, and stared at the underside of Yeji's mattress. The party was a lame idea anyway. Throwing a farewell party for a girl moving down the hall was pathetic. It was fine.

The next morning, Yeji found them.

Ryujin was kneeling on the floor, shoving a hoodie into her duffel bag, when Yeji picked up a plastic-wrapped cylinder of holographic pink from the desk. She turned the package over in her hands. Her hair was wrecked from a ten-hour blackout.

"Did you buy streamers?" she asked, ruffling a hand through her sleep-wrecked hair, her voice gravelly and utterly confused.

Ryujin continued shoving the hoodie down. "They were on sale."

Yeji looked from the plastic in her hands to the empty carton of watermelon juice beside them. "Were you going to decorate?"

"No, I was going to eat them." Ryujin yanked the bag zipper closed and sat back on her heels, glaring up at her. "Yes, I was going to decorate. You fell asleep at ten o'clock like a fucking grandma. What was I supposed to do, tape them to your unconscious body?"

Yeji lowered the package. The confusion vanished, her face settling into the exact quiet expression she used when she caught Ryujin trying to hide something soft.

"Ryuddaeng-ah."

Ryujin pointed a warning finger from the floor. "Don't start."

Yeji tilted her head, ignoring the finger. A slow, infuriating warmth took over her face. "Oh, you were going to throw us a party."

"I was going to throw MYSELF a party." Ryujin dragged herself off the floor, grabbing her bag and deliberately refusing to look anywhere near Yeji's smile. "You were invited as a courtesy."

The streamers stayed in their plastic wrap on the desk for three days before Ryujin threw them away, staying mad about two thousand won's worth of party supplies for four months.

Two thousand won of wasted streamers and four months of wasted anger, and she'd learned absolutely nothing from either. The first time she chose solitude over Yeji, she'd tried to throw a party to cover the cost. Tonight she'd just walked out the door.

***

A wave came in and covered her feet, the sharp cold curling her toes against the sand. The tangerine felt heavy in her hand, the citrus oil mixing with the salt air. Something warm and inconvenient settled into the place where the anger used to be, impossible to put back.

But these days I keep thinking, yo, baby I pay attention to you, why do I keep an eye on you again and again. Lia sang it sweet and wondering, and the wondering pulled the next one out of Ryujin's chest.

***

The driving school car smelled like pine air freshener and stress. The instructor sat clutching his clipboard against his chest, quietly hallucinating a different career, while Yeji sat behind the wheel holding ten and two, breath suspended inside a stationary Kia Morning.

Ryujin sat in the backseat because she'd already passed on her first try, mostly because she was good at things that required her body to do exactly what she told it to, and driving was effectively just choreography with a seatbelt. But that logic apparently didn't apply to Hwang Yeji. The girl was an apex predator on stage, a terrifyingly precise machine who could hit a blind floor mark down to the millimeter in platform boots. But once the backing track ended, she instantly reverted to a hopelessly clumsy house cat who routinely bumped into doorways, set chocolate on fire, and was currently treating the steering wheel like an unexploded bomb. She was on her second attempt after the first one had ended with a curb and a sound that the instructor described as "concerning."

They were here together because they'd enrolled together just for the "Not Shy" music video driving scene. When Yeji realized neither of them had a license, she'd said "we should just do it together" and Ryujin had said "no shit."

Yeji was doing objectively fine. The turns were clean, the speed was consistent, and the instructor had stopped gripping the oh-shit handle, which was progress. Then the GPS said turn left and Yeji turned left and ended up in a lane for a U-turn she was absolutely not supposed to be making.

"Why did you do that?" the instructor asked, measuring his syllables just to keep from screaming.

Yeji looked at the lane. She looked at the sign. She looked at the instructor with her full cat-eyed sincerity, confused by her own behavior.

"I know... why did I?"

She said it like she was hoping he had the answer to her own decision. It was so pure and bewildered that Ryujin totally lost her shit.

She laughed until her stomach cramped and the seatbelt locked, a breathless wheeze that made the instructor twist around in alarm to ask "is she okay?" as Yeji watched through the rearview mirror, her ears turning that bright, mortified shade of red. Which only happened when she'd done something accidentally hilarious and was exactly split between being embarrassed and being pleased she'd made Ryujin sound like that.

"I know," Ryujin managed between gasps. "Why did I. That's your defense."

"Honest question," Yeji said, still in the U-turn lane, still looking confused, and Ryujin's stomach cramped again and the instructor closed his eyes and let his head drop back against the headrest.

Yeji passed on her second attempt. Ryujin brought it up twice a month for the next year because the material was bottomless, and because making Yeji's ears go red remained one of the great recurring pleasures of her life.

Like three weeks later, sitting shotgun while Yeji meticulously reversed into a spot at the company parking garage.

"Remember when you almost killed us in the U-turn lane?" Ryujin asked, casually kicking her sneakers up onto the dashboard.

Yeji slapped Ryujin's ankles off the plastic while keeping intense eye contact with the rearview mirror. "I didn't almost kill us, I was going fifteen."

Ryujin let her feet drop, grinning as the tips of Yeji's ears once again hit that Yuna-coded shade of mortified pink. "I know, why did I. That's going on your tombstone."

Yeji wrapped a punitive hand around the gearshift, strangling the leather, and forcefully shoved it into Park. The sheer violence of the grip instantly made Ryujin worry for whoever ended up underneath Yeji in bed. She gripped the wheel and aimed a glare through the windshield carrying the same destructive hostility she supposedly used to wring grown men dry. "I hate you."

Ryujin pointed a stern, advising finger at the windshield. "You're driving, keep your eyes on the road."

Yeji turned her head slowly, giving her dead-eyed stare. "We're parked."

Ryujin patted her shoulder and popped her seatbelt. "Safety first, Hwang."

Tonight in the living room, Yeji's face had gone red too. Except Ryujin hadn't been trying to make her laugh.

***

The chorus hit with all five of them singing, letting Yeji and Lia lead. No matter where I look, it's only you, the one who's gonna melt me. She'd harmonized with these voices since she was sixteen, trained her ears to find their tunes like a bird call. The ocean blurred. Her eyes stung from the salt air or the wind or whatever she was going to call it until she ran out of alternatives.

No matter where I go, there's only you.

The memories stopped arriving one at a time and started coming in waves that matched the ocean, each one rolling in before the last had pulled back, and she stood in the water and let them come because she'd run out of things to stop them with.

***

She remembered Yeji sitting on the practice room floor after a twelve-hour Cake rehearsal, sweat dripping off her chin, her legs gone. Everyone else had left. Ryujin was destroyed too, but her thighs still worked because they were her main weapon and she'd be fucked if they didn't.

"Get up."

"I can't."

"Get on."

"Ryujin, I literally cannot stand."

"I didn't say stand, I said get on."

Ryujin turned around, offering her back. She crouched and waited while Yeji dragged herself up, lifting dead weight after three hours of full-out runs. Ryujin stood, letting Yeji's chin find the groove of her neck in comfortable silence. Yeji's legs had quit and Ryujin's still worked. You carried the person who needed carrying, and the burning in your thighs was just the price you paid for them trusting you enough to go limp.

"Your shoulders are so broad," Yeji mumbled into her neck.

"Thanks."

"Like, freakishly."

"Get off my back then."

"No." Yeji's arms tightened. "They're good broad. Carry broad."

Ryujin laughed and kept walking toward the parking garage. The burn in her thighs didn't matter. Being the unbothered cool girl was always a performance, but carrying someone who literally couldn't bend her knees was just gravity. You didn't need the concept to do it.

She didn't know when she'd stopped being able to drop it.

***

Then there was Yuna in a sparse waiting room at KBS during their debut week, sitting on a leather couch trying to look like a grown idol, knees pressed tight together, elbows tucked to her ribs. She looked so alone, a giant teenager terrified of taking up too much space. The rest of the group came packaged as 00 and 01 liners, leaving their fifteen-year-old maknae stranded at the bottom of the roster without a single chingoo. Ryujin crossed the room on autopilot, dropping onto the cushion beside her. She reached over, grabbed the loose wire of Yuna's mic pack, and snapped it securely into the clip at her waist. Yuna jumped slightly, looked over, and Ryujin smiled first because someone had to. The tension dropped out of Yuna's shoulders immediately and she leaned her head against Ryujin's bicep.

Five years later, same girl, different couch. The living room two hours ago, girls' night, soju on the floor between them. Yuna had said it quietly into the space between all of them: I'm sorry I'm like this. Horny and stupid and weird.

"You're not stupid," Ryujin had said, and the tenderness in her own voice surprised her so badly she'd corrected within a breath. "You're a LITTLE stupid."

One honest second before the defenses snapped back on. Because staying in it meant acknowledging that Yuna hadn't invented any of this out of nowhere - the bratty confidence, the sexual bravado, the loudness as a shield. Yuna had learned the whole playbook by watching Ryujin do it first. She'd copied Ryujin's swagger so faithfully it came with all the original damage still attached, and now she was sitting on a villa couch apologizing for being the person Ryujin taught her it was cool to be.

Ryujin could've been the unnie who fixed the mic wire one more time. Instead, she'd immediately deflected, pouring another shot and turning it into a joke about hookups. Because acknowledging the damage was harder than performing it.

***

Then there was their dumbass name. Sitting cross-legged on a studio floor for 2TZY while a producer asked them to pick a duo name, both immediately over-thinking it.

"Something cute," Yeji said, straightening her posture.

"Something tough," Ryujin said at the same time, slouching back on her hands.

They looked at each other across the floorboards. Yeji tilted her head, challenging. Ryujin narrowed her eyes, refusing to compromise.

"Ddaeng Ddong," Ryujin blurted out.

Yeji stopped tilting her head, going still. "What?"

"Ryuddaeng, Yeddeong. Ddaeng Ddong." Ryujin gave a single, unapologetic shrug. "Like a doorbell. Because that's the sound we make when we arrive."

Yeji stared at her, blinking slowly. "That's the worst explanation I've ever heard for anything."

"It's ironic."

"It's a doorbell, Ryujin."

"But you like it." Ryujin pointed a sneaker at Yeji's knee.

"I didn't say I liked it." Yeji immediately dropped her chin to hide her mouth.

"You're smiling."

"That's my face," Yeji mumbled to the floor, her ears already turning pink. "It does that sometimes."

They were Ddaeng Ddong from that day forward. It got whispered across dressing rooms and texted at hours that made no sense. Yeji would send Ddaeng Ddong at two in the morning and Ryujin would reply Ddong Ddaeng, a conversation compressed into nonsense words. Nobody else used it because nobody else was meant to.

She tried to remember the last time either of them had texted it and couldn't.

***

Then there was the dark rug of the living room at two in the morning. Ryujin sat with her back against the sofa, her phone lighting up her face. She was deep in a theqoo thread, one of those community posts that went semi-viral and got screenshotted across every platform until it became unavoidable. The title was all-caps: something about wanting Ryujin to stop making "that expression." The expression was the one she made on stage - the lowered chin, the narrowed eyes, the cool-girl face she had spent years perfecting so nobody could see through it.

The comments read like homework-avoiding teenagers who had already decided they hated her before they even clicked the link. She tries so hard to act cool? Her signature 'style' is fucking cringe. And: When she debuted she wasn't like this but now she always has to make that face. A sub-thread had spawned specifically about her rap delivery - how she dropped her voice into that signature low rasp, and how people had to skip her parts because it made them uncomfortable or some shit. Two hundred upvotes. Two hundred strangers dissecting the concept she had built to survive them and deciding it was an embarrassment.

Earlier that month, ITZY's own producer had commented on her public Instagram telling her to get botox. Ryujin had absorbed the hit, logged onto Bubble at four in the morning, and apologized to the public on his behalf, defending the man who insulted her face. She figured it was just another task the job required, and Shin Ryujin was nothing if not ruthlessly committed to the act.

Lia walked out of the hallway wearing an oversized hoodie and carrying two cold glasses of water. She didn't ask what Ryujin was reading because she read it off the tight line of her jaw. She didn't offer a hug or tell her it would be fine because that wasn't her way. Instead, she carefully set one glass on the rug, sat cross-legged beside her, and watched the screen scroll for ten seconds.

Then Lia reached over, trapped Ryujin's thumb, and scrolled back to the top of the thread to read the title. She looked up at Ryujin.

"Wasn't the last round about your legs?"

Ryujin stayed still.

"So you built the face," Lia said. "And now they hate the face too."

Ryujin's lungs emptied. Lia never raised her voice and never softened a truth. You couldn't run a concept around her.

"You know they're mostly miserable twenty-somethings typing this on their commute because their actual jobs suck, right?" Lia added, picking up her water and taking a slow sip. "Total jobless behavior."

Ryujin dropped her head back against the upholstery and bark-laughed at the ceiling, drawing her first real breath in twenty minutes. Lia was back at the villa right now, probably perfectly aware that Ryujin was unraveling long before the fight even started, and Ryujin had walked out before Lia could do the one thing she did better than anyone else.

It made a paranoid edge of Ryujin's brain wonder exactly what else Lia had quietly collected on this trip. Lia acquired secrets effortlessly and wielded them masterfully. If there was actual unexploded ordnance lying around the villa right now, Lia already knew about it. She probably had the exact moment of ruin neatly backed up to a hidden camera roll while the rest of them were too busy making terrible decisions to notice the recording light.

***

Then there was the V Live from April, sometime between the Guess Who comeback teasers and the album drop, with both of them in the practice room at midnight because they'd been working on the point choreography and lost track of time. Yeji had said "should we go live?" and Ryujin had said "we look like shit" and Yeji had said "MIDZY won't care" and she was right, because MIDZY would watch them read a phone book in matching pajamas and still call it content.

They sat on the practice room floor with Yeji's phone propped against a water bottle, their hair wrecked, neither of them wearing any makeup, and they were the most themselves they'd ever been on camera.

Yeji started telling the story about the 2019 Asia Artist Awards rehearsal, the formation disaster where they'd both been standing in the wrong spot and spent ten minutes glaring at each other across the stage because neither would admit they'd miscounted. Ryujin cut in before Yeji even got to the good part - "No, because YOU were in the two-three and I was in the three-two, and you kept INSISTING -" and Yeji fired back "I was NOT in the two-three, you literally walked to the wrong mark and then blamed me for being in your eyeline -" and they were both talking over each other, reconstructing the argument in real time with matching hand gestures, their voices climbing over each other's in the exact same rhythm they'd been fighting in four years ago. Then Ryujin got so animated making her case that her loose pyjama top gaped open at the collar and her tits spilled toward the camera, and she was too deep into proving Yeji wrong to notice or care. Yeji noticed. Mid-sentence, still clapping back about the formation, Yeji reached over and buttoned Ryujin's top with one hand while her mouth kept going about stage markers and Ryujin batted the hand away and Yeji buttoned it again, firmer, eyes still on the camera, finishing her sentence about how Ryujin's spatial awareness had "always been her weakest skill as a performer, honestly." Ryujin's jaw dropped. The chat lost its mind.

It happened eleven times in half an hour. Someone in the comments counted. The chat was moving so fast that the words stacked into a wall of MARRIED MARRIED MARRIED streaming past in real time, and Ryujin read them aloud because reading the comments was part of the V Live format but also because the word was funny, "MARRIED", applied to two girls sitting on a practice room floor at midnight with bad hair and no makeup finishing each other's sentences about a thing that happened when they were trainees.

"They think we're married," Ryujin said to the camera.

Yeji covered her face with both hands and laughed into her palms, and the sound hit Ryujin hard. She had this ridiculous squeaky cackling laugh, pitched way too high for a cat-eyed girl who regularly made grown choreographers adjust their posture, muffled by her fingers but audible because Yeji and volume control had never been formally introduced. Ryujin could've picked that pitch out of a stadium of ten thousand voices, because she'd been hearing it since she was sixteen and her brain had placed it under a word she only ever used for one place and one person.

She'd heard it again and again on this trip, aimed at someone else.

"We're not married," Ryujin said to the camera, leaning back on her hands, grinning. "We're worse than married. Married people can get divorced."

Yeji dropped her hands. Her face had gone gochujang red. "Yah, don't say that."

"What? It's true. You can't divorce your Ddaeng Ddong."

"I absolutely can divorce my Ddaeng Ddong."

"You won't."

Yeji looked at her. The redness faded and what was underneath it was warm and steady and sure. "No," she said. "I won't."

The chat exploded. They'd given them enough material for six compilation videos and enough fan theories to fill a library with Ryeji fanfiction, and it didn't matter because the broadcast wasn't for the fans. The same way the bunk beds weren't for sleeping, and the driving school wasn't for driving, and the streamers weren't for decorating.

And the trip wasn't for Minho.

***

She remembered Chaeryeong standing behind her at a vanity mirror in Manila before a fan-sign event, using her graceful dancer's fingers to tuck three stray strands of pink hair behind Ryujin's ear. Chaeryeong focused on the task with the same gallery curator intensity she used on side dishes. They were talking about some dumb K-drama, and Chaeryeong had sighed wistfully, smoothing the hair down.

"I just think it's nice," Chaeryeong said, her eyes meeting Ryujin's in the glass. "Not having to fight for someone. Just knowing you're totally safe with them, you know? Like, you can be your worst self and they won't care. You can just be, and they won't ask you to be anything else."

"Spare me the monologue," Ryujin snorted, rolling her eyes and leaning away from the gentle hands. "You're so hopelessly vanilla."

Which was a flat-out lie. Ryujin knew for a fact Sunwoo regularly tied that girl to headboards and choked her with silk ribbons until she sobbed, a level of romantic domestic depravity that even Ryujin found kind of intimidating. But Chaeryeong just patted her shoulder, unphased by the insult.

Ryujin spent the next three days obsessing over the word safe. Chaeryeong was building a quiet relationship with Sunwoo that Ryujin aggressively categorized as boring, just to avoid admitting she was jealous of a door she'd nailed shut herself.

***

She remembered the Cozy House kitchen on Jeju, six months after their first group trip to the island back in 2022, back when the five of them were filming a reality show about running a guesthouse. Ryujin had been standing at the stove with a spatula she was holding like a sword, mainly because she didn't or couldn't or wouldn't do things gently. She only did things thoroughly and with sweeping conviction, operating under the belief that if the pajeon was going to be stirred, it was going to know it had been stirred.

"Ryujin-ah, you're not attacking it. Turn the heat down," Yeji said, hovering just over her right shoulder with her arms crossed, radiating intense micromanagement energy despite possessing culinary skills that would have gotten her immediately expelled from JYP if boiling water was a trainee evaluation criteria.

"It's called getting a crisp edge, unnie," Ryujin said, flipping the pancake with borderline violence. "And you're banned from having stove opinions until you figure out how to fry an egg without destroying a non-stick pan."

"I have good taste!" Yeji insisted, still standing her ground because relinquishing control was physically painful for her. "I'm providing leaderly supervision."

"YOU can't even operate a microwave without adult supervision. Step back before you hurt yourself."

Yuna kept weaponizing her ridiculous wingspan, tactically snaking a gangly arm through the gap between Ryujin and Yeji's shoulders every forty seconds to steal half-cooked batter right out of the hot oil. She used her two-inch acrylic nails as heat-resistant tongs, plucking the food with terrifying dexterity to save her actual fingertips from turning into grilled sausages. Lia would actively swat her wrist, Yuna would shriek like she had just been stabbed, and then the same painted claws would reappear thirty seconds later because she operated on pure, unrepentant maknae entitlement and the appetite of three golden retrievers.

Chaeryeong was at the counter arranging banchan, analyzing each small dish, stepping back to evaluate, and adjusting the kimchi by three millimeters. She'd been doing this for twenty minutes, and the kimchi had been repositioned four times. Nobody told her to stop because Chaeryeong arranging things was Chaeryeong at peace and you didn't interrupt Chaeryeong's peace, you just let her align her side dishes and accepted that the table was going to look like a magazine spread.

Yeji had technically been assigned to "hospitality and cleanup" because nobody trusted her with meal preparation for paying guests. A role so devoid of authority she rejected it immediately, electing to act as the kitchen's self-appointed floor manager instead. Officially banished from the heat zones, she spent her time hovering between stations and wielding her personal conviction that garlic solved all human problems, which it did, just not in the sort of fatal quantities Yeji was suggesting. She drifted back to Ryujin's side just to reach past her shoulder and grab a piece of dried squid, meticulously mixing three different condiments on a small plate before dunking the squid into the resulting sludge. Then her face did that tiny twitch between her eyebrows and mouth that meant needs mustard as clearly as if she'd shouted it. Ryujin was already sliding the yellow bottle across the counter before the look finished forming. Six years of catering and dorm meals meant Yeji's face was just a language Ryujin spoke fluently.

"How'd you know I was gonna ask for mustard?" Yeji asked.

"Because it's you." Ryujin kept her eyes on the stove. "You always want mustard."

"Not true. Sometimes I want bean sauce."

"Yeah, forty seconds ago." Ryujin tapped her spatula against the pan. "Your left eyebrow did the bean sauce thing."

"I have a bean sauce thing?"

"You have a whole condiment rack. Left eyebrow is bean sauce. Mouth corner is mustard. Nose scrunch means you're looking for the mayo. And whatever the fuck you just did with the squid in that nasty mayo-chili thing is a crime against humanity."

Yeji stared at the side of her head. "You know my condiment faces."

"Someone has to."

"Since when?"

Ryujin flipped the pajeon again with another dose of aggression. "I don't know, since forever? Same way I know you drive in dead silence because you're scared of missing the GPS, and you take your teddy bears to the doll hospital instead of buying new ones, and you still cry at the Toy Story 3 incinerator scene even though you know they survive."

"I don't cry at cartoons, Ryuddaeng."

"You sniffled. Four times."

Yeji went quiet for a second. She had forgotten her banishment from the heat zone, absently holding a wooden spoon she had no business wielding over the bubbling pot, standing close enough that Ryujin felt the stove's heat radiating off her apron. "You pay attention," she mumbled.

Ryujin hated that tone. It was too soft for the kitchen, too exposed, like Yeji was catching up to the fact that someone had already seen her. It felt like being caught.

"Don't make it weird," Ryujin said, reaching over her for the salt. She pointedly plucked the wooden spoon out of Yeji's hand. "And get the fuck away from that pot. Go supervise the kimchi or something."

When had she decided that knowing Yeji this well was a liability? Because of that damn reflex, the girl she could read better than anyone else had just spent the evening fighting a version of Ryujin who pretended she couldn't read a damn thing.

***

The individual memories blurred together into the sheer physical muscle memory of the five of them moving as a unit. A flash of her walking through Incheon airport, surrounded by flashbulbs and screaming bodies. They moved through the terminal like a Teukgongdae strike team, applying five years of stage formations directly to walking speed. Yeji took point, Lia tucked into her left side, and Ryujin automatically slotted in at stage right. She maintained a strict three-step distance to cover Yeji's blind spot, never checking her spacing. Her body knew where it belonged in the formation.

Tonight she'd deliberately broken the line, leaving a gaping fucking hole on the right side that nobody else had the history to fill.

Ain't nobody like you.

***

The water pulled back, dragging the sand out from under Ryujin's slides. The crushed tangerine was warm against her palm. She was still standing upright, which was going to have to be enough because the next verse was hers.

Because of you, softly permeated in my hard frozen heart, I can't tell you from head to tail, this is not my style.

Except the bunk beds were real.

***

It was the old dorm room before the solo room she'd won in the ghost leg game, before any of the walls she'd put up since. There was bottom bunk Ryujin and top bunk Yeji and the hallway light leaking under the door in a thin gold line while everything outside the room stayed enormous and uncertain and indifferent to whether two rookies in a shared bedroom survived the year.

She used to climb up with her hands finding the ladder rungs in the dark by feel and her bare feet on the cold metal, the mattress dipping when she crawled in beside Yeji while neither of them said anything because saying something would've meant admitting that the trainee evaluations had been brutal or that the choreographer had screamed at them again or that the future was a door they couldn't see through and the only plan anyone had given them was to keep running at it and hope it opened before they hit it. They just lay there breathing, Ryujin on her back and Yeji on her side with their shoulders touching in the narrow bunk while their breathing found the same rhythm by accident.

Sometimes Yeji came down instead, her cold feet finding Ryujin's shins under the blanket and her forehead pressing against Ryujin's collarbone. Ryujin held still to let Yeji's breathing slow against her chest because that was all she needed to do, just be there, just let her body be the thing Yeji leaned against when the world was too heavy to hold upright. It was the same way she'd been leaning into Minho's back at the pool half an hour ago.

Yeji's breathing would even out and Ryujin would lie there listening to it the way she used to listen to the morning routine from the bottom bunk, treasuring the sound of someone she loved being okay. She never had to think about it, because thinking would've meant naming it, and naming it meant admitting that Shin Ryujin, the girl who didn't need anyone, needed this girl so much she climbed a ladder in the dark just to sleep next to her.

Wait. Fuck.

Nineteen-year-old Yeji collapsing onto Ryujin's collarbone in the dark meant loyalty. Twenty-four-year-old Yeji collapsing onto Minho's spine at the pool and his chest on the couch meant treason. But it was the same fucking thing, wasn't it? Just an exhausted girl turning someone into a bed so she didn't have to stand up anymore. Ryujin had spent the last six months going absolutely batshit over it, ripping her best friend to shreds for executing the same trainee reflex she’d used since day one. Someone else caught the weight, and Ryujin took that as permission to burn the whole house down.

And she used to be soft. Before she made being an unbothered bitch her brand, she was just a girl climbing into her best friend's bed because being scared together was better than being tough alone. The middle-finger spine was just a survival tactic. Once the internet decided her thighs were public property, she figured the only way to avoid getting eaten alive was to break everyone's teeth. The concept worked great on cameras and boys. But tonight she'd used it to gut the only person who actually knew how fake it was.

Her jaw ached. The waves kept coming and her own voice in her headphones kept singing about a frozen heart melting.

Yeji's verse came in.

Don't smile like that again, yo, I can't pretend not to know, why do I keep thinking of you again and again, oh my god what on earth are you.

Ryujin wanted to answer so badly her mouth opened to the empty Pacific. The answer was simple: she was the person who'd stayed for Chuseok.

***

Everyone had gone home.

Chuseok break, 2019, the year they'd debuted. The dorm emptied the way it always did around holidays, the shoe rack getting lighter pair by pair over the course of a morning. Lia's white sneakers went first, then Yuna's platform boots because Yuna packed like she was fleeing a fire and was always the first one out the door. Chaeryeong's loafers next, lined up neatly by the door until her sister arrived and then gone. By noon the hallway was quiet enough to hear the pipes in the walls and the fridge hummed louder than usual.

Ryujin was in her room packing. She had her train ticket to Seoul printed, her mom's last text pulled up: What time are you getting to Seoul Station? Appa is making galbi. Her sneakers were on the rack by the door. Her bag was half-zipped on the bed. She was thinking about her dad's galbi and her childhood bedroom and the feeling of sleeping in her house again instead of a dorm, where the walls were thin enough that you could hear someone breathing in the next room.

Through that very wall she heard Yeji in the kitchen. The electric kettle clicking on. A cabinet opening and closing. Then Yeji's voice, on the phone, and Ryujin wasn't trying to listen but the dorm was empty and sound carried.

"No, it's fine, eomma. I know. No, it's just scheduling. It's fine. I'll be fine. I'll just... yeah, I'll probably just practice. Maybe watch something."

Ryujin could hear the lie through a wall. In the tone she used after fourteen-hour practices to tell the managers she was fine. Yeji couldn't get home to Jeonju for Chuseok. The reasons didn't matter. The fact was that the dorm was empty and the holiday was tomorrow and Yeji was boiling water for ramyeon alone in a kitchen designed for five people.

"I'll call you tomorrow morning." Yeji's voice got impossibly small, the sturdy leader act instantly cracking the second she thought about her dogs. "Give Hongsam and Insam a treat for me, okay? Tell them I miss them. Say hi to unnie too. Love you."

The phone call ended. The wrapper crinkled. A minute later, the acrid, unmistakable smell of scorching starch drifted through the vents because Yeji, distracted by trying not to cry over missing her dogs on the night before Chuseok, had put dry noodles in a hot pot and forgotten to add water.

The smoke stung her eyes. She looked at her packed bag, her mom's text, and her sneakers by the door, and came to the blunt, factual realization that her best friend was literally not going to survive a three-day weekend unsupervised. If the sadness didn't take her out, the stovetop definitely would.

She unpacked the bag and put the sneakers back in the closet. She walked into the kitchen, finding Yeji standing at the stove frantically waving a dish towel at a smoking pot, her face trying very hard to look fine with eating alone.

"So what do you want for dinner?"

Yeji looked up, her eyes spectacularly red and brimming with tears that were officially one hundred percent the fault of the starch smoke and absolutely nothing else. "What?"

"For dinner. Burning ramyeon is not dinner, it's a hazard. How the fuck do you even burn a soup?"

"I forgot the water." Yeji looked down at the blackened block of noodles, her voice thick. "Ryujin-ah, you have a train."

"I don't have a train."

"You literally just showed me your ticket this morning."

"Changed my mind. I'm staying. What sounds good, should we order chicken? We should order chicken. Or jjajangmyeon. Both. We should order both."

"You don't have to -"

"I want to. Also, you really need to turn that burner off before the sprinklers go off."

Yeji turned to the stove and grabbed the dial, and her hands were shaking, just enough that the smoking pot rattled against the metal grate. She kept her back turned, and Ryujin let her. They were eighteen and nineteen, and they didn't have the vocabulary yet for whatever Yeji's eyes were doing.

They ordered chicken and jjajangmyeon and tteokbokki because Yeji had said "should we get tteokbokki too?" in a slightly unsteady voice and Ryujin had said "obviously", because obviously anything Yeji wanted tonight she was getting because the alternative was Yeji eating ramyeon alone on the kitchen floor, and that was an image Ryujin rejected the way she rejected bad choreography.

They ate on the floor because the table felt too big. Yeji put a movie on her laptop, but neither of them really watched it. The important thing was the boxed chicken and the fact that they were sitting shoulder-to-shoulder so the empty dorm wouldn't feel so loud.

Yeji passed out halfway through whatever was playing. Her head tipped sideways and landed heavy on Ryujin's shoulder, instantly dead to the world. Ryujin dragged a blanket over both of them with her free hand, careful not to shift her weight. Her dad's galbi was amazing, but she didn't give a shit right now. Throwing away the train ticket hadn't even required a second thought. Yeji was alone and missed her dogs, so Ryujin stayed. There was no other version of that night.

She stayed because leaving simply wasn't an option her body knew how to execute. Reaching for the salt, carrying Yeji to the van, tossing a good train ticket in the trash - her body always did the work while her ego was still building its case.

Tonight she'd managed to override the system. She'd successfully trained herself to walk away instead of going soft, and congratulations to her, the training worked. She was currently standing ankle-deep in freezing ocean water at midnight while her best friend was somewhere far away clinging to a guy she'd fucked to prove a point, all because staying meant admitting she needed her. She'd spent years protecting a fake tough-girl persona, and now she was finding out what happens when you play stupid games.

Who teaches their own body to leave the people who love them and then wonders why they end up alone? Who builds a house for someone and then burns it down because they can't admit they wanted to live in it together? Who picks a fight with the only person who would never fight back, and then wonders why they don't have anyone left to fight with?

She didn't know when she started crying. All she knew was that her face was wet, her breathing was broken, and the salt on her lips wasn't from the ocean.

The last one crawled out of an unremarkable Tuesday afternoon at the company three weeks before the trip.

***

They were dead on the practice room floor during a break, flattened by post-tour exhaustion. Lia was facedown on a yoga mat, Yuna was scrolling on her back, and Chaeryeong was stretching her calves by the mirror.

Yeji sat cross-legged against the glass, maintaining that perfect posture while scrolling. She'd been quiet for ten minutes, which meant she was mapping out exactly how to pitch whatever scheme she was brewing.

"Management said we can pick the location for the trip," Yeji said, not looking up from her screen, but her diction made it clear who the question was directed at.

Ryujin lay flat on the hardwood, forearm draped over her eyes to block the harsh lights. "Mm."

"I was thinking Jeju." Yeji dropped the statement like she was suggesting what to get for lunch. "Jimin recommended the resort where all the industry people hide out. They're going too. They got private villas with room service. Also, BLACKPINK sunbaenim is headlining their summer festival that weekend."

Across the room, Yuna bolted upright, instantly breathless. "Wait! Like, ACTUALLY BLACKPINK sunbaenim?"

"Yes, Yuna-yah, actually BLACKPINK sunbaenim," Yeji said mildly, still looking at her phone.

"Oh my gosh, VIP section?" Yuna demanded, scrambling excitedly to her feet. "Like, breathing the same air? Holy shit, I have to practice my moves."

She abandoned her phone on the hardwood and immediately launched into the chorus choreography for As If It's Your Last, loudly vocalizing the synth bass line to the ceiling. She was hitting the hip isolations with full stadium enthusiasm. Lia didn't even lift her face from her yoga mat. Chaeryeong just watched Yuna pop her hips in the mirror with mild, exhausted amusement.

The tragic irony of that one-woman flash mob was that Yuna's dedication to being a total slut would cost her the tickets two weeks later. Ryujin had blown up the maknae's phone during the midnight drop, well aware Yuna was currently getting her back blown out in some hotel room by that quiet backup dancer they'd gotten into a screaming match over after their tour encore. Ryujin had ceded the guy because she had "options" and he wasn't worth the energy, and now Yuna was too busy riding her hand-me-down dick to answer seven consecutive calls during a national Blink emergency. When the eighth call went to voicemail, Ryujin ruthlessly pivoted to Karina, who was awake and melodramatically sad-girl spiraling over an actor she'd dated for six fucking weeks, because BLACKPINK tickets waited for no man's thrusts. Look, Ryujin respected the hustle, but you don't get to call yourself "Head Blink" if you ignore a midnight drop for mediocre dick that your unnie literally gave you.

She'd screamed at Yuna for an hour over that guy and forgotten his name by morning because the things she fought hardest over were never the things she kept or cared about.

But in the moment, Yuna screaming the lyrics provided the perfect distraction.

Ryujin moved her arm just enough to squint up at Yeji's face. She kept her jaw locked to hide the massive spike of adrenaline hitting her chest. Yeji knew what she was doing - she'd weaponized the festival lineup specifically to guarantee Ryujin would bite.

"Jeju's perfect," Ryujin stated evenly.

A tiny shift moved across Yeji's face. The corners of her eyes softened. She pressed her lips into a deeply satisfied line before quickly burying the reaction by dropping her thumb back to the glass.

"I thought you might agree," Yeji replied, scrolling faster.

The whole exchange took twenty seconds. Ryujin dropped her arm back over her eyes and completely forgot about it.

***

She stood in the freezing surf and finally realized how much of an idiot she was.

The damaged tangerine was still sticky in her hand. She was still standing on Jeju right now. The same island where she'd declared to a camera two years ago that it was her favorite place on Earth. The same island where Yeji had driven a rental car too carefully through the mist and asked her, casual as suggesting lunch: should we come build a house in the mountains at Jeju-do and live here later?

When management handed over the company card, Yeji picked Jeju.

Yeji had actually done it.

She'd built the house in the mountains. She just built it out of a private villa rental and a clear week in July instead. And Ryujin had willfully walked right out the front door and tried to burn it down.

Yeji had never picked between them. She'd brought Minho for herself and booked Jeju specifically for Ryujin, just to fulfill a casual promise she'd made years ago. She had room for both of them. Ryujin was the only one who demanded a choice. She manufactured a war out of pure insecurity, locked onto a made-up threat, and fired a kill shot point-blank into her own teammate.

I'm the type of girl that should do everything she wanna do, I'm the type of girl that should have everything she wanna have, now I want you bad, I can't lose, so babe ain't nobody like you.

The track hit its final chorus. It was supposed to be a flex, but tonight it sounded like an instruction manual. She wanted her best friend back. Her feet were already shifting in the wet sand, ignoring her brain's objections because her body had taken over and it was screaming to go home.

