#chaeyoung

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Tzuyu stood and went with Dahyun, who was still shivering with her legs fully spread from the orgasm IU had given her.

"She k-kissed me," the pale girl stuttered at the touch of the maknae.

"I think she did way more than that," the tall woman smirked, kneeling to lick her folds, inhaling Dahyun's musk and admiring the little puddle of squirt on her white butt.

"Tzuyu, we haven't really…"

"Do you want to?" The tanned woman chuckled, raising her eyebrows as she crawled over Dahyun, watching her nod shyly.

Gently, Tzuyu leaned to kiss her. Just a brush of the lips, waiting for her to confirm if she really desired to continue. One second of doubt, and Dahyun stretched her neck to follow along, giggling as their lips finally joined for one profound kiss.

Hearing Seungdae's voice in the back, the maknae got her knees up on the couch, using her massive thighs to keep Dahyun's equally meaty legs spread, letting her torso get as close to her friend as possible, causing both of them to laugh when they felt their nipples caressing each other's skin.

Carrying Chaeyoung with one arm, he turned to see Tzuyu's tanned ass and pussy contrasting with Dahyun's pale butt and pink folds. "You have no idea how much I wanted to see that," he told the slim woman in his arms.

"Can you manage the three of us?" She grinned devilishly.

"Only one way to find out," he laughed, carefully placing Chaeyoung on the couch, at Dahyun's right, before kneeling to caress Tzuyu's ass while her hands ran all over her sensitive friend. While the tattooed woman leaned to witness her friends' lips kissing, making both of them flush at her not-so-subtle presence, Seungdae's tongue tickled her lover's puckered hole.

The now familiar sensation triggered in both a rush of lust, causing the man to devour Tzuyu's butt, while the maknae pulled Chaeyoung for a fervent kiss. With their previous makeout session, where IU ate the woman's pierced cunt, the two younger members had lost any restraint with each other, surprising Dahyun with their bites and giggles.

Swaying her ass, Tzuyu guided the kiss to the pale woman's lips, again, seeing a bit of doubt in her movements, but quickly adapting to Chaeyoung's plump lips, even pulling her to bite her properly. Satisfied with the up-close show, she moved to kiss Dahyun's neck, giggling at her gasps of surprise as her small hand grabbed the maknae's hair.

Seungdae moved down to those precious folds he had come to memorize. Even though he wanted to go further down to please Dahyun, he could not help but get lost in Tzuyu's nectar, gently kissing her outer lips before spreading her inner petals to take a deep lick of her walls. With his hands running down to the pale woman, slowly sliding down to her groin, he gave one last tour through the tall woman's pussy, planting a few kisses on her clit as a way to tell her he'll return to her.

He felt the incredible heat and delicious musk emanating from Dahyun. The puddle of squirt was still there. Eager, he sipped it, savoring the result of Jieun's fingers doing her magic on those beautiful pink folds. 'Time to drink from the fountain,' he thought, kissing her inner thighs, slowly getting closer and closer to her cunt until his tongue ran through her slit.

Her instant moan triggered flashbacks of the afternoon they shared. From the moment she stripped naked, revealing her tiny waist and child-bearing hips, to her belly bulging, and her screams asking him to cum inside her.

The more he ate her, the more he felt his energy coming back, and the more his tongue swirled through her creases and her clit. Just like that time, it seemed that a direct lick to her sensitive bean wiped away any self-restraint she had.

In a second, Dahyun's breathing could be heard. She had taken Chaeyoung by her cheeks, taking her meaty lips for a lustful kiss, leaving her hands free to roam on her friend's bodies, finally giving herself the chance to play with their pierced nipples, pinching and pulling them as hard as her delicate digits could.

"Can I— Can I taste your pussy?" Dahyun panted in the slim woman's lips, sliding a finger through the ring on her nipple to pull her closer to her.

"Only if I can taste yours," Chaeyoung grinned, biting her lips. Since Tzuyu heard them, she pulled Dahyun for another kiss before sitting on the couch to give them space. "My turn," the tattooed woman smirked to Seungdae while Dahyun wiggled her way to rest her head comfortably, staying close to Tzuyu's thighs.

With the maknae's gentle petting and the man's impressed but approving nod, she got ready to welcome Chaeyoung's pierced petals into her mouth. Dahyun's eyes widened, surprised by how much her tongue could pull the rings, but mostly because of the one piercing on the hood of her friend's clit.

"I still remember the first time I played with it," Tzuyu smirked flirtily at Seungdae, wiggling her ass.

"Truly an unforgettable experience," he replied, spanking those tanned buttcheeks and rubbing his shaft against her drenched slit. "You want to see them, don't you?"

"How did you know?" The maknae grunted, impaling herself on his length, and stretching her back to pull his head to her neck.

"I know what my angel likes," he whispered, kissing the spot behind her left ear while his right hand pressed on her lower abdomen, feeling his own cock move as she swayed her hips.

"I love it when you call me that," Tzuyu giggled, keeping her eyes on Chaeyoung's lower back as she leaned to lick Dahyun's folds.

"My angel?" He chuckled, holding her as close to his own body as he could. "That's what you are."

"Are you sure IU sunbaenim doesn't mind?" She moaned, letting him guide her hand to her womb.

"That I call you my angel or that I'm fucking you?" He grinned, thrusting harder into the tall woman.

"Both," she let out in a gasped moan, unable to hide her smile.

Seungdae held Tzuyu's jaw and turned her to behold Jeongyeon's multitasking skills, scissoring with Nayeon and making out with Jihyo, both busty women fiercely pulling each other's nipples while the older girl chuckled at them. Then, she looked down to find IU, lying flat on the floor, legs spread with Sana eating her cunt, Momo making her suck her nipple, and Mina sitting on her hand.

"This was all her idea. She wanted us all to go wild," he explained as he fucked her, slowly increasing his pace. "Trust me, she likes you. You've got nothing to fear."

His words soothed any worry in her system. Ogling at the way her sunbae was used by the three Japanese members, but also lusting over Dahyun and Chaeyoung, Tzuyu melted in his embrace. "Fuck me," she demanded, twisting her torso to bite his lip before getting on all fours.

Her pussy was already used to accommodating him from all angles, gripping onto his girth for almost as long as she wanted to. The immediate ramming was exactly what she wanted.

Dahyun saw that in Tzuyu's trembling eyes as her smile showed pleasure and satisfaction. Locking eyes with the maknae only drove the pale woman's lust even higher. While she tried to focus on playing with Chaeyoung's piercings and enjoy the way she was licking her folds, Dahyun could not help but remember the striking visuals of Seungdae's cock making her belly bulge when he fucked her.

The more vividly the memories hit her, the more she craved it. Still fixed on Tzuyu's eyes, her hand reached the tall woman's navel, pressing it to feel the man's tip hitting right below it with every hard thrust.

The lovers noticed her hunger. Seungdae went even harder, making their flesh clap as he shoved his full length into the maknae every time. Tzuyu arched her lower back to give him full access to her insides, biting her lower lip, making her whimpers sound as arousing as possible.

"Tzu…" Dahyun managed to whine, biting Chaeyoung's rings, pulling her inner lips.

"Yes?" Tzuyu replied teasingly, raising her eyebrows and leaning toward her face.

"Can I?" She asked, making the tattooed woman stop, turn back to see what was happening, and understand right away.

A deep moan came out from the maknae. "Can you what?" She insisted as Seungdae increased his speed and Dahyun's fingers hugged the outline of his girth.

"Can he fuck me?" She battled to request. Seungdae slammed his manhood into Tzuyu and stayed there, leaning toward both women.

"Don't stop until she cums," the tall woman told him, turning to kiss his lips, clenching her walls as he slid out of her pussy. "Enjoy it," she added as Chaeyoung moved from Dahyun, allowing them to kiss.

"Can I go next?" Chaeyoung asked him with a wide grin, quickly gasping at the sudden pull on her nipple rings.

"Just like last time?" He wondered, biting her plump lower lip. She nodded, feeling his fingers run through her folds to play with her adornments. "And how do you want it?" He turned to see an eager Dahyun, kneeling on the sofa.

"Hard." No doubt in Dahyun's words, just thirst and hunger.

The next thing she knew, her knees were pressing against her boobs, and Seungdae was already carrying her in the air as he sat on the couch, aligning his shaft, drenched in Tzuyu's nectar, right at her entrance.

They locked eyes. Despite the clear fear in her face, she nodded quickly, and he let her fall on his length. Both grunted, instantly hugging each other.

"Do it," Dahyun let out, trembling as her walls gripped onto his girth right before he fucked her as hard as he was fucking Tzuyu mere moments ago. There was no need to see her belly or touch it; she felt his cock rearrange her insides at every pounding, hitting her cervix at first, and then fucking its way to her fornix, scratching his back more and more every second.

Seungdae felt time dilate around him. Loving the way Dahyun's walls felt around his shaft at every strong movement, he spotted Jieun fully locked between the Japanese members, too lost in her pleasure to notice anything around her, too close to her climax to care. Then he noticed the two younger members leering at him and Dahyun, as if awaiting instructions. Hugging Dahyun with both arms and grabbing her meaty ass, he called them.

Chaeyoung went to his left, forcing Dahyun to look up. They smiled at each other, sharing the understanding that they needed to feel their insides stretched and reshaped. Both stared at each other's lips until they kissed.

Tzuyu, however, let herself admire Dahyun's butt rippling as her lover fucked her. She got closer to his right, sitting to kiss him while her right hand went between her friend's buttcheeks. First, she spread her digits around his girth, taking a bit of the pale woman's juices to cover her digits. Then, she let her fingers wander on that pink pucker hole, already slightly stretched by Seungdae's girth.

The first digit getting into her rectum made her hum in confusion, but the second one made her grunt and tremble. "That's another first for today," the maknae giggled, moving her fingers in and out of Dahyun's ass, leaning to kiss her lover.

The instant clench and added bounce from Dahyun pushed Seungdae closer to his climax, but the glance of Jieun, experiencing her own orgasm, trying her best not to explode in Sana's face, added the arousal that called for him to announce it.

"Where?" He grunted while Tzuyu bit his lip, keeping him close to her.

"Inside," Dahyun whimpered, feeling Chaeyoung pinching her nipple.

"For real?" Seungdae turned, going harder on the pale woman without noticing it.

"Fill me," she nodded, lusting in his eyes. "I want to feel it," she added with a smile, a moment before being pulled by Chaeyoung for another kiss, the same as Tzuyu did with him.

He could tell Dahyun was also close. Trusting in his own ability and the helping hands of the two women at his sides, he allowed himself to feel his orgasm approaching, hugging the pale woman as hard as her walls hugged his manhood, and getting drunk on Tzuyu's lips.

Dahyun knew what was coming, but the added twist on her nipple and fingers in her butthole intensified the warm explosion on her insides. The sensation of his semen spurting right against her cervix triggered her animalistic side, making her grind over his shaft until her own climax arrived, squeezing every remaining bit of sperm that was inside of him.

Without breaking her kiss with Chaeyoung, which served to calm her down from her orgasm, she felt Tzuyu's fingers slipping out of her ass. Even through her shivering, she purposefully clenched her cunt to feel his load spread inside of her.

Seungdae was surprised by the maknae's fingers joining their make-out session, bringing a slightly bitter taste coming from Dahyun's rectum. Once the flavor was gone, Tzuyu continued kissing him, giggling at his curious eyes.

He was scanning the panorama around him, primarily Jieun having her pussy eaten by Mina, keeping her on the edge of another climax. Then he noticed Momo looking for a good dildo to attach to the strap Sana and Nayeon were helping her adjust.

"No, use that one," he instructed, pointing to the toy shaped like two realistic cocks, one slightly larger than the other, merged by their undersides, clearly designed for one hole. His words left the members in disbelief. "She's taken Jongsuk and me at the same time; she can handle that," he stated, winking at IU. She shook her head, laughing with him from afar while the attentive members were awed by his comment.

While Sana pulled Nayeon for a kiss, and Momo made Mina stand up by shoving a few fingers up her ass before carrying a weakened Jieun to fuck her, Seungdae took Dahyun's face, staring at her eyes. A gentle nod, and he kissed her.

"You feel great," he chuckled, clenching his manhood inside of her.

"It feels even better without all the stress," she giggled, contracting her walls, embarrassed by her friend's laughs.

"My turn to eat her," Tzuyu grinned, locking eyes with Dahyun.

"His turn to use me," Chaeyoung smiled devilishly, pushing him to the corner of the couch while the maknae took the pale woman to make her lie on the other end of the sofa.

"Clench all you want, but I'm taking that load out of you," the tall woman warned Dahyun as she kissed her body, neck to pussy, ready to savor her friend.

"Mister?" The tattooed girl sat on her legs, obediently waiting for his instructions.

Scoffing at the marvelous sight that she was, but not wanting to miss a second of his girlfriend getting fucked by Momo and Mina while they had her eat Sana's cunt, he let his back rest on the couch. "Ass up here," he commanded.

Chaeyoung grinned and obeyed, placing her legs over her shoulders, facing down to his cock until she wiggled her way so her pussy brushed his mouth. He pushed her back, letting her torso rest on his, and her mouth get his semi-hard dick within reach. Happily, she took his shaft with both hands and began licking his glans, ensuring he would feel her plump lips with every frequent kiss.

Seungdae used the time to relax and eat Chaeyoung's pierced cunt, going over each ring, leaving the one on her hood at the end, all while he witnessed Momo stretching IU's walls and Mina's trickery hands play with the soloist's butthole.

He took a moment to admire Chaeyoung's pussy. Her inner lips, hanging wherever the weight of the rings dictated, and the piercing on the hood of her clit, revealing her small bean, stimulating it every time his tongue moved it to either side.

He breathed her musk. He didn't know what it was about her, but even if she wasn't so willing to be treated like a rag doll, her scent alone awakened the need to fuck her as wildly as possible. Inhaling her directly from her folds and her tight asshole, in addition to the show happening on the other couch, brought back his full erection, causing Chaeyoung to grip his girth tightly to maintain it on her mouth.

Taking advantage of her eagerness, Seungdae hugged her hips tightly and reached for her hair. He felt her giggle as her mouth opened wider, letting him force his shaft into her throat, even though the position and the curvature of his length made it way more difficult than the last time.

She battled, unconsciously making his dick thicker by gripping onto it tightly until her gagging and retching produced enough spit for one final push to allow her throat to engulf his whole manhood.

There, losing the fight with her reflexes, unable to move or breathe, and getting more blood to her head, Chaeyoung wondered how many times Seungdae had used her sunbae's throat just like he was using hers. Right there, while she watched IU's holes fucked by that double dildo and now an extra toy in her butthole, courtesy of Mina, who caught her lusting.

The loving eyes of her girlfriend and her beautiful gummy smile served as an extra drive to handle the cock in her throat. Motivated to make her beloved proud, Chaeyoung bobbed her head, triggering a series of hard thrusts from the man, bringing tears to her cheeks until he grabbed her hair and pulled her all the way to his face. The thick thread of drool hung all the way from her mouth, through her torso, down to his dick, now brushing her folds.

Between the gasps, an unintentional laugh, and her heart pounding through her chest, she could not cough. Still, her eyes remained on Mina, who, shocked by the abrupt maneuver, let go of the dildo she was using on IU and took the chance to quickly shove Seungdae's replica up the soloist's ass, smiling back at Chaeyoung.

"Do you know what I like so much about you?" Seungdae whispered, running his hand through her soft tummy all the way up to her firm, pierced tits, her slim neck, and her pretty face, spreading her thick spit all over her.

