#gaeul

The doors slide open and you step into the underground parking garage. You spot the silver sedan almost immediately, mostly because it's the shiniest thing in the entire lot, looking like it just rolled off a showroom floor yesterday. Which, knowing Gaeul mentioned she'd been car shopping last month, it probably did. You make your way over, hiking your messenger bag higher on your shoulder, and tap lightly on the passenger window before opening the door and sliding into the leather seat.

"Good morning."

Gaeul turns to you with that signature bright smile, her hair is pulled back in a low ponytail and her work blazer already on despite the early hour. She looks annoyingly awake for someone who has to deal with property listings and client calls all day, her eyes clear and alert where yours feel like they're filled with sand. "Morning! You look like death warmed over, by the way. And I mean that in the nicest possible way."

"Thanks, I appreciate the honesty." You buckle your seatbelt and sink back into the seat, which is admittedly really comfortable. New car smell fills your lungs as you take a deep breath. "Seriously though, thank you again for the ride. My car being in the shop this week has been a nightmare."

"Oh my god, stop thanking me, it's literally on my way." She waves her hand dismissively as she puts the car in reverse, checking her mirrors. "That's what friends are for. Besides, you've covered for me like a million times when I needed to duck out early. Consider this payback."

You hum in acknowledgment, watching the parking garage entrance approach as she navigates through the rows of vehicles. The real estate firm you both work for isn't glamorous by any stretch of the imagination. It's paperwork and phone calls and spreadsheets and the occasional property walkthrough that breaks up the monotony. But Gaeul makes the cubicle farm bearable with her relentless optimism and her habit of leaving snacks on your desk when she knows you've had a rough morning. She's one of those coworkers who actually became a real friend rather than just someone you nod at in the break room.

The car pulls into the pale gray light of early morning, the sun still so low that makes you want to crawl back into bed. You rest your head against the window as the city drifts past, storefronts and pedestrians melting together as you ride along.

"Okay, you're way too quiet over there. You need music." Gaeul glances at you with mild concern. "Something to wake you up. I've got really good playlists."

"Sure, whatever you want."

"Okay, give me a second." She reaches for her phone sitting in the center console, eyes darting between the road and the screen as she unlocks it. "I've been super into Paramore lately. Like, revisiting all their old stuff but also their newer albums? Hayley Williams is a goddess, I don't make the rules. Oh, wait, hold on." She taps at the screen a few times. "This car is brand new, like I just got it last week, and I'm still figuring out all the technology. There's so many functions. The Bluetooth situation is ridiculous, there's like eight different ways to connect and I can never remember which one I used last time. And the screen is huge which is cool but also overwhelming? Like I don't need a tablet-sized display just to change the temperature."

You watch her fumble with the phone, then glance at the road, then back at the phone. The car drifts slightly toward the center line and you feel your pulse tick up just a notch.

"Hey, hey, maybe focus on not crashing and deal with the music later."

"Oh please, that's literally impossible." She doesn't even look up from her phone, still scrolling through what looks like a music app. "I'm super attentive, I've never had an accident. I'm like the safest driver you know."

"You're literally not watching the road right now."

"I'm watching it with my peripheral vision, it's fine. Okay, I think I found it, let me just sync this and we should be good to..."

Whatever she was going to say gets swallowed by the sound that suddenly erupts from the car speakers.

It's not Paramore.

It's a moan. A very loud, very feminine, very unmistakably sexual moan that fills every inch of the car's interior with surround-sound clarity. The fancy speaker system that came with this fancy new car is doing its absolute best to make sure you hear every single breathy gasp and whimper in crisp, high-definition audio. And then the enormous center console screen flickers to life. It's a video. The angle is POV, shot from below, the camera clearly being held by someone lying on their back. And at the center of the frame, unmistakably, undeniably, is Gaeul. Her face is flushed, her hair loose and messy around her shoulders, her mouth open as another moan escapes her that matches perfectly with the one coming through the speakers. She's naked from what you can see, her body moving rhythmically, and the camera angle makes it very clear that she's riding something.

But the moans aren't just coming from her.

There's another feminine sound underneath hers, breathier and higher in pitch, and you realize with a jolt that the POV doesn't belong to a guy at all. Whoever is holding that camera, whoever Gaeul is currently fucking on that massive screen right in front of your face, is a woman. You catch a glimpse of slender hands gripping Gaeul's thighs, nails painted a pastel pink, and the motion of her hips combined with the angle makes it crystal clear that there's a strap-on involved. Gaeul's head tips back, her hands bracing on the other person's stomach for leverage as she rides harder, and the sound that comes out of her is absolutely filthy.

"Oh fuck," Gaeul says beside you. (The real Gaeul, the one driving, who has finally looked up from her phone.)

"Oh fuck," the Gaeul on the screen echoes, but in a very different context, her hips stuttering as she grinds down particularly hard.

You cannot move. You cannot speak. Your hand is frozen halfway to the volume dial and your brain has completely abandoned any attempt at rational thought because you are currently sitting in your coworker's brand new car at seven forty-five in the morning watching her get railed by another woman on a screen the size of a small television while the speakers blast every wet sound and desperate moan directly into your ears.

The video Gaeul shifts her angle, one hand reaching back to brace on her partner's thigh, and the new position puts everything on display. The way her chest heaves with each breath, the slight sheen of sweat on her skin, the visible tension in her stomach muscles as she works herself on the strap. The other woman says something encouraging that you can't quite make out, and Gaeul laughs breathlessly in response, and the laugh turns into another moan as she picks up the pace, and then mercifully, blessedly, the screen goes dark and the audio cuts off as real Gaeul finally manages to close out of whatever app had betrayed her so thoroughly.

Luckily, you’re lethargic enough not to have any over-the-top reaction to the situation.

"It's been a while since I listened to Paramore, but I gotta say, they're getting pretty experimental with these music videos."

Gaeul snorts, her eyes back on the road like nothing happened. "That was good. It feels like a scripted scene. Have you ever done stand up comedy?”

"No, but I'll consider a career change."

"Yeah, real estate is boring anyway." She adjusts her grip on the steering wheel, completely casual, not a hint of embarrassment in her posture. "Okay so that was my bad. I accidentally went into my gallery instead of the music app and it just auto-played whatever was open. Which was apparently that."

You nod slowly, still processing, still very aware of the phantom sounds echoing in your ears and the images that are now seared permanently into your brain.

"You probably want some context about the video."

"It's cool." You hold up a hand, trying to give her an out. "It's personal, you don't have to explain anything."

"No, it's fine, I don't mind." She shrugs casually. "I recorded it with a friend of mine. We hook up sometimes when we're both free and in the mood. It's nice to have these moments saved, you know? Mainly for masturbation purposes afterward."

You just nod.

"It's kind of narcissistic, I know." She laughs, completely unbothered. "But it's also very hot. Like, watching yourself is weird but also a massive turn-on? I don't know how to explain it. It just does something for me."

You are absolutely not sure what to say to that. Your coworker, your friend, the girl who brings you pastries from the bakery near her apartment and always remembers how you take your coffee, is casually discussing her masturbation habits at seven fifty in the morning while driving you to work. Your brain is struggling to reconcile friendly office Gaeul with the Gaeul you just watched getting fucked six ways from Sunday on a screen the size of a small tablet.

"Did you like it?" The question catches you off guard. You turn to look at her and she glances at you briefly before returning her attention to the road. "I mean, it's pretty amateurish." She continues when you don't immediately respond. "We're not professionals or anything. But the quality is pretty good, right? My friend recorded it on her new iPhone. That thing has an insane camera. And the audio sounded really good through the car speakers, I wonder if it's got Dolby Atmos or something. I should check the manual."

"It, uh." You swallow, trying to gather your scattered thoughts. "Yeah, it was... it's quite... hot?" You say more as a question than an opinion, but Gaeul beams at you anyway.

"Thanks! That's very kind of you to say." She seems genuinely pleased by the compliment, like you just told her you liked her new haircut. "I appreciate the honesty."

"You're... pretty chill about this stuff."

"About sex?" She tilts her head, considering. "Yeah, I guess I am. Why wouldn't I be? It's all just sex, you know? Everyone has sex. It's like the most natural thing in the world. I don't get why people are so weird and secretive about it. Like, we all know what goes on behind closed doors. Why pretend otherwise?"

"Fair point." You find yourself nodding along despite the surreal nature of this entire conversation. "It's pretty cool that you're so... liberal about it."

"Life's too short to be uptight about fucking,” she says. "Anyway, I hope I didn't make things awkward. Did you get turned on?" You turn your head towards her suddenly, eyes wide, your expression speaking for you. "Sorry, was that too direct? I just figured I should ask since I basically ambushed you with porn at eight in the morning. I didn't mean to get you all worked up before we have to go sit in an office for eight hours."

"I'm not..." You start to deny it, the automatic response of someone who has been conditioned to downplay any sexual reaction in polite company. "I'm not horny."

You know that didn't sound convincing, especially given the very obvious situation currently developing in your work pants. You shift slightly, trying to adjust without drawing attention to the problem, but Gaeul just raises an eyebrow at you.

"But you said you liked the video."

"I did, but that doesn't mean..."

"It was pretty explicit." She's fighting a smile now, clearly enjoying your discomfort. "Like, objectively hot. Are you telling me you watched that whole thing and felt nothing? Because I call bullshit."

You sigh, accepting defeat. "Okay, fine. I might have gotten a little aroused. But it was involuntary. A natural physical response to visual and auditory stimuli. It doesn't mean anything."

"That's fair. For what it's worth, I got turned on too. Just from the audio, honestly. That day was soooo good." She draws out the word, sounding slightly dreamy. "My friend made me cum three times. Three! Back to back. I was basically useless for like an hour afterward. Just lying there like a starfish, completely brain-dead."

The mental image of that is not helping your current situation at all. You press your thighs together subtly, willing your body to calm the fuck down.

"She must be very good then. Your friend."

"Oh, she's incredible. Very generous, very attentive. Knows exactly what she's doing." Gaeul sighs happily at the memory. "Ten out of ten, would recommend. If you're ever looking for a good time with a woman who knows her way around a strap, I can give you her number."

You're not entirely sure if she's joking.

"Listen." She glances at you, then does a double-take, her eyes dropping to your lap for a split second before returning to the road. "Would you be willing to stop for a quick minute to fuck?"

The car swerves slightly as your brain completely short-circuits. "What?"

"I mean, I can see your bulge from here." She gestures vaguely in the direction of your crotch, as casual as if she were pointing out a nice building. "You must have a pretty nice dick based on that situation you've got going on. And I'm turned on now because talking about that day always gets me going. So I'm just saying, as an option, we could pull over somewhere discreet and take care of this before work."

“Yeah, thanks for noticing."

"You're welcome." She grins at you, completely unruffled. "It's good for self-esteem. Seriously though, you're horny, I'm horny, let's just help each other out and then head to work like normal. We'll still get there on time if we're quick about it."

You stare at her. She stares at the road. The proposal hangs in the air, absurd and matter-of-fact and somehow making perfect sense in the context of this absolutely insane morning.

The truth is: Gaeul is gorgeous. You've always known that, in an objective, coworker-you-shouldn't-think-about-that-way sense. She's petite and pretty with delicate features and a smile that lights up whatever room she's in. And now, knowing that underneath the professional blazers and sensible work shoes is a woman who films her hook-ups and watches them later, who talks about cumming three times with the same casualness as discussing the lunch, who apparently has no filter whatsoever when it comes to sex... it's doing something to you. Something significant. Something that's making your already uncomfortable pants situation exponentially worse.

"Okay,” you say quietly, and now there’s no turning back. She knows you want this just as much as she does. "Yeah. Let's... let's do that."

Gaeul's smile turns downright delighted. "Perfect."

She flicks on her turn signal (ever the attentive driver) and takes the next right, navigating down a side street and then another until she finds what she's apparently looking for: a small, secluded corner behind what looks like an abandoned warehouse, shielded from the main road by overgrown bushes and a crumbling brick wall. She pulls in, shifts the car into park, and turns off the engine.

She turns to look at you, her eyes bright, and you realize that this is actually happening. "Okay, let's begin." Gaeul says it like she's about to start a work presentation rather than have sex with you in the backseat of her car. She reaches for the climate controls, cranking up the air conditioning until cool air blasts through the vents. "Don't want us sweating too much and showing up to work looking like disasters. HR would have questions."

She shrugs off her blazer, folding it neatly and placing it on the front passenger seat with the kind of care that suggests she's done this before, or at least thought about the logistics. You follow her lead automatically, removing your own jacket and draping it over the headrest.

"Back seat,” Gaeul says to you. “More room to work with."