She measured love in the only units she knew: tallying who fucked who, who came first, and whose body earned what. She crammed every single interaction into a sexual hierarchy because she was too thick to use any other metric. That meant she wasted the whole trip treating Yeji's happiness as a personal attack instead of recognizing the same old reflex, the one she'd been using since they were trainees, the one that had always meant I care about you so much that I want to be the person who takes care of you when you're too tired to stand.

The path was dark. The island smelled like the trip Yeji had built for them, and Ryujin was suddenly standing in the middle of it feeling like an absolute fucking idiot.

A harsh, ragged laugh tore out of her throat, sounding wrecked against the empty beach. She brought her hand up to aggressively scrub the tears off her cheeks, forgetting what she was holding. The crushed tangerine dragged directly across her face, smearing sticky, sweet-acidic citrus oil over her jaw and mixing it straight into the salt of her own crying.

"You're infuriating, Yeddeong," she said out loud to the dark water. Her voice cracked right down the middle, thick and wet. "What the fuck am I doing."

She stood there - twenty-three years old, alone, her face sticky with ruined fruit and regret, and desperate to get back to the villa before she lost the only person she cared about more than anything.

***

She dragged her phone out of her pocket with trembling fingers and bypassed the music app's shuffle button. She had spent the damn trip letting an algorithm throw tracks at her like emotional shrapnel, letting it score her misery while she kept her hands clean. That was over. She jabbed the search bar, and her wet, sandy thumb skated uselessly across the glass three times in a row, leaving a gritty orange smear where the keyboard should have been. She wiped her hand on her shorts, tried again, got as far as BE before the screen registered a phantom tap and pulled up Beyoncé's entire discography.

"Oh, FUCK off."

She held the phone up to her mouth like she was about to bite it. "Siri, play 'Bet On Me' by ITZY." She was already composing the unhinged rant for the group chat about Apple's war on wet fingers when a calm, unbothered voice cut through her AirPods.

"Here's 'Bet On Me' by ITZY."

She stared at the screen. Siri had come through. First useful thing anyone had done for her all trip, and it was a stupid voice assistant with zero emotional intelligence. She shoved the phone back against her thigh and kept walking.

The synth settled into her headphones, slow enough to pace the break of the waves.

There's nothing inside me, not yet.

She tightened her grip on the sticky tangerine and took her first step off the beach. The bass dropped two seconds later, vibrating against the base of her skull, and walking immediately felt too passive.

She broke into a jog, kicking heavy clumps of wet sand onto the back of her shorts while she aimed for the dark opening of the coastal path. Her wet slides slapped against the steep dirt incline and the jog naturally escalated into a desperate, lung-burning sprint.

The cold air scraped her throat as she dragged in raw breaths that tasted of copper. The dirt path spiked violently past the tree line, flooding her thighs with burning acid on the ascent. The slides flapped uselessly against her heels, slipping backward in the loose gravel with every awkward push, and her lower back seized hard enough to make her want to collapse into the damp ferns and just breathe.

Walking in the dark, the compass broken.

Hot, bitter resentment burned in her chest over walking out that door, but she refused to stop. She clamped her jaw tight, dropped her hips low, and forced her body to move like she did on stage. She attacked the incline like a dance break, anchoring her weight and driving her toes hard into the rubber to keep the sandals from flying off. She snapped her core with every stride, forcing her heavy knees upward whenever her thighs failed.

Without the courage to fall, you can never fly.

The lyrics pulsed through her headphones in a punishing tempo that matched the frantic slapping of her sandals up the slope. Sweat broke across her forehead and slid hot and stinging into her eyes, but she left it there. Her lungs starved and her legs shuddered under the vertical climb as the spite burned out into pure exhaustion.

But still, I can't stop.

She gritted her teeth and threw her shoulders forward in rigid pumps, twisting her torso to drag her dead legs up the incline. An invisible tether looped around her ribs and pulled tight, dragging her straight back to the girl on the deck. The earlier anger had launched her up the first half of the hill, leaving only the agonizing need to see Yeji's face to pull her through the rest. Every muscle tore and rebuilt around the single necessity of going home to her Yeddeong.

The messy, sliding rhythm of her feet hitting the dirt dragged her mind straight back to the music video set. She remembered pounding the asphalt inside the echoing concrete underpass with the girls flanking her sides. The director had ordered them to sprint full-force toward the blinding white exposure at the end of the tunnel. A strange, weightless euphoria had rushed into her lungs on that final take. She felt so free under the staging lights, stripped of complex choreography and reduced to pure forward movement alongside her members, her sisters, her family.

She had spent five years confusing invincibility with freedom. She built a bulletproof cage out of swagger and casual cruelty, convinced that needing nothing made her untouchable. But feeling her lungs burn in the dark, she finally understood the high of that staged sprint. Real freedom wasn't about outrunning every single thing that could hurt her. It lived in the terrifying, wide-open act of choosing what you ran toward.

The tree canopy swallowed the path in darkness just as the track surged into the final chorus. Ryujin dragged in a ragged breath and let her chest heave against the steep grade before looking up. A faint teal glow filtered through the dense branches near the top, where the underwater lights of the villa pool bled into the night.

Following that faint light, I want to run there.

She ignored the burning in her calves and locked her eyes on the glow to keep running.

***

The next song played and Kill Shot hit the bridge in her left ear as her slide caught the last stone step. The apology she'd been rehearsing on the run - three tight sentences, in and out before Yeji could hide in the villa and pretend everything was fine - evaporated. Because something was wrong with the music.

Kill shot, guess what? Without leaving a single one, hit ya, swish swish -

Except the swish swish wasn't coming from the goddamn track.

There was a wet percussion bleeding through the left pod that had no business being in the mix. Heavy and rhythmic. A thick smack that synced with the bassline for two bars before falling half a beat behind. She frowned, pressed the silicone deeper into her ear, and caught it again. Louder than the track. Bouncing off the stone walls somewhere past the hedges.

She yanked the earbud out.

The Jeju night hit her unscored. The outdoor shower was running at full blast. The pool filter hummed. And cutting straight through the steam curling over the top of the stone stall came the sharp, unmistakable sound of wet flesh violently slapping wet flesh.

Swish-smack.

Swish-smack.

Ryujin stopped breathing because what she saw felt like a shot through the heart.

She stepped off the crushed gravel and pressed her back flat against the dark side of the hedges. The tangerine in her fist was sweating. She was gripping it hard enough to bruise the peel.

Teal light from the pool flooded the courtyard. Minho's board shorts were drifting toward the skimmer in the deep end. Three steps closer, crumpled on the dry deck right outside the shower stall, Yeji's brown bikini sat in a puddle on top of the white mesh cover-up she'd worn all day. Stripped off mid-stride, apparently, with the bottoms turned inside out.

The last time Ryujin saw them, Yeji was practically hiding inside Minho's shirt on the terrace, looking like she was about to cry into his spine and call it rain. That was what... a little while ago.

Ryujin mouthed holy fuck, Hwang to nobody and swallowed hard.

The shower's slatted bamboo doors were shoved wide open. Pool light cut through the steam, throwing bright horizontal stripes across the dark volcanic tile.

And across the two people using it.

The absolute whiplash of the contrast made Ryujin want to physically gag. Apparently these two fucking disasters were either so aggressively horny or so hopelessly emotionally fucked up that they had just mutually agreed to start using their crotches for emotional release.

Yeji was bent double. One hand was planted flat against the wet wall while the shower head dumped heavy water straight between her shoulder blades, flooding down the arch of her back. Minho stood right behind her, his right hand clamped over the dip of her waist to lock her hips firmly in place while his left arm reached across her body to wrap his fingers around the front of her throat, aggressively pulling her head straight back into the rushing spray.

This was the exact same shower where Ryujin had caught him balls-deep in Yuna yesterday morning, minutes before she'd dragged him out of this exact stall to violently ride him blind on the pool wood. She had just had this guy inside her yesterday morning. But the sheer physical shock locking her ribs right now came from how the fuck they were doing it.

Ryujin watched his cock drive straight forward and vanish between Yeji's thighs, burying it so deep the base of his shaft smacked flush against her dripping ass with a wet crack before he pulled back to let the thick friction rip loud over the falling water and violently slammed right back in, every single driving thrust knocking Yeji's shoulders dangerously forward and swinging her bare breasts against the dark stone.

Ryujin had tracked Hwang Yeji's behavior for seven years and she had never seen her willingly take this angle - Yeji absolutely did not do doggy, she got on top and aggressively set the fucking pace so she could look down and watch boys desperately scramble to piece themselves together. Yeji once bent a male idol's thumb backward at a club until something audibly popped just because he put his hands on her exposed waist, she strictly never let any guy put his hands anywhere near her neck, and she did not make high, desperate whining noises while letting herself get manhandled in a courtyard.

This girl happily letting her head get pinned back by her throat while taking a heavy pounding from behind and dropping breathless, half-choked whines out of her mouth was doing all three of those strictly forbidden things at the exact same time, a total fucking stranger hijacked into her best friend's body that was haphazardly operating those same hips Ryujin had watched systematically destroy dozens of industry guys just for the sport of it.

Bitch, what the FUCK are you doing.

Minho slid his left hand around the side of Yeji's face, clamping his wet palm directly over her mouth to muffle the raw sounds she was spilling into the courtyard.

Yeji's hand snapped up. She seized his wrist, violently ripped his hand away from her lips, and pinned his arm flat backward against the tile.

"No." The word tore out of her. It was gasped and wrecked, but it carried the exact same iron authority she used to snap fifty backup dancers to attention when they were doing their BORN TO BE rehearsals. "Let them hear."

"Then tell them." His voice cut through the steam, dark and breathless. "Tell them whose you are."

"Yours." Yeji threw her head straight back into the falling water. "Fuck. Minho. Yours."

Ryujin's fist clenched shut. The tangerine gave way, the thick rind snapping open and bleeding warm fruit juice aggressively into her palm.

Hwang Yeji wrote the manual on absolute self-ownership. She and Ryujin had spent years tearing up the traditional idol handbook to build a shared philosophy around being unapologetic and bulletproof. They lived by a core doctrine and modeled it for the younger girls until the attitude became bone memory. You take exactly what you want and you never give anyone the privilege of claiming you. Ryujin knew the rules intimately. They had forged them together over the wreckage of exhausted men in breathless hotel rooms, fiercely proud that they could devour the industry and still keep the high ground.

And right now, Yeji was standing naked in an open stall and practically screaming yours into the Jeju night air with all the villa's doors wide open.

"Face me," Yeji demanded.

He pulled out. The wet, hollow pop of the separation rang off the stone. Yeji didn't even wait to find her footing before she whipped around, her bare spine slamming hard right back against the wall. She immediately hooked a wet leg over his hip. Minho dropped both hands under her thick thighs and hoisted her off the ground.

She locked her ankles tight behind his back. He drove straight upward into her.

The sound Yeji made - a high, wrecked "Oh..." buried directly into his collarbone - was a noise Ryujin had never heard her make in her life.

Don't feel it. Just make them feel it. Take the control and don't let it touch you.

That was the Yeji she knew - the arrogant bitch who rode their cameraman with her stupid pink highlight bobbing around while she and Ryujin rated the guy's stroke game out loud, and the terrifying leader who sat down on Stray Kids' visual center and clinically dismantled him on a penthouse mattress purely to prove a fucking point.

This Yeji was contracting her core to drag herself deeper down a guy's dick. Her wet back squeaked and slid against the stone with every brutal upward slam of his hips, and she was hiding her flushed face in his neck like she wanted to permanently crawl inside his ribs.

Ryujin clamped her free hand over her own mouth. Sticky fruit juice burned the open cut on her lip.

"I'm close," Yeji choked. The words fractured in her throat. Her nails dug violently into his wet shoulders. "Don't stop. Don't... don't change anything..."

Yeji did not beg. Ever. She handed out instructions. She gave guys live choreography notes while she was on top of them. Seven out of ten. Decent stamina. Stop thrusting up, you're throwing off the center of gravity.

This girl was begging him.

Her hips seized. A sharp gasp caught in her throat, and raw physical tension locked up her thick thighs. She went rigid against the wet wall, wrapping him in a death grip.

Then she just broke.

The sound she let out started guttural and climbed into this unhinged, breathless high note that bounced off the shower walls and flooded the yard. Her thighs crushed in on Minho's waist. She wrenched his shoulders forward, burying her face into his wet skin, and shook against the tile in violent, heavy spasms. She was clamping down on him so hard Ryujin could physically see Yeji's abs jumping and flexing under the spray from beyond the gate.

Minho's rhythm shattered. His thrusts got short and desperate. His hips kept stuttering. Ryujin knew the exact signs because she had just been under him when his body pulled this exact stalling routine. He was right on the absolute edge.

Yeji felt it too.

The blood in Ryujin's veins went cold. Her brain immediately queued up the mental footage of Yeji lifting cleanly off the cameraman right before the guy lost it. She braced for the clean, clinical dismount, because that was the rule. That was always the rule.

Except Yeji didn't move.

"Inside," Yeji breathed into his wet neck. The word was muffled, dirty, and totally wrecked.

She locked her crossed ankles tighter. She dug her heels directly into his lower spine, wrenching his hips flush and refusing to give him an inch of space to pull back. She wasn't asking for it. She was ordering him to cum inside her before his brain even caught up to the trap.

Minho dropped his forehead against the stone wall right next to her ear. His broad shoulders seized up. He let out a harsh groan straight into her wet hair, drove his hips in deep, and Ryujin stood in the bushes and watched his whole body aggressively shudder while he knocked up her best friend.

The fruit in Ryujin's fist was just obliterated pulp.

***

September 2021. Hotel room after Inkigayo. Yeji was bouncing on their cameraman's lap with that stupid pink streak in her hair while Ryujin laughed so hard from the second bed she almost choked. They were running a tag team, passing him back and forth for twenty minutes, shouting out scores out of ten. The second his hips started jerking, Yeji pulled off. Smooth, bored, and perfectly clean. Ryujin swapped in, took the mess inside herself, and sincerely asked afterward why Yeji never just stayed put and took the creampie.

Yeji's cat eyes narrowed, turning even sharper than they normally were. "I don't give that part of myself away, Ryuddaeng. It's mine to control."

Three months later. The MAMA afterparty. Ryujin sat backwards on a chair and watched Jihyo teach Yeji how to turn the pull-out into a psychological weapon after Chan had accidentally doused her insides with his seed. Ten seconds later, Yeji walked across the penthouse, sat directly on Hwang Hyunjin's dick while Dahyun slapped her whiteboard marker against her palm screaming "HWANG ON HWANG, I have been WAITING for this card," and climbed off right as he lost it. She hovered over his chest while he shot on his own stomach, swiping a finger through the mess and tasting it like she was judging a fucking soup. "Good face. Terrible pacing." She owned the whole room that night.

The rule is absolute, Ryujin had realized right then. No exceptions. Nobody gets to keep her.

And then four hours later she caught Yeji standing by the penthouse glass, quietly, obsessively scrubbing at a drop of Chan's accidental cum on her thigh. Four hours later and Yeji was still trying to wash the evidence off her skin.

***

Back in the courtyard, present-day Yeji was standing still under the shower head, just watching Minho's thick cum slowly slide down the inside of her tanned thigh.

And she was smiling.

Ryujin swallowed dry air.

White mess dripped down Yeji's leg. The heavy shower stream washed the first drop away, but a thicker clump immediately pushed out to replace it. Her body was casually returning whatever she had forced him to pump into her. Yeji watched the mess fall, and then she tilted her wet head up at Minho. Her face was wiped clean of the frantic, disgusted scrubbing that had haunted that MAMA penthouse.

"Messy," Yeji murmured. She sounded giddy and amused.

It's mine to control.

The sticky fruit juice was drying on Ryujin's palm as a massive, ugly truth finally dropped heavy into her stomach - Yeji pulled off every guy she fucked because pulling off meant she permanently secured the high ground, forcing boys to cum on themselves because it meant she never had to participate in the terrifying reality of being vulnerable with them. Mine to control just meant that when a guy was ruined and desperate for her, Yeji got to stay untouched, keeping the men in her bed at arm's length the exact same way she kept everyone else boxed out behind the impenetrable leader smile and the strict three-meter broadcast buffer.

And tonight, she'd given it away like it was nothing. She dug her heels into his spine, demanded it inside, and dropped the word like it didn't cost her a damn thing. Not a single flinch. Her body executed the hold on pure reflex, smooth as hitting a center stage mark or catching Ryujin's eye across a packed green room. Which meant this wasn't the first time. Which meant she had probably been doing this with him since day one. For five hidden years. Ryujin had sat in a dozen hotel beds watching Yeji coldly pull off every guy in the industry, stupidly convinced she was watching the real girl.

Minho dropped to both knees on the flooded stone. He scooped water in his bare hands and started washing her thighs, but the cleanup got derailed immediately. His broad thumbs started tracing the wide flare of her hips, his fingers sliding up into her waist. Yeji leaned back relaxed against the tile and just let him touch her. She dropped one hand lazily onto his wet hair and dragged her thumb over his temple.

His hand slid lower between her thighs and stayed there, and Yeji's head tipped back against the tile while her fingers tightened in his hair. Whatever he was doing with his hand, he was patient about it, and Yeji's breathing went visible in the steam - her ribs expanding in slow, shaky pulls that Ryujin recognized from six years of watching Yeji try to hold herself together in front of cameras. Except this time she wasn't holding anything together. Her hips rocked forward once, twice, and a small broken sound carried across the wet stone, barely louder than the shower spray, and her whole body shuddered in a long, quiet wave that started at her thighs and rolled upward through her stomach and shoulders until she went still with her hand buried in his hair and her mouth open against the falling water.

Minho reached up and killed the water. The rushing noise vanished, leaving nothing but the pool filter humming and loud drops hitting the drain.

Yeji grabbed the only towel off the bamboo door. She was naked, water pouring off her shivering shoulders, but she ignored herself and wrapped the dry cotton securely around his chest instead. She turned her back on him and walked barefoot onto the dry pool wood, stopping right over her crumpled brown bikini.

She bent straight down at the waist. The gap in the bushes gave Ryujin a direct, glaring angle she did not want to see. Yeji's slit was swollen thick and dark pink, and a heavy, sloppy smear of white cream sat right at the entrance where the shower water missed. The underwater pool LEDs lit the whole mess up like a neon sign.

Yeji peered back over her bare shoulder through her dripping hair. She shot Minho this lazy, thoroughly fucked smirk, and clearly held the bent-over angle for an extra second for his eyes alone.

She grabbed the mesh dress, straightened up, and started walking back toward the house with this heavy, wildly satisfied sway in her hips.

The bitch who spent four hours flicking Bang Chan's accident off her skin was strolling naked across an open pool deck wearing Minho's cum and grinning about it.

Minho caught her around her bare waist before she made it three steps. He pressed a quick, loud kiss to her wet eyebrow, then immediately hooked both arms under her thighs and swept her off the ground.

"MINHO -" Yeji shrieked.

"Hold on."

"PUT ME -"

She flailed. Both her hands scrambled blindly for something to hold onto and locked around his bare dick.

The towel immediately dumped off his shoulders. "What are you DOING?" Minho barked, cracking up.

"I'm falling, I need a handle!"

"That is literally NOT a handle!"

Yeji threw her head back and laughed, loud and bright and unfiltered.

Minho carried her across the pool deck with Yeji holding onto his dick like a subway strap, the teal water glowing behind them, both of them cracking up.

The dark living room swallowed them up. Their laughter bounced off the indoor tile, dropping lower and fainter as he carried her up the massive glass staircase, until the villa finally went dead silent.

The heavy glass patio door clicked locked.

Ryujin stood frozen in the bushes. The crushed fruit in her fist was slow-dripping sticky juice onto her feet.

The pool deck was deserted and Ryujin stepped into the light.

Two sets of wet footprints tracked a direct line from the shower stall to the sliding glass door. Right in the middle of the trail, fat drops of milky white fluid sat directly on the dry volcanic stone, glowing faintly in the pool light.

The wet footprints were already baking into the warm wood.

The drop stayed.

Ryujin stared at it and finally got it. She had spent half a year treating Minho like a hostile invasion, entirely missing the truth. The massive Jeju villa rental, the refused Ddaeng Ddong divorce, the freezing toes under the dorm blankets - whenever Yeji cared about someone, she threw everything she had at them. Building houses in the mountains and locking her wet ankles together to demand a guy permanently wreck her were the exact same emotional reflex, reserved strictly for the tiny circle of people she planned to keep.

The brutal pull-out rule and the dead-eyed top energy were an impenetrable wall built to keep the rest of the industry the fuck out. Ryujin had stared at Yeji's final boss Leader concept for seven years and believed it was the real person.

But the terrified girl who used to crawl down a metal ladder in the dark just to touch somebody she trusted hadn't vanished. She found a much better place to hide, and she had always been capable of screaming yours with the windows wide open.

The pool light hit Ryujin from below, throwing harsh teal shadows up her face as she stood frozen at the ledge. Her calves were shredded from the mountain sprint, and her ribs burned from hauling raw panic across the island, demanding the same physical reset she had sought in this water two days ago when she crawled out of Minho's bed trying to scrub him off her skin.

She kicked her wet slides onto the dry stone and stepped off the ledge in her denim shorts, leaving her clothes on and her fist welded around the destroyed tangerine as she let her knees give out to hand her exhausted body over to the deep end.

She leaned her head back to float, letting the water absorb the weight of her soaked clothes while the night air brushed her face. For thirty quiet seconds under the dark canopy, her brain shut the fuck up and surrendered to gravity.

Then the glass door clicked shut upstairs, but the bedroom window stayed wide open, letting the giggling from the courtyard mutate into thick, suffocated vowels bleeding across the night air. A heavy thud shook the ceiling, followed by wood banging against stone and another heavy impact, and then Yeji's voice dropped the leash. The fractured whimpering Ryujin had caught outside the shower turned loud and unguarded as the girl allowed herself to be physically dismantled.

Ryujin lay paralyzed in the water while two people destroyed a room above her, leaving her nowhere to hide from the noise. Any other night she would have made a sarcastic joke or mentally rated the guy's stamina, but knowing what it cost Hwang Yeji to drop the act and beg to be taken apart turned the sound into something she had no right to be hearing.

Something glass shattered upstairs, a lamp or a bottle swept off the nightstand, and the crack carried all the way to the pool deck while the two people who caused it kept right on destroying each other.

Ryujin exhaled every ounce of air in her lungs and sank.

The water rushed up to drag the world under, flattening the vicious thudding from the second floor into a dull vibration against her skull that faded away until the surface sealed shut over her head. The silence swallowed the noise above while soaked denim turned her shorts into concrete, pulling her steadily toward the ceramic floor.

Forcing her eyes open into the chlorine sting, she uncurled her fingers to let the destroyed tangerine drift weightlessly out of her palm. Orange flecks scattered into the turquoise current, washing the sticky wreckage of the night off her skin until the mess dissolved into nothing.

Her heartbeat hammered steady and hot in her flooded ears while the pool lights stretched her shadow across the white tile below. Dark strands of hair drifted around her face to catch the teal glow, spreading into a weightless veil that washed the heavy, bitter attitude away.

The memories of the trip played back behind her open eyes, losing their teeth in the chlorine now that the anger had washed off them. Yeji in the kitchen humming to a private playlist while leaning blindly against Minho's shoulder. Yeji waist-deep in the ocean, tightening her grip on his neck every time a swell hit so the water couldn't steal him. Yeji going heavy against his chest on the living room couch with a quiet exhale, letting someone hold her up because she was tired of doing it alone.

I'm not her. I don't need soft.

She'd said it yesterday morning on this same pool deck, leaning into Minho's ear with her back arched and her voice hard, daring him to wreck her because asking for tenderness would have killed her faster than anal ever could.

What if I do?

She'd always known. She'd wanted soft her entire career, through every frat house and every oversized sex toy and every man she collected and destroyed and forgot, through strutting naked into lunch to shock a table full of people who had only ever asked her to show up, through years of performing indestructible for an audience that would have loved the girl who climbed bunk ladders and stayed during Chuseok and bought streamers for a party that never happened. The swagger came later. The act came later. The girl who showed up came first, and she'd been enough the whole time.

Her lungs traded their dull ache for a sharp burn, demanding air with every heavy thump against her ribs while the soaked denim anchored her legs in the deep end. Hanging suspended between the tile and the surface, out of breath and out of excuses, she tucked her knees and kicked hard off the ceramic floor.

She broke the surface gasping, dragging the night air deep into her lungs as chlorine and jasmine flooded her throat, only to find the villa still overhead. The frantic thudding had stopped, leaving the open bedroom window to spill a low, fading murmur from Minho over the patio before softening into silence.

And then Yeji laughed.

That squeaky, unfiltered cackle pitched too high for a girl who regularly terrified grown choreographers, the exact pitch from their trainee dorms and midnight V Lives that Ryujin could pick out of a stadium crowd because her brain had filed it under the feeling of home before she even knew the word for it.

The laugh floated across the water to settle warmly on Ryujin's wet face, loosening the tight fist in her chest enough to allow a full, deep breath.

As pale grey crept along the eastern edge of the sky, Ryujin rolled onto her back to give her weight to the pool. Her ears sank below the surface, blurring the laughter into the steady hum of the filter while she floated there, letting the chill seep into her shoulders and prune her fingers. Her body was already making the decision her mind had refused to articulate, operating on the same instinct that offered her own back as a mattress after a twelve-hour rehearsal or fixed a fifteen-year-old's mic wire the second she caught the panic. Her body knew what it was built for, and it had been screaming the answer at her for hours while she deafened herself with spite.

She was going to protect what Yeji found, carrying the history of this night in her chest and using every ugly minute of it the same way she ignored the burn in her thighs to carry Yeji to the van on a twelve-hour practice day. All because the person you carried it for trusted you enough to go limp, and the burning was just the price.

Above her, the couple upstairs went back to redecorating, apparently unsatisfied with the paint job. She floated under the lightening sky until the cold crept past her ribs and the water stopped feeling like a cradle.

Karina would probably call this a "baptism" or some shit. Karina, who was apparently Catholic despite having done some distinctly uncatholic things with Ryujin in a Yonsei frat house two nights ago, would look at a girl floating alone in a pool at dawn and find the sacrament in it, because Karina found God in everything and Shin Ryujin, whose surname literally meant 'God' and who'd been nicknamed "God Ryujin" by fans who clearly hadn't met her, found God in nothing, which was probably why one of them had a spiritual vocabulary for moments like this and the other one was pruning in chlorine.

***

[YUNA - THIRD PERSON]

The pink blinds were the wrong pink.

Two days ago they'd been perfect, the exact shade she'd picked to turn this room into Shin Yuna's Personal Territory, and now the same bubblegum looked like expired strawberry Yakult, that sad pink that happens when something meant to be fun has been sitting in fluorescent lighting too long and nobody wants to drink it anymore but nobody's thrown it out either.

She'd practically sprinted to her room after girls' night cratered, which, to be fair, was on-brand. Shin Yuna's official response to consequences had always been to leave the room before they fully arrived, a strategy that had worked brilliantly right up until the consequences started following her through walls in the form of rhythmic furniture displacement from the master bedroom directly on the other side of her headboard. She'd never seen her unnies fight before, and Yeji and Ryujin-unnie bickered constantly, Tom and Jerry energy where Ryujin stole Yeji's charger and Yeji threatened to cut Ryujin's hair in her sleep, but their fights had always ended in someone laughing or someone getting put in a headlock, and none of them had ever ended with one unnie storming out the door and the other getting her insides rearranged as coping therapy with the window wide open and the whole villa as the live studio audience.

Her phone sat right there on the nightstand, charging on the pink stand she'd brought (also from home, also matching, she had a SYSTEM), and her hand went to it because that's what her hand did. Her thumb automatically opened the apps to chase validation, hunting for a dopamine hit that would make her feel something before repeating the cycle. She'd been running this loop since she was sixteen and figured out that looking herself up online while touching herself was literally the fastest way to feel alive, and she'd gotten so good at it she kept a spreadsheet tracking her personal bests. It was either peak self-improvement or a cry for help depending on who you asked, and Yuna had never asked because asking would've interrupted her masturbating sprints.

She hadn't masturbated today. When was the last time that had happened? The answer was in her notes, it was always in her notes, but she didn't feel like opening the file. The numbers belonged to someone else, someone louder, someone who gave a shit about her own numbers.

She unlocked her phone anyway, because muscle memory was a bitch, and scrolled into the feed: TikTok first, then Instagram - her own grid, first, always, because Shin Yuna's morning scroll started with confirming Shin Yuna was still hot, which was like checking whether the sun had risen, but she did it anyway - then the fan accounts, then the comment sections, down the rabbit hole.

Her finger was between her legs before she'd made a conscious decision to put it there. Middle finger tracing slow circles over her clit in the groove she'd been wearing since predebut, the motion her body knew like breathing, the touch that had produced three orgasms before breakfast two mornings ago and four on the plane to Jeju and an uncountable number in dorm bathrooms across six years of trainee housing with thin walls and early schedules.

The fan accounts gave her what they always gave her. Her Waterbomb fancam reposted with heart-eye emojis. A Koreaboo article she'd already read twice. Pann comments translated into English by accounts that existed solely to tell Korean idols what Korean strangers thought about their hip-to-waist ratios.

She's pretty, has a great body, and a healthy mindset too. Yuna is genuinely so nice to look at.

Born in 2003, but she has such a mature charm that it's fascinating and makes you keep watching...

These comments used to charge her up. Two days ago she'd have read this exact praise and her finger would've sped up, the words going straight to her clit like her pussy ran on public approval, which was probably a concerning way to be wired but she'd never questioned it because it WORKED, it had always worked: be hot, get told you're hot, get off on being told you're hot, repeat forever.

Her proportions and her face are unreal.

She's born to be a celebrity. She's tall, has a small face and good body proportions.

They measured her small face and good proportions with numbers, strangers who'd never heard her voice crack on a high note or watched her cry in a V Live because she was scared she'd never be good enough and MIDZYs kept calling her special when she was literally one of many nineteen-year-olds. Her finger kept circling because that's what it did, muscle memory running the program while the program produced nothing, and somewhere between one circle and the next the signal stopped arriving.

Her waist is unbelievably tiny. She naturally has hips too.

Face and body-wise, she and Jang Wonyoung are the top two.

She's beyond human.

So the strangers ranked her. They sorted her into a tier list like a gacha character, comparing her body to Wonyoung's like they were phone specs, and her finger kept moving against a stubbornly dry clit. Her body had never refused her in her entire life. The nervous system that dragged her off on a toilet in under two minutes, gave her an orgasm during turbulence at 30,000 feet, and finished four times before noon on the first day of this trip suddenly had nothing for her.

The way she deliberately wears it low so it shows is sooo guilty.

Bored commuters turned her clothing choices into evidence, evaluating her hips like a crime scene.

Nice to look at.

Her finger stopped dead at those words.

Two mornings ago she'd watched herself in that mirror while she came, filming herself because watching Shin Yuna lose control was the hottest thing Shin Yuna had ever seen, and she'd called herself a disaster and meant it like a trophy. Now she was lying in a dark room scrolling comments about her proportions and watching herself from outside, being scored the same way they scored her, and the thing that had been the thrill was eating her alive because she was content, she was product, she was nice to look at and nice to look at was all anyone had ever bothered to type about Shin Yuna at three in the morning on a Korean forum, and her body had finally caught up to what that meant.

Noise bled through the shared wall from Yeji's room.

The sounds started familiar. Muffled bedsprings groaned while Yeji's voice climbed into registers that two mornings ago had sent Yuna into competitive overdrive, racing to time her climax to the noises like she always did.

She tried again, shoving two fingers straight between her legs to dig directly past the harsh, dragging friction. Her pussy stayed stubbornly dry, but she forced her hand deep anyway to grind aggressively against her clit, locking her pumping arm to the frantic thudding of the headboard on the other side of the plaster. Every time Minho slammed into Yeji next door, Yuna violently matched the impact, thrashing her fingers inside herself to shock her own nervous system into operating.

Instead of the heavy, dripping slip that reliably ruined her sheets every morning, the raw friction burned. Her tight skin scraped hotly against her knuckles, stinging meaner the faster she pumped until a vicious cramp seized her wrist from fighting the uncooperative grip. Lying alone in the dark, she kept brutally rubbing an embarrassingly dry hole for zero payoff, trapped in the exact same frantic loop as someone aggressively refreshing a dead app until her arm finally gave out and she dropped her empty hand.

Then the rhythm broke. Yeji laughed and started bossing him around, bodies shifting over the mattress while they argued about camera angles. Yuna recognized that chaos from a thousand rehearsals. They carried pure ITZY practice-room energy into the bed, clearly failing at something and cracking up about it.

Then Yeji's voice went small.

"This angle makes my tits look flat," she said, muffled through the wall, and every word bled clearly through the plaster because the property had zero respect for privacy. "I look like a kid from up here."

Yuna's hand froze.

Minho answered her, his voice dropping low and warm against the plaster. "They're perfect. You're perfect."

Yeji threw an accusation about Karina's cleavage at dinner to deflect him, and his response bled right through the plaster, warm and utterly unbothered by the joke. "I'm saying it because they're perfect." Yeji gasped, a sharp sound cutting off her defense, before his voice dropped lower. "And because I know exactly what they do when I squeeze them."

Yuna pulled her hand out from between her legs and wiped her dry fingers on the silk sheet she'd brought from home because she had a SYSTEM and the system had crashed.

She'd let plenty of guys fuck her. She memorized the roster exactly like she tracked her orgasm spreadsheet, counting the numbers as proof she was wanted. Every single one of them had called her hot, called her tight, crowned her the best ass in the business, and every spoken compliment matched the internet comments word for word. They spoke in product review voices and delivered quality inspections. Nice to look at. Great proportions. S-line. Waist-to-hip ratio. They spoke the language of an evaluated body, because every guy she'd fucked had essentially graded down the product to confirm she was premium tier. Yuna had gotten off on it because getting off on being consumed was the only version of wanting she understood.

Through the wall, a boy paused mid-fuck to tell Yeji-unnie that the part she was insecure about was perfect, and meant HER body, her actual body, the one Yuna had never seen because Yeji-unnie remained the final boss of womanhood, composed and powerful and effortlessly poised, the unnie who'd never once let the maknae catch her being small. Yeji showed him something vulnerable and he answered it with five years of paying attention to ONE person. The sounds that followed - Yeji laughing while the headboard resumed, laughing like sex was funny and desperate and real all at once - were sounds she'd never heard anyone make while being fucked.

Nobody had ever looked at Yuna like that. They consumed her. They rated her. They called her hot in the same detached tone the internet used, and she'd gotten off on the attention because it was the only attention she'd ever known. Lying in the dark with dry hands under silk sheets while Yeji laughed through the wall, the validation loop that had sustained Shin Yuna since she was sixteen finally crashed into a wall it couldn't climb.

The renovation upstairs resumed in earnest, slamming the headboard against shared plaster in a frantic rhythm Yuna recognized from a hundred guys losing control. Except Yeji still laughed through the heavy thudding, and that bright sound destroyed Yuna more than anything else. Yeji was having real fun, sleeping with someone who made the sex funny and the awkwardness hot, trusting him enough to admit a physical insecurity and believing him when he called her perfect.

Yuna stared at the expired-Yakult blinds.

Somewhere in the wreckage of the last hour, between the fight and the comments and the finger that accomplished nothing and Yeji-unnie getting her insecurities kissed by a boy who'd spent five years memorizing her, a memory came up that she hadn't touched in years.

***

She was fifteen. It was their absolute first week of promotions, and she sat curled in on herself on a KBS waiting room couch wearing a crop top she chose specifically to look older. She spent twenty minutes trying to fold her overgrown teenager frame into a compact package, hunching her shoulders and pulling her long legs in so she wouldn't take up too much physical space on the leather while she arranged her face into something convincingly idol-shaped. The other four older girls had their own rhythms locked down, moving in established orbits with Ryujin and Yeji paired off on one side while Chaeryeong and Lia held down the other. Yuna remained the late addition, the unexpected final piece pulled from the trainee B-team abruptly adjusting to the reality that this was her squad now even though none of them had personally recruited her.

