#anna smut

Anna was the kind of student who naturally drew attention wherever she went. With her graceful presence, expressive cat-like eyes, long dark hair, and effortless elegance, she carried herself with a quiet confidence that made people admire her without even trying. Despite her popularity on campus, Anna had never been interested in romance—until the first day she stepped into your history lecture. The moment you began speaking with calm authority and genuine passion for the past, something inside her changed. It wasn't a passing crush; it was love at first sight, and from that day forward, her heart belonged to you.

Every lecture became the highlight of her week. She always arrived early, choosing a seat where she could watch you explain centuries of history with infectious enthusiasm. While the other students hurried to leave after class, Anna often lingered behind, pretending to organize her notes just to hear you answer a few extra questions. She admired not only your intelligence but also your kindness, patience, and the quiet warmth you showed to every student equally.

"But wouldn't the logistics of the supply chain have made that specific treaty impossible to maintain?" Anna asked, her voice cutting through the end-of-class chatter with a calculated clarity. She wasn't looking at the textbook; she was looking directly at you, her chin tilted just enough to catch the light.

You paused, capping your marker and glancing at the slide. A small, appreciative smile tugged at your lips. "Now, that is a genuinely good question, Anna. Most people overlook the maritime constraints of the sixteenth century." You stepped closer to her desk, leaning in slightly to point out a map detail, oblivious to the way her breath hitched or the way her fingers tightened around the edge of her notebook.

For Anna, those few seconds of focused attention were the only currency that mattered. She didn't need the validation of the other students who were already halfway out the door; she only wanted the specific, scholarly approval that lived in your eyes. As you explained the nuance of the trade routes, she nodded along, though her mind had drifted from the history of spice trades to the way your voice softened when you were thinking deeply.

The following weeks became a choreographed dance of academic curiosity. Anna began spending her weekends in the archives, digging up obscure citations and primary sources that she knew would pique your interest. She didn't just want to be a good student; she wanted to be the only student who could challenge you, creating a private intellectual dialogue between the two of you that felt, to her, like a shared secret. These exchanges were the highlights of her day, a series of small, earned victories that kept her coming back to the front row of your lecture hall.

However, the reality of your life was a constant, silent presence in the room. It was the gold band that caught the light whenever you gestured toward the whiteboard, and the framed photograph of your spouse that sat modestly on the corner of your desk. Whenever Anna caught a glimpse of it, a sharp, familiar ache settled in her chest—a feeling of jealousy toward a person she barely knew, but a recognition of the boundary that stood between her and the life she imagined with you.

"The archives are technically closed on Tuesdays, but the curator is a friend of mine who owes me a favor involving a very rare map of the Levant," you mentioned casually, glancing up from your notes as Anna approached your desk.

She didn't flinch at the mention of the rule-breaking; instead, she leaned in, her expression one of delighted curiosity. Over the next few weeks, these "extracurricular" research trips became a ritual. What started as a quest for primary sources on the Mediterranean trade morphed into a series of long, wandering conversations that drifted far from the sixteenth century. Anna had developed a talent for the conversational pivot—starting with a question about your academic influences and sliding, with a seamless grace, into questions about your favorite childhood memories or the books you read for pleasure when you weren't grading papers.

"You have a very specific way of describing the architecture of the Renaissance," she remarked one rainy Tuesday, her voice barely a whisper in the hushed atmosphere of the library. "It's so romanticized. I wonder if you've always viewed the world through that lens, or if someone specific encouraged that side of you?"

The question was a probe, a gentle fingertip testing the boundary of your professional perimeter. She wasn't asking about your thesis anymore; she was asking about the architecture of your heart. You found yourself smiling, the kind of genuine, warm expression you usually reserved for your inner circle. "My grandmother was a painter," you replied, pausing to consider the question. "She taught me that the beauty of a building isn't in the stone, but in the light that hits it at four in the afternoon."

Anna lingered on that image, her gaze shifting from the ancient manuscripts to the way the dim library light caught the gold band on your finger. "You're very patient with people," she noted, her tone shifting to something softer, more intimate. "I imagine that's why your home is such a peaceful place. Do you find that the quiet of your private life helps you handle the chaos of the university?"

"It’s a necessary sanctuary," you replied, your voice echoing slightly in the vaulted silence of the archives. You didn't move away, but you did shift your weight, subconsciously creating a fraction of distance that Anna felt like a physical wall. "Between the faculty meetings and the undergraduate crises, having a place where the world just stops is the only way to stay sane. My spouse is the anchor for that. They have this incredible ability to make the rest of the world feel like background noise."

Anna nodded, her expression a mask of polite interest, though the word *anchor* felt like a weight pulling her under. She had spent months meticulously crafting a version of herself that was indispensable to you—the brilliant pupil, the intellectual peer, the only person who truly understood your passion for the Levant. Hearing you speak of your home life with such effortless contentment was a reminder that there was a whole dimension of your existence where she didn't even exist as a footnote.

"Do you think the peonies are too cliché, or is there a timelessness to them that I'm overlooking?"

The text arrived on a Thursday afternoon, punctuating a lecture on the Fall of Constantinople. You didn't have to look at the contact name to know it was Anna; she had a way of phrasing things that made even a question about floristry feel like a thesis defense. The exchange of phone numbers had happened organically a month prior, born from the logistical necessity of coordinating archive hours, but it had quickly evolved into a digital tether. Anna had become a constant, gentle hum in the periphery of your day, a stream of consciousness that flowed from complex historical queries to the mundane frustrations of her dormitory life.

For Anna, the shift was a strategic victory. She had transitioned from the front row of a lecture hall to the palm of your hand. She began sharing the small, jagged edges of her day—the frustration of a broken coffee machine, the anxiety of a looming deadline, the way a certain song made her feel inexplicably lonely. By offering these fragments of her vulnerability, she had carved out a space for herself as more than just a star pupil. She was becoming a confidante, a sounding board, a presence you relied on for a different kind of intellectual stimulation—one that was personal and immediate.

You, in turn, found her perspective refreshing. There was a youthful, unfiltered honesty to her taste that you sometimes felt you had lost in the sterilized environment of academia. When you were planning your anniversary or searching for a birthday gift that wouldn't feel repetitive, you found yourself typing her name into your messages. It felt innocent, a mentorship that had expanded into a friendship. You trusted her eye for beauty and her instinct for the poetic, never realizing that every time you asked for her help in surprising your spouse, you were handing her a map of the very love she wished she could replace.

One evening, the conversation shifted from the domestic to the existential. Anna had sent a photo of a rain-streaked window, followed by a message: Everything feels so temporary today. Does that ever happen to you? The feeling that you're just a guest in your own life?

"You're thinking too much again," you replied, leaning back in your office chair as the blue light of the screen illuminated the deepening shadows of the room. It was a gentle rebuke, the kind of playful nudge that had become the baseline of your digital shorthand. "The rain has a way of making the world feel like a melancholy novel, but remember that even the most temporary storms eventually run out of water."

Anna didn't reply immediately. The three dots of her typing indicator appeared, vanished, and reappeared several times, as if she were editing a confession in real-time. When the message finally arrived, it was shorter, stripped of its poetic armor: What happens when the storm is the only thing that makes you feel alive ?

The weight of the question hung in the air, vibrating with an intensity that felt slightly too heavy for a Thursday night. You paused, your thumb hovering over the screen. For a moment, the professional distance you maintained—that invisible line between professor and pupil—felt dangerously thin. You recognized that specific brand of collegiate angst, the yearning for something profound and unattainable, but with Anna, it always felt more focused, more intentional.

"I don't care if she's a prodigy. I don't care if she's the next great historian of our generation."

The voice didn't come from a lecture hall or a quiet archive; it came from the kitchen, sharp enough to slice through the comfortable silence of the evening. Your wife, wasn't screaming—not yet—but her voice had reached that vibrating frequency that signaled a total collapse of patience. She was standing by the counter, your phone lying face-up between you, the screen still glowing with a notification from Anna about a particular translation of Petrarch. For months, youe wife had played the part of the supportive partner, smiling when you mentioned Anna’s brilliance, but the small things had been accumulating like sediment. The way you checked your phone during dinner, the way your face lit up when mentioning a "breakthrough" in the archives, and the subtle, pervasive presence of a young woman who seemed to occupy every spare thought you had.

The explosion happened over something trivial—a misplaced comment about Anna's "incredible intuition"—but it was the catalyst for everything. your wife finally let it all out, her frustration spilling over in a torrent of words that left you breathless. She wasn't accusing you of an affair in the physical sense, but she was accusing you of an emotional migration. She spoke of the loneliness she felt even while sitting next to you, the sense that you were mentally drifting toward a version of yourself that only existed when you were talking to Anna. The anger was raw, born from a place of deep insecurity and a love that felt threatened by a ghost.

The silence that followed her outburst was deafening. You looked at your wife—really looked at her—and saw the genuine hurt behind the anger. The realization hit you with the force of a physical blow: in your quest to nurture a student's mind, you had neglected the heart of your home. The academic thrill of being admired by someone like Anna had blinded you to the slow erosion of the sanctuary you had once described as your anchor.

You didn't defend yourself. There were no arguments to be made about "professional mentorship" or "intellectual kinship" that could outweigh the tears now shimmering in your wife's eyes. Instead, you closed the distance between you, your voice cracking as you began to apologize. You begged for her forgiveness, your words tumbling out in a desperate rush, asking for *merci*—for mercy—on the only relationship that truly mattered. You held her hands, ignoring her initial attempts to pull away, and promised her that the boundaries would be rebuilt, stronger and more rigid than before.

"The syllabus is the law of the land, Anna. Please refer to the rubric for the grading criteria."

The words felt like cold stones being dropped into a well. You didn't look up from your desk as she stood there, her presence a fragrant, silent plea that used to make you smile. Now, it felt like a liability. You kept your gaze fixed on the stack of essays, the red pen in your hand acting as a barrier between your world and hers. The warmth that had once colored your interactions—the shared jokes about the Levant, the playful nudges about her overthinking—had been systematically replaced by a sterile, professional courtesy. You weren't being unkind; you were being a professor. And for Anna, that was the cruelest thing you could possibly be.

The digital tether was the first thing to snap. For weeks, the steady hum of her messages had been the background noise of your life, but now, the notifications sat unread for hours, then days. When you did reply, the poetic flourishes were gone. Her existential questions about the temporary nature of storms were met with concise, academic answers. *“It’s a common theme in Romanticism; perhaps you could explore that in your next paper,”* you wrote, effectively killing the intimacy of the conversation and relocating it to a grade book. You could almost feel her confusion through the screen, the way she must have stared at the blue bubbles, wondering which version of you had suddenly decided to vanish.

In the lecture hall, the choreography changed. You no longer lingered by her desk to discuss the nuances of maritime constraints. Instead, you began ending your classes with a brisk, "That's all for today," and moved toward the door before the first student could even stand up. You stopped catching her eye during your more passionate tangents. When she would raise her hand, her expression a mixture of hope and desperation, you would call on someone else—someone who didn't make your heart race with a mixture of guilt and nostalgia. You treated her like any other name on a roster, a tactical erasure that left her drifting in the periphery of your attention.

Anna didn't handle the silence with her usual grace. The quiet confidence she had carried since the first day of class began to fray at the edges. She still arrived early, but she no longer sat in the front row; she moved back, as if trying to gauge the exact distance at which you stopped noticing her. Her questions became shorter, stripped of their intellectual playfulness, and her gaze, once an invitation, became a haunting search for a sign that she still mattered. She began to linger even longer after class, her notebooks clutched to her chest like a shield, waiting for a moment of softness that never came.

Anna had stopped trying to win your heart through the archives; instead, she had decided to wage a war of attrition against your composure. She arrived at the lecture today wearing a white ribbed tank top that left very little to the imagination and a denim mini-skirt that seemed more suited for a beach club than a windowless history hall. She didn't sit in the back anymore. She had reclaimed the front row, leaning forward with her elbows on the desk, her chin resting in her palms, watching you with a predatory intensity. She knew exactly why you were staring at the whiteboard, your eyes fixed on a sentence about the Ottoman Empire as if it were the most fascinating piece of prose ever written. She could feel your avoidance, and to her, that tension was a different, more electric kind of intimacy.

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“He can't?” Gawon raised one of her eyebrows upon hearing it from Wonyoung. She is also scanning her since it's the first time she has seen her.

“Yes! It’s just weird! So that's why something is tingling on my radar!” Sooin smelled something fishy earlier, and she just got her confirmation.

“I didn’t anticipate this.” Ryujin's voice calmed down.

“Crazy…” Anna’s voice is even lower than Ryujin's.

…

“But, who are you?” Sooin stared at the girl who just butted in the shop.

Wonyoung looked at Sooin from head to toe before answering. “I’m Jang Wonyoung. I’m here to take him back.” She stood there with an intimidating, expensive aura that radiated around her.

“She’s looking for him, so I take her inside. But, why take him back?” Anna asked about Wonyoung’s agenda since they are all new to her.

Anna stood on Wonyoung’s side, her elegance and beauty not backing down from Wonyoung’s, exuding the same aura that heightened Wonyoung’s rivalry radar.

“They’re all good-looking… Everyone has their own assets that make them attractive. So this is how you live right after you leave.” Wonyoung thought to herself, eyeing each one of them, stopping specifically at Karina’s tits when she thought of ‘Assets’. She shot a laser at me through her glaring eyes. I got goosebumps when my eyes met hers. Is she cursing me?

“Take him back? And hey! Did you just check me out?” Sooin noticed her skimming before answering her.

“Just assessing any potential contender.” Wonyoung’s firm standing posture makes her statement as she competes.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Karina wondered why she looked weirdly at her, especially on her racks.

…

“Everyone knows that you guys can’t decide for him, right?” Gawon’s left brow raised this time, and her tone didn’t hide her annoyance. She wanted to be mad, but had to control herself to assess the situation.

“He and I are dating, and I hope you guys are happy for us. And you, you knew he ran away because he wanted to do things his way, and I want you to respect it as I respect it.” Gawon stood in her business. She wanted everyone to respect our decision, and I hope they do.

But it's a story of mine that I just shared with her during our date. I have never mentioned it to anyone since I went to Seoul.

“He ran away!?” Karina, Anna, Sooin, and Ryujin asked at the same time. 

…

“Oh… sorry about that, it slipped.” Gawon laughed, remembering I told her my story, and I hadn’t told it to everyone yet.

Wonyoung’s mouth has been quiet since Gawon requested to respect our decision. The Wonyoung I know will comply and respect it, but will keep moving forward and pursue her goal to take me back.

“I ran away from home. My parents and relatives had this tradition of pushing their children into something that they knew would benefit our bloodline. As you all know, I don’t want that. I wanted to carve my own path, explore things on my own to build something and show them they’re wrong.” I explained to them some part of my life story.

“Yeah, being a server in a coffee shop is new to your family, I guess.” Sooin’s savageness doesn't care about anything and anytime, especially in serious times like this.

“Sooin!” All of us were trying to keep our moment of revelations.

“Sorry, continue.” Sooin apologised, I hope she lets me finish my drama peacefully.

“For Wonyoung…” I looked at Gawon, being guilty that I hadn't told her something important. “She’s from HIVE Group of Companies, daughter of CEO Jang, and she’s one of my possible fiancées,” I added, and shit, I can’t look at Gawon’s eyes.

“So, that’s not official yet. It’s fine.” Gawon looked at me with an assuring smile and nod. Thankfully, she understands and didn’t take it the wrong way.

“Well, one thing I’m sure of, I’m pretty sure that I’m the one he is gonna marry.” Wonyoung sounds so confident, knowing I was destined to marry one of the CEO’s daughters, and she belongs in it.

CEO Jang of HIVE Group of Companies was known for his outrageous marriages. He has the perfect example of polygamy that exists in South Korea, though it is not really a thing; it still exists. He has six daughters from six different women. Wonyoung is the fourth oldest of six stepsisters.

…

“No one’s gonna marry who and who, it’s too early! And Gawon’s the present girlfriend. Too soon for that.” Sooin said, breaking the ice of solid tension. She must be having a hard time processing all of this, same goes for others.

“Hey! Your damn fucking mouth. What do you mean by ‘present’?” Gawon’s absolutely mad with that, however, Sooin just laughed it off.

“Sorry about that. But who knows!? O-oh, don’t stand up, sorry! You’re freaking sensitive!” Sooin apologised after fearing the enraged Gawon.

“He has a girlfriend…” Ryujin murmured, it’s almost inaudible since it’s so low.

“What? Did you say something, Ryu?” Karina asked the calm girl beside her.

“Oh, nothing. Just processing what's happening.” Ryujin shrugged her shoulders.

We’ve talked about our lives and how we are doing in our studies. They also asked a lot of things regarding me running away, which I answered carefully since I don’t want them to be uncomfortable and treat me the other way.

Wonyoung bid goodbye soon since she needs to go back as early as possible. I'm surprised she made friends with them that fast, especially with Sooin. Gawon, though still friendly, there's an electric spark between them which can't be seen but I can feel it.

Gawon and Wonyoung shook hands as they said goodbyes. They look like a petronas tower, they're both hella tall and their hands acting like the connection of the tower.

“Have a safe trip.” Gawon said.

“Thanks.” Wonyoung replied.

They agreed to something only by looking at their eyes, I can tell it. It reminded me of a war treaty scene from a movie I saw a few days ago. 

*****

Later at my dorm, I just got out of the shower after a chaotic afternoon and rode home. My phone rings the moment I dry my hair.

—

Me | Gawon

Hey, why didn't you tell me about Wonyoung?

Sorry, I don’t know how and when, since nothing’s official yet.

Who do you love then?

You! Of course. What kind of question was that?

Don’t think of something weird, okay?

It’s just so sudden so I can't help it…

I love you.

Love you too!

Let’s have a date when we're free?

Sure!

Okay! I’ll handle the schedule!

Love you!

Good night!

Love you too! Sleep well, good night!

—

I prepared my study table and proceeded to review some lectures from the other day. It’s better to stay sharp since I have this feeling that the next few days are gonna be hell. I also considered the training that Ms Kim arranged for me, I bet it's gonna be hard.

*****

(Wonyoung’s POV)

These long rides really drained me. I entered our mansion, which sits right at the centre of a massive properly trimmed land, houses for staff, and man-made nature imitations such as lakes and mini-forests.

“Good day, Ms Wonyoung.”

“Glad you're back, Madam Jang.”

“Hope you have a good time in Seoul madam.”

“You look great as usual, Ms Jang.”

Everyone bowed their heads the moment they saw me approaching. I can sense their fear and respect, and I’m used to it. I'm not being arrogant and in fact, It doesn't matter to me whether they bow or not.

I know that it's not really me whom they are scared of, it's my dad and me being one of her daughters.

As I enter, the spacious foyer greets my tired body. There are two 3-seater sofas at the centre, marbled flooring, and a wall decorated with expensive gold ornaments. There’s also a heavenly-designed stair which connects the mezzanine to the ground.

I plopped my body down on the soft sofa, and stared at the ornate vaulted ceiling with a shining crystal chandelier for a while. I should get a unit near the university if I transfer there, the one near him. I’ll probably buy a unit beside his, but he’ll creep the fuck out.

Having a unit in the same building is enough, I think. Having near beside him while not really invading his personal space.

“I heard you met him?” A woman descended the stairs.

Her visuals are often praised like a portrait from a masterpiece painting. She had a refreshing and elegant aura that radiates from her tall frame.

Her name is Yujin, one of my stepsisters, second from the oldest. A potential candidate as a wife for him.

“I did, what is it to you?” I answered as I watched Yujin descend to the ground and sit across from me.

“Spicy. I like that. Give me the address, now.” Yujin gestured a gimme sign with her hand while grinning.

“Wait! She did!? How is he? Ouch, stop strangling me, Leeseo.” Rei and Leeseo’s heads popped out of the mezzanine.

Leeseo hugged Rei like a koala while Rei tried to keep breathing with Leeseo’s arm all over her neck.

Rei’s the third of the oldest, known for her doll-like and unbelievable cuteness. She’s half Japanese, since father wanted to expand our business all the way to Japan, she married a Japanese businesswoman.

She settled in Korea for her studies, to connect with us, and also to keep up with everything since her mom does not want Rei to be left behind.

On the other hand is Leeseo, our youngest. She had that fresh and youthful appearance which exudes “baby-like features”, her cuteness and beauty compliments in a very unexpected way.

Both Leeseo and Rei are potential candidates, too. They both sat on the same couch with Yujin.

“When will he come back?” Liz spawns also from the mezzanine and gradually descends to the ground floor with a graceful movement.

Liz, the princess in the making, is one year younger than I, and that makes her fifth. She had that fair skin and a deep dimple on her left cheek. She is exquisitely beautiful, and she keeps on getting prettier these days.

“I can't wait to see him.” Liz giggling and talking in her own world. She settled next to me on the couch.

“He’s doing well, I know he will.” Finally, a voice which did not come from above. It’s from the door as someone just entered, it’s Gaeul-unnie.

She has a distinctive heart-shaped face, characterised by being widest at the cheekbones and tapering to a sharp chin, with downward-pointing eyes. She’s considered as the strongest candidate since she’s the oldest of us all.

“Why are the five of you here!?” I was caught by surprise. It’s actually the first time that my step-sisters and I gathered on a casual day and not on an occasional basis.

We’re in flesh this time and not just a huge-ass picture of six of us wearing dresses hanging on the decorated wall.

“We heard the news, it's fishy so we gathered. Transferring to a new university to study? In Seoul? What a way to say you’re just simply going after him.” Yujin fired shots at me. This girl really loves to compete with me, and I won't back down.

“Well, it’s true. I will study and I will take him at the same time, two birds at one stone.” I fired back at her, raising my left eye brow to irritate her.

“Stop using words you don't know what they actually mean.” Liz laughed in a princess manner, and that actually made all of us smile.

As Leeseo and Rei settled down and sat on the sofas. I asked them, “Hey, guys, do you still want to chase after him?”

“Is that even a question? Of course! The sons of other families who wanted to be part of our group were just gross. He’s different in many ways, and I’ll definitely marry him.” Yujin answered instantly.

— Yujin’s flashback.

Yujin went to numerous blind dates her mother set up. Based on her reactions every time she went home after it, it’s horrible. She complains about different things. It’s either her date is a pervert, inconsiderate, narcissist, or even an over-aged grown man who seeks partners using their status.

Until she met him. They were set up on a date, well, not really. Her time stopped, her heart beat faster, and her arms got cold despite the warmth his smile gives. He was just supposed to relay a message for his friend, but Yujin talked to him and insisted on dating her. His family received the news unbelievably fast and took it as an opportunity to set connections with my family.

Yujin fell in love with him just because there’s something in him that sets him above average compared to everyone he dated before. Everything he does looks cool to her. She’s basically head over heels for him in an instant.

— end of flashback.

“Yes, I'm more comfortable with him than others. I shouldn’t have broken up with him,” Gaeul said, and she's really calm.

“Absolutely, he treats me like a woman and not a princess. I wanted that kind of relationship.” Liz’s posture really looks like a princess right now, no wonder they treat her like one to be honest.

“I’ll take him. I’ve met other guys whose mother wanted us to be their partners, and they’re creepy as hell, and… he likes zoos.” Rei cutely said in the cutest tone.

— Rei’s flashback.

Rei is always the goofy one among us. Her mother heard that Yujin’s mom organised some blind dates for her daughter. She thinks of it as a scheme, believing that once Yujin marries before her sisters, she will have the best chance of inheriting a portion of the HIVE stock.

Rei’s mother didn’t want her daughter left behind. She also set Rei up for blind dates, but the outcome is the same as with Yujin’s; they're horrible. She received the news about him and Yujin’s date. Knowing Yujin complained about her dates but not about him, she sets Rei up with him. I believe his family forced him, again. For the same reason as his date with Yujin, his family took it as a great chance to have a connection with my family.

On their date, Rei is hesitant, and he thinks it was because she’s annoyed with him. Rei and Yujin are close; only their mothers weren’t. He brightened up the mood and brought her to a zoo, and not to a usual dating spot. He noticed her bags and phone cases had different animals on it so bringing her in somewhere she enjoyed would ease her irritation.

Rei slowly finds herself falling for him. He understands her well during their conversation. He learned her taste in every matter at just a glance. She observed his actions, and all of it led to her benefiting from it.

— end of flashback.

“He acts like a brother to me, and I like it. I don’t wanna share him with others.” Leeseo said, the last one to tell her the reason.

I don’t have any flashbacks for Leeseo on how she became interested in him. Her reason might be just like what she said.

“That’s selfish.” Yujin.

“Yeah, agree.” Liz.

“Lee-seolfish”, Gaeul joked, but silence followed. She’s not the type of person to throw a joke like that out of nowhere.

…

The awkward silence after her joke cracked us up. Laughing with each other as normal sisters do. There’s no beef on us, just sisterly war on a man.

“So, how is he? For real.” Yujin asked me, and I can tell she’s really curious about him.

“He’s doing well, that’s a fact. He's currently working as a server in a coffee shop, he uses his own money to support himself. He’s not really backing down when he said he’ll live on his own.” I told them what I saw, and they’re on their ears.

“Coffee…” Leeseo repeated in amusement.

“That’s so manly of him…” Liz said, and all of us looked in her direction. Her ears and face gradually became red.

“Stop daydreaming about my husband and go play the princess role upstairs.” Yujin mocked the blushing Liz.

“Hey! I’m not! Well… I kind of feel it,” Liz was quite offended, but she brushed it off.

— Liz’s flashback.

Liz is always treated as a princess everywhere she goes. Not until she met him at the school gym. It’s our school's founding anniversary, and they’re teamed up in a dodgeball game. He shouts at her, which leaves everyone scared and speechless.

Instead of being angry, Liz's expression brightened up; she saw lights all over him with a halo and wings. It’s love at first sight. He didn’t treat her as a princess, but as a mere schoolmate who was weak at dodgeball.

For the first time, she felt different. Not someone who treats her like a princess. It's just weird for someone to fall in love with a guy who just yelled at you.

— end of flashback.

“How are her studies, and how is he even handling his work? If we hadn’t broken up, he might be here studying while I care for him.” Gaeul’s more curious about how he is doing than the reddening tomato Liz.

“I let it go once, but not twice. She’s at it again, claiming to be his ex-lover just because of some play at school.” Yujin’s always annoyed when Gaeul-unnie brings it up, because Yujin knows that she’ll never stop.

— Gaeul’s flashback

He and Gaeul-unnie are close friends. When Gaeul-unnie needed someone to act as her lover, he refused anyone whom they offered to her. But they had to deliver the play no matter what, since my dad sponsored the play, but in exchange, Gaeul-unnie had to be the main character.

That’s when he stepped up and decided to help. He didn’t even offer himself, and I don’t think he had any intention to; however, Gaeul-unnie declared him as her partner. He left no choice but to play along.

He played his boyfriend in the play, and he had a line where he asked Gaeul-unnie to be his girlfriend. Gaeul-unnie took it really seriously until now.

She even cried for a week straight when she remembered his line “I'm sorry, we're a mistake, we should end it right here, right now.”

She's smart, but her heart often took control over her mind when it came to him.

— end of flashback.

“Quiet, puppy,” Gaeul ordered Yujin. Her being the eldest of us works like a wonder. If she said quiet, we all obeyed.

“Like I already said, he’s fine. Though he looks drained and tired since he doesn’t really have much time for himself.” My tone makes it more dramatic even though I did not see him work. His work was already done when I came, but it's true that he looks sleepless.

“I’ll take care of him once we meet,” Gaeul assured her assistance on him, and I don’t want the way she said it. It’s rare to see Gaeul-unnie smile and care for someone like that, especially for a man.

I proceed telling them more on what I saw and how he coped in his new life. All of the girls were worried and interested at the same time. But, I feel like there’s something that I haven’t told them yet. It’s at the back of my brain.

…

…

…

Right! Girlfriend, he has a girlfriend.

Should I tell them about it? They’ll definitely storm out of the mansion in an instant and go to him for sure. Then what about his workplace? He was surrounded by beauties that could rival us. They must not know about it. I should have taken him before they knew it.

The girls will probably take it as an insult once they knew about it since he was also surrounded by beauties from the start, surrounded by us, and yet he chose to stay there. Not to mention those girls are attractive in their own way. That meaty succubus bird brain Sooin, that heavy bumper car Karina, that swaggy chic Ryujin, that aphrodite-like Anna, and especially his supermodel girlfriend Gawon.

I was lost in thought and didn’t notice the girls attentively calling me.

“Yah! Jang Wonyoung!” Yujin tapped my shoulders, and I regained my thoughts.

“H-huh!? Why? What? Uh.. I'm sorry. I’m just tired,” I said. Thinking about it, right, I should not say a single thing about the girls.

“How about the girls? Are they pretty? From what I've heard they're beautiful. You should rate them and give us details. I’ve been waiting for you to tell that part, and I believe you won’t tell us based on your actions, so I need answers.” What Gaeul said caught me off guard. I'm having a hard time processing all of it.

“Shit.” I cursed through my mind when I realized she already knew about it.

“WHAT BEAUTIES!?” Yujin almost jumped off the sofa in an instant when she heard it.. Rei, Liz, and Leeseo panicked as well.

“Yeah, I honestly wanted to pick up a gun from our father's shelf and go straight to Seoul when I heard of it.” Gaeul-unnie sounds really annoyed.

“Unaaceptable, How dare they lay a finger on him.” Liz was obviously jelly.