Chaeyoung smirked, gawking at Mina, knowing she loved to see her degraded. "My small size next to your big cock? My tight pussy dripping for you?" She asked him, grinding over his shaft, letting her back press against his warm skin as his hand covered her face in drool. "My dick-sucking lips all over you?" She added, turning to see his face, purposefully exhaling to his nose.

"All of the above," he replied, pulling her for a sloppy kiss. "But I was thinking of how incredibly obedient you are."

"Mhmm," she let out on his lips, taking his slippery meat against her adorned slit. "You can use me however you want," Chaeyoung grinned playfully.

"Then don't cum until I tell you," He ordered, pulling her whole frame over the tip of his manhood right as Jieun turned to see him. "No matter what."

Chaeyoung grunted as he slowly lowered her, forcing her to feel every part of her walls stretching to take his girth and his length, locking eyes in the process until another tear ran down her face, this time because of the pleasure she felt. When his glans hit her cervix, the pain started, but he pushed her down, bringing a wave of chills through her system as he made his way to her posterior fornix, allowing for the rest of his meat to enter her body.

"F-Fine," She chuckled after her folds touched his groin, feeling her cunt on fire due to the stretching and the pleasure she was subjected to. With troubled breathing, she let herself be played with, whimpering as quietly as she could so they could hear IU's self-produced grunts after the soloist forced her ass to take the girthy dildo attached to Momo's strap.

The added pinching on Chaeyoung's nipples made her aware of her own actions and her surroundings. She noticed her hips were rocking on their own, taking his length back inside her pussy as soon as he pulled out. Her nails dug into his thighs, but he had her firmly grabbed by her tits. One, massaging her left boob, the other, playing with her piercing, pulling the ring to pinch her nub from below the metal piece.

Around her, she found more depravity. At her left, the familiar picture of Tzuyu's thick thighs and tanned folds as she shared a deep kiss with Dahyun. This time, passing the load Seungdae had deposited on the pale woman's cunt some minutes ago from mouth to mouth.

In front of her, the older members were eating each other's pussies. Jihyo was lying on the couch's armrest with her legs fully spread to allow Nayeon to lick and finger her cunt. The oldest member was in a perfect doggy style position, offering her slit to Jeongyeon, who was grabbing her friend's meaty butt to devour that fat pussy.

The three of them had their eyes fixed on IU, now turned into a bitch in heat, moving her own hips against Momo's relentless thrusts and locking Sana into place to drown in her folds. Chaeyoung then saw Mina's thighs below their busty friend. She knew that face; her girlfriend was already in a trance to explore more of their sunbae's limits, and nothing external would get her out of that state.

Chuckling, she let her focus return to the manhood using her pussy. Chaeyoung rested her back on his warm chest and turned to see his face, forcing him to look at her. "M-more," she begged, whimpering with a weak smile.

"You really love being in here, don't you?" He growled; she nodded. "No cumming until I say so, remember?" She cried at his words, nodding quickly. "Such an adorable fuck doll you are," he grinned, choking her tightly with his left hand, actually blocking her pipe as he rammed her cunt.

Both got carried away by their own sensations as they enjoyed the show the Japanese members were giving everyone, using IU to a level not even Seungdae had witnessed in person. His free hand ran through her slim frame, going through her tits, to her adorned nipples, to her cute stomach, until his fingers slid down to her trimmed bush to find her most useful enhancement.

"Mhmmm!" Chaeyoung cried, feeling him pull the ring on her hooded clit to reveal her sensitive bean, using the tip of his finger to rub it directly. She gasped right away, feeling her whole existence thrown towards the doors of her climax. "M-more," she moaned, barely audible as the grip on her neck tightened and his thrusts intensified.

As much as she wanted to focus on her sunbae, trying to imagine how insanely good she must feel, Chaeyoung felt her own body crossing the line to her orgasm. Obediently, she put all of her energy into stopping it, clenching her whole core as if that would make it easier.

Seungdae, however, was a lost cause. Not only was he physically absorbed by the tattooed woman's tight grip on his length, but he was also enchanted by Jieun's animalistic moans. The harder they fucked his girlfriend, the harder he fucked Chaeyoung without even realizing it, at least until the short woman suddenly began trembling with her whole body.

Her climax was already there, present, flooding her body, but still, she held it back. She could feel it growing inside every pore and every nerve. The lack of air did not help. Her eyes could barely focus on IU drowning in Sana's squirt, just like she was getting drowned in the immense pleasure that was building inside of her.

She saw her sunbae's lower half tweak so hard that Momo had trouble keeping the huge dildo buried in IU's asshole.

Things got blurry. One moment, the actress was on her knees, the next one, she was on the floor, convulsing and squirting with the round head of a magic wand fully shoved in her pink cunt.

Seungdae was almost in a similar state to his girlfriend, going crazy on her, ravaging her pussy, inside and out, adding more and more to hold in her small frame.

Then, IU stood up. Chaeyoung battled to continue admiring her sunbae, almost stumbling with every step of her shaky legs. She grinned, watching her walk towards them, with her cunt firmly gripping a magic wand buzzing from within. IU was soaking in Sana's squirt, and a mixture of fluids dripped through her inner thighs. Her firm tits bounced at every wobbly step. She was broken, used, drunk in her own lust. To Chaeyoung's eyes, the idol had never looked more beautiful, never more perfect.

"Fuck it!" She heard Seungdae growl as his thrusts became shorter with the same amount of force inside her pussy. "Cum now!" He commanded her, flooding her walls with the heat of his seed.

Chaeyoung, however, was too focused on IU to process his order and the fact that Tzuyu and Momo had helped the actress get close to them. The short woman weakly linked eyes with her sunbae, raising her arms for her, yearning for more of her attention.

At the touch of IU's hand, Chaeyoung let go of her own climax, the one she had obediently contained for Seungdae.

No longer in control of herself, she shuddered in place, squirting her juices at every twitch of his manhood inside her cunt. Even with that, Chaeyoung still tried to erase the space between her and IU, unaware that her slender hands pressed the soloist's hypersensitive flesh, catching her tits and instinctively twisting her nipples as she pulled her towards them.

She felt IU's delicate lips brush her own, sending more and more waves of electricity through her frame, adding a more intense twirl on her hands, keeping her sunbae as close to her as possible with her stiff wrists as she felt her walls overflowing with his load, covering every part of her womb with his sperm.

"God…" Seungdae panted, holding both women in his arms, already lying on the couch after his girlfriend fell on them thanks to Chaeyoung. Jieun let go of the tattooed girl's lips to meet her boyfriend's eyes.

Squirming, Chaeyoung witnessed IU's warm smile towards him. She recognized herself in the actress, seeking reassurance from her partner after an intense session.

"I love you so fucking much," he chuckled, kissing IU gently.

"Slutty s-side and all?" Jieun asked him, still trembling and releasing a whimper as Chaeyoung, still high on the aftermath of her climax, captured her nipple in her mouth.

"Every side of you, including the slutty one," he scoffed, kissing her again, twitching his cock inside the short woman.

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Author's note: Of course, if you want more of this, you can read the whole orgy here. But yeah, this is the last bit of smut I needed to get out of my system to jump into the next thing. I really hope you enjoyed it, but all I got to say is, man, I love writing Chaeyoung... After writing TPT (and all the Chae content I've consumed), she's jumped into my top three along with Tzuyu and Mina. This means, of course, there will be more of her. If you've followed the timeline with their releases, you can imagine what will be her next big fic of mine.

Your girlfriend Chaeyoung was stunning. Dating her was a daily lesson in humility. Whenever you went out in public, you could feel the collective “How?” radiating from every person you met. Everyone would look at her like she was royalty and you would look like you were the one who kidnapped her. 

You didn’t blame them. She looked like a runway model even while she slept. The messier she was, the more angelic she felt, and she only needed a little effort to look stunning. 

But for Chaeyoung, her face was also an insecurity. She was convinced that her incapability of looking cute (which wasn’t true) meant that your parents would never take her seriously. 

“They’ll think I’m a rascal,” she’d say, pacing around the apartment. “They will never accept me as your girlfriend. They’ll think I’m just some heartbreaker.”

The anxiety reached an all-time peak in the week leading up to the day she’d meet her parents. By saturday she was an unstable bomb waiting to explode. It was exhausting just watching her. Every time your phone buzzed, she’d rush out convinced it was your mother calling to cancel the day or worse, to interview her over the phone. You tried to soothe her but eventually the sound of her frantic rambling became white noise that lulled you into an accidental nap on her couch.

You had finally awakened from your nap a couple of hours later, thinking she had finally stopped. Stretching your stiff limbs to get rid of the pains of the couch, you got up and looked for some water. You dragged your feet to the kitchen and poured yourself a glass. As you drank, you could hear some rustling from the other side of the hallway. 

It sounded like clothes being thrown and beaten. You took a sip and started walking towards it. There was nobody else in the house but your girlfriend so surely it must have been her.

You stopped dead in front of the room and were left with your eyes wide open. There was a giant mountain of clothes on the ground—shirts, pants, dresses flung everywhere, dangling from the shelves and sliding off the edge of the bed. In fact, it was so full that there wasn’t any more space left on the floor, and some stray garments had found their way onto her head.

“Chaeyoung, what are you doing?” you asked, scanning the room to find stuff everywhere.

Your girlfriend blew a stray lock of hair out of her face and sighed. She slouched against the rolling chair, forgetting it was indeed a rolling chair that… rolls, so it just slid off, and she fell down on her back.

“Argh!” she exclaimed and kicked her legs at the pile of clothes out of pure frustration. “I don’t know what to wear!”

“You’re stressed about tomorrow?”

“Of course! Why would I not be?” she shot back.

“Don’t worry, Chae, just wear whatever,” you said, taking another casual sip of your water.

“Oh, it’s so easy to say for you!” she yelled and got back up. “I’ll see how you’ll act when it’s your time to meet my parents.”

“I will just wear a nice shirt,” you commented dryly, which seemed to upset her even more.

She crossed her arms up, her beautiful eyes narrowing at you. “Okay, I’ll try some stuff, and you tell me how it is. Be honest, alright?”

“Alright,” you agreed.

“Go out, let me change,” she said after getting up and pushing you out.

“It’s not like I can see you under that pile of clothes anyway—” you tried to reason before she closed the door.

You went back to the kitchen to put the glass away and came back to stand in front of the door, pacing around and staring at the wall, listening to the muffled sounds of zippers, frustrated groans and the occasional hanger flying into the wall.

As soon as you caught a glimpse of your girlfriend, air completely fled from your lungs. A floor-length, long-sleeved floral dress draped over her frame. The thin fabric had a pure white glow while the red roses painted it with vivid spots of love.

With her sharp, striking features, the simple dress didn’t look plain at all.

“Uhm,” you started, desperately trying to collect your thoughts. “What are you going for here?”

“Sweet girl next door? I look like I make my own butter, it’s perfect,” Chaeyoung said, brushing some strands of her hair behind her ears, an action that revealed itself to be more lethal than she thought.

“The next door must be heaven, because you look like an angel.” 

She shot you a mean, angry glare, smoothing her dress on her stomach. “It’s no time for jokes!”

She looked down at the white fabric. “Look at it. It’s basically a tent. It has no shape whatsoever.”

“Well, no, you don’t really look like a ‘sweet girl’, to be honest…”

“Wh-why not?” Chaeyoung said worriedly. To prove her point, she did a stiff, awkward twirl, turning her back to you. “It’s just a cylinder.”

As she turned, the supposedly shapeless fabric caught on the curve of her hips. The thin, silky material draped right over the butt, clinging just enough to perfectly accentuate the exact shape of it. She looked like the breathtaking, painfully pretty heroine of a historical drama—specifically designed to ruin men’s lives.

All the teasing died in your throat. You just stood there in the hallway, opening and closing your mouth like a dumb fish out of water.

“It looks conservative,” she continued, looking over her shoulder at you. “Your mom will definitely think I’m—”

Chaeyoung stopped and saw your still expression aimed at her lower half. Her eyes narrowed. She turned around and saw her reflection in the full-length mirror behind her.

“Oh, you must be kidding me,” she groaned. She reached back and desperately tried to puff out the fabric, but as soon as she let go, they settled right back onto her curves. “Why is it doing that?”

“I… uh…” you mumbled.

“Don’t even say it,” she said, raising her index at you.

“It’s not going to work. You’re still way too pretty.”

“Ugh! Okay, let’s do another one.”

She stomped back into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her, leaving you alone in the hallway to recover.

A few minutes later, she stepped out, and your brain entirely short-circuited. You could pretty much hear the cables in your brain frying, sizzling, popping, while smoke poured out of your ears.

She was in a suit. It was a whole look. She was wearing her black stockings that drew attention to the length of her legs, partially covered by a sharp pencil skirt, and ended with a crisp white button-down shirt and a loosely tied necktie.

At this point, you were drooling.

“So?” she asked, putting her hands on her hips and tilting her head.

“I would so fuck the shit out of you.”

“Oh my god!” She threw her hands in the air, causing the tight shirt to pull against her chest. “You can’t stay serious.” 

You were truly, in all honesty and with maximum effort, trying to stay serious. This was your way of remaining grounded and sane. Actually, you were lucky she didn’t put on any makeup because that would have been the end of you. Her face was totally bare, her hair messy from the outfit changes, if she had paired the suit with red lips? Yeah would be on the floor.

“Chae, there’s no way you actually tried with this one. Are you doing it on purpose? Is this a test?”

“What’s so bad?” she whined, stomping her foot, in a strangely cute manner, which only confused your brain more. “I’m trying to look like a banker. So your mom can take me seriously. Do I look serious?”

“You look… you do look serious.” You swallowed hard, your eyes darting down to her stockings and then right back up to her face. “Uhm. Like one of those serious, confident, sexy secretaries who blackmail the CEO.”

“Fuck you. I’m throwing this out.” She grabbed the collar of her shirt, ready to rip it off.

“No, no, no, no, please!” you pleaded, lunging forward with zero dignity and grabbing her hands. “It looks too good! I didn’t even know you had any of this! Please, you have to wear it again for me later! I am literally begging you.”

“Fine! Fine! Get off me, you weirdo!” she huffed. Despite her tone and eye roll, a blush crept up her cheek. She liked the compliment, even if it completely ruined her plan. She placed her hands flat against your chest and shoved you back out into the hallway.

“Sorry,” you stated, going back to your stupid, stiff stance like a dog waiting at the door.

“I can go for something more casual.”

“Sure.”

When the door opened for the third time, she emerged wearing a mustard-yellow cardigan and a matching shell top, buttoned up to her very collarbone. It was paired with a longer skirt, and to tie the whole thing together, she had put on a pair of thick-rimmed reading glasses.

You were already a sucker for girls in glasses, but seeing them on your girlfriend's perfect nose was a lethal combination.

She pushed the frames up her nose. “This way she can think I’m smart, right? I look like a librarian.”

“We’re not getting any reading done with you dressed like that.”

“Gosh, not even this?!” She groaned, dragging a hand down her face. “It’s cute! It’s completely covered up!”

“No, Chae. It’s incredibly hot.”

“I even buttoned it all the way up.”

“You can hide your chest, but you can’t hide those curves,” you say, gesturing to her waist.

“Fuck, I really need to dumb this down.”

She retreated for the fourth time. When she returned, she was wearing a pastel pink polo shirt tucked stiffly into a pair of pleated khaki pants.

“Come on now,” she pleaded, gesturing to herself. “This is the standard suburban mom outfit. Your mom will take one look at me and think I’m the perfect, boring wife.”

“Mom, yeah. Milf, definitely.”

“What!”

“You did not dumb it down. Y-you look like a model from Vogue, where did you even get this?”

“I got it from the thrift shop!” she cried, looking genuinely distressed.