Then Ryujin walked over, dropped onto the leather next to her, and casually grabbed the trailing wire of Yuna's mic pack where it had unclipped itself. She snapped it back onto the younger girl's waistband with one hand and flashed a grin, simply because somebody had to.

Yuna's tense posture immediately collapsed. She unspooled her long spine against the cushions, tipped her head against the older girl's shoulder, and for the very first time since she signed her JYP contract she stopped trying to shrink herself to fit the room, letting herself take up space as a giant kid sitting beside someone who decided she belonged.

***

She'd literally imprinted on Ryujin-unnie from that one gesture like a baby duck locking onto the first moving thing it sees, which was embarrassing and true and also the reason she'd spent the next four years copying everything Ryujin-unnie did, the strut, the confidence, the "I'm the hottest person in any room and if you disagree you're LYING" energy, and never understanding that the girl who snapped her mic wire was being kind, and the power Yuna copied came from somewhere she'd never bothered to look because kindness was quiet and Shin Yuna had always been better at loud.

And Yeji-unnie, who braided her hair in the living room literally today and called her "our baby" and shouldered the whole group quietly - when did she become the person Yuna was COMPETING with instead of the unnie who called her baby? Yeji-unnie didn't change. Yuna changed what she was looking at, swapping the unnie for the territory, and she'd spent this whole trip trying to prove she could play in the same league when the league Yeji-unnie was playing in was trusting someone enough to say "my boobs are small" while he was inside her.

Thinking about Ryujin-unnie reaching for her, she opened her voicemail app. Something she was CONVINCED literally nobody used anymore because voicemail was for boomers like Lia-unnie and Shin Yuna communicated exclusively through 40-message text chains at 2 AM and unhinged DMs to Lia-unnie asking whether a man could survive her body, but there was one unread message from three weeks ago with Ryujin-unnie's name on it, timestamped the night the BLACKPINK tickets dropped, the night Yuna was at the afterparty riding a guy whose name she'd already forgotten while her phone blasted her own unreleased solo into the hotel pillow and seven missed calls from Ryujin-unnie piled up on the lock screen.

She'd been FURIOUS about those tickets, three days of composing revenge texts and screenshotting Ryujin-unnie's smug messages and making Pinterest boards about creative body disposal on tropical islands, because her brain defaulted to Pinterest for everything and she'd literally searched "how to hide a body on a beach" and gotten mood boards for coastal-themed weddings instead. Ryujin-unnie had two tickets, took Karina instead, and Yuna had decided it was personal, proof the maknae was expendable, proof that the girl who snapped her mic wire five years ago had gotten bored of her.

She pressed play.

Ryujin-unnie's voice came through the phone speaker, tinny and bored and very much her. "Maknae. Got two tickets to the BLACKPINK thing. Text me if you want one or I'm giving it to Jimin-unnie. You have until tomorrow."

The voicemail was eleven seconds long and Yuna played it twice.

She was the first call, the ticket was literally HERS, Ryujin-unnie had thought of her before Karina, before Jimin-unnie, before anyone, and had called SEVEN TIMES while Yuna was too busy getting fucked to check her phone, and when Yuna never texted back Ryujin-unnie gave the ticket to Karina and acted like an asshole about it because Shin Ryujin would rather eat glass than admit she'd reached for someone who didn't reach back.

Yuna set the phone face-down on the nightstand. The pink puppy case stared at the ceiling.

She came to Jeju to see BLACKPINK, to hook up with hot guys, to make happy memories with her unnies. The concert ticket was hers and she'd ignored it because she was riding a stranger. The hookups left her dry. The memories were wreckage she'd helped build by touching something between her unnie and the man her unnie loved, trying to win a competition Yeji-unnie had never been competing in.

Her eyes were wet all of a sudden, and the tears sat on her face and she didn't wipe them because wiping them meant acknowledging they existed, and Shin Yuna didn't cry, Shin Yuna turned every emotion into content, every vulnerability into a bit, every feeling into a caption for a story she'd post and delete, and she was lying in the dark with tears on her cheeks and zero memes for any of it.

The mirror she'd angled two days ago caught her in the low light, the one she'd positioned for watching herself look hot while horizontal. A girl with wet cheeks and messy hair and a phone face-down on the nightstand stared back at her from the glass.

She looked so small in it.

She pulled the duvet over her head and curled into herself, knees to chest, fetal position, the "mature charm" girl hiding under blankets like she hadn't since she was a trainee scared of debuting. The sobbing started ugly and got worse, and her whole body shook and her breath caught in her throat and her face did things she'd be mortified about if anyone were watching, except nobody was watching Shin Yuna and for the first time in her life she didn't want them to.

The villa kept going above her and around her. Sex sounds and laughter and living, and she was a girl under a blanket in the dark with expired-Yakult blinds and silk sheets and a phone full of people telling her she was nice to look at and the sound of a mic wire clicking into place playing on loop behind her closed eyes.

Where am I?

Nah, she knew exactly where she was.

What am I?

Nah, her phone was full of strangers eager to tell her exactly what she was.

She let the edge of the duvet slip down to her nose.

"Who am I?" she whispered, looking past the sad pink blinds to find a scared, lonely girl in the angled mirror staring right back.

***

[RYUJIN - THIRD PERSON]

The frantic renovation noises from the second floor had finally wound down.

The jaw she'd been clenching since the terrace had finally unlocked in the water, and with that came the final piece of the memory of the dorm room floor from Chuseok eve years ago where Ryujin had stayed so that Yeji wouldn't have to spend it alone, chicken grease on her fingers, Yeji's dead weight on her shoulder, and the laptop playing something neither of them was watching until Yeji woke up right as Toy Story 3 was ending, scrubbing a sleep-crease from her cheek while the screen threw blue light across the cold chicken boxes.

They'd made it past the incinerator scene, past the four sniffles Ryujin would hold over her head for the next four years, right to the final shot of a college kid driving away while a toy cowboy watched him go from the porch.

"Are you seriously crying at cartoon toys now?" Ryujin had whispered, trying to preserve her cool-girl immunity to sentimentality as Yeji wiped her eyes again.

"You'd cry too if you actually paid attention," Yeji grumbled, her voice thick with sleep but fiercely defensive. "He almost got everyone burned alive trying to keep things the way they were. Almost took the whole gang down with him. And THEN he finally let go."

The heavy, bruised sky above the Jeju courtyard looked exactly like the ceiling of that empty dorm. She had spent the entire weekend playing the exact same desperate, screaming role as Woody. She had burned down a villa, thrown herself at Minho, and turned her own insecurity into a weapon just to prove she was still necessary, because if Yeji could build a house in the mountains and find someone softly holding her through the dark, then where the fuck did that leave Ryujin?

She stared up at the dark, open bedroom window, letting the turquoise glow wash over her face as she surrendered her claim to the girl who was busy building a new life inside.

"So long, partner," she whispered.

The water had cooled past reasonable. Ryujin hauled herself out over the pool lip, arms shaking from the cold, and stood on the deck while her clothes dumped water in sheets onto the volcanic stone. The warm night air clung cold and heavy against soaking denim and a sports bra that retained half the pool.

She was standing in a spreading puddle of herself on the pool deck, and it was not the clearest decision she'd made on this trip, which, given the competition, was a meaningful statement.

She pushed the glass door open and stepped inside, leaving a trail of pool water across the tile as she headed for the stairs, heading for bed, heading for the end of whatever tonight had been.

Two shapes on the living room couch stopped her mid-stride.

They'd renovated the bedroom so hard they'd made it uninhabitable, and she almost laughed because of COURSE they had, of course Hwang Yeji and her secret boyfriend had fucked their way through an entire floor of luxury Jeju real estate and ended up as refugees on the living room sofa like a couple who'd burned down their own kitchen trying to make ramyeon. Yeji was draped across Minho's chest wearing what looked like one of his shirts, a dry duvet pulled over both of them, and they'd clearly fallen asleep mid-sentence because Yeji's mouth was slightly open and Minho's hand was still resting on her hair like he'd been stroking it when his body gave out. The pool glow from outside threw faint turquoise light across them through the glass.

Ryujin's chest turned over. This was a Yeji she hadn't seen since the bunk beds - slack and trusting, mouth open like she'd forgotten anyone might be watching.

She made it three steps toward the stairs before her body abandoned the plan and snapped her around.

Crossing the dark room on legs that had already decided, she stepped to the edge of the couch to wrap both arms around Yeji, pressing her soaking body into the dry duvet and the warm quiet of two people she had nearly destroyed.

Yeji sucked in a sharp gasp. The hit of cold pool water sent her rigid, locking up against the sudden panic of being grabbed in the dark. Ryujin's stomach turned, convinced she was building a second mess on top of the first one. But the moment Yeji's chin found the familiar groove of her neck, the tension shattered. Every locked muscle released as Yeji exhaled two wrecked syllables into the dark.

"Ryu..."

Yeji's hand found Ryujin's forearm and clamped down before her eyes adjusted to the room.

Ryujin pressed her mouth into Yeji's wet neck and whispered their promise.

"Ddaeng Ddong."

Yeji breathed back the counter-sign the way she always had.

"Ddong Ddaeng."

They both exhaled simultaneously.

The pool water spread through the duvet, bleeding cold chlorine into the warm skin of the cozy world the two of them had decided to occupy for the night. Ryujin leaned harder into the ruin.

Minho's manufactured stillness gave him away. His chest went hard under the sudden weight, but the second Yeji murmured her name, he relaxed, vanishing into the mattress so Ryujin could occupy the space.

Thank you for holding her still.

The grip lasted until the freezing denim traded its shock for a shared warmth, binding them together while Ryujin's rough breathing synced to the steady pulse against her neck and her shoulders stopped shaking. She kept her face buried in the warm skin while hot tears mixed into the pool water running down her cheeks.

Pulling back with her jaw set and her eyes locked on the floor, she dragged her hand across Yeji's shoulder to linger a beat past casual. She avoided Minho's face, deciding that this private truce belonged to the two girls while using his chest as a staging ground - a reality she promised to examine later and planned to bury forever.

Yeji's fingers trailed down her separating forearm, caught her wrist for an acknowledging second, and fell away, leaving Ryujin to cross the dark room and track wet footprints up every stair.

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Girls Will Be Girls interview with Korea Times, 2025

“We wanted to show that the world still has meaning if we’re together. It’s about unbreakable bonds - a friendship that gets stronger with time.” - Hwang Yeji

“We poured our energy into capturing our identity as a group. The message is simple but powerful - when we’re together, nothing else matters. We’ll take your hand and move forward together.” - Shin Ryujin

“Most of us are different when we’re not performing. On stage, we show this strong and charismatic image, but off stage, we’re just a group of girls who laugh, joke around and talk about everything. Those small moments are what make us stronger." - Shin Yuna

“We move as one. We wanted to express that in the music, too.” - Choi Lia

Real ITZY Lore Used in This Chapter

Yeji & Ryujin Formation Fight (2019 Asia Artist Awards)

Yeji Buttoning Ryujin's Shirt on VLive (October 2022)

Yeji & Ryujin as Roommates / Bunk Beds

Last Day as Roommates / Moving Out

ITZY Driving School (Not Shy Era, 2020)

Yeji's Failed Driving Attempt

ITZY Cozy House (Jeju Island Reality Show, 2022)

Ddaeng Ddong Nickname Origin (2TZY: Hello 2021, Episode 4)

Ryujin Loving Jeju / Yeji Asking About Building a House

Chuseok at the Dorm (2019)

The restaurant is one of those sleek, expensive places tucked into a skyscraper. You sit across from Mina, your wife, dressed in a pale silk blouse that clings to her slight frame like it was molded for her. Mina’s always had that poised elegance about her, like she’s just stepped out of a magazine shoot without trying, and yet her body - soft curves at her chest and hips that show through the fabric despite her modest style - carries a quiet sensuality that makes it hard not to stare. Her long legs are crossed under the table, the edge of her pleated skirt climbing just enough to tease your imagination each time she shifts slightly in her seat.

The waiter fills up your glass, sets the bottle on the stand beside you, and leaves. You lean back, exhaling, the weight of months of sixty-hour weeks heavy in the slump of your shoulders. The endless meetings, reports, and late nights in the office have burned grooves into the rhythm of your life. Every day bleeds into the next; marketing projections, sales targets, scattered meals alone at home, an empty bed waiting until Mina slips in after midnight, too exhausted from practice, photoshoots, or flights to do more than curl into the warmth of the sheets.

Your whole existence has become a cycle: work until your body feels numb, come home to a silent apartment, repeat until you can’t tell the difference between weekdays and weekends. Sitting here tonight, just seeing Mina in front of you, reminds you of how much you’ve been needing a break.

"I’ve been thinking," you start, picking up your glass and swirling the wine before taking a slow sip. "I need to take some time off. Just one week. No calls, no endless charts and budgets, nothing. Just me and you. I want to relax properly, do things together like we used to. No work, no travel, just us."

Mina pauses with her fork halfway to her lips, eyes softening as she watches you. "You look tired," she says finally, calm and smooth as ever, carrying that gentle steadiness she’s always had. "Like you’ve been grinding yourself into the ground again."

"I am," you admit, resting the glass down. "And I don’t want to keep going like this. What’s the point of hustling all the time if I barely get to spend any of it with my wife? So… I was thinking this week. Just us. Dates, maybe a trip somewhere, maybe even just staying home and shutting the world out for a while. Doesn’t matter, as long as I’m with you."

Her lips part slightly, hesitating, and you watch her set down her utensil and intertwine her delicate fingers in front of her plate. There’s a tension in the small movement, an indicator you’ve seen before, especially when she’s about to tell you something she’s been holding back.

"There’s something I need to tell you," she murmurs, gaze dipping down for a second before lifting back to meet yours. "I’ll be in Japan next week. MISAMO has group activities. It’s a full schedule; rehearsals, promotions, shooting. I won’t be able to be here."

You tighten your grip around the stem of your glass, swallowing the flash of disappointment that surges through you. You’ve spent weeks imagining this break, craving it, telling yourself Mina would be the one thing to bring color back into the blur your life has become. And now…

"So the week I finally take off," you say slowly, forcing your tone steady though there’s sharpness under it, "is the same week you’re gone?"

She tilts her head slightly, a hint of guilt in her expression, though she holds herself with that same graceful composure. "I know it’s bad timing," she says softly. "But you know how it is. I don’t always get to choose. And once everything is confirmed, it’s impossible to back out."

This is exactly what it feels like to be married to an idol, you think bitterly. The dates cut short, the dinners interrupted by late-night calls, the long weeks where your house feels more like a hotel lobby than a home. You love her - it isn’t even a question - but you sometimes wonder if she’s more married to her career than she is to you.

"You promised you'd try to make more time for us," you remind her.

Mina leans forward slightly, her gentle gaze not wavering. "I didn’t forget. And I don’t want you to think I don’t care that you’re exhausted. I’ve been thinking about you too… that’s why I came up with something."

You raise a brow, skepticism heavy. "If I can’t be there to help you relax myself," she says, slipping her hand subtly across the table to brush against your wrist, "then I’ll arrange for someone who can."

You stare at her, confused. "Someone?"

A small, restrained smile forms on her lips. "Not just someone. Two people, actually. People I trust. They’ll take care of you while I’m gone. The week’s too important to let you burn out on your own."

Her calmness, her unshaken delivery, throws you off more than anything. You lean in a little closer, searching her expression for a sign she’s joking, but she doesn’t flinch.

"Mina," you murmur, baffled. "You’re seriously telling me you want to set me up with... other women while you’re in Japan?"

She doesn’t deny it, doesn’t falter under your stare. Her lips twitch almost imperceptibly, and those glossy dark eyes hold your attention steady.

"Yes," she says simply. "I’ve already talked to them. They agreed."

Silence sits between you for a moment, the hum of diners in the background blurring into nothing. You try to process the mental picture she’s planting in your head, the absurdity of it all. Mina, your elegant idol wife, handing you the keys to something so dangerous, so tempting, like it was just another dinner plan arranged by her manager.

"Why would you even…" your tone trails off, mind racing with scenarios.

Mina places her chin gently in her hand and finally lets her smile widen. "Because I know you, and I know you won’t let yourself breathe if you don’t have someone to push that stress out of you. And because I can’t stand thinking about you suffocating alone when I can’t be there."

You can’t decide if she’s serious, teasing, or both. Either way, that soft confidence in her expression makes one thing clear: she’s already set it in motion, and she’s not taking it back.

"Be more specific," you say with suspicion. "Because right now it sounds like you’re… offering me other women. And if that’s what you mean, you’d better tell me who the hell you’re talking about."

Mina doesn’t flinch. In fact, she leans back in her chair with that graceful composure that never leaves her, eyes glimmering under the low light. She takes a sip of wine, presses her lips together softly, then meets your gaze.

"Enami Asa and Nakamura Kazuha," The words slip out steady, deliberate. "They’ll be yours for the week. Do whatever you want with them. No rules, no strings attached."

You stare, almost laughing in disbelief, waiting for her to crack, for her lips to twitch like she’s playing some elaborate joke.

"Mina…" you mutter, leaning closer, making sure you heard right. "You’re joking. You can’t be serious. Is this some kind of prank?"

Her eyes narrow ever so slightly, lips curving into the faintest smirk as though she’s amused by your disbelief. "I’ve already mentioned you to both of them. They’ve agreed," she answers, measured but confident, like this insane plan has already been ironed out. Then her tone lowers, her elegance cracked just enough to show a more mischievous side. " The timing is perfect: they're both off this month. Honestly, they’ve been harassing me for months about you… asking when I’ll finally share my husband. Asa teases me all the time. Kazuha, too. They’re young. They’re eager. They’ll be great for you."

For a long second you can only breathe out a laugh, shaking your head, still trying to catch up with her insane calmness. "You’re really telling me my wife, the refined, perfect Mina, the woman I married, is setting me up to… sleep around with Asa from Babymonsters and Kazuha from Le Sserafim while you’re gone?"

"Not sleep around," she corrects gently, her expression never wavering as she crosses her legs again under the table. "It's sex without commitment. That's the difference. I trust you, and I trust them. This isn’t about replacing me; it’s about taking care of you. I want you to get rid of all that stress in the most… effective way possible."

It’s fucking surreal, hearing something so outrageous spill from her lips with such calm rationality. You lean back in your chair, staring at her, forcing yourself to test her conviction. "And what about you?" you ask. "I’m supposed to be spending time with my wife, and now you’re sending me to Japan to get taken care of by two girls younger than me instead?"

Mina sets her wine glass down slowly, deliberate in the gesture. "When I have time," she says, "I’ll join you. We’ll make it a game. It’ll be fun. You’ll rent a house, somewhere discreet. I know you. You won’t do it here, too risky. But in Japan? They are already there waiting for you. They’ll know exactly how to keep you entertained until I can come. And then…" she smiles faintly, tilting her head, "then we’ll take care of them together."

The casualness with which she says it is more shocking than the suggestion itself. She doesn’t lower her gaze, doesn’t break eye contact, waiting for you to process it.

This woman is insane, you think, though the tightness in your chest betrays how much the idea excites you.

"You think that’s what I wanted?" you ask her flatly, trying to cling to some measure of control. "To just… get handed two idols like they’re toys?"

"Isn’t it?" she presses, leaning forward slightly with that same intimidating calm. "Don’t tell me you never thought about it, not even once. You’re too honest for your own good."

You exhale hard through your nose, palms flexing against your thighs, weighing the firestorm she’s presenting. "Not exactly," you admit grudgingly. "But…" Your lips twitch into a crooked grin despite yourself. "It might work."

Her expression softens, pleased, and she reaches across the table again, brushing two fingers against your hand. "It will work. Trust me. You’re stressed, you’re burned out, and I can’t be here. Asa and Kazuha are goddesses, and they’ll devote themselves to you. This really is a win-win situation."

For the first time in weeks, maybe months, something warm stirs in your chest, some twisted combination of relief and arousal, the thrill of knowing that maybe Mina isn’t the quiet saint everyone imagines her to be but a woman who wants to feed a darker, hotter part of your life together. You can’t fight the temptation of it; you can already see it unfolding in your mind, the discreet house, Asa and Kazuha waiting like obedient pets, your wife slipping in when she finally can, that elegant smile promising ruin.

"You really are full of surprises," you say, a low laugh spilling out of you as you take another sip of wine. "I never knew you were this open-minded."

Her breasts rise subtly with her next breath, her blouse pressing faintly around her curves as she tilts her head, her dark hair spilling across her shoulder. "You never asked," she says simply. "But maybe you should from now on. You’ll like the answers."

There’s nothing to say to that except acceptance, and you both raise your glasses. The sound of crystal clinking together fills the silence between you.

And suddenly the heaviness that dragged you to this dinner starts to fade. The loneliness of long nights, the burnout echoing in your bones, even the emptiness of knowing Mina’s career will always own her time - all of it feels lighter, replaced by a hunger you hadn’t felt in months. You cut into your steak, biting into it with genuine satisfaction.

Mina watches you, content, elegant as ever, chewing slowly before asking, "How’s the food?"

You glance up at her, savoring both the meal and the unexpected thrill of her newfound wickedness. "Everything’s delicious," you say, and now you really mean it.

—

Tokyo hits you with that familiar rush the second you step off the plane; the sheer size of it, the electronic billboards plastering faces ten stories high, the world humming with too many people in too little space. You pass through the terminal and catch massive walls of MISAMO advertisements; Mina, standing poised and radiant on the displays, lips parted faintly in that elegant way that makes headlines swoon. Seeing her name, her image larger than life, drives home again what kind of life you’re tangled in… this strange marriage balancing between boardrooms, fame, long absences, and now, apparently, two beautiful Japanese strangers about to walk into the house you just rented.

The place you picked out isn’t flashy by chaebol standards, but it’s private, tucked into a quiet Tokyo neighborhood where neighbors don’t ask questions. A plain exterior, an open interior that’s modern with clean hardwood floors, tall windows shaded by gauzy curtains that let in the gray light of a cloudy afternoon. There’s a heaviness to the weather, humidity clinging in the air, the sky stretching pale as if it’s about to break into rain any second.

Two hours after you settle into the house, the doorbell rings, but it’s not the girls; it’s the groceries you ordered for delivery, the ones you hope will last you through the week. After bringing them in, you put everything away in the fridge and cabinets. Food, cleaning products, alcohol (lots of alcohol), the basics for human survival.

Your stomach finally growls. You change clothes, something more comfortable than your travel clothes, and head to the kitchen, filling the kettle and tearing the foil lid off a styrofoam cup of ramen, half distracted by the silence pressing in on you.

The steam fogs your face as you watch the noodles soften, the smell salty and comforting. You catch yourself chewing the inside of your cheek, restless. You don’t even know Asa or Kazuha. You’ve seen them on stage, on screens, their performances clipped into reels your younger cousins play obsessively at family dinners, but you don’t know them. Not in any real way. You don’t know how they’ll act, how bold they’ll be, how much of Mina’s insane scheme was forced versus mutual. You don’t know what the hell you’re supposed to do the second they walk through the door.

The kettle clicks off. You pour, watch the noodles swell, pick up your chopsticks just as the doorbell rings. It must be them.

Crossing the living room, you grip the handle, swing the door open, and there they are. Two women standing in the cool gray light of the hallway, faces hidden behind oversized masks and big designer sunglasses. Both in casual but stylish streetwear: Asa in a baggy black hoodie tucked into denim shorts that show smooth pale thighs, chunky sneakers on her feet, hair spilling loose under a cap pulled low. Kazuha in a fitted cropped cardigan over a tank top.She is also wearing high-waisted jeans, her figure lean, sculpted from endless training and pilates. Elegant even in disguise, one hand clasped around the strap of the backpack hanging off her shoulder.

Their identical, practiced discretion fades the second you wave them inside. They step across the threshold quickly, drop their bags by the entryway tiles, and peel off their shades and masks as if finally exhaling. Kazuha’s hair shimmers under the light, long, falling to her chest. Her features are cut from symmetry that would make a sculptor weep: sharp chin, full lips, wide brown eyes blending softness into poise. Asa by comparison is mischief embodied, her mouth tugging up immediately into a cocky half-smile, her dark eyes catching yours with no hesitation, no shyness; just a girl who already owns the room without asking permission.

(Of course, Mina is still the most beautiful woman you’ll ever know - your mind insists on it. But denying the sheer beauty standing in your rented home would be like denying fire burns.)

Kazuha is the first to speak, low but clear as her lips curve politely. "It’s a pleasure to finally meet you."

Asa smirks, stepping forward a little, more casual, bold without reservation. "Mina’s already talked a lot about you."

That makes you blink. "You two are actually close to Mina? I didn’t… I didn’t know that."

They exchange a glance before Kazuha tilts her head, lips twitching faintly as though she wants to tease. "There’s a lot you don’t know."

Before you can press her, Asa strolls straight into the kitchen space as if she’s lived there for weeks already. She rests her palm on the counter, twists the instant noodles toward her with zero concern, and without a second thought, steals your chopsticks and slurps down a mouthful. Her lips shine from the steam, her laugh soft, playful. "Don’t look so stiff. You’re acting like this is some big deal. Relax, babe. What did you think this was going to be?"

You rub your hand across the back of your neck, the tension knotting between your shoulders, trying not to show how far beneath the surface your nerves really go. "Forgive me if I find this just a bit absurd," you mutter. "Two idols showing up at a stranger’s door because my wife decided they’d keep me company…? You don’t think that’s insane?"

Kazuha steps closer, perching against the side of the counter, watching you with patient warmth. "Stop overthinking," she says simply, cutting through the static in your head. "Maybe that’s your whole problem. Maybe that’s why you’re so stressed all the time. You think yourself into knots until you can’t breathe."

Your gaze flickers between them. The ramen steam curls between you as you cross your arms and lean against the counter opposite them. "How much did Mina even tell you about me?" you ask.

Asa looks at you over the rim of the bowl as she steals another bite, her grin turning sharper, mischievous.

"She only told us the important things: what you like, what you don’t, and…" she pauses for obscene effect, tongue darting across her lower lip, "how you fuck. That’s the part that caught our attention."

Your breath catches at that, the bluntness of it colliding with the ridiculousness of this entire setup. You have to ask, it spills out before you can restrain yourself. "Why the hell would you both agree to this?"

The question earns you an immediate look from them as if what you said is borderline stupid. Asa lowers the bowl, planting it on the counter, then leans closer toward you.

"Because do you have any idea how hard it is for us to get laid in this industry?" she states flatly. "We can’t just go out there. We can’t trust anyone. Everyone wants to brag, or expose, or use us. So yeah, we want it, but we can’t risk it. Mina knows that. So being here? With you? Her husband? That solves everything. You’re safe. You won’t run your mouth, you know the industry, you’re already breaking the rules by even considering it. So who better than you?"

Kazuha shifts in closer, her presence quieter but heavier than Asa’s, drawing you in like gravity. Her eyes travel down to your chest before she lifts her chin, leveling her gaze back up at you. "Come here," she orders softly.

You obey, an invisible pull tightening in your core until the space between you is nothing. She presses both of her soft hands against your blouse, pouting at you with lips that could undo kingdoms.

"Here’s how this week will go. Asa and I are yours. Your pets. Your whores. We’ll wake up naked, we’ll go to sleep naked. Our breakfast? Your cum. Every time you feel stress, every time you feel pressure - we’ll take it from you, with our holes, our mouths, our bodies. All week long."

Her hands run down the front of your torso, brushing faintly against your belt as she leans closer. "And save some energy for when Mina arrives. Because when your wife comes, we’re hers too. Understand?"

You barely have time to process before Asa is stepping even closer, confidence blazing in her smirk as she leans her shoulder lightly into yours.

Kazuha tilts her face upward, closing those perfect lips over yours in a slow, deliberate kiss, a claiming that tastes like the beginning of something irreversible. Warmth spreads across your tongue, her softness lingering before she pulls away just enough for her heavy-lidded eyes to lock yours.

Asa slides in next, stealing her turn immediately, her kiss messy, tasting like chili and steam from the ramen she stole. Her lips press harder, spicier, her tongue teasing against yours and retreating with that cocky grin back in place.

Now that the ice has been broken, the bottles don’t take long to appear. Asa rummages like she already owns the place, crouching low, tugging at cupboards and drawers until she pulls out a couple of decent bottles tucked above the microwave, the drinks you had bought earlier. She holds them up with a grin, like a kid who just found treasure. Kazuha laughs under her breath, shaking her head but not stopping her, and soon enough you’re all pouring drinks into mismatched glasses, cutting the edge off the awkwardness with alcohol.

The first few sips hit smooth, burning just enough to chase away the leftover nerves sitting in your shoulders. By the time the fourth (or maybe the fifth) round is gone, the atmosphere shifts… lighter, warmer, strands of inhibition burning away in the back of your throat. You catch Asa watching you between gulps, her elbow leaned casually across the counter as if she’s trying to read you just from the way you drink. Kazuha sits closer to you, glass balanced in her hand, her hair shining against her pale cardigan as she tips her head back to swallow the liquor.

Asa exhales, dragging her palm across her forehead theatrically. "It’s hot in here," she sighs, slumping against the counter with an exaggerated groan.

Kazuha sets her glass down quietly, looking at Asa and then at you. "Maybe we should change clothes," she suggests, smooth, unhurried, as if she’s already made the decision.

Asa smirks, straightening, tugging at the hem of her hoodie. "You—," she points at you and laughs softly, "stay here. Don’t you dare peek. You’ll see soon enough."

They sling their backpacks over their shoulders before you can even offer directions toward the bedrooms. You raise a hand, about to point them down the hall, but Kazuha cuts you off, her lips pressing faintly into a knowing smile. "We can find them," she says simply, pulling her bag tight against her side before gliding down the corridor.

The house feels impossibly quiet once they disappear. You’re alone again in the living room, glass half full, heart pacing weirdly at the thought of what the hell they’re pulling from those bags. There’s pressure building in your chest, excitement and nerves woven together. You set the glass down.

Maybe you should check in on Mina.

Maybe this is crossing over into a new level of insanity you can’t do without hearing her voice steady you.

You pull out your phone, thumb hovering for a second before placing the call. For a moment, no answer, and you’re about to hang up when the connection clicks on the other end.

"Hey," Mina breathes. "How are you? Did the girls arrive?"

You sink down on the couch, dragging your hand through your hair as if releasing some of the tension. "Yeah," you admit. "They’re here. Just… unpacking or something. I miss you."

There’s a pause, but her breath lingers, soothing and present. "I’ll be there soon," she says. "Don’t sound so weighed down already. This is meant to help you."

You close your eyes, the liquor making your chest feel warmer, looser. "I love you," you say without hesitation.

On the line, you hear her soft laugh; gentle, like she can see through you even though she’s across the sea. "You’re drunk already," she observes. "But I love you too."

You barely register the sound behind you until it’s too late. A presence moves close, warm breath brushing along your shoulder as a hand slips into your grip, pulling the phone effortlessly from your fingers. You snap your eyes open, turning sharply, only to be hit by a sight that knocks the air out of you.

Asa stands there beside you, your phone pressed to her ear, her lips pulled wide into an excited grin. She’s stripped down to black lingerie, lace hugging her curves, her skin soft and glowing under the dim ceiling light. Her bra lifts her small but perfect chest, straps sliding just enough to tease, while her matching panties ride high on her hips, cut scandalously thin at the sides. Her confidence radiates; she’s something untamed posing as casual.

And at her side: Kazuha, kneeling already on the couch, her hands gliding high up your thighs as if they belong there. The cardigan and jeans are gone, set aside somewhere in the bedroom, and she’s left in delicate silvery lingerie, the thin material almost translucent as it presses against her skin like it’s barely hanging on. Her cleavage rounds tightly under the delicate cups of her bra, her toned stomach faintly flexing as she moves. Her hair tumbles forward over her shoulders as her gaze lifts to meet yours, her pout carrying something devastatingly sexy…

An innocence wrapped around pure intent.

"Hi Mina," Asa chirps into the phone brightly, eyes glittering with amusement as she glances at you. "Yeah, don’t worry. We’ll take care of your husband. We promise he won’t be missing you too much tonight."

Your mouth opens in disbelief, but no sound finds its way out. Kazuha presses closer between your knees, her fingers dragging slowly along your belt, teasing the buckle open like she’s savoring every moment of unwrapping a forbidden gift. She whispers carefully, her lips brushing across your stomach through the fabric of your shirt.

"Relax. She wants this as much as we do."

From the phone, you hear Mina’s restrained laugh, controlled even as the sound drips indulgence. "I’m giving you both total freedom," she says smoothly. "Make sure he’s very, very satisfied. He needs it. Don’t hold back."

Your throat tightens as Kazuha’s fingers finally pop the buckle, spreading your belt aside, sliding your zipper painfully slow. Asa covers the mouthpiece briefly and bites down a chuckle before focusing again. "We’ll make sure of it," she promises dreamily. "He’s in good hands. And we’ll be waiting for you here when you come. Can't wait to have fun together." Then she ends the call with a quick goodbye and tosses your phone onto the couch cushions, turning her full attention back to you.

Kazuha pulls at your waistband, tugging the denim of your pants down your thighs until she frees you. Asa kneels gracefully on the floor next to Kazuha. Then they see it: your cock springing free, thick, much larger than they expected. Their surprise is painted plain across their faces, Kazuha’s eyes widening before a pleased pout curves into a wicked little smile, Asa’s jaw slack before splitting into a grin of pure delight.

"Holy shit," Asa mutters, hand already reaching, wrapping around the base with curious excitement, measuring you with a slow slide of her fist. "Mina didn’t exaggerate. You’re… fuck… you’re huge."

Kazuha swallows, eyes glittering as her delicate fingers join Asa’s, circling your length, stroking you slowly as she gasps quietly. "Bigger than I imagined," she murmurs, gaze fixed on the way your shaft twitches at their touch. "Perfect."

Asa leans closer, her breath teasing the head as her lips curve sly. She flicks her tongue once, quick, teasing, before making eye contact with you, whispering. "No more overthinking, hm? Just let us handle you."

Your body stiffens under their touch. The heat of liquor, the surreal reality of Mina’s scheme playing out right here, and the beauty of these two idols kneeling at your feet, stripping you of hesitation, it hits hard and deep. Asa is the first to lean down fully, enveloping your cockhead in the heat of her mouth, lips stretching wide around you as she lowers herself half-way, drawing a moan you didn’t expect to fall out of you so raw.

Kazuha holds your shaft at the base, stroking steadily with practiced rhythm as she watches Asa’s cheeks hollow. Then her pout deepens, and she leans in from the other side, tongue dragging up the thick underside of your shaft where Asa can’t reach, her lips pressing wet trails along sensitive skin. Their movements together merge into perfect chaos; one sucking, throat working to take more of you down, the other lapping, teasing, marveling at the sheer size filling her tongue.

They pull back just far enough to meet each other's gaze, exchanging a wordless understanding before both lean in simultaneously. Asa spits first, her saliva dripping warm down your shaft in thick strands that catch the light. Kazuha follows, adding her own wetness to yours, the slick heat coating your length as their hands return to work together. Their fingers slide easier now, gliding along your skin with practiced rhythm, both gripping you from different angles, twisting slightly as they stroke.

"Finally," Asa breathes, her fist pumping slowly from base to tip, eyes locked on your face. "A real man to take care of. Do you know how long we've been wanting this? Someone who can actually satisfy us?"

Kazuha's grip complements Asa's perfectly, her delicate fingers working the head while Asa handles your shaft, both maintaining that deliberate, torturous pace that keeps you teetering on the edge of desperation. "This cock will be more than enough to satisfy us all week long," she murmurs, thumb circling your tip before spreading more wetness down your length. "Mina chose well."

The way they work together is mesmerizing – no competition, no jealousy, just two beautiful women focused entirely on your pleasure. Asa leans down again, her mouth returning to envelope your cockhead, lips stretching wide around your girth as she takes you deeper than before. Her throat contracts around you, struggling slightly with your size but never stopping.

Kazuha positions herself lower, her tongue working the sensitive underside of your shaft where it disappears into Asa's mouth. She laps at the base, sucking gently on your balls while maintaining her stroking rhythm with one hand.