…

“I can't! I was about to crash out but Liz acted like a princess again!” Rei giggled as cute as she always did.

Our laugh echoed in the mansion after Rei joked about Liz, however, it didn't last long and the mood shifted from merry to tense right away.

“W-wait! H-how did you know about that!?” I didn’t let a word slip, did I?

“I interrogated your driver. Surprisingly, he’s so loyal to you and didn’t tell me a single thing until I was about to call dad.” Gaeul sounds cruel. She knows what our people's weaknesses are.

“About the girls?” I was hoping that he didn't let slip any more details, especially the most important one, and I doubt the driver even knew about it since he's outside the coffee shop the entire time.

“Yeah, he said she saw about five PRETTY girls coming out of the shop where he works.” She crossed her arms.

Fortunately, the driver only saw the girls when we walked out of the shop and thankfully, he had no idea that Gawon was her girlfriend.

“That's so cruel, Unnie.” Leeseo said to Gaeul, and that’s exactly what I thought just now.

“Shh.” Gaeul gestured quietly to Leeseo.

“Don't tell me that his co-workers are all girls, just girls! How come! This isn't fair.” Mad Rei is always a lot different than cute Rei.

“Now, how about these GIRLS?” Yujin pressed the word ‘girls’ on her tone, she was obviously feeling envy inside her as well.

“You know what, uhmm, they’re nice!” I said, we haven’t really had that much of a conversation earlier but I'm confident they're actually nice.

Also, I must not let them know any more information since it might be troublesome. I know these girls will do everything just to get some peace of mind.

“And…?” Gaeul-unnie is acting like some investigator and it scares me.

“Tell. Us. All.” This is the second time I saw Yujin as fierce as a hawk.

The first time I remember Yujin was this scary serious was when she was wrong in one question in the exam but later on got corrected, however, she already crashed at the faculty office and even bought boxes of evidence from textbooks to internet research. She almost got everyone fired in our school and that’s for just one damn question.

That simply shows how earnest she could be if she set eyes on something, or someone.

“They’re… pretty.” I said. It's short and straightforward, and no lies given.

“Details.” Rei said. The way she sounds appears to be serious too, but trust me, she’s just imitating Gaeul and Yujin.

“Hmm, there’s this one with cat features and bangs that even strong winds can’t move, there's also a Japanese doll with perfect proportions, a cannonball with a body, a refined-boyish one, and a supermodel who's pure legs.” I said, explaining them in broad terms so they have to guess it and let their imaginations create one for them.

“Honestly, I don’t get it.” Yujin had no idea what I just said.

“I got the cannon ball one! I guess I can compete with that.” Rei smirked, she knows her game.

“Cannon ba… shit. Size doesn’t matter! And besides, I know my assets.” Yujin finally got what I meant, and flexed her thighs by crossing her legs.

“I'll choke him with my thighs if he wants too.” Yujin proudly flaunt her meaty thighs.

“Stop it.” I said. I don’t really know why the way she boast it offended me.

“Based on you explanations, Wonyoung. I guess I’ll see it myself.” Gaeul stood up. I know that decisive reaction of her, she’ll definitely go there and meet him.

“See what? The cannonballs?” Leeseo blinked while tilting her head, she also had no clue on what I mean.

“No, I mean him, and probably those girls too.” Gaeul explained at Leeseo calmly, there’s always a soft spot on her heart when it comes to our maknae.

“Me too! I’ll do some Seoul escapades soon.” Yujin smiled and got off the sofa too.

“See you soon, my prince.” Liz acting dreamy again whe playing with her hair.

“I'll take my cutest video and send it to him, maybe I should put in some cat filter…” Rei's excited with her idea.

“I should buy some leash.” Leeseo said, which made us turn our heads to look at her. She can't be serious about not sharing him. Right?

“I'm talking about the gardener's new dog! Not him.” All of us sighed in relief.

“Good night!” Rei, Liz, and Leeseo stood at the same time.

In conclusion of our meeting. Part of me already knew it, they’ll go to him no matter what I say. They had just re-confirmed his status and whereabouts. I can’t stop it but I won’t back down either. I’ll arrange some documents as soon as I can, transfer to university, and be with his side.

“I’m ovulating right now, I wish he’s here.” I heard a faint voice which I can't determine where it came from. 

When I heard it, it sounded like Yujin or Gaeul to me. No, the tone’s like Liz's, but the accent is like foreign, is it Rei? It’s impossible for Leeseo to say that, or is it really Leeseo?

“Hey! I heard that!” I yelled and I heard silence. No one? I'm sure I heard someone.

Wait, is it me? My face is burning hot when I think of him. What’s wrong with me? Especially down there, in my crotch. It’s moist and itchy, scratching might not be enough. I need something to scrape it from inside.

What the hell is wrong with me?

*****

March 5, 2026, Thursday.

The class drains me as usual, and it’s just 10:00 in the morning. It’s color theory class, we’re studying colors and combinations. It’s actually fun and immersive, however these past days, every time I saw red, I remember that lacy underwear which Gawon wore during my pancake eating.

I wonder when I will have the chance to experience it again.

“Hey, it’s break time. Take a break.” Minji nudged me.

We’re standing side by side in front of our respective drafting tables. Standing makes it easy for us to draw and render pieces since we have an unobstructed and not distorted view of our work from above.

“I’m used to not taking a break. But someone isn’t.” I watched her hands shiver as the brush touched her paper.

“Who?”

“You. Did you eat something already? And look at that, is that supposed to be a tree?” I looked at her work. Her strokes were all curved and unstable. It’s a mess and I can already tell she’s gonna fail this class if it continues.

“H-hey, that’s a column. Is it? Shit. No no no, it's a mess!” Looking at Minji panicking makes me sad.

It’s always nice to have a company which I can openly talk to, especially during class. It's stressful already, and her presence eased some of it. I can laugh and enjoy the class because of her goofiness. I can’t let her fail.

“Hold the fine brush tightly but first of all, fine brushes are for detailing. Grab the thicker one.” I wanted to teach her so she can improve. “Fine ones are supposed to be finishing touches.” I added.

“Okay the thick brush!” She’s actually a learner if she gets the right attention she needs.

As I watch her, I can tell she’s ridiculously focused on her work. “Yatta! That looks neat, right? Right!” She is so delighted and I'm happy to see it.

“What's next? How about my strokes? Can I improve them?” she asked, and I answered her right away.

“Yes, of course. It will take some time so I hope you have a packed patience down your pocket.” There’s no lies in my words since anyone has room for improvement if they work hard.

“I do! Then teach me!” I've never seen Minji so excited like this. I nodded and closed our distance. I grabbed her dominant hand while holding the brush and applied some pressure and tightened it.

“Grip it hard but maintain your control and slowly brush it in downward motion.” I let her hand go and she did exactly what I told her. The outcome was nice, better than earlier.

“Wow… more! Teach me more!” She's eager to learn.

“Okay okay.” I moved slighter behind her to stabilize myself and grabbed her right hand once again.

It's awkward and uncomfortable, our position's really not a good idea. Based on the reactions she is making, I bet she felt it too.

“You're making it hard for me to follow. Uhmm, go behind me so I can picture it like I'm the one’s working.” She ordered me as if I'm a paid tutor.

I walked behind her. Positioning myself for better and comfortable placement. I hold and guide her hand for rhythmic brush strokes and procedure for solidifying her piece. All was good and smooth until she slightly moved backwards. It was touching. Her ass just came in contact with my crotch for a second.

“Shit.” I thought. It's sudden and electric. I should set a distance before it gets further.

I was about to back down a little, when she moved again. Longer than the first contact and with a little wiggle this time when it pressed. Her ass rubbed through my crotch which caused me to have a boner in an instant.

It’s awkward and naughty at the same time. My boner lands perfectly on her butt. Her little movement made it worse since it created a rubbing motion which felt really good. I can also feel how soft her ass is, due to that, I can’t stop imagining what it would look like if I fuck her from behind.

Did she notice it? I don’t think she did. She’s incredibly focused on her plate. But, I doubt she’s oblivious to what's happening.

She pulled her ass back in. My boner got to breathe, but for not too long. She pushed out once again.

“Should I try to push in? No, no, I have Gawon. Is this considered cheating… or not?” I weigh things on my mind but her butt in front of me is too much of a tease. I find Minji so hot. Like I said, I’m attracted to her the first time we met.

Seeing her this close with her back facing me and her butt pressed against  my crotch makes me wild. With this, I got to check her body from behind and I just realised how meatily perfect it is even with clothes on.

Fuck it.

I let my lust take over my will once again. I pushed my hips lightly, pressing it to her butt. I am carefully testing the waters and prepared to pull back if she noticed. There’s none, not even a sigh. She’s unbelievably focused on her plate and did not even notice what I am doing.

I pulled after testing it and pushed back in for more. I watched my boner disappear in the middle of her butt. I kept on pressing forward until it fully swallowed my covered rod. Her butt must be so fat and meaty that even her pants can’t hide it. It even covered my entire bulge in it, even with pants on.

Time to feel her this time as I rested my entire boner wedged in between her butt cheeks. The softness and the pleasure I felt is truly out of this world. My hips can feel her butt cheeks pressing back on me.

I put another pressure on attempting for one final press since I still feel a little bit more space that I can take, wedging my boner fully in the middle of her clothed cheeks. The pleasure’s divine and it consumes my entire consciousness.

She’s dumb as I know, but I never thought she’s that numb as well.

I gently pulled back and thrust back in as softly as possible. My hips crashed into her soft butt causing it to jiggle like a jello even with just a small force. Now, I really want to see what it looks like fucking her bare from behind.

The feeling in my crotch is the same as the first time my clothed dick touched her butt, but now deeper.. It’s incredibly squishy and recoils really well.

“Aish!” She’s mad. Is it over for me? Please, spare me.

I stopped my movement and my body froze. My boner was still wedged in the depths of her butt through her pants. My hands go cold. I was wondering if she already noticed and about to cause a scene especially at our position.

Hopefully, not.

“The brush slides down too much!” Minji rants. I felt relief all over me. Fortunately, she's mad at the brush and not on me, but is she really oblivious to what I’m doing?

“Are you okay? Tighten your hand more. Don't apply too much force, just grip it tight.” I gripped her hand harder to help shift her focus on her hand.

“Yeah, okay I will.” She did it, I can feel her grip tightened. We are still in our lewd position while my right hand guides her while I’m behind her.

I returned to my own business in no time. I slowly pumped into her ass from the back. I pulled out, and pushed back in with lighter force that caused more visible jiggles. I momentarily stopped in every thrust to see her reaction, and still surprisingly none. So, I resume what I am doing.

I increased my pace and dry-humped her casually this time. My pacing got normalised as if I’m fucking her from behind. Her ass crashed into my hips and my boner slid through her clothed cheeks.

I want to rip all the fabric that’s in between us right now and fuck her from behind to see her meaty flesh. I bet she tastes good as well there too, there’s no way it won't taste good. I want to eat her.

“Hmmmm..” A low groan of pleasure escapes my mouth. Even with that, she did not react to it and kept her focus with her work.

I wanted to feel her ass even more. I pressed my hips deeper onto her, but there's no deeper than I was already in. It was just squeezing her cheeks in between us.

So I tried another method to feel her more. I raised my heels off the ground, causing my pressed hips to move upward. The pressure between my hips and her butt caused her cheeks to go up also. I can see her meaty cheeks get squeezed and follow my upward movement.

“I think I got it now!” Her voice startled me. I froze once again, while on my toes and applying pressure on her butt that squeezes her ass. I'm waiting for what’s coming next, so I can run.

“I’ll try it on my own now.” She added.

“Oh! Yeah.. okay. Nice.” My body groans in disappointment while I let her hand go. I was also about to move away from her when she spoke.

“I think it's better if you stabilize me, I might slip again since I can’t control my grip yet.” She said while her eyes kept their focus on her work.

“Oh yeah, I will.” I said but I wonder how I’ll stabilize her. “Should I hold your hips?” I hope she says yes.

“Yeah, I think that's fine.” She answered, she's not even looking at me.

My hands moved on their own as if they had their own will when she allowed me. It found its way on her hips, planted on both sides directly at her pants.

I watched her resume her work, and I looked at the clock to remind myself that it’s currently breaktime and we’re supposedly not alone in this room. Luckily, we still have a few minutes left.

I pressed my boner deep on her butt once again, holding her hips in one place and gradually went into thrusting again. Feeling the softness of her ass once again with more pressure this time every time I go deeper into her.

I pulled out, and pushed back in. Her whole body bounced in response. I wonder if she was really that numb or she was just letting me do it?

This time, I decided to apply more force in every thrust causing an audible snap in between us that echoed to the whole room. And still, no response from this girl.

I just casually dry-humping her and in the process, I tend to grind my hips into her ass in different directions to feel her butt's elasticity. The squishiness is similar to pudding and its size is incredibly wide as well.

“Hmm yes.” I moaned, I just can't stop it. It's alaso audible and I don’t care anymore if she can hear it.

My hands resting on her hips went up on their own once again. This time, my palms landed directly into her exposed waist. The heat her body radiating blessed my hands.

The smoothness of her skin got my kinky side ignited, I wanted to lick her skin up to her neck and lapped her sweat while I bang her from behind. While thinking about it, my thumb brushes her lower back at a gentle pace, hoping to stimulate her so we can both enjoy this forbidden interaction.

“How the fuck is she so numb and dumb at the same time?” I thought to myself while taking advantage of her body.

I took a step further with no hesitation this time. My thumbs, enjoying her bare back the whole time, stopped its movement on the waist band.

I hooked it carefully, and I slowly pulled it down. Bit by bit, until I saw her underwear band. I gulped as I feast on her lower back with a glimpse of her white panty's waist band.

I tried pulling down her pants for more, but it can't be moved any further. I guess this is my limit. My grip on her waist tightened, and I thrust by boner in and out of her clothed cheeks.

“Shit! I'm cuming, no, I should stop now or else I'll ruin my pants!” The sight of smooth bare back jiggles, plus the meatiness of her ass is too much for me to handle.

!!!

I was nearing the climax, and that's when we heard other students outside the room walking back. I hurriedly detached myself from her and went back to my table.

The students entered the back of the room and I acted as if nothing happened. I grabbed my own brush and simply resumed my work. I wonder how she was doing, there's no way she's not aware of what happened.

I looked back at Minji, who is still focused on her work. My eyes went to her sticking out butt which I just feasted on a while ago, but I saw something I supposed her reaction the whole time.

She’s biting her lip down which I found very seductive and flirty.

Is she aware the whole damn time? If she does, am I dead? What am I supposed to do now? If she's aware of it, why didn't she stop me?

There's a lot of questions running through my mind, but one thing is for sure. I wanted to do it again even though a part of me is against it since I wanted to be loyal to Gawon.

*****

After that naughty class, I went to Ms Kim’s office. I had a hard time calming my raging boner before going to her. It is best to prevent any more bad impressions regarding my boner just like the last time she pointed it out.

I remember the moment I went there. The sound of her womanly moans echoes in my mind, they are really different from her cold facade, I also remembered how her beauty stood out even though she's already in her 30s, timeless beauty as they often say. And I can't forget that damn wish if I win the competition, that wish made up the 75% part of my decision to take the offer.

Right now, I’m in front of her office. I am preparing myself to face another tease from her. When I was about to knock, the door suddenly swung open.

She appeared and seemed about to leave based on how she moved, but stopped when she saw me.

My heart beat fastened on the Goddess who appeared in front of me. Her beauty is radiating around her. She's basically perfect.

She wore a white sleeveless dress which is above her knees, it looks more like a sun dress. Her smooth and milky white skin matched the pureness of her dress really well.

“Hello, Ms Kim.” I greeted her. She’s still standing at the door opening.

“Hello, do you need something?” She asked me. She looks like in a hurry.

“I just wanted to confirm my participation for the competition.” I told her so she can leave right away since looks like I got her at a bad time.

“Really? Well, that’s good to hear.” She said with a smile and looked for something in her bag. “Take these.” She handed me something which I took.

“Are these coupons? Wait, these are hotel coupons. What?” My mind instantly shifts to horny mode. An elegant professor who is single and hot, just gave her student a couple of hotel vouchers. I had an idea on what I think it is, but I don't want to say it to avoid any miscommunication.

There are a total of three hotel vouchers, and it says VIP suites. How expensive is this?

“Your face tells what you are thinking. Hmm, interesting. First of all, I got that from Ms Bae, a friend of mine who works as a manager at that hotel. I heard it’s at least a 4-star hotel.” She explains with a seductive smile on her face. She knew what she was doing.

“I can see your dirty thoughts behind those eyes. Don’t worry, this old lady won’t ask you to spend a night with me.” There it goes, she can see through me. But, why do I have to worry? I’m disappointed as a matter of fact.

“I-it’s not.” Obviously, I’ll deny it even though she’s right.

“Really? So you don’t mind me asking you to have sex? I'll consider that.” Her straightforwardness is something I can’t handle. She also added some teasing on it which elevates my horniness.

“What? I-” I’m speechless, how can a woman like her just casually drop those words in front of her student. But the thoughts of me fucking her suddenly reeled in my mind.

“Just kidding, we both know it's unethical, however, your boner tells the other way and is willing to bend the rules.” My raging boner got reborn, and it's not long ago since I was rock hard on Minji.

“I told you to control yourself next time. Yet, you got hard on an old lady like me? Really interesting.” She’s really straightforward.

“Sorry Ms Kim.” I lowered my head in embarrassment, but I didn’t deny that I simply got rocked hard in thoughts of her.

“Too bad I gotta go. If I stay longer, I wonder if you’ll shove your boner on me from behind like you did with Minji.” I froze when she said it.

She definitely saw us. How? When? My mind got blocked but she speaks before I provide my defense statement.

“Be careful next time. It just so happens that I walked in the room, I peeked at the door since I got curious about how well the students do these days.” Her curiosity kills me. “It seems you’re kind of fired up, dry-humping such a hot beauty.” She added. But why does she sound cool with it?

“Ms Kim, it’s- Uhm- I’m sorry.” I have no words to say.

“Does it feel good?” Her questions are really unpredictable.

“Y-yes?” I’m still shocked to process even words.

“I’ll take it as a yes.” She finally moved out of her office. I took a step back to give her space for her. She turned around to face the door, then she bent over to lock it.

“Ahhh~” Her eyes widened, and she looked behind her over her left shoulder, her eyes shifted in disbelief as if something had happened that she did not anticipate.

It poked her.

The thing is, the moment she bent over, the space between us disappeared. My boner suddenly disappeared on her white dress, right into her ass.

I know this feeling, it's a similar heavenly sensation when I pressed my rod into Minji. Ms Kim's soft, firm, and wide butt just swallowed the entire boner in an instant.

“Hmm~ I never thought you would be this open.” She quickly stands straight and fixes her posture.

“I don’t-” I tried to defend myself but she cut me once again.

“I know, it’s my fault.” At least she meant it. “So how is it?” She asked with a smirk on her face. It feels like she’s teasing me but I also sense anger.

“I-” It’s useless to keep on lying. “It felt good.” I admit.

“Good, thanks for letting me know. You really love poking other people with your sausage, don’t you?” She had a mocking grin on her beautiful face.

I had nothing to say. Minji's my first time but she was making it look like I always do it. However, I can’t deny it, I must really like it.

…

“I gotta go.” She breaks the ice which kept me frozen the whole time.

“Remember, be careful next time and don’t poke people butt with your boner anytime you want to.” She did not have to remind me of that, I’m very well aware of it.

“M-Ms Kim.” I said.

“What?”

“About the wish, is it real?”

“Of course it is, that’s if you win. Take it easy, you'll get what you want.” She assured me with a smile and a slight smirked when she looked at my boner.

“Also, use the coupons before they expire next month. Don't waste it.” She turned around and was about to leave when she stopped and spoke.

“By the way, keep one coupon. I'm thinking if we’ll use it. I’ll teach you a lesson for poking me.” She said with a smile and walked away.

It froze me once again, but my dick is enraged by her last statement. It poked out of my pants, wide open in the hallway in front of her office.

A lesson? In a hotel? I wonder what kind of lesson it is. Lewd and naughty scenarios run in my mind. Is this luck? Fortune? I also have a lot of questions.

*****

I was walking on my way to Catffeine when I came across Arin. Since I’m running late, she must have just got out of her shift. I saw her first, so I gave her a friendly wave, which she instantly noticed and waved back.

God, I swear these girls are just undeniably pretty. I can consider Arin as a solid 10/10, 10 for face, 10 for personality, and especially 10 for body. As you know, I could have hit on her if our shift’s the same since we’ll have more time together.

“Hey, I'm surprised you were late. You know, caffeine’s in chaos.” She said while approaching me.

“What? Why?” I wonder what it is about.

“Go there and see it yourself since you’re already late.” She giggles. Damn, even her laugh is a 10. Her beauty is so insane.

The wind blows, her hair re-styled by it. She is just perfect. Another surge of wind blows, a leaf slap against my cheek. As if the leaf was trying to remind me of something, I have a girlfriend.

I have to remind myself that I already have a Gawon. Gawon’s 100/100. 100 face, 100 body, 100 legs, 100 personality, and 100 pancakes.

Arin and I bid goodbye after that quick conversation. It was just a quick talk with her but I can feel my dick already starting to stiffened.

My interest shifted on the commotion mentioned at Catffeine. Now I’m really curious about what’s happening at the shop.

…

When I arrived at the shop, their faces looked very concerned. As I stepped in, Gawon welcomed me with a sweet, tight hug and a kiss on my cheeks. I feel so loved.

But here's the news, apparently, there’s a new girl in the shop. She's not really a newbie, but she’s new in a particular way. The new girl, It’s the owner’s daughter, Anna.

“What’s happening?” I asked them.

“Anna-chan decided to be a regular”, Karina told me. So that’s the reason why they’re worried.

“Nothing to be worried about, I know what Anna-chan is capable of, I'm sure she can handle it. We’re comfortable with her too, right? I guess, except for Sooin, who’s been lazy these past days.” I shot a mocking glare at Sooin.

“Hey! I like Anna-chan here too and I- I’m not lazy!” Sooin’s defensive reaction just solidifies the facts I said.

“She sounds so guilty,” Ryujin smirked.

“But Anna, why did you want to take part in this?” I asked Anna, who was smiling like she just wanted to be here.

“Yeah, did your dad make you do this?” Gawon said.

“I bet it's to put Sooin in check.” Ryujin added fuel to the fire.

“Hey!” Sooin sounds protective as usual.

“Stop frying Sooin, me and my dad knew about it already. I just wanted to be here, and since I do not have something to pay attention to”, Anna said, just like what I thought.

Sooin eyes widened in horror when she heard what Anna just said and her reaction made us laugh.

“Finally, someone to monitor Sooin has arrived,” Gawon said while she clung to my arms.

“No! I mean… Yes! I had nothing to worry about. It’s nice to see Anna-chan here.” Sooin’s obviously nervous.

All of us laughed again, and Sooin also laughed afterwards. She might find herself funny as well. It's all warm and nice until the bell chimes. It has begun. Customer after customer came in. Based on their numbers, I already knew this was gonna be a long working shift.

…

To be fair, we did our work more smoothly than usual. Anna is a great addition to us. She worked as a server and did her job flawlessly. The girls often laughed at Sooin, who was more focused than her usual self.

All went well, and I thought it will going to be one of our usual days, but one particular moment changed everything for my shift that afternoon.

That’s when I was about to get a tool from the utility room for a busted signage light. I entered and saw Karina at the end of the narrow room. She’s on her toes while reaching for something at the top of the shelf.

My sight instantly landed on her tight uniform that clings to her voluptuous frame. Her racks are unmatchable, it's on a league of its own. The hem of her uniform already went up and that exposed her milky white waist. It's soft and looks squishy, it makes me want to feel it.

She saw me enter the door, “Oh, hey, nice you're here. Uhmm, can you help me get that pitcher? Just badly needed it,” She pointed at the top of the racks.

“Sure,” I said.

I confidently moved behind her as she moved forward to the rack and gave me a tight space. That's the moment we knew that we had made a very big mistake.

“Oh, yeah that pitcher- Ahhh! H-hey… stop moving!” She said, her voice raised up a little.

“Ahhh- y-yes! Of course… shit, well, how did this happen…” I'm talking about our current situation.

The thing is, the moment I slid behind her, our bodies came in contact and wedged ourselves in the narrow space. We were stuck. However, that's not the worst thing I worried about.

Down there, I felt the same sensation when my lower body pressed against Minji and Ms Kim earlier. The soft and squishy feeling, there's no doubt about it. I looked down and saw my crotch positioned exactly on her butt, and the tight space caused it to press hard on her.

“Don't you dare to move! I need to move out first… h-huh? What is that? H-hey! I feel something, it's getting bigger!” She can feel it, something long and rigid touches her ass, it's getting larger over time.

“I’m s-sorry, I just can't help it!” Saying sorry is the only thing I can do since my boner is already poking deep in her butt.

“Hmmm! Hey! How can you get hard on- Gawon will kill me! No, US!” She's right, if Gawon suddenly decided to check the utility room right now, we're surely dead.

“Yeah, you're right. We should get outta here.” I said while trying to slide my body out of the narrow space that's left for us to move.

“Yes. Ahhngg~ No! Hmmm~ Stop moving!” She had no other choice but to stop me because every time I moved, my boner just pressed deeper and deeper on her.

Now that I think about it. It's actually the third time for this fucking day that this thing happened. Above all, my body's much closer right now to Karina than Minji and Ms Kim since we are basically stuck in this tight space.

As I exhaled, my warm breath hit her nape and when I inhaled, I feast on her sweaty sweet scent. Something primal inside me has awakened. Lust is a perfect word for it. I wanted to push it farther; I wanted to feel more of her.

“K-Karina…” I whispered in her ear as I lowered my head next to hers.

“H-hey… why are you whispering like that? You're making it way too sensual- hmmmm~ and can you calm your dick down?” She answered back, matching my whisper with her own.

“I'm sorry.” I apologised in advance for what I was about to do.

I held her hips steady, as my hands found her exposed waist. Since her uniform went up earlier, it is yet to go down so I have a free reign on her smooth bare torso. It's soft as I expected but it's softness and warmness excites me more.

“He-hey! Watch your hand! Why are you- hmp!” I pushed in, with deliberate force that caused her to stop whatever she was about to say.

“Haa~ shi- fuc-” Words can't even go out of my mouth.

Her ass was so full and unbelievably meaty, probably meatier than Minji. I should check them side by side to find the answer, who knows, maybe one day I'll have them willingly stick their asses in front of me.

The softness of her butt received my thrust really well. I always noticed how she’s a hell of a woman. I just didn't make my move since they're new in the shop and they're my friends. Big-breasted, she's meaty in all the right places, that plump ass, her milky white skin, that makes her astonishingly beautiful.

I still can't believe she had no boyfriend, all of them in fact.

“Ahhh! Ahh! Hey, stop it- ahh!” My hips moved at a steady pace. I began to dry-humped her from the back, ignoring her pleas.

I know deep inside me that I should not do this, but my body acts on its own and I can’t stop it. All the teasing I took from Minji and Ms Kim built up, and overflowed inside my cup of patience.

“Too soft…” As my head beside hers. I whispered, but more of a moan right into her ear.

“Hmm~ hmm~ hmm~” Her shuttered mouth stopped her moans from coming out.

My gentle pounding behind her gradually became rough. I pull my hips using every capacity I can work on the narrow space and push back in. My boner instantly disappeared in her meaty butt. I can also see her soft skin rippled through her bare lower back in every thrust I made.

I noticed that she stopped her protest and silently moaned instead. She’s enduring it; I can hear her stopping herself from moaning openly.

“K-Karina…” I moaned once again, then buried my face right into her sweating neck. God, it feels and smells heavenly.

Her skin smelled so good. It smelled more chic than Gawon. She is probably using a different kind of moisturiser to keep her skin smooth and good. Her sweat makes it better. I kept on inhaling her scent, and even planting my lips to kiss her nape and neck.

“Hnngg~ H-hey… they’ll see us… and stop hmm~ kissing me there, I'm sweaty. It's disgusting.” She said, throwing her head on my shoulders, contrasting what she said and letting me savor her neck. Her hands gripped on the rack, supporting her body while I kept on pounding.

Her reactions are also different from what she was saying. She’s telling me to stop, but her butt kept on pushing me back. She’s feeling it too. I can feel her butt grind against me. To think I’ve tamed her, I just need to hear it from her.

“K-Karina… You’re too good… too pretty… too hot…” I said, trying to stimulate her more.

Upon hearing it, she sticks her ass out with more force. Trying to meet my thrust midway. She’s now basically begging for it.

As a man, I’m not going to let it pass since a hot fine woman like Karina was presenting her ass to me. I pound her harder. The rack in front of us, which she had her hands on, started rattling.

“G-Gawon! You have Gawon… we shouldn’t…”

“Why? You're actually pushing me back. Hmm, tell me a reason.”

“You’re a nice guy… it's because…”

I didn't let her finish and pound her harder than before. I can see more of her flesh jiggle and ripple even on her lower back. Now I’m curious how her massive racks are doing.

“A nice guy don- yah!” She still hasn't completed a sentence ever since and stopped what she was about to say.

My hands went up, feeling every skin on its way up; I wanted them to be busy so I grabbed her heavy breast from behind. I swear to God, it’s massive. My hands can’t even fully hold it.

These milkers should be forbidden, no eyes should be able to lay eyes on it for free. I gave it a squeeze like a sponge, and eventually fondled it, massaging it like a freaking ball of rice cakes.