“It must be you then,” you sighed. “You make everything look good.”

“I give up!”

She disappeared into the bedroom one last time. For her final trick, she didn’t even bother with her own clothes. Instead, she chose one of your sweaters that she stole a long time ago. It was an old chunky knit sweater and a perfectly standard pair of blue jeans.

She didn’t try to style it but the sweater naturally draped in a way that was effortlessly chic, showing a hint of her collarbone. The jeans hugged her hips perfectly. She was comfortably, naturally gorgeous. 

Defeated, Chaeyoung gave you a slow, lifeless spin and then slumped sideways against the doorframe, letting her head thunk against the wood.

“This is it. I surrender,” she sighed, her voice small. “This is the most boring clothing in the apartment, and it’s still not enough. Your mom is going to take one look at me and think I’m a rascal who’s going to ruin her son’s life.”

You softened and smiled. You stepped closer, gently reaching out to brush the stressed hair out of her face.

“You look beautiful, Chaeyoung.”

She looked up at you through her eyelashes, her sultry eyes genuinely vulnerable. “But do I look respectable?”

“You look adorable,” you murmured, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her forehead. “Don’t worry so much. Actually, my mom is really into fashion; she’s probably going to love your normal clothes. And besides... You know my dad actively chooses to wear socks with his sandals, right?”

Chaeyoung giggled.

-

You didn’t really get much sleep last night. She kept nervously pacing around your room and asking you endless questions about what your parents liked, what they hated, and what shoes she should wear. 

Eventually, she did run out of energy and went to sleep, cuddled deeply by your side. She looked relaxed and didn’t seem to have any worries left.

You were dead wrong.

It was 5 AM when a sharp noise jolted you awake. You blinked and looked around in the darkness, disoriented. It wasn’t just the noise; you were sure you could smell something burnt in the air. It smelled somewhat like sugar? But there was something off about it. 

You moved your arm to check on her, only to find the sheets cold and her side of the bed completely empty. Mind you, it was a sunday so there was no logical reason for your girlfriend to be up. You cursed under your breath and got up to check what was going on.

You followed the faint glow coming out of the kitchen, with the strong scent. When you turned the corner, you stopped dead in your tracks. You couldn’t believe your eyes. There was flour all smeared across the counters and tables, and even the floor. Tons of used bowls were towering precariously in the sink. They weren’t even scraped clean, some of them had big globs of heavy drooping batter dripping from their sides. 

And standing in the center of the kitchen, was Chaeyoung. 

She was still in her cute pyjama with the bears but was wearing a pink apron. Her hair was lazily tied up in a messy bun, with strands falling into her face, and a streak of flour smeared across her cheekbone. Of course, there was stuff all over her apron as well with mysterious stains and wet spots.

She didn’t notice you. She was standing there, hands on her hips, staring directly into the oven door. 

“Chae?” you asked, groaning, “What are you doing?”

She lightly jumped and squeaked when she heard your voice. She didn’t really expect you to be awake. Her eyes saw you, then darted at her mess and back to you. She straightened her back, trying to look a little more dignified.

“I’m making cookies,” she announced, letting her voice pitch up from the nervous laughter. “Your mom said she loves sweets. And it’s well known that great women can cook. So your mom will think I’m the perfect wife material for her son when she sees what I baked from scratch.”

“You really don’t have to—”

The oven timer interrupted you. Chaeyoung gasped and in a panic, scrambled to get a pair of oven mitts. She yanked the oven door open, releasing a dense cloud of gray smoke. Coughing, she reached into the fog and pulled out the baking sheet.

She slammed the hot metal tray on the stovetop, waving the smoke away with her hand and stepped aside to look at her masterpiece.

It was a total disaster.

Instead of individual cookies, they were half-melted into each other, forming one big mega-cookie. The edges were completely charred while the center was inexplicably pale and shiny. You weren’t sure how that would be possible. There was no physical explanation for what you were saying.

Chaeyoung stared at the pan. Slowly, her shoulders slumped. She buried her face in her hands.

“Look at them,” she whispered. “They’re terrible, just like me.”

“Hey, come on,” you said softly, carefully stepping over a puddle of milk. “They aren’t that bad,” you said and patted her back, kissing the top of her head.

“Your parents will hate me,” she mumbled into her hands. “I can’t even make cookies. I’m a disaster.”

“They are not going to hate you,” you said casually. To prove your point, you reached out and broke off a piece of the cookie slop.

“Don’t eat that,” she warned you, grabbing your wrist. “You’ll die.”

“Nah, it’s fine,” you said with a brave smile, tossing it into your mouth. 

Your teeth crunched through bitter charcoal, followed immediately by the squishy, gooey texture of raw flour and wet egg. You forced a smile, chewing rapidly to make it end, and swallowed hard. You could feel it dragging its way down your throat.

“Mmmh,” you managed to hum, nodding aggressively. “Wow. Incredible. Delicious.”

Chaeyoung looked at you with a deeply unimpressed, cute grumpy face. “You’re lying. You look like you’re in pain.”

“I am,” you admitted, reaching for a glass of water to wash it away. You took a big gulp and finally exhaled when the foreign object was gone. 

You looked back to her and wiped some flour off her face. “But I love that you tried. I know you care a lot.”

“You know what?” you said, squeezing her hand. “Let’s clean this… mess, and we’ll buy something at the bakery. We can just put it in our dish and say you made it.”

Chaeyoung looked up at you, letting a small smile break through her disappointment.

“You’d lie to your mother for me?”

“Of course,” you laughed. “Come here,” you tell her and open your arms.

“You’ll get all dirty, I’m covered in flour.”

“Who cares,” you mumbled as you wrapped Chaeyoung in your cocoon. Your girlfriend closed your eyes and exhaled with a defeated smile. She brought her hands around your back and melted into you. 

It was alright. Chaeyoung could feel it in the way you held her. She didn’t realize how much she missed it until she felt your arms around her and realized how silly it was. 

When you let her go, she couldn’t look you in the eyes.

That was the adorable Chaeng you knew. Even though she looked so cold and confident, she was just a soft girl after all.

“Look at you, you’re all white.”

“Well, we’re a couple, we need matching outfits, don’t we?”

Chaeyoung giggled and shoved you. “You’re so dumb.”

You stepped back, surveying the disaster zone while the mega cookie sat on the stove. “Okay,” you said, rolling up your sleeves, “we should start cleaning.”

Chaeyoung moved toward the sink. “It won’t come off,” she hissed, leaning her weight into the spatula as she tried to pry the charred mass from the tray. A sharp clack echoed through the kitchen as the spatula broke clean. “Fuck it,” she scoffed and threw the remaining piece of the spatula into the sink.

“Come on, get the trash bag. We have to throw it at the waste disposal site. They have to burn it. You never know if it could become sentient.”

She let out a dry, exhausted chuckle and got the flour and trash into the bag. While you scraped and scrubbed, she began wiping down the counters. At one point, she stopped, staring at a particularly stubborn stain.

“I really thought I could do it,” she whispered. “I thought if I could make something nice, your mom would see it and forget that I look like… well, this.”

“A goddess?” I offered, sliding the last of the burnt evidence into the bin.

She shot me a look that was half-pout, half-glare. “A heartbreaker. A rascal. Someone who doesn't know how to take care of her son.”

“Trust me, after they see how I live, they’ll realize you’re the one doing the heavy lifting.”

You got down on your hands and knees, grabbing the floor rag to try to remove the sticky slurry near the baseboards. Looking at it, you probably needed some kind of industrial solvent to really get those out. 

You were still scrubbing the floor with that dirty rug when Chaeyoung found the courage to speak up. She took a deep breath and momentarily put the bowls down. She stared at the reflections in the water, where a thousand distorted versions of her face shimmered in the bubbles.

“Everyone thinks I’m just ‘the pretty girl,” she started. “It was all fun when I was in high school, although boys were too afraid to ask me out. But when I grew up, girls would say all kinds of things.”

“They were jealous?” you said.

“I think so, or they had the wrong idea. It’s not like I was doing anything for attention.”

You put the rag down and sat back, looking back at Chaeyoung. The cheap lighting of the kitchen showed all the rough parts of her. She was tired and dishevelled, but there was a tenderness that you had never felt. An angel was shedding her wings in front of you, molting her white feathers to reveal the skin and bone beneath.

“It must be so nice to have a job where you just have to look nice for cameras all day. That’s what they would say,” Chae sighed. “I had to work really hard to prove I was capable.”

“But you are,” you said. “You’re smart. You’re capable. You’re… incredible, and you know it. People are just judgmental.”

“Even then. It’s like I’m just a trophy. You know my ex?”

You raised an eyebrow. “That guy? What did he do?”

“Well, I kinda told you about it, but I don’t think he really liked me. He would never listen to me. I think he just wanted to boast to his friends about me.”

“Yeah, he was an asshole.”

“I was careful about boys afterwards,” Chaeyoung said and sat down under the sink. She hugged her knees and stared at the floor. “About people, in general.”

You scooted closer to her, sitting with her against the kitchen counters.

“The people that mattered didn’t take me seriously, while random people would always harass me,” she confessed. “It’s like I’m just a face.”

Your right hand slipped on top of hers, and you held it there, so she wouldn’t fly away into her thoughts. Chaeyoung instinctively leaned into your shoulder.

“I always knew you were a great person, Chaeyoung. Since the first time I met you,” you said. “Maybe it was because people projected their own personalities onto you, you did all you could to let people know who you were. You were so caring, so bright, so genuine.”

Chae turned her head to look at you as you talked with shiny eyes.

“More than anyone else, you were just you. You laughed like it was the first time you ever did. You were honest, but always so kind and gentle with everyone.”

You took Chae’s face in your hands and looked straight into her eyes. “You are beautiful. You know it; you were blessed with beauty. But it’s not just on your skin, but rather in your soul. Every day, I can’t think about anyone but you. There’s nothing like the first time I hear your voice, and the day just becomes better. Looking at your beauty is an experience, but living with you gives me purpose.”

Chae started tearing up and sniffling.

“Aww, no, crybaby,” you said and snorted.

She let out a jagged breath, a sob catching in her throat. “Why do you have to say shit like that now?” she hiccuped, her laugh breaking through the tears. “You’re always so dumb.”

“Want me to go back?”

“Shut up or you’ll ruin it,” Chaeyoung hiccuped. “I fucking love you.”

Chae leaned in to kiss you, and you accepted her salty lips. It was the most delicate kiss you ever gave her. She was so fragile right now that you were scared you would hurt her. 

Your girlfriend finally laughed.

“Alright, I feel better now, it will be okay,” Chaeyoung said.

“That’s the spirit, princess,” you said and brought your hand up to pat her head. She closed her eyes and giggled, enjoying your touch.

-

“Let’s get that cake,” Chaeyoung said, pointing at the glass. She was pointing at the lemon chiffon masterpiece topped with gold leaf and spun sugar. There were all sorts of nice drawings made with buttercream, yeah, no way.

“Respectfully, that cake looks a bit too nice, no offense.”

“Offense taken, that’s wildly disrespectful, what are you implying?” she said sternly.

“We don’t want to give her expectations that high, do we?” 

She looked back at the golden cake, then at the rustic strawberry tart in the corner. She let out a long, defeated sigh. “You’re right…”

-

You were finally in front of your parents’ house.

You turned the engine off and were going to leave the car, but Chaeyoung didn’t seem to move. She was in her passenger side with the sun visor flipped down, staring intensely into the small mirror. She flashed a wide, overly enthusiastic, toothy grin. She held it for two seconds before her face fell flat.

“Looks weird,” she muttered to herself. “How does Hayoung do this?”

She took a deep breath, adjusting her sweater, and tried again. This time, she kept her mouth closed, giving the mirror a softer expression. 

“Too formal,” she whispered, sighing heavily.

You leaned across your seat. “Chae, what exactly are you doing?”

“I’m practicing my smile,” she said without breaking eye contact with the mirror. “First impressions are everything, you know? I have to greet them properly.”

“You’re overthinking it,” you chuckled, reaching over to flip the visor back up. She pouted at you. “You don’t need it. You have a great smile. Just be the girl I fell in love with, they’ll love you too.”

“Heh,” she complained, finally clicking her seatbelt open. She glanced down at the bakery box sitting on her lap. “Do you think she’ll know these are from the bakery?”

“Nah, she won’t know. They’re in a plate.” You reached over and gave her a reassuring pat on her shoulder. “It will be fine, I promise.”

“Okay, fine,” she nodded.

You both got out of the car and walked up to the house door. You knocked, and the door quickly swung open. Your mother stood in the doorway, a floral apron tied around her waist and a wooden spoon still clutched in one hand.

She froze.

Her eyes immediately locked onto Chaeyoung. She took in your girlfriend’s perfectly styled hair, her elegant but understated outfit, and the warm, genuinely sweet smile that Chaeyoung managed to produce.

Then, very slowly, your mother's gaze drifted over to you. She looked you up and down, her expression shifting from absolute awe to profound, undisguised confusion.

"Mom?" you prompted, shifting a little awkwardly under her scrutiny. "This is Chaeyoung."

Your mother finally blinked, snapping out of her trance. 

"You’re gorgeous, dear," your mother said to Chaeyoung. “Why on earth would you choose this monkey of my son?”

“Come on, Mom, why would you say that?” you said. “Don’t you love your son?”

“I do love you, son, but compared to her…” she said, turning her head to Chaeyoung and offering her hand.

“I’m pleased to meet you, ma’am.”

“Oh, please call me Mom, you’re part of the family now,” your mom smiled brightly. “Is he treating you right? Do I need to talk to him?”

“No, Mom, he’s treating me really well, don’t worry.”

“See?” you said proudly, “I’m a good boyfriend.”

“I know she’s just being,” she said and stepped to the side, inviting both of you to come inside. 

‘So far so good’, Chaeyoung thought as she stepped into the living room. You quickly went to the kitchen to put the food down while your girlfriend explored the space. To you, it all seemed familiar, but it was all new to her.

Unfortunately for you, the living room was riddled with photos of when you were younger, and your mom was really eager to talk about them.

“How old was he in this photo?” 

“I think he was… 5?” your mom guessed, taking the picture frame from the wall. She handed it to your girlfriend, and the two scanned the embarrassing photo. You were riding around a toy car, and you probably were missing some teeth.

“He used to be really cute when he was little,” your mom said. “Oh, how fast they grow up. Now he’s just a brute.”

“Right!” Chaeyoung exclaimed. “How was he when he was little? Was he extroverted?”

“He kinda was. He used to do everything I told him and made friends pretty easily.”

“What about this one?” Chaeyoung said, pointing at the photo on the chimney frame. 

“Oh, this one.” Your mom took that frame as well and handed it to your girlfriend. You weren’t alone in this picture. There seemed to be a girl right next to you. Judging by how you looked, it must have been around the time you started elementary school. Both of you had missing teeth and had very colorful clothes.

“They’re holding hands,” Chaeyoung mentioned, brushing her index finger on the glass.

“Oh, yeah, that was his first girlfriend. One day, he came home with that girl and said she was the prettiest girl he had ever seen.”

“That must have been fun.”

“No, I was so worried! I had to call her parents and explain why she didn’t come home,” your mom said. “And all of that for him to forget her a couple of days later.”

Chaeyoung and your mom continued to laugh and chat while watching your photos. It wasn’t much later that she decided to pull out the big folder with the child photos of when you were playing with Legos or learning to walk. To hell with not trusting Chae, your mom was telling her all your secrets and dark stories. She didn’t care a single bit.