"Look at us," Asa gasps when she pulls off momentarily, saliva connecting her lips to your tip in glistening threads. "Look how beautiful we look serving you like this."

Yeah, they do look incredible: Asa with her hair mussed, lips swollen and glistening, the black lace of her lingerie contrasting against her pale skin. Kazuha beside her, silver lingerie clinging to her perfect curves, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire as she continues lavishing attention on your shaft with her tongue.

"Tell us," Kazuha whispers against your skin. "Tell us how beautiful we are like this, on our knees for you."

You hesitate, some part of you still processing the surreal reality of having two of the most desired idols in the world worshipping your cock. But as Asa takes you back into her mouth, deeper this time, her throat working to swallow around your girth, the words begin spilling out despite yourself.

"Fuck," you breathe. "You're both... incredible. So fucking beautiful."

They moan in unison at your praise, the vibrations from Asa's throat sending shockwaves through your body. Kazuha's stroking intensifies slightly, encouraged by your response.

"More," she demands softly, lips brushing against your balls before sucking one into her mouth. "Tell us more."

Asa switches positions with Kazuha now, letting her friendl take your cock into her mouth while she focuses on stroking your shaft. Kazuha's technique is different; more delicate, her tongue swirling around your head in intricate patterns that make your toes curl. She takes you slowly, savoring every inch, her cheeks hollowing as she applies gentle suction that has you gripping the couch cushions.

"You look like goddesses," you manage, watching Kazuha's silver lingerie shift as she bobs her head, taking more of you with each descent. "Perfect fucking goddesses worshipping my cock."

Asa grins wickedly at your words, her fist twisting around your base as she watches Kazuha work. "That's exactly what we are," she purrs. "Your goddesses. We want to be your whores completely."

Kazuha pulls off with a wet sound, immediately switching back to Asa, creating a rhythm where your cock never lacks attention from at least one eager mouth.

"We've been dreaming about this," Kazuha admits, her hand joining Asa's in stroking your shaft while Asa focuses on sucking your tip. "About having a man who could really take control, really use us properly."

"Keep sucking like that," you growl, hips lifting slightly to meet Asa's descending mouth, "and you'll both be mine soon enough."

The promise makes them both moan, their enthusiasm doubling as they work together to bring you closer to the edge. But they maintain that perfect, torturous pace that keeps you from falling over, drawing out every second of pleasure until you're trembling with need, completely at their mercy despite being the one they claim to serve.

Kazuha takes the lead next, her silver lingerie shifting against her perfect body as she positions herself better between your legs. She opens her mouth wide, relaxing her jaw as she slides your cock deeper, deeper, until her lips press flush against your base, her throat enveloping you completely in tight, wet heat. The sensation is mind-blowing; her muscles contracting around your shaft, squeezing you like a vice made of velvet, while she holds herself there for seconds that stretch into eternity, eyes watering but never breaking contact with yours. She pulls back slowly, gasping for air, strings of saliva connecting her lips to your glistening length before she dives back in, taking you to the hilt again with practiced ease.

"Fuck, your throat feels amazing," you groan, watching her work, her cheeks hollowing as she bobs her head, throat bulging slightly with each deep thrust.

Asa watches intently, her hand never stopping its steady stroking of whatever part of your cock isn't buried in Kazuha's mouth.

"My turn," she demands after a few more deep swallows from Kazuha, practically shoving her aside. Asa wastes no time, wrapping her lips around your tip and pushing forward aggressively, forcing your length down her throat until her nose presses against your abdomen. Her gag reflex kicks in briefly, but she powers through, throat convulsing around you in hot waves. She's rougher than Kazuha, more insistent, her black lace bra heaving with each labored breath as she holds you deep, humming vibrations that make your balls tighten.

And that's how they create a rhythm of teamwork. Kazuha's turn smooth and deliberate, savoring every inch as she deepthroats you with elegant control, her tongue pressing flat against the underside of your shaft while her throat milks you rhythmically. Then Asa, aggressive and hungry, slamming her face down onto your cock, taking you balls-deep in one fluid motion, her throat clenching so tight it almost hurts. Saliva drips everywhere, coating your thighs, their chins, pooling on the couch as they switch back and forth, each trying to outdo the other in how deep they can take you.

"Goddamn, you two are incredible," you mutter, hips twitching upward involuntarily each time one of them bottoms out.

Kazuha pulls off with a wet gasp, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before grinning at you. "We know. But we want more. Use us properly."

Asa nods eagerly, still stroking your slick shaft as she positions herself for another round. "Yeah, don't hold back. Use me like the slut I am. Grab my head and fuck my throat raw."

You reach down, tangling your fingers in her dark hair, gripping firmly as you guide her mouth back onto your cock. She opens wide, ready, and you don't disappoint, thrusting your hips up while pulling her head down, burying yourself deep in her throat in one forceful motion. She chokes immediately, a guttural sound escaping around your shaft as her body convulses, but she doesn't pull away; instead, she relaxes into it, letting you set the pace.

You start slow at first, building rhythm, fucking her face with steady thrusts that make her gag and sputter, drool spilling from the corners of her mouth in thick rivulets that drip down your balls and soak into the couch. Her eyes water, mascara starting to run in black streaks down her cheeks, but the look she gives you is pure bliss, hungry, submissive, begging for more without saying a word.

Kazuha kneels beside her, watching with rapt attention, her hand slipping between Asa's thighs to rub her through her lace panties. "That's it," she encourages, words directed at you. "Use this whore. Fuck her throat like you own it. She loves choking on big cocks like yours."

Asa moans around your length in agreement as you pick up speed, slamming into her mouth harder now, your grip tightening in her hair to hold her steady. Each thrust bottoms out, her nose smashing against your pelvis, throat bulging obscenely as it stretches to take your girth. She gags repeatedly, wet choking sounds filling the room combined with the obscene slurping of her mouth working overtime, drool bubbling out and coating everything in messy shine.

"Take it," you growl, lost in the sensation of her tight throat convulsing around you, the way she submits completely to your control. "Fucking choke on it, you dirty slut."

She does, her body trembling as you use her relentlessly, but her hands come up to grip your thighs, pulling you deeper if that's even possible, encouraging the rough treatment. Kazuha leans in, licking at the drool spilling from Asa's mouth, cleaning your shaft between thrusts.

"Harder," Kazuha demands, her fingers now slipping inside Asa's panties, making hel whimper around your cock. "Make her throat yours. She's been dying for a real man to destroy her like this."

You oblige, yanking Asa's head down while bucking up sharply, fucking her face with abandon now. Drool pours from her stretched lips, soaking your pants still bunched at your knees, her face is a ruined mess of saliva and tears, but she takes it all, her throat an incredible sleeve of heat and pressure that squeezes you perfectly with every brutal thrust.

"Don't stop," Asa manages to gasp when you pull out briefly to let her breathe, her chest heaving, lips swollen and red. "Fuck my throat until I can't speak. Use me like your personal fucktoy."

You dive back in immediately, silencing her with your cock, pounding away as Kazuha watches with gleaming eyes, fingering Asa faster now, the two of them moaning in tandem with your grunts. The intensity builds, your control slipping as the pleasure mounts, but you hold back, not ready to end this yet, savoring every second of dominating Asa's willing throat while Kazuha eggs you on.

You don't let up on Asa, your grip firm in her dark hair as you drive your cock relentlessly into her willing throat, each thrust bottoming out with a wet slap against her lips. Her gags come in rhythmic bursts, muffled around your girth, her body trembling as she takes the punishment like it's her sole purpose. She's a mess already, but you push harder, faster, feeling her throat clench and spasm around you, milking every inch as you use her like the eager slut she begged to be. Her hands clutch at your thighs, nails digging in not to stop you but to pull you deeper, her black lace lingerie shifting with each forceful movement, her small breasts is heaving as she struggles for air between thrusts.

"Fuck, take it all," you growl, hips snapping forward with brutal precision, watching her eyes water and roll back slightly from the intensity. "You're my perfect little throat whore, aren't you? Choking on this dick like you were made for it."

She moans around you in response, the vibration shooting straight to your core, but you can feel her starting to falter, her breaths coming in desperate gasps when you pull back briefly. Finally, you ease off, yanking her head up by the hair with a sharp tug, giving her the break she needs but doesn't ask for. Asa gasps loudly, coughing as strings of drool hang from her swollen lips, her makeup utterly ruined; black mascara streaking down her cheeks in dark rivers, lipstick smeared across her chin like warpaint from the battlefield of your cock. Her mouth hangs open, panting, saliva dripping in long threads onto her chest, making the lace of her bra cling wetly to her skin. She looks destroyed, beautiful in her debasement, her eyes is glassy but burning with satisfaction.

Kazuha watches the whole thing with hungry eyes, her silver lingerie accentuating the flush creeping up her neck. She licks her lips, shifting on her knees. "My turn now," she says. "I want you to wreck me just like that."

Asa, still panting heavily, her chest rising and falling in quick bursts, crawls closer to you on the couch, her movements sluggish from the exertion but determined. She places a shaky hand on your shirt, fingers curling into the fabric as she looks up at you with those smeared, pleading eyes.

"Make yourself more comfortable," she murmurs. "Let me help you out of this."

You comply without a word, lifting your arms as she tugs the shirt up and over your head, tossing it aside carelessly. Now shirtless, exposed, you feel the cool air of the room against your heated skin, but Asa doesn't give you a moment to adjust. She leans in immediately, her tongue darting out to circle one of your nipples, teasing it with light flicks before sucking it into her mouth.

Beside her, Kazuha positions herself perfectly between your legs, her hands sliding up your thighs as she takes hold of your throbbing shaft, guiding it to her waiting mouth.

You waste no time. Your hands weave into her long hair, gripping tight at the roots, and you pull her down while thrusting up, burying yourself deep in her throat in one swift motion. She gags instantly, a deep, guttural sound that vibrates through you, but she relaxes into it, her throat opening up to take you fully, tighter and hotter than before.

You start fucking her mouth hard, no buildup, just raw intensity, pulling her head down to meet every upward snap of your hips, your cock slamming into the back of her throat over and over. The resistance is delicious, her muscles are contracting wildly around you, squeezing like she's trying to wring every drop of pleasure from your body. Saliva spills from her lips in waves, coating your length and dripping down her chin. Her face is turning red from the effort, cheeks flushing deep crimson as she struggles to breathe around your relentless pace.

"Oh fuck, yes," you moan, your hips moving on their own now. "Take it, Kazuha. Take every fucking inch down that tight throat."

Asa keeps up her assault on your nipple, sucking harder now, her tongue swirling in wet circles while her free hand pinches and twists the other one, amplifying every sensation. She moans against your skin, the sound muffled but encouraging, her body pressing close to yours as she grinds subtly against the couch, clearly aroused by the scene. "Give it to her," she mumbles around your nipple, popping off briefly to speak. "Fuck her face until she can't think straight. She's loving it, look at how red she's getting, how she's choking for you."

Kazuha's eyes water, tears spilling down her flushed cheeks, mixing with the drool that cascades from her stretched lips. Her throat bulges with each deep thrust, the outline of your cock visible against her neck as you pound away, her gags turning into wet, desperate glurks that fill the room. But she doesn't pull back; instead, she pushes forward, meeting your movements, her hands gripping your hips to steady herself as you use her like a toy.

The combination is overwhelming: Kazuha's incredible throat clenching around you, Asa's mouth and hands working your sensitive nipples, making you grow louder, hips stuttering as the edge approaches, the tension is coiling tight in your abdomen.

"Shit, I'm gonna cum," you announce, not slowing down even as the words leave your mouth. "Gonna fill that pretty throat up."

Kazuha's face is beet red now, veins standing out on her neck from the strain, but her eyes lock onto yours with pure submission, urging you on without words. Asa switches to your other nipple, sucking greedily, her fingers digging into your chest as she whispers hotly against your skin.

"Do it. Cum down her throat. Make her swallow every drop like the good whore she is."

You're almost there, the pressure building to an unbearable peak, your thrusts becoming erratic but no less forceful. You don't stop (can't stop) pounding into Kazuha's mouth with everything you have, her throat convulsing around you in perfect, rhythmic squeezes that push you over the brink. Finally, with a guttural groan, you cum, erupting deep in her throat, hot spurts flooding her directly as you hold her head down firmly, nose pressed against your pelvis, ensuring she takes it all.

She swallows desperately, her throat working visibly under your gaze, muscles contracting again and again to gulp down your load, no choice but to accept every thick rope you pump into her. You and Asa watch it happen: her neck bobbing with each swallow, a faint bulge moving as she forces it all down, her face somehow flushing even redder, eyes squeezed shut in concentration. Drool and cum bubble at the corners of her mouth, but you keep her pinned, emptying yourself completely until there's nothing left, your cock twitching in the tight confines of her throat.

Only when you're spent do you release your grip, pulling out slowly, a trail of saliva and cum connecting her lips to your tip. Kazuha gasps for air, coughing lightly, her chest heaving as she wipes at her mouth, but there's a satisfied, hazy smile on her ruined face.

Asa mumbles from beside you, her expression is something between envy and arousal.

"Damn, I wanted some too," she says, pouting playfully before leaning in toward Kazuha. Without hesitation, she captures her friend’s mouth in a deep kiss, sucking on her tongue greedily, tasting the remnants of your cum mixed with saliva. Their lips move together sloppily, tongues tangling in a messy exchange, soft moans escape as Asa chases every last trace of you from Kazuha's mouth.

Your hand wraps around your spent cock, still slick from their throats and your cum, and you start stroking slowly, lazily, as you watch Asa devour Kazuha's mouth. She's aggressive about it, her tongue plunging deep, sucking on Kazuha's like she's trying to extract every last trace of your seed from her friend's depths.

Their lips smack wetly, messy and unapologetic, saliva mixing with the remnants of your load as they explore each other in the dirtiest way possible; tongues twisting, probing, no boundaries left between them. Asa's hands roam freely over Kazuha's body, sliding up her sides to cup her breasts through the silver lingerie, thumbs circling her hardening nipples until Kazuha arches into the touch with a needy whimper.

Kazuha returns the favor, her fingers dipping between Asa's thighs, rubbing slow circles over the damp lace of her panties, making Asa buck slightly and moan into the kiss like a whore in heat.

"Fuck, that feels good," Kazuha gasps when they break for air, her head falling back as Asa's mouth trails down her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin while her hand slips inside Kazuha's bra to pinch a nipple hard. "You're such a tease, making me wet like this."

Asa chuckles against her skin, grinding her hips against Kazuha's exploring fingers. "You love it, you little slut. Moan for me. Let him hear how much you want it." Their bodies press closer, hands everywhere now, Asa gripping Kazuha's ass and squeezing, Kazuha sliding her palm flat against Asa's stomach before dipping lower to finger her through the fabric, both of them panting and whining like they're putting on a show just for you.

You pump your fist faster, feeling yourself harden again under your own touch, the sight of them too intoxicating to ignore. Your cock twitches back to life, thickening in your grip as you stroke from base to tip, imagining burying yourself in that tangled mess of limbs and lust.

Asa finally pulls away from Kazuha's mouth with a final, deep suck on her tongue, both of them gasping, lips swollen and glistening. She turns her head toward you, eyes lighting up when she sees your hand working your shaft, already rigid and ready again. A satisfied grin spreads across her face.

"Look at that," she purrs, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Hard again already? Good boy. Watching us got you all worked up, huh?"

Kazuha glances over too, her cheeks still flushed from the throat-fucking, and she bites her lip at the sight. "Fuck, he's huge even when he's stroking himself. Makes me want more."

Asa stands up slowly, her body on full display as she hooks her thumbs into the straps of her black lace bra, sliding them down her arms with deliberate slowness. The fabric peels away, revealing her small perky breasts, nipples already hard, her skin smooth and flushed from the earlier exertion. She doesn't stop there; her fingers trail down to her panties, pushing them over her hips and letting them drop to the floor, stepping out of them gracefully.

Completely naked now, she stands in front of you, confident, her smooth, shaved pussy already glistening with arousal, lips puffy and inviting. She turns slightly, giving you a full view of her tight ass and the curves that make her look like sin personified.

"Like what you see?" Asa teases, running her hands over her own body, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples before sliding one hand down to part her folds briefly, showing you how wet she is. "All this for you."

Kazuha, still kneeling on the floor, reaches out and delivers a sharp slap to Asa's ass, the sound cracking through the room like a whip. The flesh jiggles slightly, a red handprint blooming on her pale skin, and Asa yelps in surprise before dissolving into giggles. "You're so hot," Kazuha says, eyes fixed on the spot she just marked. "That ass is fucking perfect - tight and ready to be wrecked."

Still on her knees, Kazuha leans forward, pressing her lips to the reddened skin of Asa's ass in a slow, open-mouthed kiss, her tongue darting out to trace the curve before nipping gently with her teeth. Asa moans softly, pushing back into the touch, her body arching as Kazuha worships her from below.

Asa giggles again, the sound light and naughty, twisting her head to look down at her friend. "Aw, you really know how to make a girl feel special," she says playfully, wiggling her ass against Kazuha's face. "But if you keep kissing it like that, I might just sit on your face instead of his cock. Though... why choose? We can do both later."

Kazuha pulls back with a smirk, giving Asa's ass one more squeeze. "Tempting, but he's waiting. Go ride him! Make him forget his own name."

Asa doesn't need more encouragement. She saunters over to you on the couch, her naked body moving with hypnotic grace, and climbs onto your lap without hesitation, straddling your thighs. Her heat radiates against you, her pink pussy brushing your skin as she positions herself, one hand reaching down to grip your hard cock, still slick from your stroking and their earlier attention. She strokes you a few times, teasing the head against her wet folds, coating you in her arousal before lining you up at her entrance.

"Fuck, I've been wanting this," Asa murmurs, her eyes locked on yours as she starts to lower herself slowly. The tip breaches her, and she's incredibly tight - her walls gripping you like a vice, stretching around your thickness with delicious resistance. Inch by inch, she sinks down, her smooth, shaved pussy swallowing you up, the lack of hair making every sensation more intense, every fold and ripple of her inner walls pressing against you vividly. You can feel her pulsing around you, hot and soaked, her body adjusting to your size with tiny gasps escaping her lips.

You moan at the feeling, your hands instinctively grabbing her hips, but a fleeting thought cuts through the haze. "Wait- condoms," you manage to groan, even as she keeps descending, her tightness making it hard to think straight. "We should... fuck, we need one."

Asa pauses halfway down, her pussy clenching around you teasingly, but she doesn't stop. She shakes her head, leaning in closer, her small breasts pressing against your chest. "I don't like them," she whispers, her breath hot against your neck. "Feels better raw. I want to feel every inch of you, no barriers. Besides, Mina said total freedom… I'm on the pill, you're safe. Just fuck me like this."

Before you can protest further, she sinks the rest of the way down, taking your entire dick inside her in one smooth motion, her ass settling against your thighs as she bottoms out. The sensation is overwhelming: her tight heat enveloping you completely, walls fluttering around your full length, so snug it's like she was made for you. She rolls her hips experimentally, grinding down to feel you deep inside, and you both moan at the friction.

"God, yes," Asa breathes, her hands on your shoulders for leverage as she starts to move. She leans in and captures your mouth in a hungry kiss, lips crashing against yours, tongue invading with the same aggression she used on Kazuha. It's messy, passionate, her taste still lingering with hints of your cum and Kazuha's essence. She breaks the kiss to trail her mouth to your ear, nipping at the lobe before biting down gently, just enough to sting.

Her hips pick up pace, riding you slowly but deeply, each downward thrust burying you to the hilt in her perfect pussy. She whispers right against your ear: "Your cock is so thick and big," she murmurs. "Stretching me out just right. Perfect; fucking perfect for ruining my tight little hole."

You groan in response, your hands sliding up to grip her ass, helping guide her movements as she bounces on you, her tightness milking every inch. Kazuha watches from the floor, her hand slipping between her own thighs, rubbing herself as she enjoys the show, moaning softly. "Ride him harder," she encourages. "Make that pussy take all of him."

Asa obliges, picking up speed, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, her moans growing louder as she chases her pleasure on your cock. You thrust up to meet her, driving deeper, losing yourself in the raw, condom-free heat of her body, the risk only heightening the thrill.

Asa grips your shoulders for balance, nails grazing your skin, her back arching just enough to push her chest out, breasts brushing against you with each teasing grind of her tight, wet pussy around your cock. She sinks down to swallow you whole, every inch of your cock stretching her raw heat, then rises achingly slow, letting you drag against every ripple of her snug walls. It’s torture; pure, exquisite torture. Each time she pulls off of you halfway, your tip throbbing and desperate, she sinks back down again with a soft groan, her pussy sucking you deeper, wetter, clutching you like she never wants to let you leave her.

"You like that?" Asa teases, her breath ragged but her smile playful, devilish. "Being edged like this, feeling me milk your cock and take my time? Hm? I bet if I keep doing this you'll cum pretty quickly, won't you?" She confidently challenges you, her hips circling in lazy figure-eights as her slickness coats you, dripping down onto the tops of your thighs, the sound of it adding with her moans and the obscene slaps of her ass kissing your lap each time she sinks back onto you.

Your grip tightens on her hips, your teeth gritted against the need to pound into her. "Fuck, Asa… stop teasing," you growl, thrusting your hips up sharply once in protest, making her squeak and laugh before she steadies herself.

Kazuha shifts beside you then, the silvery lingerie now undone and her panties sliding off in one smooth motion. She sits down flush against your side on the couch, her thigh pressing against yours, and then she leans back into the cushions. Her legs unfold slowly like opening petals, spreading wide until her trimmed, delicate pussy is exposed under the dim lighting, glistening from arousal. She rests one foot up against the couch cushions, the other on the floor, putting herself fully on display, leaving nothing hidden.

"You’re so lucky," she breathes, her hand sliding down, two fingers slipping between her folds to part them for you. "Watching her ride you like that… soaking up that huge cock… it’s enough to make me soak the couch." She gently runs her fingers over her clit, circling slowly as her chest rises and falls in quick bursts. Her dark eyes stay locked on yours, her mouth parting in tiny gasps as she touches herself openly, shamelessly, giving you the kind of view no man in the world should ever be allowed to see.

Asa laughs breathlessly at her friend’s comment, her hair falling in messy strands around her face as she continues grinding on your cock. "He is lucky," she pants, lowering herself deeper, biting her lip as her inner walls flutter tight around you. "He’s so… fucking thick. I feel every beat of him inside me." She leans forward suddenly, kissing you hard, her tongue slipping past your lips. She breaks the kiss only to bite your bottom lip playfully before whispering against it, "And this cock… it’s mine right now."

Your eyes flick from Asa bouncing slowly in your lap to Kazuha sprawled next to you, her legs wide, her fingers plunging inside herself now, the wet sounds of her pussy filling the space as she moans openly. She watches you and Asa like it’s her own private fantasy, her thumb flicking over her clit as her fingers curl inside her, head tilting back slightly as she shudders with every movement.

"Shit, the way you stretch her," Kazuha whimpers, her other hand coming up to squeeze one of her own breasts, kneading it roughly as her hips buck against her fingers. "Just imagine when it’s me. When that cock is buried in me raw, splitting me open… I’ll cum just from the first thrust. I know I will."

Asa moans louder at Kazuha’s words, tightening herself around you intentionally, grinding down harder as if to emphasize the fantasy. "Don’t tell him that," she purrs, eyes half-lidded as she rides you in deep, measured strokes. "He’ll lose his mind. He already can’t control himself. Look at him: holding in everything while my pussy strangles his cock."

You groan, hips lifting to meet her movements, driving into her with more force, feeling her tighten in shock before quickly adapting, her moans turning shameless, high-pitched as she lets you take a little control back.

"Christ, Asa, you don’t even know," you grit out, sweat forming at your temples as your cock slides snugly inside her, stretching her with each plunge. "You’re gonna make me lose it if you keep clenching like that."

"I want you on edge," Asa pants, bouncing slightly faster now, subtle slaps of her ass cheeks against your thighs echoing louder in the room. "I want you desperate, hungry, ruined."

Beside you, Kazuha’s pace quickens, her fingers diving in and out of her slick pussy faster, thumb rubbing circles at her swollen clit as wetness coats her hand. She spreads her lips wide with her other hand, showing you everything; the pink, needy insides stretching around her fingers, glistening in the dim light. "Do you see me?" she asks between gasps. "Do you see how wet I am watching you? I’m dripping for that cock, too. Oh, god..." Her moan breaks high-pitched as her body shivers, rolling her hips down against her own hand.

Your head spins with overstimulation. Asa’s tight pussy squeezing you like a vice as she rides slow and deep, Kazuha fingering herself beside you, her lewd display too much and yet not enough. You can smell the sex in the air, taste it on your tongue each time Asa leans in to kiss you again, the room soaked in the sound of wet flesh, ragged panting, moans spilling freely.

Asa bites your ear again, her breath hot, her pussy fluttering around you. "Say it," she whispers, hips grinding down to crush against yours. "Say how much you love watching us like this. Say how much you need us."

"You’re driving me insane. Both of you - so perfect, so fucking filthy."

Beside you, Kazuha has two of her fingers plunging in and out of her soaked pussy as she watches Asa bounce on you. Her other hand toys with her breast, pinching and tugging needily as she pants. "Fuck, you two look so hot together," she moans, biting her lip. "Watching his thick cock fuck you, hearing you moan... fuck!” Her fingers pick up speed, her hips rolling up into her hand as she drowns in the sight of Asa being filled.

You grab Kazuha suddenly, pulling her by the neck and crashing your lips onto hers. She gasps into your mouth, her body arching as your tongue pushes past her lips, exploring her greedily. She moans with you, her hand never stopping between her legs, the squelch of her fingers working her soaked slit loud in your ears as your kiss deepens. Asa watches, tilting her head back with a cry as she rides harder, the sight of you making out with Kazuha while she slides up and down your cock electrifying her.

"Oh my god, he’s so thick," Asa moans breathlessly, bouncing harder now, her breasts jiggling with each slam of her hips down onto you. Her pussy spasms wildly around your cock, clenching as though it’s trying to milk you already. "He’s stretching me so good, it’s gonna make me cum… it’s gonna make me cum so fast..."

Your head falls back against the couch, your hands flying to grab her ass, squeezing the soft flesh as you stare up at her ruined, desperate face. "Do you want me to make you cum, Asa?" you grunt lowly, guiding her down harder onto you, enjoying the slutty moans spilling out of her with each bounce.

Her body shudders, her movements faltering as her expression shifts, lips curling, pouting with obscene, filthy need. Her eyes glaze over, her tongue peeks out against her swollen bottom lip, and she nods with a desperate whimper. "Yes... yes, daddy," she moans, rolling her hips in fuck-drunk circles. "Please, daddy, I want you to make me cum… I need it."

You are amazed at how light it is.

That single plea wrecks the last bit of restraint you had. You reach up under her ass, gripping her tiny waist in both hands (you are amazed at how light she is, like lifting a doll) and you lift her with ease. She gasps in surprise as her body leaves your lap, her tight pussy still wrapped around your cock as you reposition her.

You flip her onto her back on the couch in one quick motion, spreading her flat against the cushions with her legs up in the air, splayed wide just for you.

As you loom over her, standing at the edge of the couch, you grab her thighs and spread them wider, bending her soft, toned legs back until her knees nearly touch her shoulders. Her pussy opens up perfectly, wet and swollen around your thickness, your cock sinking into her raw, tight warmth like it was made for you.

Her scream tears through the room the second you start fucking her in earnest. You pound into her with relentless force, every thrust slamming your cock deep into her womb, her tiny body rocking with the impact. She’s moaning helplessly, writhing under you, her hips bucking upward to meet every thrust, desperate to take as much of you as possible.

Kazuha has one hand holding her own soaked pussy open with her fingers still working furiously, the other reaching out to rub Asa’s clit, mercilessly circling it as she encourages both of you. "Yes, daddy," she moans. "Fuck her harder, she’s your little whore. Pound her tight cunt until she screams."

Asa whines, grabbing the cushions helplessly as you rail her, drool sliding down the side of her cheek, her tits bouncing violently with each impact. "I-I can’t—" her words break, her head tossing. "I can’t take it! Daddy, it’s too thick- Oh fuck, it’s splitting me open!"

"You begged for this," you snarl in response, slamming into her harder, your hips pistoning as the wet, loud clap of your bodies fills the room. "Now take it. Take every inch, Asa."

Kazuha’s fingers blur at her clit as she moans loudly, watching her friend get destroyed. "Fill her up!" she gasps desperately. "She’s your cumdump, daddy - paint her womb white, she’s begging for it."

Asa’s eyes gloss with tears, her face twisted beautifully in raw, slutty pleasure. "Yes! Yes, fuck me harder! Please cum inside me!" Her body shakes violently as your cock pummels her g-spot, the pressure overwhelming her. "Feed me your cum, daddy, please, I want your seed inside me! Fill up my pussy, I need it!"

You’re right at the edge now, hips thrusting harder, faster, the slap of skin deafening as you lose control. "I’m close," you grunt through clenched teeth, sweat dripping from your forehead as your cock throbs deep inside her soaked cunt.

"Me too!" Asa screams, her nails clawing helplessly at your arms as her body bucks wildly against you, her pussy convulsing uncontrollably. "Give it to me, cum inside, YES! Cum with me, daddy - please, please cum in my womb!"

"Do it!" Kazuha cries out, fingering herself ruthlessly now, on the verge of her climax, eyes trained on Asa’s ruined pussy taking every brutal thrust of your cock. "Pump your load in her, make her overflow. She needs it, she’s your little cumslut, daddy!"

That’s all it takes. With one final, deep thrust, you bury yourself to the hilt in Asa’s convulsing pussy and the orgasm rips through you like a tidal wave. You groan wildly, gripping her thighs tight to keep her pinned as your cock erupts inside her, blasting hot, thick ropes of cum straight into her womb. Shot after shot pours into her, your balls tightening with every spasm, your shaft pulsing violently as you flood her completely.

Asa screams out, her body arching violently off the couch as her orgasm tears through her, her pussy clamping down like a vice, milking your cock for every drop you have to give. Her legs tremble uncontrollably against your hands, her stomach spasming as she cums hard, juices squirting messily around your cock as you stuff her full of your seed.

Kazuha comes at the same time, moaning through gritted teeth as her whole body seizes, her hips jerking against her own fingers. She watches intently, her climax fueled by the sight of your cock shooting thick into Asa. "Fuck! Watching you breed her... oh god, I’m cumming-ahhh!" She screams your name, fingers buried deep, soaking her thighs as she squirts too.

You don’t stop. Even as you cum, you keep thrusting into Asa’s spasming pussy, pounding her through her orgasm, forcing your cum deeper until it starts to spill back out around your shaft, dripping down to the couch beneath her ass. She squirms, shaking uncontrollably, babbling filth through her pleasure. "So much cum… so hot, you’re filling me- Oh god, daddy, I love it, you’re breeding me, it feels so good!!!"

Finally, when your orgasm drains, you pull out slowly, your cock glistening, coated in her juices and your seed. Asa collapses back, panting, her thighs shaking, her body covered in sweat and drool and lust. Her pussy gapes open, your thick cum already leaking out in messy streams down her folds, dripping onto the couch.

"Fucking hell," you mutter under your breath, chest heaving as you stare at the mess you’ve made.

Asa stares down between her trembling legs. "Look… I can feel it dripping." She spreads her pussy wider with shaky fingers, showing you the thick white cream spilling out, her own juices mixed in.

Before you can respond, Kazuha is already dropping to her knees on the floor beside the couch, her long hair falling forward as she leans in. Without hesitation, she presses her mouth to Asa’s swollen slit, licking hungrily, her tongue scooping up the drooling cum as if it’s the sweetest thing she’s ever tasted. Asa moans long and loud, shaking as her friend devours the hot load dripping out of her wrecked pussy, begging softly. "Fuck yes, Zuha, clean me up… eat daddy’s cum out of me..."

You lean back against the sofa, still panting, your cock twitching as you watch Kazuha’s tongue work. She parts Asa’s folds with her fingers and slurps loudly at the cum-filled pussy, groaning as she tastes you raw. Your seed drips down her chin as she laps harder, desperate to swallow every drop.

Asa giggles weakly through her exhaustion, watching her friend lap her clean. "Good girl…" she moans, stroking her hair. "Don’t waste a single drop. Daddy worked so hard to fill me up."

"You two are fucking insane," you mutter, half-laughing yourself, eyes glued to Kazuha's tongue as it works meticulously, lapping up every thick glob of your seed that's leaking from Asa's stretched pussy. She swirls it around her folds, sucking gently on her clit to draw out more, her cheeks hollowing as she collects it all in her mouth, not spilling a single bit.

"Delicious," Kazuha purrs, licking her lips clean as she climbs up Asa's body, straddling her lap with her knees sinking into the couch cushions on either side. "Tastes like pure sex; your cum mixed with her pussy... fuck, it's addicting." Asa grins up at her, still catching her breath, and reaches up to pull her down.

"Gimme a taste," Asa demands, and Kazuha obliges, leaning in for a deep, sloppy kiss. Their tongues tangle immediately, swirling together in a messy exchange, moans muffled between them as they share the remnants of your load, lips smacking wetly, saliva and cum swapping back and forth in the dirtiest way possible.

Kazuha finally pulls back, sitting fully on Asa's lap now, their naked bodies pressed together, skin flushed and glistening.

"That was a hell of a way for us to get to know each other," she says with a smile, grinding her hips down lightly against Asa, who squirms and laughs softly. Asa nods, wrapping her arms around Kazuha's waist, her eyes flicking to you.

"Yeah, and I hope daddy isn't so shy now," she teases, biting her lip as she watches you. "You've got two eager sluts here ready to please you all week. Don't hold back anymore."

You lean back a smirk tugging at your lips as the post-orgasm haze settles. "After this? I think I can get pretty used to you both," you admit, your gaze roaming over their tangled, satisfied bodies. "Hell, I might not let you leave."

The three of you eventually untangle and head to the bathroom. The shower runs hot, steam filling the space as you step under the spray with them, their naked bodies pressing close, water cascading over their curves. Asa soaps up first, rubbing suds over her breasts playfully, while Kazuha presses against your back, her hands sliding down to stroke your cock, which hardens almost immediately at their touch and, inevitably, the bath ends in a second round of sex.

After drying off, they slip into fluffy robes from the bathroom closet, tying them loosely so hints of their bodies peek through, and slump onto the kitchen stools, complaining about how starving they are.

"I'm dying here," Asa whines, resting her head on the counter. "All that fucking worked up an appetite. Feed us, daddy!"

Kazuha nods. "Yeah, something quick and yummy. We've earned it."

You rummage through the kitchen, whipping up a simple late-night meal; stir-fried veggies with rice and some grilled chicken you bought, seasoning it generously. They dig in immediately, moaning around mouthfuls.

"Mmm, this is amazing," Asa says between bites. "Mina's so lucky to have you. Cooking like this after railing us? Husband material."

You chuckle, sitting with them. "Nah, I'm the lucky one to have her."

Kazuha swallows a bite. "Do you miss her? Mina, I mean."

You nod without hesitation, poking at your food. "Yeah, I do. A lot."

Asa reaches over, squeezing your hand. "She'll be here soon. Promise. Just a few days."

Kazuha smirks, leaning in. "And when she is, you and her can fuck us both really good. Tag team us until we can't walk."

You laugh, but there's heat in your cheeks as you confess: "Honestly? I'm looking forward to it. Sounds like the perfect end to the week."

Dinner winds down, exhaustion finally creeping in after the wild evening. You lead them down the hall, showing off the guest rooms with fresh sheets and all the basics.

"Here, pick whichever you want," you say, but Asa shakes her head immediately, crossing her arms with a pout. "No way. I want to sleep with daddy tonight." Before you can argue, Kazuha darts past you into your bedroom, jumping onto the king-sized bed with a gleeful bounce, the mattress creaking under her.

"Looks like you'll have to share with us," she declares, patting the space beside her.

Asa grins and launches herself at your back, wrapping her arms around your neck and legs around your waist like a koala, her robe slipping open slightly.