“Hngg~ stop… it feels…”

“Good?” I completed her sentence  for her which silenced her.

I kept on fondling her massive milkers, I wonder if someone already groped it like the way I'm doing. Thinking about it makes my grip on her breast tighter, no hands should be laid on this except mine.

I am drowned from pleasure at how elastic and responsive her massive breast is. My thumb brushed the outlines of her bra, I felt some laces on it, naughty.

I stopped pounding and refrained from fondling, while I still have my head buried on her neck and planted kisses on her, though.

“Hmm?” She slightly turned her head on me, her red ears brushing my brows.

“W-what are you doing?” She asked me in a husky voice.

“What?” I grind my boner into her butt, up and down. She moaned. But, I stopped, again.

“W-why?” She sounds disappointed.

“Why? Why did I stop?” I said while I kept planting kisses on her neck. I fucking love it.

“Hmm. I don't know what you're talking about.”

“You sure?” My hands moved this time, giving her bazookas some tight squeeze. Then I stopped, again.

“W-why…”

“Say it.” I knew she was at her limit.

…

Her resistance is tougher than I expected. I should keep going, I already made it this far. I should get her consent so everything that happened remained mutual.

“Should I keep going?” My question is a gamble for me. If she said yes, I'll be fucking happy. If she said no, I'll let her go with full of disappointment and regrets.

“Hmm…” I kept my face buried on her sweaty neck, inhaling every scent she had.

I pound her from behind and give her tits a squeeze, to remind her what she was missing. The pleasure.

“Go ahead…” She said, it's barely audible. So I had to ask her again.

“What? I can't hear it.”

“Go… go ahead- aahngg!” the moment she said it, my body automatically moved.

I pound her hard from behind. Still clothed, my boner poked her butt perfectly in the middle. My hips bounced in her meaty ass.

“Hmm! Hmm! Ahhng!”

My hands worked on her upper part. Fondling her massive racks with a more intense force. I grip her breast from the sides, she lets a panting moan due to it. I am basically milking her tits by the way I handle it.

“T-too rough~ hnng~”

My mouth is also busy devouring her sweaty neck. I kept on planting kisses on it, and sucking the same spot all over again. It caused a red mark on her neck near her nape.

To step up the game, I let my tongue wander on her neck. Scooping her dripping sweat, and swallowing it. It's nasty but it's tasty.

“S-stop… I'm sweaty… it's dirty.” She begged me not to consume it since she felt gross in sweat.

“I love dirty work.” I assured her that I don't even care even if it's filthy or not. All I care about is that I got to taste a fine woman like her.

“H-hey… hmmm~ I thought you're nice.” Karina said while I kept enjoying her.

“I thought too, maybe you're just hot.” I answered her, momentarily freeing up her neck but dove back in after.

Pound after pound after pound. Squeeze after squeeze. Lick after lick. I was basically having a feast on her body.

“I'm… hot?”

“Yes…”

I can see her face becoming redder than before. She's blushing upon hearing it. Like a ripe tomato.

My hands stopped from its intense fondling and rested below her heavy racks. My hips kept on rubbing up and down her butt, though.

My fingers brushed on top of her uniform, looking for something. I traced the outline of her bra, then came in contact with a poking peak through layers of fabric. I know that is even without seeing it. It's her nipples, stiff and hard.

“Your nipples are hard.” I whispered while I brushed my fingers on her hardened peak.

“Who won't? Hmm if you keep on teasing me like that.” Well, what she said was true.

“You're big.” Straight up facts.

“T-thanks.” She appreciated it.

“I want to suck it.” Another fact. I wanted to taste her. I actually missed the feeling of sucking after Gawon let me taste her. I am hoping Karina will let me too.

“We can't… we're cramped.” She said, I wonder if it's the only thing stopping her.

“So can I suck it if we're not stucked?”

“I- I don't know… remember you have Gawon.” Another reason why we can't go further than this.

That hits me. I stayed in silence, looking for another reason to throw at her. But, nothing came up.

My mind got straightened up. She's right, I have Gawon and I'm being a dick right now. Realisations hit me like a fucking meteorite from space. I shouldn't have done it. I was drowning in pleasure earlier, but now guilt is flooding me.

…

…

…

“I… I'm sorry. You're right.” I let go of her from any contact I had on her. But her head still rested on my shoulder, and her butt kept pressed against me.

“N-no… don't be sorry.”

“Karina…” I wonder if she'll despise me after what I did, but it turns out as a no. She's really kind and I'm a devil who took advantage of her.

“Mistakes can happen.” she said.

We rested for a while, we kept our position during it. We breathe heavily and we're sweating like crazy. Our uniforms were basically acting like a rug against skins. 

“Should we head out? They might look for us and we're doomed if they find us.” I said, and she nodded.

We used our remaining strength to slide out of the cramped space. We are really wedged in there, no kidding.

For the first time since our intense activity, we've seen each other's faces after we freed ourselves from that narrow gap.

I knew it, she's red-hot blushing. Even with her sweaty face, she still looks hot as hell. There's a reddening spot on her left neck which I presumed was caused by my sucking.

Her uniform was crumpled, especially the chest part. There's a missing button in the middle part which caused it to stretch apart. Leaving a wide space in between. Her melons squeezed by her lacy back bra. A deep pit was created in between her milky mountains.

“S-sorry.” I'm too embarrassed to look at her eyes so I put my head down.

“I-it's fine. Don't worry. However, my uniform's a mess.” She laughed.

“I should pay for the repairs.” I offered compensation for her ruined clothes.

“No, it's also fine. It always happens, I'll just put a button myself.” She said,

“My breast is really a hindrance actually. My uniform always lacks a button since they can't keep up. I can't use a bigger uniform though since it doesn’t match the length.” She added, explaining every detail with a laugh.

“You can have them fixed, you know, tailored fit.” I suggested.

"That's actually a great idea. But I can't find a single tailor shop around here.” She said, while both of us tidying up ourselves.

“There’s an easy way to be honest. Just find someone whose major in arts, they have fashion design minor programs. They sew.”

…

She looked at me like something came to her mind.

“Aren't you a design major? Interior Design to be specific.” We both stopped and I realised she's right. My goddamn mind is still working like shit and it affects my thinking. I should have known about it in the first place.

“Yeah? Right! You're right.”

“Then sew for me. I'll request a bigger uniform and alter it for me.” She's happy to see someone who can ease her everyday struggle with her uniform.

“I don’t think that's a good idea.” I instantly turned it down. I know the possibilities that something may happen if we do that.

“Why?”

“To do that, I have to take your measurement and uhmm, you know, it's just physically demanding.” I try to keep my words safe, not wanting to go overboard just like earlier.

“Hey, you dry-humped me, you groped my chest, swallowed my sweat, left a love mark on my neck, and even asked to suck my breast. Now, you're acting shy?” She had that mocking grin on her smile as she said that.

“So what do you want me to say? Should I say I want to take advantage of you while measuring, groping your chest and fondling your ass?” I said, which I regret instantly.

“So, that’s what you want.” She smirked.

“No, it's not.” I denied.

“Yes, it is.” She insisted.

“Hmm well, a part of me, yeah.” I surrendered.

We both laughed, easing the tensions brought by our steamy actions earlier. I wonder if I can be flirty with her, like in a friendly way if there's such a thing.

“Okay, sew me some uniforms in about two or three pairs.” She said and I nodded. “For free.” She added.

“Wait, where did that come from? We are yet to talk about the payment. Now I want a price per set.” I feel sorry about it, but I know Karina doesn't mind paying me hefty money. They're hella rich after all.

“I'm broke right now.”

…

“No way.”

“Yes way. My parents grounded me and they won't send money for a month over that Hong Kong vacation since I didn't ask permission.” She made it sound like it wasn't a big deal, but she had to control her saved money to last a month.

“So, no sewing is going to happen.” I was just teasing her when she said something that tickles my mind.

“How about I let you suck it? We both know you wanted it, you even shamelessly ask for it earlier you perv~” She said in a very seductive tone.

“W-what? Keep joking around and you'll see.” I was very easy to tempt and she's aware of it.

“I'm not kidding. Okay, here's the deal. You said you have a price per set, right? How about these? First set, I'll let you fondle me. Second set, you can dry humped me-”

“No, second is for sucking already.”

“That's greedy you know!”

“Then, no sewing.”

“Fine! Second set, I'll let you suck it.” I convinced her to let me sucked her tits for the second set, and now, it's her turn to convince me for the third set. The payment must be greater than the second, and the thought of it excites me.

…

“Third set?” I asked her after leaving me in silence.

“Wait… I'm thinking. You shit, sucking was supposed to be the third set!” She's mad since I took her third option as the second.

“Fine, the third set can still be sucking.” I offered my dick for her, she should get what I mean.

“Suc- what? Is it what I think it is? no way, right?” She looked at me angrily after realising what I meant.

“Sew or not?” It's her time to choose.

“You perv, just because I like you, I should suck you.”

…

“You like me?” I blinked fast, multiple times.

“Isn't it obvious? You're slow, you know?” She said, I had no idea. Is it the reason why she let me do those things to her?

“Wow, uhh… yeah?” The confession made my mind twirl.

“Anyways, okay fine. Third set, I'll suck you off.” Finally, she gave in. My dick was still hard from our naughty actions earlier, and yet, I can feel it getting harder over her words.

Just thinking about how her soft and glossy lips were wrapped around my shaft excites me to the point I wanted to force her to kneel in front of me right now, shove my dick in her mouth and fuck her beautiful face.

“Deal.” I answered in a very calm manner, she shouldn't know how thrilled I am.

We're about to go out after tidying up. Cleaning and fixing every remnant of the forbidden act. As a gentleman, I let her go first.

My eyes landed on her ass and I gave it a tap. It hits harder than I intended, her butt bounced with a loud smack. Not a very gentleman I guess.

“Ahh!” Her body jolted. “Hey, that's too hard.” She added, shooting lasers with her eyes.

“Sorry, I'll be gentle next time.”

“As you should.” She grinned.

“Like this?” I tapped her butt lightly. She looked at me and smiled.

“Anytime?” I asked her with high hopes.

“You're really demanding, aren't you?”

“Is that a yes?” There it is.

“Yes. Anytime,” She's shaking her head with a smile. She didn't even know what was happening.

I put my hand on her butt once again and gave it a light squeeze. I consider it a free pass. A sacred pass for me that allowed me to fondle her.

We got out of the utility room after she had her pitcher that she reached earlier.

She passed the door first, then I followed her. Seeing that fine woman walking with her ass swinging left to right energises me. I can't believe I just pounded that, acquired a pass to fondle her, and now got a chance to suck her tits and fuck her mouth.

…

“Why are you two coming out of the utility room?” Sooin saw us, out of all girls, she saw us. But why the hell is she roaming around and not in her station?

“I need some help for this, so I asked him,” Karina answered immediately, showing Sooin the pitcher, as if it were the real story. She turned to me and smiled.

“Yeah, she might really need that pitcher.” I play along since it will save us from further questions from this girl.

“Sooin! Stop pretending to work hard and get back here at your station!” Gawon’s voice roared at the whole coffee shop.

Sooin is apparently panicking since Anna, the owner’s daughter, is here. It turns out, she's acting like a hard worker.

“Y-yes! Coming!” Sooin answered, rushing to the counter, she clumsily knocked tables and chairs. It's like a comical skit which made everyone laugh, including some customers.

*****

“Uughh! Too exhausting!” Gawon groaned while clinging into my arms.

“I bet Sooin will act tired too as if she did all the work.” I tease the girl who almost caught me and Karina earlier.

“You! You're always picking on me, do you like me that much?” She shoots lasers from her eyes, glaring at me.

“Hey! I'll sew your mouth shut.” Gawon shoots lasers at her too.

“Hey Gawon, let me borrow that guy, I'll teach him a lesson.” Sooin waved her hand, asking me to come to her.

“No way! I won't let you touch my boyfriend with your succubus touch, cat girl.” Gawon stuck her tongue out, annoying Sooin.

The two bickered as usual while Ryujin, Anna, and Karina took their seats on our hang spot.

“Wow, early brawl, go use your fist.” Ryujin absolutely enjoyed what she was watching.

“My money's on Gawon.” Karina bets on Gawon, I thought she had to save money.

“Why's no one betting on Sooin?” Anna said. I can't blame Anna, it's her first day. She didn’t know that no one really bets on Sooin since Gawon can easily overpower her.

“Bet on me!” Sooin still had the energy to force Anna to bet on her.

“10,000 won for Gawon.” Anna waved the bills.

Laughter filled the shop. The atmosphere's warm and comfortable. I always wanted to stay like this forever, the warmth of having people who I know respect my decision.

*****

March 6, 2026, Friday

“Professor's not coming, huh?” I was sitting in my usual spot. It's fashion design class, a minor.

“I guess Minji got lucky since she won't miss any lectures even if she was absent today.” I stared at the empty seat next to me.

“She should at least tell us she won't attend her class. I should have taken the seat beside you. Your spot's always nice.” I heard a familiar girly voice from the back.

“Minji's not here huh, lucky for her she got a rest. Right?” It's that voice again, I bet she's talking to me.

“Yeah, lucky for that dumb girl.” I said and turned around as I answered. It's her, Shin Yuna.

“But, I wouldn't let you take a seat beside me.” I said, it's more like security measures. I found this girl very competitive.

“Why? Is it because I'm smarter and skillful than you? Don't worry, I won't look at your notes.” Her self confidence always amazes me.

“You know what? I didn't say anything like that.” I wonder why she is always fired up whenever she is talking to me.

“Whatever, so uhh way to go. See you later.” She excused herself after that fast conversation, I never got to enjoy her visuals.

Shin Yuna, one of our batchmates. We're not that close but hell, I want to, if only she's not that competitive and not treating me like her rival.

She's a gem. She's pretty, tall, doll-like, and has extremely attractive hips. Her wide hips makes men wonder, how it feels like to thrust their hips on hers.

She turned around as she excused herself. My eyes glued on her hips, it's damn wide. Her ass looks peachy and bubbly as well. What a woman.

“Damn hips… n-no, I shouldn't.” I shook my head. Regaining my focus. I don't want to make the same mistake I did with Karina.

“What?” She turned around after hearing me mumbling.

“Huh? Nothing.” I said and she walked away.

“Should I just wait at Catffeine?” I decided to burn my remaining time at the shop since going back to the dorm is exhausting.

*****

“Hello! Welcome to- Oh? You're early.” Jennie greeted me as I entered the shop.

“Yeah, class was postponed. Wait, do you always greet customers that way?” It's the first time I heard them say it but it's kind of familiar.

“It's actually new, Anna taught us just now. She said it's their way of greeting in Japan.” Jennie's expressionless face looks very convincing in some ways.

“Anna? She's here already too?” I thought I'm early but Anna seemed earlier than me.

“It's a great way to make our customers feel the warmth of the shop.” That angelic low voice. She's standing there like a mannequin, it's Anna.

“Hey, Anna. You're early.” As I know she's a regular on our shift. So, seeing her at the shop this early is surprising.

“Same goes for you.” She smiled. Their smiles are probably one of my weaknesses. “Professor's absent, I suppose yours too.” She added.

“Yeah, facts.” I said.

“I leave you two, I've got a lot to do.” Jennie excused herself with a polite bow.

“By the way, it's still early. Want to go shopping? I need to buy some clothes for class.” Anna asked me.

“Sure. I had to buy some drafting tools too.” I need some pens and drawing materials. I've got a lot of time today so I better use it wisely.

“I'll wait for you outside.”

“Sure, I'll text Gawon first. She might look for me.” I raised my phone and shook it.

She laughed while nodding and I texted Gawon. Gawon might look for me at my department and even the shop. If we run late and I'm with another girl, it might be a bad idea. It's better to inform her first hand, she's my girl after all.

I've got a confirmation from Gawon and wished me to enjoy my free time. Though she's a little envious since I got to spend my free time with another girl. I promised her for a date as an exchange.

*****

“Is this where you always buy clothes?” I was standing in the middle of a high-end boutique that was designed with extremely luxurious motifs.

“Yes. Why?” Anna asked me. Her innocence and shy persona is a great match.

“Nothing. It's just new.” I honestly said while scratching the back of my head.

“What do you mean new? Weren't you used to buying with this kind of shop when you were younger?”

“Yeah, I'm with the family. I just sat at the corner the whole time. I never really go to a boutique like this when I'm alone.” I explained to her.

I never really got to enjoy that time. Even with clothing, my parents always choose for me. I'm their doll, their investment, their sacrificial lamb, and not their son.

“That… you sound lonely.” Anna looks worried. The mood suddenly saddened.

“No, it's fine. It's past and right now, I'm happy to accompany you.” I assured her that I'm happy to be with her.

Just after I said that, a lady with the most polite smile bowed to us. Based on what they're wearing, they are here to assist us.

“Good day, Ms Anna. It's always nice to see you here. What can we do for you? Oh, it seems you brought your boyfriend as well.” The lady greeted us.

“Hello, he's not my boyfriend, he's a friend. I'm here to buy some casual clothes for my classes. Anything new? Anna clarified to the lady who is smiling ear to ear.

“Hello, nice to meet you.” I greeted her back.

“Oh, really? I thought he's the guy who saved you a couple of months ago…”

“Uhh! Ma'am-” Anna was trying to cut her off, but she kept going.

“The guy who Mr. Tanaka wanted to be his in-law. I thought you like him to-”

“Miss.” Anna said, she looks mad.

“Oh, I'm so sorry Ms Anna.” She bowed so apologetically.

I'm having a hard time processing information these past few days, yet, another piece of information is trying to fill my brain. Anna likes me? Is that what she meant? And the owner too?

“Just show me what's new.” Anna commanded.

“Y-yes! Please follow me, Ms Anna.” The lady obeyed and guided her behind the massive red curtain.

“Hey, don't mind her. She's uhmm, she's just nervous. Don't mind the things she says.” Anna looked at me with a visible panic in her eyes.

“Wait here, I'll try on some clothes and I need your opinion.” She hurriedly followed the lady behind the curtain.

…

I waited for about five minutes when I heard her talking behind the curtain.

“What do you think?” The fitting room curtain slid to the sides and she appeared.

I'm speechless. My throat suddenly cramped and my jaws instantly dropped. Words can't even explain how pretty she is. Her beauty is truly out of this world.

“Pretty.”

“Really? Thanks! I'll take this.” She happily turned around and closed the curtains.

My heart is beating fast.

…

“Then how about this?” She emerges from the curtain once again with another dress.

“Pretty.” She got the same reaction I gave her earlier.

“Yeah? Thanks! I'll take this too.” She turned around again, curtains shutting down.

My heart beats faster.

…

“You're a nice help, you know?” She sounds mad. I can't blame her since only one word came out from my mouth during her fitting.

“Sorry, but it's absolutely pretty!” I assured her which made her smile. We're walking side by side.

“Again? The only word left in your mouth was pretty.”

“Can you blame me?” I said and we stopped walking. We stared at each other, not knowing what it was, but there's a spark between us.

“S-should we buy your tools now?” She's the first to break the moment. She's starting to blush.

…

We fetched some drafting tools on the way. My arms are busy with her paper bags, but I don't mind it. It's always nice seeing Anna this happy.

“Are you sure it's okay?” Anna looked at me, worrying about the heavy bags of clothes I'm carrying.

“Yeah, I'm fine. It's not that heavy.”

“No, not that. Is my clothes fine?”

…

“Just kidding.” Even her laughter looks heavenly. Like a naughty angel who loves to tease a human.

“I never knew you had that side of yours.” I discovered a new Anna. Not that shy and quiet Anna.

“I always wanted to do it, teasing you. Other girls always do it to you and I wanted to try it.”

“Is teasing me like an activity for you girls?” I shook my head, even Anna is teasing me right now.

“Why? You don't like it?”

“It's not that.” Who wouldn't like pretty girls teasing you? I can take all of it. Anna just smiled at my response.

“Let's eat! It's lunch time.” She grabbed one of my arms and pulled me into one of the restaurants nearby.

*****

Inside the restaurant, everyone is bowing to her. It's not that kind of customer-staff relationship, I sense something deeper than that.

“See that girl on the wall?” Anna pointed out the huge ass portrait attached to the accent wall, surrounded with gold and silver motifs and lights.

“Yeah, is she the owner? What a weird taste. Posting her own photo in her restaurant as if she's one of the dishes.” I said.

“The owner of this restaurant is a family friend. That girls is their daughter, she is a childhood friend of mine. Her name is Kazuha.”

“Oh… sorry. She's pretty! And she looks deliciously good, seeing her makes my appetite growl.” I spat bullshit things just to cover up what I said earlier.

Anna started to tell me stories about how Kazuha and her became friends, how they are doing in Japan before moving to Korea, and how they are communicating right now, and other stuff.

“So, she's transferring? In our university?”

“Yeah! Want to know what's nice about it? She's a design major, Architecture in particular.” I got the feeling where this is going to go.

“I'm in the Interior Design department.” 

“Is it different?” Her head tilted. She's honestly confused. I can't blame her, every one who asked me what my major was, assumed that I'm in the architecture department.

“Yeah, completely different.”

“Hehe.” She giggled. What a cute cat.

….

“Food is here!” She's happy.

A parade of waiters, assistants, and even the head chef escorted the serving trolley. I can see how important Anna was, starting from the boutique up to this restaurant. She's a huge figure. Now I'm curious if her family only runs the shop or if they had another business.

“Hope the food's in your liking Madam Anna.” The head chef bowed.

“Thank you, we'll enjoy it.” Anna returned back the polite bow.

“Thank you Madam Anna, I hope your boyfriend likes it too.” the head chef gestured a hand to me.

“Uhh well.” I was about to deny it when Anna spoke.

“Yes, thank you.” Anna said and they left.

“Hey, I'm not your boyfriend.” I said.

“Just play along, you don't want to talk to them for about 30 minutes or an hour. They’ll definitely do anything to please you, it's better to end the conversation as early as possible.” Anna smiled at me and gracefully started digging at her food.

The food's amazingly delicious. It's tasty and savoury. It is Japanese themed with a mix of Italian cuisine. What a combo. I didn’t  know that noodles and pasta are a great match.

Once we're done eating, we sit comfortably to get a little rest before going back to the shop.

“Hey, can I be honest with you?” Anna's tone is kind of sincere right now. Very different from earlier.

“You know, last Sunday, my dad told me to check the shop since the AC was reportedly broken. I heard something about bread when I was about to go in.”

“Y-yes?” The atmosphere's that time was so tense that I didn't even notice her outside. I wonder if she heard us talking about breast sizes.

“Is it true that you like pancakes?” She asked me.

I look at her face, but can’t see right through her, whether she meant the real pancakes or the other meaning of it.

“I- uhhh- yeah! I like pancakes!” I admitted, I'll play safe for now, so admitting I like real pancakes is the choice.

“I'll have you some tomorrow.” She's smiling again. Is that it? Thank God, she meant real pancakes.

“O-oh, thanks!” I'm sweating cold at some time, thankfully it's not about the breast.

We finished our lunch with a nice mango shake as dessert and headed back to the shop.

While walking, I took a glance at Anna. She's glowing. I'm aware she's beautiful but there's something different about her today that I can’t even explain. It's like I found her visuals very comforting to my eyes.

*****

“We're here- ugh!” The moment I entered, a tall beautiful woman hugged me tightly. Her arms wrapped all over my neck and choked me.

“I miss you!” It's my prettiest girlfriend, Gawon.

“Hey! You're late.” Sooin was mad at me for being late.

“Anna's late too, be mad at her.” I pointed to Anna who was behind me and poked her head out.

“Uh.. Hello!” Sooin suddenly became busy.

“That mouth of yours.” Ryujin poked Sooin at her cheeks.

We did our work that day as usual. Me, Ryujin, Anna and Karina did our serving work smoothly. Gawon and Sooin bickered again and again but did their part as well.

One time, I had to enter the utility room again to grab a mop. Every time I see that door, I remember Karina and our intense activity inside.

I looked around and I saw Karina on the side, wiping a table. I slowly approached her, the closest I can be while being aware of the surroundings. When I was already behind her, my right hand landed and cupped her ass.

“Oh! Goodness, you scared me! It was just you.” She hissed; she thought it was someone else.

“You’re glad it was me?” I rubbed her round bubbly ass with gentle care, sometimes gripping it.

“Should I say yes? Be careful, Gawon might see us,” she looked around and went back to wiping the table. The fondle pass must be legit, she didn't swat my hands away and not even stop me.

“Yeah… I'm being extra careful.” My hands worked on her peaches from left to right. Even with pants on, I can feel its shape and meatiness.

After enjoying her meatiness, my hands stopped in the centre. I slowly dipped it down, my middle and ring fingers gradually found her puffy womanhood and nestled in between her inner thigh.

“Hmm, hey… that's too low!” She whispered, her head turned on both sides to see if anyone could see us.

My finger is trying to feel where her pussy lips through her garments, there's a deep pit which I suppose is her slit. 

“AHHMP!” I gave it a press, and her body weakened. She let go of the rug she's holding and covered her mouth.

Her elbows crashed on the table, which caused a very loud noise. I hurriedly let go of my hands off her, and we scrambled, acting like nothing happened.

Fortunately, no one noticed the noise and none of the other girls checked us.

“You fucker… that's risky!” She said and glared at me.

“Sorry, it's too  tempting.” I scratched my head.

I turned around and got the mop from the utility room. I thought that it’s much better to leave before Karina crushes me into pieces.

…

Finally, our shift's done, and we're cramping on our usual spot. I have Gawon on my left and Karina on my right.

As always, we've talked about how we are doing at school and some personal lives. We bid goodbye after.

*****

The sun had finally set. Street lamps filled the pavement with their light. We were walking side by side, Gawon and I. Our fingers intertwined, arms brushed together, and sharing warmth.

“I don’t want to go home yet. Do you need to study?” She asked me, acting clingy and cute at the same time.

“Well, if you don't want me to,” I answered, and that makes her happy. I guess I can have a rest from studying tonight.

“Oh, a claw machine!” Gawon pulled me into the game in front of a convenience store.

It's a claw machine, with Hello Kitty's on it in various colours and designs. She looked so happy, and looking at her filled my heart with satisfaction.

I did a lot of things that I shouldn't have. I'm a jerk, I guess I'm a bad guy after all. Seeing her happy makes me deeply regret my actions earlier.

“Got it!” She jumped in joy. She grabbed my hands and made me join her. We stopped jumping after the celebration.

I stared into her eyes, and she did the same. Slowly, there’s a rising heat between us. My grip tightens on her hand, and she also does.

The surrounding becomes quiet, all I can hear is my heart beating fast, twice than normal. Make it thrice as time goes by.

The moon, street lamps, and the lights from the store brightened her up. How lucky am I to have her? She’s glowing. She’s the only one I'm seeing right now, my focus was all hers at this moment.

Inch by inch, she leaned in. Our noses touched, our breath deepened, and finally, our lips touched. I felt it again, the same electric feeling from our first date. It’s the greatest feeling I've ever had.

Her hands wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer. My hands found her waist and gently tugged her into me. She applied more pressure on my lips. I gave way and kissed her back with matched pressure.

It was different this time. The last one’s more romantic; this time is becoming more of an explicit session. Her tongue lightly brushes my lips, then goes straight inside me.

My tongue met hers. Our pink organs danced in a fluid motion, twirling with each other passionately. I can taste the faint flavour of americano which she had before we left the shop.

My hands moved from her waist to her butt, giving it a light squeeze. She moans into my mouth. I can’t forgive myself for the fact that I fondle Karina's ass before my girlfriend. I must make up with her.

My mind spins in delectation. She is amazing, and I can’t keep up. It feels like she’d been wanting to do this more than I wanted to. The softness of her lips and her slithery tongue is now one of my favourite delicacies here in Seoul.

I sucked her saliva off her mouth and she did the same. We're both swabbing our fluids in an intense passion. I gulped, and she gulped.

After a while, our intense kissing came to an end. As we separate our mouths, a string of fluid connects our mouths. We were still hungry, and we're both aware of it.

Once again, our eyes are deeply connected.

“You should always win on a claw machine. I never thought that's the easiest way to kiss you.” I said.

*You could always ask me, idiot.” She smiled and I gave her a peck with a loud smack.

…

“I don't want to go home yet.” Gawon said with a sly grin on her face.

“Me too.”

“Hey, do you want to eat some?” She reaches my hand and gives it a firm squeeze.

“Dinner? Sure, where do you want to go?”

“No, not that. I'm actually full.” She tilts her head with her wicked smile; she's flirting. I'm weak on that.

“So, you mean snacks?” I do not have any idea what she wants.

“Not really…” I'm confused by her answers.

“Want some pancakes? And some syrup as well?” She asked me.

If someone heard us, that question would sound like she's offering real food to me. But it's completely different. I already have a taste of her pancakes, and I can't wait to taste it one more time.

“C-can I? But what about that syrup?” I don’t remember anything about syrup, and I’m curious what she meant by it.

“Let’s go, and you’ll find out.” Her flirtatious smile hits me.

She dragged me. My heart’s racing as I anticipate what it could be. I don’t know where we are going, but everywhere is fine, as long as I’m with her. I feel safe, I feel loved, I feel respected.

*****

We were standing in front of a massive hotel. Luxury cars coming in and out of their park way. Men and women in suits and dresses casually entered the hotel. This isn't just any hotel, it's a high class which only wealthy people can check in.

“Woah.” I said in amusement.