The transition from front to back is nothing short of comedic. Gaeul tries to slip between the seats and immediately gets her hip caught on the center console. You attempt to go around the other way and somehow manage to elbow her in the shoulder. There's a brief moment where you're both stuck in an awkward tangle of limbs, her knee in your ribs and your hand braced on the ceiling for balance, and she lets out a laugh that breaks through any remaining tension.

"This is so unsexy right now."

"We'll get there."

Eventually, through a combination of contortion and determination, you both make it to the backseat. The space is bigger than you expected for a sedan, probably one of those features she paid extra for without realizing it would come in handy for exactly this purpose. You settle against the door, one leg stretched across the seat and the other foot planted on the floor, and Gaeul considers the available positions with a critical eye.

"I'll just sit on your lap. Hold on." She swings one leg over your thighs and tries to settle, but the angle is wrong and she ends up sliding sideways. "Okay, that's not working. Help me?" Your hands find her waist, guiding her as she repositions, and after a few adjustments she manages to settle properly with her knees bracketing your hips and her weight resting comfortably against your thighs. She wiggles experimentally and nods, apparently satisfied. "There we go. Comfortable."

You're acutely aware of the warmth of her body through the thin fabric of her work skirt, the way she's positioned directly over the bulge that hasn't subsided even slightly since that video started playing. If she notices (and she definitely notices), she doesn't comment on it.

"We should kiss first. Break the ice a little." Before you can respond, she leans in and presses her lips to yours.

The kiss starts tentative, like you're both testing the waters to see how this is going to work. Her lips are soft and taste faintly of the strawberry chapstick you've seen her apply at her desk a hundred times, and there's something incredibly strange about kissing someone whose mouth you've watched form spreadsheet formulas and client greetings and casual lunch conversation. But then she tilts her head, changing the angle, and her tongue traces along your lower lip in a way that makes your brain stop cataloging the weirdness and start focusing on how fucking good it feels.

Your hands slide up from her waist, fingers working at the buttons of her shirt. The fabric parts to reveal a simple nude-colored bra underneath, practical rather than fancy, the kind of thing you wear to work because you're not expecting anyone to see it. You push the shirt off her shoulders and she helps, shrugging out of it and tossing it vaguely in the direction of the front seats.

She's petite, just like you've always noticed, but seeing her like this is different from catching glimpses in professional attire. Her frame is delicate, her shoulders narrow, her chest modest beneath the thin material of her bra. You pull back from the kiss to look at her properly and she watches you with something like amusement, clearly comfortable being observed.

Your lips find her jaw, trailing a path of kisses down to her neck as your hands reach around to unhook her bra. The clasp gives way after a brief struggle (you've never been great at these things, but you manage) and she lets the straps slide down her arms until the bra drops away entirely.

Her breasts are small, barely a handful each, with pale pink nipples that are already starting to pebble in the cool air from the AC. You cup one gently, feeling the soft weight of it against your palm, and she sighs at the contact.

"You have perfect tits."

"Thanks, you're such a gentleman." The words are teasing but you can hear the genuine appreciation underneath. She reaches up to run her fingers through your hair as you continue mapping the curve of her breast with your hand. "I went out with this guy once who said I'd look better with implants. Can you believe that? Like, we'd been dating for maybe two months and he just casually drops that he thinks I should get surgery."

"What an asshole."

"Right? I mean, I'm not against cosmetic procedures in general, people should do whatever makes them feel good about themselves, but that's not for me. I think I’m just underrated in this society, you know? People just don’t get my appeal. But I like my natural body." She's still talking even as your thumb brushes over her nipple, her breath catching slightly before she continues: "It feels empowering, you know? Not conforming to what society says I should look like. Like, why should I change myself to fit some arbitrary standard that some random men decided was attractive? My body is my body and I think there's something radical about just accepting it the way it..."

You close your mouth over her nipple and she stops mid-sentence.

"Oh. Oh, that's really good."

The taste of her skin is clean, and you feel her nipple harden further against your tongue as you suck gently. Her hands tighten in your hair and her hips shift, grinding her ass back against the rigid length of your cock where it strains against your pants.

You take your time with her chest, switching from one nipple to the other, using your mouth and your hands in alternation. Licking broad strokes with the flat of your tongue, then swirling around the hardened peak. Sucking until she gasps, then releasing to blow cool air across the wet skin and watching her shiver. Her breasts might be small but they're sensitive as fuck, every touch and lick and gentle bite drawing reactions from her that make your cock throb insistently against the confines of your underwear.

Her hips keep moving the whole time, rocking in a slow rhythm that drags her ass across your erection with maddening consistency. The fabric of her skirt has ridden up and you can feel the heat of her even through all the layers between you.

"Okay." Her breathing has gone ragged, her chest flushed pink. "Okay, I need to see what I'm working with here."

She slides off your lap and kneels on the seat beside you, her fingers going to your belt. The metal clinks as she unbuckles it, then she pops the button of your pants and drags the zipper down. Her movements are efficient, purposeful, like she's completing a task rather than undressing you, and there's something weirdly hot about her matter-of-fact approach.

"Lift your hips." You comply, raising yourself off the seat so she can tug your pants and underwear down together. They catch briefly on your erection before she pulls harder, and then your cock springs free, slapping against your stomach with the kind of enthusiasm that would be embarrassing if you had any remaining capacity for embarrassment.

Gaeul stares.

Your cock is hard and flushed, curving slightly upward, thick enough that her fingers probably won't touch when she wraps her hand around it (not that you've measured). The length is significant, easily the full span of her forearm from wrist to elbow, and you watch her expression shift from curiosity to something like impressed disbelief.

“Holy shit." She tilts her head, studying your cock. "I could play baseball with that thing."

"Thanks?"

"No, seriously, that's..." She wraps her hand around the shaft and you were right, her fingers don't quite meet around the girth. "That's a lot of dick. Like, objectively. I've seen my fair share and this is definitely in the upper percentile." Her hand starts moving, stroking slowly up and down the length, spreading the bead of precum that's already gathered at the tip. The sensation makes your head fall back against the window, a groan escaping your throat. "Hey, random question."

"Mm?"

"I heard that guys with really big dicks sometimes have trouble pumping enough blood to get fully hard. Like, their hearts can't keep up and they end up feeling faint." Her hand doesn't stop moving as she talks, her grip firm and steady. "Is that true? Have you ever passed out from an erection?"

You lift your head to stare at her incredulously. "I don't... can we not talk about that right now?"

"Why not?"

"Because it's not exactly a topic that gets me going. Medical concerns about my circulatory system aren't really dirty talk."

"Oh." She blinks, then laughs, her nose scrunching in that way it does when she finds something genuinely funny. "You're right, my bad. That was a weird tangent. I just get curious about stuff sometimes."

"I've noticed."

Gaeul shifts her position on the seat, settling onto her knees as she lowers her head toward your lap. Her hand is still wrapped around your shaft, stroking lazily, and she studies your cock with the kind of focused attention she usually reserves for complicated property contracts.

"Fair warning, I have a small mouth. This might take some adjustment." She parts her lips and takes the head of your cock between them, and you immediately understand what she means. Her jaw stretches to accommodate even just the tip, her lips pulled taut around the thick crown, and you can see the slight furrow in her brow as she works to take more. She manages another inch before pulling back, a thin strand of saliva connecting her lower lip to your cockhead. "Yeah, that's... that's a lot."

"You don't have to..."

"No, I want to. Just give me a second to figure this out."

She tries again, this time angling her head differently and relaxing her jaw more deliberately. The warm wetness of her mouth envelops the first few inches and she holds there, breathing steadily through her nose, letting herself adjust to the stretch. Her tongue presses flat against the underside of your shaft, tracing along the thick vein that runs the length of it, and the sensation makes your thighs tense involuntarily.

Slowly, carefully, she starts to move. Her head bobs in a shallow rhythm at first, just working the top third of your cock, her hand gripping the base to cover what her mouth can't reach. Each downstroke pushes her a little further, and you can feel the resistance of her throat each time she tests her limits. She gags slightly on a particularly ambitious attempt and pulls back, coughing once before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Okay. Okay, I think I've got it now."

When she takes you back into her mouth, something has shifted. She's found her rhythm, her confidence, and the difference is immediate. Her lips form a tight seal around your shaft as she sinks down, taking more than half your length before retreating, and her hand works in tandem with her mouth to cover the rest. The coordination is seamless, her fist twisting on each upstroke while her tongue swirls around the head, and the dual sensation has you gripping the leather seat hard.

"Fuck, Gaeul..."

She hums in response, the vibration traveling through your cock and straight to the base of your spine. Her pace increases, her movements growing more confident, more eager. You look down and the sight of her is almost too much: her pretty face stretched around your thick shaft, her cheeks hollowing with each suck, her eyes fluttering closed in concentration. Her lips are shiny with spit and precum, obscenely wet, and every time she pulls back you can see the way your cock glistens from her efforts.

Her free hand comes up to cup your balls, rolling them gently in her palm as she continues to work your shaft. The pressure is perfect, just firm enough to add another layer of sensation without being uncomfortable. She squeezes lightly in rhythm with her sucking, timing each motion to maximize the pleasure, and you genuinely have no idea how she's so good at this.

"You're... jesus, you're incredible at this."

She pops off your cock long enough to respond, her hand still stroking steadily. "Thanks. I've had practice." A cheeky grin. "Also, I'm very goal-oriented. When I commit to something, I really commit."

Then her mouth is on you again, and coherent thought becomes increasingly difficult.

She varies her technique constantly, never letting you get too used to any one sensation. Long, slow strokes that drag her lips from base to tip. Quick, shallow bobs focused on the sensitive head. Deep attempts that push into her throat and make her eyes water slightly before she backs off. She traces the ridge of your cockhead with the tip of her tongue, flicks at the frenulum, presses wet kisses along the sides of your shaft. Every nerve ending in your cock is firing at maximum intensity and you're pretty sure you're going to remember this blowjob for the rest of your life.

Then she dips lower.

Her tongue drags down the underside of your shaft, past the base, and she takes one of your balls into her mouth with a gentle suction that makes your entire body jerk. "Oh fuck..."

She releases it with a soft pop, looking up at you through her lashes. "Good?"

"Very good. Very, very good."

"Noted." She returns her attention to your balls, lavishing them with the same dedication she showed your cock. Her tongue traces the seam between them, wet and warm, before she sucks one back into her mouth and rolls it gently. Her hand keeps stroking your shaft the entire time, maintaining a steady rhythm that keeps you hovering at the edge of sanity. She switches to the other ball, giving it equal treatment, and the combination of sensations is so overwhelming that you have to actively fight to keep your hips still.

"You taste good, by the way." She says it casually. "Clean. Some guys don't bother with basic hygiene and it's like, dude, you want me to put my mouth there, maybe wash first? But you're good. Very considerate."

"I... thanks, I guess."

"You're welcome." Her mouth finds your cock again, taking you deep, and she sets a punishing pace that has you seeing stars. The wet sounds of her sucking fill the car, obscene and rhythmic, and her hand twists and strokes in perfect counterpoint to her bobbing head. Your balls are tight and heavy, still tingling from her attention, and every muscle in your body is coiled with tension as the pleasure builds and builds.

Then she pulls off suddenly, breathing hard, her lips swollen and her chin wet with spit. Her eyes are glazed, her cheeks flushed, and when she speaks her voice is rough.

"Okay, I'm really fucking horny now." She doesn't wait for a response. Her hands go to her waist, fumbling with the zipper of her skirt, and she shimmies it down her hips with urgent, graceless movements. The fabric pools around her knees and she kicks it off impatiently, leaving her in nothing but a pair of simple cotton panties that have a very visible wet spot at the center.

She turns as she repositions herself, and you get a clear view of her ass. It's tight and compact, perfectly proportioned to her petite frame, the kind of ass that looks incredible in fitted pants and even better bare. The curve of it is smooth and firm, and when she reaches back to hook her fingers in the waistband of her panties, you find yourself holding your breath.

She doesn't take them off. Instead, she simply pulls the thin fabric to the side, exposing the pink, glistening folds of her pussy, and swings her leg over your lap.

"I need you inside me like, right now." Her hand wraps around your cock, still slick with her spit, and she positions the head at her entrance. You can feel the heat of her, the slick wetness, and your hands find her hips instinctively as she begins to lower herself onto you.

The first inch is almost too much.

You watch Gaeul's face as she sinks down, her expression shifting from eager anticipation to wide-eyed concentration. Her brow furrows, her lips part, and she lets out a shaky breath as her pussy stretches to accommodate the thick head of your cock. She's wet, dripping wet, but the sheer girth of you still requires her to go slow.

"Oh my god." She breathes the words out like a prayer. "Oh my god, you're big."

"We can stop if..."