“Oh, look at this one, Chaeyoung,” your mom cooed, pointing to a Polaroid of you aged four, wearing nothing but a diaper and a colander on your head like a helmet, pointing a wooden spoon at a dog. “He thought he was a knight and refused to take his helmet off for a week.”

Chaeyoung let out a sound that was half-giggle, half-gasp, her eyes darting from the photo to you and back. “That’s so cute.”

“Mom! When will we eat?” you shouted from the kitchen.

“Oh, right!” your mom exclaimed and hurried to put the albums away into the closet. Your girlfriend helped her and then went into the kitchen as well.

Your dad was still under the sink with tools in his hands. He partially slid out to take a look at your girlfriend.

“Oh, Chaeyoung, right?” he asked.

“Ah, yes, sir—dad.”

“Attaboy that’s my son!” he exclaimed, lightly kicking your foot. “Chaeyoung, pass me the flashlight.”

“R-right away!” she stumbled and looked around for the tool.

“It’s on the table.”

“Okay, here.”

“Can you turn it on and hold it there?”

“Of course,” she said and crouched down to help your dad. She turned it on and illuminated the area where he was working. Of course, she had no idea what he trying to see so she did her best.

“Steady on the light, Chae,” your dad grunted as he was trying to turn the joining with his greasy hands.

“Like this?” she asked softly, pointing the beat to his wrench. He kept her there for a couple of minutes as he wrestled under the sink until everything was tight and fixed. Your girlfriend felt a bit disgusted by the dirtiness that was around the area, especially the grey water. But it also meant that your dad didn’t really care about how she looked and it made her feel better.

When he was done, he slipped out on the floor and got up with a heavy grunt. “Leak’s plugged,” he announced, dusting off his knees. 

“Thank you,” he muttered. “My son would have dropped the light in the water, can’t trust him with nothing.”

“I’m right here,” you shouted from the stove.

“So?” he replied and laughed.

With that done, you started to prepare the table outside for lunch. You carried the stack of plates into the dining room. The heavy oak table had already been cleared, its surface reflecting the soft light from the overhead lamp. You laid out the mismatched silverware and a stack of paper napkins while Chaeyoung followed behind, carefully placing the bakery tart in the center.

One by one, the rest of the family filed in, pulling the heavy chairs across the hardwood until everyone was settled in their usual spots.

“My son showed me some of your photos, you really know how to dress, dear,” your Mom commented while getting some food onto her plate.

“He did?!” Chaeyoung exclaimed and elbowed your side. It wasn’t a soft one; she put a hole in your body.

You coughed up some of your food.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she whispered. “I spent hours getting dress and you already showed her everything?”

“Well, you looked good in everything, I told you.”

Chaeyoung hit you again. “If you told me, I wouldn’t have been so worried. You’re such an idiot.”

“I’m really into fashion, I think we’ll get along,” your Mom said.

“Oh, I see, you read magazines?” Chaeyoung said, putting on a bright, friendly smile like she didn’t just beat you.

“I also watch programs on TV. Oh, Dad here really doesn’t know how to dress, you have to help me.”

“I understand you.”

“Right, like father like son. They both dress terribly.”

“What?” your dad said while munching. “I put on the nicest shirt I had.”

“Yeah, what’s wrong with me?” you said.

“You see what I’ve had to deal with, Chaeyoung?” your mom sighed, gesturing with her wine glass toward the two men at the table.

“He did try,” Chaeyoung admitted. “But apparently, he likes wrinkled clothes. I had to physically take the iron out of the closet myself.”

“You ironed for him?” your mom gasped, placing a hand over her heart. “Oh, darling, don't start that. You'll spoil him.”

The two women kept going back and forth, talking about their interests and commenting on how incompetent their men were at cleaning or dressing well. You two ate quietly, every once in a while talking about sports or just staring at each other.

The day ended with a trunk full of leftovers. As you pulled the car out of the driveway, Chaeyoung leaned her head back against the headrest and let out a long sigh she had been holding the entire time.

"They liked me," she whispered, as if she still couldn't believe it.

"They loved you, Chae. I told you."

"Your mom called you a monkey," she giggled, turning her head to look at you. The streetlights flickered across her face, catching the exhaustion and the lingering glow of success. She reached across to hold your hand.

“And to think you kept me awake just to bake that cookie monster.”

"Shut up," she murmured, closing her eyes. "Just drive, monkey."

THE END

Fitting name, considering the inside is an audiophiles heaven - wood paneling, plenty of plants, little sound absorbers hung up on the walls. Probably just for decor, though. It's filled with vinyls, posters of vinyls, and people dressed in outfits that screamed: "I'm not like other people", and maybe the odd, "Paris Fashion Week is for normies, I have taste".

Your people, really. You scoff, walking past the top-40er scanning through Sabrina Carpenter and Olivia Rodrigo albums (great artists, but you'd never be caught buying their albums. You like nugu stuff, 'cause you're different), making your way to the lower floor. Rows of milk crates hold albums in various states of dismay, because for some reason, milk crates are the hip place to store vinyls. Scanning, you find the 'T' section.

While Tyler the Creator is far from underground, his highly experimental music lands him as one of your favourite artists, so, after saving up (because, let's be honest, do audiophiles ever have stores of money?), you know Flower Boy would be the perfect edition to really make your room stand out.

You walk there with just the perfect display of hip - groovy mixed with just a hint of aloofness, whatever the fuck that means. You can see from here they do indeed have Flower Boy, but judging by the emptiness of the crate, it's the last one. Perfect. You reach out to it.

You have the perfect place for it. You'll stick the album sleeve on your bedside wall, right next to your beabadoobee album, maybe 'Space Cadet'. Flower Boy and Space Cadet, you make some half-assed connection about space and earth and how you'r-

Someone grabs the album. You curse inwardly, but it's washed away as your eyes climb her slender arm, dotted with tattoos that she'd probably claim have some deep, introspective meaning. You gloss over her, outfit that could put anyone here to shame. Slightly baggy crop top, and denim shorts, her pale skin radiates the whole room. Her hair falls down in long strands of black and silver, and you're left stunned, honestly.

She locks eyes with you, and they're large and expressive, and, in combination with the way she grips the vinyl, it's challenging.

A soft curl of her plump lips exposes just the tip of her tongue, and you almost forget about the album. Until she appraises you, a quick look up and down. Her smile widens.

"I think I was here first," she says. It's like, melodic, her voice, which kind of makes you want to give it up, but of course, no one's a bigger music head than you are, so you just can't in good faith let this go to someone else.

"Hmm, what, so you're like one of those fake fans who just found Tyler recently right?" You say, leaning on the shelf. Might as well get comfortable. "And now you're going through his entire back catalogue, to like, prove you're a real fan?" Yeah, you'll accept her challenge.

Her grip on the vinyl tightens, and she bites her lip - at the challenge or at you, you don't know, but it's dangerous because they look even fuller now, which seems impossible, but here you are.

"What are you doing, then?" She asks, pushing her head forward. Her cheeks are full and red, and the way she tilts her head places it at the forefront. You still don't know what to make of the artsy girl, but something tells you it's a front. She doesn't really care about the vinyl anymore, she found something more interesting.

"Probably the same thing," you say, and even though it's an admission of defeat, or more accurately, an admission of equality, you say it smugly. "Here," you say, grabbing another vinyl, the black and silver 'Chromakopia', and hand it to her. "Take this one, matches your hair."

She doesn't even look down, just keeps her eyes trained on you. "Already have it," she says simply. "Because unlike you, I'm not a fake fan." She lets the words hang there on her tongue, mouth frozen in the last position of her speech like she's waiting for your retort.

So, she denies that admission of equality.

"But I can tell you are," she says when no retort comes. Her eyes flick to your feet. "Doc Martens? Pretty last year, don't you think?"

She took your truce and threw it back in your face, and that damn smirk still lines hers. She's having fun here, and you're on your back foot.

Her smile is so damn bright it hurts, but your ego is in shatters. Not like it's rare though, your types egos are really quite fragile. Hence the clothes. But, maybe you could use that.

"You know what, take it," and it's your turn to curl your lips. "On second thought, Tyler's not really my taste". If there's one thing you know about these artsy types, it's they'll defend their artists to tooth and nail. But you don't give her a chance. You're off to the next row of shelves, and you can feel her eyes bearing into the back of your skull.

You would've liked to see those plump lips in action more, but for some odd reason, you have a feeling this isn't over.

That moment comes when you're leaving the store. She's leaning back on the brick wall right near the door, cigarette already burning. You now notice her legs, and although she's not tall, your eyes follow them for what seems like miles. She takes a drag, and you swear you can see that little mole right under her lip wave at you like: "come here! You think you can question my music taste?"

"What'd you get?" She asks, eyeing your tote, which is considerably more full than 10 minutes ago. You smirk, knowing you got her. Her voice is lined with genuine curiosity, which is funny, because clearly you are a Tyler fan, and your earlier comment was just a ruse. But still, artsy kids and their egos, right?

You pull out the vinyl. "It'll go perfect on my vinyl wall," you say, equal parts flexing the album and the fact you have a vinyl wall. "You know him?"

"Tch. Do I know him," she scoffs. "Of course I do. It's Keshi."

"Hmm." It's all you give her, and clearly, she wants to prove herself.

"I guess you have good taste," she says. It's not a full compliment, really. You know how these games are played. "He's been on my radar since, oh I don't know, his first EP."

Yep, there it is. It's meant to bother you, and that pleased little look on her face makes it so it does indeed get under your skin.

The mole is dancing around in your peripheral vision, and she sees your eyes flick from her bare legs to her toned tummy, back up to the mole, and she presses her advantage even further. "It's a good album. Looks great on my wall, right next to his other albums."

You should just walk away, but that cigarette is trapped between her lips again, and just the sight of it leaves you woozy.

"Sounds like you have good taste too," you admit.

She smiles. "I do."

"Mhm." You say a little aggressively, because yeah, now you definitely lost.

"Wanna see?" She asks suddenly.

It catches you off guard. "See what?"

"My taste," she smiles. "I live down the street."

For some reason, you say yes. Her apartment is a little old, a little run down, but it's littered with personality. She does indeed have a vinyl wall, but also one of those old vinyl players (not the one's with that brass trumpet looking thing, because she's an audiophile, not a grandma), a couple of wine glasses scattered around, and plenty of plants.

She bends lower than she needs to when she places the vinyl in the player, and her long legs look so fucking milky and delicious. You suddenly realize you're in this girls apartment, alone, with her long legs and her attitude, and you think, well fuck, this is going better than expected.

She loads the tonearm. "You've never listened to it, right?" She asks, and you draw away from her hips to realize she's been staring at you. "No? Perfect, I'll start it from the beginning."

She saunters over to you, still smirking. She must have done something since inviting you over, because her collarbone is so damn alluring right now, peaking out from her crop top. You could've sworn it didn't look that good when she was grabbing your album. The ring of the music starts, and she's less than a foot away from you now, leaning against the back of her couch with her arms crossed.

You don't know what to make of it, any of it.

She opens her mouth again, just a bit so you can see her tongue just past her lips. She stares at you expectantly.

"So, what do you think?"

"Hmm?"

"The album?" You definitely weren't paying attention. You almost forgot she was playing something new for you, something to validate her good taste in music.

"Oh. Ye- yeah it's good." You say, stuttering because you're more focused on how fragile she looks, on how you could probably pick her up and fuck her while she begs for more - but that's getting ahead of yourself.

"I told you I had good taste," she smiles happily. She's so close you can feel her breath on you. It's minty and warm, and you swear she angles her face while she says it, just to give you a better view of that mole.

She gives a small chuckle, and you know then you've fallen into her trap. The pretense is gone, the one that's been there since you both grabbed the album- fuck, you can't even remember which album it was, and the same pretense of a new album she wanted to play for you.

"Now I guess we'll have to see," she says slowly, annunciating each word, mouthing every damn syllable with exaggeration. She places her hands on your shoulders, and you're fucking trembling, because this woman is so god damn hot. She leans into you, mouth right next to your ear. "If you have good taste."

Her hands trail down your body till they find the string of your pants, and you're too stunned to do anything. She climbs down on her knees, letting your pants fall to the ground. Honestly, your taken aback, because yeah, she's fucking stunning, but you never thought that tension about the album was fucking sexual tension.

But you see her looking up at you, plump lips pursed together and you have half a hard on already. She grabs your hand, placing it in her hair. "Well, show me you have good taste," she says, rubbing her lips together before releasing it with a 'pop'.

Your hand rests there for a second, silky hair flowing out of it, before you regain composure.

She's fucking hot, she has good taste in music, and she's on her knees giving you permission to use her. Yeah, get it to-fucking-gether.

You grab a fistful of her hair, dragging her closer to your cock. She opens her mouth a bit, and drags a wet tongue over the underside of it. The sensation is riveting. It sends a jolt coursing through you.

"Nngh," you stutter, but you angle her face higher, taking your almost fully erect penis, and slapping it on her lips. She purses them, large eyes still staring at you hungrily. The sound is erotic, and she lets out a grunt as you tap her lips with your cock.

You lift it off of her face. You're still in shock, really. None of your movements have been really assertive, but when her eyes twinkle, and she says "your music taste is so fucking hot," it gives you all the reason to start.

She opens her mouth, and you slide into her, welcoming the feeling of sublimity. It's wet and hot, and your knees buckle. She makes a noise, somewhere between a grunt and a moan, and soon her lips, her fucking dick sucking lips are working you like you've never been worked before. You slide in and out of her mouth, and she laps everything up.

You're throbbing inside of her, but clearly, she can take more. Your other hand grabs another fistful of her hair, and you thrust.

Even her fucking gargles are melodic. Drool and spit leaks from her mouth as you thrust into her, tip penetrating her tight throat. She places her hands on your thighs as a brace.

She looks like a damn mess, but her eyes still stare up at you with that same challenging glare.

"F-fuck," you moan, and you would've moaned her name if you knew it.

You bottom out into her, holding your cock in her throat. She makes a strangled sort of noise, but her hand climbs down her tight little body, and starts fiddling with what you assume is her own pleasure source.

Eventually, you back out. She takes a deep breath, releasing a pool of saliva down her front.

She leans back, body looking used, but face still wearing that confident composure. She huffs, but smiles and sticks her tongue out again.

You can't possibly keep her from what she wants, right? You grab her by the hair once again, sliding back into her now familiar warmth. This time, her hands find your balls, slowly massaging them. You groan, thrusting faster.

The site of her lips wrapped around your length is dizzying. You brush the hair out of her face as you slam into her, and that perfect face that you want to use looks back at you, unruined. Like nothing you do to her would ever effect her, like she has you right where she wants you.

Your vision blurs as the pleasure wells up inside of you. The pressure lingers, tightening, controlling. You thrust faster, eliciting even deeper groans from her.

Your grunts grow too, and soon, the pleasure releases into pure bliss. You explode inside of her.

Finally, her eyes close as your cum fills her mouth. It overflows, some of it leaking out the corners of her lips, but she keeps ahold of what she can. Soon, she opens her eyes, locking them with yours, and swallows. It's slow, not all at once. Just a little at a time, but that makes it all the more hot, especially considering your cock is still lodged between those plump lips - god you can't stop looking at her lips.

She slowly pushes off of your cock, finally swallowing all of your seed. She gives a refreshed sort of gasp, her tongue flicking out to lap up some of the cum that's spilled out of her mouth.

You can barely stand, the pleasure having rippled through your entire body, but when she says: "I was right, you do have good taste," it stirs something in you.

You pick her up, hoisting by the waist, and she clings to you like a koala, with a playful little laugh.

You circle around to the front of the couch, throwing her down onto it.

She gives a yelp as she floats down to it, bouncing on the leather.

It's your turn to fall to your knees, and she's taking off her shorts as you do.