“Don't act like it's your first time. I got the feeling that you used to this kind of environment back when you were younger.” She said, Gawon is still holding my left hand.

“Yeah, but things have changed.” I scratched my head using my free hand.

But, is this where I eat her pancakes? I know I wanted to taste those pancakes once again, but this is too much. I'm so horny, but I can’t spend all my savings just for a night of eating her.

“Let's go, pancakes are getting cold.” She had that seductive grin all over her face.

I got dragged once again. Inside, the reception desk is waiting for us with all smiles. The place looks so elegant, it's so bright since the marble flooring is so shiny that lights even bounced up to the ceiling.

Then the signage caught my attention. Their logo, their name. So that’s why the hotel looks familiar and I thought I've seen it somewhere.

“The coupons.” I thought.

It's in my bag, the 3 coupons from Ms Kim which she got from her friend. So, this is the place. One thing has been solved today, the cost.

However, another problem occured. I can't tell Gawon regarding the coupons. Even myself find It's weird and creepy to receive hotel coupons from a professor who is over 10 years older than me.

“Hello, welcome to Maison Amour. How may I assist you today?” The receptionist asked. Her name tag says her name is Kim Jiyeon.

What a beauty, is this the standard of a 4-star hotel? She can debut on an idol group or even an actress. Her beauty can sell millions of copies and attract millions of followers.

“Come to your senses. Your girlfriend is here and she'll even let you eat her and yet, I dare to look at other girls.” I reminded myself that I should only look at Gawon at that very moment.

“A room please, deluxe room.” Gawon said. I can't afford it, and I'm not planning on using the coupon. And I also shouldn't let Gawon pay.

I looked at my bag. There's something on my wallet that can save me, but if I use that, my pride will instantly perish.

“It's on me, don't worry.” Gawon looked at me and made sure I didn't worry about the expenses. As a man, I’m a fucking failure.

“Let Sooyoung assist them.” A cold woman suddenly appeared behind the reception wall.

A stunning, elegant, beautiful, and words are not enough to describe her. Her visuals are too good. Pale skin, red lips, glossy black hair, and cold expression is a deadly combination. Her nametag says Bae Joohyun, manager.

Is she the Ms Bae that Ms Kim said to be her friend? The one that gave her the coupons.

“Here's the key, let Ms Park accompany you into your room.” Jiyeon then rang the bell.

A tall woman with a graceful smile popped up. Another beauty has appeared. She must be the porter. I see that the hotel matches their employee to their star rating. Her name tag says Park Sooyoung.

“Let's go.” She happily guided us to our room. My eyes frequently landing on her fat ass wiggling as we walk.

“No! Focus on Gawon.” I need to remind myself every time I get tempted.

“Here we are, enjoy your stay.” She politely bowed and left us.

…

When she left, the tension within Gawon and I grew over seconds. The heat is too much for us to handle. Gawon hurriedly opened the door and dragged me inside.

She entered first and I followed her. She threw her bag to the couch nearby as I closed the door behind me with a soft click.

I turned around and she suddenly pushed me with force. My back touched the doorway wall and I dropped my bag onto the floor.

She looks me in the eye like a predator who's about to eat it's prey.

“Change of plans, pancakes are not enough.” She purred.

“Wha-”

“Shhh. Don't speak.” She puts a finger to my lips to shut me up. Pancakes are not enough, she said, but I'm still curious about the syrup.

“You can have my pancake, syrup, and more.” She leaned in, her cheeks brushed against mine. She smelled so good.

She whispered directly to my ears. The words that left her mouth were the most tempting and intense words I heard that day.

“Let's do it, let's have sex.”

"And it's still beside the point," Sooin insisted. "We're not doing that."

How it started isn't terribly relevant, but it's important if you want to understand how this all works. Sooin had actually levied the idea in passing, and that alone is a mistake when Anna is around. She was one of those friends who latches onto every idea and tries to turn it into an event. "So you're saying you don't want a threesome?"

"No, what I said was that if we did it, then it would be awkward with someone we don't know," Sooin continued to explain, this time with her fingers rubbing on her forehead. "I don't want to fuck a stranger."

"So, you do want a threesome?"

"No, I just said—"

"I mean, think about it," Anna interrupted, as she made her way across the room to sit with you. "You don't know any other girl willing to do it." She leaned on you as she said it, and you realised you hadn't been much help in the discussion.

"No, I know," Sooin admitted, and it almost seemed like she wanted to convince herself it was a bad idea. "I just think it's weird."

"Why?"

"Well, it's... you." Sooin's eyes glanced between the two of you, as if she was trying to say it without actually saying it.

"What about me?" Anna asked, pretending to be insulted. She rubbed her hand on your forearm - her fingers are light, soft, delicate - like feathers.

"Anna, I just don't think... - Can you stop touching my boyfriend?" Sooin eventually snapped, and you couldn't blame her, given the way Anna was looking at you.

"No," Anna replied, a smirk taking hold of her face.

Sooin held a cold stare at her.

You had to admit, it felt good. Anna was a pretty girl, with an inviting smile and the type of body that always drew eyes. Your relationship with her had been platonic for years; she had grown up with Sooin, and they had been friends for as long as you could remember. Yet, there was always something there. It was intangible and vague. You never truly explored it, but you always felt like Anna had a soft spot for you. You, in turn, had a soft spot for her - which, you assumed, is why you were still sitting there quietly, watching the mental battle unfold.

"Okay, okay. Fine." Anna removed her hand from your arm and her ass from the arm of your chair. She stood up and leaned back against the desk. "Sooin, you're overthinking this. Just because we're close doesn't mean it can't happen." There was something sly about the way she said it. "I'm not going to start hitting on you every day, or anything weird like that. And," her eyes met yours, "the same goes for you, too."

"Can we stop talking about it?" Sooin asked as she fell back into your shared bed. "It's not happening."

***

Of course, it happened, otherwise that day would have faded to obscurity instead of being the start of something that is beyond simple description.

It's the reason you were now watching Anna in a bathrobe, her hair wet from the shower, as she took a seat at the small dining table. Her robe opened just a crack to reveal the full curve of her breast as she sat down. You cleared your throat to signal her to adjust, and her lips curved to a playful smile. "What?"

"Your robe."

She makes a slow blink, and when her eyes reopen, she's looking down at her chest. "Oh, sorry," she says, with a completely emotionless tone. She leaves it just as it is. "Is there any coffee left?

It's not the first time Anna has done this to you. You stare at her, and her stare is locked right back at you. A quiet moment passes between you. You are thinking about what you could say, and you're also thinking about how her skin looked under that damn robe.

"You know there is, you made sure they restocked it yesterday." You glance briefly at the machine on the dresser, a stack of capsules next to it. "Are you asking me to make it for you?"

"I would never ask you to do that." Her face doesn't change, and you find it slightly unnerving. "I'm perfectly capable of doing things myself."

Again, another silence, a stare down. You are actually enjoying this game far too much, and Anna is too. You sigh, "Fine." You get up from the chair and move over to the coffee machine. "How do you want it?"

"I'm flexible."

You know that all too well.

You hit the button for an americano, and then there's a whir, followed by a quiet hiss. Anna is right behind you, and there's that distinct click of her nails hitting the screen as she scrolls through reels on her phone. "So, you've been up a while?"

You turn back to face her. "Not too long. I assume I missed Sooin?"

"Mhm. Have you eaten?"

"No. I said I just woke -"

"Maybe we should go out for some breakfast. There's a place just around the corner," she says, still scrolling. Black liquid pours into the mug on the tray, slowly filling it up.

Anna can be thoughtful. It isn't her usual character, but it happens often enough, especially when she wants something. It's hard to tell if this is the case right now. "Sure."

Her finger stops scrolling. "Really?"

You turn and approach the table, and you take the only other seat, directly across from her. You place the mug just between the two of you. "Sure. Why not?"

"I mean, are you sure?"

"Anna, it's just breakfast. What's with the twenty questions?"

"It's just a bit weird to be going out with you, just the two of us." She puts down her phone. "I just want to make sure you're comfortable."

"Anna, I can see your tits. I think breakfast together is fine."

She chuckles to herself, and she reaches over for the cup. "Oh, I am so sorry. You should probably know I'm not wearing any panties either."

"Do they do brunch?" you ask.

***

Folded in half is now basically a default state for Anna. There's something about her body that just makes her so... malleable. There's probably a better way to put that, a more poetic description of the sort of filthy positions you've found her in. But in your head, that's what it always comes back to. Her body, folded in half, legs all the way up, knees to the sides of her head, her cunt spread open.

She just came all over your cock, and she's a mess. There's a glazed look in her eyes, and she's panting like she ran a marathon. Her body is covered in a thin layer of sweat. "Give me a second," she says, waving her hand in your general direction. "I need to... I need a minute."

You have to admit you're not in much better shape. Your cock aches; it's still buried inside her, and you just want to fuck her some more. You had barely started, but she came quickly; she always does. You wait a little longer, staring down at her. The things you would like to do to her right now... You can feel your cock throb, and a moan escapes her lips. "I said wait," she half pleads, half demands.

You pull out just a little, putting a hand on the underside of her thigh. You're curious just how much you can move her legs, and it turns out it's a lot. She leans her head back and closes her eyes. The heat of her is incredible, and as you slide back in, she lets out a drawn-out, slow moan. "You're going to ruin me," she tells you, a hint of desperation in her voice.

"That’s the point." You start thrusting slowly, deliberately.

She's so damn tight. It always feels like the first time with Anna. It doesn't matter how many times you fuck her; she has a way of squeezing you that just drives you mad. Your thrusts become a little more intense, and you can feel her whole, folded body shifting against you. Her breathing is heavy, and you can hear the little gasps, the tiny moans she tries to hold back. "I'm serious," she says. "I can't keep doing this."

That's a lie, you both know it is. She loves this. She loves it when you just use her to get off, and then she loves it even more when you finish deep inside her.

"Quiet now," you tell her, moving her legs further, pressing them down against her chest. You start to pick up the pace, and you lean over her body. You can see her eyes widen, and she tries to pull you down for a kiss, but you just keep pounding her, the angle perfect for both of you.

"Quiet? When you're fucking me like this?" she protests, and then she lets out a yelp, and you know you've hit the right spot. Her eyes roll back a bit. "Ah, fuck. Okay. Okay. I get it." A few heavy breaths and then she moans out, "You want me to take it. That's what you want."

You fuck her harder, your hand moves between her knees, reaching for her throat. Her eyes close, her lips part slightly, and you feel a shudder run through her. You squeeze just enough to cut off her air for a moment; her eyes open, they're glazed over, and she's just looking up at you. She nods slightly, and you tighten your grip just a little more. Her body tenses up, and you know she's close again.

Her breathing becomes more ragged, her legs start to tremble, and her eyes are locked on you. You can feel her cunt tightening around you, and then you release your grip. She gasps for air, her body shuddering as she cums, hard.

She can always keep doing this.

***

It was a week after the first mention of it, and well, Anna was being Anna. She insisted on sitting in the middle. "I just feel safe having the two of you on either side," she had reasoned, and Sooin didn't argue.

"If it makes you comfortable," was all Sooin had said.

That started a weird chain of events. The movie was secondary to Anna's antics. About halfway through the movie, right after some scene of violence, her hand reached over to grasp yours. "I'm scared," she whispered, all feigned innocence.

You looked at Sooin, who seemed far too invested in the movie to be bothered, so you just let Anna hold your hand. Her touch was soft, comforting, and her thumb was brushing the back of your hand. It was innocent enough. Then, when there was a lull in the action, she rested her head on your shoulder. "You make me feel safe," she whispered again.

You just cleared your throat and tried to focus back on the theatre screen, but you could feel her fingers tracing patterns on your hand, and her breath was warm on your neck.

Just ten minutes later, she was up against Sooin, who was now being the comforter. The movie was almost over, and you had a feeling that the post-movie chat was going to revolve around Anna's behaviour.

You were right, of course, and Sooin was the one who brought it up. "You were a bit touchy, weren't you?" Sooin asked as the three of you walked back to the car.

"What?" Anna asked. "I was scared. It was a scary movie."

"It was not scary."

Anna turned to you. "Weren't you scared?"

"Not even slightly." Your answer earned a glare from her, but she quickly recovered.

"I was," she said with a shrug, and then she looked back at Sooin. "But it’s okay because I know you two will protect me."

"Well, maybe you should stop holding my boyfriend's hand then, or I will -"

"Sooin...," Anna started, with that little whine that says she's about to act all cute and apologetic. "I didn't mean anything by it. You know I'm an affectionate person."

"Sure," Sooin answered, unimpressed.

Anna threw a look your way. "It's not a big deal, right?"

"It's fine." 

Anna smiled. You could feel her relief. "See? It's fine. I was just being a scaredy-cat." She reached for Sooin's hand and squeezed it. "So, are you two going to go home and get a little freaky now?"

"Anna. Don't."

"What? I'm just saying, after a movie like that, I want to release some tension."

"God. Why are you like this?"

"I'm just being honest," Anna shot back.

"Well, keep some of that honesty to yourself."

***

It wasn't exactly freaky, but the implication still carried some weight, because you did go home, and Sooin was quickly on her knees. She was being very enthusiastic, her tongue working you over with desire, her hands gripping your hips. She looked up at you with those big eyes, and she let out a little moan as she took you deeper. 

"Perfect," you groaned, and she just hummed in response, her hand wrapping around the base of your cock.

You thread your fingers into her hair, just above her ear. There's a nice rhythm to it all. Sooin is always so good at this, and she knows exactly how to get you close without pushing you over the edge. It was she who asked about Anna, though, right in the middle of it. "She was being a bit much, wasn't she?" she said, pulling back for just a second.

"Yeah, maybe a little." You watched as she leaned forward, her tongue making a slow circle around the head of your cock, then she looked up at you.

"Think she was trying to make me jealous?"

"Probably," you said, and it came out a bit strained. Sooin had a way of making you lose your focus. She always looks so damn good when she's down there. "But you don't need to be."

"I'm not. I know you love me." And just like that, she took you back in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Her hand moved with her mouth, her eyes never leaving yours.

"Fuck. I do. I really do." She went down further, and you felt the back of her throat. You could see her eyes watering, but she didn't stop. She pushed herself deeper, gagging slightly, and then she pulled back, gasping for air. "Are you trying to kill me?" you groaned.

She giggled. "Maybe," she said with a smirk. "Question. Do you think she would be good at this?"

You stared at her, not sure if you should answer. It felt like a trap. "I don't know."

"She has good lips. I bet she would be good." She leaned in and licked the underside of your cock, from the base to the tip. "But I don't think she would put in the effort."

You interjected. "Pillow princess?" It was a joke, mostly.

"I don't think she's selfish, but she definitely likes being pampered." Her hand wrapped around you, stroking you slowly. "I'm more into making you feel good." She looked up at you, a wicked glint in her eyes.

"And you do."

She smiled and took you back into her mouth, her head bobbing at a steady pace. You could feel the pressure building, your breathing getting heavier. She knew it too, and she sped up, her hand moving in tandem with her mouth. The fingers you so carefully threaded into her hair begin to clasp a little tighter. You whispered a warning to her, but she didn't stop; she just kept going, taking you deeper, her throat clenching around you.

You came hard, your hips thrusting forward as you shot your load down her throat. She didn't flinch, just swallowed it all, her eyes closed, and she kept sucking until you were completely spent. She finally pulled back, her lips swollen, and she smiled up at you. "You taste good," she said, licking her lips.

You could barely stand, you felt light-headed, and she just giggled and kissed your stomach. "You okay there?"

"Yeah," you said hoarsely. "Just... wow."

She patted the bed. "Come here, lie down. I want to cuddle."

You took a position behind her, curled in the satin sheets, her back pressed against your chest. You wrapped your arm around her waist, and she rested into you. It was always nice to have Sooin in your arms. She fit perfectly. You held her like that for a while, your breathing finally slowing down, and your heart returning to normal. You were content, happy, and then she spoke up again.

"She's never been with a guy. Doesn't that make it weirder?"

"Hmm?" You mumbled.

"Anna. She's never dated a guy, at least, not seriously. So it's a bit weird that she would want to... You know."

You shifted slightly, adjusting your arm, your hand moving up to cup her breast. "Maybe that makes it less weird? Girl is clearly pent up. She just wants someone she trusts." The words were a bit clunky coming out, but you thought you sounded fairly reasonable.

You could feel Sooin's breath hitch as your hand moved under her shirt, your fingers brushing against her nipple. "That makes sense, I guess. It's still weird to think about. I can't imagine my first time being with two people, one was overwhelming enough."

"I mean, your first time with me was pretty good, right?" You teased her nipple gently, feeling it harden under your touch. You pressed a kiss to her neck, just behind her ear.

"Mmm," she hummed, leaning into your touch. "It was, but you were gentle. I can't see you being gentle with her."

"What's that supposed to mean? I'm always gentle."

She giggled, "You're gentle with me because I ask you to be. But with her..." Her voice trailed off, and she turned her head slightly to look at you. "I think you'd be rough. Would you?"

"Haven't given it any thought."

Sooin sighed. "Right." She shifted a little, her ass against your crotch doing things to your brain. "I see her in practice. Flexible. Maybe I'm not better than a man because I can only think about the positions she could be twisted into."

"Sooin," you feigned a little shock. "Is that what goes on in your head?"

Her skin was warm under your hand, and you felt her body respond to your touch. You squeezed her breast a bit more firmly, your thumb brushing over her nipple. She let out a soft moan. "Sometimes. I mean, you've seen her at the gym. Her body... It's made for that kind of thing."

You were more focused on Sooin's body. Your lips were on her neck, kissing her, nipping at her skin. You could feel her heart beating a little faster. Your hand moved down, sliding under the waistband of her panties, and your fingers found her already wet. "You're enjoying this conversation too much," you whispered in her ear.

She gasped as your fingers pressed against her clit. "Maybe a little," she admitted. "But it's not just that. It's the thought of you two together. I can't help but imagine it."

"Imagine what? Me fucking her while you watch?" You moved your fingers in slow circles, feeling her hips start to move.

"Do you have to say it so... directly?" Her tone was shaky.

You kissed her neck again, and then you pushed a finger inside her. She was so damn wet. "Do you want to watch?"

Her breath hitched. "I don't know. Maybe."

Your finger slid in and out, a little faster now. You added a second one, and her back arched against you. You felt her hand move down, covering yours, pushing your fingers deeper. You recall the initial elimination of Anna as a candidate for your little experiment. "We talked about this, remember? She's too close to us. It's too weird."

"I know, but it's hot to think about," Sooin gasped. "Just... keep doing that."

You obliged, curling your fingers inside her, hitting the spot you knew drove her crazy. Her moans were growing louder, and her legs were starting to tremble. "Tell me what you're thinking about."

Sooin's breath was ragged, and she tightened her grip on your hand. "I'm thinking about you," she said. "Thinking about you fucking her, making her cum. She would look so... happy." Sooin sighed softly as she always does when she's a little shy about moaning. "I like to see her happy."

That last bit made you laugh, and you bit down gently on her shoulder. Your fingers moved faster, and you could feel her getting close. "And you would like it if I made her happy?"

"Fuck," she muttered, her hips bucking against your hand. "I hate how pretty she is. She makes everything look so effortless. It's infuriating." She took in a deep breath and held it, her whole body tensing up. "I'd like to see you break that calm exterior. I'd love to see her squirm for you."

"Like you do?"

She let out a little laugh that blended into a moan. She was almost there; you could feel it. She was squeezing your fingers so tightly. "Just like I do, yes. You make it so good for me." Her words were breathy, and her eyes were closed. "Fuck, I'm going to cum."

"Thinking about Anna?" It was almost accusatory, and you couldn't hold back a smile.

"Yeah," she admitted, a little reluctantly. "Yeah, thinking about you and her, and me watching. It's so fucked up, but it's so hot." Her body tensed, and her orgasm hit her hard. She cried out and shuddered against you. You kept moving your fingers, helping her ride it out, and when she finally relaxed, she was panting. "I'm so weird."

"A little. But it's my kind of weird."

She laughed, turning to kiss you. "I love you."

"Love you too." You pulled your hand from her panties, your fingers still slick with her arousal. You wiped them on the sheets and then pulled her closer, just holding her.

***

You weren't sure how it even started, or why, but after that night, the topic of Anna didn't disappear. Every day she was around, there were more subtle hints. Her hand would find yours, her leg would press against yours, she'd catch your eye and smile. The worst part of it all was that it started to become less about making Sooin jealous and more about genuinely turning you on.

"Have you noticed?" Sooin asked one night, as the two of you lay in bed.

"Probably not what you're thinking."

"Really?" She turned to you, her eyebrow raised. "Because I think she's been pretty obvious."

"I mean, yeah, but I think it's mostly to get to you." You reached over and ran your hand down her side. "I don't think she's actually into me."

Sooin let out a skeptical laugh. "Babe. She's definitely into you."

"I mean, maybe a little," you admitted, "But it's about us, not me. It's just another form of attention seeking. It's her way of feeling wanted by both of us. It's kind of cute, in a weird way."

"She was practically sitting in your lap today." Her hand was on your chest now, drawing little patterns with her nails. "I saw how you looked at her."

"I didn't look at her in any particular way."

"You're a terrible liar." She moved closer, her leg sliding over yours. "I'm not saying it's a bad thing. I know you would never act on it. Not without me." You felt her breath on your neck, her lips just brushing against your skin. "Not without my explicit permission, right?"

"You're not going to give that, are you?"

"Hmm." Her fingers were tracing your abs now, her touch light, teasing. "Not yet. But I like knowing that she wants you."

"That's because you want her."

"Maybe." She kissed your neck, her tongue flicking out just a bit. "And I like the idea of her wanting what's mine."

You let out a low growl, your hand finding her waist and pulling her flush against you. "You're in a mood tonight."

She smirked. "Can you blame me? Watching you two flirt all day is like foreplay."

This was where the seeds were sewn: all these nights where sex was a bystander to your conversations about her best friend. Sooin loved the idea of it, and she loved teasing you about it. She'd watch Anna interact with you, and then she'd bring it up later, always with a sly grin.

"How did she feel in your lap? I know Anna's tiny, but she still has an ass. Did you notice?"

Of course, you did, but you would never admit it. Not then, anyway. "I didn't notice."

"Liar," she would say, and then slip your waistband down and start touching you. Her hand would be wrapped around your cock, stroking you as she talked about her friend's ass. 

"You like her little tits, too. I've seen you looking."

It was always like this, and you never really stood a chance. Sooin had this power over you, and she knew exactly how to use it. She would describe how Anna might look riding you, how she might sound, and she'd get off on the thought of it.

And then, when your mind is full of all these indecent images, she would bring it back to herself. "But she doesn't have this." She would sit on you and slide herself down, her words giving way to moans. "She doesn't feel like this."

The lines had well and truly been blurred.

You were in too deep, and it wasn't just Sooin who was to blame. Anna had a way of being around that made it impossible not to notice. The way she laughed, the way she walked, the way she would look at you from under her lashes. It was all too much.

Sooin worked her hips, her cunt taking you little by little, until she was flush against you. She leaned forward, her tits pressed into your chest. "Fuck. She'd never be able to take you like this." She kissed you, hard. "I bet she'd be so tight, so fucking tight. Probably wouldn't even last."

"She is pretty flexible though," you muttered against her lips, your hands gripping her ass, guiding her movements.

"Yeah, she is." Sooin's eyes were heavy-lidded with lust. "I'd love to watch you bend her in half."

"Just watch?"

She smirked and sat up again, her hands resting on your stomach. "No," she said simply, making a show of the way she rides you, her thighs flexing, her body moving beautifully. "I would want to join in. I want to feel her tongue while you fuck her."

"She'd like that, wouldn't she? Just being used."

"Ugh, don't say that." Her breaths are shorter, more laboured now. "She'd love every second of it. She loves being the centre of attention." Sooin let out a whine and ground down on you. "Just like how I'm the centre of your attention right now."

That’s not entirely accurate.

She was riding you with a passion, her hips circling and rolling, each movement hitting all the right spots. You grab her chest, groping her as she moves, and her fingers dig into your stomach.

"Your cock is so... big," she managed between gasps. "You would stretch her out so good."

"I'd rather stretch you out," you answered, pulling her down for a kiss.

She smiled into it, her pace quickening. "I know. You're so good to me." Her forehead pressed against yours, her breath warm on your lips. "I'd make her watch. I'd make her see how well you fuck me." Your hands were roaming all over her body, pulling her impossibly closer. She felt incredible, every inch of her. "She'd be so jealous."

You squeezed her ass, making her slow down. "Maybe I'd make her clean up my mess."

She moaned loudly. "Fuck. That's so hot." Her eyes were closed, her mouth hanging open. It all became very hard and purposeful, and it drove Sooin insane. You moved from her ass to her hips, completely in control of the beautiful woman above you. "I'm gonna cum," she whimpered, her thighs shaking.

You thrust up into her and could feel her wetness all over you - a warning. "No. Not yet." You grabbed her hips, holding her still, just feeling the way her body clenched around you. She let out a frustrated whine, her nails digging into your chest.

"Please. Please, I need to."

You love her like that. Begging, desperate, it's a side of her that only you get to see. It's one of the many things you adore about her.

"Ask nicely."

Her eyes snapped open, and there was that look, that perfect mix of desperation and desire. "Please," she begged between gasps. "Please, make me cum. I'll be so good for you. I'll let you do whatever you want."

You smiled, and you let go of her hips, letting her set the pace again. She was frantic, chasing her release, her movements sloppy. You could feel it building, and so could she. She leaned down, her mouth right next to your ear. "I want you to fill me up. I want her to see it dripping out of me." Her teeth grazed your earlobe.

It all got a little hectic. Heat radiated from her, and her skin grew a sheen of sweat. Every time she spoke, her voice cracked, and her body trembled. It was beautiful to witness. It wasn't long before she cried out your name, her body convulsing as she came, her cunt pulsing around you. She collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily, her body still twitching from the aftershocks.

You held her close, feeling her heart racing. You could still feel the need to cum, but you held back, wanting to enjoy the moment. You kissed her hair, her forehead, her cheeks. She looked down at you, a lazy, satisfied smile on her lips. "That was intense."

You grinned, "Just what you needed?"

"More than that." She shifted, her body pressing down on you again. "You didn't cum."

"I know. I'm okay."

"You sure?" she asked, moving her hips just a little.

You groaned. "Careful."

She giggled, and she started moving again, slow and deliberate. "I want you to cum inside me."

"And that whole 'I'm ovulating and not on the pill' thing? What about that?"

She placed a finger on your lips, shushing you. "What's life without risk?"

***

Risk. To take risks is to embrace possibilities. Possibility manifested at a cafe table on an idle Wednesday, and it looked like Sooin with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. Three light lunches and three matcha lattes were just idle bystanders to the conversation.

"So, how was practice last night?"

"It was fine, just drills and conditioning. Same old, same old." Anna took a sip of her drink, with her delicate pinky pointed out, as always."Why do you ask?"

"I always ask how practice is." Sooin was still watching, her expression unreadable.

"Yeah, but you're being weird about it." Anna had always been a bit oblivious, but she wasn't dumb. She could sense something was up.

"Weird? How was that weird?" Sooin played innocent, her eyes darting over to you for just a second.

Anna looked from Sooin to you, and then back again. Her lips tightened, and she put her cup down. "You always do this. You're being cagey. What's going on?"

"We're just enjoying a nice lunch," Sooin replied, taking a long draw from her straw.

"You can't just sit there and look all... like that, without saying anything." Anna was leaning forward now, her arms crossed on the table. "Spit it out."

You couldn't help but interject. "You do realise we see you all the time, right? It's just lunch."

Anna's eyes narrowed. "I've known you two long enough to know when something is up."

Sooin's foot brushed against yours under the table, and you glanced at her. She was giving you that look, the one that said this was your cue. You took a breath, "You want to know what's going on?"

Anna's eyes lit up, her posture straightening. "Yes. Finally."

You leaned back in your chair, trying to appear casual. "We've been talking."

"About?" She was on the edge of her seat.

"About you."

She blinked, her mouth opening and then closing. "What about me?" It's clear now how she was playing dumb, and it probably should have been at the time. Anna has spent weeks, ever since Sooin made that singular, harmless, off-the-cuff comment about one day trying a threesome, trying to insert herself into your relationship. It had been playful at first, but it got very real. You knew she was interested, Sooin knew she was interested, and yet, in this moment, she was playing coy.

"Well, we were thinking maybe you'd be interested in..." You paused, glancing at Sooin for reassurance. She nodded, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Interested in what?" she was quick to ask, with wide eyes and innocence on her face. After all she has done and said, she was going to make you work for it now. Some people are just like that, and Anna is one of them. She loves the chase, loves to be chased.

Sooin took over. "We were thinking you could join us. You know, for a night."

"Join you?" Anna repeated, her eyes darting between the two of you.

"Yeah, you know..."

"I'm not sure what you mean." She was struggling to hold back the laughter and took another drink to hide her smile. You decided to call her bluff.

"For sex," you said, flatly.

Anna nearly spat her drink out. She coughed, her eyes watering. You couldn't tell if she was acting or genuinely surprised by your bluntness.

"For rough, dirty, 'we're all going to need a shower after' sex," you added, for which you got a kick in the shin.

"Can you keep it down?" Sooin scolded you, half-heartedly.

Anna's face was a mixture of shock and delight. She recovered, setting her cup down carefully. "Are you serious? You two are joking, right?"

"We're serious." Sooin's voice was steady, her eyes on her friend. "But if you're not interested, that's fine too. We just thought..."