"Don't you dare." She sinks lower, taking another few inches, and her hands brace on your chest for support. You can feel every flutter of her pussy as it adjusts to the intrusion, the involuntary clenching and releasing as her body works to accept you. The heat of her is incredible, slick and tight and somehow even better than her mouth was, and you have to actively focus on not thrusting upward because she needs to set the pace.

Slowly, incrementally, she works her way down your shaft. Each small drop takes more of you inside her until finally, finally, her ass meets your thighs and she's fully seated with your entire cock buried in her petite body.

"Fuck." Her eyes are squeezed shut, her chest heaving. "Fuck, that's... you're so deep."

You look down at where your bodies meet and your breath catches in your throat.

There's a visible bulge in her lower abdomen.

The outline of your cock is actually visible through her skin, a slight but unmistakable protrusion just below her navel. She's so small and you're so big that there's simply nowhere for you to go except to push against her from the inside. You press your palm flat against it, feeling the hardness of your own cock through her body, and Gaeul lets out a strangled moan at the pressure.

"You can see it." You state the obvious, still somewhat in disbelief.

"I can feel it." She laughs breathlessly. "I feel like you're in my fucking throat. In a good way. In a really, really good way."

She starts to move.

The first roll of her hips is experimental, testing, and you both groan at the sensation. Her pussy drags along your length, that incredible tightness creating friction that makes your toes curl against the car floor. She rises up a few inches and sinks back down, setting a slow rhythm that lets her feel every ridge and vein of your cock as it moves inside her.

"So thick." She pants, her head falling forward, her hair spilling over her shoulders. "God, you're so fucking thick. I feel like I'm being split in half."

Her pace increases gradually, her confidence growing as her body adjusts to your size. The wet sounds of your fucking fill the car, obscene and rhythmic, and you're dimly aware that the windows are starting to fog from the heat you're generating. Her thighs flex as she rides you, lifting and dropping, her ass slapping against your thighs with each downstroke. The bulge in her stomach appears and disappears with her movements.

"Your body is amazing,” you say hoarsely. "Fucking perfect."

"Yeah?" She opens her eyes to look at you, a smile playing at her swollen lips even as she continues to bounce on your cock. "You like petite girls?"

"I like you."

"Smooth answer." She rewards you with a particularly hard grind, rotating her hips in a circle that makes you see stars.

“I’ve always thought you were hot as hell. Of course, in a respectful way, you’re my coworker. But everything about you fascinates me.” You grip her hips tighter, guiding her movements. "And there’s something about the size difference. The way you feel so delicate but you're taking all of me like it's nothing."

"Definitely not nothing." She gasps as you hit a particularly sensitive spot. "Trust me, I'm very aware of every inch. But I appreciate the compliment. It's flattering."

Her rhythm changes, she's chasing something now, her movements less controlled and more instinctive. Her hands slide from your chest to your shoulders, and she uses the leverage to fuck herself on your cock with increasing intensity. The angle shifts and suddenly she's grinding her clit against your pubic bone with each downstroke, adding another layer of stimulation that makes her whole body shudder.

"Right there." Her eyes roll back slightly. "Oh fuck, right there, don't move."

You hold perfectly still, letting her use your body exactly how she needs to. She works herself on your cock with single-minded focus, her hips snapping in a fast, tight rhythm that keeps you buried deep while she rubs her clit against you. Her pussy clenches around your shaft, rhythmic pulses that tell you she's getting close, and you can feel the wetness of her arousal dripping down to coat your balls.

"You feel so good inside me." She's babbling now, her filter completely gone. "So fucking good. I can't believe we've been working together this whole time and I didn't know you were packing this. I would have jumped you months ago. I would have fucked you in the supply closet. In the break room. In the parking garage."

"We can still do all of those things."

"Fuck yes we can."

Her movements are becoming more and more uncoordinated, erratic, her body chasing the orgasm that's building inside her. You can see it in the flush spreading down her chest, feel it in the way her thighs are trembling against your hips. Her pussy is fluttering around your cock, those involuntary clenches coming faster and harder, and her breathing has devolved into sharp, desperate gasps.

"I'm gonna cum." She announces it like she's surprised by the information. "Fuck, I'm actually gonna cum. You're gonna make me cum."

"Do it." You thrust up into her, matching her rhythm, and she cries out at the added depth. "Cum on my cock."

"Oh god, oh fuck, oh..."

Her entire body goes rigid.

You feel her orgasm before you see it, her pussy clamping down on your cock hard, the rhythmic contractions milking your shaft as waves of pleasure crash through her. Her head tips back, her moan becomes guttural, and her nails dig into your shoulders. She shakes on top of you, trembling uncontrollably, her hips still grinding in tiny circles as she rides out the sensation.

"Oh my god." She finally manages words, her body still twitching with aftershocks. "Oh my god, oh my god."

Her pussy is still pulsing around you, little flutters of her inner walls that feel incredible against your sensitive cock. You're painfully hard, desperate for your own release, but you hold yourself back because she's still coming down and you don't want to rush this. She collapses forward against your chest, breathing hard, her heart hammering so fast you can feel it against your own ribcage. Her pussy gives one last clench around your cock and she whimpers at the overstimulation.

"Holy shit." She laughs weakly into your neck. "You made me cum so fast." Gaeul lifts her head from your chest, her cheeks flushed and her eyes still slightly glazed from the aftershocks rolling through her body. She doesn't sound disappointed though, quite the opposite actually. There's a satisfied grin spreading across her face that makes her look almost giddy.

"Usually takes me way longer than that, especially with someone new. But you just..." She gestures at where your bodies are still connected, your cock still buried inside her despite the fact that neither of you have moved. "I don't know. Something about the way you fill me up, I guess. Hit all the right spots."

"Glad I could deliver."

"The good news is that means I can cum more." She wiggles her hips experimentally and you both hiss at the sensation, her pussy still sensitive and your cock still achingly hard. "I'm definitely a multiple orgasm kind of girl. Once I get started, I can just keep going."

You lean up and capture her lips in a quick kiss, tasting the faint sweetness of her lip gloss. When you pull back, you say: "I'd be happy to help with that."

Before she can respond, you're already moving. Your hands grip her waist and lift her off your cock and you reposition her so she's sitting back against the car seat, her legs spread and her panties still pulled to the side. The leather is going to be absolutely ruined after this but that seems like a problem for future Gaeul to deal with.

You kneel on the floor of the backseat, the space cramped but manageable, and settle yourself between her thighs. From this angle you have a perfect view of her pussy, pink and swollen and glistening with a combination of her arousal and the remnants of her orgasm. A thin strand of wetness connects her folds and you watch it stretch and break as she shifts slightly.

"Oh, you're gonna..." She trails off as you hook your hands under her thighs and pull her closer to the edge of the seat. "Okay, fair warning, I'm still really sensitive so this might be..."

You press your lips to her inner thigh and she lets out a nervous giggle. "That tickles." You kiss higher, closer to where she's wet and waiting, and the giggle dissolves into something breathier. "Okay, that's less ticklish and more..."

Your tongue makes contact with her pussy and whatever she was going to say gets lost in a sharp inhale.

The taste of her floods your mouth immediately, tangy and slightly sweet, unmistakably feminine in a way that makes your neglected cock throb between your legs. You drag your tongue through her folds in one long, slow stroke, gathering her wetness. She's soaked, absolutely dripping, and every pass of your tongue produces more slickness for you to lap up.

"Oh god. That's... I'm so sensitive right now, that's really..." You flatten your tongue against her clit and press firmly and her hips jerk up off the seat. "Fuck!"

Another nervous laugh escapes her, but this one has an edge of desperation to it. Her hands come down to rest on your head, not pushing or pulling, just holding you there gently. You can feel the slight tremor in her fingers against your scalp.

"Sorry, sorry." She's apologizing even though she has nothing to apologize for. "It's just a lot right after. But don't stop, please don't stop, it feels really good even though it's intense."

Your tongue explores her with patient deliberation. The hood of her clit is swollen, peeking out from between her folds, and you trace around it in slow circles that make her thighs twitch on either side of your head. Her inner lips are puffy and slick, sensitive enough that even the lightest brush of your tongue draws a reaction. You dip lower, probing at her entrance where she's still slightly stretched from taking your cock, and push inside just enough to feel her walls flutter around the intrusion.

"Your mouth." She manages between shaky breaths. "You're really good with your mouth. Like, really good. Where did you learn to do this?"

You don't answer because your mouth is currently occupied, but you do reward the compliment by sealing your lips around her clit and sucking gently.

Her back arches off the seat and her fingers tighten in your hair. "Oh my god, okay, that's..." She laughs again but it's less nervous now, more incredulous. "That's very good. That's very, very good. Keep doing that."

You establish a rhythm, alternating between broad strokes of your tongue and focused attention on her clit. The nervous giggles have faded completely now, replaced by breathy moans and muttered encouragement that tells you exactly what she likes. Her hips have started moving against your face, subtle rolls that grind her pussy against your mouth, chasing the pleasure you're giving her.

"I can't believe we're doing this." She sounds almost wonderstruck. "We were supposed to be driving to work. We were supposed to listen to Paramore. And now you're eating me out in my backseat and I just came on your dick like five minutes ago and this is officially the weirdest Wednesday of my entire life."

You respond by sliding two fingers inside her (she takes them easily, still loose and wet from your cock) and curling them against her front wall while your tongue continues its assault on her clit.

The sound she makes is not a giggle.

It's a moan, deep, guttural and surprised, like the pleasure caught her off guard. Her pussy clenches around your fingers and you feel a fresh rush of wetness coat your hand. She's getting wetter by the second, her body responding to the dual stimulation with increasing enthusiasm.

"Right there." Her hips buck up into your face. "Oh fuck, right there, don't move your fingers."

You keep your fingers hooked against that spongy spot inside her, maintaining steady pressure while your tongue works her clit in tight circles. The combination seems to be short-circuiting her brain because she's stopped forming coherent sentences, her vocalizations reduced to gasps and whimpers and the occasional curse word.

Then her thighs start to tremble, the muscles twitching involuntarily as pleasure builds in her core. She's so wet that your entire chin is slick with her. You can feel her clit throbbing against your tongue, swollen and sensitive, and every flick makes her whole body jerk.

"I'm gonna cum again." She sounds almost surprised, like she didn't expect it to happen so quickly. "Fuck, you're gonna make me cum again already!" You increase your pace, your fingers pumping faster while your tongue presses harder against her clit. She's writhing on the seat now, her back arching and her hands fisting in your hair hard enough to hurt. The pain only spurs you on, makes you more determined to push her over the edge. "Don't stop, don't stop, please don't stop, I'm so close, I'm so fucking close..."

Her thighs clamp around your head like a vice as the orgasm hits her.

You feel it in the violent contractions of her pussy around your fingers, rhythmic pulses that squeeze you tight before releasing, over and over. You feel it in the fresh flood of wetness that spills out of her and coats your tongue, a gush of arousal that you lap up eagerly. You feel it in the way her whole body goes rigid for one suspended moment before she shakes apart, trembling and gasping and crying out loud enough that you're genuinely glad you found a secluded spot.

"Oh god, oh fuck, oh my god..."

She's gushing into your mouth now, her cum coating your tongue and chin and dripping down your neck. The taste of her is everywhere, overwhelming your senses, and you keep licking through her orgasm because you can feel she's not done yet. Aftershock after aftershock rolls through her, each one accompanied by another clench of her pussy and another strangled moan, and you milk every last tremor from her body until she finally goes limp against the seat.

“Okay.” She swallows, needing a second to breathe. “Okay. I need a minute. Holy shit.”

You settle back against the seat beside her, catching your breath while Gaeul lies sprawled against the leather like she's just finished running a marathon. You can hear her heavy breathing in the confines of the car, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on her skin, and when she finally opens her eyes there's a satisfied gleam in them.

"Come here." You turn toward her, expecting maybe another kiss, but instead her hands come up to cup your face and she pulls you close. Her tongue darts out and drags across your chin, lapping up the slickness that coats your skin. The sensation is strange and intimate and weirdly hot all at once. She licks a slow stripe up your cheek, collecting her own juices from your face with methodical thoroughness. Her tongue traces along your jaw, swipes across the corner of your mouth, cleans the wetness from around your lips. She's tasting herself on you, and the focused way she does it suggests this isn't the first time she's done something like this.

"What do you think?"

You consider the question while she continues her task, her tongue warm and soft against your skin. "Honestly? No one has ever licked my face before." You pause as she drags her tongue over the bridge of your nose where some of her arousal had somehow ended up. "But it feels good. Kind of intimate."

"Yeah?" She sounds pleased by that answer. "I think it's hot. Tasting myself on someone else. It's like marking my territory or something."

She finishes cleaning your face with a few more careful licks, then pulls back to examine her handiwork. Apparently satisfied that she's gotten everything, she takes a deep breath and stretches her arms over her head, her small breasts lifting with the motion.