She's wearing beige lace panties, and when you see it, you can't help but grab her long, slender legs. They're fucking smooth, and you could honestly touch them forever, but her pussy is hiding behind that beige lace, so you drag her bosom to the edge of the couch.

She's still giggling as she takes a single finger, hooking it around the string of her panties, and slides it to the side revealing her perfectly smooth, dripping wet cunt.

You're fucking drooling just as much as she is wet, and it isn't until she says "taste me," in an almost needy beg that your tongue gets to work.

You don't dive right in, but instead lick around her folds, lapping up all her wetness. She's groaning and squirming, but your arms are still hooked around her legs, keeping her in place.

"F-fuck, nngh," she moans, and you can still hear the cheerfulness in her voice, and it turns you on even more. Her smell is hypnotizing, and you can't possibly hold yourself back anymore.

Your tongue brushed her folds, and that sweet irony taste floods your tongue. It's divine. It's liquid from the heavens. It's the nectar of the gods, and a little half gasp escapes her lips.

Her hands find your hair, squeezing tight, but you don't let up. Your arm wraps deeper around her leg to circle back to her cunt, thumb brushing her clit.

She jolts into you, sending your tongue inside of her. You go with it, because you wouldn't dream of complaining about being deeper in her folds.

Her squirming turns your on even more, so you go deeper, lick even faster, circle her clit with even more vigor until she's practically scream, hand leaving your hair and clenching into her couch.

You feel her body tense, and her legs wrap around your head with surprising strength, holding you in place as her pussy walls flutter on your tongue, sending a torrent of her juices coating your tongue.

The record player hums scratches indicating the vinyl should be flipped, but of course, the grainy sound sustains.

It doesn't matter anyway, because the sound of her cumming is a greater song than any record could play.

You pull back as her shudders subside, and just take everything in. Her hair, disheveled, shirt all crumpled as if she was playing with her tits while you ate her out, and her petite, lithe form shakes.

She's all huffy, and a little out of it - which makes you happy, actually, because the way she felt so in control as she sucked you off didn't sit right with you.

So to see her squirm underneath you was rewarding. So much so you have to sneak in a dig. "I got that vinyl first," you breathe.

She looks at you, still shaking, wide and incredulous look on her face. "You're still thinking about that?"

You don't even answer, you just grip her midriff, and pull up to meet her. You knew her lips would be soft, you didn't know they'd be made of pillows, marshmallows and clouds. You soak into her, almost get lost, but you don't, because you want to do oh so much more to this girl.

"What's your name?" you whisper between kisses - and it's not because you want to get to know her any better, at least for the moment, you just need something to moan when you fuck her in about half a minute.

"Ch-chaeyoung," she moans, and you repeat it.

The words feel right in your mouth, and you say them into her . Her arms wrap around you, and yours climb to the crop top still draped around her form.

You practically tear it off, breaking kisses with her for only moments to eventually lift it over her head. She's so beautiful you almost think your heart is going to stop. She's not carrying a lot on her chest, but what she is is smooth and milky and perfect, accented with the cutest pink nipples you'll ever see.

"Jesus fuck, Chaeyoung," you mutter, and that smile you saw from your vinyl altercation lines her face again. That confident sort of challenge, like: 'yeah, I'm fucking hot. What are you going to do about it?'

Your hands dart to her tits, taking in the soft flesh, fingers finding her button nipples. You give them a squeeze, and she raises her eyebrows.

Okay, not good enough. You pinch them now, and she gives you a hint of a smile. It's your signal to keep going, so you palm them, the whole of them, giving them a firm squeeze, thumb brushing her nipples. She rolls her head back, so you dive in with your tongue. It's unkempt, really, the way your attacking her tits. Your mouth is all over, covering her chest with your saliva, but you can't fucking help yourself, because this girl— because Chaeyoung is kind of perfect.

Your tongue works on each tit equally, jumping from nipple to nipple, while a hand travels down her stomach, past her waist until you feel her wetness in your fingers. Just like her lips, her cunt is wet and soft, and from your slight touch, her body shakes under you. You can already feel the slickness on your fingers, and you have the urge to reach them up to her mouth just so you can taste her again, but her tits are in your mouth and your hand is on her pussy, and really, that's fine too.

You climb lower, past what your fingers have already discovered in her clit, and down to her entrance. You give her a rub, and her hand shoots to the back of your head, before you enter. Just a finger, for now, but her breath hitches just the same.

You tear your mouth away from her tits, jumping back to her mouth. She takes you in, huffing "fuck me with two fingers," before her tongue is in yours.

So you do, and her moistness so fucking erotic you may never wash your hands again.

You keep fucking her with your fingers, but you want more - it's hard tho, because every time you pull away from her lips, Chaeyoung pulls you back in. It's like every crash is the first time, her mole still teasing, but in a different way, pulling you back in for more.

Your cock is throbbing once again, and the sound of the record player is just a distant memory, it's old school, it's not underground and you have new things to explore.

Like how your cock feels in her cunt.

You tear yourself with all your willpower away from her, and she pushes her lip out in a pout.

Clearly, her lips are your weak spot for her, so the fact you don't jump in with ten times the voracity is quite impressive.

But there are other things to explore, like your penis, hovering inches away from her sopping folds. You slide her panties down, and it reveals a little happy face tattoo right on her waste. Fucking of course she has a tattoo here, and of course it's smiling up at you like: 'you're gonna love this'.

Enough with that, this is no time to be stunlocked. You line up the head to her entrance, and push in.

You've had sex before - hell, you had sex last week. But this, this is on another level. On penetration, you know all hope of lasting long is null. The way she sucks you in, the way her walls cling perfectly to you. It's like she was sculpted for you perfectly, the snark, the teasing, the music taste, those perfect lips and her gods damned cunt.

"Chaeyoung," you moan, and it's not enough, because you'd scream it to the heaven's, you'd etch it to every vinyl in your house so you could only listen to her name.

You're not even halfway in yet and you can barely orient yourself.

It looks like Chaeyoung too feels it, that spark, that connection you have, because her head is rolled back and her eyes are close, and she's moaning even harder than when you were tongue fucking her.

Yeah, you're definitely not lasting long. Well, might as well go out with a bang.

Your hips contract in a thrust - the slap of your balls echoes the room and you wouldn't be surprised if one of those empty wine glasses shattered at the noise. You almost cum right there, it takes everything not to. In fact, you have to close your eyes, take your mind off those GOD damn lips and her fluttering eyes, else you would've lost it.

You unsheathe, climbing back out until just the tip is in before ramming back again. It's another song, the slap of your manhood on her, but one just as catchy. You play with the rhythm slowing down and speeding up, and her groans act as melodies like some perverse grand orchestra. You open your eyes to find her just as ethereal as before. You're still close, but you've garnered some focus. You start to move at a consistent rhythm, and her hips roll into you, matching it with force.

Your hands find her tits once again, half for balance, and half because they feel so fucking nice.

You thrust, and thrust and thrust until she's screaming out in pleasure, and you're lost in her scent and the way she looks feels, until that familiar pressure builds up again.

You want to cum everywhere.

But you're already spent having came moments ago, and the image of her lips, leaking your seed fills your mind. You keep pumping, voraciously, and the well of pressure fills.

It fills your pelvis as her walls tighten around you, flaring even more pleasure within you, and you pull out because—

Yeah, you think through the blinding pleasure as you climb up. You were right to cum on her tits and her face, because it looks so good on her against pale skin,

It webs across her, spraying her tits and face alike. She's still shaking from her orgasm as you cum on her, waves of the white liquid coating her.

Eventually, the pleasure subsides and you collapse back on the couch.

"That was— fuck, that was amazing," you manage. "I'll get you some tissues."

"No need," she huffs, scooping the liquid from her skin into her mouth. "But maybe you can flip the vinyl. I think it's time for part 2."

Whether she's talking about the album or the sex, you have no idea.

Specifically, they deal with fashion wear for people aged fifty and above. You question yourself if there’s even a market for this age group, but hey, you’re not judging. They’ve been around for over sixty years and are still going strong. Although, they’re the least of your concern, since it would feel weird seeing a young, attractive person modelling elderly wear. No hate to them, but it just doesn’t fit what Gaeul needs.

“Velora…” you mumble, scrolling down the site. The deeper you go, the more your eyebrows furrow. Standard fashion and commercial work. Everything looks clean on paper: decent contracts for beginners, slow-to-modest progression, but very limited high-paying campaigns. However, their repertoire feels strangely limited for a top modelling agency in the country. You fear that your plans to protect and elevate Gaeul may backfire if you approach Velora.

You sigh and switch tabs. The last one on the list is Lumina Atelier. You scroll through their portfolio with focused intensity, vetting them in a similar fashion as to how you evaluated the other two. You’re not a professional investigator at all, hell you’re looking at them like you’re researching for a job interview. But sometimes, that’s enough.

“Oh…” you hum softly, eyebrows raising and dropping at irregular intervals. Unlike the others, Lumina is aggressive and broad — high-end fashion, lingerie, commercial shoots for food products, vehicles, lifestyle brands, and even some biotech-related modelling. They’re rising fast, with actual high-paying campaigns and real visibility.

Impressive.

Out of the three, Lumina is the only one with genuine potential.

You’re still comparing the agencies when someone suddenly drops down beside you on the bench.

“Whatcha looking at so seriously?”

You nearly drop your phone. Sakura is there, and you mean like she’s-seated-right-beside you there. She grins as she leans over with open curiosity. You quickly tilt the screen away from her sight and lock the screen, sliding the phone into your pocket.

“Sakura… hey. What are you doing here?”

“You’re sus.” She frowns at you, but shrugs anyway. Leaning back on the backrest, she swings her legs lightly. “Waiting for Jihoon to pick me up for our ‘date’.” She makes lazy air quotes with her fingers. “He’s late again.”

“Sakura…”

“Hmm?” she gives you a puzzled look.

You look at your thighs, appreciating the creases on your pants as you hesitate for a moment, then decide to be direct.

“Why are you still with him? Despite… everything.”

Sakura raises an eyebrow, then lets out a short, tired laugh.

“Straight to it, huh?” She stares up at the sky for a moment, mouth open as she takes in a deep pondering breath. “Honestly? Mostly for the sex. Jihoon has a really thick cock, and his bed skills are insane. When he fucks me right, I cum so hard it feels wonderful. Like my whole body lights up. I haven’t found another guy who can make me feel that good, that consistently.”

She says it so casually, without shame, but there’s a hint of tiredness underneath.

“Are you even finding?” you ask.

“I…” she looks back down, legs swinging a little faster. Then she glances at you, her expression turning more serious. “I know what happened to Sullyoon too. Don’t ask me how and why. I’m not saying anything. I can’t. I’m already in his palms as well. Plus, it’s not that easy to leave now. We’ve been together for a while. I already know too many of his secrets. If I try to pull away, he can make things very difficult for me… and for my family.”

She gives a small, resigned shrug.

“Sometimes it’s just easier to stay. Even if I know he only sees me as a toy to play with when he feels like it.”

You stare at her, frustration building.

“He’s a really shitty guy, Sakura. You should leave him.”

Sakura gives you a small, almost pitying smile. “You’re asking because of Gaeul, right? You’re scared that if she gets deeper into modeling and ends up around Jihoon, she might end up like Sullyoon or me, bullied, used, but too weak to do anything about it because of their position.”

You keep silent, but that silence says nothing, something, and everything.

Sakura stands up slowly as a familiar sports car pulls up in the distance. “Look… this world doesn’t like heroes. If you’re planning to do something stupid, make sure what… and who you’re doing it for is worth it.” Her voice softens a little. “I know how much you love Gaeul. And how much she loves you back. So don’t break her heart, okay?”

“Hey what’s that supposed to mean?”

Sakura walks forward as Jihoon’s car stops nearby, ignoring your question. He winds down the window and calls out lazily.

“Kkura! Get in.”

His eyes flick to you for a second. He makes a crude, filthy gesture with his tongue, then laughs.

“I’ll send you more stuff soon, Minjae. You’ll love it.”

You flip a middle finger at him as Sakura rolls her eyes, walking towards the car without another word. She gets in, and they speed off.

You sit there for a long moment after they disappear, pondering over Sakura’s words. You don't know if she meant to steer you in a particular direction, but she sure as hell did.

You sigh and pull out your phone again, and go back to Lumina Atelier’s page. Out of the three, it’s the only one with real potential — broader scope, faster growth, actual high-paying campaigns. Everything looks believable, and that's your best bet other than entering NOVATION, the den of lions itself.

You stare at the contact button for a while.

Finally, with steady fingers, you open their main office line and type a simple enquiry, inserting your campus email as the point of contact.

Email Address:

[email protected]

General Enquiry:

I want to talk. I’m interested in working with you.

You hit send.

A notification in your email inbox comes almost instantly.

From: [email protected]

Dear Mr. Ahn Minjae,

Tomorrow. 3 PM.

Our main office.

Come alone.

This is an automated computer generated response, please do not reply to this email.

You stare at the screen, heart pounding with a dangerous mix of dread and determination.

This is it.

———

“Next station, City Hall. The doors will open on the right.”

You glance at your trusty watch that does almost everything you wish a watch could do — your mobile phone — 02:34 P.M. Seems like you’ll be early. You stare at the continuous, blurry smudge of concrete and light through the subway train’s window. Your reflection is surprisingly clear despite the constant flashing strobe of lights, and you raise your hands to your neck, adjusting your tie as you tighten it. Your hands are wet and clammy — an obvious sign of nervousness.

Why wouldn't you be?

The next thing you know, you're standing right outside Lumina Atelier, neck raised high as you marvel at the scale of the building. You've already seen the building through images on the Internet, with numerous reviews emphasising on its sheer scale and size. But seeing it upfront with your own eyes? There's only one thought through your mind.

It's big. Like really big.

Hell, you can't even see the organisation’s building signage even if your neck lifts more than 180 degrees. You really can't help but wonder how they managed to gather such power and influence despite only being established two years ago. Building something on such a large scale would have taken a year and a half — unless they contracted like every construction company in the country.

You suck in a deep breath and step inside.

A polite receptionist guides you to a quiet meeting room on the upper floor. Two unnamed executives are already waiting — a sharp-eyed woman in her late thirties and a composed man in his early forties. Both are dressed in tailored business attire and carry themselves with the quiet confidence of people who hold real power.

They don't waste time with pleasantries.

“Sit,” the woman says, gesturing to the chair across from them as they settle down into theirs. “I am Ms Shin. And he is Mr Kwon.”

You give a small half-bow, eyes locked on them the entire time, before walking to the seat with unease.

“My name is—”

“We know who you are, Minjae. We know you’re connected to Gaeul and have been seen around Yujin. That’s why we agreed to this meeting.”

You sat down, keeping your expression neutral even though your pulse was racing. They've been keeping tabs on you. You shouldn't be surprised, but you are surprised.

The man leans forward slightly, folding his hands on the table. “We’ll be direct. Lumina Atelier is interested in expanding our influence inside NOVATION. Yujin is rising fast and has strong connections there. Gaeul is also gaining attention. You are close to both. That makes you useful.”

The woman continues smoothly, her tone professional but cold, staring at you as if she's trying to peer into your soul.

“We don’t operate like NOVATION. We don’t blackmail or plant evidence, nor do we coerce or anything of the likes. We believe in equivalent exchange. There is a normal, safe modeling path for those who want it — steady work, standard contracts. But if you want faster success, higher-paying campaigns, protection from certain… complications, and real opportunities for the people you care about, then there is a price. You give us access and cooperation. We give you results.”

You swallow hard.

“What exactly do you want from me?”