Anna's face became a mini panic at the idea of missing out. "No, wait. I didn't say no." She quickly looked at you, a hint of that flirty look returning. "I'm interested. Very interested."

A short-lived game of ‘will they, won't they’ came to an abrupt end. It was a weird mix of excitement and disbelief that danced around the table. Anna was trying to play it cool, but you could see the happiness radiating from her. Sooin was watching her closely, probably trying to gauge if this was a good idea or a terrible mistake. You, well, you were thinking about how the fuck this was actually happening.

"So," Anna said after a moment of silence. "When is this happening?"

Sooin blew on her drink to cool it a little. "Slow it down, Anna. We need to set some ground rules."

She rolled her eyes. "I know, I know. No feelings, no attachments, all that stuff. I can handle it." You laughed, and it earned you a look of mock offence from Anna. "I can," she insisted.

"I'm sure you can, but it's not just about you. It's about all of us." Sooin's tone was firm, but gentle, almost like a mother teaching Anna a lesson in adulthood. "We need to talk about what we're all comfortable with."

Anna nodded, though she looked a little impatient. "Okay, fine. Let's talk. I’m comfortable with anything."

Anything?

"Not here. Not in broad daylight at a cafe where anyone can hear us." Sooin looked around, as if the entire cafe was suddenly interested in your conversation. Of course, they had no notion of the sordid acts being planned out at table three.

"Tonight," you suggested. "We can all meet up at our place, have dinner, talk, and see where it goes."

Anna's eyes lit up. "Dinner and a show."

"Something like that."

She was practically bouncing in her seat, and she was the first to grab her bag. "I need to go do... things."

Sooin chuckled. "Do you even know what things you need to do?"

"Beauty regimen, exfoliating, maybe find something sexy to wear." She was already sliding her arms into her coat, her words tumbling out a little too quickly. "Oh god, I need to shave my legs." She paused, looking between you both. "What time?"

Sooin checked her phone. "Seven? Does that give you enough time to make yourself all pretty?" she teased.

Anna leaned across the table. "I'm always pretty." Sooin laughed lightly with a shake of her head. "I just need to... you know... prep."

You were sure you would find out what that meant soon enough. It was hard to believe this was actually happening. It felt like you'd been playing this game with Anna for so long, and now that it was real, you didn't know how to feel. It was going to be a very interesting night.

"Seven," Sooin affirmed.

Anna left in a hurry, leaving the two of you alone at the table. The tension was thick in the air, a mixture of excitement and nervousness. You looked at Sooin. "Are you sure about this?"

She sighed, a small smile on her lips. "I think so. It's just sex, right? Nothing more." She reached across the table, her hand finding yours. "I guess it's too late now. You saw how excited she is about a good dicking down. The poor thing."

"Yeah, she was basically floating." You intertwined your fingers with hers, enjoying the warmth of her skin. "And here I thought you'd be more jealous."

"A little." She shrugged. "But I trust you. And I trust her, to some extent." She chuckled. "Plus, it will be fun. Something new."

"Do you think she's going to back out?"

"No way. Anna is too curious, and she's had her eye on you for ages." She squeezed your hand. "I'm just glad we're doing it on our terms."

***

"I knew this was a bad idea," Sooin said immediately following a sigh and accompanying a shake of the head.

"I just don't see the point."

Sooin snapped, "Don't see the point?" Anna responded with a small recoil and a furrow of her brows. There was a purse of her lips in the mild look of offence, as if the whole suggestion was ridiculous. Sooin thrust out a hand, insisting Anna take it as a gesture of acceptance. "He's wearing a condom, that's final."

"That's ridiculous."

This whole argument was happening right over your erect, exposed cock. Sooin sat to your left, Anna to your right; their postures were a mirror of each other. Legs sprawled to one side, resting on their hips, one hand at their side to keep themselves supported, and then the others had met in the middle to jointly caress your cock.

There is an observation that requires a step back to recall - it was so immediately apparent at the time. Sooin wore her casual stuff, opting for the comfort of her grey sweats and her black tank top. The juxtaposition of Anna was comical. She was in the tiniest of black dresses, her makeup was on point, and her hair was flowing in large waves. She was stunning - very clearly putting on a show - but it all felt so out of place in the simple bedroom apartment.

Sooin made the joke almost immediately, commenting on how Anna was treating this more like a date rather than what it was. Though Anna retorted that she just wanted to "feel sexy", and that she was "not used to this casual thing". Either way, she gave Sooin a silent compliment by making herself up, because without a doubt, it was to make herself feel like she was on the same level as your girlfriend.

In the end, Anna accepted her fate, even if she was a little dejected. "Fine," she mumbled, and grabbed the condom from Sooin's grasp just to drop it on the bed by her side.

Sooin's hand, freed by Anna's acceptance, went straight back to your cock. "Shall we continue then?" There was a little bit of sass in her voice. She gripped your shaft gently, her fingers soft and warm, and you felt a sense of relief knowing that the whole condom argument was over.

Anna's hands remained where they were - one on her side, the other in your lap, grazing your thigh. She watched as your girlfriend pumped your cock with lazy strokes. There was a moment of refocusing for her, but soon she was caressing Sooin's cheek with one finger, right up to her ear. She hooked her finger behind it, her nails dragged along the skin as she pulled her face in for a kiss.

They looked great together, the two of them. Their lips met with a tenderness that didn't match the intensity of the situation, but it was intoxicating to watch. It wasn't a slow, gentle kiss, but it was deliberate and teasing. Anna's tongue slipped into Sooin's mouth, and Sooin responded eagerly.

Your cock pulsed in Sooin's grip, and you watched, entranced. You could hear the wet sounds of their kiss, see the way their bodies were slowly gravitating closer to each other. Anna's hand moved from Sooin's cheek down to her shoulder, then down further, brushing over her breast. Your girlfriend pulled back slightly, her breath coming in short gasps, and her hand tightened around your cock.

"Fuck," you whispered, completely unable to tear your gaze from them.

Anna's eyes flicked over to you, a smirk playing on her lips as she continued to explore Sooin's body. Her hand slipped under the tank top, and you could see it moving, the fabric bulging slightly as she worked her way up your girlfriend's stomach. Sooin let out a soft moan, her hand faltering on your cock for just a second.

"She likes that," you said, feeling a bit like a commentator to the greatest show on earth.

"I can tell," Anna replied, low and seductive. She leaned in again, capturing Sooin's lips in another kiss. This time, it was more heated, more passionate; her hand finally cupping Sooin's breast under the top, her thumb brushing over the nipple.

Sooin gasped against her lips. The hand on your cock got a little tighter and faster, her strokes becoming more purposeful. You could feel the pre-cum leaking out, her thumb smearing it over the tip.

Sooin ended the kiss with her teasing, "This is why I dressed comfortably, so I can do this so easily." She let go of your cock, putting both her hands at the hem of her little black top and lifting it over her head. Her body was a familiar sight for you, beautiful and enticing. Her breasts were perky, her nipples hard, as she tossed the shirt aside.

Anna's eyes roamed over your girlfriend's body, a look of pure desire on her face. "God, you're gorgeous." She leaned in, pressing her lips against Sooin's neck, kissing a trail down to her collarbone. She took a nipple into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it. You watched, your cock throbbing, as Anna leaned over you to lavish your girlfriend.

You reached out, your hand going to Anna's back, feeling the curve of her spine through the thin material of her dress. She didn't react at first, but as you slid your hand down to her ass, she let out a little moan against Sooin's skin. Her body was warm and soft under your touch, and you gave her a light squeeze.

Sooin was watching you, her gaze riddled with lust. She gave an approving nod. She bit her lip, then reached out to grab Anna's chin, pulling her face up for another deep kiss. The sight of their tongues dancing together, their bodies pressed close over you, was almost too much to handle. Your hand slipped under Anna's dress, finding the complex lace number she had worn underneath. Her ass felt amazing, the firm flesh yielding under your grip.

The girls broke their kiss, both of them breathing heavily. Anna looked at you, her eyes dark with desire. She said, "That feels so... good. Please, more." She arched her back, pushing her ass further into your hand.

You obliged, your fingers digging in, pulling her cheeks apart slightly. You could feel the heat radiating from between her legs. She was already wet, and that made you groan.

"Someone's excited," you commented from your reclined position, your eyes locked with hers.

"I think we all are," she retorted, her hand moving back to your cock. She gave it a firm stroke, mirroring what Sooin was doing on the other side.

Sooin smiled and then began to move. She stood and took a few graceful steps around the bed before climbing behind Anna. Her hands went straight to the thin straps of her dress and began pushing them off her shoulders. The fabric was a barrier to her, now removed. Her lips found the nape of Anna's neck, leaving a trail of kisses that led over her shoulder. You couldn't make out the whispered instruction into Anna's ear, but it all became apparent.

Sooin knelt behind Anna, pulling slightly at her hip to reposition her, which had you retracting your hand from her ass. Soon Anna was kneeling and being guided down to a position that put her mouth right over your cock. She turned her head to look you in the eye, her lips so close to your tip.

"If this were porn, I'd be making you beg," she said with a smirk.

Sooin scoffed behind her, "This isn't a porno, Anna, you're in the real thing now. Just get his cock in your mouth." She pressed the back of Anna's head down. "No teasing."

Anna laughed softly before she took you into her mouth, her lips wrapping around your head. You gasped, a shiver running through your body. It felt incredible. Her mouth was hot and wet, her tongue swirling around you as she took more of your cock into her mouth.

"Fuck," you breathed out, your hands gripping the sheets. You watched her head bob up and down, her hair falling over her face. Then Sooin's hands were in Anna's hair, pulling it back. She held it in a makeshift ponytail, giving you the most perfect profile shot of Anna's pretty lips stretched around your cock.

"So sexy," Sooin mused, watching Anna work. "You look so good like that."

Anna moaned around you, her eyes fluttering closed. She was amazing - a little sloppy, but she was inexperienced in this. It was clear she wanted to impress, though. Her hand moved to the base of your shaft, stroking what her mouth couldn't reach. The combination of her hand and mouth was driving you wild.

You looked up at Sooin, whose eyes were locked on the sight. She was biting her lip, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her free hand moved between her legs, rubbing herself through her sweatpants.

The room was filled with the wet sounds of Anna's blowjob, her soft moans, and Sooin's heavy breathing. It was the most erotic thing you'd ever experienced. You reached out, your hand finding Sooin's. She took it, intertwining her fingers with yours as she continued to watch. You squeezed her hand, a silent acknowledgement of how incredible this was.

Anna pulled off your cock with a pop, her lips glistening. She looked up at Sooin with a shy smile. "Am I doing okay?"

Sooin laughed softly, her thumb stroking the back of your hand. "You're doing great." Sooin leaned in, and Anna turned her head back to meet her in a kiss. You could see their tongues working together, sharing your taste. It was dirty, hot, and it made your cock twitch.

When they broke apart, Sooin gave Anna a little push. "Let's get you out of this dress, okay?"

There was a small, wordless nod as she let Sooin move her into a straddle of your thighs. It was an odd angle, as your cock was still poised upright and resting against the fabric of her dress right below her stomach. Sooin moved behind her, taking far too much time in sliding the zipper on Anna's dress down.

Sooin disappeared behind Anna, placing a series of kisses over her shoulders and down her back. Anna's head rolled back, the moan coming out was quiet but filled with happiness. As Sooin pulled the dress lower, exposing her back, she murmured into her skin, "You have perfect skin." It was a genuine compliment, which Anna loved, giggling at the soft brush of lips.

"So soft," Sooin went on, pressing kisses down to the centre of her back. "I just want to touch you."

"Please," Anna muttered, her hands limp at her side. The dress begins to slip away. More of her chest became exposed as the small swell of her breasts appeared from the thin fabric. You could see she was wearing that black lingerie of hers, the one you had felt underneath. It cradled her cute little tits perfectly, and she looked delicious. Her body was tight and taut, her skin smooth and creamy. Your hands were itching to touch her.

Sooin let the dress fall further, exposing Anna's toned stomach and the tiny waist. She placed her hands on Anna's hips, her lips continuing to trail kisses over her skin. Anna shivered, her eyes meeting yours. "Touch her," Sooin whispered against her skin.

You didn't need to be told twice. Your hands moved to her narrow waist, which you could almost completely encircle with your fingers. Anna leaned into your touch, her breath hitching as you ran your hands up her sides, your thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts.

"You're so fucking hot,” you told her.

Anna smiled, a little shyly, her cheeks flushing. She closed her eyes, soaking in the attention. Your hands moved to her chest, cupping her breasts through the lace of her bra. They were small, but they felt perfect in your hands, the fabric rough against her soft skin. You squeezed gently, your thumbs finding her nipples, teasing them through the lace.

Anna gasped, her body arching into your touch. Sooin's hands were on Anna's hips again, and Anna's dress pooled at her waist. The contrast of skin against the black lingerie was hot. You could see the goosebumps on Anna's skin, the way her chest rose and fell with her laboured breathing. It made you want her even more.

Sooin moved against her back, her bare chest against Anna's almost-bare back. She reached around, cupping her hands over yours, and together you caressed Anna's breasts. Your girlfriend's chin rested on Anna's shoulder, and her lips were close to her ear. "Do you like this? Do you like how he touches you?"

"Yes," Anna breathed out shakily. "It feels so good."

"You've wanted this for so long, haven't you?" Sooin's tone was so seductive. "You've been thinking about this, about us, about him."

Anna could only manage another, "Yes."

"Tell him what you've been thinking about." Sooin's hands were guiding yours, squeezing and kneading Anna's breasts.

Anna's eyes opened, and she looked right at you. "I've thought about this, about your hands on me, your mouth, your..." She trailed off, her cheeks flushing deeper.

"My cock?" you offered, your hands slipped from beneath Sooin's, leaving her to work alone on her chest. You traced a path down Anna's stomach, fingertips dancing over her skin.

She nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yeah. I've thought about you fucking me. It made me so wet just thinking about it."

"Naughty," you commented, your hand reaching where her dress bunched, just as her hips flared out. You pulled her closer, shifting her so she now sat right on your cock. It disappeared beneath the heap of fabric. Her wetness had soaked her underwear, and you felt it warm against your shaft. "And right now? What are you thinking about?"

"About you," she started, "and me." A beat, then, "And her. I want you both so badly."

"Good," Sooin chimed in, her hands still busy on Anna's chest. Her lips were on Anna's neck again. "You're going to get what you want."

You started to guide her into a soft grind on your cock. Anna was rocking in your lap, and you were able to feel just how hot and wet she was. You moved your hands to her thighs, lifting her slightly to adjust your angle. The pressure of her soaked panties on your bare skin was intense. "Fuck, you feel amazing," you strained.

She didn't respond, just moaned and closed her eyes, her body moving with yours. Sooin's hands moved to Anna's hair again, pulling it back, exposing her neck further. "Open your eyes, look at him," she instructed, giving a little tug on her hair. "Watch him while you hump his cock."

Anna did as she was told, her eyes opening to lock onto yours. The connection was electric, her gaze filled with lust and need. You could see the moment she felt you throb under her, the way her mouth fell open, a soft gasp escaping. It was a sight that would be burned into your memory forever.

The heat of Anna was not an exaggeration - she was practically glowing with sweat and that lustful flush. It was a pretty picture, and it was a realisation. All those images that Sooin put into your mind with her words and fantasies, those are nothing compared to the real thing. You've got two very sexy women on you, and your girlfriend is about as into this as you are, maybe more. 

It's perfect, and it's about to get better.

Your eyes went to Sooin over Anna's shoulder. She smiled, her eyes shining. Her hands left Anna's hair and moved down her back, tracing the lace of her bra strap, her fingers dipping under the fabric to graze her skin. She bent her head, pressing her lips against Anna's shoulder blade, giving her the lightest of bites. Anna gasped, her hips stuttering.

"It's cute that you got all dressed up for us," Sooin said, her hands moving to the clasp of Anna's bra. "But I think we need to get this off."

Anna's face was a picture of anticipation. She lifted her arms, letting Sooin undo the bra with ease. It fell away, revealing her small, perky breasts, her nipples hard and pink. You could feel your mouth water at the sight. You always figured she'd have pretty breasts, and she did not disappoint.

"Oh wow," Sooin said in a little gasp, her hands immediately moving to cup them. "These are perfect."

Anna blushed, her eyes still on you as she continued to grind her hips against your cock. You wanted nothing more than to take one of those nipples into your mouth. As if reading your mind, Sooin whispered into Anna's ear, "Lean forward, let him taste you."

Anna didn't hesitate; she bent her upper body forward, bringing her chest closer to your face. You wasted no time, your mouth wrapping around one of her nipples, your tongue flicking over it. You sucked gently, drawing it in, and Anna cried out, her hands going to your shoulders for support. Her movements on your lap became more frantic, the pressure of her pussy on your cock increasing.

Sooin was still behind her, her hands roaming over Anna's body, her lips kissing and nipping at her shoulders. The three of you were in sync, moving together. You switched to Anna's other nipple, giving it the same treatment, eliciting more gasps and moans from her.

"You like that, don't you?" Sooin asked with a purr. "You like his mouth on you, his cock under you. You look so sexy like this, so fucking hot."

Anna could only nod, her breath coming out in short pants. She was overwhelmed, and you could see it in her eyes. It was a beautiful sight, her body trembling, her back arching, pushing her tits further into your mouth.

You released her nipple with a soft pop, looking up at her face. "You are so beautiful," you told her, your hands moving to her hips again, guiding her movements.

She leaned in, her lips crashing against yours in a passionate kiss. It was different from kissing Sooin. Anna's kiss was hungry, desperate, her tongue immediately pushing into your mouth. You met her with the same intensity, your hands gripping her hips harder, guiding her to grind faster. It was the kind of kiss that says she needs more.

Your cock was throbbing, the fabric of her panties doing little to dull the sensation of her wetness. You couldn't bear the tease any more.

You broke the kiss, and you started to push her to the side. Sooin was quick to help. Anna was pliant, her body moving as you manoeuvred her onto her back beside you. You sat up, kneeling over her, watching her chest rise and fall rapidly. Sooin clambered to your side, clinging to you and looking down at the horny, quivering mess on the bed.

Anna lay there, propped up slightly by her elbows, her eyes darting between the two of you. You reached out, your hands finding the bunched dress, tugging it down and off her long legs, discarding it to the floor. You finally saw the apex of those long legs, and that pretty, damp black thong that clung to her shape. She looked delicious, a perfect little treat.

You left her there, kissing Sooin instead. You took your girlfriend in your arms, her naked breasts pressing against your chest. She responded eagerly, her tongue meeting yours, her hands roaming over your back. Your kiss became heated, and you found your hand slipping between you both, grazing down her stomach to the band of her sweats. Your fingers dipped below it, finding the top of her underwear. She was as wet as Anna, if not more so, her arousal coating your fingers instantly. She moaned into your mouth, her hips rocking into your touch.

You broke the kiss, a playful smile on your lips. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

Sooin giggled, her hands going to the waistband of her sweats, pushing them down, taking her underwear with them. "I am," she admitted, kicking the clothes away. "I love seeing you with her, seeing how much she wants you." Her hand wrapped around your cock again, giving it a firm squeeze. "And I can't wait to see you inside her."

You groaned, her words sending a jolt of lust through you. Your hand left her wetness, moving to the back of her neck, pulling her in for another kiss. It was short, a quick press of lips, before you moved away, turning your attention back to Anna, who was watching you both with wide, lust-filled eyes.

Her legs are spread ever so slightly, and you can see the dark spot on her panties. You looked at her face, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen from your kiss. You moved between her legs, your hands on her thighs, pushing them further apart. She looked up at you, a mix of anticipation and nervousness in her eyes. She gave a small nod, her silent consent to go further.

You placed your palm against her core, your fingers pressing against the soaked fabric. She let out a shuddering breath, her hips lifting slightly, seeking more pressure. You rubbed her through her panties, feeling her heat, the material becoming even wetter under your touch. "So fucking wet," you murmured, your eyes locked on her face, watching her reactions.

"Only for you," she replied breathlessly, her hands gripping the sheets. "I've been this way for so long, just thinking about this moment."

Sooin moved up behind you, her hands on your shoulders, her breath warm on your neck. "Pull them to the side, you're so good with your fingers."

You grinned, doing just as she said, your fingers hooking the side of Anna's panties, pulling them aside to reveal her glistening pussy. She was bare, her folds smooth and pink, her clit already swollen with need. The sight of it made your mouth water. You wasted no time, your fingers sliding through her wetness, finding her entrance. She was tight, so fucking tight, and the thought of your cock being in there, stretching her, had you throbbing.

You pushed a finger inside her, and her cry was sharp, her back arching off the bed. "Oh my god," she gasped, her hands scrambling to find your arm, holding on tight. "That feels so fucking good."

Sooin's hands were on your chest now, her body pressed against your back. "Is she tight?" she asked.

"Very," you answered, your eyes still on Anna. You started to move your finger in and out of her, feeling her walls clenching around you. She was so responsive, her body writhing, her cries of pleasure music to your ears.

"Another," Sooin suggested, her lips brushing your ear. "I want to see her take more."

You obliged, adding a second finger, stretching her further. Anna's eyes rolled back, a long, drawn-out moan leaving her lips. "Yes, yes, fuck, more," she chanted, her hips moving to meet your thrusts.

You curled your fingers inside her, searching for that special spot, and when you found it, she choked on a sob, her body trembling violently. You rubbed against it relentlessly, your thumb finding her clit, circling it in time with your fingers. "That's it, let go for me," you urged her, watching as she teetered on the edge.

Anna's head was thrashing side to side, her hair a mess around her, her chest heaving. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm going to—" Her words cut off into a choked scream as she came, her pussy clamping down on your fingers, her body convulsing under you. You continued to fuck her with your fingers, drawing out her orgasm, until she collapsed back on the bed, a panting, whimpering mess.

You pulled your fingers out, coated in her arousal. Sooin immediately grabbed your wrist, bringing your fingers to her mouth. She licked them clean, her eyes fluttering shut as she tasted Anna on your skin. "Fuck, she tastes amazing," she commented, before pulling you in for a deep kiss.

You could taste Anna on her tongue, and the thought of it, of the three of you sharing this, had you groaning into the kiss. Sooin pulled back, her eyes glazed with lust. There was a moment of understanding between the two of you. Words unsaid but communicated nonetheless. A mutual appreciation, for each other, for Anna, for this moment, and the decision to make it happen.

"That was so easy, Anna," you quipped.

Anna just laughed breathlessly, her eyes still closed, a satisfied smile on her lips. "I don't care," she hummed lazily. "That was amazing."

"It's because she doesn't do this stuff," Sooin offered. "Her poor pussy isn't used to this kind of attention."

Anna opened her eyes, a haze to them. "I have done it before. It's not a totally foreign concept to me."

"By yourself," Sooin teased, her hand moving back to your cock, stroking it slowly. "That's not the same thing. This is different."

Anna propped herself up on her elbows again, her eyes following the movement of Sooin's hand on your cock. "It is," she agreed. "And I want more of it."

Sooin smirked. "I thought you might say that. Now where did you... Oh." She picked up the condom she had handed to Anna earlier, and it earned a sigh from the girl on her back.

Anna just watched as your girlfriend rolled the condom onto you. There was a sense of eagerness on her face, but also a bit of a pout as if the barrier between her and you was a crime against her enjoyment. You couldn't help but chuckle at her expression.

"Oh, come on. It won't be that bad," Sooin said, noticing her friend's displeasure. She moved out from behind you, letting you settle between Anna's legs. "In fact, it will be just fine." She lay down beside her best friend, her arm going under Anna's head, cradling her. "It will be worth it."

Anna relaxed slightly, her hand reaching out to brush the hair from Sooin's face. "I know," she whispered, her eyes moving back to you. "I just want to feel him." Her legs shifted, her thighs parting further, inviting you in.

You took the invitation, positioning yourself between her legs. Your cock brushed against her wet pussy, it was not a sensation you were used to feeling, the rubber being the only thing separating your flesh from hers. You pressed forward, the head of your cock catching at her entrance. Anna's breath hitched, her eyes locking with yours.

"Slowly," Sooin reminded you softly, her hand trailing down Anna's stomach, her fingers tracing patterns on her skin. "She's so small, don't hurt her."

You nodded, taking a deep breath. You pushed forward slowly, the head of your cock entering her. The tightness was incredible, her walls stretching to accommodate you. Anna's mouth opened in a silent gasp, her eyes wide.

"Fuck, you're tight," you ground out, the sensation almost overwhelming. You pulled back slightly, then pushed back in again. Just the tip in and out, teasing her, letting her get used to you. "You're doing so well," you encouraged her, your hands on her thighs, keeping them spread.

"She is, isn't she?" Sooin's hand was between you and Anna, her fingers playing with her clit. "But you're big, even I struggled a little the first time."

Anna let out a strained laugh. "I'm fine," she insisted, her hips moving, trying to take more of you. "Just... keep going."

Sooin giggled, her fingers working faster on Anna's clit. "Eager little thing, aren't you?"

You pushed in a bit more, half your cock now inside her. She felt so good, so hot and tight. The way her body was responding, the little noises she was making, it was driving you crazy. You wanted to bury yourself in her, to fuck her senseless, but you held back, taking it slow. You knew you had all night, and you wanted to make this last.

You pulled out again, then pushed in a little further, your eyes glued to where your body met Anna's. It was the sexiest thing you'd ever seen, her pussy stretching around you, her body taking you in, all while your girlfriend's hand was on her. You felt a sense of pride, of power, and it was intoxicating.

Sooin takes Anna's lips in a kiss, silencing her cries as you push further into her. Anna's hands gripped your arms just a little tighter than you held her waist. Her body was trembling, her skin flushed. Sooin's hand left her clit, moving up to her breast, squeezing and teasing her nipple. "You look so fucking hot like this, taking him in," she murmured against Anna's lips.

Anna's reply was a moan, her hips bucking against you. Two of the prettiest girls you have ever seen were just making out while you sheathed yourself in one of them. It's what a dream is made of - an incredibly horny, depraved dream.

"You're doing so well," you told her as you reached a limit inside her. You couldn't get the whole thing in; she was too small for you, but you were pretty fucking close. The feeling of her tight little body around you was mind-blowing. "God, you feel amazing."

Anna's eyes opened, and they were full of tears; her face contorted with pleasure. "More," she begged. "Please, more."

You were fucking her, much to the approval of Sooin, who had taken to verbally encouraging her. "That's it, take it, take all of him." Her hand was back on Anna's clit, rubbing her in tight circles. "He feels so good, doesn't he? So big, so deep."

"Fuck, yes, so good," Anna cried out, her body moving with yours. Her nails were digging into your skin, her legs wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer. You set a steady rhythm, your hips rocking back and forth, your cock sliding in and out of her tight channel.

Sooin put a hand on Anna's, prying it from one of your wrists and then took control of your hand. She took it away from Anna's waist and slipped it between her legs. Her pussy was dripping wet, your fingers sliding through her folds easily. She moaned into the kiss she shared with Anna, her body shuddering.

"Fuck her and fuck me," she ordered.

You didn't need to be told twice. Your fingers found her entrance, pushing inside her with ease. She was so wet, so warm, and her walls immediately clamped down on your fingers. You matched the rhythm of your cock in Anna with your fingers in Sooin. They exchanged breathy moans, their bodies moving, one to meet your thrusts, the other to meet your hand.

"So fucking hot," you grunted, your body working hard, sweat dripping down your back. The dual sensation, fucking one while fingering the other, was mind-blowing. You couldn't believe this was happening, that you had these two gorgeous women at your mercy, that they wanted this as much as you did.

Anna came first, her body arching off the bed, of course, a writhing mess as she did. Her pussy clenched around your cock like a vice, and she went back into that breathless scream that strained her throat. Her hands gripped the sheets, her legs tightening around you, pulling you as deep as she could take. You didn't stop, fucking her through her orgasm, the feeling of her pulsing around you pushing you closer to the edge.

She collapsed back onto the bed, her chest heaving, her eyes closed. You slowed your movements, giving her a chance to recover, but your fingers continued to thrust into Sooin. She was still kissing her friend, softer now, gentler.

You looked down at Anna, her face blissed out, her skin flushed with a sheen of sweat. You felt a sense of accomplishment, knowing you had made her feel that good. You carefully pulled out of her, sitting back on your heels.

Sooin's eyes followed you, her gaze dark with desire. "My turn.”

You nodded, pulling your fingers from her. Sooin climbed over the limp Anna, on all fours and presenting herself to you, but when she noticed you started to unroll the condom so you could fuck your girlfriend right, she stopped you. "You're not done with her yet, so leave it on."

You let out a groan at this, which Sooin ignored and lowered herself so that she was lying on top of Anna, their bodies pressed together, her ass in the air. She reached back, spreading her cheeks with one hand, exposing her pretty, wet cunt.

"Now fuck me," she commanded, looking over her shoulder at you.

You didn't need to be told twice. You lined your cock up with her entrance, and with one smooth thrust, you were buried inside her. The difference between her and Anna was stark. Sooin was wetter, more familiar to you, and so much more receptive. The sounds she made were music to your ears, her body moving back to meet your thrusts.

"That's it, fuck me," she moaned, her head dropping into the crook of Anna's neck, where she was kissing her there while her hands roamed over her body. "You feel so fucking good."

Anna, though a little out of it, was not idle. Her hands found Sooin's cute ass, squeezing and spreading her, giving you a better view of your cock sliding in and out of her. "So hot," she murmured. "So fucking hot."