"Okay. I'm good. We can continue." A wicked grin spreads across her face. "Time to drain those balls of yours. You've been so patient, you deserve a reward."

"How generous of you."

"I'm a giver." She shifts on the seat, considering the limited space available. "I want to try another position. The riding thing was great but I want you to really fuck me, you know? Like, actually pound me."

The logistics of achieving this in the backseat of a sedan prove to be somewhat challenging. There's a lot of awkward maneuvering, elbows bumping against windows and knees knocking against door handles, accompanied by muttered apologies and stifled laughter. Eventually, through a combination of creative positioning and sheer determination, you manage to get Gaeul arranged almost on all fours, her hands braced against the door and her knees on the seat, her ass raised and presented toward you where you kneel behind her.

The view is spectacular.

Her pussy is still swollen and wet from everything you've done, pink and glistening and slightly open from being stretched around your cock earlier. Above it, her tight little asshole is on full display, a darker pink pucker that clenches involuntarily as cool air hits it. Her panties are completely ruined at this point, the fabric bunched uselessly to one side, and her skirt is hiked up around her waist in a way that would be almost comical if it wasn't so unbelievably hot.

You grip your cock, still hard and aching from being neglected during the oral session, and position the head at her entrance. The first touch makes her shiver in anticipation. "Ready?"

"Been ready. Put it back in me."

You push forward and her body opens for you, her pussy accepting your cock with a slick, welcoming heat that makes you both groan. You slide in slowly, savoring the sensation of her walls stretching around your girth, until your hips meet her ass and you're buried to the hilt.

"Mmm." Gaeul sighs contentedly, pushing back against you. "Welcome home."

"Did you just welcome my dick home?"

"It lives there now. I've decided." She wiggles her hips, adjusting to the fullness. "Now are you gonna fuck me or what?"

You pull back and thrust forward, establishing a slow, steady rhythm. The angle in this position is different, deeper somehow, and you can feel the head of your cock pressing against her cervix with each stroke. Gaeul moans appreciatively, her fingers curling against the car door. "That's it. Just like that."

Your hands grip her hips, using them as leverage to pull her back onto your cock as you thrust forward. The pace is still measured, controlled, each stroke long and deliberate. You watch your cock disappear inside her over and over, her pussy lips clinging to your shaft like they're trying to keep you from leaving.

You reach down and spread her ass cheeks apart with your thumbs, opening her up even more. The view makes your cock throb inside her, the sight of her tight pink asshole and the way her pussy stretches obscenely around your thickness. She's so small and you're so big and the contrast is visual porn all on its own.

“You can go deeper,” she murmurs, the words coming out muffled with her cheek pressed against the car door. “I can take it. I want to feel every inch of you.”

You adjust your angle and thrust harder, punching deeper into her on each stroke. Her whole body jolts forward with the impact, a punched-out moan escaping her lips. You keep her ass spread open, watching yourself fuck her, the visual adding another layer to the already overwhelming sensation of her tight cunt gripping your cock.

"Harder." She demands, pushing back to meet your thrusts. "Come on, you're not gonna break me. Fuck me like you mean it."

Something in you snaps.

Your grip on her hips tightens and you start truly fucking her, abandoning the measured pace in favor of hard, deep strokes that make the entire car rock. Her ass jiggles with each impact, her tight hole clenching in response to the stimulation of being spread open.

"Yes, yes, yes, just like that, oh god..." She's babbling now, her composure completely shattered. "So deep, you're so fucking deep, I can feel you in my stomach."

The pressure is building at the base of your spine, that familiar tension that signals you're approaching the point of no return. You've been on edge for what feels like hours, between the video and the blowjob and watching her cum twice, and your balls are heavy and tight with the need to release. "I'm close." You manage to grunt out between thrusts. "Gaeul, I'm really fucking close."

"Inside." She doesn't hesitate. "Cum inside me. I have an IUD, it's fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Did I stutter?" She pushes back hard against you, taking you impossibly deep. "I want to feel you cum in me. Fill me up. Give me every drop." She looks back over her shoulder at you, her face flushed and her eyes dark with desire. "Cum deep inside me. I want it so bad. Want to feel you pulsing in my pussy, want to feel you filling me up with your hot cum. Please, I need it, need you to breed me..."

The dirty talk combined with the tight grip of her cunt is too much. You thrust forward one final time, burying yourself as deep as you can go and your cock pulses inside her, rope after rope of thick cum painting her insides white. The release is almost painful in its intensity, weeks of pent-up tension finally finding an outlet. You can feel her pussy milking you, rhythmic contractions that seem designed to pull every last drop from your balls. Your hips jerk involuntarily, grinding against her ass as you empty yourself into her welcoming body.

Gaeul cries out beneath you, her whole body trembling as her own orgasm hits. Her pussy clamps down on you so hard that it milks even more cum out of you, her walls fluttering wildly around your still-pulsing cock. She shakes and moans and pushes back against you, taking everything you have to give while falling apart herself.

The orgasms seem to go on forever, waves of pleasure crashing through both of you in tandem. Eventually the intensity fades, leaving you both panting and sweaty and utterly spent. You stay buried inside her for a long moment, neither of you willing to break the connection.

Finally, reluctantly, you pull out.

The sight that greets you is obscene in the best way. Her pussy is gaping slightly, thoroughly fucked, and a thick stream of your cum immediately begins to leak out of her. It drips down her thighs and onto the leather seat below, pooling in a way that's definitely going to leave a stain.

"Oh, gross." Gaeul looks back to survey the damage and wrinkles her nose. "That's gonna be a bitch to clean."

"Sorry."

"Don't be sorry, it was worth it. I'll deal with it later." She reaches down and swipes some of the leaking cum with her finger, then casually pops it in her mouth. "Okay, we should probably get dressed. We're definitely late at this point."

Getting clothes back on in the cramped backseat is somehow even more awkward than getting them off. There's a lot of fumbling with buttons and zippers, a brief search for Gaeul's bra (which had somehow ended up in the front passenger footwell), and a futile attempt to make your hair look like you haven't just been fucking in a car for the past forty-five minutes.

You both climb back into the front seats, slightly disheveled but technically presentable. Gaeul adjusts her rearview mirror and catches sight of herself, wincing at the state of her ponytail.

"We look like we just had sex."

"We did just have sex."

"I know, but I was hoping it wouldn't be so obvious." She shrugs and starts the car. "Whatever. If anyone asks, we got stuck in traffic.”

Gaeul starts the car, the engine purrs softly, and soon you’re back on the city streets. For a few minutes neither of you says anything. Gaeul keeps her eyes on the road, one hand steady on the wheel, the other resting near the gearshift, eventually she sighs as she adjusts herself in the seat, the car idling at a red light. She looks contemplative, her freshly fucked hair still slightly disheveled despite her best attempts to fix it. Then she turns to you with an expression that suggests trouble:

"You know what?"

"What?"

"I just had sex but I'm still horny,” she admits, with all the honesty that only Gaeul could have. "Like, we literally just fucked in my backseat, you came inside me, I came three times, and I'm sitting here thinking about doing it again. What is wrong with me?"

You don't really have an answer for that.

"Don't get me wrong, you were great." She continues, tapping her fingers against the wheel. "Too great, even. That's kind of the problem. The vibe between us just... clicked. You know? Like, sometimes you hook up with someone and it's fine, it gets the job done, but it's just physical. But this felt different. There was like, an actual connection there."

"What does that mean exactly?" The light turns green and she accelerates, but her mind is clearly elsewhere.

"It means I want to skip work today." She glances at you sideways, gauging your reaction. "If you want to, of course. I'm not trying to pressure you. It's just... we're both excellent employees, right? We never miss work. We're like the most reliable people on the team. So if we take one day off, nobody's gonna die. The property listings will still be there tomorrow."

You consider this. Your body is still humming with residual arousal, your cock already starting to stir again just from this conversation. The memory of how she felt around you, tight and wet and eager, is fresh enough that it's making rational thought difficult.

"I can't deny that I'm still horny too."

"See?!" Gaeul's face lights up triumphantly. "I knew it! I could tell!" She extends her hand toward you, palm up, clearly expecting a high-five. You oblige. "We're sluts." She declares it like a badge of honor. "Well, I'm the slut, technically. You're more like the insatiable guy. The stud. Whatever the male equivalent is."

"I'm pretty sure there's a double standard at play here."

"Definitely. Society is bullshit. Anyway, what do you have in mind? For excuses, I mean. We need to call in."

"I hadn't really thought that far ahead."

"Okay, okay, I've got it." Her eyes brighten with mischief. "We tell them we were in an accident on the way to work. Nothing major, just a fender bender, but we have to deal with insurance and police reports and..."

"That seems a bit dramatic."

"You're right." She deflates slightly. "Plus we'd have to fake damage to my car and I just got this thing. Bad idea." She drums her fingers on the wheel, thinking. "Okay, new plan. I'll call and say I have something stuck in my throat." She pauses, then grins wickedly at the innuendo. "I've been coughing all morning, feels like I might be coming down with something. Very responsible of me to stay home so I don't infect the whole office."

"And me?"

"Same thing. We always have lunch together. Yesterday we sat side by side in the meeting room for hours, I probably infected you with whatever I have. Bad eggs. Tragic, really."

It's flimsy, but it might work. Neither of you have ever called in sick before, so you've probably got some goodwill built up.

"Alright. Let's do it."

The phone calls are brief and awkward, with Gaeul putting on a remarkably convincing raspy cough while explaining that she simply can't make it in today, she's so sorry, she'll definitely be back tomorrow. You wait a few minutes, then you follow suit with your own performance. Your manager sounds mildly suspicious but accepts the excuse without too much pushback.

"Perfect." Gaeul ends her call and immediately changes lanes, heading in the opposite direction of the office. "Operation skip work to fuck is officially a go."

The drive to her apartment takes about twenty minutes, during which Gaeul provides running commentary on the neighborhood (decent, not too expensive, close to good restaurants) and her building (old but well-maintained, friendly neighbors who mind their own business). She pulls into an underground parking garage and finds her designated spot, and then you're following her to the elevator and up to the fourth floor.

Her apartment is clean, organized, and tastefully decorated without being overly fussy. The living room has a comfortable-looking couch facing a modest TV, a bookshelf stuffed with novels and random knick-knacks, and a small dining table that's currently serving as a secondary desk based on the laptop and scattered papers.

"Make yourself at home." She kicks off her shoes and shrugs out of her blazer, draping it over one of the dining chairs. "I'll make coffee. You want coffee? I feel like this situation calls for coffee."

"Sure."

She disappears into the small kitchen and you hear the sounds of cabinet doors opening and a coffee machine starting up. You take a seat on the couch, looking around at the evidence of her life outside of work. A yoga mat rolled up in the corner. A stack of fashion magazines on the coffee table. A framed photo of her with a group of friends, all smiling at the camera.

Gaeul returns with two mugs, handing you one before settling onto the opposite end of the couch. She's pulled her hair out of its ponytail now, letting it fall around her shoulders.

"This is so cool." She takes a sip of her coffee, grinning at you over the rim. "Skipping work to have sex. I feel like a teenager again. A slutty, irresponsible teenager with no regard for her professional reputation."

"It is nice to change things up a bit."

"Right? We're always so responsible. Show up on time, meet our deadlines, never complain. It feels kind of liberating to just say fuck it for once." She stretches her legs out, her bare feet almost touching your thigh. "Pun intended."

You drink your coffee, enjoying the easy silence that falls between you. It's strange how comfortable this feels, sitting in your coworker's apartment after fucking her in her car, waiting to fuck her again. But Gaeul has a way of making everything seem normal.

"Okay." She finishes her coffee and sets the mug on the table. "Wait here for a minute. I want to change into something more appropriate for the occasion."

She disappears down the hallway and you hear a door close. You finish your own coffee, wondering what she considers appropriate for this particular occasion. When she reappears in the doorway, your eyes widen.

"Wow."

She's wearing red lingerie. Not the practical everyday stuff she had on in the car, but actual lingerie, the kind you see in Victoria's Secret catalogs.A lacy bralette that adds a bit of volume to her small breasts, the fabric sheer enough that you can see the outline of her nipples through it. Matching panties that sit high on her hips and dip low in the front.

"Is this a bit much for so early in the morning?" She does a little turn, letting you see the way the panties curve over her ass. "I bought this set ages ago but never had anyone to wear it for. Seemed like a waste."

"This is the best view I could have in the morning." You're not even trying to be smooth. It's just the truth. "Seriously. You look incredible."

"Flatterer." But she's clearly pleased, a pink flush spreading across her cheeks that matches the red of her lingerie. "Follow me."

She leads you down the hallway to her bedroom, which is just as neat and organized as the rest of her apartment. A queen-sized bed with a gray comforter, nightstands on either side, a dresser with a mirror above it. She stops at the foot of the bed and gestures at you.