"Better not snore, or we'll kick you out," she teases, nuzzling into your neck. You try to protest, but their laughter and insistence make it clear: you're not changing their minds.

Resigned, you carry Asa to the bed, dumping her gently onto the pillows as Kazuha pulls back the covers.

The three of you slide under the sheets, the bed plenty big but feeling intimate with them pressing close. Asa curls up immediately, resting her head on your chest.

"Cuddle me," she murmurs sleepily, and you oblige, running your fingers through her strands, stroking gently as she sighs contentedly. Kazuha snuggles in on your other side, her body warm against yours, one leg draping over yours as she nestles her face into your shoulder.

"Just relax," she whispers, her breath soft.

"We've got you." They both smell incredible; like fresh soap and a hint of their natural sweetness, floral and inviting, their bodies so gentle now compared to the wildness earlier.

Asa hums happily, tracing lazy patterns on your chest, while Kazuha's hand finds yours under the covers, intertwining fingers. It's surprisingly tender, this quiet moment, and you realize this week is going to be way better than you ever expected.

—

The next morning, the sun filters through the curtains, soft and gentle, warming the room where the three of you fell asleep tangled together. You wake first, feeling the weight of Asa’s head on your chest and Kazuha’s leg draped across your thigh. For a second, it almost feels domestic… they look so peaceful like this, their steady breathing in sync, their fragrances still clinging to your sheets. You slip out gently to not wake them, padding your way to the kitchen. By the time the bacon sizzles in the pan and coffee steam fills the little rental, the rustle of footsteps behind you announces them wandering in - robes tied loosely, hair a bit messy, masks of sleep still in their eyes.

“You made us breakfast?” Asa asks, rubbing her eyes.

You nod at the sizzling plates. “Yeah. Scrambled eggs, bacon, toast. Something simple.”

Kazuha leans against the counter, arms crossed, a soft smile curled onto her lips. “That’s... nice.” She pads closer, balancing herself on her tiptoes to watch the pan.

Asa flops lazily into a chair, robe riding up her legs, and mutters: “I could get used to this. Daddy in the kitchen.”

You smirk, plating the food and sliding them breakfast. Asa devours hers like she hasn’t eaten in days, Kazuha chewing slower but humming happily at every bite. For once, there’s actual conversation; light, easy chatter about nothing.

Afterward, you suggest taking a walk, stretching your legs, showing them around the neighborhood. They brighten immediately. They trade the robes for casual clothes, pulling caps low and masks back on, sunglasses covering enough of their faces to blend in. Out there, under the cloudy Tokyo morning, they cling to your sides like shadows. Asa tugs your arm when she spots a shop, Kazuha stops to point out flowers, little things neither of them normally gets to do without cameras following.

You buy them silly shit they ask for. Stuffed animals. A handful of snacks at a convenience store. A cute headband Asa insists you must see her in, even though Kazuha teases her endlessly about how childish she looks.

"Shut up," Asa gripes, hugging her plushie close as if it’s the best thing she owns. "It’s cute, and he thinks so!" She looks at you for confirmation until you nod, making her beam smugly.

Lunch happens at a tucked-away ramen place, quiet and discreet, where you laugh too loud with them, share bites across the table, wipe stray broth from Asa’s chin while she blushes only to cover it with a giggle. Kazuha is calmer, steady, but you notice even she leans a little closer to you in public than she has before, her hand brushing yours like she doesn’t care for once who might see. For a fleeting moment, it hits you: you needed this. But so did they. Not fame, not schedules, not performance. Just being normal.

Back home in the late afternoon, shopping bags litter the floor like trophies, and the three of you collapse onto the couch. Drinks appear again: beer cans and a bottle of whiskey. The alcohol loosens them even more, their bodies draped against you on either side, kissing your neck, whispering teases, hands already wandering under your shirt. Their laughter bubbles every time someone tips clumsily into a clumsy kiss, their giggles melting into moans as fingers graze skin too tightly.

By nightfall you’re buzzed, warm, draped between them as they exchange looks over your chest. They whisper to each other, giggling like conspirators. Before you can question, they get up, tugging your hands until you follow them into the bedroom.

“Close your eyes,” Asa orders, shoving you playfully onto the bed.

“What is this?” you mutter, amused, but you comply, sinking back against the pillows. Their footsteps shuffle, little giggles, the rustle of bags and fabric.

Time stretches until they finally tell you. “Okay. Open,” they say together.

You do - and take a sharp inhale.

They’re standing at the foot of the bed in new lingerie, pure sin transformed from lace and elastic. Asa wears crimson straps crisscrossing her petite frame, sheer panels that leave nothing to the imagination, her nipples pressing through the fabric, and garter clips left undone but swaying against her thighs. There’s a boldness in her smirk, her playful mischief amplified by how utterly indecent the lingerie is. Her hand twists a bottle of lubricant casually, shiny under the lamp.

Next to her, Kazuha is a contrast: fragile elegance turned obscene. Sheer white lace, almost translucent around her breasts, and a thong that sits scandalously high on her hips to show off the sculpture of her body. She looks like she came out of a bridal fantasy, but the way she bites her finger and arches one leg to make the lace shift is anything but innocent.

“Well?” Asa grins, cocking her head, tilting the bottle of lube between her fingers. “Surprised?”

Kazuha steps forward slowly, her gaze pinned on you. “We wanted to end today perfectly. You spoiled us all day, now… let us spoil you.”

Asa licks her lips theatrically, walking closer to the bed, twisting the cap off the lube. “Daddy,” she whispers with a mock pout, “you didn’t think you’d just get to play tourist today and relax, right?”

Kazuha slides onto the mattress beside you, pressing close, her lingerie brushing against your bare arm. She leans into your ear, her breath hot. “Close your eyes again if you want. Or watch us. Either way, tonight… we’re making sure you can’t forget how badly we want you.”

“Jesus Christ,” you breathe. “Where the hell did you buy those outfits? You trying to give me a heart attack?”

Asa laughs, a throaty, delighted sound. She twirls the bottle of lubricant between her fingers, her crimson thong doing little to hide the curve of her ass as she turns slightly. “Amazon, of course,” she says with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Where else does a girl get next-day delivery on slutty essentials? We had to be prepared for daddy, didn’t we?”

Kazuha steps closer, her movements graceful and deliberate. She kneels on the edge of the bed, the sheer lace of her bra doing little to conceal her hardening nipples. “We also did some research,” she says. “Mina told us a few things… little secrets.”

“Secrets? What kind of secrets?”

Asa’s grin widens, her eyes glittering with pure mischief. “She told us you have a little fantasy. Something you wanted to try with her, but the timing was never right… something about wanting to feel how tight she could be in a place she’s never been fucked before.”

As if on cue, Kazuha turns around on the bed, presenting her ass to you. She gets onto her hands and knees, arching her back perfectly, the sheer white thong cutting deep into the valley of her cheeks, framing her perfect, round ass like a masterpiece. It’s flawless - smooth, pale skin, with a gentle curve that begs to be grabbed, squeezed, and marked.

Asa lets out a wolf whistle, crawling onto the bed behind her friend. “Look at that, daddy. Isn’t it perfect?” She delivers a sharp, stinging slap to Kazuha’s left cheek, the sound cracking loudly in the room. A bright red handprint blooms instantly on the pale skin, and Kazuha lets out a surprised yelp, her hips bucking slightly. Asa laughs, grabbing both of Kazuha’s ass cheeks and jiggling them vigorously, making them wobble and ripple. “This little whore right here,” Asa says with playful cruelty, “she really wants to do anal. She’s been talking about it all day when you weren't around, wondering what your big cock would feel like stretching her tight little asshole for the first time.”

Kazuha buries her face in the pillows. “Asa… stop…” But she doesn’t move away, her ass still held high.

“Oh, she’s a virgin back there, by the way,” Asa adds. “Her ass is completely untouched. So you’ll have to be gentle… at first.” She leans in and whispers right next to your ear, breath hot and promising. “Then you can break her in properly. Wreck that tight little hole until she can’t walk straight. It’s what she wants.”

The combination of Kazuha’s perfect, offered ass, the bright red mark from Asa’s slap, and the knowledge that she’s a virgin is too much. Your cock, already hard from their lingerie display, twitches violently, aching with a sudden, desperate need.

You don’t say a word. You simply stand up and start tearing off your clothes, your eyes never leaving Kazuha’s trembling, offered form. Your shirt comes off, then your pants, until you’re completely naked, your cock pointing at them like a weapon. You climb onto the bed, the mattress dipping under your weight, and crawl towards them.

“Before we do anything,” you say, “that perfect ass needs to be prepared. I want it wet. Soaking.” You look directly at Asa, your gaze hard and commanding. “I want you to eat her ass, Asa. Lick it, suck it, get your tongue deep in that tight little hole until she’s begging me to fuck her. Make her ready for me.”

Asa’s eyes widen with delight. She looks like you’ve just offered her the greatest gift in the world. “With pleasure, daddy,” she purrs, crawling eagerly behind Kazuha, her crimson lingerie contrasting with Kazuha’s white.

Asa positions herself behind Kazuha, grabbing her hips to hold her steady. She pulls Kazuha's panties aside then parts her ass cheeks with both hands, exposing the delicate, pink, puckered rosebud of her virgin asshole. Kazuha shivers violently, a choked sob escaping her lips as she feels the cool air hit her most intimate, untouched flesh. Asa leans in, her hot breath ghosting over the sensitive skin before her tongue darts out, tracing a slow, wet line up the crack of Kazuha’s ass.

Kazuha screams into the pillow, her whole body convulsing. “Oh my god… Asa…”

Asa doesn’t stop. She licks with devotion, her tongue working its way down, lavishing attention on the soft skin of Kazuha’s cheeks before finally zeroing in on her target. She presses her lips to Kazuha’s asshole and sucks gently, making Kazuha cry out again, her hips bucking. Then, Asa’s tongue pushes forward, probing the tight, closed-off entrance. She flicks it, circles it, teases it, until Kazuha is a writhing, moaning mess, her pussy, untouched, leaking juices onto the bedsheets.

“That’s it, baby,” Asa murmurs against her skin. “Relax for me. Open up that sweet little hole for my tongue.” She pushes her tongue harder, forcing the tip just inside the tight ring of muscle. Kazuha gasps, her body tensing for a second before a long, shuddering sigh escapes her, her muscles relaxing as a wave of unexpected pleasure washes over her.

Asa takes the opportunity, sinking her tongue deeper, rimming her with a debauched enthusiasm that is both disgusting and incredibly arousing. She groans with pleasure, clearly savoring the taste of her friend.

You watch, completely mesmerized, stroking your throbbing cock as Asa eats Kazuha’s ass with a religious fervor. Asa’s hands aren’t idle either; one hand grips Kazuha’s hip, while the other sneaks around to the front, her fingers finding Kazuha’s wet pussy and slipping inside, fingering her in time with the rhythm of her tongue. Kazuha is lost, her mind shattered by the dual assault, her moans turning into a continuous, high-pitched keen of pleasure. Her pussy floods the bed, her hips grinding back against Asa’s face, begging for more.

“Fuck… Asa, please…” Kazuha whimpers. “It feels… so good… so weird…”

“I know, baby, I know,” Asa coos, pulling back for a second, a string of saliva connecting her lips to Kazuha’s glistening asshole. “You’re so tight, so tasty. Daddy’s gonna love fucking this ass.”

Finally, after what feels like an eternity of the most depraved foreplay you’ve ever witnessed, Asa pulls back, leaving Kazuha a trembling, panting wreck. Her asshole is now red, wet, and visibly looser, glistening with saliva. Asa grabs the bottle of lubricant, a wicked grin on her face. She squeezes a generous amount onto her palm, the clear, thick liquid shimmering under the lamp light.

First, she rubs it all over Kazuha’s ass cheeks, coating them in a slick, shiny sheen, making the red handprint from her earlier slap stand out even more. Then, she focuses on the main event, gooping a large dollop of lube directly onto Kazuha’s asshole. Kazuha gasps as the cool liquid hits her, but Asa is already working it in, her fingers circling the entrance before she gently pushes one lubricated finger inside.

Kazuha cries out, her body tensing, but Asa soothes her, whispering dirty encouragements as she slowly works her finger in and out, stretching the tight ring of muscle. She adds a second finger, and Kazuha whimpers, but the pleasure is starting to override the discomfort, her hips starting to rock into the stretch.

Once Kazuha is thoroughly lubed and stretched, Asa turns her attention to you. She crawls over, the lube on her hands making her movements slick and silent, and takes your hard cock in her hand. She pours the lubricant directly onto you, the cool gel a shocking contrast to the heat of your skin, and begins to stroke you, coating you from base to tip in the slippery substance.

“There,” she says as she gives you one last slow, torturous stroke. “All ready for you, daddy. Her virgin ass is lubed up and waiting for you to claim it.”

You don’t need any more encouragement. You move behind Kazuha, who is still on all fours, her ass held high, glistening with spit and lube, her body trembling with fear and desperate anticipation. You grab her hips, positioning yourself, and press the thick, blunt head of your cock against her tight, waiting hole.

The sensation is insane. Even with all the preparation, she’s incredibly tight. Your cock head pushes against the puckered entrance, and she lets out a pained whimper, her body flinching.

“Shhh, baby, relax,” Asa whispers, moving to kneel in front of Kazuha, holding her hands and letting her squeeze. “You can take it. You want this.”

You push forward, slowly but firmly, ignoring Kazuha’s soft pleas. The tip of your cock breaches her, stretching the virgin ring of muscle. It’s a tight, searing heat, a resistance that feels both like a barrier and an invitation. Kazuha screams, a sound of pain and shocking pleasure as you slowly, painstakingly, inch your way inside her. It takes all your control to go slow, to let her body adjust to your thickness, but the feeling of her virgin walls stretching and yielding around you is one of the most intensely erotic things you’ve ever felt.

Finally, with one last, firm push, you’re all the way in, your balls pressing against her slick perineum. You’re buried to the hilt in her ass. You both groan, a symphony of relief and overwhelming sensation. Her insides are so hot, so tight, clinging to your cock like a velvet glove lined with fire. Her round, juicy ass, still held high on all fours, is perfect, the sight of your cock disappearing into her driving you wild.

You stay still for a moment, letting her get used to the feeling of being so completely filled. Then, you begin to move, starting with slow, deep thrusts. Each movement is a revelation, her tight inner walls squeezing and massaging your shaft with an intensity her pussy could never match. Kazuha’s pained whimpers slowly transform into gasps of pleasure, her hips starting to move with you, tentatively at first, then with more confidence.

Asa watches the whole thing with gleaming eyes, a twisted smile on her face. “That’s it, Kazuha,” she encourages. “Take daddy’s big cock. Show him how good his little anal slut can be.” She leans in and kisses you, a quick, hungry peck, her tongue darting into your mouth before she pulls back to watch.

You increase the pace, your thrusts becoming harder, faster. The initial gentleness is gone, replaced by a need to conquer, to own this tight, virgin space. You grab a handful of Kazuha’s long, dark hair, yanking her head back as you pound into her, the sound of your flesh slapping against her slick ass echoing through the room. She screams, loud and unrestrained.

“Oh my god, daddy! It hurts… it hurts so good! Please, don’t stop!”

You don’t. You fuck her mercilessly, your hips a blur of motion, each thrust slamming your cock deep into her guts. You start slapping her ass, your open palm connecting with her cheeks, leaving angry red marks that layer over the first one. She screams with every slap, her body bucking wildly, but she pushes back against you, meeting your thrusts, taking the punishment like a seasoned whore.

Asa is a whirlwind of debauchery, her presence heightening the scene to an almost unbearable level. She crawls around, kissing you deeply one moment, then moving to lick the sweat that’s beading on Kazuha’s back the next, her tongue tracing patterns on her friend’s trembling skin. “Fuck her harder, daddy!” she shrieks with manic glee. “Ruin her! Make her scream your name! She loves it, look at her, she’s so wet for you even though you’re not even touching her pussy!”

It’s true. A glance down shows Kazuha’s pussy is a mess, juices dripping freely onto the bed, her clit swollen and red, her body so overwhelmed by the anal stimulation that she’s on the verge of a hands-free orgasm. The sight pushes you closer to the edge. Your thrusts become frantic, desperate, your balls aching with the need to release.

“I’m going to cum, Kazuha,” you gasp. “I’m going to fill your ass up.”

“Yes!” she screams. “Please, daddy, cum inside me! Fill my ass with your hot cum! Breed my ass!”

That’s all the permission you need. With a final, guttural roar, you drive your cock as deep as it will go and your orgasm rips through you. You erupt inside her, blasting load after load of hot, thick seed into her tight rectum. Your cock pulses violently, flooding her with your essence, the sensation of cumming inside her ass so intense it’s almost painful.

Kazuha transcends. As your hot cum fills her, her body seizes in a violent, shuddering orgasm. She screams your name, her pussy contracting wildly, squirting her own juices onto the bed as she comes harder than she ever has before, all from the raw, brutal fucking of her ass.

You keep thrusting even as you finish, milking every last drop out of yourself, pounding your softening cock into her as she shakes and whimpers, completely broken and remade by the experience. Finally, spent, you collapse on top of her, your bodies slick with sweat, lube, and spit.

After a moment, you pull out slowly, the sound a wet, obscene squelch. You get off the bed and stand in front of her, breathing heavily. “Kazuha,” you say. “Show me. Show me what I did to you.”

Still trembling, she obeys. She reaches back, grabs her own ass cheeks, and pulls them apart, spreading herself wide for you. Then, with a grunt of effort, she flexes her ass muscles, pushing. Your cum, thick and white, begins to ooze out of her red, swollen, stretched-out asshole, dripping down onto the sheets.

Asa is on it in an instant. She kneels down, a look of pure, primal hunger on her face, and latches her mouth onto Kazuha’s asshole, licking up every drop of your cum as it spills out.

Her tongue works with a frantic energy, darting into Kazuha’s stretched, ruined asshole to scoop out every last drop. Kazuha is a trembling, shuddering mess beneath her, her body still twitching with the aftershocks of her orgasm, whimpering every time Asa’s tongue probes the tender, raw flesh of her freshly-fucked hole. It is undoubtedly an image that will remain etched in your memory forever: one beautiful idol eating another’s ass clean after you bred it, her face buried between cheeks that are still bright red and marked from your hand.

“Mmm, so good,” Asa murmurs. She pulls back for a second, a thick glob of your seed on the tip of her tongue, and she licks her lips, savoring it before diving back in. “Don’t worry, Zuha, I’ll get every last drop. Can’t let any of daddy’s perfect cum go to waste.”

She’s meticulous, a true connoisseur of depravity. She uses her fingers to hold Kazuha’s ass cheeks spread wide, giving her tongue full access, and she slurps loudly, cleaning not just the entrance but the surrounding skin, leaving a glistening trail of saliva in her wake. Kazuha groans witg pain and a new, flickering wave of pleasure. The cool wetness of Asa’s tongue is a strange sort of balm on her burning, swollen asshole, even as the probing motion makes her wince.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity of the most obscene cleanup imaginable, Asa finishes. She gives Kazuha’s asshole one last, long, lingering lick, then pulls back, her face a mess. Her lips are swollen, glistening with your cum and Kazuha’s essence, a triumphant, satisfied smirk plastered on her face. She looks up at you, her eyes gleaming, and proudly declares: “All clean, daddy. Not a drop wasted.”

She then crawls up Kazuha’s trembling body, her crimson lingerie stark against her friend’s pale, sweat-slicked skin. Kazuha pushes herself up weakly onto her elbows, her face buried in the pillows, still catching her breath. Asa leans over her, grabs her face, and pulls her into a deep, filthy kiss. Their mouths crash together, and Asa’s tongue, still coated in the taste of your cum, plunges into Kazuha’s mouth. Kazuha moans into the kiss, accepting it without hesitation, her own tongue meeting Asa’s in a sloppy, wet dance. They share the flavor, swapping spit and the lingering taste of you, their moans a testament to their shared satisfaction.

When they finally break apart, a string of saliva connects their lips. Kazuha collapses back onto the bed, her body boneless, completely spent. She tries to shift, to find a more comfortable position, but a sharp, searing pain makes her cry out, her body tensing. She reaches back, her hand hovering over her ass, her face contorting in a pained grimace.

“Fuck,” she whispers. “It burns… it’s burning so much.”

Asa just laughs, a cruel, delighted sound. She crawls over and pokes one of Kazuha’s red, swollen ass cheeks, making her yelp again. “What did you expect, idiot?” she teases, her smile wicked. “Daddy has a huge cock, and he just destroyed your virgin ass. You won’t be able to sit down for a week.”

But despite the pain, a hazy, blissed-out smile spreads across Kazuha’s face. She looks at you, her eyes shining with something between adoration and pure, slutty pride.

“I don’t care,” she says. “It hurts, but… fuck, it was worth it. Thank you, daddy.” She reaches a trembling hand out to you, her fingers brushing against your leg. “Thank you for destroying me. For breaking me in. I loved it.”

You look at them both, your mind reeling. Kazuha, lying there, a beautiful, ruined mess, her ass stretched and marked and filled, so happy in her pain. And Asa, the instigator, the gleeful accomplice, perched beside her friend like a adorable succubus.

Your girls. Fucking perfect.

—

A routine forms, a beautiful, depraved rhythm that takes over the house. The days bleed into one another, marked not by the calendar but by the cycle of fucking, eating, and sleeping, all tangled together in a haze of lust. Mornings start with you waking up sandwiched between them, their naked bodies warm and pliant against yours, their hair smelling of shampoo and sex. You cook breakfast while they lounge in your shirts, their legs bare, covered in the faint, fading marks of the previous night’s activities. They’re no longer shy; they’re possessive, constantly touching you, kissing you, their hands wandering under the table while you eat, a silent competition to see who can make you hard first.

The days are a strange combination of domesticity and debauchery. You’ll be on the couch, watching a movie, and Asa will just crawl into your lap, pull your cock out, and start sucking it like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Kazuha will watch, fingering herself openly. You fuck everywhere: on the kitchen counter while dinner is cooking, against the wall in the hallway, in the shower until the water runs cold. The lines blur until there is no separation between normal life and the constant, simmering state of arousal that has become your new reality.

And with each passing day, they become more submissive, more eager to please, more desperate for your approval and your punishment. The playful teasing gives way to a deeper, more serious devotion. They start calling you “Daddy” or “Sir” without prompting, their eyes wide and pleading when they ask for things.

The marks become a part of their daily attire. You brand them with your mouth, leaving dark purple hickeys on their necks, their breasts, the inside of their thighs; little trophies that declare your ownership. You bite them during sex, hard enough to leave teeth marks on their asses and shoulders, and they cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, begging you to do it again, to leave a mark that will last for days.

The slapping escalates. It starts with their asses, which you paddle until they’re bright red and stinging, the sound echoing through the house as they scream and buck. But soon, it’s not enough. During a particularly rough fuck, with Kazuha pinned beneath you, her eyes rolling back in her head, you slap her across the face. Not hard, but enough to shock her, to leave a faint red print on her cheek. Her eyes snap open, wide with a stunned, wild arousal, and a broken, grateful sob escapes her lips. “Thank you, Sir,” she whispers, and from then on, face slapping becomes part of the ritual. You do it to silence them when their moans get too loud, to punish them for some imagined slight, or simply to see that look of beautiful, broken submission on their faces. Asa loves it even more, leaning into the slaps, a crazed, ecstatic smile on her face as you mark her.

You find your belt one afternoon, and their eyes light up with a sick, eager curiosity.

“What are you going to do with that, Daddy?” Asa asks. You don’t answer. You make them kneel side-by-side, their asses presented to you like offerings. You fold the leather belt in half, and the first crack against Kazuha’s ass makes her scream, a sharp, piercing sound that is pure pain. You don’t stop. You whip them both, alternating cheeks, leaving angry red welts that crisscross their perfect skin.

They cry, they beg, they plead, but they don’t move. They take it, their bodies trembling, their pussies flooding with arousal, until you decide they’ve had enough. Afterward, they crawl to you, their faces tear-streaked, and kiss your feet, thanking you for the punishment, for the marks they’ll carry for days.

The choking becomes their favorite. They beg for it, their hands guiding yours to their throats as you fuck them.

“Please, Sir, make me forget how to breathe,” Kazuha will gasp, her eyes wide and trusting as your hand closes around her delicate neck. You squeeze, cutting off her air, and watch as her body goes limp beneath you, her moans turning into muffled, desperate gurgles. You fuck her in that state of blissful hypoxia, her body completely pliant, completely yours, only releasing your grip at the last possible second.

She comes back to life with a shuddering gasp, her orgasm ripping through her as oxygen floods her brain, her eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy. Asa is the same, her body thrashing wildly as you suffocate her, her muffled screams of pleasure the most erotic sound you’ve ever heard.

You cum several times a day, your balls constantly aching, your body a machine designed for their pleasure and their degradation. You cum in their mouths, on their faces, across their tits, and deep inside them, both pussy and ass. They swallow it greedily, lick it off each other’s bodies, and beg for more, their hunger for your seed seemingly insatiable. They are your whores, your pets, your girls, and they have given themselves to you so completely that their idol personas have all but vanished, replaced by these two beautiful, broken creatures who exist only to serve you.

And so the week passes in sweat, sex, and submission.

Until Friday afternoon.

A fragile peace settles over the house. You’re on the couch, watching some mindless TV show, a beer in your hand. Asa is curled up on your lap, her head resting on your chest, wearing nothing but one of your old t-shirts, her legs covered in faint, yellowing bruises from the belt.

Kazuha is lying on the floor, her head resting on your knee, also in one of your shirts, idly tracing the welts on Asa’s thigh, a sleepy, contented look on her face. They are both marked, tired, and completely at ease.

Then, the doorbell rings.

All three of you freeze. Asa lifts her head from your chest, her eyes wide. Kazuha sits up, a flicker of something (maybe apprehension, maybe excitement) in her gaze. They both look at you, then at the door.

You get up slowly. You walk to the door, every step feeling deliberate, heavy. You pull it open, and there she is.

Mina.

She looks like a goddess, an ethereal being from another world. She’s dressed in a simple, elegant black dress, her hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail, her makeup flawless. She looks rested, poised, and utterly in control, a shocking contrast to the beautiful, bruised, half-naked mess you left on the couch. A small, overnight bag is at her feet.

She doesn’t say anything at first. Her eyes meet yours for a brief, intense moment. Then, her gaze drifts past you, into the living room, to where Asa and Kazuha are now sitting up, watching her with wide, reverent eyes. They look like two guilty children caught by their mother, but there’s no fear in their expressions, only a raw, eager submission.

A slow, satisfied smile spreads across Mina’s perfect lips. She looks at the marks on their skin, the sleepy, fucked-out haze in their eyes, the way they’re dressed in your clothes, and her smile widens. She surveys the scene, the beautiful chaos she orchestrated, and she is pleased.

She finally looks back at you.

“Well,” she says. “It looks like you all had fun while I was away.” She steps inside, closing the door behind her.

You pull her into your arms, pressing your lips to hers in a deep, hungry kiss that speaks of days of longing and separation. She melts against you, her body soft and familiar, her perfume a welcome contrast to the heavy musk of sex that has filled the house for days. When you pull back, your hands frame her face, thumbs brushing her cheekbones.

"Fuck, I missed you," you breathe against her lips. "Every day. Every single day."

Her eyes soften, genuine warmth replacing the calculating look she'd given the room moments before. "I missed you too," she murmurs, her fingers threading through your hair. "More than you know."

Behind you, Asa and Kazuha have scrambled to their feet, suddenly self-conscious in nothing but your oversized t-shirts. They approach cautiously, like cats unsure of their welcome. Asa speaks first, her usual confidence tempered with an odd shyness.

"Hi, Mina," she says, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Welcome back."

Kazuha nods, her hands fidgeting with the hem of the shirt. "Yeah, welcome back. We... we took good care of him for you."

Mina laughs, a genuine, delighted sound that fills the space. She releases you and moves toward them, pulling each girl into a warm hug. "I can see that," she says, her eyes taking in the fading marks on their necks, the satisfied exhaustion in their postures. "You both look... well-used." The words should sound insulting, but coming from her, they're praise, and both girls beam under her approval.

"Let me cook for all of you," you say, needing to ground yourself in something normal. "Celebrate properly."

The kitchen becomes a warm, bustling space as you prepare a proper meal - nothing fancy, but better than the quick fixes you've been surviving on all week. Mina perches on a stool, elegant even in casual clothes, while Asa and Kazuha hover nearby, stealing glances between her and you like they're trying to figure out the dynamic. The conversation flows easily, surprisingly normal given the circumstances.

"How was the MISAMO tour?" you ask as you stir sauce, genuinely curious. Despite everything that's happened this week, you've still been following her career, proud of her success.

Mina's face lights up. "Exhausting but amazing. The crowds were incredible - bigger than we expected in some cities. Sana got food poisoning in Osaka, which was a disaster, but Momo stepped up and covered her parts perfectly." She pauses, watching you cook with fond eyes. "But I kept thinking about coming back here. About what you were up to with these two troublemakers."

Asa grins, stealing a piece of vegetables from your cutting board. "We kept him very busy. Very relaxed. Right, Daddy?"

The casual use of the name makes Mina's eyebrows raise slightly, an amused smirk playing at her lips. "Daddy, hmm? You really did break them in properly."

Kazuha blushes but doesn't deny it. "He was... thorough. We learned a lot about ourselves this week."

When dinner is ready, you all gather around the small dining table. The conversation flows between light gossip about the industry, stories from the tour, and careful questions about how the week went. You notice how Mina watches the girls, observing their body language, the way they automatically defer to you, how they wince slightly when they sit down.

"And you?" Mina asks, cutting into her food. "Have you been relaxing? You look... different. Less stressed."

You consider the question, looking at Asa and Kazuha, both of whom are watching you with expectant eyes. "Yeah, I have been. More than I expected. They've been... incredible company." You meet each of their gazes in turn. "Perfect, actually."

The compliment makes both girls glow with pride. Asa reaches over to squeeze your hand briefly. "We aim to please."

"And from what I can see," Mina says, "you've been very pleased indeed. I can see the marks from here, girls. He really did a number on you both."

Kazuha touches her neck self-consciously where a particularly dark hickey is still visible. "We asked for it. Begged for it, actually."

"Good," Mina says simply. "That's exactly what I hoped would happen."

As dinner winds down and the dishes are cleared, a different energy begins to build in the room. The casual, domestic atmosphere starts to give way to something more charged, more purposeful. Mina stands, smoothing her dress, and looks at the three of you with that calculating expression returning.

"Well," she says. "I think it's time the real fun finally begins, don't you?" Asa and Kazuha exchange excited glances, their exhaustion from the week suddenly forgotten. You feel your pulse quicken, anticipation and arousal beginning to build again despite having been thoroughly drained by days of constant sex. "Bedroom," Mina says simply. "All of you. Now."

The migration to the bedroom feels like a procession. Mina leads the way, her hips swaying with deliberate sensuality, while you and the girls follow like eager disciples. The bedroom still bears the evidence of your week together - rumpled sheets that have been changed multiple times but still carry the scent of sex, discarded lingerie in various corners, the bottle of lube still sitting openly on the nightstand.

Mina sets her overnight bag on the dresser and turns to face the three of you. Asa and Kazuha sit on the edge of the bed, still in your t-shirts, their legs bare, watching her with rapt attention. You stand beside them.

"I brought something special," Mina says, her fingers working at the zipper of her bag with deliberate slowness. "Something I've been thinking about using on these two beautiful sluts all week while I was performing." She pauses, her hand still in the bag, and looks directly at Asa and Kazuha. "You are my sluts now too, aren't you? Not just his?"

"Yes!" they both respond immediately.

"Good." Mina's smile is cruel as she slowly withdraws her surprise. It's a strap-on harness, black leather with silver buckles, and attached is a substantial dildo - not as large as you, but impressive in its own right, with a slight curve designed for maximum impact. The sight of it in her delicate hands is both shocking and incredibly arousing.

Asa gasps, her hands covering her mouth. "Oh my god, Mina!"

Kazuha's reaction is more subdued but no less intense. She bites her lip, her thighs pressing together as arousal visibly floods through her. "Are you going to... to fuck us with that?"

Mina weighs the strap-on in her hands, testing its heft. "Oh, I'm going to do much more than that," she purrs. "I'm going to show you both what it really means to be owned. By both of us." She looks at you. "We're going to break you completely tonight. Together."

Asa reaches out tentatively to touch the dildo, her fingers tracing its length with obvious fascination. "It's perfect," she whispers.

"It will be," Mina agrees, beginning to unfasten her dress. "By the time we're done with you two, you won't remember your own names. You'll only remember ours, and how good it feels to be our perfect little fucktoys."

As Mina's dress pools at her feet, revealing the elegant black lingerie beneath, you realize this night is going to surpass every fantasy you've ever had. Now the real destruction begins.

steps out of her dress like a goddess ascending from shadow, the black fabric pooling around her feet like spilled ink. The lingerie beneath is stunning: delicate black lace that hugs her familiar curves, a bra that pushes her breasts together in a way that makes your mouth water, matching panties that sit high on her hips. But it's the confidence she radiates that truly takes your breath away. She moves with predatory grace, every step deliberate as she approaches the strap-on harness, her fingers working the buckles with practiced efficiency.

"Strip," she commands without looking at any of you, her attention focused on adjusting the harness around her slim waist. "I want you all naked. Now."

The authority in her voice is absolute, and you find yourself obeying without question, pulling your shirt over your head and stepping out of your pants and underwear. Beside you on the bed, Asa and Kazuha scramble to remove your t-shirts, their movements eager but clumsy in their haste. Soon all three of you are naked, your bodies bearing the evidence of the week's activities; fading marks, lingering bruises, the kind of satisfied exhaustion that comes from constant, thorough use.

Mina turns to face you, now wearing the strap-on, the black dildo jutting from her hips with obscene pride. The contrast is staggering: her ethereal beauty, the elegant set of her shoulders, the graceful line of her neck, all paired with this crude instrument of dominance. She looks like a dark angel, beautiful and terrible in equal measure.

"Look at you three," she purrs, her eyes roaming over your bodies with obvious satisfaction. "My husband, relaxed and satisfied. And these two beautiful whores, marked and claimed." She approaches the bed slowly, the dildo swaying slightly with each step. "But we're not done yet. Not even close."

Asa and Kazuha watch her approach with wide eyes, their bodies trembling with anticipation. The week has changed them, stripped away their inhibitions and left them raw, desperate for more. They reach for each other unconsciously, fingers intertwining as they prepare for whatever Mina has planned.

"Asa," Mina says. "On your back. Legs spread. I want to see what he's done to you this week."

Asa complies immediately, falling back onto the bed and spreading her legs wide. Her pussy is visibly swollen from days of use, her lips puffy and pink, glistening with arousal despite having been thoroughly fucked just hours ago. Mina climbs onto the bed, positioning herself between Asa's thighs, the tip of the strap-on pressing against her entrance.

"And you," Mina looks at Kazuha, then at you. "I want her mouth busy while I fuck this slut. But first..." She reaches into her bag and pulls out a small, powerful-looking vibrator. "This is for me. I want to cum too."

She positions the vibrator against her clit, trapped between the strap-on and the panties, her breath hitching as she turns it on. The soft buzzing fills the room, mixing with Asa's whimpers as Mina begins to push the dildo into her wet pussy.

"Kazuha," you say, your own arousal building rapidly at the scene unfolding before you. "Come here. I want that mouth."

Kazuha crawls to you eagerly, her movements fluid despite the lingering soreness in her ass. She positions herself on her knees beside the bed, her mouth level with your rapidly hardening cock. Without hesitation, she takes you between her lips, her tongue swirling around the head as she begins to work you back to full hardness.

Mina starts slow with Asa, the dildo sliding in and out of her pussy with deliberate precision. Asa's moans fill the room, her back arching as Mina hits spots that have been neglected during your week of focus on anal play and rough use. The dildo is curved just right, designed to hit her g-spot with every thrust, and Asa is already trembling on the edge of orgasm.

"Fuck, Mina!" Asa gasps, her hands clutching at the sheets. "It feels so good! I forgot... I forgot how amazing it is to be fucked properly in my pussy!"