The man answers without hesitation.

“Information. Influence. Help in weakening certain power structures inside NOVATION. In return, we can offer better contracts for Gaeul, protection for your allies, and resources to deal with people like Jihoon and Director Oh. But understand this — once you step in, there is no halfway. The first payment begins with the test photoshoot tomorrow.”

The woman studies your face carefully.

“You came to us because the other agencies have no real potential. We are the only ones who can move fast enough to make a difference. But nothing here is free. Think very carefully before you agree.”

You sit in silence for a long moment, the weight of their words pressing down on you.

Gaeul’s face flashes in your mind. Sullyoon’s broken expression. Winter’s quiet support. The video Jihoon had sent. Yujin’s control.

You have already come this far.

“I understand,” you say finally, voice steady despite the storm inside you. “I’m in.”

“Good.” The woman gives a small, satisfied nod. “Stand, and give me a small turn.”

“Here?”

“Just do as she says,” the man urges.

You stand and step slightly forward, giving a small hesitant twirl around your spot. When you're done, you stand that awkwardly, not sure what that was all about.

Ms Shin looks at you throughout, scanning your body from head to toe, nodding subtly with raised eyebrows.

“Very good. Very good indeed.” She finally speaks, before scribbling down something on her notepad before continuing. “ We have a use for you after all. The photoshoot is scheduled for tomorrow afternoon. Prove your worth. Mr Kang Taejun will direct. Consider it your first test and your first payment.”

The man stands up, signaling the meeting is over.

“Welcome to Lumina Atelier, Ahn Minjae. We look forward to seeing how useful you can be.”

You leave the building with a strange mix of determination, puzzlement and dread settling in your chest.

There’s no turning back now.

———

You set down the phone and start zoning out. You were nothing. Now you have something.

You hope that it is something.

You hope that it will become something.

Not for yourself, but for her.

———

“Nice to meet you, my name is Kang Taejun. You can call me Taejun, but during shooting sessions, I am to be referred to as Director Kang.” He reaches his hand out for a welcome shake.

“Nice to meet you as well, Director Kang,” you say, reaching out to give him a handshake. It’s firm, powerful, and confident — one that speaks of his professionalism.

“Let’s get straight to work,” he says, turning to guide you towards the epicenter of the room. Along the way, he gives you a brief introduction of the different critical locations, which you are already somewhat familiar with — thanks to your attendance at the NOVATION shoot last week. The set is still quite empty apart from a few staff moving props around, which you assume is because it’s still early.

As if reading your mind, Taejun opens his mouth to address your concern. “We called you here earlier because we wanted you to familiarise with the place. The shoot will begin in about an hour’s time. You nervous?”

“Kind of? I’ve been to a photoshoot before, but it feels larger and grander here.”

“Don’t be. Have you been told what you’ll be modelling for?”

“No?”

“What? Then why are you even here? Wait, never mind, give me a minute.”

Taejun stops right in front of his laptop that’s tethered to the camera of the set and takes out his phone, seemingly giving a call as you see him whispering on the phone. While waiting, you look around, taking in the sight of the photography studio, making mental notes as to where the important locations are. From a single glance, the studio’s intent becomes clear. The set holds the centre, open and commanding, with enough breathing room around it that nothing feels crowded. The equipment room lingers just behind while the prop room waits off to the side, both granting easy access. Across from it, the makeup and changing rooms sit paired together, allowing talent to slip in and out of transformation without disrupting the flow. Everything is close, purposeful, and effortlessly in reach — yet the space never presses in.

To summarise, it’s to maximise efficiency.

You glance toward the changing room — the door carelessly left open — hoping to catch a glimpse of what will be modelled today. And your heart skips a beat. The fabric hanging off the clothes rack looks… risqué. They’re lacy, see-through, boasting a multitude of colours that one would never wear in public. You clasp your hands together and pray to every god you can think of that you didn’t sign up for a lingerie shoot.

“Minjae,” Taejun snaps you out of your daze. “Are you really sure that they didn’t tell you anything?”

“Yea. So, what’s this shoot about?”

“Well… it’s a bit hard to tell you since you were kept in the dark, but it’s a lingerie shoot. I deal with lingerie,” Taejun reveals.

“I figured that much,” you say, pointing at the risqué clothing through the open changing room door. “It doesn’t bother me. So what’s my job today? Props? Lights? Just tell me what to do.”

“…” You’re greeted with silence from Taejun.

“What?” you ask.

“You have got to be joking right?”

Taejun smiles at you awkwardly. “Yes.”

“No way. Me? A lingerie model?”

“Yes, yes, and yes,” he says, nodding at each of your questions. “From what I see, you do have a very nice body.”

“I’m not walking out of this one right?”

“No. You’ve already signed the contract.”

“Fuck.”

“I’ll guide you along, so trust me.”

You stand there, looking at him, a million thoughts running through your mind, and yet, you don’t know what those million thoughts are.

Only one thought manages to surface — this is for Gaeul. That’s all that matters.

“Alright. I don’t have a choice.”

“Great. You can head to the male changing room and wait for your makeup artist and wardrobe stylist. I’ll give you a holler when your model counterparts arrive.”

“Fuck.”

Fuck indeed.

You nod and walk away towards the male changing room, the risqué lingerie sets still burned into your mind, hoping you're not donning female lingerie. You push the door open and step inside. The room is surprisingly spacious despite it looking small from the outside, with mirrors lining one wall, a long counter with lights, and several racks of clothing. Exactly like how a changing room should look like. A female stylist and makeup artist are already waiting for you.

“Minjae, right?” the stylist asks with a professional smile. “Let’s get you ready.”

The next forty minutes pass in a blur of measurements, fabric adjustments, and light makeup. They dress you in a pastel pink robe over the first lingerie set — a fitted, semi-sheer (can't have everyone in public seeing your penis) pair of boxer-briefs with subtle strapping details that leave very little to the imagination.

You stare at your reflection and feel a wave of embarrassment mixed with disbelief. This is really happening. Well, at least you're not wearing women’s lingerie.

Then, a knock on the door. Taejun’s voice comes through.

“Minjae, we’re ready for you on set. The girls are already here.”

You take one last deep breath and lightly slap yourself on the cheeks before stepping out. The studio has entirely transformed during your absence. Lights are set up, softboxes and prop chairs positioned perfectly, and a large white cyclorama backdrop creates a clean, modern atmosphere. Faux semi transparent white curtains drape the background, meshing well with a contrasting rose pink carpet floor. The floor is littered with bundles of soft silky blankets in a deeper pink that carries a tinge of sheen, purposefully arranged in an artfully disorganised manner.

Taejun gestures toward the two women already on set.

“Minjae, meet your co-models for today. This is Baek Jiheon,” he says, nodding to the girl on the left wearing a striking black off-shoulder dress with delicate lace details and brown-framed glasses. She sits casually in a vibrant red chair, one leg crossed over the other, exuding effortless confidence and quiet sensuality.

“And this is Lee Chaeyoung,” Taejun continues, indicating the girl on the right in a pure white sleeveless top with lace trim and a matching skirt, her long black hair cascading down her back. She stands with graceful poise, her aura soft yet undeniably alluring.

Jiheon gives you a bright, playful smile. “Nice to meet you, Minjae. Looking forward to working with you.”

Chaeyoung tilts her head, a teasing glint in her eyes. “Likewise. Let’s make this shoot fun.”

You give a small nod, already hyper-aware of their presence. They're pretty. Like really pretty — to the point where “pretty” feels like an understatement. You give a brief introduction of yourself, all while admiring the smooth expanse of Jiheon’s exposed shoulders and the way Chaeyoung’s white outfit contrasts with her flawless skin. There’s really something different about models as compared to those who are not, often exuding a confident and magnetic aura that prickles people’s nerves. Your pulse quickens.

“Wow, you cleaned up real nice,” she says, eyes scanning you up and down. “The robe looks good, but I bet what’s underneath looks even better.”

Chaeyoung tilts her head, a teasing glint in her eyes. “Agreed. Let’s see how well you wear it once the robe comes off.”

Taejun claps his hands once. “Alright, let’s start with solo shots for the girls to warm up the set. Minjae, watch and get comfortable.” He pauses then adds, “As briefed, today's theme will be Candy Confessions. Sweet, sultry, and impossible to resist. Let's impress the customer.”

Jiheon goes first. She lounges in the red chair with effortless sensuality, one hand resting near her face, the other holding a small white plush bunny toy as she arches her back and bends forward. The black off-shoulder dress slips slightly off one shoulder, revealing her milky smooth skin. She looks intellectual yet dangerously seductive behind her glasses.

Chaeyoung follows, posing against a plain backdrop in her white sleeveless lace top. She stands with quiet elegance. With a soft but captivating expression, she touches her long straight hair lightly with one hand. The lace details accentuate her curves, and the pure white fabric makes her already bright skin glow brighter under the lights.

You watch them both, unable to look away. Their bodies are stunning — toned yet soft in all the right places, their movements graceful and confident. The aura they carry is intoxicating, and you feel heat rising in your chest from pure admiration and nervousness.

After the solo shots, Taejun calls everyone together.

“Now for the main couple and trio shots. Minjae, you’re the male lead today. Just follow my direction and try to relax. The camera loves confidence.”

The first few setups are straightforward. Or more like you are straightforward. You start stiff and unsure, but you try to draw on what you observed at the NOVATION shoot: keeping your shoulders back, chin slightly lifted, and making subtle adjustments on the fly. But you feel awkward and self-conscious. Taejun notices and gives encouraging feedback, guiding your attempts.

Jiheon leans in during one pose, her voice soft and encouraging. “Hey, relax. You’re doing fine. Just breathe and pretend we’re just three friends messing around. No pressure.”

Chaeyoung adds with a gentle smile, “Yeah, loosen up those shoulders. You have a great body, own it.”

Their kind words help a little. You start to loosen up as the shoot progresses and you get more accustomed towards what should and shouldn't be done.

As the poses become more intimate, Jiheon and Chaeyoung move closer, their bodies brushing against yours. Hands on chests, fingers tracing collarbones, lips and hot breaths hovering near necks. The air grows thicker with tension. Sexual tension.

“Minjae, put your hand on Jiheon’s waist — lower. Chaeyoung, lean into his chest. Perfect. Hold that gaze.”

During a short break, Taejun pulls you aside while the girls get their makeup touched up.

“You’re doing well,” he says quietly. “But I assume the higher-ups didn’t fully explain the rest of the shoot to you. Besides modeling, there’s also the ‘payment’ part. After the main shots, you’ll be expected to satisfy the models’ sexual thirst. It’s part of how we operate here. Just follow their lead and do your best.”

Your stomach drops, but you nod stiffly. There’s no backing out now.

When the shoot resumes, the dynamic shots begin. Jiheon and Chaeyoung become much bolder. In one setup, Jiheon presses herself fully against your front, her body rolling subtly against yours as she looks up at you through her glasses. “Like this,” she murmurs, grinding her hips slowly against your groin. The friction is maddening. You feel yourself hardening under the thin robe.

Chaeyoung, on your other side, presses her breasts firmly into your arm and grinds her hip against your thigh in slow, teasing circles. “Mmm… you’re getting hard already,” she whispers. “Let us feel and see how hot you think we are.”

The grinding intensifies in the next poses. Jiheon rolls her hips in sensual waves, her lace-covered body sliding against yours with purposeful pressure. Chaeyoung mirrors her, grinding harder, her white lace top brushing your skin as she whispers filthy encouragement.

Lace… at this point, they might be your worst nemesis.

“Minjae, turn your head toward Jiheon — yes. Chaeyoung, press closer. Perfect chemistry,” Taejun calls out.

Jiheon leans in with a mischievous grin. “You were so tense earlier, but now you’re reacting so well. Does it feel good when we tease you like this?”

Chaeyoung adds, biting her lip, “I bet you’re dying to touch us for real. But you have to wait until the private room.” She trails her fingers dangerously close to your groin, all while smiling innocently for the camera.

“Feel how wet we’re getting just from teasing you?” Jiheon purrs.

You’re fully affected now. Your heart is racing, cock straining against the lingerie briefs, every nerve ending on fire from their constant, intentional contact.

Taejun calls out approvals from behind the camera, but you barely hear him. All you can focus on is the warmth of their skin, the softness of their bodies, and the growing ache between your legs.

By the time Taejun finally calls “Wrap!”, you’re breathing heavily, body buzzing with unresolved tension and desire.

Jiheon pats your shoulder with a wink.

“You did amazing. Can’t wait for the after-party.”

Chaeyoung blows you a kiss.

“See you in the private room. Don’t keep us waiting too long.”

Taejun approaches you as the crew starts packing up.

“You did really well today. A little nervous at the start, but you found your rhythm quickly. Natural flair and good instincts. We’ll have the private session in fifteen minutes. You don't need to get changed at all. Easier access.”

You nod, heart still racing.

As you head back to the changing room, one thought keeps repeating in your head:

This was only the beginning.

Fuck. How many beginnings are there… Every new thing feels like it is only the beginning.

When you’re done resting — though you don’t think you managed to rest at all — Taejun gives your door a soft knock.

“This way,” he says calmly, leading you down a short hallway to a private lounge at the back of the building. The room is luxurious but still reserved — soft lighting, a large sectional couch, a full-length mirror on one wall, and a small bar area in the corner. It feels intimate, almost too intimate. Or maybe you're just sensitive.

Jiheon and Chaeyoung are already inside, lips mashed against each other in a deep, hungry makeout. Taejun closes the door behind you and locks it with a quiet click. The sound echoes in the sudden silence as the two girls slowly pull apart, a thick string of spit connecting their tongues. They turn to look at you, eyes dark with anticipation.

He turns to face you, his expression professional and composed, the same calm mentor demeanour he had during the shoot.

“This is the first payment,” he simply says. “In Lumina Atelier, we operate on equivalent exchange. You are not required to initiate anything. The girls will lead. Your role is to participate, follow their pace, and show your value. How well you perform here will directly influence the level of support we can provide for your girlfriend — better contracts, protection, opportunities. Everything is connected.”

“Wait… you have a girlfriend?” Jiheon tilts her head, her playful expression shifting to genuine surprise.

You nod stiffly, the word “girlfriend” feeling like a knife in your chest.

“And you still signed the contract? Knowing what the payment would be?” Chaeyoung says, equally surprised.

“Yeah… although I guess I only had myself to blame for not reading the fine print carefully. Sure, they could have told me, but it’s not as if it wasn't written in the contract.” You smile sheepishly, embarrassed at your blunder. “I was just… anxious and worried.”

You look back at the three of them, Chaeyoung already pulling Jiheon closer, whispering things that you can't make out.

“We can make do with just Taejun if you want out,” Jiheon offers softly, looking back at you. “We don’t want to force you into something you’re not comfortable with. Really. We can handle it ourselves.”

The offer hangs in the air.

“I'm sure Taejun wouldn't mind right?” Chaeyoung says, cocking her eyebrow as she gives him a nudge, to which he responds with a small nod.

For a split second, you feel a wave of relief. There’s a way out. You could walk away right now. You could tell them you can’t do this. But then you remember why you’re here.

“It’s alright,” you say quietly. “I have to fulfil the contract.”

The girls exchange a quick glance. Jiheon’s eyes soften with understanding, while Chaeyoung gives you a small, almost sympathetic nod.

“Okay then…” Jiheon says, her smile returning, though gentler this time. “We’ll take good care of you. No pressure. Just… let us lead.”

Chaeyoung leans in closer, her breath warm against your ear. “We’ll make it feel good,” she whispers. “You’re doing this for someone important, right? Then trust us.”

Taejun, who has been quietly undressing on the side, gives a single nod of approval.