"Make yourself comfortable. And by that I mean get naked."

You start unbuttoning your shirt, watching her watch you. The shirt comes off, then your undershirt, and her gaze tracks over your chest appreciatively. You unbuckle your belt and push your pants down, stepping out of them, until you're standing there in just your underwear.

The bulge is already prominent. Gaeul closes the distance between you, her bare feet padding softly on the carpet. She reaches up and cups your face in her hands, pulling you down to meet her lips.

Her hand slides down your chest, tracing over the muscles of your stomach before finding the bulge straining against your underwear. She palms your cock through the fabric, squeezing gently, and hums her approval into the kiss without breaking contact. The feel of her delicate fingers wrapped around you, even with a layer of cotton between you, sends a pulse of heat straight to your groin.

You walk her backward toward the bed, your lips still connected, one hand on the small of her back and the other tangled in her hair. The backs of her knees hit the mattress and she sits down automatically, finally breaking the kiss to look up at you. Her lips are swollen and wet, her eyes dark with want, and the red lace of her bralette frames her small breasts perfectly.

"Underwear off."

You hook your thumbs in the waistband and push down, letting your cock spring free. It bobs heavily between you, fully hard and already leaking from the tip, and Gaeul's gaze drops to watch with undisguised hunger. She reaches out and wraps her fingers around the shaft, stroking once, twice, spreading the precum along your length.

"Missed you." She's talking to your cock. Actually addressing it like an old friend. "It's been like, what, an hour? Way too long."

"You're ridiculous."

"And you're hard as a rock. Get on the bed."

You climb onto the mattress and settle against the pillows. This is so much better, so much more comfortable than the back seat of a car, and you’ll definitely take advantage of having more space to move around. Gaeul follows you, crawling up your body with a mischievous smile on her face.

She straddles your hips, sitting back on your thighs, and you can feel the heat of her pussy hovering just above your cock. Her panties are still on but she reaches down and pulls the fabric aside, exposing her pink folds, already glistening with arousal. Your cum from earlier has mostly been cleaned up but there's still a hint of it mixed with her wetness.

"Round three." She positions the head of your cock at her entrance, rubbing it through her slick folds. "Ready?"

"Absolutely."

She sinks down.

The sensation of entering her again is just as intense as the first time, that tight wet heat engulfing your cock inch by inch. She takes you slowly, savoring the stretch, her eyes fluttering closed as her body adjusts to your size. You watch yourself disappear inside her, the thick shaft spreading her open, until she's fully seated with your entire length buried in her pussy.

"God." She breathes out shakily. "That never gets old." Your hands find her waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh above the waistband of her panties. You plant your feet flat on the mattress and thrust upward, using the leverage to fuck into her from below. The angle is perfect, driving you deep, and Gaeul gasps at the sudden movement. "Oh fuck."

The pleasure on her face is immediate, her expression shifting from composed to wrecked in the span of a single thrust. Her mouth falls open, her brow furrows, and she braces her hands on your chest as you establish a rhythm.

"This is so much better than working." She moans, her head tipping back. "Like, infinitely better. I could be answering emails right now. Instead I'm riding your cock in my bed. Best decision I've ever made."

"Glad you think so."

"I really, really do."

You thrust harder, snapping your hips up to meet her as she starts to move with you. The red bralette shifts with her movements, her nipples visibly hard through the thin fabric. She looks like something out of a fantasy, this gorgeous petite woman in red lingerie bouncing on your cock with her hair falling around her shoulders and her skin flushed pink with arousal. Your hands slide from her waist to her ass, grabbing handfuls of the firm flesh and using it to guide her movements. She responds by grinding down harder, rotating her hips in circles that make you see stars.

"You feel so good inside me." She gasps. "So fucking good. I can't believe I waited this long to fuck you. All those months working together and I had no idea you were hiding this monster in your pants."

"To be fair, you were hiding a pretty incredible body under those work clothes too."

"Aww, you're sweet." She rewards the compliment by clenching her pussy around you, a deliberate squeeze that makes your cock throb. "Keep the compliments coming and I'll keep doing that." You thrust up particularly hard and she cries out, her whole body jolting with the impact. "Or that." She manages breathlessly. "Keep doing that too."

The pace increases naturally, both of you chasing the pleasure that's building with every stroke. Gaeul is riding you in earnest now, bouncing on your cock with abandon, her small tits jiggling beneath the lace of her bralette. You watch the way her stomach flexes with each movement, the way her thighs tremble against your hips, the way her face contorts with pleasure every time you bottom out inside her.

"I'm gonna be thinking about this at work forever now." She's babbling again, that filter completely gone. "Every time I see you at your desk, I'm gonna remember how your cock feels stretching me open. Every meeting is gonna be torture. I'll be sitting there listening to quarterly reports and getting wet thinking about this."

"Same goes for me."

"Good. We can suffer together." She grinds down hard, taking you as deep as possible. "Maybe sneak off to the supply closet sometimes. Or the parking garage. I've always wanted to fuck in a parking garage."

"I thought you already did that."

"That was my car in a secluded area. A parking garage is different. More public. More risk of getting caught. The thrill is part of the fun."

You file that information away for later and focus on the present moment, on the tight grip of her pussy and the delicious friction of her body moving against yours. One hour ago you were standing in an elevator dreading another day at work. Now you're in your coworker's bed with your cock buried inside her while she moans about how much better this is than answering emails.

Gaeul leans forward, changing the angle, and you both groan at the shift in sensation. Her clit grinds against your pubic bone with each stroke now, adding another layer of stimulation that has her panting harder. The red lace of her bralette brushes against your chest, her face hovering close to yours, and you can feel her breath hot against your lips.

You maintain the rhythm, thrusting up into her with steady, powerful strokes that have the bed creaking beneath you. Gaeul's movements are becoming less coordinated now, her hips stuttering as the pleasure builds inside her. Her hands press flat against your chest for support, her fingers splayed wide, and you can see the tension coiling in her body with every passing second.

"Don't stop." She gasps. "Please don't stop, I'm getting close."

Your grip on her ass tightens, pulling her down harder onto your cock each time you thrust up. The red bralette has shifted during all her bouncing, the lace now barely covering her nipples. One small breast has almost escaped entirely, the pink peak visible above the edge of the fabric. She's a mess of flushed skin and tangled hair and desperate moans.

"Right there, right there, right there..." Her pussy clenches around you rhythmically, those involuntary contractions that signal she's teetering on the edge. You thrust harder, faster, giving her exactly what she needs.

"Cum for me." You tell her. "Let go."

"I'm gonna... oh fuck, I'm..."

She shakes on top of you, trembling uncontrollably, you feel her cumming around you, the rhythmic pulses of her inner walls milking your shaft, and a fresh flood of wetness coats your cock and drips down to your balls.

"Oh my god." She finally manages to breathe, collapsing forward onto your chest. "Oh my god, oh my god."

Her pussy is still twitching around you, little aftershocks that make your cock throb with need. You're painfully hard, nowhere near finished, and the sight of her completely wrecked on top of you is only making you more desperate to keep going.

You give her maybe thirty seconds to recover before the need becomes too much.

"New position."

"Huh?" She lifts her head, still looking dazed. "What?"

Instead of explaining, you wrap your arms around her waist and sit up, taking her with you. She squeaks in surprise, her legs automatically wrapping around your hips to hold on. Your cock is still buried inside her, the movement causing a delicious shift in angle that makes you both groan.

"What are you doing?"

You swing your legs off the bed and stand up, lifting her with you. She's so small, so light, that it's easy to hold her against your body with your cock still sheathed in her pussy. Her arms loop around your neck for balance.

"Oh, we're doing this." She sounds delighted. "Okay, I'm into it."

You carry her across the bedroom toward the window, each step causing friction that has her whimpering. The curtains are mostly drawn but there's a gap in the middle where the morning sunlight streams through. You position her back against the glass and she gasps at the cold contact on her heated skin.

"Fuck, that's cold." She adjusts her grip on your shoulders. "Are you gonna fuck me against my window?"

"That's the plan."

"Someone might see."

"Does that bother you?"

"Not even a little bit."

You pull your hips back, withdrawing almost completely, and then thrust forward hard. The force of it presses her harder against the glass and she cries out, her nails digging into your shoulders. You set a punishing pace immediately, fucking up into her with deep, powerful strokes that rattle the window in its frame.

"Holy shit." She gasps between thrusts. "This is... oh fuck, this is so hot."

The position is incredible. You're holding her up with just your arms and your cock, her entire weight supported by your body. Her legs are wrapped tight around your waist, her ankles crossed behind your back, and every thrust drives you impossibly deep inside her. The angle hits different spots than before, and from the way she's moaning, they're very good spots.

"You like that?" You grunt, maintaining the relentless pace. "Like being fucked against the window where anyone could look up and see?"

"Yes, yes, I love it." Her head tips back against the glass. "Don't stop." The cold of the window against her back contrasts sharply with the heat where your bodies are connected. You can see goosebumps rising on her skin, her nipples hard as diamonds beneath the red lace. Her small tits bounce with each thrust, the bralette doing almost nothing to contain them at this point. "Are you enjoying this?"

The question comes between moans. She's looking at you now, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure, a wicked smile playing at her lips despite the fact that she's being thoroughly fucked.

"Are you liking fucking your slut coworker?"

Something about hearing her call herself that makes your cock throb inside her. You thrust particularly hard in response, punching deep enough to make her cry out.

"Yeah." You manage. "Yeah, I really fucking am."

"Good." She moans, her pussy clenching around you. "Because I'm loving being your slut. Never knew you were hiding this beast in your work pants. Should've bent over your desk months ago, let you fuck me right there in the office."

The mental image of that has your hips stuttering momentarily before you recover and resume the brutal pace. She notices and grins. "You like that idea? Fucking me at work? Bending me over the copy machine and just taking what you want?"

"You're gonna be the death of me."

She tightens her legs around you, pulling you deeper. "I'm such a bad girl, right? Such a slut for cock. Your cock specifically. I can't believe how much I love it inside me."

Her words are driving you crazy. You shift your grip, one hand sliding down to cup her ass while the other braces against the window beside her head. The new leverage lets you fuck into her even harder, each thrust jolting her whole body.

"Look at me." She demands. "Look at me while you fuck me."

You meet her eyes and the connection is electric. She's completely open, completely exposed, taking everything you're giving her and begging for more. Her mouth falls open as you hit a particularly good angle, a moan escaping that sounds almost surprised.

"Right there, oh god, right there." You focus on that spot, angling your hips to hit it with every stroke. Her moans are getting louder, more desperate, and you're dimly aware that the window might not be doing much to muffle the sounds. If anyone is walking by on the street below, they're getting an earful. "Everyone's gonna know what a slut I am." She gasps, like she's reading your mind. "Gonna hear me getting fucked through the glass. Gonna know someone's using me like a toy."

"That turn you on? The idea of people hearing?"

"Everything about this turns me on." She clenches around you deliberately, making you groan. "You turn me on. Your cock turns me on. Being held up against this window while you rail me turns me on. I'm basically just a walking bundle of horniness at this point."

You lean forward and capture her mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing her next moan. She kisses back fiercely, her tongue tangling with yours, her hands fisting in your hair. The position is intense, demanding, requiring all your strength to maintain while still fucking her properly.

When you break the kiss, you're both breathing hard. "I can't believe we're doing this." She laughs breathlessly. "I can't believe this is my Wednesday. Calling in sick to get fucked by my coworker. Against my window. After already getting fucked in my car."

"Any regrets?"

"Zero. Absolutely none." She emphasizes the point by grinding down onto your cock. "Best sick day ever. We should do this every week. Make it a thing. Skip work every Wednesday and just fuck until we can't walk."

"HR might notice a pattern."

"HR can kiss my ass." She leans in close to your ear. "Speaking of which, if you want to fuck my ass later, you can. Fair warning."

The casual way she offers that makes your cock throb so hard you have to pause for a second to regain control. She feels it and laughs, clearly pleased with herself for affecting you that strongly.

"Just putting it on the table." She continues innocently. "Options are good. I like options."

"You're unbelievable."

"I know. It's part of my charm."

You resume fucking her with renewed vigor, and with a few more thrusts you feel her getting close again, her pussy fluttering around your cock in those telltale contractions that signal an approaching orgasm. Her moans have reached a fever pitch, her whole body trembling in your arms as you continue to pound into her against the window.

"Oh god, oh fuck, I'm gonna cum again." She gasps, her arms tightening around your neck. "Don't stop, please don't stop, I'm right there."