Mina smiles wickedly, increasing her pace slightly. The vibrator against her clit has her breathing heavily, her movements becoming more aggressive as her own pleasure builds. "That's right, slut. Let me remind you how it feels to be owned by a woman. By someone who knows exactly how to make you scream."

Meanwhile, Kazuha is working your cock with renewed enthusiasm, her mouth sliding up and down your length with practiced skill. She's learned your preferences over the week, knows exactly how much pressure to apply, where to focus her attention. Her tongue works the underside of your shaft while her lips form a tight seal, creating the perfect combination of suction and friction.

You thread your fingers through Kazuha's hair, not to control her movements but simply to feel connected to her as she services you. Her eyes look up at you occasionally, checking your reaction, making sure she's pleasing you the way she's been trained to do all week.

"Good girl," you murmur, and she moans around your cock. "Such a perfect little cocksucker. You've learned so well."

The praise makes her work harder, her head bobbing faster, taking you deeper into her throat. She's mastered the art of suppressing her gag reflex, learned to relax and let you slide all the way down her throat until her nose presses against your pubic bone.

On the bed, Mina has found her rhythm, the strap-on pistoning in and out of Asa's dripping pussy with increasing force. Mina's own breathing is getting ragged, the vibrator doing its work as she approaches her first climax of the evening.

"I'm close," Asa pants, her legs wrapping around Mina's waist, trying to pull her deeper. "Please, Mina, make me cum! I need it so bad!"

Mina responds by angling her hips differently, making sure the curved dildo hits Asa's g-spot with every thrust. "Cum for me then, whore," she says. "Show me how much you love being fucked by your mistress!"

As Asa's orgasm hits her, her body convulses as waves of pleasure crash over her. She screams your wife's name, her pussy clenching around the dildo as she comes harder than she has all week. The sight of her climax pushes Mina over the edge, and she cries out as her own orgasm rips through her, the vibrator buzzing against her clit as she grinds against the base of the strap-on.

The visual of both women coming together is almost too much for you to handle. Your cock twitches in Kazuha's mouth, and you have to gently pull her off to prevent yourself from cumming too early.

"Switch," you say breathlessly. "Kazuha, I want you on the bed. Asa, come here."

The girls comply without question. Kazuha spreads herself on the bed, her pussy already wet from watching the show, while Asa crawls to you, her face still flushed from her recent orgasm.

Mina moves to position herself over Kazuha, the tip of the strap-on pressing against her entrance. "Your turn, beautiful," she purrs. "Let's see if you can handle what your friend just took."

As Mina begins to work the dildo into Kazuha's tight pussy, you guide Asa's mouth to your cock. She's eager, her tongue immediately going to work on your shaft, licking and sucking with the desperation of someone who's been thoroughly broken and remade for your pleasure.

Kazuha's reaction to being fucked by Mina is different from Asa's. Where Asa was loud and dramatic, Kazuha is more controlled, her pleasure manifesting in soft gasps and the way her body undulates beneath Mina's thrusts. Her training as a dancer shows in the way she moves, her hips rolling to meet each thrust, creating a rhythm that's almost hypnotic to watch.

"Such a good girl," Mina murmurs, her own arousal building again as she works the dildo in and out of Kazuha's gripping pussy. "So responsive, so perfect. I can see why he enjoyed you so much this week."

You're torn between watching your wife fuck Kazuha and enjoying the incredible sensations of Asa's mouth on your cock. She's gotten so good at reading your body, knowing when to slow down to prolong your pleasure and when to increase intensity to bring you closer to the edge.

The vibrator is still buzzing against Mina's clit, and you can see she's building toward another orgasm. Her movements are becoming more erratic, more desperate, as she chases her release while simultaneously driving Kazuha toward hers.

"I have an idea," you say. "Something that will show these sluts exactly who owns them now."

Mina raises an eyebrow, looking at you but still fucking Kazuha fiercely. "What did you have in mind, baby?"

You gesture toward the bed. "Both of you, on all fours on the bed. Face each other. I want you close enough to kiss while we fuck you from behind."

Asa's eyes light up immediately. "Yes, daddy! That sounds perfect!" She scrambles onto the bed, positioning herself on her hands and knees, her perfect ass raised high, still bearing the faint marks from your belt earlier in the week.

Mina slowly takes the strap out of Kazuha, who follows eagerly, crawling onto the bed and positioning herself mirror-image to Asa, their faces only inches apart. Her own ass, slightly more marked from the brutal anal session days ago, presents itself beautifully to Mina. Both girls arch their backs perfectly, a pose they've perfected from their dance training, showing off the smooth curves of their spines and the inviting roundness of their asses.

"Beautiful," Mina purrs, climbing onto the bed behind Kazuha. She positions the strap-on at Kazuha's dripping entrance, teasing her with just the tip. "Such perfect positioning. Like they were made to be fucked by us."

You take your position behind Asa, your hands immediately going to her hips, feeling the familiar softness of her skin under your palms. Your cock throbs with need as you press it against her soaked pussy, not entering yet, just letting her feel your heat. "Look at each other," you say. "I want you kissing while we destroy you. Show us how much you love being our sluts."

Without hesitation, Asa and Kazuha lean forward, their lips meeting in a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues dance together, soft moans escaping as they taste each other, their bodies trembling with anticipation of what's to come.

"Now," Mina says, carrying absolute authority. "Let's show these whores what it means to be owned by both mommy and daddy."

With that, you both push forward simultaneously. Your cock slides into Asa's tight, wet heat while Mina drives the strap-on deep into Kazuha's equally desperate pussy. Both girls scream into each other's mouths, the sound muffled but no less intense, their bodies jerking forward from the sudden penetration.

"Fuck!" Asa gasps against Kazuha's lips, her eyes rolling back as you fill her completely. "Daddy's so thick! So fucking big!"

Kazuha moans in response, her body adjusting to Mina's aggressive pace. "Mommy's fucking me so good! The angle... oh god, it's hitting everything!"

You establish a rhythm quickly, your hips snapping forward with controlled force, driving your cock deep into Asa's pussy with each thrust. The week of constant fucking has taught you exactly how she likes it: hard enough to make her gasp, deep enough to hit her cervix, fast enough to keep her constantly on edge.

Beside you, Mina is equally relentless with Kazuha. The strap-on pistons in and out of her pussy with mechanical precision, each thrust accompanied by Mina's soft grunts of effort and pleasure. The vibrator pressed against her clit ensures she's getting as much pleasure as she's giving, her own arousal building with each movement.

"Kiss deeper," you say, your hand coming down hard on Asa's ass with a sharp crack. The sound echoes through the room, followed immediately by her muffled scream of pleasure-pain. "I want to see those tongues working."

The girls comply immediately, their kiss becoming more desperate, more pornographic. Their tongues wrestle and dance, saliva mixing and dripping down their chins as they lose themselves in the sensation of being fucked from behind while tasting each other.

Mina follows your lead, her own hand coming down on Kazuha's ass with a satisfying slap. "That's right, sluts," she pants, her movements becoming more aggressive. "Show us how much you love being used by your owners."

The synchronized fucking continues, both of you finding a complementary rhythm. When you thrust forward into Asa, Mina pulls back from Kazuha, creating a seesaw motion that keeps both girls constantly stimulated, never allowing them a moment's rest.

"Harder, daddy!" Asa begs against Kazuha's mouth, her hips pushing back to meet your thrusts. "Spank me harder! I've been such a bad girl this week!"

You oblige, your hand raining down a series of sharp slaps across both her ass cheeks, turning them a beautiful pink that matches the marks already fading from earlier sessions. Each slap makes her pussy clench around your cock, adding to your pleasure as you continue pounding into her.

"Don't forget about me, mommy," Kazuha whimpers, looking back at Mina with pleading eyes. "My ass needs attention too!"

Mina grins wickedly, her hand coming down repeatedly on Kazuha's upturned ass, leaving bright red handprints on her pale skin. "Such a greedy little whore," she says, punctuating each word with another spank. "Always wanting more pain, more pleasure, more attention!"

You vary your technique, sometimes focusing on deep, slow strokes that make Asa feel every inch of your cock, other times switching to rapid, shallow thrusts that stimulate her most sensitive areas. Your free hand grabs a handful of her hair, pulling her head back slightly, breaking her kiss with Kazuha momentarily.

"Tell me how much you love this," you growl in her ear, your hips never stopping their relentless motion. "Tell me how much you love being daddy's personal fucktoy."

"I love it so much!" Asa screams. "I love being your fucktoy, daddy! I love how you use me, how you hurt me, how you make me feel like nothing but a hole for your pleasure!"

Satisfied with her response, you release her hair, allowing her to return to kissing Kazuha, who has been receiving similar treatment from Mina. Your wife has been whispering filthy encouragements in Kazuha's ear, telling her what a perfect slut she is, how beautifully she takes the strap-on, how much she loves watching her be destroyed.

The pace intensifies as both you and Mina chase your approaching orgasms. Your balls slap against Asa's clit with each thrust, the additional stimulation making her body quake with approaching climax. Her pussy is getting tighter, more desperate, clutching at your cock like she never wants to let you go.

Mina is equally close, the vibrator against her clit and the base of the strap-on creating a perfect storm of friction. Her movements become more erratic, more desperate, as she pounds into Kazuha with increasing fury.

"I'm getting close," you warn. "These sluts are going to get what they've been begging for all week."

"Me too," Mina gasps, her face flushed with exertion and arousal. "I want to cover them in our cum. Mark them as ours completely."

The girls hear your words and their kissing becomes even more frantic, more desperate. They know what's coming, and they want it more than anything. Their bodies are trembling with their own approaching orgasms, held back only by their training to wait for permission.

"Please, daddy, mommy," Asa begs between kisses. "Let us cum with you! We've been such good girls!"

"Such perfect sluts," Kazuha adds. "We deserve to cum while you mark us!"

But you're not ready to give them that satisfaction yet. Instead, you pull out of Asa abruptly, your cock glistening with her juices, throbbing with the need for release. Mina follows suit, the strap-on sliding out of Kazuha with a wet sound that makes both girls whimper at the sudden emptiness.

"On your knees," you command, stepping back from the bed. "On the floor. Now."

The girls scramble to comply, sliding off the bed and dropping to their knees on the hardwood floor. They position themselves side by side, their faces upturned, mouths open, tongues extended like perfect little cum sluts waiting for their reward.

Mina quickly removes the strap-on, and puts her panties aside, her pussy visibly wet and swollen. She positions herself next to you, the vibrator still buzzing against her clit, her other hand between her legs, fingers working her soaked folds.

"Look at them," she pants, her eyes locked on the girls' eager faces. "So perfect, so ready to be marked by their owners."

You stroke your cock frantically, the sight of Asa and Kazuha kneeling before you, desperate for your cum, pushing you rapidly toward the edge. Your balls are tight, your shaft throbbing with each stroke, the week of constant use having built up a massive load that's ready to explode.

"Please, daddy," Asa begs, her tongue flicking out to lick her lips. "Cover us in your cum. We need it so bad!"

"Paint us with it," Kazuha adds, her own tongue extended, ready to catch whatever you give her. "Show us how much you love using us!"

The desperate begging pushes you over the edge. With a guttural roar, your orgasm explodes from you, thick ropes of cum shooting across both girls' faces. The first blast catches Asa across the nose and cheek, the second hits Kazuha's forehead and hair. You continue stroking, milking every drop from your aching balls, painting their eager faces with your seed.

"Yes!" Asa screams as your cum hits her, her own orgasm triggered by the feeling of being marked. "Thank you, daddy! Thank you for covering me!"

Simultaneously, Mina cries out in ecstasy beside you. But instead of just cumming, she squirts, her pussy contracting violently as a stream of her juices sprays across both girls' faces, mixing with your thick cum.

"Fuck yes!" Mina screams as she squirts, her body convulsing with the intensity of her climax. "Take it all, you beautiful sluts! Wear our cum like the perfect whores you are!"

Kazuha's own orgasm hits as Mina's juices splash across her face, her body shaking violently as waves of pleasure crash over her The combination of your cum and Mina's squirt coating her skin is enough to send her into orbit, her screams of pleasure filling the room.

Both girls are covered now, their faces glistening with the evidence of your dominance. Your thick, white cum mixes with Mina's clear, sweet-smelling juices, creating patterns across their cheeks, noses, and lips that mark them completely as yours.

They turn to each other immediately, their tongues darting out to clean each other's faces, sharing the mixture of your seed and Mina's juices in deep, messy kisses. They moan as they taste you both, their hands roaming over each other's bodies, lost in the bliss of being so thoroughly used and marked.

"Perfect," you breathe, collapsing back onto the bed as your orgasm subsides, your cock still twitching with aftershocks. "Absolutely fucking perfect."

Mina sinks down beside you, the vibrator finally silent, her body still trembling from the intensity of her squirting orgasm. "Look at them," she says as she watches the girls clean each other. "They're so beautiful like this. Covered in us, marked as ours."

Asa and Kazuha remain on their knees, their faces still glistening despite their cleaning efforts. They look like debauched angels, beautiful and broken and completely, utterly yours.

"Thank you," Kazuha whispers, voice a little hoarse from screaming. "Thank you for using us, for marking us, for making us yours."

Asa nods eagerly, cum still visible in her hair and on her chin. "We're yours forever," she says with genuine devotion. "Daddy's and mommy's perfect little sluts."

As the four of you catch your breath, the reality of what just happened settles over the room. The girls have been completely broken and remade, transformed from independent idols into willing, devoted sluts who exist solely for your pleasure and Mina's dominance. Your wife looks at you and smiles, wiping some sweat from her forehead as she catches her breath, she asks: "Now that’s a warm-up, don’t you think, darling? This weekend’s gonna be really intense."

“Oh, don't even get me started,” you say. “I've been warming up all week for this moment.”

“Oh, really?” Mina raises an eyebrow, amused by your audacity. “Let's see if you live up to your words then.”

—

And just as expected, the weekend unfolds like a perfect dream, the kind of experience that feels too intense and too good to be real. Having Mina back transforms the dynamic completely; where the week had been raw exploration and breaking boundaries, the weekend becomes something more sophisticated, more complete.

Saturday morning starts with all four of you tangled in the king-sized bed, limbs intertwined in ways that would be impossible to untangle without waking someone. Asa is curled against your chest, her hair tickling your chin, while Kazuha has somehow ended up with her leg thrown over Mina's hip. Your wife's arm is draped across your waist, her fingers intertwined with yours even in sleep. It's cramped, almost ridiculously so, but the warmth is incredible.

You wake first, as you have all week, but instead of slipping away to make breakfast, you just lie there, savoring the moment. The soft breathing of the three women around you, the way the morning light filters through the curtains to highlight the peaceful expressions on their faces. For the first time in months, maybe years, you feel completely relaxed.

"Good morning," Mina whispers, her eyes opening to meet yours. She doesn't move, doesn't disturb the girls, just smiles at you with that knowing look that says she's thinking the same thing you are.

"Best morning ever," you whisper back, and she laughs softly.

The girls wake gradually, stretching like cats, their bodies arching in ways that would be pornographic if not for the innocent sleepiness in their expressions. Asa nuzzles into your neck, pressing soft kisses to your throat, while Kazuha does the same to Mina.

"Don't want to get up," Asa mumbles against your skin. "Too comfortable. Too perfect."

"We have to eventually," Mina says practically, but she's smiling, her fingers still playing with yours. "But not yet. Not for a while yet."

The sex that follows is different from the intense, brutal fucking of the night before. It's slower, more exploratory, filled with soft kisses and gentle touches. You and Mina work together like a team that's been playing together for years, which in a way, you have. She knows exactly how to touch you to drive you wild, and you know all her favorite spots, the places that make her arch and moan.

The girls watch in fascination as you and Mina make out, your mouths moving together with the familiarity of long practice, your hands roaming each other's bodies with confident ownership. There's something powerful about displaying your connection, your marriage, in front of them. It reminds everyone of the hierarchy, but it also shows them what genuine love and lust combined looks like.

"You two are so hot together," Kazuha breathes, her hand between her legs as she watches you kiss your wife deeply. "The way you know exactly what she wants... it's incredible."

Asa nods, equally mesmerized. "It makes us want to be part of it even more. Like we want to learn to fit into what you have instead of being separate from it."

That becomes the theme of the weekend: integration rather than domination. Sensory deprivation becomes a key element in your games too. Blindfolds and ball gags are introduced, leaving them completely at your mercy as you and Mina explore their bodies. You take turns with low-temperature wax, dripping hot patterns onto their backs and asses, their muffled screams turning to moans as the sensation shifts from pain to pleasure. You'll trace the wax patterns with ice cubes, making them gasp and shudder, their senses overwhelmed, their bodies belonging entirely to the whims of their owners.

But for every moment of intense pain or humiliation, there's an equal and opposite moment of profound tenderness. This is where the true integration happens. Saturday night finds both girls bound with silk ties to the headboard while you and Mina take turns with various toys, driving them to the edge of orgasm again and again without letting them cum. Their desperate pleas and the way they strain against their bonds is intoxicating, but what makes it special is the aftercare; the gentle touches, the soft words, the way you and Mina work together to bring them back down from subspace with kisses and compliments and warm washcloths. It's in these moments of care, juxtaposed against the brutality of the play, that they truly break and reform.

"Such good girls," Mina murmurs as she unties Kazuha's wrists, massaging the circulation back into her hands. "You took that so beautifully. We're so proud of you."

"So proud," you echo, doing the same for Asa, who melts into your touch like she's starved for gentleness after the intensity. "You're both perfect."

Sunday morning brings a different kind of adventure. The girls want to go out, to experience Tokyo together like normal people rather than celebrities or sex slaves. They bundle up in masks and sunglasses again, but this time it feels less like hiding and more like playing dress-up. You and Mina each take one of their arms as you stroll through a quiet district, window shopping and ducking into small cafes.

At dinner, in a private booth at an upscale restaurant, the conversation flows as easily as the wine. The girls are relaxed, genuinely happy, their laughter frequent and unguarded. They lean into you and Mina constantly, casual touches that speak of comfort and affection rather than just lust.

"This is surreal," Kazuha says, her head resting on Mina's shoulder as she speaks. "A week ago, we were just... acquaintances, really. Colleagues. And now..."

"Now we're a weird little family," Asa finishes, grinning as she steals a piece of food from your plate. "The most dysfunctional, kinky family ever."

"I like it," Mina says simply, her arm around Kazuha tightening slightly. "I like having you both around. Everything feels more alive with you in it."

"You should just adopt us," Asa says with a laugh, but there's something serious in her eyes. "Keep us as your personal sluts forever. We promise we'll be good."

"Most of the time," Kazuha adds with a grin. "We'll be bratty sometimes because you both love putting us back in our place."

You and Mina exchange glances, and you can see she's thinking the same thing you are.

"We'll see," Mina says diplomatically, but her smile suggests she's not opposed to the idea. "Let's see how we all feel when the real world intrudes again."

That night, the four of you make love with an intensity born of knowing it might be your last night together for a while. There's desperation in the way Asa and Kazuha cling to you and Mina, in the way they kiss you with everything they have. You and your wife work together to give them experiences they'll remember, taking turns fucking them, holding them, making them scream with pleasure until all four of you collapse in an exhausted, satisfied heap.

Monday morning arrives too quickly, bringing with it the harsh reality of schedules and commitments and the outside world. The girls' managers will be expecting them back, your own work is waiting, and Mina has TWICE obligations that can't be ignored forever.

The sadness is palpable as you all move through the motions of packing and preparing to leave. Asa keeps wiping her eyes, trying to hide tears behind her sunglasses. Kazuha is quieter than usual, clinging to Mina's hand like she's afraid to let go.

Finally, standing in the entryway with their bags packed and a car waiting outside, you feel compelled to address what's happening, what all of this has meant.

"I need to say something," you begin, looking at each of them in turn. "This week... this weekend... it's been the best of my life. All of you: Mina, for orchestrating this insane plan and trusting me with it. Asa and Kazuha, for giving yourselves so completely, for being everything I needed and more than I ever imagined." Your voice catches slightly as you continue. "I'm more relaxed than I've been in years. The stress, the burnout, all of it… it's gone. And if I ever went too far, if I ever hurt you in ways you didn't want—"

"Stop," Asa interrupts firmly, stepping forward to cup your face in her hands. "You were perfect. Every single thing you did to us, we wanted. We begged for it. You gave us exactly what we needed too."

Kazuha nods eagerly. "You never crossed a line we didn't want you to cross. You paid attention to us, learned what we liked, what we could handle. That's not something we get often in this industry; someone who actually cares about our pleasure and our limits."

"Besides," Mina adds with a sly smile, "I know you very well. You were exactly the man I married: strong and dominant, but caring and attentive. I'm proud of you."

The girls are tearing up again, but Mina's smile is growing wider. "And you don't need to be sad," she tells them. "This was so much better than I imagined it would be. There will definitely be other opportunities. We're not losing touch. This isn't goodbye."

Asa's face lights up immediately. "Really? You mean it?"

"We mean it," you confirm, pulling both girls into a group hug with Mina. "This isn't a one-time thing. We're... we're a family now, I guess. A very unconventional family."

"You two are the most incredible couple we've ever met," Kazuha says. "The chemistry between you, the way you complement each other, the way you made room for us in it... it's beautiful."

"The trust you have," Asa adds. "The way Mina could give us to you knowing you'd take care of us, the way you could accept her gift knowing she'd be part of it... that's real love. That's the kind of relationship we want someday."

You look at Mina, seeing your own thoughts reflected in her eyes. They're right. What you have together is special, and somehow, instead of threatening it, this week has made it stronger.

"They're right," you tell her, and she nods.

"Completely right," she agrees. "We make a good team."

The goodbye is emotional but not final. There are promises to stay in touch, plans made tentatively for future meetings, exchanges of private contact information. As the car pulls away with Asa and Kazuha inside, both of them pressing their faces to the windows to wave at you and Mina, you feel a complex combination of sadness and satisfaction.

"So," Mina says, taking your hand as you watch the car disappear around a corner. "How do you feel about your stress relief program?"

You laugh, pulling her close and kissing her deeply. "I think it worked better than advertised. Though I have a feeling I'm going to need regular maintenance sessions."

"I think that can be arranged," she says with a smile that promises many more adventures to come. "After all, we wouldn't want you getting stressed again. Now let's finish packing our bags. We have to go too."

As Taeyeon arrives at the warehouse, a second car is right beside her with another guest, a tall young girl with big tits that she knows very well.

"So you are the special guest," Taeyeon says to Karina. "Yes, unnie," she replies. "My guy really wants me to corrupt a so-called innocent girl, but I think you've been corrupted a long time ago. You even got the dispatch dating exposé. That truly means you made it. Welcome to the club. If you need any help, just call me." Taeyeon knows it well, as Karina has recently been exposed for dating, just like she did 10 years ago, yet just a few days later she's already cheating on him and hoping no paparazzi cameras see her.

As the two enter the warehouse, it turns out you have made a lot of changes to it, turning it into a very cozy space for the two to enjoy. You were at the back of it alongside your friend, as you let Taeyeon talk to Karina first and let her overcome her shyness and nervousness at the moment. "Just follow my lead," Taeyeon told her. Taeyeon was already turned on by the whole set-up; turning Karina into a dirty, filthy slut would be something she definitely wasn't expecting for her birthday. You never fail to deliver her the best surprises, don't you?

Taeyeon already looked naugthly at you and your friend, who were shirtless. But she wasn't looking at your well-defined torso but rather at the massive bulge under both of your shorts. Both eight and a half inches, the best she's ever taken. It was double the size of Karina's boyfriend, so she was eager to see how the young girl would take it herself. Her and Karina whispered at each other's ears, talking about your amazing physical features but especially about that boner under your pants.

"Sex with him is so good; I'll do anything for him," Taeyeon told Karina, getting her excited. She spoke from a lot of built-on experience. After so many years, you guys had developed an amazing chemistry that was unmatched even by real couples. If one day Taeyeon decided on the facade of getting married, you'd be her de facto husband. Since the day you two met, Taeyeon hasn't missed a single week without having sex with you, even in her busiest times.

Taeyeon already feels the heat burning under her dress. She's wearing no panties because she knows she won't need them today. After ignoring her for a while, you finally stared at her face, pouring some oil on your torso. "Ready for some slicky party, Tae?" she asked you. "I was born ready," she replied. You truly love Taeyeon's confidence. Women over 30 are just your thing. Their experience always leads to something very hot, and boy, does Taeyeon have a lot of it.

"Bring her to me." It may be Taeyeon's birthday, but your eyes first went to Karina. This was your first time with her, even though you had heard a lot about Karina already. Meanwhile, Taeyeon went to your friend while you looked at Rina's amazing baby-making body. 

Already paired, you two started kissing the girls right next to each other. You could already sense Karina was a very good kisser. Maybe she trained a lot with her boyfriend. Karina was more into romantic kisses, while Taeyeon was really sloppy, as your friend could tell, loving to sweep her tongue all over his mouth. Truly, she moved really fast. While you were still enjoying Karina, Taeyeon was already moving further down your friend's torso and already touching his clothed bulge.

As you started touching Karina close to her pussy, Taeyeon already had her ass out in the open as she lifted her dress. Your friend noticed and lifted it even further, with Taeyeon now naked from the waist down. You were much slower with Karina, getting to know her first as you moved around her stacked body. Your friend and Taeyeon had no such restraints, as you could already hear him slapping her ass as he grabbed her cheeks with both hands.

It took a while for you to undress Karina, but as soon as you did, you took her entire dress off in one go, even before your friend could do the same for Taeyeon. People weren't lying when they were talking about her body. Every inch of it is amazing. Of course, her boobs are the standout, but Karina also got perfect-toned legs and quite a nice ass to boost as well, alongside, of course, her goddess-like visuals.

Not even a couple seconds before getting Karina fully naked, and you're already sucking her tits like a baby, which you follow with some kisses and a nice grab of her ass, pushing her closer to you. Maenwhile, Taeyeon is teasing your friend, getting naked now from the boobs down until she finally lifts her arm to take her dress off. You can hear her typical smirk as she does so. Now both girls only have their sneakers on. If you and Karina enjoy themselves in a very slow manner, Taeyeon and your friend prefer instead a very fast-paced one, creating a great contrast between both couples.

Karina is the first to get on her knees, just as you start rubbing your clothed erection on her body. She easily takes your shorts off and reveals your already hard and swinging cock. Karina grabs it with amazement and starts working it into her mouth. You wonder if Taeyeon taught a thing or two to her because she gives you a great blowjob, already leaving your massive meat throbbing from the start and giving it multiple rocket punches with her mouth. You truly don't know where to look. Down low, Karina is sucking the soul out of you. In front of you, Taeyeon's tiny, naked frame is getting her ass grabbed nonstop by your friend.

"Suck it, suck it, baby," you tell Karina. As she continues her sexy blowjob, Taeyeon joins her and starts sucking your friend off. While Karina gives a very fast-paced blowjob, Taeyeon is now the one who goes slow, getting very sloppy with her mouth in your friend's cock. Karina rolls her eyes as your meat is too big for her to take fully in her throat. Taeyeon, on the other hand, slowly twists your friend's cock as she sucks his tip. The fast movement of Karina makes her boobs jiggle a lot, while Taeyeon teases your friend, dunking her head halfway into his length while firmly grabbing it with her left hand.

Karina spits all over your cock, trying to get it deeper in the throat. Menawhile, Taeyeon is already taking your friend's full length in her mouth, bobbing her head on it like a horny animal. You start fucking Karina's face as her eye-rolling gets more exaggerated, with her giving you a dumb-faced look. She clearly struggles; going from her boyfriend, who is 5 inches on a good day, to your massive 8 and a half proves to be quite the difference. What is basically a deepthroat with him only covers slightly half of your length.

While Karina coughs at each thrust you give her face, Taeyeon is already in full control of your friend's pole, throating it like a champion. His is just half an inch under yours, meaning her years of training on your meat turn his into an easy task for her. Both get sloppy, as they have saliva running down their chins all the way down to their chests, but while Karina moans like a sexy kitty, you barely hear anything from Taeyeon, who is fully concentrated like she always has been. Your friend fucks her face, yet she barely flinches. In the end, even with another big cock filling her needy hole, Taeyeon can't stop thinking of yours and feels a little jealous of Karina getting to suck it on her birthday.

Taeyeon and Karina continue to bob their heads on each cock. You can see from above that it takes a lot more effort for Rina than it does for your hot noona. But no big deal; she's gonna learn as time goes on. Karina, after all, was just a 7-year-old kid at the time Taeyeon started her career. Watching Taeyeon choke on your friend's meat gives you great memories from all those times you did that to her, but it also makes you appreciate that Karina is trying her very best against a truly legendary whore like her unnie.

You told Taeyeon this would be a very slick sex session, and she took it to heart, filling her chest with spit after gagging on your friend's cock. Not even 10 minutes in, and Taeyeon's body is already full of fluids. She uses her hands to rub them all over it. Her mouth gets repeatedly pounded, yet she keeps asking for more without even needing to say a word. "Yes, spit on it," your friend says, as he loves how messy Taeyeon is already getting.

The blowjob session continues for a while, as you keep taking it gently with Karina while Taeyeon gets messier with your friend's pole as each second passes by, rising to this special occasion like she has always done for her entire career. You gotta give props to your friend, because you remember when Taeyeon did this to you on her 30th birthday and you nutted all over her throat as your cock couldn't resist her sword-engulfing skills.

You call Taeyeon's attention as you guys swap partners. It's your turn to finally enjoy the birthday girl. The two continue to suck their partners' cocks as if they took no breaks, Karina with her firm and high-effort blowjob and Taeyeon with her sloppy mess of cock-sucking you always love to experience as she now dives under your balls and slows down and heats them up trying to get your pole even bigger, in contrast to Karina's high-energy blowjob of your friend.

Your friend gets too excited and tries to fuck Karina's face, just like he did Taeyeon's. Poor girl initially suffers as he grabs her hair and tries to shove his meat on her throat, but I guess yours was good enough training that she quickly adjusts to it. Meanwhile, Taeyeon keeps sucking you hard and deep as Karina gives your friend's shaft and balls some love. "You're so pretty sucking that cock," your friend compliments her.

"I want to see that dick reach 9 inches before you get it inside me," Taeyeon tells you as she keeps sucking your cock. Her dirty words turn you on even more. That woman knows how to be an amazing slut. You just keep pushing your whole blood to your cock, ready to give her the best gift you can for this special occasion, as she continues to take it sloppily on her throat. "What a beautiful fucking mouth!" you praise her as she smirks at you.

Taeyeon slaps your cock all over her face and bubbles on it with her sloppy mouth. You've seen it many times; she's activated her extreme cock-hungry slut mode. "Hmmmm yeah," Taeyeon sexily says as she turns her cheeks into a drum for your huge stick. "The best thing about my job is having such a big dick that's all mine," Taeyeon brags as you now fuck her face and grow bigger in her throat.

After a little more ball-sucking, Taeyeon is ready to jump towards nastier ventures. "Turn around," she asks as she dives her little head straight into your butt, licking your asshole like a maniac. "Is this the cake you wanted for your birthday?" you poke at her. On the other side, it's your friend's turn to get on his knees as she starts eating Karina's wonderful pink pussy.

"Ahhhh. Ahhhh." Karina sexily moans as your friend dives inside her perfect folds. Her fully shaved slit with closed outer lips contrasts with Taeyeon's wide-open meaty lips and the full bush she is spotting today, just like you prefer. Karina starts sweating all over her torso as she pushes your friend's head deeper into her vagina, softly moaning at each lick he gives her. "Yeah, it feels so good," she says using her soft voice, contrasting with Taeyeon's loud noises as she keeps choking on your cock.

Karina holds herself against one of the warehouse's pillars, her nipples getting fully erect as she prepares herself for an orgasm, cumming just as Taeyeon gags on your cock. As Karina's orgasming sounds take control of the room, Taeyeon continues to be a deranged whore who only cares about spitting as hard as she can on your cock. "Use me like a gloryhole," she says as you pop your cock in and out of her mouth.

You carry Taeyeon's tiny body towards a trio of gym mats on the other side of the warehouse, while Karina takes a bit longer to come in as her orgasm hasn't finished yet. You two get very touchy as Taeyeon moves her face up to kiss you while you run her hands all over her ass, giving her a little spank. If Taeyeon's little ass gets most of your attention, your friend can't help but be very touchy towards Karina's big tits, massaging them from behind as soon as she turns around and stops kissing him.

Taeyeon sets her sights on jerking your cock while your friend keeps fondling Karina's milk bags as she licks her chops and even gives him a little guidance on how to run his hands over her boobs. Rina is the first to get on her knees in the mats, ready to sit on your friend's big pole as he slaps it towards her entrance. As you and Taeyeon continue your long, sloppy cock-sucking session, Karina is already fully seated on your friend's cock, ready to ride it as her sexy moans go back to fill the room.

"Hmmm, you're a dirty girl," Taeyeon says as she diverts her attention towards Karina and enjoys watching her riding that dick in reverse cowgirl and how much her big boobs are already bouncing, reminding her of when the tall girl with big bouncy tits alongside her was her groupmate Seohyun. "Are you enjoying riding that dick like that?" Taeyeon asks Karina as she starts fingering her beautiful pussy. "Hmmmm yeah," Karina says in between moans, loving watching your friend's big cock disappear under her tight pink pussy.

"Stretch that tight young pussy," Taeyeon tells your friend as Karina freely bounces on it and reaches the full base of his cock. The thing she enjoys the most after taking a big dick herself is watching another girl do the same, which ramps up her eagerness to eleven. It isn't an easy ride for Karina as she closes her eyes while your friend's cock hits all the way up her cervix, but Taeyeon is there to praise the youngester and tell her to keep going. "You're doing well; don't stop," Taeyeon tells as she picks Karina's right boob to suck while letting the other one still freely jiggle.

As Taeyeon detaches from Karina and lets her bounce freely on your friend's cock, she already lines up her pussy and puts your cock in without even looking at you. Taeyeon is so experienced, she already knows everything about your erection, especially where it points. Her loose pussy offers little resistance to your 9-inch dick, and soon enough, your meat is already deep inside her. But once you're fully in, the recognizable warmth of her cunt can be immediately felt.

Taeyeon gets on all fours as she bounces on your cock. Even in a position like doggy, where the man is the dominant one, Taeyeon still manages to keep control. Her walls slowly grip your cock while your bulge pokes her skin around her navel. You try to grab Taeyeon's ass, but second thoughts come to your mind. "It's her birthday; she is gonna do whatever she wants," you say in your head between more and more moans from Karina, who's now getting fully impaled by your friend.

"I love that fucking pussy taking that dick all the way in," Taeyeon tells Karina, never missing a chance to praise the young girl for her efforts in taking both guys big cocks. You felt a little jealous as Taeyeon gave most of her attention to Karina than to you, but she couldn't help herself; her caring unnie instincts always appear on those occasions. "Nice ride," Taeyeon tells Karina, as she loves the way her tits bounce.

You push Taeyeon a little closer to you as your friend takes a break to slap his cock on Karina's pussy. "Oh fuck," Karina says as soon as he puts it back in. Meanwhile, you increase the pace, grabbing Taeyeon by her waist and showing your cock deeper inside her tiny body. But Taeyeon quickly counters and regains control of the ride, all while giving Karina's pussy a little extra heat with her hands.

"Take that cock!" Taeyeon continues to cheer on Karina as her melons get more and more jiggly and her pussy gets more and more impaled. "Oh my God," Karina groans as your friend now thrusts up her pussy and Taeyeon smirks, giving the young girl's tits some slaps as they get on her range. It may be Taeyeon's party, but Karina is the one getting fucked hard, as she spreads her legs and lets your friend manhandle her. Taeyeon starts getting a little faster herself, humping on your dick with increased intensity as well, but never losing sight of Karina.

"Oh fuck," Karina keeps getting destroyed. Your friend is completely addicted to her tight, young pussy and plows her nonstop while she fingers herself. You and Taeyeon get romantic, kissing each other as you two enjoy watching her get pounded. 'Right there," as Karina settles on your friend's cock, Taeyeon starts giving you some instructions, with you trying to match his intensity. Both of you now have your hands on your partner's tits, with you taking Tayeon's perky little boobs from behind while your friend reaches up top to grope Karina's massive honkers.