The sight of the two of them together, so intimate and sexy, was too much. You were pounding into Sooin, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Sooin was being vocal, her moans and cries of pleasure only adding to the experience.

You took one of Anna's hands, holding it as you fucked your girlfriend. Her fingers intertwined with yours, her eyes on yours, a small smile on her lips. "You're so good at that…”

You squeezed her hand, your other hand gripping Sooin's hip, pulling her back onto your cock. "Lot of practice," you replied with a grin on your face.

Sooin's head lifted, her eyes meeting Anna's. "He's got a magic cock," she said between moans. "I don't know how I'm still standing sometimes."

Anna laughed softly, her free hand moving to Sooin's hair, stroking it gently. "Lucky girl."

You looked down, where your shaft disappeared into Sooin, and below that was Anna's cunt, still leaking her arousal onto the sheets. It's a sight that's now committed to memory. You pulled out from Sooin, lowered yourself slightly, and pushed your cock back into Anna.

You split your time between the two of them, alternating your thrusts, fucking them both with deep, steady strokes. Sometimes it was just Sooin, and she was a mess of screaming and dirty talk, but when you found your place back inside Anna, she was the perfect contrast - quiet, intimate, and grateful. Sooin would hold her, whisper in her ear, and tell her how good you feel, how sexy she looks, and how much she loves seeing you like this. Anna would kiss her and softly moan and tremble.

It was the kind of experience that made you wish time would just stop and let you enjoy it forever.

But, like all good things, it had to end. You could feel the familiar tightening in your balls, the pressure building. You were close, so close, and you needed to cum. You were deep inside Sooin, her pussy milking your cock, her body begging for your release.

She could sense it; she always can. "Take it off," she moans.

"But, you said...," you began, slowing down.

"Take it off."

"But, Anna—"

"Please take it off," Anna begged, her hand still holding yours. "I want to feel you."

A unanimous decision, but it required a break in the action. You pulled out, the rubber still on. You sat on your haunches, looking down at the two girls, who turned their heads to look at you. They looked so fucking sexy together, their bodies entwined, their faces flushed, their eyes full of lust. Sooin shifts a little, moving from her full-mounted position and pulling one of Anna's long legs around her waist.

They were eye to eye, and Anna placed a tender kiss on your girlfriend's lips. Sooin pressed herself against Anna's cunt, and a soft sigh came from them both as they began to rub against each other. A beautiful sight to behold.

You gave them this moment.

Sooin fucked her best friend like that. She was a goddamn expert. Her hands were on Anna's hips, grinding her cunt into Anna's as she worked her over. Anna was so responsive, her hands clutching at Sooin's back, her mouth open, her cries growing louder. "Oh fuck, that's... that's..."

Sooin was relentless, her hips moving in a steady, sensual rhythm. Her hair fell around her face, her lips parted, her eyes locked onto Anna's. "I have wanted to do this for so long," she confessed. "You have no idea how many times I've dreamed of this."

You’re rolling the condom off your throbbing cock.

"Me too," Anna gasped. "God, Sooin, I'm going to cum again." She was right on the edge, her body taut, her breath coming in short pants. She reached up, pulling Sooin down for a kiss, their lips crashing together in a clash of desire and need.

You watched them cum together, their bodies shuddering, their cries muffled by each other's mouths. It was the hottest thing you'd ever seen, and it took everything you had not to cum right there, untouched. You waited, your cock throbbing painfully in your hand, as they rode out their shared orgasm.

When they finally broke apart, they looked over at you, both panting, their eyes hazy with post-orgasmic bliss. "Come here," Sooin beckoned you, a lazy smile on her face.

You moved to her, climbing over them, your cock poised at Anna's sensitive cunt. Free of the rubber cage, you pushed into her bare, feeling her walls clench around you. She was so hot, so wet, and so unbelievably tight. You started to move, your strokes deep and measured, savoring the raw feel of her pussy.

Sooin rolled off, lying beside you and watching with a satisfied grin. "That's it, fuck her. Feel her around you."

At this point, Anna was a fucking mess. Her head was thrashing from side to side, her hands gripping the sheets, her body moving with yours. You leaned over her, your hand on her stomach, holding her down. You could feel every inch of her, every twitch and quiver of her pussy, and it was pure heaven.

"So good," you grunted, your hips pistoning, your cock hitting deep inside her. You were so close, your orgasm building like a storm inside you.

"Cover her pretty pussy for me," Sooin commanded, her hand moving between her legs, playing with herself as she watched. "I want to see you paint her, to make her ours."

That was all it took, your orgasm tearing through you with a force that made you see stars. You pulled out at the last second, your cock spurting thick ropes of cum all over Anna's stomach and pussy. You were shaking with the intensity of it, your breath coming in great gulps as you coated her in your seed. She gasped, her eyes wide as she felt the warmth of your cum splatter over her skin.

Sooin moved in, her hand rubbing your cum into Anna's skin, spreading it over her pussy. "Look at that, so fucking pretty." She took some on her fingers, bringing them to her mouth, tasting you. She hummed her approval, her eyes on you. "My favourite."

You fell back, completely spent, your chest heaving. Anna lay there, a beautiful canvas of your shared pleasure, a content smile on her face. It was a sight that would forever be etched in your mind, the culmination of months of flirting, teasing, and wanting.

But it was also the beginning of a whole new dynamic, a new chapter in your relationship with Sooin and your friendship with Anna.

And honestly, you couldn't wait to see where it would lead. Even as Sooin pulled Anna on top of her, begging her to fuck your cum into her, because the night was nowhere near finished, you realised that this was only the start.

***

It would be wrong to say the frequency of Anna's visits became more regular, because it became almost daily right from the off. She no longer knocks; she just barges in and throws herself on your sofa with a groan. It has almost become second nature for you. You are in the kitchen when you hear the door open and slam shut. You are pouring coffee from your French press, and soon you'll be pressing her up against the kitchen counter.

You were dating Sooin, that remained a fact, and yet Anna felt like she was equally yours now. It was a strange thing, this three-way relationship you had cultivated. Soon it wasn't just a group thing; you and Sooin, you and Anna, Anna and Sooin... all of it worked seamlessly. No jealousy, no possessiveness, just three people who couldn't get enough of each other.

By coincidence, I was naked too.

I don’t know why I’d stripped off. After a full day driving to the island, then having to find my campsite in the dark then fumbling around setting up the stupid tent in the car’s headlights, I was pissed off and full of reckless energy.

The midnight breeze was warm, the beach was just on the other side of the hill, and no one was around, so why the hell not? I stripped off, grabbed my stash, and picked my way through the beach grass to a bare spot of sand on the dune bluff. The sand was cool. I sparked up a joint and took in the nearly full moon and the low waves breaking on the beach below.

The two girls showed up minutes later, laughing and talking as they strolled across the sand, their words masked by the wind and surf.

At first, they stood together, halfway between the bluff and the waves, talking quietly. Hidden by the dark and the beach grass, they didn’t notice me watching from the bluff.

One said something and the other exclaimed in protest. They talked more then the first girl threw up her hands, stripped off her sun dress and ran naked to the water’s edge. She beckoned to her friend, then waded deeper and dove under a crashing wave, reappearing waist-deep, wiping water from her eyes, her skin slick in the moonlight.

The other girl stood on the sand with arms wrapped around herself, looking around nervously.

After many minutes of encouragement by her friend in the water, she took a final careful look around, then stripped off her shorts and shirt and joined her friend. She squealed when the cool surf first splashed her. The other girl grabbed her arm and pulled her further into the waves.

I finished my joint and sat admiring the scene of carefree beauty. The pair splashed and shouted, jumping each time a wave rolled past or ducking under as one raced over them. The girls steadied each other as each wave hit or helped the other up when one got swept over.

They seemed to be around my age—early or mid-twenties. I wanted to trot down the hill and join them, to splash naked in the cool surf, but I knew better.

Eventually, the cool water must have got to them. The pair emerged and strode to their clothes, wrapping arms around themselves. With no towels, they struggled pulling their clothes on over wet skin.

They talked a little longer, then hugged. The girl in the shorts and t-shirt went back along the beach the way they had come, leaving the other behind.

The fun was over. I pulled out another joint to fortify me for the trip back to my tent, crouching to shield the lighter from the breeze. When I looked up, the girl in the sundress had walked nearly to the bottom of the bluff, where the path led straight to me.

If I stood to run back to my camp site, she would surely see me in all my naked-ass glory. So, I crouched low, hoping she would stay down on the beach. But she started picking her way up the narrow sandy path directly to where I sat.

Before she got too close, I called out.

“Hey? I don’t want to scare you, but there’s someone up here.”

She froze and looked up. I sat up and waved an arm.

Peering up quizzically, she called, “Is it just you up there?”

“Yup.”

“Were you spying on us?”

“Uh, no. Not on purpose. I was sitting here watching the waves way before you and your friend showed up.”

She nodded. “Is that you smoking that?”

I shouldn’t have been surprised. The smell of weed carries like nothing else.

“Yup,” I said. “That’s me.”

“Mind if I take a hit?”

I grinned. “Uh, sure. But...”

Before I could finish, she marched up the path towards me. I could see more of her now: a pretty girl-next-door face, her hair a mess. Modest breasts filled out the top of her dress.

There was no time and nothing for me to cover up with, so I clamped the joint between my lips and covered my crotch with my hands.

She stopped. “What the…? You’re naked? You’ve been watching us and jerking off, haven’t you?”

I explained how I had just arrived after hours of driving and felt like doing something a little wild. After all, it was long past midnight and no one else was around, at least until her and her friend showed up. And lovely as they were, I was too tired and too stoned to jerk off.

Approaching, she eyed me critically, then nodded to herself. Tucking her dress under her ass, she sat cross-legged on the sandy path, just out of reach.

She leaned over and plucked the joint from my lips.

“I can relate,” she said. “My sister and I have been doing nothing but work. We were too tired to sleep, and it was too hot. We came here to let out some steam.”

She took a long drag, then she threw her head back to exhale.

I said, “That was your sister with you? You work here?”

She handed back the joint. “We are waitress over at the lobster suppers. Did it last summer, too. Pays for almost the whole year of college in the fall.”

I told her I’d heard tourists came from everywhere for the beaches, the summer theater, and the lobster suppers. Busloads visited them all summer. I didn’t know they were so profitable.

“Oh, yeah,” she said. “We all get a cut from the tour bus companies. And rich tourists bring their entire families or treat their business buddies. We smile, show some cleavage and if you ignore the occasional pat on the ass, most tip really well.”

“Never ate lobster,” I said. “So where do you stay? Gotta be expensive in a resort town like this.”

“We rent a site for the season here in the campground. Our dad leaves our pop-up trailer here at the start of summer.”

“That’s smart,” I said, taking back the joint. “I worked construction after high school. Pay was okay, but it’s hard work.”

She looked me up and down. “Is that why you’re so fit? Or do you work out?”

I laughed. “My family run a farm. Guess how I spent my summers growing up? Both are plenty good for staying in shape. Also, hard work.”

“Yeah? Serving tourists is no picnic either,” she said. “And this time of year, it’s non-stop.”

She looked out over the ocean and breathed in the salt air.

“Mmm. It’s pretty when the sea is like this.”

“It’s incredible,” I said. “This is the first time I’ve ever seen the ocean.”

“Seriously?”

“I grew up where we’ve got mountains, some big rivers, a few big lakes, but nothing like this.”

“So, why’d you come here?”

“One of my friends grew up here. He never stops going on about it. I really needed a change of scenery, so I said fuck it, borrowed some camping gear and drove twelve hours to get here.”

“We only have a four-hour drive,” she said. “My family came here every summer when we were growing up. Lots of good memories. But it’s different when you work here. It’s just work, sleep eat, and repeat. This is only the second time this summer we got to go for a swim.”

“Naked?”

She grinned. “Was that a treat for you? I’ll skinny-dip any chance I get. It feels sooo good. And no one seemed to be around, so why the hell not?”

“It looked like your sister took some convincing.”

“Yeah. She’s the cautious one. Always a little shy. Speaking of which...”

She reached for the joint, watching with amusement as I handed it to her while keeping one hand covering my crotch.

“...it looks like you’re a little shy too.”

“Uh, well, it seemed polite to cover up. Didn’t want to seem like any more of a creep, you know? I’ve never been caught naked before.”

“No?” she laughed. “I have. And I’ve seen a dick before, too. So, relax. You saw us, after all.”

“Yeah, from way up here. Not up close.”

Taking a long drag of the joint, she gave me an expectant look. Reluctantly, I moved my hand away.

She looked briefly and gave an appreciative nod. “There. Isn’t that better?”

“Uh, guess so.”

Grinning, she sucked back the last of the joint.

“That was good stuff. Where did you buy it?”

“I brought it with me.”

She wagged a finger. “Ooo, naughty. You know, it’s only legal here if you buy it here from the official stores.”

I smiled. “Gonna turn me in? Report me as a nudist drug smuggling peeping tom?”

She laughed. “Not if you share. My stash ran out two weeks ago. The closest store is way back in city and we don’t have a car.”

“Well, I do,” I said. “I plan to drive into the city in a day or two. I’ll bring you back something good.”

“Well, aren’t you sweet?” she said. She got to her feet, brushing off her dress. “Do that and maybe I’ll find some way to thank you.”

She grinned, looking me up and down again, then started picking her way down the path to the beach.

Scrambling to stand, I shouted, “Hey, wait! What’s your name? Where do I find you?”

She called over her shoulder. “Yuna. Meet me here tomorrow. Midnight.”

Without looking back, she waved an arm and started walking down the beach.

I yelled, “I’m Andy,” but I couldn’t tell if she heard or not.

—

That night I couldn’t stop thinking of the girl, Yuna. How open she had been, sharing a joint with a complete stranger, especially one she’d caught naked.

In the morning I explored the resort town, though calling it a town was a bit much: it was just a long strip of road packed with attractions, motels, tourist shops, and restaurants.

Everything was family friendly without a single bar or nightclub. All of it was sandwiched between rolling farmland on one side and the endless ocean on the other.

The beach was almost as endless. White sand stretched as far as you could see. Walking on the sand was exhausting, so I strolled barefoot on the damp packed sand by the water. Tiny birds pecked the sand as each wave receded, then scurried away each time one came in.

Bikini-clad women passed, and throngs of families huddled under beach umbrellas and built sandcastles. Tiny white fishing boats puttered around on the wide ocean.

The surf was mild, so later I went for a swim and discovered salt water tastes terrible and jellyfish stings hurt like hell.

Far down the road, I found the famous lobster suppers, the parking lot crammed with tour buses, motorhomes, and family SUVs. Curious, I stepped inside.

It reminded me of the big steak houses back home: one huge dining hall partitioned in sections of individual tables by low walls. But instead of decor being junk, everywhere was garish maritime kitsch: lobster traps, ships wheels, fishing nets, model boats and red plastic lobsters.

A group of sweaty older men barged past, crowding out the door. The last guy turned to snarl something foul at the cute but exasperated girl behind the reservation counter and gave her the finger.

With a sympathetic look, I asked, “Was it something you said?”

“Only that we couldn’t change their reservation for two to a reservation for seven buddies at the last minute. Apparently, that makes me worse than an ugly bitch.”

I laughed. “You look all right to me.”

She smiled and did a little curtsy, casting me a flirty look. “Why, thank you. So do you. Do you have a reservation?”

“Oh, I just came in to look.”

“Well,” she said sweetly, “we happen to have a table just open up. Want it?”

“I dunno. I’ve never had lobster. What if I don’t like it?

“Not a problem. You can have steak. Or scallops. Or lobster and either one on the side.”

They sat me at the far end of the hall, by picture windows overlooking fishing boats tied to the wharf. The paper placemats had printed instructions on how to open and eat a lobster. It seemed like a lot of effort just to eat a big sea insect. I opted for pre-shelled lobster with a small steak on the side.

I ate while scanning the room for Yuna. Then I spied her far on the other side, looking harried, being pulled in all directions at once. I waved, trying to catch her eye, but the place was hopping, and the servers were scrambling to cater to the crowd.

One time she saw me waving, but there was a crash as a table with restless kids knocked a plate of food to the floor. She scrambled to deal with the mess.

When I finished, I couldn’t see her. I wanted to hang around, but the place was so noisy and busy I needed to leave.

—

At midnight, I sat on the bluff watching the ocean, this time dressed in shorts and a T-shirt.

By twelve I was about to give up, then nearly jumped out of my skin when a hand touched my shoulder from behind.

“Sorry I’m late,” Yuna said. She wore a tighter-fitting sundress this time. She sat close on the sand.

“Anna—that’s my sister—didn’t want me to come. She freaked out when I told her about last night. She’s sure you’re a serial killer or a drug fiend.”

I lit up the joint I’d been holding on to and took a drag.

“Maybe I’m both,” I said, handing it to her.

Yuna chuckled. “Nah. I’m a pretty good judge of people.”

“I went to the lobster supper for dinner,” I said.

“Yeah? You were lucky to get a table. I didn’t see you.”

“I saw you. But you were being pulled six directions at once. Is the place always that busy?”

She nodded. “Always. Told you it was no picnic. Wait... who was the host? The greeter? Was it a tiny girl?”

“Yep.”

“Did she flirt?”

“A little.”

Yuna made a face. “That was Yeojin. The little slut. She hits on everyone. Anyway, next time, throw a bun at me or something. I’ll comp you a free bowl of chowder. Did you like the lobster?”

“Not a lot. The steak was better.”

“You know we sell almost as much steak as lobster?”

“Well, cows are tastier. And a damn sight prettier.”

Yuna grinned. “There’s a joke: ‘The first person to ever eat a lobster must have been pretty damn hungry.’”

I laughed. “So, which do you like?”

“Neither. I don’t eat anything that has a face, pretty or ugly.”

“Wow,” I said. “Don’t tell anyone that. Vegetarians aren’t too welcome here. So, I guess that makes you a vegetarian pot smoking nudist.”

She laughed and shoved her shoulder against mine.

“You bet,” she said. “And proud of it. Want to know what I’m studying at college?”

“Ecology,” I guessed.

“Close. Environmental science.”

“Great. So, you’re a vegetarian pot smoking nudist tree hugger.”

We laughed, watching the ocean and sharing the joint. When it was done, Yuna stood and stretched.

“Time for a swim,” she said.

“You mean...”

She pulled me to my feet. “Yup. Get your clothes off.”

We ran down to the water’s edge, stripped, and waded into the nippy water until we were waist deep.

The moon was bright enough to get a look at her. Her breasts were pleasant handfuls, beautifully shaped, with tiny nipples erect in the breeze. She had wide hips, giving her a bottom-heavy look.

Yuna was playful, splashing and trying to dunk me under. She was beautiful, smiling and splashing waist deep, naked in the moonlight. She swept my feet out from under me, and I went under. When I surfaced, wiping the stinging salt water from my eyes, Yuna stood just out of reach, laughing and teasing.

I caught her, lifted her over my head as she wriggled and squealed, then threw her into an approaching wave. I got concerned when she didn’t surface immediately. I yelled with fright when something grabbed both my ankles under the water and yanked me off balance. Yuna, again.

Soon we were tired and cold. We ran back to our clothes. It was impossible to pull them on over our wet skin, so we bundled them up and found a driftwood log to sit on near the base of the sand dune bluff.

The warm ocean breeze dried us quickly, but Yuna made no move to get dressed. Neither did I. We sat side-by-side watching the waves and stars.

A welcome sense of peace settled over me. Back home, we only had oceans of grass. Or corn. Or wheat. Seeing all that water was strange, but somehow comforting.

Yuna nudged me. “So what’s your story? What did drive so far to escape?”

“Just needed a change, that’s all. The factory I worked at shut down. Then my girlfriend left me for someone else.”

“Ah, there we go—the truth! Were you together long?”

“Two years.”

“Ouch. Let me guess—the guy she left you for doesn’t deserve her, right?”

I sighed. “No. He does. He’s my friend—Was my friend.”

“Well, that’s shitty.” She chuckled then laughed.

I turned to Yuna and smiled. She met my gaze and smiled back.

“You know,” she said, “Too bad you didn’t like the lobster. They say it tastes like pussy.”

She grinned like a kid who just told their first dirty joke.

“Oh, do they?” I said. “Don’t see how. Every pussy tastes different.”

“An expert, are you?”

“Nah. I’ve never had any complaints. Been a while, though.”

Yuna hesitated, scanning me, then leaned forward to meet my lips.

Her lips were sweet and as soft as the breast she guided my hand to. We kissed, hands roaming over each other as the ocean breeze caressed us both.

When we finally separated, I couldn’t stop smiling.

Yuna picked up her sun dress, shook it and spread it out on the sand behind the log. She stood, then lay back on it, inviting me to join her.

“We could go back to my tent, you know.”

She just shook her head.

We kissed and caressed each other, our need growing. I had never met anyone like her, and never before been so comfortable with someone so quickly.

She sighed happily and held me to her when I slid lower to take a breast into my mouth. I massaged and teased her other breast, then caressed her tummy, her thighs, then finally touched her pussy.

Yuna pushed up her hips to meet my fingertips and widened her legs. She was already slick. With the pads of my fingers, I teased all around her mound and delicate lips, briefly brushing the hood of her clit then avoiding contact.

She stroked my cock and spread the leaking precum over the sensitive head.

Her eyes were wild with need as she urged me onto her, guiding my dick towards her opening.

“Fuck me,” she whispered.

“Not just yet. I wanna check something.”

Yuna giggled when I escaped her grasp and slid lower, planting kisses along the way: between her breasts, over her tummy, then to just above her pussy. Her skin tasted of ocean salt.

Moving lower still, I parted her legs. Her clit was peaking from under its hood, so I gave it a tiny lick of my tongue.

“Oooo,” Yuna moaned, and spread her legs wider.

Settling in, I began exploring every part of her with fingers, lips and tongue while Yuna pushed her hips to meet my face, gasping and groaning as I caressed and rubbed every part of her tender folds.

Carefully, I introduced first one, then two digit into her warm, slick tunnel while teasing around her clit. Yuna cried out and bucked, grabbing my head, trying to force my face into her.

I held on as she writhed, playing, rubbing and teasing, building her excitement.

Never had I been with someone so animated and was thankful for the darkness and sound of the surf masking her cries and groans.

When it seemed right, I took her tiny nub between my lips and suckled gently while twisting and probing my fingers inside.

Yuna mashed my face into her, then came with a gurgling groan.

I lifted up to watch, still massaging her gently. She was beyond beautiful: her eyes were screwed shut, back arched, head thrown back, one hand gripping my head, the other flung out to claw and grasp the sand, her skin glowing under the moon.

Before Yuna completely recovered, I slid up, careful to get any sand off my dick, then nudged the tip at her entrance. Her pussy seemed to be pulling me inside.

Still panting from orgasm, Yuna grabbed my hips and urged me into her.

I pushed and retreated, pushed and retreated, inching deeper each time. Yuna’s mouth was open, and her eyes were locked with mine as we joined. Finally, when I was buried fully within her, she locked her legs around me and pulled me into a kiss.

It wasn’t one of those frantic first-time fucks. We started into a sensuous, slow summertime mating, neither of us in any hurry for it to end.

The warmth of Yuna’s body beneath me and the heat of her snug clasping passage contrasted with the cool night air. Each time I entered her, she sighed and moaned and met each thrust, angling her hips seeking the best angle, the deepest penetration.

Soon I was losing control and from Yuna’s increasing energy, it seemed she was getting close too. She ground against me each time I bottomed out, clinging with arms and legs as I took her.

Suddenly, she gasped, and her pussy began rhythmically clutching at me. I pushed into her once more as deep as possible and tumbled over the edge.

It seemed to last forever: Yuna locked onto me, riding out another orgasm as I pulsed inside her, filling her eager body with jet after jet of cum.

Finally, all strength left me, and I collapsed, sliding to one side so as not to crush her. Yuna hugged me to her as I recovered.

She was smiling when I opened my eyes.

“Someone should write a song about that,” she said, stroking my head.

“I don’t think any song could capture it. That was incredible. You’re incredible. And you taste way better than lobster.”

“Oh, gee. Thanks. I try to maintain a crustacean-free flavor down there.”

I laughed.

She kissed me. “You can taste me any time you want. Don’t even have to ask. No one’s ever made me cum like that.”

We lay beside each other, gently caressing, until Yuna said, “I want to do it again. But my shift starts at two and I know my sister is still awake worrying about me.”

We made plans to meet the next day, but earlier. We dressed, then she walked back along the beach. I went back to my tent, drained, but happier than I’d been in a long time.

—

The camp sites like mine next to the beach were on open ground. With the ocean breeze blocked by the rising lip of the sand dune bluff, my tent became unbearably hot by the time I woke around nine.

Yuna was all I could think about. I didn’t want to wait until that evening to see her again, so after a quick breakfast, I grabbed the campground map and set out on foot to find her trailer.

All the other campsites were sheltered in among the pine forest far from the beach. I walked the looping dirt roads past sites with everything from pup tents to bus-sized motorhomes. The sites were close, but separated by alders or pines, each with a regulation picnic table and firepit.

Pop-up tent trailers were everywhere, most with small kids playing or at least a car parked in front.

Finally, I spotted an older tent trailer with no car. Judging from the pine needles accumulated on the roof and how deep the wheels were sunk in the soil, it looked like it had been parked for months.

Cautiously, I crept up to see if anyone was home.

The inside flap of the screen window beside the door was half-unzipped. I stood on the step and stretched up to peer inside. On one of the fold-out bunk ends, Yuna was sleeping on her side, facing me. She was naked except for a light sheet pulled over her rump. No one else was inside.

She looked angelic. Images of our midnight mating on the beach came back, getting me aroused. There was time for a quicky before she had to leave for work. And she did say I could taste her anytime.

I hesitated. Should I surprise her? She was bold and outgoing, so I figured she’d like it. Quietly, I opened the door and padded inside. Though shaded by trees, the trailer was already roasting inside. A light sheen of sweat coated Yuna’s skin.

Shedding my clothes, I slid onto the bunk beside her and ran a hand down the soft skin of her back.

Her eyes blinked open, then widened in surprise. When she let out a yelp, I put my hand over her mouth.

“Shh,” I said. “You’ll scare the neighbours.”

Yuna’s eyes darted from me to around the trailer.

“It’s okay. Your sister isn’t here. Surprised I found you?”

When I uncovered her mouth, she said, “A-Andy?”

“Shh. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I came to take you up on your offer.”

Pushing her back, I quickly slid down between her legs. Her pussy looked even lovelier in the dappled shade of the tent trailer than it had in the moonlight.

She fumbled, trying to push my head away. “Wait! I’m not... you can’t... oh, fuuuck!”

I dove the flat of my tongue between her folds, lapping, savouring her taste while skirting her clit with my thumb. Her hips lifted instinctively, pushing into me.

“Ohgod…” Yuna breathed, her head falling back on the bunk. “Please... oh, please just...”

With one hand I reached to massage a boob and tease the hardening nipple while worshiping her pussy with lips, tongue, and my other hand.

Yuna responded instantly, gasping and moaning, though quieter than the previous night. Campers on adjacent sites would hear us if we weren’t careful.

I never thought my oral skills were anything great, but Yuna’s responses made me feel like a champion. She panted, working her arms and legs against the sheets, twisting her hips, then lay still, giving into the sensations, making sweet little mewling sounds interspersed with sighs and groans.

We didn’t have much time, so I worked her harder than before, sliding fingers into her, curling them inside, fucking them in and out while lapping and pressing all around her mons. I followed by attacking her sensitive little clit then purposely avoiding it.

Like before, Yuna grabbed my head with one hand, trying to force my face into her while clawing and flailing blindly with the other.

Soon, she seemed to be close, so I introduced a third finger into her tight pussy then sucked and pressed directly on her clit.

“Oh my gaahh!” Yuna cried, lifting her hips off the bunk. Then she flopped back boneless while inside her warm passage contracted, flooding generous wetness over my fingers.

Stroking her gently, I lifted up to watch the spectacle of her orgasm.

The trailer door opened. Yuna stepped inside. What?

It was like having a stroke, or an out-of-body experience. Yuna at the door had a towel draped around her neck, a toiletry bag in her hand. Her hair was damp.

Her mouth fell open and her eyes flared. “What the fuck are you doing?”

She ran forward, wrapped an arm around my neck and yanked me off the bunk onto the trailer floor. Before I could react, she had my arm twisted painfully behind me, pinning me to the floor.

“Anna!” she screamed, “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

The girl on the bunk sat up, dishevelled and fazed. She had trouble finding words.

“It’s... it’s okay, Yuna. I’m okay. It’s my fault. I... he...”

She petered off in confusion and flailing hands then fell back onto the bunk and groaned.

—

“How the hell could I know you’re twins? You never said!”

The three of us were sitting at the picnic table outside, the sisters sitting opposite me. Anna and I had dressed. She looked as embarrassed and confused as me.

“I thought I did. But even if I missed that detail, it doesn’t give you the right to walk into our trailer and stick your face in a girl’s cunt.”

Anna touched Yuna’s hand. “No, it’s my fault. I’m the one who didn’t stop him.”

“You were too shocked.”

Anna studied the table and shrugged. “Yes. True. I was shocked at first. Then I realized who he was. Who he had to be. And after what you said about what you guys did last night and how great it was, I...”

Yuna said, “You just let him do it? A complete stranger? What the fuck, Anna?”

Anna slumped further. “No. Not exactly. I tried to say something. Then... oh, it was so good. And it was so, so, bad. You know... your boyfriend doing that to me like he did to you. Thinking I was you. Fuck. I don’t know, Yuna.”