Your thighs are burning from the effort of holding her up while fucking her, your arms aching from supporting her weight, but none of that matters. The only thing that matters is driving her over that edge, watching her fall apart on your cock, so you angle your hips to hit that spot she likes, the one that makes her voice go high and desperate, and hammer into her with everything you have.

"Cum for me." You growl against her ear. "Let go. Let me feel you."

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming, oh fuck—"

Her eyes roll back in her head. The orgasm hits her so hard that her entire body seizes up against you. Gaeul clings to you desperately, her arms locked around your neck and her legs squeezing your waist, trembling so violently that you have to brace yourself against the window to keep from dropping her.

"Oh my god!" she screams with her face buried in your neck. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god…"

You hold her through it, staying buried deep inside her as she shakes and spasms. Her pussy continues to flutter around you, milking your cock with involuntary clenches that make it very difficult to maintain any semblance of control. You're close, painfully close, but you hold back because you want to see what she does next.

Eventually, the tremors subside. Gaeul goes limp in your arms, breathing hard, her small body completely wrung out.

"Holy shit." She lifts her head to look at you with eyes glassy and unfocused. "That was... wow. I think I blacked out for a second there."

"You okay?"

"Better than okay. But my legs are definitely not gonna work for a while." She unwraps herself from around you carefully, testing her stability. "Put me down?" You lower her gently until her feet touch the floor, your cock sliding out of her in the process. She wobbles slightly, grabbing onto your arm for support, and lets out a breathless laugh. "Yeah, walking is not happening right now." She looks down at your cock, still rock hard and glistening with her juices. "But we're not done with you yet."

She lowers herself to her knees in front of you. From this angle, looking up at you with those bright eyes and flushed cheeks, she looks cute and almost innocent despite everything you've just done.

Her hands go to her bralette, finding the clasp at the back. "This is getting in the way."

She unhooks it and lets the red lace fall away, revealing her small breasts fully for the first time since you started. They're just as perfect as you remember from the car, barely a handful each, with nipples that are hard and pink from arousal. She tosses the bralette aside carelessly, not caring where it lands.

Then her hand wraps around your cock and she starts stroking. "I want you to cover my tiny tits with cum." She says it matter-of-factly. "Just paint me with it. What do you think of that idea?"

"I think I really, really like that idea."

"Good answer." She grins up at you, her hand moving in slow, deliberate strokes along your shaft. "I've been thinking about it since we left the car. How hot it would be to have your cum all over my chest. Marking me up."

Her free hand comes up to cup your balls, rolling them gently in her palm while she continues to stroke. The dual sensation makes your head fall back, a groan escaping your throat. She's good at this, reading your reactions and adjusting her technique accordingly. "God, you're so hard." She marvels, squeezing your shaft. "Still. After everything we've done. Is this thing ever satisfied?"

"Not when you're around, apparently."

"Flattery will get you everywhere." She twists her wrist on the upstroke, drawing out another groan. "I'd offer to give you a titjob, but..." She glances down at her own chest with a rueful smile. "There's not much to work with here. Kind of hard to wrap these around anything."

"It's still hot like this." You assure her, watching her small hand work your thick shaft. "Really fucking hot."

"Yeah?" She seems pleased by that. "You don't mind that I'm not more... endowed?"

"I told you before. Your body is perfect."

"You're sweet." She punctuates the word with a particularly good stroke that makes your hips jerk. "And you're leaking like crazy. Look at that."

She's right. Precum is beading steadily at the tip of your cock, dripping down over her fingers as she strokes. She swipes her thumb across the head, gathering the slickness, and uses it to lubricate her movements. Her other hand continues its work on your balls, massaging them with gentle pressure. She seems fascinated by them, rolling them between her fingers, tugging gently, watching your face to see what you like.

"These feel so full." She observes. "Like they're ready to burst. How much cum are you gonna give me?"

"A lot, if you keep doing that."

"That's the goal." She speeds up her strokes slightly, finding a rhythm that has your toes curling against the carpet. "I want all of it. Every drop. Right here on my tits." She glances down at her own chest again, at those small perfect breasts with their hard pink nipples. "They might be tiny, but they make a good target. You can probably cover them completely. Maybe get some on my neck too. My face, if you aim right."

"You want it on your face?"

"I want it everywhere. I want to be dripping with you.” Her hand picks up speed on your cock, her grip tightening just slightly as she works you with efficiency, and her other hand continues its relentless massage of your balls, rolling them, squeezing gently, coaxing out what's been building inside you. "Come on." She urges, her eyes locked on yours. "Give it to me. I want it so bad. Want your hot cum all over my little tits."

Her dirty talk shifts into something more needy, more pleading.

"Please, I need it. I've been such a good slut for you, haven't I? Let you fuck me in the car, fuck me in my bed, against the window. I've cum so many times on your cock. Now I want my reward."

Your balls are tightening, that familiar pressure building at the base of your spine. She can feel it, can feel how close you are from the way your cock throbs in her hand, and she redoubles her efforts.

"That's it, that's it." She pants, stroking faster. "I can feel how full these are. So much cum waiting for me. Gonna cover me completely. Gonna make such a mess of my tiny tits."

"Gaeul..."

"Do it. Cum for me. Use me like the little cumslut I am. Paint me with it."

Her hand moves with lightning speed on your shaft now, her grip perfect, her pace relentless. The pressure builds and builds until it becomes unbearable, until every nerve ending in your body is screaming for release.

"Please please please." She begs, looking up at you with those wide desperate eyes. "Give me your cum. I need it. Need to feel it on my skin. Need to be marked by you. Please, I'll do anything, just cum on me, cum all over me..."

You explode.

The first rope of cum shoots out with enough force that it hits her chin before splattering down across her collarbone. She gasps in delight but doesn't stop stroking, milking your cock through the orgasm as jet after jet of thick white cum erupts from the tip. The second spurt lands directly on her left breast, coating the small mound and dripping down over her hard nipple. The third catches her right breast, painting it with a pearly streak that runs down to pool in the valley between them.

"Oh fuck yes." She moans, still stroking. "So much. You're giving me so much."

She aims your cock deliberately, directing the spurts across her chest like she's painting a canvas. Her tiny tits are quickly becoming obscured beneath layers of your cum. It drips down her stomach, pools in her cleavage, runs in rivulets toward her navel.

"More." She demands, squeezing your shaft from base to tip to coax out the last drops. "Give me more. I want all of it."

Your cock pulses weakly, a few final spurts adding to the mess already covering her chest. She milks you until there's nothing left, until you're shuddering from oversensitivity, and even then she doesn't stop immediately. Her hand slows but continues moving, gentle now, working out every last drop.

"Look at me." She breathes, finally releasing your shaft to gesture at herself. "I'm covered. Absolutely covered. This is so hot."

She looks down at her own chest with something like wonder, running her fingers through the cum pooling between her breasts. It's everywhere, coating her from collarbone to navel, thick and white against her flushed skin. Her nipples are barely visible beneath the mess.

"I want a little more."

Before you can process what she means, her mouth closes around the head of your cock.

"Fuck, Gaeul, I'm sensitive..." She ignores the protest, her lips sealed tight around the crown as she sucks gently. Her tongue swirls around the tip, lapping at the slit where the last traces of cum are leaking out. The sensation is too much, your nerves raw and overstimulated, but she doesn't relent.

Her hands slide around to grab your ass, fingernails digging into the muscle as she pulls you closer. She takes more of you into her mouth, her head bobbing slowly, working you with patient determination. You're still half-hard from the intensity of your orgasm, and her attention is rapidly bringing you back to full mast. "Gaeul..." You groan, your hands finding her hair. "I just came."

She hums around your cock in acknowledgment but doesn't stop. On the contrary, she doubles down, sucking harder, her tongue doing something incredible along the underside of your shaft. Your fingers tighten in her hair involuntarily, and she moans at the slight pull.

The second orgasm builds faster than you expected, your body apparently having reserves you didn't know about. She can feel it happening, can feel your cock swelling in her mouth, and she looks up at you with those dark eyes as she works to push you over the edge again.

"Gonna cum." You warn her. "Gaeul, I'm gonna..." You grab her head with both hands and thrust forward, driving your cock deeper into her mouth. She takes it without complaint, her throat opening to accept you, her hands on your ass pulling you even closer. The orgasm crashes through you and you spill directly down her throat, pulsing against her tongue as she swallows everything you give her.

She doesn't pull off until she's milked every last drop from you, her throat working to swallow, her lips maintaining their seal until there's nothing left. When she finally releases you, it’s with a soft wet sound and a satisfied smile.

"Your cum tastes really good." She informs you, licking her lips. "Like, genuinely. Some guys taste awful but you're actually pleasant. Must be the diet."

You have absolutely nothing to say to that. Your legs are shaking, your entire body wrung out from back-to-back orgasms, and the only thing you can think to do is collapse backward onto the bed. The mattress catches you, soft and welcoming, and you lie there staring at the ceiling while your heart rate slowly returns to normal. Your cock is finally, blessedly softening, thoroughly satisfied after everything it's been through this morning.

You feel the bed dip as Gaeul climbs up beside you. She crawls into your lap, straddling your thighs, and settles her weight against you. The cum coating her chest is starting to get sticky. "That was great." She says simply, her hands resting on your stomach. "Like, really great. Top tier sex."

"Yeah." You agree, still slightly dazed. "It really was."

She leans down and gives you a soft kiss. Her lips taste faintly of you and you don’t mind at all. Gaeul doesn’t hesitate to press her mouth against yours again, like it’s something you do all the time. When she pulls back, she pushes gently on your chest until you're lying flat on your back. Then she stretches out on top of you, her small body fitting perfectly against yours, her head tucked into the curve of your neck. Her cum-covered breasts press against your chest, warm and slick, and she makes no move to clean herself off.

"Let's stay like this for a little while." She murmurs against your skin. "Just cuddling. We have all day to have more sex. Let's take advantage of the day off and sleep a little. I'll make lunch later. Then we can continue. Fuck all day if we want. We've got nowhere to be. Nobody expecting us. Just you and me and this bed." She yawns. "And maybe the shower later. I've never had sex in my shower. Could be fun to try."

"Sounds like a plan."

"Mmm." She snuggles closer, one leg hooking over yours. "You're comfortable. Like a warm pillow. A warm pillow with a huge dick."

"That’s the most beautiful compliment I’ve ever received.”

"You're welcome." Your hand comes up to stroke her hair, running your fingers through the dark strands that have fallen loose around her face. She sighs at the touch. "That feels nice." She mumbles, her eyes already drifting closed. "Keep doing that."

You continue the gentle stroking, feeling her melt under your touch as the last of the tension slips out of her. Gaeul’s breathing gradually steadies, until her body grows heavy against yours and sleep finally takes her. Your cum is drying on her chest, warm and sticky between you, but neither of you bothers to move or clean up. That can wait.

After all, like she said, you’ve got the whole day ahead of you.

—

The day draws to a close and you find yourself standing in Gaeul's living room wearing the same clothes you arrived in this morning.

They're slightly wrinkled now, carrying the evidence of being hastily removed and put back on multiple times, but they're presentable enough. Gaeul, by contrast, has changed into the most comfortable thing she apparently owns: an oversized loose shirt that hangs past her thighs and shorts that are easily three sizes too big, bunched at the waist and falling past her knees.

She looks like a boy.

A very satisfied, very relaxed boy who spent the entire day getting fucked.

"That was a great day." She sighs contentedly, padding barefoot across her apartment to grab a glass of water. "Like, genuinely one of the best days I've had in months. Maybe years. We should do this more often."

"I wouldn't object to that."

"Good. It's settled then." She takes a long drink, then sets the glass down. "Anyway, I'll see you at work tomorrow. Try to look less thoroughly fucked than you do right now. HR will have questions."

Before you can respond, there's a knock at the door. Gaeul frowns, glancing toward the entrance with confusion.

"Who could that be?" She crosses to the door and pulls it open, and the woman standing on the other side immediately pushes past her into the apartment. She's tall, significantly taller than Gaeul, with long legs showcased by a short dress. A purse hangs from her shoulder and her expression is somewhere between annoyed and stressed.

"Why haven't you answered any of my messages?" She asks, clearly on edge, as she steps into the living room, not even looking around until she's already several steps inside. Then she spots you and stops abruptly. "Oh." Her eyes sweep over you with obvious assessment. "I didn't know you had company."

Gaeul closes the door and moves to stand between you. "This is my friend from work." She gestures toward you. "And this is Yujin. She lives in the building. She's a friend of mine.” No, it can’t be her… or can it?

“The same one from the sextape, by the way." Gaeul adds, confirming what you already suspected.

Yujin's head snaps toward her. "Hey, what?!"

"Oh, shit, right." Gaeul winces slightly, rubbing the back of her neck. "I completely forgot that we had arranged to have sex today. My bad. Things got... complicated this morning."