"Uhhhhh, yes, yes, yes, please, right there." Taeyeon is now the one moaning as Karina rotates her hips on your friend's cock while you pound the noona's little body. You two get very sweaty as time goes on, sliding all over the gym mat. "Ohhh, things are getting hot in here," Taeyeon notices as Karina tilts her body towards your friend's torso and lifts her legs as he starts pounding her in a full Nelson for a few seconds. "Tease that fucking cunt," Taeyeon tells him as he keeps slapping his shaft on Karina's clit. 

"Put it back in there," Karina begs. "Ooooh, you like that cock stretching that pussy don't you, Rina?" Taeyeon teases her as her hands reach onto Karina's clit even with your hard pounding from behind. "You like this slutty little pussy?" Taeyeon asks this time directed towards your friend.

"Dirty whore," you spank Taeyeon's ass and fuck her hard. She doesn't leave your dirty talk unsawered: "Yes, I'm a dirty whore, and you fucking love that; look how hard you're working for that dirty whore's cunt," she says. "It looks like Karina is one as well, taking that big dick so fucking deep," Taeyeon continues. "Fuck me, please," Karina says. "Yes, fuck her; I want you to fuck her until that pussy is sore," Taeyeon tells your friend, who can't help but accept her offer.

You had turned into just an accessory as Taeyeon enjoyed your friend and Karina's fuckfest. But that was about to change. Taeyeon ducks her head down and rests it against the gym mat, as she wants you to top her. You noticed and quickly followed suit. With only her knees holding her little weight, Taeyeon gets ragdolled by your huge cock, enjoying every second of it. "OH MY GOD, FUCK YES!" she lets out her first scream. "Fuck, you're so fucking big," Taeyeon praises your 9-inch meat ripping her cunt apart, while getting a privileged view of Karina now grinding on your friend's dick.

"Yes, take me; yes, take that fucking pussy like that." Taeyeon demands your full efforts. You do anything to please the birthday girl. "That's so fucking good; stretch my pussy; turn it loose," she keeps telling you. "Take me like that," she continues as your cock pumps her cunt nonstop. "Take that fucking pussy with that big fucking dick." Taeyeon's dirty talk has no brakes as you pin her body down the matress with your strong, muscular hands.

Taeyeon gets up as you let her taste her juices while you now slide down the gym mat. In the background of your romantic make-out, Karina continues to get impaled. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming," she says just as Taeyeon starts to suck you off, fingering herself and riding your friend's cock hard as her boobs keep jiggling. "Yes, cum all over that fucking dick, dirty little slut," Taeyeon tells her as soon as she hears it, now getting on her knees as she faces you and lets Karina enjoy from up top how she sucks your cock.

After a long ride and a massive release of fluids coming down her pussy, Karina gets up to suck your friend's cock, mirroing Taeyeon. Soon, she wraps her big tits around your friend's shaft, sliding his wet cock up and down her massive melons with ease. "Jerk my cock off," your friend tells her. "Yes, baby, look at those big tits all over that cock," Karina smiles, Taeyeon cheering on her in the background as she watches her titfucking session while never losing sight of your cock in her mouth. "So good," your friend approves.

Taeyeon sits on your lap as she grinds her hips against your hard cock, warming it up for more while she watches. Karina sucks your friend's big pick like crazy. You two give each other torrid kisses, as Taeyeon really enjoys spending her birthday with her favorite lover. "You're such a lovely slut," you whisper in her ear as Taeyeon smiles and starts jerking your cock, pressing it between your body and hers. "Time to ride that dick," you tell her as you lie your body in the matress, letting Taeyeon slide that prick inside her warm cunt once again.

"That cock is so good," a very sweaty Taeyeon says as she slides it fully inside her pussy. As Karina keeps jerking your friend off with her tits, Taeyeon is now the one bouncing. Her ride is insane, with her taking very rapid, short thrusts down your cock that don't let you rest for a second. You never cease to be amazed at how Taeyeon places her hands on your chest and just humps that cock like crazy.

"Yeah, yeah, ahhhh," Taeyeon moans as she increases the speed of her ride. Karina watches and is eager to follow the lead of her unnie. "AHHHHHHH. AHHHHHHH." Taeyeon screams fill up the room as she moves faster, going full dick-riding whore mode. Soon, Karina also sits on your friend's cock, this time facing him and giving him easier access to her huge tits.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," you say as Taeyeon gives your cock no rest and her cheeks clap hard against your hips. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," she gives you some aegyo-esque moans as if she were still that teenager who once sang Gee, as she smashes your cock full speed. Karina tries to be a good student and copies Taeyeon's riding motion, but while doing it well, she just can't match Taeyeon's insane speed while mounting on a horse-hung cock. It's truly a skill that takes years to master, and Taeyeon is one of the very few that can do it like it's a walk in the park.

Your friend slaps Karina's fit ass, and she knows she has to go faster, but by the time she does, Taeyeon has already switched her motion, sitting hard on your cock as if she were just bouncing on one of those big yoga exercise balls. "Ohhh, baby, fuck," you're now the one on the edge as Taeyeon shows no mercy for your cock. If it depended just on her will, it would get snapped in half. Her ride is so intense that it feels like she's been possessed by some sex demon. 

Karina moans, as trying to match Taeyeon's energy proves too much for her. "Oh God, fuck," she groans as her pussy throbs and your friend keeps spanking her ass. Meanwhile, you can't do anything; Taeyeon is just on a whole new planet at this point. All you want is not to cum prematurely on her birthday once more. Five years ago, it was her throat; today, it could be her cunt, in five years, it might be her ass. This woman is the devil.

Taengoo's pussy is wet at this point; it starts queefing at each bounce she gives you, as your cock now meets a puddle of squirt inside her hole. You go feral, and it takes just a little stop in her ride for you to start pumping it up hard, as if you were seeking revenge on her for those demonic bounces a couple minutes ago. As you and Taeyeon duel like a fighting couple, making a lot of noise at each thrust, Karina just enjoys your friend's hard cock buried deep in her tight pussy.

Taeyeon tilts her body in your direction as she switches her riding motion once again. You respond by shoving your finger up her asshole. And what a switch that was, as her eyes stare right at Karina's bouncing body, and the first thing she sees are the youngster's tits in motion. However, this was just a trap that Taeyeon sets on her, as she quickly goes back to her original spot and keeps bouncing on your cock, while Karina, trying to follow, gets annihilated down under by your friend's dick.

"Yes, bow to that fucking cock," Taeyeon tells Karina while you grab her by her little boobs. The birthday girl is now the one seeing everything from above, turned on by watching Karina get plowed while she keeps bouncing on you nonstop, your bodies getting more and more slippery as her sweat and squirt spill all over you. "Ahhh, shit," you end up forcing her to stop in the middle of her ride just to survive. Well, you might have survived, but Karina's pussy is definitely getting killed at each thrust of your friend's big meat.

Your relief doesn't last long. "You can't stop like that; I'm the one who gives the commands." Taeyeon is angry you couldn't stand her ride and teaches you a lesson, gyrating her hips all over your cock and hitting it from every possible angle. This time you can survive her bombardment, as your cock gives in and surprises her with a single but massive sperm pump in her womb.

"Pleeeease," Karina begs as your friend keeps hitting her pussy hard. Meanwhile, Taeyeon was not on the pill, but she doesn't give a shit that you just ejaculated inside her, just enjoying the blend of fluids inside her needy pussy, all of them mixed by your huge cock: sweat, squirt, and cum. The sloppier, the better. She's known you for years and was aware you couldn't resist, as she now switches to a straight ride that expels all those fluids down her pussy into your shaft, balls, and crotch at each pump.

"You want more of that pussy?" Taeyeon rhetorically asks as you remain hard all the time, even after shooting inside her. To her side, Karina now starts riding in some crab-esque motion that Taeyeon can't help but find funny. "He's really getting those legs shaking," she tells her.

As you two finally finish your epic ride, it feels like Taeyeon wants more, bouncing her hips in the air with your cock already out of her. More fluids come out of her pussy, most of it being her squirt and your cum. Taeyeon makes sure to swallow all of them before moving on to the next round. "Ahh fuck," you scream, relieved that Taeyeon's cock torture is finally over. That woman really knows how to drain you.

Taeyeon dives straight to your cock, making sure it's back to the ideal size she wants. Any hint of flaccidness is gone in a couple seconds of her mouth working on it. Like a good, caring unnie, Taeyeon shares your cock with Karina, letting the youngster get spit-roasted as she tastes your wet dick already back at full strength. Taeyeon laughs as Karina is now just a piece of meat slotted between two hard cocks. "Look at that fucking slut," she says as she grabs Karina's hair and dunks her head against your dick.

Karina loves the way her unnie treats her, smiling at Taeyeon's face as soon as she lets her pull out of it, making your cock even sloppier. As Taeyeon now takes care of it, you get up to kiss Karina, who is still getting impaled by your friend during all this time, as he never lets go of her. You watch Karina's boobs bounce and then shove Taeyeon's face against your crotch. "Throat it, slut, choke on that fucking cock just like that," you tell her, still upset that she made you cum earlier.

"Oh my god, fuck, I'm gonna cum again." Karina is really straight-forward, and damn, her pussy is really sensitive as she braces herself for her third orgasm. One thing is certain: Karina came here just for fun but will come out with the perfect guy for whatever escapades she makes when she gets bored of her boyfriend. "Make her fucking cum," Taeyeon tells your friend as Karina's moans get softer and more childlike at every bounce on his cock.

Karina's queefing pussy finally gives in as she orgasms all over your friend's cock. As she cums, he tounches her very sensitive boobs, sending her to the heavens. While Karina gets up to taste her juices, you put Taeyeon in a fetal position and go down on her meaty, bushy cunt. "OH MY GOD! YES!" Taeyeon screams as she gets upside down, your tongue working all over her cum-filled, squirting babyhole. Her legs shake as you increase the heat in her vagina, filling the room with her moans. "You can't stop singing even during sex, holy shit" you mock her.

"OH FUCK. AHHHH. YESS." Taeyeon continues to let her feelings out as her pussy gets overwhelmed by your sweeping tongue. You move up and down, side by side, tasting every inch of her cunt. "AHHHHHH. AHHHHHH. AHHHHH." Taeyeon screams. You were truly throwing the perfect party for her. "Hmmm, so fucking hot," Karina tells her as Taeyeon wraps your legs around your head, ready to deliver a singing orgasm. Karina is already on all fours as your friend now takes her from behind, but you and Taeyeon aren't even noticing, fully focused on making the most of such a hot moment.

Taeyeon's legs tremble and open up as she cums. She fully spreads her legs as her sweaty body slides on the floor, and she squirts all over your face, giving you a big smirk. Not even seconds after finishing her orgasm, she already knows what's up next: "We are late," she tells you, getting on all fours to match Karina as the two kiss each other.

"FUCK!" Taeyeon yells hard as soon as you penetrate her pussy. But Karina is having a much harder time even staying up, as your friend's big bull has been manhandling her for a long time now. Both couples are now in perfect sync, but while Taeyeon takes your poundings with eyes wide open, Karina just closes her eyes as her pussy is already extremely sore after three orgasms and your friend molding it to the shape of his cock.

You spank Taeyeon's ass, and your friend soon follows and spanks Karina's. Now we've got two dueling whores—a match between youth and experience. On one side, moans and jiggly boobs; on the other, smiles at each penetration and the desire for more. "Oh my God, you hit me so fucking deep," Taeyeon tells you as she rolls her eyes. It turns out even the top whores can feel a lot of heat with such a massive cock like yours.

On the other side, Karina simply has no control over her boobs, letting them freely bounce like an airmless weapon. As they bump against each other, Karina's gets even more sensitive. But Taeyeon is no further behind. The two sluts now fully close her eyes and become just a pair of fucktoys on your and your friend's hands as you two firmly grab them by their little waists and keep pounding them.

"Good girls." You two praise them as they keep moaning with your cocks buried deep inside their cunts. Taeyeon and Karina look at each other and share kisses once more; it's the only relief they get amidst the pair of cocks stretching them out as hard as they can. "You look so hot getting fucked on all fours," Taeyeon tells Karina, who enjoys her unnie's compliments. Your friend now gives Karina's shoulders a massage while fucking her, while you firmly grip Taeyeon by her waist and love how she feels the heat of your cock hitting her tiny cum-filled womb all the way up to her cervix.

"God damn it," Taeyeon curses as the doggystyle fucking session keeps going on. "Oh my God, yes," Karina follows up as their hairs are now completely messy and sweaty and the rest of their bodies are aching as they have been turned into cocksleeves for your big meats. Karina has to use her long nails to cling to the gym mattress. Taeyeon pretends to sturggle to stay on her feet, but that tiny girl is stronger than most give her credit, as she rightens up her hair even with just one hand holding all the strangth of your poundings.

Taeyeon regains enough strangth that she starts moving her hips up and down your shaft. You give her ass a spank in approval." YES, FUCK, YES, OH MY GOD, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. On the other side, Karina is just a screaming mess as she starts shaking again. Little does she know, things are about to get even harder for her.

"Let's get down," you tell Taeyeon, who slides her body to the mat fully. Karina follows suit. You know this is Taeyeon's favorite position. She loves getting prone-boned by a massive cock up her holes. And of course, you're not gonna forget about it on her birthday of all days. Taeyeon reaches down and adjusts your cock to penetrate her at the best possible angle. Meanwhile, your friend doesn't even wait for you to start, already pounding Karina's pink slit as he gets more and more addicted to it.

"Fuck me like your life depends on it," Taeyeon tells you as you bone her. Meanwhile, Karina can only moan as she is getting stretched out nonstop. Taeyeon looks at her and gives her a little smirk before asking, "How long can you last?". "Not much, unnie. AHHHHHHHH," she says, barely able to finish.

"THAT FUCKING DICK IS SO GOOD, YOU GO SO FUCKING DEEP," Taeyeon screams as you pound her nonstop. Your session has essentially turned into a pair of hard dueling swords to see who can fuck their partner the hardest. Your balls smack Taeyeon's clit at each thrust, while your friend now slides his hands under Karina to fondle her tits while smashing them against the floor at each pounding. Even Taeyeon feels overwhelmed as you guys don't lift the foot off the gas at any second. 

"FUCKK. AHHHHH!" Taeyeon screams with her mouth wide open, while Karina grinds her teeth as your friend destroys her sore pussy. You and Taeyeon hotly kiss each other while Karina gets completely topped. "I think she's gonna collapse," Taeyeon whispers to you. "Stay put, you dirty little slut," Taeyeon tells Karina, as her guy keeps pumping her. Taeyeon's words make Karina find the last bit of strength she still has left, enduring your friend's bombardment of her pussy for a little longer.

You and Taeyeon continue to make out. "You look so fucking hot taking that cock," she tells Karina; she really enjoys watching her get destroyed. "Give it to me," she tells you, feeling a little jealous of Karina as the youngster's tits are now completely pressed against the floor and getting fondled by her man's, making Taeyeon wish she had such big boobs to feel the same way.

The two girls cum at the same time. While Taeyeon is sharing kisses with you, Karina has completely collapsed, with even her head now smashed in the floor, all that with your friend's cock still buried deep inside her. You two now finally move at a slower speed, just riding their orgasms. "I think I'm done for today; my pussy walls are so swollen they doubled in size. He really fucked me good," Karina says. She may have been out of combat, but Taeyeon is ready for more. "No problem, but please stay for the rest of the party," Taeyeon asks her. "Of course, unnie. I'll do everything you ask me," Karina gently replies.

"I want both of you to take turns in my ass," Taeyeon tells them as your friend pulls out of Karina, staring at both men with naughty eyes. Karina smiles, feeling like she's about to watch something special.

Taeyeon stays on the mat, with you just turning her body at a 90-degree angle. She gasps as your meat enters her asshole. No matter how familiar she is with your cock, it happens every single time you fuck her ass. At the same position you were fucking her pussy, you start drilling her butthole. "OHHHH. FUCKKK," she says. The only action going on is now you and her going 1 vs. 1. Her pussy squirts all over the matress as you gape her ass.

"So hot," Karina says. She really made the right decision to stay. Taeyeon is about to teach her how to become a top slut. "Yes, please, right there, fuck," Taeyeon says as Karina spreads her unnie's cheeks for your massive meat. Her eyes are now completely closed. The way you anally fucked her was truly special; no other guy could stretch her asshole the way you could, and Taeyeon knew that all the way back in the first time you two met each other.

"I love the way you stretch my tight little ass," Taeyeon tells you. You have heard that multiple times already, but it always turns you on. "Don't you fucking stop," she keeps saying. The way you fuck her is so simple, yet the chemistry between both of you is just amazing and scorching hot. Karina definitely seems to agree as she watches it up close. You now fuck Taeyeon's ass at a straight angle, sending her over the moon in the process. Close to you, Karina can only gasp at how your meat disappears inside her unnie's tiny hole with such ease. Nine whole inches, and she takes it like it's nothing.

"Such a big fucking dick," Taeyeon praises your massive manhood. "And you're such a good girl, spreading Unnie's ass," she says to Karina as you finish fucking her ass. Now, it's your friend's turn. "Give me that big gift up my ass for the first time," Taeyeon tells your friend while Karina licks her asshole in preparation. "Dirty slut wants to taste it?" she pokes her. As Karina gapes her unnie's ass, your friend takes your cock up Taeyeon's butt with ease. "Yes, please, take turns in my ass," she begs once more.

"Yes, right there, oh my godddddd, fuck," Taeyeon moans as if she were singing. You enjoy the way your friend stretches her butthole out as she closes her eyes and gets her hole fucked good. "Stuffing my fucking ass like a champion," she says, giving your friend a compliment as he reaches deeper. "Oh my God, you're gonna make me cum," she tells him as she reaches balls deep. 

Your friend can resist and starts manhandling Taeyeon's tiny ass. "Get in there," he says. "AHHHHHHH," she screams as soon as he starts fucking her faster. Taeyeon was truly caught by surprise as her clenched pussy opened up while her ass got destroyed. "SHITTTTT," your friend didn't come to play, as he truly wants to dethrone you for the number one spot among the best fuckers in Taeyeon's tight butt. 

"Yes, please, fucking destroy this fucking ass," Taeyeon says. Now for every two words that come from her mouth, one is a f-bomb. "Fuck, you're so fucking hot," she tells your friend as his balls make contact with her cunt. "Make me fucking cum, please; show how much you love this tight little hole," she tells him. "Fuck me harder, fuck me, fuck me hard like that," she keeps incentivizing him one f-bomb at a time. "Give it to her," you say in the background. 

"Are you ready to cum, baby?" he asks Taeyeon. "Yes, give it to me; make me your little slut," she replies. Soon enough, your friend gives Taeyeon that coveted anal orgasm she is craving. Taeyeon's body stays shaking on the floor as Karina tastes your friend's cock, eager to enjoy her unnie's butthole as she gives him a sloppy blowjob, while Taeyeon goes back to suck yours.

"I want both of you inside me," Taeyeon tells you as she gives your cock a little lick. You lie both on the mattress as she gets ready to sit her ass on your erect pole. "Fuck that dick is so big," Taeyeon whispers as your pole fully impales her asshole, staring at Karina, who enjoys her little unnie getting stuffed like a whore. 

"I want you to put your dick inside me too, come on, do it, don't be shy," Taeyeon begs your friend, looking at him with eyes full of lust as she rests her body on top of yours and rests her head on Karina's torso, while the youngester now sits on top of your face. Taeyeon spreads her meaty, used-up cunt for your friend's huge cock. "Yes, please, get in," she tells him as he teases her, going in and out of her pussy.

"Stuff me, please; I want both your dicks inside me. JUST LIKE THAT," she screams as your friend fully commits to her pussy, pumping it hard from the start. Nothing Taeyeon loves more than a pair of candles double penetrating her on her birthday. But for the first time, she's got someone else to watch it, which makes it even hotter for her. Just like before, Taeyeon moans as if she's singing, clinging to Karina's body as she reaches her little arms at her waist, while her head rests just under Karina's tits, her tiny body moving up and down yours as your friend pounds her pussy.

"That's so fucking good; your guys dicks are so fucking big," Taeyeon says as she now grabs Karina's boobs while your friend fingers her pussy and plays with her big bush. "Fuck, you guys are so good to me, giving me the best birthday ever and stretching out my fucking holes like that," Taeyeon says as she clenches them hard around your cock. "Watch it, Rina; this is what sluts are made of," she tells the youngster while looking at her, although the only thing she can see are her boobs.

Your friend chokes Taeyeon, who tells him she finds it hot. "You like watching me get fucked by both of these cocks?" Taeyeon asks Karina as her head slides right between the young girl's tits. "Soon you'll be the one taking those big fucking dicks for your birthday," she tells Karina. "If you haven't already, of course," Taeyeon laughs. "You fucking boys stuff me so fucking good; you take that fucking ass and pussy so... good," she tells them as both of you increase the pace of your thursts inside her holes.

Karina holds Taeyeon's legs up in the air, looking at your friend and future sexcapade guy licking her chops, thinking to herself that she can't wait to be at Taeyeon's place. "I hope my boyfriend doesn't mind it," she tells herself. "That pussy is so good," your friend tells Taeyeon, impressed at how quickly her hole gets wet for his cock. And just as he notices it, she says, "Fuck, you're gonna fucking make me cum. Yes, please, fuck please," Taeyeon tells him.

Your friend truly wasn't ready for what came next. As he shoved his cock deeper into Taeyeon's vagina, he started groaning. Her walls clenched, and she started "biting" his cock, which bends just at her entrance. Taeyeon puts her finger on his clit and closes her eyes as she starts cumming, expelling his cock out with a volcanic squirt that reaches all the way up into his torso.

"OHHHHHHH!" Tayeon screams as she squirts. "Holy shit," your friend says, amazed at the geyser coming out of her cunt that gets his body wet from top to bottom. "Fuck her harder, make her squirt harder," Karina tells him as soon as he finds room to go back inside Taeyeon's pussy. He grabs Taeyeon's left leg with one hand and her neck with the other, pounding her wet puddle of a cunt as hard as he can under the watchful and naughty eye of Karina.

"You're so fucking hot taking me, taking that fucking pussy like that." Taeyeon praises your friend as she licks the juices from her cunt. He fingers her, hoping for another river of squirt, as Taeyeon wraps her arms around Karina's waist. Meanwhile, Taeyeon's waist gets grabbed hard by your friend, who pounds her so fast that he makes your cock slip out of Taeyeon's asshole.

Taeyeon massages your hard cock out of her hole while your friend keeps giving her a rough missionary. "Let me taste your fucking cock," she tells him, kicking him out of her pussy and sliding down your body to blow his cock off. Jealousy starts to get into your head. For the first time in a long while, your cock isn't Taeyeon's preferred choice. She kisses your friend and praises his cock in front of you, to the point where it feels like she's doing it on purpose.

You only have Karina's mouth on your cock to please you; meanwhile, your friend is putting his filthy hands all over Taeyeon's wet pussy and helping her squirt again, much to her delight as she kisses him. Taeyeon screams as he makes her squirt, followed by a laugh and a kiss as she follows. Soon, she's riding his cock as well. "Rina, you're so hot sucking this dick," Taeyeon tells her as Karina keeps savoring your monster pole. 

For the first time in a while, Taeyeon gets closer to you as she kisses Karina to get a taste of your cock. You feel a little angry, but you don't want to be an asshole and ruin her party. Lucky for you, Taeyeon's next request to Karina ends up being a blessing to you.

"Rina, do me a favor," Taeyeon starts. "Go to my bag, get my phone, and film me taking both their cocks," she finishes. Karina starts to laugh at her unnie's outrageous request. Taeyeon really wanted that recording as her birthday souvenir. As Karina gets up to pick up the phone, you lick your chops, looking right into Taeyeon's eyes. As she rides your friend's cock in her pussy, her ass is wide open for you to top her. You know this is your chance to reassert your spot as her top man, and you're gonna take it and stuff her just like you did the first time you two met each other.

Taeyeon looks really excited while riding his dick. As Karina gets her unnie's phone and approaches you three, you insert your cock in Taeyeon's ass. You know it's going to be a tough task, but out of all the countless DPs Taeyeon has experienced, you'll make sure this is her best.

"Please put that fucking big dick in my ass; stretch me wide open," Taeyeon tells you. As Karina starts to film it, Taeyeon is already falling on her knees. You go slow, but make sure to fuck her ass balls deep from the start as your sack hits your friend's cock, stretching her pussy. Taeyeon loved how you hit her in the right spots from the beginning. Truth be told, while being an anchor man has its advantages, being the alpha dog of a DP will always be the preferred option.

"Fuck, you guys are stretching me so hard; fucking make me your tiny little fucking slut, getting those fucking big dicks inside my tiny fucking holes. Fucking me in front of my dongsaeng," Taeyeon says as Karina moves around you guys and starts filming both of your cocks pumping inside Taeyeon's stretched holes. Karina feels amazed: "I need to throw a birthday party just like unnie's," she thinks.

"Oh Gosh. Rina, are you filming this?" Taeyeon asks her, enjoying getting stuffed by both of your cocks to the fullest, especially at how you're mounting her like a raging bull. "Yes, unnie, it's so fucking hot," she tells Taeyeon. "I think I'm in paradise now; these cocks stretch me so weel, ahhhhh." Taeyeon continues. "Good girl, taking all that fucking dick deep in her holes," you tell her.

"AHHHHHHHH. OH. MY. GOD. THAT'S SO MUCH COCK!" Taeyeon screams as your bull pumps her intensely. Besides filming, Karina now reaches under her new lover's cock, caressing it as he stuffs it in Taeyeon's pussy. Taeyeon wraps her hands around your feet as you put all your strength into destroying her asshole, topping her like she's your personal bitch. "Fuck you guys make me feel so good," she says as you pick up the pace, leading the charge more and more as the dominant alpha while your friend lies idle with Karina jerking him off.

"Slut enjoying it a lot, aren't you, Taengoo?" you ask, using her nickname. "Fuck," is how she answers; you don't need to ask anything else. Karina keeps filming both cocks pumping her unnie's pair of fuckholes, fingering herself to the scene. "You guys are gonna make me explode with those two fucking big dicks," Taeyeon continues as her holes start to queef, your balls colliding with your friend's shaft as he pushes his cock up her cunt and you push yours deep in her ass.

Taeyeon is just a stuffed moaning whore now, as the two cocks work her cunt and anus in perfect sync, hitting deep inside her at the same time. You take Taeyeon by surprise, fucking her ass now at full speed as revenge for her making you feel jealous a while ago, showing her who the boss is. "Give it to her," your friend tells you as Taeyeon starts to call for God more than she ever did—in fact, every time you hit deep in her asshole.

Your friend gets some extra motivation from Taeyeon's screams, pushing up her pussy as well. Now that's all that's left for her, screaming at each pump of both cocks deep inside her fuckholes until she cums. Taeyeon pleads to God more than 100 times, but her prayers go unanswered. The only thing she gets is your raging boner stuffing her even harder, making you groan as you get close to cum. Karina registers everything while wishing to get fucked like that. "Rina, you like watching your unnie get treated like a dirty little slut?" Taeyeon asks her.

"Of course," Karina answers as she zooms her phone close to the action. Taeyeon's holes barely appear now, fully stuffed with cock. "AH. AH. AH. AH. AH." Taeyeon rapdily screams as both cocks don't stop stretching her out, yours leading the charge. "OH, YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM, HOLY SHIT," she continues, her body now completely sweaty while her eyes haven't seen any light for many minutes.

You slow down and enjoy Taeyeon's begging. The independent woman turned into a screaming slut for cock. "Rina, are you filming?" is all she can ask. "Yeah," Karina responds. "I've got a great angle; I think you're gonna enjoy it," she says as Taeyeon lets out yet another moan and creams all over those cocks, while your friend kisses her neck and licks her sweat. "You boys destroy my holes so fucking good," Taeyeon says, her face turning red.

"I want both of you guys to cum on my face and blow those fucking birthday candles all over it," she says. "Is that what you want?" you ask her. "Yes, please," she answers. 

You guys pull out of Taeyeon, jerking your big cocks while she gets on her knees; her little body does not even get past your legs. "Yes, I want it," Taeyeon unleashes her rarely seen aegyo. "Rina I want you to film it," Taeyeon says as she puts her hands on both men's legs. Karina has a great view from the phone's lens, and with Taeyeon's little body surrounded by both cocks from such big guys, she can only record them from their torso down. Taeyeon's skin and especially her bush glow under the camera's lens as well.

"And then I want you to cum kiss me after," Taeyeon says, to which Karina reacts with her biggest smile of the day, which Taeyeon follows with one of her own, never losing sight of the two big cocks jerking off for her. "Are you guys ready to cum on my face and have my hot friend cum swap with me?" Taeyeon asks. Both of you start singing happy birthday to her as you guys get closer.

"I want every last drop," Taeyeon says just as you guys finish singing. As soon as she says those words, your friend is the first to cover her face, with Taeyeon scooping the cum that doesn't hit it with her bare hands. "Yes, perfect," she says. "Ah, fuck," your friend groans as she drains his balls to the fullest.

You're the next in line. Taeyeon's left cheek is already fully covered in semen as your friend slaps his cock in her face. "Thank you for such a good gift," she praises him and even rubs his tip on her eye, bringing back that feeling of jealousy in you. "Rina is gonna love this," she says, already aware of her friend's burning desire for your friend's cock.

"Ready to cum now?" Taeyeon sexily asks you. The load you drop on her is so sudden that she opens her mouth gleefully in happiness, watching as it reaches all the way down her chest, scooping what drops down and rubbing on it too. The next load hit her right cheek, as her face is now fully covered in cum, and you're also completely drained.

"You guys were so fucking good to me today; thank you for the best party ever," Taeyeon says, grabbing your friends already deflating cock while sucking your while still hard and then taking turns at giving both tips a few kisses.

"Take the camera and let Rina come here," Taeyeon tells you. Karina is extremely happy as she licks her unnie's cum-covered face, tasting it like the cream on top of a birthday cake. Taeyeon drops the cum in her mouth into Karina's, licking what spills into her face. "That's so hot, I love it," she says, looking at you. "Next time, it's going to be your face all covered in cum," Taeyeon tells Karina, who laughs, hoping that comes soon enough.

As you film the girls kissing each other, one final idea comes to Taeyeon's mind. "I can't go home all sweaty and full of cum; can you guys clean me before we leave?" she asks. "Sure, let's take a shower," you two say. "Yes, but not the kind of shower you guys are thinking," Taeyeon says.

"What kind?" They ask. "I want those cocks peeing all over me. I know you guys have a lot in the tank; after all, it's how you clean those pipes after so much cum, isn't it?" she says.

"Holy shit," you exclaim, never thinking that Taeyeon would ask for a golden shower. She never had before over all those years, but it's her birthday, and she wanted something a little more outside the box. "Stay there and film all of it, Rina," she says. "I want your friend to clean my body with his piss while you clear my throat as I get ready for tomorrow," she orders.

You guys oblige, as your friend makes sure to piss all over her body, giving her torso, boobs, face, and even her bush some cleaning. Meanwhile, your hot piss goes all into Taeyeon's throat. Not gonna lie, you love turning the throat that has sung some of Korea's biggest hits into your personal urinal.

"Amazing," Taeyeon says as you two run out of piss. She gargles yours in her mouth and then drinks it. "Thanks for such a great birthday party. You and your buddy, Karina, all did amazing today. I hope we'll have many more meetings in the future." Taeyeon gives a brief speech as she goes towards Karina and your friend first. "I think you guys should spend the night together, as long as you didn't schedule anything with your boyfriend, right, Rina?" she asks.

"No, unnie, I don't have anything tonight," Karina says. "Then fine, just watch for the paparazzi. They are always lurking. I can take you guys to my apartment if you want," she says. "Sure, unnie," Karina tells her as they get a hot, spicy shower together and minutes later leave the building.

Now it's just you and Taeyeon in the warehouse, both still naked. "You blew me away today. I loved how you felt so jealous when I gave your friend lots of attention. You really don't want to lose your favorite noona, don't you?" she asked. "Never," you said. "Then let's go to your house and enjoy a romantic night," she continued.

As you two have some post-sex fun in the warehouse's shower and get ready to leave it, Taeyeon gets in her car and heads towards your house for dinner. It was always her policy to leave in separate cars from her partner since the day she got caught dating in one. But before she did so, she said those final words:

"I can't wait to know what you're going to prepare for my 40th birthday." Yes, she was already thinking of it that far ahead.

Today, I'm starting a new series called Legends. This series is about some of the most iconic female idols and will feature longer stories with a lot of sex, that, depending on the idol, can be very passionate or very extreme. To feature on this series, the idol must be at least 30 years old and have some iconic moments that are entrenched into k-pop's lore. The stories will all take place around their birthdays, with each idol getting a special kind of celebration.

Despite the massive crowd, Sana displays the professionalism she's well known for, while never losing sight of her daughter either. After a few selcas and autographs for some lucky students, she picks up Sullyoon as the two climb into the car and head home.

Sana starts asking questions about Sullyoon regarding her on-campus birthday party. The two chat a lot as Sana is really happy about her daughter being able to go to one of the top colleges in Korea after all her hard work as an once young girl who came from Japan in search of her dreams and became one of the biggest foreign celebrities of Korea in the process. But after a while, the spiciest questions finally arrive.

"How many guys have you fucked in that party, YoonA?" Sana asks her daughter. "T-two," Sullyoon answers, hesitating to tell her mother. But Sana knows she is lying.

"It was at least double that, right, YoonA?" Sana asks again. "Yes, Mother," Sullyoon answers sincerely. "And how are you feeling about that?" Sana keeps launching questions. "A bit sore," Sullyoon answers.

"Looks like you need some training, YoonA. Taking on that many guys at once can be a challenge. I may be shy about lots of things, but sex was never one of them, you know you can always ask me for advice, right?" Sana asks. "Sure," Sullyoon responds, blushing a bit.

"Do you want me to train you for those occasions? I know a guy that will be perfect for you to handle those situations. Should I call him, YoonA?" Sana tells her daughter. "It's your call, Mother, I'll do it as you please," Sullyoon answers.

"Alright, let's head home and prepare ourselves," Sana tells her daughter they dress themselves in very casual clothes that expose their midriffs, Sana taking a top plus Yoga pants while Sullyoon dresses herself in an undersized t-shirt and booty shorts. "Your tummy is so beautiful YoonA, I envy it so much," Sana says. "Thanks, Mom," Sullyoon says as her face turns red again. Both of them are wearing high heels, as Sana gives Sullyoon the first lesson. "The heels always stay on, YoonA," she tells her daughter.

Sana arrives at your house, greeting you with kisses. "Meet my daughter, YoonA," Sana presents Sullyoon to you. "Wow, she's beautiful, but knowing her mother, that's no surprise," you say.

Sana smiles as she enters your living room, full of sculptures and paintings with sexual undertones. She stops right by one that depicts a nude woman and her curves. "That's your mother too," you tell Sullyoon, pointing at the painting. "It's called 'The Perfect Woman', the artist drew its inspiration from Sana and later gave it to me," you say.

"But let's get to the point, every time your mother comes to me, I know she's looking for sex. We know each other since before you were born and that's always been the case," you tell Sullyoon. "Are you excited to be part of a mother-daughter threesome, YoonA?" you ask the young girl.

"Yeah," Sullyoon answers, still a little shy. "Then let's start, I want to worship this beautiful body, I can see you've got the perfect genetics from your mother," you tell her. "Well, she's taller and bulkier, she's got the beauty from myself, but the strength from her father," Sana says, grabbing her daughter's ass.

"Sana, can you show me your ass too?" you ask her as she turns around and displays her nice backside covered by her yoga pants. Sullyoon's cheeks on the other hand already have her cheeks fully in the open. "Damn, your daughter got a great ass," you tell Sana.