Yuna studied her sister. I didn’t dare say a word. I just wanted to crawl away and die.

“I can’t believe you’re not even angry,” Yuna said to Anna then she glared at me.

“Yuna,” I said, “Trust me. I’ve never, ever done anything without full consent. We get too much of that shit back home. My first girlfriend, she... well, never mind. If for a second I didn’t think it was you...”

Yuna shot me a withering look, but Anna flashed a shy smile then leaned to Yuna’s ear.

“He made me cum,” she whispered, a little too loudly.

“What?” Yuna pulled back, looking at her sister. “No way.”

“I did,” Anna said. “Hard. Oh my god, Yuna, it was good. I’m still like jelly inside.”

—

Yuna ordered me off their campsite, and I slunk back to my tent. The morning had gone from a surprise I thought Yuna would love to a disaster that might land me in jail.

I decided to drive to the city, an hour away. Even from the highway the island was quaint rolling hills covered by farmland and off near the horizon, the endless ocean loomed.

The city was known for a play that had been running for twenty years. It was sold out, so I wandered around, bought groceries and ice for the cooler, some drinks, firewood and then visited the overpriced official cannabis store.

—

It was dusk when I pulled into my camp site. One of the girls was waiting at my picnic table.

“Yuna?” I said.

“Oh, so I guess you can tell us apart.”

Sitting across from her, I slid the canister of weed to her.

“Like I promised,” I said. “The store said it was the best they had.”

She looked inside. “Holy shit. This is a lot. Feeling guilty about something?”

“Of course I’m feeling guilty. I ate out your sister thinking it was you.”

“You also made her cum.”

“Well, good. Doesn’t change anything.”

“She doesn’t cum.”

I blinked. “Sure she does. She did. Or she’s one hell of an actress.”

Yuna shook her head. “She’s been able to make herself cum maybe once. And never, ever with someone else.”

“Uh...”

“Do you know any twins?”

I thought about it. “No. At least not what do they call it... identical twins, like you.”

“Well, we have a bond, you know? Way closer than most sisters. Anna is my best friend, my confidant. My partner in crime. I go to her when I need anything, and she comes to me.”

“Sure,” I said. “I’ve heard that. So—”

Yuna held up a hand. “So, we look the same, but we’re not the same. She’s smarter, for one. And she’s always been shy, cautious, overly polite. I’ve always been outgoing, jumping into things without looking. And I always get the guys. She doesn’t.”

“Oookay. Are you telling me Anna’s a virgin?”

Yuna sat back. “Oh, she’s had boyfriends. The sweetest guys you can imagine. And she enjoys sex. Lots. But she doesn’t cum. Not everyone does, you know. Even by herself it just never happens. Lord knows we’ve tried. She says it happened once, but I think it was a mini-cum, or she’s kidding herself. So, this morning when you... when she came? It’s kind of a big deal for us.”

“I didn’t do anything special. I just—”

“Whatever you did, it worked. And like she said, that you thought Anna was me and the surprise and naughtiness of it all helped put her over the top.”

I digested that for a moment.

“So, you’re not going to press charges?”

Yuna laughed. “We want to see if you can do it again. Tonight.”

I pondered that for a long while.

“No,” I said.

Yuna blinked then leaned forward.

“Didn’t you hear me? Come back to our trailer. I’ll go for a walk or whatever. Do your magic with Anna again and make her cum.” She grinned. “Then after, if you wouldn’t mind, fuck my brains out, okay?”

“No. It’s not okay. Yuna, I loved being with you last night. Because I like you. A lot. You’re like no one I’ve ever known. And we’ve really hit it off, haven’t we?”

“Oh, yeah. So—”

“So, you said it yourself... you and Anna look the same, but you’re not the same. Anna’s your sister and she seems really sweet, but I don’t know her. I’m not some... some... orgasm vending machine. Some guys will fuck anyone any chance they get, but I don’t.”

Yuna stared in surprise.

“Would... would you do it as a favor for me? Anna really likes you. She’s so excited you made her cum.”

“She doesn’t know me, except maybe for what you’ve told her. I’d never ask a woman to do anything sexual as a favor. You think it’s okay to ask something like that from me?”

Yuna pursed her lips and sighed. She was quiet for a long while.

“Okay,” she said in a falling tone. “I get what you’re saying. Sorry. We thought you’d want to. We’re just really excited about what happened, that maybe a few more times would... help her. Break her out of her shell. So maybe she could cum as easily as I do.”

Yuna stood, taking a breath and forcing a smile.

“You know what? Forget it. You’re right. Stupid idea. I guess this fucks thing up between us now.”

It hurt to see her troubled expression. I stood and put my arms around her.

“It doesn’t change how special you are, Yuna. It doesn’t change me wanting to be with you.”

She smiled up at me.

“So... have you eaten yet?” she said. “I didn’t eat dinner.”

“Help me get the stuff out of the car. We can start a fire and grill something.”

“I’m vegetarian, remember?”

Yuna laughed when I showed her the groceries: veggie cutlets, veggie burgers, fresh corn, and certified organic apple pie.

“Turning over a new leaf?” she said.

“Thought I’d give it a try. I know people can’t keep on eating cows—or lobsters—forever. My family might disown me if they ever found out I bought this, though.”

—

“I never knew you could cook corn on a campfire. We always boil it.”

Yuna was finishing her second cob. I pulled out my last piece and unwrapped the foil.

“Back home there’s corn far as the eye can see. We have ten billion ways to cook it, pop it, turn it into fuel, turn it into ham...”

“What? Into ham?”

“Pig feed.”

She made a face. “Poor little oinkers. They’re smarter than dogs, you know.”

“Well, when it comes to escaping their pen, they sure are.”

Yuna looked at my tent, one of those nylon dome things from a big box store. Despite staking and tying it down, it wobbled precariously in the ocean breeze.

“So glad we have a tent trailer,” she said. “I hate sleeping on the ground.”

“It’s not so bad. I got one of those queen-sized air beds. Almost as high as a real bed. But then I didn’t bring a pump so had to blow the damn thing up with my mouth. Took over an hour and I nearly passed out.”

Yuna laughed and was about to say something when we noticed someone standing just at the edge of the firelight: Anna, twirling a finger in her hair, looking uncertain.

Yuna went to her. “What’s wrong?”

“You were supposed to be back by now.”

“Oh, shit. Sorry, Anna. But you knew I was here.”

The sisters exchanged whispered words for a long while, then Yuna took Anna’s hand and pulled her closer to the fire. Anna stood stiff and awkward.

“Hi,” I said. “What can I get you? Roasted corn on the cob? Veggie burger? Beer?”

“I ate. Look, I don’t want to interrupt.”

Yuna nudged her. Anna scowled at her sister then said, “Well, maybe a beer.”

The temperature had dropped the moment the sun set. We sat clustered around the fire, watching the flames.

The silence dragged on. I cleared my throat and said, “Anna, I owe you a huge apology. I’m so sorry for this morning.”

She looked straight at me. “I’m not. Not at all. Yuna told me you don’t want to... you know... do it again. And you’re right. It was the height of hubris to assume you’d be okay with that, so I’m sorry for that.”

“Uh, hubris?”

“You know. Excessive pride. Arrogance.”

“Hmm. Yuna said you were the smart one.”

“And she’s right.” She glanced at her sister and smirked.

Yuna stuck out her tongue.

“But,” Anna continued, “if you ever change your mind, I’ll be waiting with open legs.”

“Holy sh… Anna!” Yuna gasped.

I chuckled. “She also said you were the shy one.”

Anna twirled another finger in her hair. “Well, no point being shy with a guy who’s had his tongue up my cunt.”

Yuna sputtered, trying to form words.

I laughed. “It was my fingers. My tongue was busy elsewhere.”

“Well, whatever you were doing down there, it was pure magic.”

She wet her lips, fixing me with a hungry stare.

“Oookay,” I said, standing, “I think I’m ready for that apple pie now. Who wants some?”

—

Yuna wanted to try the weed, so we rolled a few joints of the stuff.

After a couple of hits, Yuna said, “They call this a monster? More like a mouse.”

She offered it to Anna. She stared as if it was sprayed with ebola.

Yuna assured her it was from the cannabis store and unadulterated. Anna took a drag.

We only had the picnic table to sit on, so we dragged it close to the fire. We sat on the bench, backs to the tabletop, me sandwiched between the sisters.

Chatting and sharing a joint, we warmed ourselves as the night air cooled. Anna was quiet, letting her sister carry the conversation, then she slowly relaxed.

When I asked about college, Anna said she was entering third year of a data science degree. She explained what that was, but it all seemed very abstract.

Both sisters had endless stories of working at the restaurant. Yuna had me laughing with tales of rude and entitled customers, incidents of abrupt projectile vomiting, and a five-person fistfight that ended with wiping out the salad bar.

“It’s not all bad,” said Anna. “We have huge family birthdays and get-togethers. People fly in from all over the world. And how many proposals have we seen, Yuna? Six? Seven?”

“Including the guy who stuck the ring inside a biscuit then forgot which one it was? The girl nearly choked to death.”

Anna chuckled. “Then there was that missing toddler. Everyone stopped to search everywhere. He was napping in the pile of stuffed lobsters in the gift shop.”

Being twins, Yuna and Anna tried to work sections in the dining room the furthest apart, but they were constantly mistaken for one another. Servers had to wear the same uniform, so Anna always wore her hair up, Yuna wore hers down. They wore different makeup, different earrings, but still they were confused by customers and even managers and staff.

“After this summer,” Anna said, “we are never, ever, working together again on anything.”

Yuna glanced at her sister. “Well, maybe on one more thing.”

—

By midnight, the three of us were mildly buzzed, chatting, and laughing like old friends. The adjacent campsites went dark as one by one each family got their kids settled, put out their fires and went to bed.

The stars were brilliant pinpoints of light with the Milky Way arcing from horizon to horizon. Having nowhere to go and nothing to do but relax and enjoy, the weight of my recent personal disasters lifted away.

Yuna sat leaning against my side, hand stroking my leg. Her eyes were alive with mischief and lust, mirroring my own feelings. Our desire for each other had been simmering all evening.

I hoped Anna would soon leave us alone, but she seemed comfortable. The weed, mild as it was, seemed to have relaxed her. She was rattling off more stories about the restaurant, the island, college, and human existence in general.

“I mean, why are we here if not to love each other, take care of each other and learn about the wonders of the universe? It’s all in the numbers, you know. Newton was the first to really get it. Too bad he died a virgin. If I’d been around back then I’d have... oh, wow, man. Look at the moon!”

Yuna and I chortled.

“Is this Anna’s first-time smoking?” I said.

Yuna grinned. “Oh, no. She gets all animated and philosophical when she drinks, too.”

Then we noticed Anna was looking back towards the ocean.

Behind the tent, the full moon was rising above the lip of the bluff, huge and brilliant orange.

We walked to the edge to see the whole thing. Glowing and split by wisps of cloud, the moon painted a fiery path towards us across the calm ocean.

Yuna and I stood side-by-side with arms around each other’s waist. Anna appeared at my other side. She looked uncertain again, so I wrapped an arm around her too. She melted against me, slinking her arm around my back.

The magic of the view was surpassed by the magic of having Yuna and Anna to share it with.

Only a light breeze was blowing from the ocean. Gentle waves lapped the beach below.

“Anyone want to go for a swim?” I said.

When I looked at Yuna, I caught something wordless passing between her and Anna.

Yuna gathered us into a three-way group hug.

“Not me,” she said with a coy smile.

“Yeah, maybe later,” said Anna. She rocked from one foot to the other looking up with huge pleading eyes.

We stood looking at each other, then Yuna gently guided my head towards her sister until our lips almost touched. Anna wet her lips, her breath quickening, then pulled me into a hungry kiss.

Her lips were so soft and tasted faintly of strawberry lip balm. Anna cautiously pressed the tip of her tongue past my lips, and I responded by pressing mine into hers. With Yuna watching, it was intensely intimate. My simmering lust went to full boil.

We separated. I looked from Anna to Yuna and back. Yuna glanced purposefully at the tent.

My objections evaporated.

“We’d be more comfortable in your trailer,” I said.

Yuna beamed. She grabbed Anna’s hand and mine.

“We don’t want to wait,” she said, pulling us to the door of the tent.

Yuna said, “Take off her clothes.”

Anna gasped, drawing an arm to her chest. She flashed her sister an incredulous look then darted her eyes to the other camp sites. I looked around too: we were the only ones awake.

Anna lowered her arm, faced me and bit her lip, giving a tiny nod.

I drew her t-shirt over her arms and off then undid the front clasp of her bra and removed that too.

She stood naked from the waist up, her eyes on mine, huge and trusting.

Anna’s shorts and underwear were next. I crouched to slide them down her long legs, bringing me face-level with her beautiful pussy—for the second time that day.

I stood to take in the entrancing sight of her naked body lit by the moon and flickers from the fire: her lovely breasts, her womanly hips with an enticing gap between her thighs.

Anna breathed excitedly, but stood with hands at her sides, letting me admire her.

From behind, Yuna asked, “You want to strip him, or should I?”

Anna raked me with her eyes. “You, Em. You do it.”

Without hesitation, Yuna yanked off my shirt and shorts. She gave my back an affectionate pat. Anna stared at my rising cock pulsing slightly in time with my thudding heart.

Inside, Yuna stripped, and we lay on the air bed with me between them. Yuna kissed me passionately then pushed me to face her sister.

Anna immediately pulled me close and met my lips. She glided her hands all over me as I did the same to her. She found my hard cock and stroked and squeezed while jamming her tongue into my mouth. She was so excited I wondered if she would cum the moment I touched between her legs.

I separated and bent to nuzzle her neck while stroking and massaging one soft boob. Anna sighed and lay back, still grasping my dick, stroking idly.

Anna’s hips rose and churned. I bent and took a breast into my mouth and trailed fingertips down along her tummy and across her sparse triangle of fur. She parted her legs in welcome and I lightly stroked up along the sides of her pussy.

“Ooo,” she breathed. “That’s nice. More. Please?”

Laying half across her, I switched to suckle her other breast then ran fingertips over her inner thighs, down her legs then up, swiping the back of my hand lightly over her mons.

Anna held my head to her breast with one hand and tried to force my hand back between her legs. At first, I resisted, then started touching her more and more directly as she moaned and writhed.

She groaned when I introduced first one finger then a second inside her. She was wet, but not yet ready. I curled my fingers up, seeking her g-spot. Anna moaned and bucked when I pressed and massaged the right spot.

Behind, Yuna began kissing my neck and shoulders then raked my back with her nails. “I think she’s ready,” she whispered.

I thought so too. Sliding down, I kissed down Anna’s tummy and got between her widely spread thighs.

Unlike that morning, we weren’t in any rush, so I took my time teasing, licking, rubbing and exploring every wonderful part of her. Above, Anna was panting steadily, groaning and sighing, head thrown back and to the side.

With one hand she was pleasuring one of her boobs while guiding my head with the other. Using every technique I knew, I built her passions right to the edge then backed off, pressing a palm firmly against her mound until she calmed, then started her up that hill again.

A warm mouth engulfed the head of my cock. Yuna had moved to kneel on the floor of the tent. She pumped my dick while swirling her tongue around the tip, an impish gleam in her eye.

Anna regained my attention my mashing my face into her and I resumed my quest. Trying to ignore the incredible sensations of her sister skilfully stroking and sucking my cock, I worked to bring Anna to the edge once more. Her little cries and gasps were like music.

Finally, I worked my fingers back and forth inside her while lapping and carefully sucking her clit. Anna inhaled one raspy breath, arched her back and froze.

Yuna lifted her mouth from my dick to watch her sister. I grounded Anna again with my palm against her and watched the breath-taking beauty of her being swept away. Anna’s eyes were closed, her eyebrows raised, and mouth wide in an expression of pure angelic bliss.

I looked down and shared a smile with Yuna. She scooted up to lay beside Anna, brushing strands of hair from her forehead.

Sliding up to Anna’s other side, I kissed her cheek. Her eyes blinked open, and she looked from me to Yuna.

“You okay?” Yuna asked.

“Oh, god. That was even better.”

Anna brushed my cheek. Then reached down to grasp my cock again. Her chest was still rising and falling.

She looked at Yuna. Again, something unspoken passed between them.

Yuna nodded then reached across to touch my arm.

“Fuck her,” she whispered.

I was hard and beyond ready, but I thought Anna was off limits.

“Are... are you sure that’s okay?”

Anna gazed at me with smokey, needful eyes, looking even hungrier than before.

“Only if you want to,” she said.

The thought of burying myself in that sweet girl, maybe even bringing her to another orgasm, had my heart racing.

“Oh, Anna,” I said, “Yes. I really, really want to.”

She growled and pulled me onto her, spreading her legs while I got into position.

My cock found her entrance on its own. She wrapped her arms around me and I pushed inside her in one slow, exhilarating motion.

Anna stared, wide-eyed, moving her hips with tiny motions, feeling me speared so deep inside. I moved too, eager to get even deeper, overcome by the sensations.

“Fuck me,” she whispered. “Fuck me hard.”

Slowly I withdrew, feeling her passage grasping my shaft, reluctant to release me. When again I was poised just at her entrance, I teased her nudging just in and out. Anna groaned and wrapped her legs around me, desperate to draw me in. She gave a guttural grunt when I pushed in hard, stuffing her full in one merciless stroke.

We began to fuck. Anna grunted each time I impaled her, then urged me to do it again, harder. Soon I was pounding into her, my nuts slapping her ass, lost in raw animal need to mate, to drive deep into her then fill her with come. Anna took it gleefully, meeting each stroke, groaning, grunting, urging me on.

“Anna,” I groaned, “gonna come.”

“Wait,” she said, then rolled us over. She began riding me like an animal, her hands planted on my chest, impaling herself, rutting and sliding, boobs bouncing.

I held her hips, fighting the urge to come. Sweet Anna became a wildcat, sliding and grinding, keeping my cock stuffed deep inside her. I grabbed her boobs, massaging them and sliding thumbs over her nipples, marvelling how she was using me for her pleasure.

She worked away for a long while and I knew I couldn’t last. At last, Anna stopped, head up, eyes glazed then wriggled, her mouth wide. Then inside she began pulsing and gripping all around my shaft.

Anna let out an explosive breath and dropped her head between her shoulders. I exploded into her, losing my grip on her boobs as my muscles went slack, flooding her with everything I had.

After, we lay facing each other, caressing. The tent air was heavy with the smell of sex.

Anna had one leg over me. She looked between us at the globs of cum leaking from her freshly fucked pussy.

“You’re the first,” she said, and smiled.

“What? You weren’t a virgin.”

“No. You’re the first to cum in me. I’ve always used condoms.”

“But... you’re protected, right? Birth control?”

“Well, of course.”

“Told you she was cautious,” Yuna said.

I turned. Yuna was laying on the air bed behind me, head resting on one arm. I’d forgotten she was there, having focused entirely on Anna.

“You watched?”

Yuna shrugged. “I sort of participated. Couldn’t watch you two without taking care of myself, too.” She kissed me. “But I’m hoping for a little more. Think you’ll get some energy back later?”

“I dunno. Anna is pretty fierce.” I laid my head down. “I’m a little worn out.”

Yuna smiled at her sister and nestled against my side. Anna did the same.

“Mind if we sleep here for a while?” Yuna asked.

I didn’t mind at all.

—

Sometime during the night, I woke, hard and horny, spooned behind Yuna. She woke when I slipped my dick into the gap between her legs from behind.

“Mmmm,” she said, pulling my hand to her breast. “You got your energy back. But we’ll wake Anna. She gets grumpy without enough sleep.”

“Then come with me.”

Yuna giggled when I quietly unzipped the tent door and led us, still naked, outside. After zipping it back up, I took her hand and led her to the sandy path at the top of the bluff. It was pre-dawn—the sky had just barely begun to lighten.

We looked over the ocean then I pulled her into an embrace, and we kissed.

Yuna pulled back. “Thank you for doing that with Anna.”

“Only too happy to help a woman in need,” I said. “Is she vegetarian too?”

“No, just me. Why?”

She tastes a little like lobster. For some reason, now I really like it.”

Yuna stared, then covered her mouth to stifle a laugh. She swatted me.

We embraced again, kissing and running hands over each other. She stroked me and I felt her getting wet.

“I want you,” she said. “Now.”

She looked around. “But there’s nothing to lie on. One grain of sand in the wrong place and it gets really unpleasant.”

I stepped behind her, turning her to face the ocean beyond. “Kneel down.”

I helped her to her to her knees then pushed between her shoulders.

“Head down, ass up,” I said.

She turned and smiled, then went on all fours.

Wiggling her broad ass, she said, “Okay, cowboy... should I oink, bark or moo?”

I laughed. “You are so nasty.”

Yuna grinned.

I kneeled behind her and ran a hand over her puffy lips. Positioning at her opening, I nudged. Yuna pushed back a little. Slowly her wetness grew, and I slipped a little deeper inside her with each push. Finally, we were fully joined.

I withdrew, then impaled her with one measured stroke.

“Guh!” Yuna huffed, going down onto her elbows.

“How about you just grunt?” I said.

She peered back with lidded eyes. “Now who’s nasty”

Grabbing her hips, I started taking her. Yuna gasped and moaned, pushing back to meet each thrust, twisting and angling herself for the best angle. as I fucked her with careful deep strokes. Then she reached between us to strum and tease her clit.

I loved the sight of Yuna’s upturned ass in that submissive position—completely exposed and vulnerable.

We were quickly losing the cover of night as dawn broke in earnest. Though partially hidden by the tall beach grass, soon we’d be easily seen from the beach.

Fortunately, we were reaching our limit. Yuna met my thrusts with an increasingly irregular rhythm as she frigged her clit. I bent over her and nipped her shoulders while grabbing one bobbing breast, squeezing then teasing her nipple.

I tried to hold out, but then sailed past the point of no return. Straightening up, I grabbed Yuna’s hips and jammed into her, unloading deep. Within moments, Yuna cried out as orgasm overtook her too.

Yuna was still squeezing around my dick, and I was still throbbing within her when we noticed a jogger running along the wet sand of the beach. We collapsed onto the sand, hoping to be out of view.

Yuna rolled over, still catching her breath. We shared a smile and laughed.

—

“You know, you never said when you had to go home.”

Yuna bit into her bread and peanut butter. It was the only food I could offer her while Anna and I had scrambled eggs and bacon.

“Before my severance pay runs out, I guess. But this is the last day I have this campsite. I have to clear off by 2 PM.”

The sisters looked at each other, again exchanging some wordless communication.

“The bunks in our trailer are queen-size,” Anna said. “Lots of room, if you’d like to join us.”

“I’d like that,” I said. “Er, am I going to be in the middle of some kind of sibling rivalry?”

“You’ve seen us,” said Yuna. “We share very well. Oh, and for reference, I sleep on the right-side bunk, Anna sleeps on the left.”

“Exactly. So where would I sleep?”

The girls exchanged a look.

The sound of clapping thighs bounces off the walls of the office that just reeks of sex. You're bent over Anna's table as her plastic cock splits your bottomless ass open. Her nails are digging into your slutty little waist. Your legs feel so wobbly with her unrelenting thrusts. Light drapes over your body beautifully, making you an expensive slut for her.

"You wanna pass my subject? Well, gotta get your boypussy fucked first, bitch," Anna growls.

"P-Professor Tanaka, please b-be gentle. I-I'm sensitive!" you rasp, balls smacking with her strap lewdly. Your cock swings pathetically as Anna plows your ass with ease.

"Then you should've paid some attention in class, baby boy," Anna hisses mockingly. "Not playing that fuckass Football Manager Twenty-fucking-six."

Your body shivers as Anna fucks away at your prostate with no relent. Each thrust is making your asshole become loosened as your muscles contract with pleasure. You can feel a sheen of sweat forming on your forehead despite the cold from the office's AC. With your boycunt being plowed on her table, her documents become scattered everywhere in this tiny space. Let's hope that no one will open the door to see you getting ass-fucked here.

It's no wonder that Anna's classes are fucking entertaining to be in — Kahoot, active learning, snacks, name it — but somehow she just couldn't pull you away from the freshly released SEGA's Football Manager 26. She still gets the last laugh, though. You were begging profusely for another chance at the midterm exam, and now, you're getting your boypussy plowed and used and abused.

"So fucking tight, pretty boy. First time?" Anna asks as she gives your ass a spank. You can only yelp in pain. And to answer her question: yes, you are, in fact, an anal virgin.

"Y-yes, Professor Tanaka," you respond. Your hands are gripping the edge of her table tightly under Anna's barrage on your tight little hole. You hear her moan softly with each insertion of her silicone cock into your ass. There's probably something pressing against her core on the other side of the strap. You've read about it once — that little nub on the opposite side.

"God, just—drop the honorifics already, will ya? Call me Mommy or something like that," Anna whines, and she gives your cheeks another spank. Your body tenses up in the cocktail of pain and pleasure.

"O-okay, M-Mommy."

Not that Anna isn't attractive enough for you. She's hot, and you know it — small waist, wide hips. It's just that you're a fucking football nerd, playing Football Manager every chance you get. When she talks, you celebrate a goal. That's how it usually goes. Now, though, you won't sit your nerdy ass down without thinking about her cock again.

"Say that you're Mommy's little cockslut," Anna commands, and she grabs your loosening jaw to make a point.

You mumble, "I'm-I'm Mommy's little cockslut."

Her grip on your jaw becomes a little tighter. "Louder, you fucking bitch."

And you have to shout, "I'm Mommy's little cockslut. I'm Mommy's little cockslut!"

Somebody's going to hear that.

"Good fucking boy," Anna breezes.

Your loins tighten harder and harder as Anna continues to fuck your prostate away vigorously. Each punch on that mushiness pushes you closer to the edge. Your body cannot take it anymore. You need a release. Your cock has to cum all over your professor's synthetic one.

Anna seems to be close as well. Her breathing gets faster and faster. Her grip on you becomes tighter. Her groans are less restrained. She would've gotten you pregnant if she's able to.

"Mommy, I'm-I'm gonna cum!" you rasp, gripping her table as tightly as possible. Your cock is still swinging pathetically, hanging between your legs. Your body quivers and tenses around Anna's fat cock plowing your boycunt. You can't hold it anymore.

Your cock finally shoots out torrents of cum onto the side of Anna's desk, trembling uncontrollably as your prostate becomes thoroughly fucked and used. Your eyes roll up in ecstasy with your own orgasm. You let your tongue out lewdly to meet the cold air of her room. It's a fucking treat, really, to get yourself plowed in the ass like this.

Anna cums along with you. She lets out a loud grunt, and you hear some kind of fluid splashing onto the tile floor of her office. Her body shivers inside you, silicone cock so determined to empty your balls dry. With a few final thrusts, her harsh squirts become gentler, with the help of your tight little ass.

The two of you come down from your orgasms slowly, letting yourselves bask in the afterglow of your climaxes. Your body is still shuddering in waves as Anna runs her smooth hand along your slutty little waist. Her breathing is loud, filling the room with its sound.

"M-Mommy~" you sputter weakly, barely able to recollect yourself into a single piece again. Your asshole contracts and heaves around Anna's fat cock. Again, you would've been pregnant under the right circumstances.

"B's in the bag, baby," Anna says as she pulls her cock out of your tight hole. You can feel yourself contracting obscenely, missing its gigantic filling.

"J-Just a B? I-I—"

"Maybe you can come to me again, bitch boy. Let Mommy fill this tight ass up good one more time for an A."

Your asshole still feels sore from the intense fucking Anna just gave you. The body is still quivering in the aftershock of your own orgasm. Anna detaches her strap from her body and places it on the table before pulling her jeans up. The silicone is so wet and sticky with lube. She's kind enough to pull your pants up as well, not before she gives your ass one last squeeze, of course. You just tremble slightly before adjusting yourself and getting off the sweat-smeared table.

"Pay attention in class from now on, cockslut," Anna jokes.

I asked his friend, at the funeral, after the reception, the terrible food, and he replied: what took him so long.

Her fingers tightened its hold on your hand, anchoring, when she finally finished.

-

She was wearing blue sweatpants, the one with the hole near her left knee, braless, hair knotted like those coastlines; pistachio shells between you both on the table, orange peels shaped like bowls and curled like small fists. She moved around the house unencumbered by beauty's cage, which is a thing you would never say aloud because she would hit you with a cushion and she'd be right to.

I'm disgusting. She said, when you looked around at the evidence of your love.

You're not

I'm compost.

Your fingers trace the pallor of her small hand, dainty and you say: the pistachio shells, the orange peels, that hole on your much-loved sweatpants, you think I get the worst of you - I love you. I loved you ever since you began letting the pistachio shells linger longer, the perfect orange peel bowls, entering this animal-you wandering this tall grass arena of ours, because for the first time, you believed in love - as have I.

Her lips land on yours.

It's clumsy and fast - she lands on her back on the counter, and you pull your waistband down; pull her sweatpants just a little over her ass, part her panties to the side to her glistening cunt - and you push in.

Move

You obey, the flutter of her cunt giving way as you thrust up into her. You do it again and she's clenching around like you're meant for her.

Hand dropping between her legs, fingers pressing down in tight circles. Her heels dig in, breasts bounce erratically, and her fingers tangle in your hair.

I love you, you say to her skin. I love you, I love you, I -

And she gushes: back arching off the counter, cunt milking you, soaking your thighs, body trembling. And the sight of her being undone, ruined, that animal-her - you bury yourself as deep as you can go into her cunt. Pulses of hot cum into her.