“Begin when you’re ready.”

They’re already starting to shed the outer layers that they wore during the photoshoot breaks, revealing the elegant lingerie underneath — Jiheon in black, Chaeyoung in white.

You stand there, heart pounding. This is it. The real price.

Jiheon steps forward first, a playful yet hungry smile on her lips as she looks you up and down. “You were so good on set,” she murmurs seductively. “But I’ve been dying to feel and see you since the moment you walked out.”

Chaeyoung moves in from the other side, pressing her body lightly against yours, her hand already trailing down your chest. “We’ve been waiting for this,” she adds softly, eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Jiheon and Chaeyoung waste no time. Their hands move with desperate hunger, fingers tugging at the tie of your pastel pink robe. With teasing smiles, they pull the string, unknotting and letting the overlapping fabric fall open, sliding off your shoulders, pooling at your feet. Their eyes drop immediately to the semi-sheer lingerie briefs underneath. The thick outline of your heavy cock clearly visible, straining hard against the thin material, the head already peeping out from the hem.

Jiheon lets out a soft, appreciative hum, biting her lower lip as she kneels down. “Fuck… look at that,” she whispers, voice already thick with lust. “It’s already so hard even before we’ve touched it properly. Comparable to Taejun’s”

Chaeyoung joins Jiheon, kneeling down, pressing her soft cheek against the warm bulge before taking a deep, shameless inhale. Her nose traces slowly along the thick length as she breathes you in, eyes fluttering in pleasure.

“Mhmm… you smell so fucking good,” she murmurs, nuzzling her face against your cock through the fabric. You can feel the dampened friction she’s giving your erect length, and it’s driving you insane. “Warm… masculine… I can already tell how full you are. God, I bet it tastes even better.”

Jiheon traces her manicured nails lightly over the material, following every ridge and vein with deliberate slowness, feeling you throb and twitch under her touch. “It looks so thick,” she admires, already drooling. “Heavy too… I can feel it pulsing against my fingers. This cock is going to feel incredible stretching our mouths open.”

They don’t rush at all. Instead, they spend long moments worshipping you through the fabric — stroking, squeezing, rubbing their cheeks and lips along the outline while whispering filthy praises. The sensations are maddening, making you crave for more as your hips jerk into their touches. Chaeyoung cups your balls gently through the briefs, rolling them in her fingers as she looks up at you with sparkling eyes.

“These feel so full… so heavy. You must have been aching the entire shoot, huh? Thinking about us while you posed?”

“I love how it twitches every time I kiss it… like it’s begging for our mouths already.” Jiheon leans in, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the side of your shaft, her warm breath soaking through the thin material. The thin fabric has already darkened from their licks and kisses, and your cock grows impossibly harder against the escapable restraints, begging to be released, begging to be caressed.

Their hands grow bolder. Chaeyoung hooks her fingers into the waistband and slowly peels the briefs down, letting your cock spring free. It slaps heavily against her cheek with a soft, meaty sound, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.

Both girls let out soft, needy moans at the sight.

“God… it’s even better than I imagined,” Jiheon breathes, eyes wide with hunger. “So thick… so veiny… look how it’s throbbing for us.”

Chaeyoung wraps both hands around your shaft, giving it a slow, twisting pump from base to tip, spreading your pre-cum all over the head. “Fuck… it’s so warm and heavy in my hands,” she whispers, stroking you slowly with a suffocating force. “I can feel every vein… every pulse. You’re going to ruin our mouths with this cock, aren’t you?”

The both of them keep working you with their hands and mouths, stroking and twisting, licking the sides, kissing the head, rubbing their soft cheeks and lips along every inch while moaning softly. It’s as if you’re an undiscovered treasure, for them to trace, for them to map every inch of your meaty terrain.

Jiheon pumps you with one hand while her other gently massages your balls, rolling them tenderly. “These feel so full… I bet you have so much cum for us,” she purrs, leaning in to drag her tongue slowly from the base all the way to the tip. Chaeyoung joins her, their tongues occasionally brushing against each other as they lick and kiss along your shaft. The wet, slick sounds of their tongues fill the room, growing steadily louder as their movements become more eager.

You can’t help the low, involuntary groan that escapes your throat. Your hips twitch forward, and both girls moan in response, clearly loving your reaction.

“Listen to that sound,” Chaeyoung whispers, wrapping her hands around you, pumping you faster, her hand twisting on every upstroke. “He’s starting to lose it already.”

Jiheon takes your cock from Chaeyoung’s hands and looks up at you with dark, lust-filled eyes, stroking you firmly. “You’re getting so much harder… so much thicker in my hand. Does it feel good when we worship your cock like this?”

You barely manage a nod, sinking into the pleasure their hands provide. They keep doing this for agonising minutes:

Pump, lick, twist.

Squeeze, kiss, rub.

Repeating the cycle over and over again, slowly increasing the intensity, letting the wet, lewd sounds grow louder and faster. Only when your breathing turns ragged and your cock drips with their saliva and your pre-cum do they finally move in for the real thing.

You’ve never noticed, but Taejun has already undressed entirely. He’s standing by the side, stroking his cock as he revels in the sight of the two desperate sluts worshipping your cock. “Taejun…” you manage a soft grunt.

He smiles at you before standing beside Chaeyoung. “Feel good? Just relax and enjoy. If you’re worried, just think of it as a transaction, and they’re just your sex toys, like how they're treating you as theirs.”

Right as he says that, Chaeyoung immediately turns her attention to him, taking his cock into her mouth with a wet, eager gluck. She sucks him deep and sloppy, head bobbing as wet slurping sounds fill the room.

You’re not neglected.

“I want his cock first,” Jiheon says, squeezing your thick length with a confident, teasing pressure. “You can have Taejun for now.” She gives you the sweetest devilish smile you've ever seen, before taking you into her mouth, sucking your tip sloppily as her tongue twirls in perfect circles. Despite plunging her throat onto Taejun’s cock, Chaeyoung’s hand remains on your cock, stroking you continuously while Jiheon licks and slurps on the exposed upper part of your cock. They work you and Taejun together, hands and mouths never stopping as the room fills with louder, wetter sounds of slurps, glucks, and schlicks, head bobbing eagerly, hands pumping into a blur, moans vibrating around your cocks.

You’re fully caught now — embarrassed and reluctant, but unable to deny how intensely good it feels. Your face contorts in pleasure despite yourself. Their strokes are soft yet firm, sending sparks of heat up your spine. You let out a low, involuntary grunt, hips twitching forward.

“Don’t be shy,” Jiheon whispers, looking up at you with a seductive, satisfied smile, her breath hot against your bulge. “Just focus on me.” She dives back down and stuffs you back into her mouth.

“Mhmm… you taste so fucking good… your cock is perfect… so big and hard for me… I love how it fills my mouth…” Jiheon moans.

Chaeyoung continues sucking Taejun sloppy and deep beside you, the wet glucking sounds mixing with her muffled moans. Her hands have already left your cock at this point, twisting around Taejun’s shaft as she bobs desperately on his tip. You’re both a groaning mess as both girls work your cocks at the same time, devouring the sweet nectar that leaks copiously from your slits.

You can’t help but relax slightly at the obscene sight, breathing growing heavier, a reluctant groan escaping your throat.

Jiheon pulls off your cock with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her plump lips to the glistening head.

“Switch,” she says to Chaeyoung with a wicked grin.

Chaeyoung releases Taejun and moves to you. She takes your cock into her mouth eagerly, sucking you deeper than Jiheon did, her tongue pressing firmly along the underside as she hums in pleasure.

“Fuck… your cock is so thick,” she moans around you, the vibrations traveling straight through your shaft. “Feels so good in my mouth… I love how it stretches my lips… so heavy on my tongue…”

Chaeyoung sucks you differently as compared to Jiheon. She’s more aggressive, but she doesn’t just mindlessly jam her head onto you. Each plunge is coupled with an exaggerated slight twist of her head, which doesn’t seem much to a bystander, but it enables you to fill and push deeper into her throat. Your throat runs dry as your entire length penetrates Chaeyoung’s warm tunnel over and over again, her throat muscles working around your length relentlessly.

To the side, Jiheon takes Taejun into her mouth, filling it full with something once again, sucking him with equal enthusiasm while occasionally glancing over at you with lust-filled eyes. She pulls off Taejun every few bobs, smacking his cock on her lips, spreading her saliva and his juices all over her lips, making it glossy and shiny before taking him back in with another playful grin. The girls keep praising both of you as they switch again and again, their voices dripping with seduction.

“Your cock is one of the best we’ve had,” Chaeyoung murmurs, stroking you with both hands while licking the underside. “So big… so hard… Makes me wanna see you use it on us.”

Jiheon nods, lips stretched around Taejun’s cock before pulling off to speak.

“Your body too… so toned… so fucking hot. We’re lucky today.”

To make you feel more at ease, Taejun gives a calm instruction.

“Let both of them take care of you at the same time.”

Jiheon and Chaeyoung immediately move together. They kneel side by side in front of you, tongues out, lips pressing against opposite sides of your cock. They slide up and down together, sandwiching your thick shaft between their soft, wet mouths, slurping and licking from base to tip in perfect sync.

The sensation is overwhelming. You let out a deep, guttural groan, your hand instinctively moving to the back of both their heads.

“Shit…” you grunt. “That feels… too fucking good.”

The girls moan around your cock as they continue their sloppy, double blowjob. Their tongues swirl as their lips suck, and spit drips down your shaft and balls while their mouths fight over juices leaking out of your head.

Chaeyoung pulls off with a gasp, strings of spit connecting her lips to your cock as she strokes you fast with both hands, twisting on every upstroke. You’re throbbing hard, hips twitching as the pleasure builds.

Jiheon looks up at you with dark, lust-drunk eyes, lips stretched around the side of your cock. “Don’t cum yet,” she begs softly, voice husky and pleading. “We’re not done worshipping this perfect cock… hold it for us a little longer.”

“Yeah… let us enjoy you. Your cock feels so fucking good in our mouths… we want to make it even wetter… even harder before you give us all your cum.”

The girls don’t give you any time to recover. They stand up and move to the couch right in the middle of the room, Jiheon grabbing your hand and pulling you along. Moving in practiced coordination, Chaeyoung climbs on all fours on the couch, ass up and back arched deeply. Taejun steps behind her without a word, lines up, and sinks his cock into her soaked pussy in one smooth thrust. Chaeyoung moans loudly, pushing back to take him deeper.

Jiheon nudges you onto the couch as well, asking you to kneel right in front of the Chaeyoung. Chaeyoung looks at your cock with sex-drunk eyes, licking her lips in anticipation. When you’re in position, Jiheon takes her place behind you and drops to her knees. She places her hands on your ass and spreads your cheeks. Before you can react, her warm, wet tongue presses flat against your rim.

“Fuck—” you grunt, body jerking forward at the sudden, filthy sensation, your upright throbbing erection splitting apart Chaeyoung’s lips. Chaeyoung takes you in greedily as Taejun fucks into her, hands propped onto the sofa, fingers gripping the cushion tight as she revels in the pleasure of being filled on both ends.

“Relax… let her eat your ass while I take care of this pretty cock,” Chaeyoung purrs as she pulls you out of her mouth, looking up at you with her wicked, lust-drunk eyes. She leans forward and opens her mouth again, taking you back into the depths of her throat in one smooth motion as Taejun continues to pound into her from behind. Every hard thrust from Taejun pushes her forward, forcing more of your cock down her throat, gagging her deep and hard as saliva leaks from the edges of her mouth, running down her string, swinging everywhere erratically.

Jiheon moans softly as she licks and draws slow, broad circles around your tight hole, her tongue teasing and pressing around it with wet, filthy sounds. The feeling is intense and overwhelming — warm, slippery, and deeply humiliating in the best-worst way. Every circle she draws your muscles relax and your puckered hole opens, allowing her to plunge her tongue deeper into your ass.

“Fuck Jiheon… it feels so weird, but it’s so good…” you grunt in pleasure.

The contrast is devastating.

Jiheon’s tongue works relentlessly behind you while Chaeyoung’s mouth sucks you sloppy and deep in front. Pornographic sounds fill the room: Taejun’s hips slapping against Chaeyoung’s ass, her gagging moans around your cock, and Jiheon’s soft, hungry hums as she rims you.

Taejun groans, gripping Chaeyoung’s hips tighter as he fucks her harder.

“She’s getting so tight,” he mutters. “Gonna fill her up soon.”

“Yes—fuck me harder—please—I love getting filled—on both ends like this—” Chaeyoung pulls off your cock just long enough to gasp. “Fuck—both your cocks—so thick—so fat—so full—fuck”

Jiheon doesn’t stop rimming you for a second, her tongue plunging deep in, as if trying to push you over the edge. Her fingers are now deep inside her own pussy, plunging fast and hard, and her own juices are dripping incessantly onto the couch beneath. Every moan she makes sends shivers up your spine. You’re shaking now, hands clenched at your sides, trying desperately not to lose control too fast. The dual sensation is almost too much.

“Fuck—I’m gonna cum—” Jiheon moans, her hand now a blur as she jams her fingers in and out of her cunt, desperately chasing her high. Right as she shatters, Chaeyoung shivers and shakes around your cock, screaming around your cock as she crosses the edge as well. Both of them cum at the same time, unleashing waves after waves of hot juices everywhere.

Taejun doesn’t stop pumping throughout Chaeyoung’s orgasm, his pace turning brutal as he chases after his own orgasm. He slams into Chaeyoung with deep, powerful strokes until he buries himself to the hilt and groans loudly.

“Take it—”

Chaeyoung moans loudly around your cock, still convulsing from the sensitivity as Taejun pumps rope after rope of cum deep inside her. You can see her body shudder and shake as she gets filled to the brim.

The moment Taejun finishes and pulls out, Chaeyoung pulls off your cock with a wet pop, breathing hard, cum already starting to leak down her thighs. Jiheon finally moves from behind you, pushing you onto the couch. The two girls kneel between your legs, looking at your cock with messy, flushed faces.

“Your turn,” Jiheon purrs. “Cum on our faces. Paint our pretty faces white.”

“Fuck—make us prettier, please.” Chaeyoung strokes you fast with one hand, joining Jiheon’s hands as they twist on every upstroke. Their mouths open wide on your tip, eyes locked on yours as they wait for your blessing.

You can’t hold back anymore.

With a deep, broken groan, you explode. Thick, heavy ropes of cum shoot across their pretty faces, streaking their cheeks, nose, lips, and tongue. They moan in pleasure, taking every pulse like it’s a gift as they keep pumping you through it, milking out every last drop until you’re completely spent, chest heaving, legs shaking.

The room falls into heavy, satisfied silence for a moment, only broken by the ragged breathing and the faint sound of cum dripping.

Then the door to the private room clicks open.

Ms Shin — the same sharp-eyed woman from the interview — walks in calmly, still dressed in her crisp business attire.

“Yuna,” Taejun grunts, giving her a nod of acknowledgement.

She reciprocates his greeting and turns to look at you and the two girls. She doesn’t look surprised at the scene in front of her: two girls on their knees with cum on their faces and leaking from one of their pussies, you standing there spent and breathing hard.

She scans the room with a cool, appraising gaze, then looks directly at you.

“Not bad for your first payment,” she says professionally but with a hint of approval. “Your stamina and responsiveness are acceptable. The girls seem satisfied.”

She tilts her head slightly, eyes flicking over to their cum covered faces.

“Hi Yuna~ he’s awesome~” Jiheon praises with a wide smile.

“I want a session with him soon already,” Chaeyoung adds on sultrily. “I wonder how his cock will feel like inside me, stretching me wide.”