Yujin's gaze slides back to you. She looks you up and down again, this time with a knowing smirk. "Ah. I see why."

"I was just leaving, actually." You take a step toward the door, sensing that you've probably overstayed your welcome. "I'll let you two..."

"Wait." Gaeul holds up a hand to stop you. "Since you're both here anyway, we could easily make this a threesome. Could be fun. The more the merrier and all that."

Yujin's smirk vanishes instantly. "I'm not fucking him, sorry.”

"That's fine." You shrug, already reaching for your jacket. "You're not even my type."

The living room becomes still. Yujin turns to you, her face changing from unconcerned to openly offended in about two seconds flat.

"Excuse me? Are you crazy, blind, or both?" She gestures at herself with indignation. "I'm everyone's type. Look at me. I'm perfect. I have perfect bone structure, perfect proportions, perfect everything. People should ask for permission before even looking at me."

"It's not about looks." You reply calmly. "It's about personality. You seem kind of narcissistic."

"I am not..." She turns to Gaeul, clearly expecting backup. "Tell him. Tell him I'm his type and that I'm not narcissistic."

Gaeul winces again, looking genuinely apologetic. "I don't actually know what his type is, so I can't really speak to that." She pauses, then adds: "And honestly? You are kind of narcissistic. Like, a lot narcissistic. You spent twenty minutes last week talking about how good you look in natural lighting."

“That’s not…” Yujin sputters for a moment, then straightens her spine, reclaiming her dignity. “It doesn’t matter. I’m perfect, so I have every right to be a Marxist.”

"Marxist." You repeat slowly.

"I-I didn't say that."

"You definitely did." Gaeul interjects. "You said Marxist. I have big ears, I heard it clearly. You swapped narcissist for Marxist."

Yujin opens her mouth to argue, then seems to think better of it. "You know what? Fuck it. I am a Marxist too, okay? Can’t a girl be hot and politically aware anymore?" She crosses her arms defiantly. "Tax the rich. Feed the poor. Seize the means of production. Whatever. Can we move on?"

Gaeul claps her hands together, pleased that the argument is dying down. "Great! So we can either continue this fascinating political discussion out here, or we can all go to my bedroom and have a lot of fun. Your choice."

“Hey, hey, wait a second,” Yujin says. “Are you not going to explain this whole thing about you showing our video to some random nobody? I didn’t consent to that.”

"Here's what happened. I accidentally showed him our video this morning in the car. I just opened the video player and the video started playing out of nowhere. We talked about it, one thing led to another, and we ended up skipping work to fuck all day." She gestures between you and Yujin. "I've mentioned him to you before. He's my best friend at work. And I've mentioned you to him. So now seems like a good time for you two to actually meet properly. Without the hostility."

Yujin sighs heavily. "Fine. Whatever." She eyes you again, though with less animosity this time. "I hope your dick is at least big. I have standards."

"Well, it's bigger than yours."

She scoffs. "I highly doubt that."

You pause, processing the implication of her response. "Wait. Do you actually have a cock?"

"Obviously." She rolls her eyes like you've asked the stupidest question imaginable. "I never leave the house without it." Then she reaches into her purse and pulls out a strap-on, dangling it from one finger like it's a set of car keys.

"Okay, that was... unexpected."

"Just wait until you feel it in your ass, bitch."

"Nobody's fucking my ass today, sweetie."

"Sucks to be you. My ass is ready for it!" Gaeul raises her hand cheerfully, volunteering her own body for the cause.

Yujin nods in agreement. "Yeah, I'm definitely fucking Gaeul's ass today. That was the original plan before you showed up and derailed everything."

"Actually, Gaeul promised me her ass earlier." You counter, remembering the offer she made against the window. "So technically I have dibs."

"What? You can't call dibs on someone's ass!"

"I just did."

"Okay, okay." Gaeul steps between you again, hands raised in a peacekeeping gesture. "I'm very flattered that you're both fighting over my ass, truly, but there's no need for conflict." She smiles brightly. "I can share. There's enough of me to go around. No fighting, please. We're all adults here."

Yujin and you exchange a look. It's not friendly, exactly, but it's not openly hostile anymore either. More like two people silently agreeing to a temporary truce for the sake of a mutual goal.

The three of you make your way down the hallway to Gaeul's bedroom, the same room where you spent most of the afternoon. The bed is still slightly rumpled from earlier activities, and Gaeul doesn't bother straightening it before turning to face you both.

"Do you want to listen to music during sex? Or an audiobook? I don't know." She taps her chin thoughtfully. "I went out with an architecture student once and he put on this audiobook about modern urbanization. There was this whole section about hostile architecture in big cities, you know, those benches designed so homeless people can't sleep on them and spikes in doorways and stuff. And I don't know what happened but something about it just got to me, and I ended up crying while I was having an orgasm. It was a very confusing experience."

You and Yujin look at each other again.

"No music." You say firmly.

"Agreed." Yujin nods. "No audiobooks either. Or podcasts. Or ambient noise. Just silence."

"Suit yourselves." Gaeul shrugs, already pulling her oversized shirt over her head to reveal bare skin underneath. She hadn't been wearing a bra. "I thought it might set the mood, but whatever."

You start unbuttoning your shirt, fingers working the same buttons you fastened just half an hour ago. Yujin does the same across the room, unzipping her dress and letting it pool at her feet. Underneath, she's wearing matching lingerie in deep purple. She extracts the strap-on from her purse with the casual ease of someone retrieving their phone or keys, tossing it onto the bed where it bounces once on the rumpled sheets. It's impressive, you have to admit. Sleek purple silicone, substantial in both length and girth, with a leather harness that looks well-worn from use. She catches you looking and smirks.

"Jealous?"

Before you can respond, she's already turned away, her attention shifting entirely to Gaeul, who at this point is already completely naked. She crosses the space between them in two long strides and pulls her friend into a kiss that's nothing like the ones you shared with Gaeul throughout the day. This is aggressive, possessive, Yujin's hand fisting in Gaeul's hair to tilt her head back while her other hand slides immediately between Gaeul's thighs.

Gaeul makes a soft sound against Yujin's mouth, her legs parting automatically to allow access. From where you're standing, you can see Yujin's fingers working between her legs, stroking through folds that are already glistening with arousal. Apparently, Gaeul's body doesn't need much prompting after the day you've had together.

"Already wet." Yujin murmurs against Gaeul's lips. "Were you thinking about me, or did your work friend do this to you?"

"Both." Gaeul admits breathlessly. "Definitely both."

"Slut."

"You say that like it's an insult."

Yujin laughs, then releases Gaeul with a gentle push toward the bed. "Go lie down. I need to have a word with your new toy."

Gaeul obeys without argument, climbing onto the mattress and settling against the pillows. Her eyes stay fixed on you and Yujin, watching with obvious interest as she stalks toward you. Yujin stops when she's inches away, close enough that you can smell her perfume and feel the warmth radiating off her skin. You’re both only in your underwear, and this whole intimidation game suddenly feels a lot sexier because of it. Then Yujin leans in until your noses are almost touching, her dark eyes boring into yours with an intensity that's slightly unnerving.

"You'd better not ruin everything tonight."

"I expect the same from you."

There’s a moment where her expression gives something away. Interest, perhaps. Or grudging respect. Yujin is not easy to read.

Then she's kissing you. And it's nothing like kissing Gaeul. Where Gaeul was warm and playful and eager, Yujin is demanding and slightly mean. Her teeth catch your lower lip and bite down hard enough to sting, and when you hiss in response she pulls back with a satisfied smile.

Then she slaps you across the face. Your head snaps to the side from the impact. Your cheek stings, heat blooming across the skin, and when you turn back to look at her she's already pointing toward the bed.

"Lie down, bitch."

"You probably shouldn't hit people without asking first." Gaeul comments, mild and conversational.

Yujin doesn't even look at her.

"Shut up, or you're next."

"Actually." Gaeul sounds entirely too cheerful about this. "I'd kind of like that."

Now Yujin does turn, and the smile that spreads across her face is genuinely delighted, dimples appearing in her cheeks that transform her from intimidating to almost adorable for a split second. She crosses to the bed in three quick strides and delivers a slap to Gaeul's face that makes her friend gasp, her cheek immediately flushing red.

"Better?"

"Much." Gaeul grins despite (or maybe because of) the handprint forming on her skin. "Thank you."

"You're both insane." You observe, climbing onto the bed as instructed.

"Probably." Yujin agrees, not sounding remotely bothered by the assessment. "Now lie flat. Gaeul, mount him. I want to watch you take that cock."

You take off your boxes and settle onto your back, your erection already at full mast from watching their exchange. Gaeul moves immediately, swinging one leg over your hips to straddle you, her wet pussy hovering just above your shaft. She reaches down to grip your cock, positioning the head at her entrance, and sinks down with a ease that speaks to how many times you've been inside her today.

"Welcome back." She sighs contentedly as you fill her. "Missed you."

Yujin climbs onto the bed, and for a moment you think she's going to join Gaeul, maybe kiss her or play with her breasts. Instead, she swings her leg over your chest and keeps moving until she's positioned above your face, her back to you, facing Gaeul. Her purple panties are the only thing between your mouth and her pussy.

"I'm going to sit on your face." She announces, as if this wasn't already obvious. "And you're going to do a good job down there. Most men are absolute garbage in bed. Selfish, lazy, no technique whatsoever. You look like a fucking NPC, honestly. Basic as hell. But Gaeul seems to like you, so I'm hoping you're at least decent."

"You talk a lot."

She reaches back and grabs your hair, twisting hard enough to make your scalp sting.

"And you don't talk nearly enough. Save your mouth for something useful." She pulls her panties aside with her free hand, exposing her pussy directly above your face. She's neatly trimmed, her folds already glistening with arousal, and before you can prepare yourself she's lowering down onto your mouth.

The taste of her hits your tongue immediately. Different from Gaeul, muskier and more intense, with a tang that's distinctly her own. You start licking automatically, tracing through her folds, finding her clit and circling it with the tip of your tongue. Above you, you hear her sharp intake of breath.

"Oh. Okay. That's... not terrible."

Gaeul chooses that moment to start moving, her hips rising and falling in a steady rhythm that drives your cock in and out of her tight heat. The dual sensation is overwhelming, your tongue buried in Yujin's pussy while your cock is buried in Gaeul's, pleasure assaulting you from both directions simultaneously.

You can't see anything except Yujin's ass and thighs bracketing your head, but you can hear everything. Gaeul's soft moans as she rides you, the wet sounds of your cock sliding in and out of her. Yujin's increasingly heavy breathing as you work her clit. The creak of the bed beneath the combined weight of three bodies moving together.

"He's actually pretty good at this." Yujin sounds almost annoyed to admit it. "His tongue, I mean. I don't know about his dick."

"His dick is amazing." Gaeul responds between gasps. "Trust me. I've been riding it all day."

"All day? No wonder you forgot about our plans."

"Sorry. Got distracted by the massive cock."

"Understandable, I suppose."

You focus on eating Yujin's pussy with determination, partly because it feels good and partly because you want to prove that you're more than decent. Your tongue traces patterns through her folds, circling her clit before dipping lower to probe at her entrance. Her body responds in a different way than Gaeul’s does. Where Gaeul is vocal and reactive, Yujin seems to be fighting her own pleasure, her thighs tensing against your head every time you hit a particularly good spot.

Above you, you hear the unmistakable sound of kissing. They're making out while they use you, Gaeul bouncing on your cock and Yujin grinding on your face while their mouths meet somewhere above your field of vision.

Gaeul's pussy clenches around you as she shifts her angle, taking you deeper. Her pace is increasing, her movements becoming more urgent, and you thrust up to meet her, driving your cock as deep as it will go, and she cries out against Yujin's mouth.

"Fuck, that's good." Yujin breathes. "Keep going. Both of you. Don't you dare stop.”

You redouble your efforts on Yujin's pussy, your tongue working through her slick folds with a focused determination. You're finding her rhythm, learning what makes her breath catch, when suddenly she pushes her hips back further, angling herself differently above your face.

"Get my ass too." She says it as lightly as asking for the salt.

Her cheeks spread slightly with the new position, exposing her tight pink asshole just above your nose. You don't hesitate. Your tongue drags lower, tracing from her pussy up to that puckered ring, and you hear her sharp intake of breath when you make contact.

"Fuck. Okay. You're not completely useless."

High praise, apparently.

You grab her ass with both hands, spreading her cheeks wider to give yourself better access. The view is obscene from this angle (not that you can see much with your face buried between her thighs, but you can feel everything). Her asshole clenches against your tongue when you press against it, then relaxes as you work her open with patient, insistent strokes. You alternate between her holes, eating her pussy until she's grinding down on your face, then moving up to rim her ass until her thighs start trembling.