That she says, was the worst of me

The both of you share a laugh.

-

She let you into her world for a reason - a night, hot and sweaty from coupling bodies together until muscles give out and not the mental urge to kiss every jutting bone of her body, every crease and every hollow, she:

Everytime I'm in an airport. I think to kill the kid stuff, act my number, set fire to the clutter - i'd be beautiful beyond buying, fix my problems with property and fame. Then, I think of you, home with the dog, the windows open as we wake to the dewy air. I want to be back where I am again, go through the whole thing again. We're small and flawed and I want to kiss your moles.

-

He was protecting himself with the short words.

I know.

If he'd ever said the whole thing - he'd have to feel it. The slide of the word - l-o-v-e. lv is quicker than love - luuuuv. She compared the length of the two words.

You could see her breathing, diaphragm expanding. The pleasure of hearing her breathe, of having her under that roof, asleep or almost. The pleasure of seeing her sleep - face gently pressed to the pillow, bare-faced, nostrils sizing up and down, was as precious as that of feeling her live. The aliveness and stillness.

-

I'm not like him. I don't think I'm like him.

You're not.

How do you know.

These forms, you wanted to tell her - sweatpants, shells, knotted hair, stained cotton - in lonely rooms and in hours of weariness, you felt sweet sensations, in the blood, in the heart. The way she sits in a chair with one leg crossed, the way she peels an orange in one long spiral. These things, lighten anything - the heavy of this unintelligible world. And for once, a three word prayer feels as natural as breathing:

I love you, without question.

Perhaps the same circuit went off in her brain: the way you sat, the way you slept, the way you hunch over the computer. And she, too, said:

I love you.

The next day, you went to her uncle's grave. Lived 64 years, a minimal grave placed right to her wife -

who passed earlier.

Do you think I'll be like my uncle if you go?

Possibly. You pull her tighter, hand caressing the wool of her jacket - the calculus changes.

The black-and-white photograph of her uncle and his wife was attached to the granite, before she died - captioned and signed by the uncle 'I love you, I love you, I love you, dear wife. let's have a long life together, dear.' - before she went, he had used the full words of love.

Not lv.

​You blink up at her, completely caught off guard by the campus royalty standing in front of you. Your social battery is already drained, and your brain struggles to catch up.

​"S-sure," you reply, your voice coming out a bit groggier and more awkward than you intended, "I don't own this party or the house. So... I don't have the right to forbid you sit on this sofa."

"Thank you," she says with a smile.

​She carefully gathers the voluminous, bell-shaped skirt of her white dress—ensuring the pristine satin doesn't brush against anything unsavory—and gracefully takes a seat beside you on the sagging cushions. Suddenly, the cheap, worn fabric of the sofa feels entirely inadequate for someone draped in such immaculate tailoring and delicate pearls.

​For a few long, agonizing moments, neither of you speaks. The heavy bass of the music continues to shake the floorboards, and the chaotic sea of partygoers dances wildly just a few feet away, but a strange, awkward bubble of tension seems to have settled right over your corner of the room. You keep your eyes rigidly glued to the crowd, hyper-aware of the few inches of space between you, the subtle trace of her expensive perfume, and the sheer surrealness of the situation.

​Just as the awkwardness threatens to suffocate you completely, Anna shifts slightly on the cushions, turning her head to look directly at you.

"I'm Anna," she offered her hand to you.

You don't take her hand. Instead, your gaze fixed on the plastic red cup in your grip, feeling the heat rise to your neck. It feels ridiculous to pretend, to play the 'nice to meet you' game when her reputation precedes her in every lecture hall and campus café.

​"I know," you say, the words coming out a bit more blunt than you intended. You finally risk a glance at her, noting how out of place her polished reflection looks in the grime of party room. "I mean... I know who you are. Pretty much everyone on campus does. You're quite popular Anna."

​A flicker of something—not quite disappointment, but maybe a brief shadow of weariness—crosses her face before her sweet smile returning, albeit a little softer this time.

​"Right," she murmurs, withdrawing her hand to rest it back on her white satin skirt. "I forgot about that."

“Purpose” goes out of the window when Anna calls for you. Because the one job you are paid to do — to make sure no harm comes to “daddy’s little girl” or some shit — is the least of your daily routine.

Your shoes click right outside Anna’s door. You make a sharp, decisively grumped exhale, and open the door with the restraint of grenade pin.

“Yes, ma’am,” you replied.

“Can you pick up my dinner delivery at the ground floor?,” said Anna, eyes still focused and flitting between her desktop screens.

“Right away, ma’am.”

You closed the door with the same restraint, and marched your way to the elevator. And when its metal doors clunked shut, you let out a guttural, exasperated groan. It shook the walls of the metal box, and felt like every expelled ounce of frustration clung to its stainless aluminum walls.

30, 29, 28. The floors whizzed by as your ears popped. Your shoulders loosened up, you stretched your neck. You felt a weight on your chest left behind back at floor 16, 15, 14. You held your breath at 3, 2, 1.

When the elevator dinged at the ground floor, you smiled. “Fancy seeing you here,” the concierge girl winked at you. You pumped your eyebrows at her, beaming with energy.

You waved hi to a janitor. A young lady dropped a pen, and you grabbed it for her before she could balance the tray of coffee in her other hand. This was your element: the people that made this soulless machine churn day in and day out.

And when you got to the door, you were greeted by a greater, bigger smile.

“Hey,” the boy raised his hand, calling you by your real name.

“My brother, good to see you again,” you dapped him up, and bumped shoulders.

“It’s got the usual,” he remarked. “Hey, the restaurant asked to pass on their apologies for the delay. They still had to rush buy some cod for her order or something.”

“I’ll try,” you chuckled, giving him a brief hug. “Hey, I’ll see you around okay? Thanks again.”

You waved past the concierge again, snuck into a service elevator at the back, and enjoyed as the creaky, rumbling hunk-of-junk took double the time to struggle its way up.

And then, the joy left your face.

Anna was not a horrible boss. The five other guys in her security detail — evidently, Alpha, Bravo, Delta, Echo, and Foxtrot — would harp on you continuing to defend that hill. Her actual secretary, Louise, only now signing away at her third ream of documentation, might scream at you for remarking such insensitivities. But really, she wasn’t as nightmarish as your collective grumblings would communicate at a glance.

What Anna was was ruthless. Late report from a regional manager? Leadership transition plan due by the end of the month. Coffee stain on a financial report from sales? Espresso machine replaced with traditional plastic coffee pot. Her punishment may be calculatedly gentle, but a hammer is a hammer whether it’s made of steel or rubber, and Anna put it down at the drop of a feather. And being the young, lowkey nepotistic CEO she was, it wasn’t any doubt she commanded both fear and resentment.

While you yourself feared her wrath, the pressure was most frustrating on you because you were, of the six of you, assigned to “tail” Anna. Originally you six were on rotation, but at her request you were assigned to her alone. Her reason? “Charlie” was most human and easiest to remember after Alpha tried introducing himself with his hard-to-pronounce Turkish name. 

That meant you were her errands boy. Not her secretary Louise, busy at her own clerical work, not any of the maids she had in her gigantic suite unit, but you. Food deliveries, purchases, short courier work — at least she had sense not to make you do things that kept you away for long, but these things are never included in a job order in the first place.

So no, Anna was not a terror. But she was so closed off to compromise she might have done a better job as an immigration officer. Lo and behold, daddy’s media enterprise needed new top-level management, and she was its new monarch. Here you were.

You knocked on the door and brought in the plastic bag to her office, dropping it at the tiny round table in the corner and preparing it for her to eat.

She typed away, still looking left, then right, then left at her desktop. Clicking, clacking, and nothing else filled the room.

“You may leave, Charlie,” she replied coldly.

“Ma’am, your—”

“I’m not hungry right now. They took so long I’ve lost my appetite,” she continued. “Whose fault was it? Was it the delivery boy?”

“No. The restaurant extended their apologies.”

“Louise,” she clicked on an intercom, “please look for new seafood restaurants nearby, 20 minutes away max. We’re blacklisting this one.”

She clicked a few more times on her computer, and then a bit more, then stood up to move to the table. When she sat down and took her first bite, you could feel the weight on her shoulders slam into the floor below yours.

Anna was ruthlessly demanding, and frustratingly stubborn, but a child of complacency she was not. She worked hard, perhaps a bit too hard in her own eyes that everyone was obligated to work as hard as her. The only ill of her manners was her uncaring bluntness, and that you were on its receiving end nine requests out of ten.

“You may leave, Charlie,” she urged, more annoyance her voice and fish in her mouth.

You left immediately, stood outside the door, and sighed.

Just another day at the office.

=====

“But dad, I have that week-long coverage with the Asia-Pacific office in Singapore,” she whined.

“And last I checked, Singapore’s crime rate was lower than Johannesburg,” the older man replied sternly. “Look, you can survive a week in Singapore with… who was it? Charlie? Because we really need the rest of your detail.”

“Please, dad, at least one more,” she begged.

“Anna, we’re speaking about me and your mother,” he emphasized. “I won’t take any further comments on this. Good luck in Singapore, okay? You’ll do great.”

“I know I will,” she scoffed, “but if I get mugged, it’s on you, dad.”

“Anna, don’t—”

A beep and an angry click. Anna threw the landline phone down with a thud, and groaned into her hands. And you stood there, quietly processing just how fucked you were.

Solo detail for Anna? Again, not a nightmare, but an inconvenience of inconceivable proportions. She was right: Singapore may have its iron fist laws, but Singapore was statistically more densely populated. Foreseeable crime is a lot easier to handle than unpredictable crowds.

But the real risk here was Anna herself. Part of the uncompromising attitude was a refusal to blend in. Louboutin shoes, Maison Margiela perfume, Issey Miyake bags — her insistence on aesthetic meant she practically waved around a flag that read out “old money” across its field.

And on commerce-heavy trips like these, Anna’s shopping runs were unbearable. Add that all together and this was going to be the hardest job you’ve done in her name — again, not for her.

She rested her head on the table, quietly taking it in with you, stood with your back to her door. You were stuck there since you walked in the conversation.

“What do you want, Charlie?,” Anna groaned.

“Nothing, ma’am.”

“Then get out,” she sighed, softly throwing in a “please” at the end.

And you did, sighing again outside her door, as you did every single day, in and out.

This was going to be a long week.

=====

Anna wore a sunhat the practical size of an umbrella and turtleshell shades so big it covered half her face, and a newly-bought Jisulife fan that roared like a jet engine to stave off the relentless tropical heat.

You? Full three piece suit, secretly drenching your shirt with an ice bucket’s amount of sweat as you held on to tiny bags of Chow Sang Sang and MO&Co. And secretly seething still that Anna refused to use a personal chauffeur in your Orchard Road shopping run on the grounds of wasting time in traffic.

“Goodness, it’s sweltering,” she shook her head, and you held back your death stare before she could turn around. “Charlie, maybe we should go back to the hotel? But it’s not 3PM yet. Room’s still not available.”

“You can wait at the café beside the hotel, ma’am,” you grunted. “Or perhaps the traffic now is bad enough that we’d get there in time while we cool off in the car.”

She gave it thought, sweat beading down her smooth forehead. “You’re right. Call him over.”

While waiting for the van, you took Anna’s hat and replaced it with a much wider umbrella, finally shielding you from the elements. Anna offered you the last sip of her water bottle.

“You’re gonna get dehydrated,” she insisted as you tried to reject it, pushing it into your hand. “I’m too small to bring you to the hospital.”

A little while longer, and she continued asking you questions. “Do you have to wear the suit?”

“Agency policy, ma’am.”

“Really?,” she asked. “Even if your one and only witness is me?”

“Then it’s more a matter of personal dignity, ma’am,” you rebutted. “I get really sweaty.”

She handed you the Jisulife fan she bought earlier, again pushing it into your hands harder than you could reject it. “I’ll have Louise buy some more. They’re really strong.”

After the van finally arrived and ferried you to the hotel — 3:02, as predicted — you finally settled in your room. Peace and quiet.

TANAKA-SAN: Dinner at 6:30PM.

For now.

=====

Perhaps mealtime was the one thing Anna was surprisingly considerate about. Part of her planning always included the question “Where can Charlie eat around here?,” and if that question had a dissatisfying answer she’d demand another option. And thankfully she hadn’t resorted to asking you to eat with her — that was Louise’s job — but she always found a way to get you food.

Today? Hawker-style white chicken near the hotel in Chinatown, while Anna ate at a luxury restaurant on the other side of the block. You scarfed it down as quickly as you could so that you could return to Anna.

TANAKA-SAN: Have you eaten?

CHARLIE: Yes ma’am

TANAKA-SAN: Come back soon. Something’s up

You downed your still hot tea in two gulps and ran. The moment you turned the corner, you understood the situation.

A small crowd of people in cameras formed, not the worst but enough to be a nuisance. As you stepped closer, you heard “Tanaka-san,” a few times, and you knew it was for Anna.

You headed to the back discreetly, went through the employee entrance, and stood in front of Anna, her side previously open to the doorway. With you blocking the way, the camera flashes died down.

The three of you knew the protocol: you guided Anna out the side, Louise would stay behind and settle bills (and takeout if the food was good enough), and you’d escort Anna to a designated pick-up. But today you were alone, and that was increasingly difficult to figure out how to do while keeping her hidden.

You had an idea.

“I’m sorry, Tanaka-san, I’m gonna have to do this,” you warned. You wrapped an arm around her and walked out the other end of an alleyway, slowly walking all around the block to land back at the hawkers you were at previously, or at least around them.

You dragged her with urgency, trying to ignore the very blatant overstep in manhandling her through the crowds. Her perfume almost blinded you, but you looked onward with resolve.

And then you looked down at Anna.

Being the youngest in her detail also made you the closest to her age. That also meant, obviously, her attractiveness was also attached to her proximity in age. All this to say, in simpler terms, she was really fucking pretty, and you were lucky to be her detail (sometimes).

In this moment, she looked at you with fear — doe-eyed, nose-scrunched, heart-stopping fear — and right now, you had to protect her.

“Charlie—”

“It’s not safe yet, ma’am, I’m sorry.”

“Okay, but—,” she forced her shoulders through your arm, “at least let me breathe.”

“Sorry, ma’am.”

A block away and the crowds were cleared.

“It’s clear,” you let go of Anna. “Sorry about that, ma’am.”

“I-I’m fine,” she sighed. “Where’s the fucking driver?”

“A minute out, ma’am.”

“Good.”

In the car, after picking up Louise, the two caught their breaths and debriefed. Anna had just published an investigative work two weeks ago, and the media trail ever since then had been ruthless, questioning her of ghostwriting and ethical standards.

“I get it, I’m not Maria Ressa or Dmitriy Muratov,” she huffed. “But journalism and media is my thing. What’s so foreign about me publishing so randomly?”

“Ma’am, it was your first,” Louise explained. “It’s probably just unexpected of you, and that’s a good thing.”

“Ha! That’ll show them,” she smirked. “That I’m not incapable.”

She got that right.

=====

You walked out of the van, slower than usual as the adrenaline rush had left your bones. Anna looked more drained than distraught; Louise was busy monitoring social media.

You know you shouldn’t have been complacent until you stepped into the lobby, but the sweat and the exhaustion and the long day flooded into your chest all at once. It wasn’t a justification for neglect, but it was reason regardless.

But when the hand reached for Anna’s shoulder, you didn’t think; you just did. You pushed her away from the general direction of the threat, with enough force that the hotel doors swung open to catch her fall. You’ll have to apologize for that later.

And before you, a crazed fan asking for an autograph, who tried to tap her on the shoulder, and instead got an armlock from you.

“Ow ow ow ow! Okay! Sorry! Please let me go!” And you did, leaving his marker and book behind.

You fell to the ground, Anna still on the ground meters away from you. You ran to her, but Louise stopped you.

“Hotel called police. I’ll escort her up. Just hand this,” she rushed, leaving a hastily scribbled number on a torn off page. A lawyer, probably.

What have you done?

=====

You weren’t going to get deported. It took nearly an hour to get the police not to file affray charges, but thank heavens for expensive legal services (and Louise’s quick thinking).

You stood outside your door, very much resigned and ready to hit the sack. But you felt the need to check on Anna; you played back the face of fear she made in your arms, and it drove you to drag your feet to her door.

Deep breath in, and a knock.

“Who is it?”

“Charlie.”

Locks clicked. She opened the door now wearing a pearl-colored nightgown that sat well on her petite frame.

Her face expressed a mix of worry and confusion. “Is something wrong?”

“Nothing, ma’am. Just wanted to check in on you. And report that we’re in the clear.”

“O-okay,” she replied, opening the door. You tried to wave off, but she held your wrist firmly and pulled you in.

You stood together in the doorway, quietly. Her face was still conflicted, like she was thinking about something and couldn’t find the words to say. You stood in respect.

She gingerly reached for your hand, and held it in hers.

“Thank you for protecting me tonight, Charlie,” she replied softly, her voice strangely tender and unsure.

“It’s my job, ma’am.”

“I know,” she sighed. “But I’m sorry.”

Pain. You weren’t sure why you felt it, but your chest pained. Pained at the humble words, at the meekness of her voice. 

“Nothing to apologize for, ma’am.”

And Anna hugged you.

Your arms hovered, unsure if it wanted to fall onto her. You did so slowly, trying not to land a hand improperly, but she pushed herself away in a flash.

“Sorry about that,” she looked away. “I’m just—”

The phone rang, and she walked to the bed and sat by its edge. Under the warm lights her porcelain skin looked hard and sculpted, a marble statue alive.

“Dearest, the hotel staff told us about what happened,” her dad spoke through the phone. “Are you okay?”

“How did you— yes, dad, I’m fine,” Anna scoffed.

“Are you hurt? Have a check-up if—”

“It wasn’t physical, dad,” she cut him off. “Charlie pushed me away in time.”

“Do we need to replace Charlie?,” he groaned. “This was obviously—”

Before you could even get your blood to boil, Anna snarled at her father.

“Absolutely not!,” she began. “Charlie was literally the only one who understood the risks and took care of me properly!,” she pushed, her voice now seething, shaking with frustration.

And in that instant, the simmering in you cooled.

“I told you I would need more security! But no! Charlie made up for my needs! He does not need to be replaced, okay? He is my bodyguard! Mine!,” her voice breaking at the possessives.

“Okay, okay, I apologize for the—”

“Ugh! I’m sorry, dad, I’m physically fine, but really stressed, and this isn’t helping,” she hissed. “Sorry for shouting. But I’m going to hang up now.”

Click.

The room fell silent, which seemed to be a trend with you these past few hours.

Anna huffed and puffed in her place. You slowly walked back to the door, turning around to open it gently.

“Don’t go,” she barked, facing away from your line of sight. You stood in the doorway still, quietly standing.

Were you angry? No. Were you seething? No. In fact, not a single bit of loathing stayed with you.

You felt concern.

“T-Tanaka-san—”

“Anna,” she humphed. “Call me Anna, from now on.”

“Tanaka-san—”

“That’s an order, or something,” she repeated. “Just– please.” Her voice slowly descended into a tone of fragility, crackling at its highest tones.

You walked closer, slowly, until you saw her in full view again. She was faced fully away from you, her jet black hair draped over the pure white sheets.

She sniffled.

You walked up to her and crouched beside the bed, down on one knee. Up close, you could hear and see her body trembling with a whole hailstorm of emotions.

“Ta— um… Anna.”

Her sniffling got stronger. You laid a hand on her shoulder, and she broke down.

She looked at you, eyes red, snot pouring out of her nose, lips trembling as she struggled to say something.

You sat beside her on the bed, removed your blazer, and wrapped an arm around her small frame, enveloped entirely by your grasp. You let her rest her face on your chest.

A lot of tension felt like it was released. Like it spilt all over the floor, a gigantic pool of it by your feet, she wept and wept into your chest.

You felt soft.

Years of deep-seated disappointments seemed to disappear in an instant. Yes, Anna had high standards and little patience, but deep down she knew what — who — she valued. And that she defended you, perhaps the first time to your knowledge, meant something.

You looked down at her, her features bloated by her own distress, and you wiped the strands of hair strewn on her face. She was beautiful even when she wept. And she stared at you, a whole expiatory speech hidden in the twinkling of her eyes: sincerest sorries, fearful explanations, profuse thanks. Instead, she stayed quiet, like her tears drowned out her capacity to uncharacteristically say it.

You let your hand go. She pulled it back to her cheek. You slid it down her jaw, thumb wiping the tears on her cheekbone. She pressed her face into it, harder.

You didn’t think. You just acted.

“Y-you have beautiful eyes, ma’am.” She blinked slowly, her chest rising and falling in your arms.

“You’re very gentle,” she replied, holding your chin between her thumb and pointer fingers.

You leaned in and kissed your boss.

Slow and drawn out. Just one. Then Anna leaned back in, pushing her lips harder into yours. A hand of hers wrapped around the back of your head, pulling you into the bed. You climbed on top of her, elbows dipping into the bed. You ran your arms around her back, through the loose straps of her nightgown, running your hands all over her smooth back. Every inch of her skin molded to your grasp, allowing you to feel the calluses and ridges of your worn palms.

She wrapped her legs around yours, kneeling into the bed. She almost hung upside down on you, begging for your entire weight to rest onto her. She clung like she had no intent of letting go, and barely did until you laid down onto the bed, turning you both to your sides.

All the while, her lips sank into you over and over, each one a message you could only assume she had never told you, until she actually did as you dragged your lips and tongue on her bony neck and jaw.

“F-fuck, you’re so hot,” she muttered. “You’re hot when you’re defensive, so hot when you hold me in your arms. You’re so hot when you’re sweaty and tired.” Each word did numbers on your confidence and inhibitions.

One swipe of her gown and she was fully naked for you, arms and legs fully splayed on the bed, eyes begging still for more of you, to dive in and take all of her.

You hesitated. Already you had broken enough protocols to warrant a performance review by your agency. Already you overstepped so many bounds within earshot of Louise.

Anna reached out and grabbed your shirt, stretching the buttonholes open and undoing the top half caught in her grasp.

“You’re mine,” she whispered. “Claim your reward.”

There was this unacknowledged confidence in her pose, body modeled in full view for your gaze. She was so dainty, so alluringly sure that she was the object of desire and your ravaging her was your heart’s yearning.

Which wasn’t wrong, but still indicative of the cheeky self-centeredness of her own brand. But who’s complaining when she’s giving you a pass?

You unbuttoned your shirt and took off your pants slowly, taking your time, watching Anna wait for you. You were so sure she would quip at your speed, or your smugness; instead, she laid silently, watching her lips tremble as you freed your manhood. Being a bodyguard didn’t require toned fitness, but Anna stared at you like you were a living David yourself — and she, a living Venus.

“Say it again,” you taunted. “That you’re mine.”

She smirked. “I’m not yours, silly. I belong to no one.” She got up, walked to you and stood right in front of you, until her breasts pressed against your chest and your slowly hardening member pressed against her tiny abdomen. “You, on the other hand, are my bodyguard. Mine,” she repeated her earlier declaration. “Don’t get it mixed up.”

“Sorry, Tanaka-san,” you pushed one last time. In response, she grabbed you by your shaft, not squeezing tightly but still holding you very threateningly.

“Again.”

“Sorry, Anna.”

“Better,” she smiled, pulling you gently by your groin to the bed.

She pulled you to lie down, rubbed some liquid on her hands, and started rubbing you down, spreading the slippery compound all over your skin, warm to the touch. She felt your chest in circles, then the ridges of your arms, thumbs running down the fat and muscle and bone.

“I hate this, you know,” she chuckled. “I hate that you make me feel this way. Like I’m so needy. So incapable of controlling myself.” She looked you dead in the eyes. “But you’re mine now. You’ve always been mine. I’ll make sure I have you.” Her lips curled.

You should have been afraid. But the rawness of it all, the unfettered and uncensored side of hot young superior literally baring it all, had you erect.

Anna reveled as your length grew.

“I know your name isn’t Charlie,” she hissed, hands moving toward your shaft, wrapping all ten fingers around you. “But it’s my name for you. And it’ll be your name with me.”

She started stroking, twisting her hands with every upstroke. She rubbed her thumbs against your frenulum, making circles around the ridges until it tickled. You smiled in pleasure, trying not to give away too much of your enjoyment.

“I love how your cock feels in my hands,” she smirked. “So fucking big. Gonna stretch me out so wide. And it’s all mine,” she said, a light giggle at her last word.

She moved a hand to your balls, oiling it up and massaging them. She could tell how long it had been since you’d rubbed one out, and she was pleased with how much she got to work with tonight.

“I know you hate this job,” she chuckled, mouth falling into a scowl. “I know I’m a lot. I know you have to deal with me every single day.” She spat on your tip, the hot glob rapidly cooling. “So I want you to fuck me like you hate me. Fuck me the way I deserve to be.”

She stuck her tongue out and hovered her gaping mouth over your tip, making a full gesture of sinking to your cock and taking you in. You could feel the edges of her maw rub your girth, filling her tiny mouth wide.

She bobbed her head while stroking you with both clasped hands underneath, never taking you all the way to the back of her throat. But with the drool spilling out and the tightness of her grip, it felt unreal how in command she was of your reactions — and how uncontrollable you were for her by your sheer size against her.

Still she kept at it, hands and mouth stroking you. She hummed until your tip vibrated, kept her grasp firm until each knuckle massaged your length just the right way. You were hers alright — every ounce, every inch, every pound of you belonged to her and her alone, especially in this moment with no one else to see.

She spat, dribble oozing and foaming at the edges of her mouth, until she let go of you and stroked at full speed, hands still clasped together.

“Ohhh, shit, Anna,” you mumbled. She leaned over, your tip grazing the middle of her tits as she stroked.

“Say my name.”

“Anna.”

“Again,” she commanded. “I’m gonna make you remember my name.”

“Anna, Anna, fuck!”

You gritted your teeth and shut your eyes, waiting for release, but it never came. Anna stopped stroking entirely, waddling on her knees to align herself right over you. Your tip hit her folds as you bucked, edged almost painfully.

“You cum when and where I tell you to, Charlie,” she grinned, aligning her core over you and sitting slowly. God, she was tight: tight enough that as it pressed against the sides of your length it felt like you were going to rip her open, tight enough that you swore she’d tear up in pain.

She didn’t. She teared up, mouth twitching, but she smiled the whole way.

“Hold me.”

You placed your hands on her hips, thumbs resting on her tight abdomen. You felt them: hard. Toned. All those light night hours at the gym when you begged for her to wrap up sooner yielded this sculpted masterpiece.

She leaned back on your shins and gyrated her hips, and you were undone.

It was magical. She moved so slowly it should never have felt like anything. And yet with how tight her grip and how deep the rolling of her hips was, you groaned and laughed uncontrollably.

“Oh fuck, Anna, fuck,” you moaned.

“Like that, baby, keep saying my name,” she giggled.

“Yes, Anna, fuck yes, fuck.”

She ground you hard a few times. “Use your words, Charlie.”

“F-fuck, can’t—”

She leaned over and started twerking her hips up and down your length. Her abs and her legs did all the work while she towered her tiny frame over your chest. She was so tiny she could barely reach your face, yet she loomed over you, in full control of every synapse and nerve in below your neck.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck, you’re so big, yes!,” she squealed. She bounced on you until each contact of skin clapped throughout the room. She rode you, not stopping once, even when her legs and her abdomen crumpled from pleasure and exhaustion.

You sat up, supporting her with your legs and clinging to her with your arms braced across her sweaty back, and ground your hips into each other.

“Fuck! So deep! So fucking deep!,” she squealed in your ear. “Fuck! Yes, Charlie, yes!”

You groaned, and heaved, and laughed, whatever was forced out of your mouth by Anna’s mastery of you. You’d barely known anything past her timetable and yet here she was, undoing you like gift wrapping.

“You wanna cum?,” she teased. “You can cum inside me.”

“N-no, ma’am.”

“Do it,” she giggled. “Knock me up. Cause a scandal. Ruin my name.” She whispered in your ears. “Where I go, you follow. You’re mine. Your cock is fucking mine. Your seed is fucking mine.”

You tore her off you and tossed her onto the bed, stroking yourself to completion while she scrambled to you. She wrestled your hands away from your shaft, twisting your length right over her face.

“I’m gonna cum—”

“Paint me” was her last command.

Spurt after spurt shot out of you and over Anna’s chiseled face. She rubbed your tip left and right over her lips, each strand of release covering another square inch of her face. You felt your balls wrung completely as you collapsed onto the bed. Anna sat on the other side, panting in glee.

A drop fell into her mouth, and she spat it out with a wince. But she still felt the warm load all over her face, and caught her breath with a satisfied grin the entire time.

You look like you ruined her. She smiled like you made her beautiful. And she was, claimed as yours — or perhaps, you and all of you on her as hers.

“Good job, Charlie,” she smiled. “How does it feel having fucked your boss?”

“Tanaka-san, please—” you mumbled, slipping up. She reached for your length and stroked rapidly. “Ah, ahh! Anna! Anna!”

She stopped, giggling at your desperation. “You’re mine.”

She got off the bed and walked to the bathroom, stopping at the doorway and looking back. Her tight ass peaked at the end of her curvy waist, her eyes low and still caked by your seed.

“Wash me up, babe.”

You got up too, rolled your shoulders, slicked your hair back, and sighed. Not exasperation this time — Thrill. Amusement. A deeper sense of ease.