"My mother said you are very rough fucking girls, is that true?" Sullyoon asks. "Well, there is a difference, I'm not like the guys at your birthday party yesterday that you had and Sana told me about, who are rough but don't know what they are doing. I'm different, I'm rough in a way that makes girls push themselves to the edge," you say.

"Alright girls, enough of talking and let's start fucking," you tell them as you immediately pull Sana's top down, displaying her beautiful erect nipples. Sana smiles as you put your mouth in her perky tits and suck them in front of her daughter.

"Your turn, YoonA," you say as Sullyoon pushes her top up and lets you suck her tits next. "They are so cute," you say as you press them. You quickly start showing up your credentials, pinching Sullyoon's tits and giving a little tap to her legs that make her let out her first moans. Sana just watches, letting you handle her daughter all by yourself.

"She's so sexy," you say about Sullyoon as you start choking her. "Turn around, let me see that ass," you order as Sullyoon obliges. "Damn, it's really plump," you say, praising her backside. Quickly, you pull her shorts down, unveiling Sullyoon's white panties under it, which are quickly gone in seconds too.

"Damn, she's got a really meaty pussy, are you sure she's your daughter, Sana? Because yours isn't meaty like this," you say, quickly diving to eat it. "Hmmm, so tasty," you say, diving your face between Sullyoon's ass cheeks. "Beautiful ass, meaty pussy, pretty face, damn, Sana, your daughter is a full-course meal," you say, pleasing Sullyoon's meaty cunt and making her moan again.

Sullyoon shows you she's not so innocent, grabbing your head and pushing it against her fuckholes. "Does my daughter taste good?" Sana asks, taking the initiative herself and grabbing your head as well. "Oh, she tastes amazing, just like her mother," you say.

"How about you, Sana, are you gonna let me taste that delicious ass?" you ask her as you push Sana in your direction and pull her pants down in one go. "First lesson, YoonA, horny sluts like your mother don't wear panties when they are horny," you tell Sullyoon.

You spread Sana's ass and dive right on her folds, licking her delicious asshole and her pink pussy. "YoonA, your mother must have the most beautiful and flexible asshole ever, I fucked it countless times and it always goes back to this tight, small hole every time," you tell Sullyoon as you tongue Sana's anus.

"Open that asshole for me, YoonA," you command as Sullyoon spreads her mother's ass. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, you lick my ass so good" Sana moans as you tongue her strawberry-flavored butthole.

But you were far from done, lifting Sana as she clings herself to her daughter while you lick her ass with her up in the air. "Shake that ass in my face, slut," you tell her. Sana does it perfectly even though she's way up in the air, even reaching her legs to caress your clothed cock while Sullyoon kisses her mother's perky tits and jerks herself off to the scene.

"Your mother is such a great slut, YoonA, she lets me do anything I want to her, I hope you're like this too," you say to Sullyoon as you eat Sana's pussy with her body lifted. Sana takes things up a notch, showing she's no slouch and hitting your face with her ass while you try to eat her out. "Damn I didn't think my mother was this crazy," Sullyoon thinks in her head.

You kiss and worship Sana's pussy as you slowly bring her back to the ground. "Best pussy in the world, if yours is half as good, we are in for a treat," you say to Sullyoon.

"Come here, YoonA, worship your mother's pussy, it's where you came from after all," you tell Sullyoon, grabbing her head and shoving it against Sana's perfect cunt. Sullyoon's skill impresses Sana. "Wow, she's very good at that," she says. Needless to say, Sullyoon has been training to lick pussies in her sorority since she joined it, so, of course, she's already well-versed in the art of coochie eating.

You kiss Sana and worship her body while Sullyoon remains glued to her mother's pussy. "Wanna suck my dick, horny bitch?" you ask her, taking your clothes off and displaying your muscular body and your cock. "Yes, I do," Sana enthusiastically answers.

Sana gets on her knees and sucks her favorite big fat cock. "Looks like you already trained your daughter to be nasty, my job will be really easy then," you tell her as you start sensing Sullyoon's tongue rimming your asshole. You grab Sana's head, fucking her face and watching her choke on your cock, the only guy that can truly tame that crazy slut.

Sana worships your balls but you quickly stop her and pound her face, the move of your hips sweeping your ass all over Sullyoon's face. You quickly grab both girls' heads and push them against your both, making them choke all over your cock and anus. "Come on, you nasty bitches, show me how much you want it," you tell them as Sana and Sullyoon's faces turn red.

"Push that dick deep in your throat," you tell Sana, bending her over and spanking her ass before manhandling her throat until she gags again. "You nasty Japanese bitch," you say to her as saliva drips out of her chin and you slap your cock in her face while Sana gives you a radiant smile. "I know you like that, I know you go crazy when I'm your nasty bitch," she tells you, deepthroating your cock shortly after.

"Your mother is a tough bitch to tame, YoonA, but she always falls on her knees for me," you tell Sullyoon as you go really rough on Sana, fucking her face like a fleshlight while turning her ass cheeks red with countless spanks. "You should have a safe word for those occasions, YoonA, I know not every girl is as tough and slutty as your mother," you instruct Sullyoon as you destroy Sana's mouth with all your might, her asshole winking at every thrust you give her.

"Look at your mother's asshole, so beautiful and small," you tell Sullyoon. "Can't deny I would love to fuck that but today your mother said it was going to be all about pussy and I'll respect her," you continued as Sana jerks your cock and spit on it before you shove it back in her face balls deep and put her back in her place.

"Come here, YoonA, now you're gonna watch your mother get fucked like a proper slut," you say as Sana bends over and you start pushing your cock in her pussy. Like every single time, you struggle to fit your thick meat in her tight, very small entrance, needing to make a big effort just to push it inside her. "Oh my Gosh, oh fuck," Sana moaned as your cock shaped her walls like a sculptor shapes his work of art.

"AHHHHHHH," Sana screamed as you quickly switched pace, her hair getting messy and falling all over her face while her cheeks got clapped from behind. You grabbed her slim waist, using all the support you needed to drill her pussy. Sullyoon had flashbacks of some guys doing the same at her party and fucking her from behind, but this looked far more intense, as Sana just closed her eyes and took your cock deep in her pussy repeatedly.

"OH MY GODDDDD," Sana yelled as her pussy got completely rag-dolled. Sullyoon was in awe, watching her mother get completely obliterated in a way she had never seen before, your thrusts at very high speeds clapping her cheeks as you and Sana looked at the painting she inspired, you more convinced than ever she was truly the perfect woman, or, better yet, the perfect fuckdoll for you to freely use.

"Fuck, that fucking dick is so big in my pussy," Sana says as she starts getting wetter and wetter down low. Sullyoon is hyper-fixated, amazed as she looks right at her mom's tight pussy being stretched out at an insane pace, your full nine inches going in and out of it like a piston. But what would come next would surprise her even more.

You give Sana's ass a big spank, which triggers a reaction that shocks the cute Sullyoon. Suddenly, despite being drilled like crazy, her mother fights back, moving her hips in the direction of your shaft and taking control, hitting her cheeks right against your muscular belly. "OH FUCK," Sana screams with a very angry voice, ready to unleash her slutty self to the fullest.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," Sana repeats endlessly as she keeps moving her hips like crazy, turning you into a passenger of her insanity. Sullyoon smiles as both of you fuck like animals now, as you grab Sana's hair and try to tame her, spanking her butt countless times and answering her moves. "YEEHAW," you say, pulling her hair with one hand as if she was your pony toy, while your other hand takes care of spanking her ass and grabbing her waist. "Holy fuck, I want this for me," Sullyoon thinks.

"OHHHHH, OHHHHHH, OHHHHH," Sana screams, clinging to a handrail as you freely use her body, moving it at your will with violent thrusts deep in her tight cunt that make her cheeks clap. Sana answers it, moving her hips even more frenetically. Sullyoon is baffled at what she's watching, her mother getting plowed like the good slut she is.

"Look at me licking my squirt, YoonA, I'm such a greedy whore," Sana tells her daughter as you briefly pull out of her and let her bend herself over on all fours. But not for long, as soon as Sana drops to taste her juices from the floor, you mount on top of her and quickly go back to plow her pink pussy relentlessly, your balls smashing hard against her clit.

"OH MY GOD, FUCK, THIS DICK IS SO DEEP IN ME, DADDY, HOLY SHIT" Sana screams as you keep drilling her pussy in front of her daughter. Sullyoon fingers her pussy, getting heavily turned on as she watches her mother lower her head to the floor while you stomp on it. "Taste that pussy," Sullyoon says as she starts squirting on the floor, Sana moving her immobilized head to reach for her daughter's juices.

"Kiss your mother's ass," you order to Sullyoon as you finish pounding Sana, giving her pale butt a few spanks. Sullyoon obliges, going further and licking Sana's butthole. "I said kiss her ass, not lick her asshole," you tell Sullyoon, spanking the disobedient vixen's face. "Harder," Sullyoon begs as you hit her face before she dives back to lick Sana's strawberry-flavored anus again.

"Are you sure you want it harder?" you ask Sullyoon, spanking her again. "Yes, Daddy, I want to be your cockslut, just like my mother," she tells you as you choke her and spank her whole body, especially her fat ass, making the young slut moan. Sana just watches, still recovering from the pounding you delivered to her as you push your face to eat Sullyoon's ass. "Get your fucking face in there," the young slut demands, pushing it against her body as she starts shaking her ass.

"Damn, YoonA, you're so fucking dirty," Sana says as she watches her daughter go full slutty and gives Sullyoon a big smile. You bring both girls side by side, taking turns kissing and worshipping their perfect pussies. Sullyoon is so excited she grabs your head and pushes it against her cunt, before moving it towards her mother's slit, doing it back and forth.

You choke Sana and give her face a few hits. "You're such a nasty whore, you said your daughter needed training but she's a big slut just like her mother," you tell her as Sana smiles. "Now I'm gonna teach her a lesson," you tell Sana.

You put Sullyoon on all fours on the floor as your cock invades her meaty cunt. You start plowing her a little slower than Sana, Sullyoon gleefully moaning as your cock hits deep in her wet pussy. "It's so big, fuck," she moans as you steadily fuck her, your hips hitting Sullyoon's fat ass nonstop. "Oh yeah," Sullyoon moans and ducks her head down, closing her eyes trying to cope with the heat you put in her pussy.

"OHHHH SHIT," Sullyoon lets out her first scream while Sana comes in, you sucking her tits while pounding her daughter. "Are you gonna destroy her pussy in front of me?" she asks as you keep moving your hips and sucking Sana's tits. "OH FUCK," Sullyoon screams as you hit her cervix. "You're gonna make me cum so fucking good, fuck me harder, daddy" she then begs, getting her ass hit in response.

"Can you make me squirt all over my daughter's body?" Sana asks. You promptly follow, reach to finger her cunt as her juices drop all over Sullyoon's back. "Harder, Daddy, harder," Sullyoon keeps begging. You put Sana's high heels on her daughter's back as you make Sana rain all over her daughter's back and pick up the speed. "YEAH, LIKE THAT," Sullyoon screams as she gets showered with squirts and pounded like a slut.

"Please, Daddy, don't stop, I'm gonna cum, don't stop," Sullyoon says as her face starts turning red. You grab her waist and push further deep into her pussy, Sullyoon 's long legs shaking. "Give it to me Daddy, don't stop, I'm so close, fucking take it, please," she begs as she creams all over your cock before you handle the duties to her mother. "You're such a pathetic slut, look at you," Sana says as she disciplines her daughter.

"SPIT IN MY FUCKING MOUTH," Sullyoon begs her mother as Sana follows. "I saw how hungry you were for that dick, you want more?" Sana asks. "Yes, I want more, please," she says. "Then spit on my hand," Sana orders. "Yes, rub it on my face," Sullyoon begs. "Don't be so greedy, YoonA," Sana answers as she does it.

"OH YESSSS," Sullyoon screams as you let her and Sana play with each other a little. Sullyoon sucks her mother's tits and dives into her pink pussy. "I wanna taste it, it's the best-flavored pussy I've ever seen," Sullyoon says. You just masturbate to the scene, watching this lovely affair between mother and daughter as you slap your cock in Sana's greedy face and she licks your balls.

"Rub those sweaty balls all over my face," Sana tells you as Sullyoon moves to watch as Sana worships your big cock. Soon, you turn your attention back to Sullyoon. "Looks like she's hungry for that cock too," Sana says as you hit YoonA's pretty face again. Sana laughs as she watches her daughter get spanked multiple times all over her body.

"AHHHH, YEAH," Sullyoon moans as you keep hitting her ass, before going back to mount on top of her. "FUCK, YES, AHHHHH," she screams. "Open your legs," you tell Sullyoon, pounding her much harder than before. "YES, DADDY," she screams.

But you have different plans, fully committed to humiliating that young slut, quickly pulling out and sitting on her face. "Lick my dirty ass," you tell her as you and Sana team up on Sullyoon, you getting rimmed while Sana eats her daughter's pussy, Sullyoon barely able to breathe as you suffocate her with your ass and Sana bends over to suck your cock.

"Your fucking ass tastes so good all over my face, so fucking sweaty," Sullyoon says while Sana chokes on your cock. You put your feet in Sullyoon's mouth, putting the young vixen in a fully submissive position. "She loves my feet like her mother loves my dick," you say as you spit on Sana's sweaty face while she rubs her face on your cock.

"No wonder YoonA already knows so much, look at the fucking slut that her mother is," you tell Sana, hitting her face. "Yes, I'm a fucking slut for this big fucking dick," Sana answers as she hits back, you two trading kisses, chokes, and spanks on top of Sullyoon's body. You then grope Sana's tits and suck them while she jerks your cock off, Sullyoon moaning and tasting your feet.

"Sit on my dick," you order Sana, who is promptly ready, opening her legs and descending that big pole with ease. "Oh my Gosh, holy shit," Sana moans as she bounces on your cock under Sullyoon's watch, impressed with how fast her mother moves her hips and fingers herself while getting impaled by your massive meat.

"OH MY GOD, THAT FUCKING DICK FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD," Sana moans just as Sullyoon spits in her mother's pussy. She looks at her mother with naughty eyes, pondering how can she be such a good cock rider, as Sana's cheeks clap against your crotch nonstop, her legs fully open as she bounces so fast your cock pops out of her pussy a few times, but quickly putting it back on. "YOUR FUCKING DICK HITS SO FUCKING DEEP," she moans.

"You're stretching her pussy out so good, Daddy," Sullyoon says as she watches your cock go balls deep in Sana's cunt. You start pounding Sana from up top, the Japanese slut holding herself against the wall to not lose balance as her insides get drilled. "OH YEAH, YEAH," she moans.

"Let me taste that fucking cock," Sullyoon begs as she pulls it out of Sana's pussy, ready to suck all her mother's juices. "Hmm I can smell it," Sullyoon says as she sniffs your cock while you share kisses with Sana, deepthroating it to the fullest. "I wanna gag on it so bad," Sullyoon says. "Throat this dick, learn from your mother," you tell her, as Sana helps Sullyoon engulf your cock balls deep.

"Hold your breath and take it all the way deep," Sana instructs Sullyoon as her daughter tries to take your full nine inches plus your balls in her throat. Sullyoon gags multiple times but keeps pushing anyway. "Spit all over his dirty fucking dick," Sana says, pushing her daughter's head against your pole. "Make it fucking bulge on your throat, dive your slutty face on that dick," Sana keeps instructing, Sullyoon making gagging sounds and losing her breath.

"Let me teach you," Sana says as she grabs your cock to herself, quickly bobbing her head hard on it as she pushes deeper and deeper with ease. "It's so fucking sexy watching you choke on that dick, Mom," Sullyoon says as Sana stays focused, taking your length down her mouth, all the way down to your balls. "Give it to me," Sullyoon begs as she lets her mother spit on her face afterward.

"I love this so much," you say as you watch mother and daughter duel like two nasty sluts for your cock. When Sana takes her next turn, you decided to show Sullyoon how far you can push the limits with her mother, locking Sana's small face between your legs and making her choke on your dick, Sullyoon enjoying the graphic image of her mother's beautiful face turned into a mess as she gags on your cock.

"Oh my God, one day I promise I'll be as much of a slut as my mother," Sullyoon tells you as she watches Sana's face get pancaked between your strong legs and your big cock, getting behind her as both of your team up to eat Sana's pussy, the Japanese slut almost puking in your cock with the pressure it exerts in her naughty throat, Sana not looking like a mess, her hair completely ruined as she still manages to take that cock in her mouth all the way deep.

"Are you getting it wet for me, mom?" Sullyoon asks Sana, spitting on her face as you unlock her. Sana is so cock drunk she doesn't want to let it go, but Sullyoon is ready to add her spit to it, both girls now fighting for every inch of your cock, Sana taking your balls while Sullyoon impales her mouth on your shaft. "Oh my God," Sana says with a smile as she watches her daughter tries to match her sluttiness.

"You feel so good down there taking care of our little holes," Sana says as you take turns licking both their pussies and anuses. You then climb back on top, fingering Sana's butthole. "Look how tight your mother is," you tell Sullyoon as Sana's anal cavity refuses to give up. "OH MY GOD FUCK, SHITTTT," Sana starts screaming as you attempt to give her an anal orgasm, her belly moving with your thrusts in her butthole.

"SHITTTTTT," Sana screams as your fingers up her anus make her cum. "Taste it," you tell her as soon as her cunt squirts, Sana swallowing up your wet fingers. "OH MY GOD," Sana keeps screaming as you go back to finger-fucking her asshole. "If she's already cumming like that with just my fingers, can you imagine what she does with my cock in there?" you ask Sullyoon. "I can't wait to see it," Sullyoon answers. "I promise next time she brings you here you'll see, now I need to fuck your beautiful pussies more," you tell her.

You feed your fingers from Sana's butthole straight to Sullyoon's mouth. "Your mother is all sweaty but her ass still tastes like strawberries," you tell Sullyoon. "Yes, you're right, Daddy," she tells you as you fist her mouth, making Sullyoon spit all over her pussy. You two team up on Sana, as Sullyoon eats her mother's cunt while you keep fisting her anus. "That slut is so tight, I can put my whole arm up her ass and her hole shirks back to normal as soon as I pull out," you say.

"OH MY GOD, FUCKKKK," Sana keeps moaning as your finger stimulates her asshole, making her squirt all over her daughter's face. "You're gonna have many anal orgasms like this in the future, YoonA, even better if you can do it just with hands instead of a cock like your slutty mother," you tell Sullyoon as she licks Sana's pussy to the fullest. "OH FUCK MY ASS IS GETTING USED SO WELL," Sana screams as she gets one last anal orgasm.

"You wanna watch how you were conceived, YoonA?" you ask Sullyoon. "Of course, Daddy," the young slut answers. You warm Sana up with some dirty talk and choking. "Who's the biggest slut on the planet?" you ask Sana. "I am," she answers. "That's right," you tell her.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Sana, the perfect woman," you say as you start licking her pussy. Sullyoon is right to her side, masturbating to the hot scene. You give Sana a little anal tease, putting the tip of your cock in her butthole before pulling out and switching to her cunt. "I'll save it for another day," you say.

Despite getting pinned to the floor, Sana moves her hips to meet your cock as soon as it gets in her pussy. You spread her beautiful legs as Sullyoon is already creaming herself watching her mother getting drilled. You drive Sana to the floor, pounding her on an anime-esque mating press position. "OH MY GOD, OH SHIT," she moans as you stretch her pussy out, pounding it balls deep, her asshole winking every time your cock hits her cervix.

You choke Sana and talk dirty to her. "I'm gonna put a baby in that womb, give YoonA a sister that will grow up to be another big slut just like her mother," you tell Sana as you keep drilling her pussy, pressing her cheeks against the floor at each thrust while Sullyoon watches.

"Oh my God, show me the slut I am, breed me, give YoonA another sister," Sana begs as she looks at you with sexy eyes, letting herself get completely stopped in front of her daughter as your rough but very passionate thrusts in her pussy keep mounting. Sullyoon is bemused, watching your cock bulging under Sana's belly. "That woman looks so cute but is so nasty, how does it feel to have the perfect nympho as your mother, YoonA?" you ask Sullyoon. "Well, she's for sure a good mother to me," the young girl answers.

Sana manages to move her hips even pressed to the floor. "AHHHH, FUCK, FUCK, HOLY SHIT," she moans. You let her spin on your cock for a bit, you two trading sexy stares as Sana bounces on your cock while on the floor. "I'm gonna fill this fucking slut pussy," you tell her, getting completely on top of Sana and drilling her harder than ever, making loud noises as your bodies collide with each other at each thrust you give her.

"Watch this YoonA, learn how babies are made," you tell Sullyoon as you slow down, passionately kissing Sana and letting her walls squeeze your cock to the fullest until you fill her womb to the brim. "Your mother said she was not on the pill, hope you can get a younger sister over 20 years later, YoonA," you tell Sullyoon as your semen oozes out of Sana's tight pussy onto the floor. "You wanna go next, YoonA?" you ask the young girl. "Of course," Sullyoon answers.

"Then let's get to the couch," you say to Sullyoon as she follows you. Sana stays on the floor a little more as scoops your cum from it and licks it, while you turn your attention to her daughter.

You shove your cock balls deep in Sullyoon's mouth. "Get me hard again," you tell her. Sullyoon quickly obliges as she lets you fuck her face, but this time shows more willingness to fight back, bobbing her head hard as Sana is already back there to give her daughter instructions. "Keep your eyes open, take it all the way in, get him hard again for that meaty young pussy," her mother says.

Sullyoon grows more and more accustomed to your cock, filling it full of her saliva as deepthroats it hard. "Keep going, YoonA, get it wet for your pussy," Sana tells her as Sullyoon keeps choking on your already hard meat. You push it balls deep once again, her trying to last longer with it deep in her mouth, enjoying the string of saliva covering her pretty face.

"Open your eyes," Sana keeps saying as Sullyoon struggles to gag on your meat. "Louder, keep choking," her mother commands. "Here, let me teach you," Sana says, giving you a no-hands blowjob in front of her daughter. "Learn it, YoonA, I want you to take on that cock by yourself," Sana says as soon as she pops your cock out of her mouth.

You take turns fucking their throats and slap your cock in Sullyoon's face, letting both girls fight for your cock. Sana rubs your shaft all over her daughter's face while Sullyoon dives for your balls. "Come on, YoonA, you can do it," she says.

Sullyoon coughs all over your cock as Sana keeps telling her to keep her eyes open. You grab Sullyoon's pretty face and fuck it, the young girl struggling with your meat being much larger than her university colleagues. "She's still young, she's gonna be a great slut soon," Sana says.

"Follow your mother and lay on the couch," you tell Sullyoon as they get themselves lying upside down on the couch, their faces in prime position to get pounded. You tease both girls, taking turns between their mouths, before turning to Sullyoon, enjoying your cock bulge under her cheeks while Sana licks it.

"I think it's wet enough, turn around YoonA, and let me fuck your pussy," you tell Sullyoon as she follows your instructions. "Open your legs," you tell Sullyoon as you dive to eat her meaty pussy out while Sana sits on her face and starts squirting again over her daughter's body. Sullyoon eats Sana's pussy out, her mouths's lips perfectly interlocking with Sana's pussy lips.

"Look at her, getting my pussy wet so good, I think she's learning quite well," Sana says as you keep herself occupied with Sullyoon's pussy, pushing your head in the direction as you tongue all over her meaty clit. "Spread those lips for me," you tell Sullyoon, while Sana grinds her cunt in her daughter's mouth.

"Oh that feels so good," Sullyoon says as you two team up on her. Sana pushes harder, grinding her pussy all over her daughter's face. "AHHHHH," Sullyon suddenly screams as you shove your 9-inch cock back in her throbbing pussy without warning, Sana gets out of Sullyoon and lets her scream freely. "You're on your own, kid," she tells her daughter.

You drill Sullyoon's pussy hard, her moaning softly while Sana masturbates and goes back to squirting over her daughter. "Do you think she's learning how to take that big fat cock?" Sana asks you. "Yes, she's a good learner, just like her slutty mother," you answer, pushing harder into Sullyon's throbbing cunt.

"Spread it all over me, AHHHH, YEAHHH, THAT'S SO FUCKING HOT" Sullyoon begs as Sana gives her the biggest squirt shower yet. You keep pounding Sullyoon and instructing her. "Drink it, taste your mother's slutty juices," you command as you pick up the pace, grabbing Sullyoon's tits and enjoying her skin turn redder and redder the more you pound her.

Sana squirts all over Sullyoon's toned midriff, turning her daughter into a wet mess as your cock bulges under her fit belly. Sana goes back down, licking her juices from Sullyoon's belly and tasting your cock before you push it back inside her cunt. "Let me see that meaty cunt taking it all the way deep," she says. "AHHH, YEAH," Sullyoon moans up top.

You drill Sullyoon's pussy faster and faster, Sanna enjoying the bulge under her daughter's belly, licking the tip every time it pops under Sullyoon's navel. "Can you squirt like your mother?" you ask Sullyoon as Sana rubs her daughter's clit while you fuck her.

"I'll try, Daddy," Sullyoon answers you as her pussy starts getting wetter and wetter. "I LOVE HOW HARD YOU FUCK ME, DADDY," Sullyoon screams as you push harder and harder in her pussy. "Lick my ass, YoonA," Sana demands as she gets back to sit on her daughter's face, as Sullyoon obliges and puts her tongue deep in Sana's strawberry-flavored anus.

Sullyoon's legs tremble as you spread her long legs further and keep drilling her cunt nonstop. "Don't cum yet," Sana commands to her daughter, who tries to deal with it by pushing even harder into her mother's asshole.

But you have different plans. "Stay there," you tell Sullyoon, pulling out of her and fisting her cunt all of a sudden. "AHHHHH FUCKKKK," she suddenly screams, your massage in her cunt pushing her to the verge of orgasm. "Don't move YoonA, stay strong," you tell her. "FUCKKKK, DADDDY, I CAN'T TAKE IT YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM, OH MY GOD" Sullyoon screams as she explodes in the most mind-blowing orgasm she has ever had in her life, her cheeks getting completely covered with juices.

"It smells so sweet," Sana says as she licks her daughter's squirt. "Just like her mother," you tell her. "You told her not to cum, should I punish your daughter for not following your instructions?" you ask Sana. "Well, she's all yours, do whatever you want to her," Sana answers.

You put Sullyoon on the top of the couch, putting her under a mating press just like you did to her mother. "Should I cum in her pussy just like I did to you?" you ask Sana. "Of course," she answers, letting you have total control over Sullyoon.

"Look at this nasty bitch," you say as Sana comes from behind to watch you fuck her daughter and starts rimming your asshole, making you push harder against Sullyoon's meaty cunt, your ass rubbing all over Sana's sexy face. "AHHH, YEAHHH," Sullyoon screams as you punish her, spanking her red face and choking her hard as her cunt keeps getting drilled.

The couch creaks with the intensity of your pounding, you are now in total control of Sullyoon's sexy young body, pushing it against the couch as your whole weight is on top of her. Sana doesn't give a shit about her daughter getting choked to the extreme, just staying entertained licking your asshole. "I'm gonna cum so hard for you, Daddy," Sullyoon says as she can barely breathe with your strong hands wrapped around her neck, her body getting pushed harder and harder as you fuck her at full speed now.

"Oh right there, right there, Daddy, PLEASE, PLEASE" Sullyoon begs as you ramp up the intensity. She's just your fucktoy now, the only thing you care about now is fucking her meaty young cunt until she can't walk, destroying her hot sexy body to the maximum like a horning raging bull. "OH YEAH, OH FUCK," it's your turn to scream as you can feel Sullyoon's walls tighten around your cock, her whole body trembling and her moaning out of breath as you feel it's now or never.

You empty your balls in Sullyoon's meaty cunt, but your cock gets hard again as soon as your cum finishes painting her walls. "Look what you made me do, you dirty slut, you made me cum inside you in front of your mother," you tell Sullyoon. "I didn't do anything Daddy, you wanted," she says.

You grab Sullyoon's neck once again, plowing her even harder than before the creampie. "Why did you have to be so hot? Why did you have to be such a dirty slut just like your mother?" you keep asking her, massacring her pussy and choking her almost to death.

"Spank on her face, spit on it, be a good mother and discipline your daughter," you tell Sana. "Are you ready to cum on his dick, YoonA?" Sana asks. "YES, MOM, I WANT TO CUM ALL OVER DADDY'S COCK," Sullyoon screams, her face completely red as you and Sana watch from above. Sana disciplines Sullyoon, hitting her daughter's body as she is ready to orgasm. "My daughter is such a dirty slut, I'm so proud of her," she says.

"FUCK, AH, AH, AH, AH," Sullyoon starts to scream. "Cum on his dick," Sana orders, spanking her daughter more. "You want more?" you ask Sullyoon as you feel her walls tightening again. "YES, DADDY, CUM IN MY PUSSY AGAIN," Sullyoon begs.

You spread Sullyoon's legs again and go back to drill her cunt hard. Sana spanks her daughter's feet as you too discipline Sullyoon with countless spankings. "You want more?" you keep asking Sullyoon as you choke and fuck her. "YES, DADDY," she emphatically answers every single time.

"USE ME, DADDY, USE ME PLEASE," Sullyoon begs as she can barely think straight. "Dirty fucking slut taking his filthy cock," Sana says of her daughter as her legs start shaking and you two cum at the same time. "THIS IS SO GOOD, THANK YOU, MOM, YOU'RE THE BEST, THANK YOU FOR TRAINING ME LIKE THIS," Sullyoon says as she's completely overwhelmed, that experience will make her never see sex in the same way she once did. All the nights with those fraternity bros at her university will look tame and vanilla now compared to Daddy's 9-inch thick cock.

You and Sana massage Sullyoon's meaty pussy, signaling you two aren't done torturing the young girl with pleasure. "I'M GONNA CUM SO HARD, FUCKKKK, YESS" she screams as your hands touch her cum-filled folds and her legs shake. "YoonA, your pussy is still so tight it can break my little hands," Sana says.

"Oh my God it's so intense," Sullyoon says as she cums again. But you aren't done with her. "Easy, please," she begs as you put your finger up her asshole and then feed it to Sana to taste. "You want to have an assgasm like your mother?" you ask Sullyoon. "Yes, Daddy, anything you want," she answers.

You massage Sullyoon's asshole as Sana watches and laughs. "Ohhhh it's so intense," she says. "Next time we meet I'm gonna fuck your ass and you will think twice to find this intense," you tell her as you make her taste her butthole. "That's it. "Yes, Daddy, fist my ass like I'm a fucking whore, a fucking slut, I love being used like this and treated like a whore," Sullyoon says.

"AHHHH I'M GONNA CUM AGAIN," Sullyoon screams as you manage to give her an anal orgasm. "Daddy, I never felt so good like today, thank you," she says as you two share passionate kisses, Sana watching on the side as you make love with her daughter after giving her the nastiest possible orgasm. "That's why I love him so much, YoonA, he's the only dude who can finger your asshole and then hug and kiss you a second after," Sana says.

"Cum in me again, Daddy, turn me into your cum dump," Sullyoon begs as Sana smiles watching her daughter begging for more. "She's turning into such a good slut," she says. "You like that, you dirty slut? The more you get, the more you want," you say, enraged as you spank Sullyoon's face and tying to find more cum in your balls to give to her.

Sana gives you more naughty stares, pleased with the way you fuck her daughter and happy her training was successful. You keep spanking Sullyoon's face. "You're getting on my nerves, slut," you tell her, choking Sullyoon. "Sorry, Daddy, I'm just a needy girl who wants cum," she says, her face completely red as Sana kisses her. "You're so beautiful taking all this cock," Sana tells her as you lift Sullyon's right leg and put both your feet in her face. "YES, PLEASE, PLEASE," Sullyoon begs as she gets used like a toy,"

"Here's the cum you wanted, bitch," you tell Sullyoon as Sana gets up, watching her daughter get filled up again as her body is completely under your control. "That's fucking amazing," Sullyoon says. "My daughter is such a beautiful slut," Sana says as Sullyoon collapses on the couch, exhausted as your drilling sucked all her energy. But you still have one other horny woman yet to be fully satisfied in the room, all sweaty and ready to be pounded once again even as your cock was so drained by Sullyoon you might be shooting blanks at this point.

But Sana is not like the other girls, she always has a move up her sleeve.

"YoonA, I know you're all dizzy over his cock, but I need to teach you one final move, it's called 'The Snake Enchanter,'" Sana says as she starts kissing you.

"Carry me, let's do it," Sana says as you grab her from the couch and start bouncing on your cock while you lift her. "Holy shit, my mother is insane," Sullyoon says as she watches the way Sana moves her hips, getting you hard once again as she does her signature riding moves. "You're gonna empty your balls in my pussy just like you did to my daughter," she tells you.

"AH, AH, AH, AH," Sana moans as she works on your cock. Sullyoon tries to be a good student just like in her university, watching her mother with her eyes wide open as you carry-fuck Sana all over your living room, getting close to the mirror. Sullyoon is exhausted but comes close to watching her mother bounce on your dick. "So fucking sexy," she says, looking from below as Sana's pussy moves up and down your shaft in a perfect rhythm.

You grab Sana's ass and spread her cheeks in front of Sullyoon, as her mother continues to moan every time she reaches the bottom of your cock, her hips grinding to perfection on your big fat cock. "Squirt on me," you beg Sana as you put her back on the ground, sitting on your chair and letting her finger her pussy right in your face. "Watch this, YoonA," she tells her daughter, covering your face with a geyser of juices.

Sana grabs your head and rubs her pussy in your face. "Yes, baby, worship my juicy pussy," she says as Sullyoon comes back to the scene and jerks your cock off. "Good girl, preparing this cock for your mother to sit on," Sana praises her.

"Sit on my dick," you tell Sana as Sullyoon keeps moving her hands around your cock, lining it up to her mother's entrance and watching her bounce on it. "Pay attention YoonA, this is how you milk a cock dry," Sana says, moving her hips in an insanely fast manner, grinding on your cock to perfection with very fast and strong bounces, her asshole wiking as she moves.

"OH MY GOD, PLEASE, CUM IN MY PUSSY, AHHHH," Sana begs, driving you insane, you grab her and start pushing upwards against her cunt. "OH MY GOD, FUCK," she screams, Sullyoon watches as your thrusts push her mother's body up in the air. "Holy fuck, he's gonna split my mom in half," she thinks.

"AH, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," Sana screams as you thrust so hard you nearly send her flying against the wall. As you pull out of her pussy, your cum oozes out of it and drops to the floor. "Taste it, YoonA," Sana tells her daughter, who crawls into the stains of semen on the ground and licks them to perfection. "From my pussy too," Sana commands as Sullyoon obliges.

The three of you are exhausted after nearly an hour and a half of rough fucking. "I can't wait to see you again, fucking sexy girls," you tell Sana and Sullyoon, giving them some kisses as they head back to their homes full of sweat and cum.

Sana and Sullyoon arrive home, taking a shower together. "What did you think of your training?" Sana asks her daughter. "It was amazing, mom, thank you again," Sullyoon answers. She's so tired that she goes straight to sleeping after finishing the shower, while Sana sends you some texts.

"My daughter really liked it," she says to you. "It was a pleasure," you text back.

On the following morning, Sana wakes up to her routine. As she heads towards Sullyoon's bedroom, she doesn't find her daughter in there. "YOONA, WHERE ARE YOU?" she screams as she searches all over the house before her motherly instincts kick in.

Sana drives to your house, opens the door, and gets shocked as she watches her daughter naked on all fours on the floor getting her ass fucked while her head gets stomped and she begs for more.

"YES, DADDY, PLEASE, FUCK MY ASS HARDER," Sullyoon screams before she sees her mother right beside her and gets shy as the fucking session comes to a halt.

"You really like your father's cock, don't you, YoonA?" Sana asks her daughter. "My, what?" Sullyoon asks, confused. "Your father," Sana answers. "Mom, you must be joking," she replies to Sana. "No, I'm not, I know it's hard to resist but you really need to contain the impulses of fucking your father," Sana answers.

"Are you really my father or is she joking?" Sullyoon asks you.

"Yes, YoonA, I am your father," you affirmatively answer, only to receive a very unexpected answer from your daughter.