Jiheon giggles and pulls Chaeyoung in for a kiss, them both moaning into each other as they lick your cum off each other’s faces. Yuna stands there and pens down notes, appreciating the snowballing that's happening between Jiheon’s and Chaeyoung’s lips. When they're finally done, they turn to look at you, showing your cum in their mouths before they swallow it down with an exaggerated gulp.

“Tasty~” Jiheon licks her lips in satisfaction.

“We’ll review the footage and let you know how your performance will affect your benefits,” Yuna cuts in. “For now… clean up and rest. We’ll contact you soon.”

Yuna gives Taejun one last nod, then turns and leaves the room as quietly as she entered, the door clicking shut behind her.

Taejun, who had been quietly putting his clothes back on, glances at you. “That was Yuna, or who you know as Ms Shin,” he says, buttoning his shirt.

“Who exactly is she?” you ask, grunting as the girls take your cock back into their mouths, sucking and lick the remaining cum off.

“She’s one of the top models in the company and also sits on the executive side. These days she mostly works as a consultant and talent evaluator, but she still takes on select modeling jobs when the campaign is important enough.”

“J-Jiheon, if you keep doing that, I’m gonna get hard again…” you plead.

“Hehehe~ you’re so cute,” she says, letting out a dreamy little sigh. “What makes you think I'm not?”

“Stop teasing him already, Heonnie,” Taejun says.

“Alright~” Jiheon murmurs, wiping a thumb across her lip as she lets your ‘cleaned’ cock go. “But really, Yuna-unnie is seriously amazing. You may not have seen her works before, but she's sexy as hell on camera. The fact that she came in herself… that’s a really good sign.”

Chaeyoung nodded, licking the corner of her mouth with a satisfied grin. “Yeah. She doesn’t bother showing up for just anyone. You must have done something right, Minjae. Yuna-unnie’s standards are insanely high.”

You barely manage a weak nod, still trying to process everything. Your body feels heavy and your mind even heavier.

Fully dressed, Taejun gives you a small reassuring pat on the shoulder. “Clean up and rest for now. Someone will contact you soon about the next steps.”

This is only the first real payment.

And you already know it won’t be the last.

———

After a quick shower in the connected bathroom (just really how well-thought the entire set is), you change back into your normal clothes in the quiet changing room. Taejun and the two beautiful girls seem to have left when you were showering, and the private lounge sits empty now, cold and deserted, a stark contrast from the luxurious haze of sex earlier.

You finally pull out your phone.

The screen lights up with a flood of notifications.

41 missed calls.

14 new messages.

All from Karina.

Your heart drops. Whatever it is, it must be urgent. You swallow hard and tap her name, calling her back. She picks up almost immediately.

“Master! Where have you been?!” Karina exclaims worriedly. “I've been calling you non-stop for hours!”

“I'm sorry,” you say hoarsely. “I was at the photoshoot, working on my first assignment. It ran… longer than expected and I had to have my phone on silent the whole time.”

There’s a short, heavy pause.

“…Photoshoot?” Karina repeats, suspicion creeping into her tone. “Aren’t you just an assistant? It shouldn’t take that long. And why do you sound like that? You sound exhausted.”

“I’m just tired,” you mutter.

“What the hell is going on?” she fires back, sharper now. “I know how LA works, Master. Your lies aren’t going to work on me. Tell me the truth.”

You hesitate, fingers tightening around the phone until your knuckles turn white.

You hesitate, fingers tightening around the phone.

“I… was working as a lingerie model.”

Silence.

Then Karina lets out a disbelieving laugh.

“…Lingerie model? You? Minjae, that’s impossible. You’re joking, right? At LA?”

“I’m not joking,” you say quietly, leaning back against the wall of the changing room. “They needed a male model for a couple’s lingerie line.”

Another long silence. You can practically hear her mind racing.

“That doesn’t even sound like you,” she finally says, clearly stunned from the revelation. “We both thought you’d just be an assistant or something behind the scenes… How did this even happen?”

You close your eyes. Flashes from the private lounge hit you again — Jiheon’s tongue behind you, Chaeyoung gagging on your cock while Taejun fucked her, your cum on their faces, Yuna walking in like it was routine.

“I’m fine,” you lie. “Apparently I didn't read the contract carefully, and I’m hired as a lingerie model…”

“…Alright,” Karina exhales slowly, clearly trying to process it. You sense a sharp tone of discomfort and anger from her voice. “We’ll talk about this properly when I see you in person. I need to understand what’s really going on.”

“Anyway, what was that about knowing how Lumina works?” you ask.

She pauses for a moment before changing the subject, her tone shifting to something more urgent.

“Anyway, have you seen what I sent you? It's the link for the magazine shoot last week at NOVATION. Participants get early access before the actual release the next day.”

You frown. “No… I haven’t checked anything yet. I’ve been busy all day, and I called you straight after seeing all the missed calls.”

“Just go see it right now, Master. You need to find Gaeul as soon as possible.” Karina says with a serious and insistent tone.

Before you can ask her why, she ends the call abruptly, leaving you standing alone in the changing room, phone still pressed to your ear and a knot tightening in your stomach. You open the messaging app with unsteady fingers and tap on the link Karina sent.

———

You push open the door to Gaeul’s dorm quietly and step inside. The living room is dark and empty.

“Gaeul?” you call out softly.

No answer.

You turn your head and look around the room and it’s mostly dark, except for the faint glow that spills from the direction of her bedroom. You walk towards it and gently push the door open.

“Gaeul…?”

She’s sitting on her bed, knees tucked tightly to her chest, arms wrapped around her shins. She isn’t crying — not yet at least — but the sadness on her face is unmistakable. Her eyes are red-rimmed and her shoulders are slumped. Beside her, her laptop is open, the screen showing the early draft of the NOVATION magazine spread.

You walk over without a word and climb onto the bed, sitting right beside her. Your eyes fall to the screen. You tap on the arrow keys, scrolling through the file, relooking what you saw on your phone earlier.

Her photos are small.

Tucked away in the least prominent corners of the pages. Barely noticeable. In stark contrast, Yujin’s shots dominate the cover and have a full dedicated section. Sullyoon’s are given generous spreads with elegant styling and prominent placement. Gaeul’s images feel like an afterthought.

You swallow the lump in your throat.

“These are really pretty, Gaeul,” you say gently, trying to sound sincere. “The lighting on this one… it really brings out your eyes. And this pose — you look beautiful.”

She doesn’t respond at first. Then her lower lip trembles.

“…Am I nothing compared to them?” she whispers. “Yujin and Sullyoon… they’re on the cover. They have whole sections. Mine are just… shoved in the corner like they don’t even matter.”

The tears she’d been holding back finally spill out.

You don’t hesitate. You pull her into your arms, wrapping her tightly against your chest. She buries her face in your shirt and starts sobbing quietly, her body shaking with each breath.

You hold her close, one hand gently stroking her hair, the other rubbing slow circles on her back. The guilt in your chest burns hotter than ever. You know exactly why her photos got this treatment, but yet you can’t tell her.

When her sobs finally start to quiet into soft hiccups, she pulls back to speak.

“I… I called Yujin earlier. And Director Oh,” she sniffles. “They both said there’s nothing they can do. It’s all up to the magazine designer… or whoever decides the layout. They told me it’s normal for new faces to get smaller spots at first.”

She wipes her eyes with the back of her hand. “But… isn’t Sullyoon new too?” Fresh tears spill out again as she looks up at you with that heartbreaking vulnerability.

“I thought… maybe if I worked hard enough, I could at least stand beside them. But I guess I’m still too far behind…”

You hold her a little tighter, saying nothing.

Because what could you possibly say?

———

A/N #2: In case you didn't realise, this is tied to Viscosity Index's timeline~

She hovers in the doorway, fidgeting with the hem of her oversized hoodie. 'Hey... can you help me with something?' Her voice is small, not her usual sassy tone.

I pause the game, spinning my chair to face her. 'What now? Borrow money for more makeup?'

'No, idiot. It's... serious. Pull something out for me.' She crosses her arms, avoiding my eyes.

I blink, confused. 'Pull what out? Like a splinter?'

She sighs, stepping inside and shutting the door. 'Don't laugh, okay? Promise.' Her face turns even redder. 'I was... cleaning my pussy, and the tool I used got stuck inside. It's still there.'

I burst out laughing before I can stop myself, the absurdity hitting me. Chaeyoung with something jammed in her pussy? 'Wait, you're pranking me, right? This is some weird Twice initiation thing?'

Her eyes widen, and she stomps her foot. 'It's not a prank! It hurts, and I can't get it out myself.'

I wipe my eyes, still chuckling but seeing the panic in her expression. She's not joking. 'Okay, fine. Why not go to the hospital? Pros handle that stuff.'

She shakes her head furiously. 'Are you crazy? If paparazzi catch wind, it'll be all over the news. 'Idol Chaeyoung's embarrassing ER visit.' No way. You're family. You have to help.'

My heart races a bit—nervous as hell, but there's this twisted excitement bubbling under the surface. I shove those thoughts down deep; she's my sister, and I care about her, even if we fight like cats and dogs. 'Alright, alright. Lay down on the bed. Let's see what we're dealing with.'

She hesitates, then nods, kicking off her slippers and climbing onto my unmade bed, lying back with her legs pressed together. 'Turn off the lights first.'

I reach for the switch but pause. 'How am I supposed to see the damn thing if it's dark?'

Chaeyoung buries her face in her hands. 'Just... do it. I'm embarrassed enough. I don't want you staring at my pussy like that.' Her voice muffles, but I can hear the vulnerability there, mixed with that reluctant trust we share.

I flick the light switch off, plunging the room into dimness, the only glow coming from my paused PC screen in the corner. It's not pitch black—enough shadows to make out shapes, but her details are softened, which I guess is what she wants. My pulse hammers in my ears as I approach the bed, the air thick with unspoken awkwardness. Chaeyoung's lying there, knees bent slightly, her hoodie riding up just enough to show the edge of her shorts. She's breathing shallow, eyes squeezed shut like she's bracing for judgment.

'Okay, uh... spread your legs a bit,' I mutter, my voice rougher than I intend. She whimpers softly but complies, parting her thighs with a reluctant shift. In the low light, I can make out the outline of her shorts clinging to her hips, the fabric damp in spots—probably from whatever mess she's in. I kneel at the edge of the bed, hands hovering, unsure where to start. 'What exactly is this 'tool'? Like, a vibrator or something?'

She groans, covering her face again. 'Just... a handle from a makeup brush. Slim, but the end got wedged. Please, don't make me say more.' Her voice cracks, embarrassment radiating off her like heat.

I nod, even though she can't see it, and grab the nearest thing on my desk—a ballpoint pen, the kind with a smooth, rounded cap. It's not ideal, but better than nothing while I figure this out. My fingers tremble as I tug her shorts down gently, exposing her bare pussy to the cool room air. She's completely shaved, lips puffy and glistening, a faint sheen of arousal or sweat making her folds shine faintly in the PC glow. The brush handle peeks out just a fraction, lodged between her inner walls, her clit peeking swollen above it. My throat tightens—nerves and that forbidden thrill warring inside me. I care about her, damn it; this is just helping.

'Tell me if it hurts,' I say, clicking the pen cap off for a better grip. I press the tip lightly against the exposed end of the handle, trying to hook it out. Her pussy clenches immediately, a visible twitch rippling through her labia as she gasps. The muscles flutter, sucking the handle deeper for a split second before relaxing. 'Shit, it's gripping tight.'

'Oh god,' she moans, hips bucking involuntarily. 'That... tickles weird. Try again.' Her voice is breathy, thighs quivering as she fights to stay still. I push the pen tip firmer, rotating it to catch the edge, but her inner walls spasm around the intrusion, the handle slipping further in with a wet squelch. Her pussy lips part slightly, revealing the slick pink inside, contracting in rhythmic pulses that make my cock stir against my pants. I swallow hard, focusing on the task, but the heat from her core radiates onto my hand, her scent—musky and sweet—filling my nose.

Another try: I angle the pen better, sliding it alongside the handle to lever it free. Her entrance twitches wildly now, folds fluttering like they're alive, a fresh trickle of wetness seeping out and coating my knuckles. Chaeyoung's breath hitches into a whine, her hands fisting the sheets. 'Nngh... it's moving, but... deeper. Feels so full.' Her body betrays her words, hips tilting up toward my touch, chasing the pressure despite the embarrassment. The tension coils in the air, electric—my excitement mirroring her involuntary responses, but I shove it down, reminding myself this is necessity, not desire.

The pen slips, useless against the slickness, and I pull back, frustrated. 'This isn't working. Too blunt.' My mind races to the next option, heart pounding as I wipe my hand on my jeans. Her pussy still throbs visibly, entrance winking open and closed in aftershocks, begging for something more precise.

'Use your finger,' she whispers, so quiet I almost miss it. Her cheeks burn even in the dark, but there's a needy edge to her tone now, the secrecy amplifying everything. I hesitate, the line blurring, but she needs this. I care—have to.

I slick my index finger with spit, then trace her outer lips first, feeling the heat and the way she shudders. Her pussy responds instantly, twitching toward my touch, labia swelling fuller under the contact. 'Like this?' I ask, voice low, as I circle the handle's base, probing gently.

'Y-yes,' she breathes, legs spreading wider on their own. I slide my finger in alongside the handle, her walls clamping down hot and velvety around both. The twitch is intense—her pussy muscles ripple in waves, squeezing my digit in a vise that makes me grit my teeth. Wetness floods out, easing the way, but also heightening every sensation: the slick slide, the pulse of her inner ridges gripping and releasing. I curl my finger, hooking the handle's end, and pull slowly. She cries out, back arching, her clit throbbing visibly as another spasm rocks her core, juices dripping down to her ass.

It's fighting me, her body turned on by the invasion despite—or because of—the taboo. My own arousal throbs painfully, but I focus, twisting my finger deeper. The handle inches out, her pussy fluttering erratically, contractions milking my skin like it's trying to pull me in further. 'Almost... hold on,' I grunt, sweat beading on my forehead from the effort and the charged atmosphere.

With a final, firm tug, the handle pops free, slick and glistening, leaving her entrance gaping slightly, twitching in relief and lingering need. Chaeyoung collapses back, panting, her pussy still quivering with aftershocks, folds slick and flushed. I stare for a beat too long, the sight burned into my mind, before tossing the tool aside and pulling her shorts back up gently.

'You okay?' I ask, voice hoarse, turning the light back on dimly to check her face.

Then, “…you woke me up for that?”

“Yes.”

“You’re actually insane.”

“No wait listen,” you continued. “There’s also Yniela but that sounds ugly so i picked Danyn.”

Dani let out another sleepy laugh. “Why are people shipping us like we got married.”

“Because we’re adorable.”

“We went to the park once.”

“And you let me steal your hat.”

“You STOLE it.”

“Details.”

You heard rustling on the other end like she was turning over in bed.

“I can’t believe you posted that,” Dani muttered.

“You liked the post.”

“…unfortunately.”

You grinned to yourself. “You love me.”

“Don’t piss me off at three a.m.”

“That wasn’t a no.”

Dani sighed dramatically. “You called me in the middle of the night to talk about a ship name.”

“And?”

“And i hate that i’m entertaining this conversation.”

“But you are entertaining it.”

Another pause.

“…Danyn is kinda better than Yniela,” Dani admitted quietly.

You gasped loudly. “OH MY GOD.”

“Shut UP.”

“You like our ship name,”

“I did not say that.”

“You basically did.”

“I’m hanging up.”

“No wait—”

Click.

You stared at your phone for a second before immediately smiling.

Then your phone buzzed again.

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a/n: can't wait angst