Meanwhile, Gaeul is bouncing on your cock madly. You can feel sweat dripping from somewhere above, either hers or Yujin's, landing on your chest and stomach as the three of you work together in this absurd, wonderful configuration.

"I don't know how I'm gonna function at work tomorrow." Gaeul's voice is strained, breathless, punctuated by the wet sounds of her pussy taking your cock over and over. "I've been having sex for like... god, how many hours? My legs are gonna be destroyed. My boss is gonna ask why I'm walking funny and I'm gonna have to lie and say I went to the gym."

"Then stop." Yujin suggests ironically.

"I can't stop." Gaeul whines. "It feels too good. His cock is like... I can't explain it. I physically cannot stop riding it." She proves her point by grinding down particularly hard, taking you to the hilt, and the sensation makes your hips buck up involuntarily. Your tongue stutters against Yujin's asshole and she makes a sound of displeasure. "Focus down there, bitch."

You spread her cheeks even wider and push your tongue against her ass. There's something deeply satisfying about the way she's responding, the way her composure is finally starting to crack. She was so dismissive of you earlier, so convinced you'd be garbage in bed, and now she's dripping onto your chin and her thighs are shaking and she can't quite keep the pleasure out of her voice when she speaks.

Gaeul's movements are becoming erratic above you, her rhythm faltering as she chases her peak. You can feel her pussy clenching around your cock, those telltale contractions that signal she's getting close. Her nails are probably leaving marks on your thighs where she's gripping for leverage.

"I'm close." She gasps. "Fuck, I'm so close, I'm gonna..."

"Wait,” Yujin cuts her off. "Wait for me. I'm almost there."

"Yujin, I can't..."

"You can and you will! You don't cum until I tell you to."

Gaeul whimpers, but her movements slow slightly. You can feel her fighting it, her pussy clenching and releasing around your cock as she tries to hold back the orgasm that's threatening to crash through her. Above you, Yujin reaches out, and you feel the shift in weight as she and Gaeul join hands for balance.

"Make me cum." The instruction is directed at you. "Quickly. She can't hold it much longer and I refuse to finish after her." You abandon her asshole entirely and focus all your attention on her pussy. Your tongue finds her clit and works it relentlessly, circling and flicking and sucking, using every technique you've learned today. Her thighs clamp around your head as the pleasure builds, her grip on your hair tightening to the point of pain.

"That's it." She pants above you. "That's it, keep going, don't stop, I'm right there..."

Gaeul is practically sobbing now, her body trembling with the effort of holding back. "Yujin, please, I can't, I really can't..."

"Almost... almost..."

You suck hard on Yujin's clit and push two fingers inside her pussy without warning, curling them against her front wall. The unexpected penetration combined with the suction seems to be exactly what she needs, because her entire body goes rigid above you. She cums with a sharp cry, her pussy clamping down on your fingers while her clit throbs against your tongue. You taste the fresh flood of her arousal, tangy and warm, and you lap it up greedily as she shakes and gasps through the waves of pleasure.

"Now." She manages to choke out. "You can cum now."

Gaeul screams. It's loud and completely uninhibited, her orgasm hitting the moment Yujin gives permission. Her pussy clamps down on your cock hard, rhythmic contractions that pulse around your shaft as she cums and cums and cums.

And then she squirts.

A sudden rush of hot liquid soaking your lower stomach and thighs. She's gushing around your cock, her body convulsing with the intensity of her release, her screams dissolving into broken whimpers as the orgasm tears through her. "Oh my god, oh fuck, it's too much, I can't..."

She pulls off your cock abruptly, the sudden loss of her tight heat making you groan. She's shaking so hard she can barely stay upright, and she reaches out to lean on Yujin for support. The problem is that Yujin is still weak from her own orgasm, her body trembling and her limbs unsteady. When Gaeul's weight shifts against her, she doesn't have the strength to support it.

"Wait, I can't—"

They both lose their balance simultaneously.

Gaeul goes tumbling off the side of the bed with a yelp, landing on the carpet with a soft thud. Yujin manages to catch herself on the headboard, barely avoiding the same fate, but Gaeul is gone.

"Gaeul?" You push yourself up on your elbows. "You okay?"

There's a moment of silence.

Then laughter. Bright, genuine, slightly hysterical laughter floating up from the floor. "I'm great." Her head appears over the edge of the mattress. "I just can't feel my legs. At all. I think you broke them."

She crawls back onto the bed rather than attempting to stand with movements uncoordinated and clumsy. She's still giggling as she makes her way toward you, and when she reaches your face she immediately dips down and starts licking. Her tongue traces over your chin, your cheeks, your lips, cleaning off the mess that Yujin left behind. She's tasting her friend on you, making soft sounds of appreciation as she works.

"Mmm. She tastes good."

"I know." Yujin has recovered enough to watch with interest. "I'm delicious."

"Modest, too."

Yujin rolls her eyes but moves to join her, positioning herself on your other side. Her tongue finds a spot Gaeul missed, dragging across the corner of your jaw, and suddenly you have two women licking your face clean in tandem.

It should be weird. It is weird. But it's also incredibly hot, their tongues working in counterpoint, occasionally meeting in the middle for a brief kiss before returning to their task. They're thorough, making sure they get every drop of Yujin's arousal from your skin.

When they're finally satisfied that you're clean, they turn toward each other and kiss, two women who clearly know each other's mouths intimately. Gaeul cups Yujin's face in her hands while Yujin's fingers tangle in Gaeul's messy hair. They share the taste of Yujin's cum between them, tongues sliding together in lazy exploration. You lie there watching, your cock still hard and aching, as two of the most beautiful women you've ever seen make out inches from your face.

Yujin pulls back from the kiss with Gaeul with a thin strand of saliva connecting their lips for a moment before breaking. She turns to look at you, that smug expression firmly in place, and tilts her head. "You like watching that?"

"It's not bad at all." You shrug, propping yourself up on your elbows. "Get me a bucket of popcorn and I could stay here comfortably. Maybe some Junior Mints."

"Funny." She says dismissively, but then she smiles and adds: "Okay, you'll like this then."

She doesn't need to say anything to Gaeul. They just move together like they've done this a thousand times before (which they probably have). Gaeul shifts closer and tilts her head back, opening her mouth wide. Her tongue extends slightly, waiting.

Yujin leans over her.

She spits slowly, deliberately, letting the saliva stretch from her lips before it lands on Gaeul's waiting tongue. The strand of spit descends in a perfect line, pooling in Gaeul's open mouth, and then Yujin closes the distance between them and seals their lips together.

The kiss is wet and filthy, the two of them sharing Yujin's spit between their mouths while you watch. When they finally separate, a mess of saliva connecting them, Yujin reaches up and wipes Gaeul's lower lip clean with her thumb. The gesture is somehow tender, contradicting everything about her abrasive personality.

"Good girl." Yujin murmurs. Gaeul practically glows at the praise.

Then Yujin is all business again, climbing off the bed and crossing to Gaeul's dresser. She opens the top drawer with the confidence of someone who knows exactly where everything is kept, rummaging for a moment before emerging with a bottle of lubricant.

"Time to start preparing this tight little ass." She announces, tossing the bottle in the air and catching it. "Here's the plan. I fuck Gaeul's ass first while you take her pussy. Then we switch. Everyone gets a turn everywhere. Sound good?"

You look at the strap-on still lying on the bed, then at Gaeul's petite body, then back at Yujin. "Yeah. Sounds good to me."

"I'm so happy you two are getting along now." Gaeul beams at both of you from her position on the bed. "See? I knew you'd like each other eventually."

"I can be quite diplomatic when it comes to sex." Yujin says, already climbing back onto the mattress with the lube in hand. "Speaking of which, what are you still doing lying around? On all fours. Now!"

Gaeul scrambles to comply, positioning herself in the center of the bed with her hands and knees on the mattress. Her ass is raised and presented, that tight little hole on display. Yujin settles behind her, popping the cap on the lubricant.

"At least her ass is used to this." She comments, squeezing a generous amount onto her fingers. "Makes my job easier. First time I fucked her back here, she was so tight I thought I was gonna break her."

"You almost did." Gaeul says. "I couldn't sit properly for two days."

"You loved every second of it."

"I did. Still do."

Yujin's slicked fingers make contact with Gaeul's asshole, circling the puckered ring with ease. Despite her harsh demeanor, her movements are careful, methodical. She's not rushing this. She presses one finger against the tight entrance and eases it inside slowly, watching Gaeul's body language for any signs of discomfort.

"How do you two know each other?" You ask suddenly. You're genuinely curious. Their dynamic is so easy, so practiced, that they've clearly been doing this for a while.

"Yujin moved into the building a few months ago." Gaeul starts, her breath hitching slightly as Yujin adds a second finger. "I was, ah, I was very welcoming. Helped her settle in. Showed her where the good takeout places were, introduced her to the super, that kind of thing."

"She was annoyingly friendly." Yujin adds, working her fingers in a slow scissoring motion. "I'm used to neighbors who ignore each other. She kept showing up with cookies and wine."

"One time, she showed up at my door drunk and crying."

Yujin's hand pauses momentarily. "We don't need to..."

"Her boyfriend had just broken up with her." Gaeul continues, ignoring the warning. "She was a mess. Could barely stand. I brought her inside and we talked for hours. I just held her and let her vent."

"She was very kind about it." Yujin admits quietly, resuming her preparation. "I was being pathetic and she didn't judge."

"One thing led to another, and..." Gaeul trails off with a meaningful glance back at Yujin. "We ended up having sex that night. Grief sex, I guess. And then we just... never stopped."

Yujin’s palm lands against Gaeul’s ass cheek with a sharp slap. “Stop telling people our private business.

"He's not people, he's practically my boyfriend at this point."

“Your first time with him was just hours ago."

“And it felt completely natural, like we’d been fucking for years.”

Yujin rolls her eyes but doesn't argue further, returning her attention to the task at hand. She's up to three fingers now, working them in and out of Gaeul's ass with patient, thorough strokes. The lube makes everything slick and easy, and Gaeul's body is accepting the intrusion without resistance.

Despite her meanness, it's obvious Yujin genuinely cares about not hurting Gaeul. She keeps checking in with small touches to Gaeul's lower back, adjusting her angle when Gaeul tenses even slightly, adding more lube whenever there's the slightest hint of friction.

"Okay." Yujin finally announces, withdrawing her fingers and wiping them on the sheets. "I think we're ready."

She stands up on the bed (slightly wobbly on the soft surface) and steps into the harness of the strap-on, pulling it up her thighs and tightening the straps until the purple silicone juts out proudly from her hips. She gives it an experimental stroke, checking the positioning, then nods in satisfaction.

"Get under her." She instructs you, gesturing at the space beneath Gaeul. "Face up. I want to be able to see both of you."

You maneuver yourself into position, sliding beneath Gaeul's suspended body until your cock is lined up with her dripping pussy. She looks down at you with those bright eyes and her hair falling around her face.

"Just to remind you both." She says quietly. "This is my first time doing double penetration."

"Wait, really?" You pause, suddenly more concerned about taking this slow.

"Really." She nods. "I've done anal plenty of times, obviously. And I've had threesomes before. But never both holes at once. So just... go slow at first? Please?"

"We've got you." Yujin's voice is uncharacteristically gentle as she positions herself behind Gaeul. "Just relax and let us do the work. If anything hurts, say something."

You reach up to grip Gaeul's hips, holding her steady as you guide the head of your cock to her entrance. At the same time, you feel the bed shift as Yujin kneels behind her, the tip of the strap-on pressing against Gaeul's well-prepared asshole.

"On three." Yujin says. "One... two..."

You both push forward simultaneously. Gaeul gasps, her whole body going rigid between you. Her eyes roll back slightly and she trembles, caught between the sensation of your cock sliding into her pussy and Yujin's strap pressing into her ass. You go slow, giving her time to adjust, feeling her walls stretch to accommodate you.

"Oh my god." She breathes. "Oh my god, that's... that's a lot."

"Too much?"

"No, it's... just give me a second."

You hold still, fighting the urge to thrust up into her tight heat. You can feel the pressure of the strap-on through the thin wall separating her pussy from her ass. Yujin is going just as slowly, easing forward in increments, letting Gaeul's body adjust to being so thoroughly filled.

"So tell me about work,” Yujin says casually.

"What do you mean?" you ask.

"Your work relationship." She clarifies, still slowly pressing deeper. "Gaeul talks about you all the time. Her best friend at the office. Apparently you cover for her when she needs to leave early, bring her coffee when she's stressed. Very knight in shining armor."

"I wouldn't say..."

"He's really sweet." Gaeul manages. "We started on the same day, actually. New hire orientation together. He was so nervous, it was adorable."

"I was not adorable."

"You were very adorable." She insists, her body slowly relaxing around you as the conversation continues. "You spilled coffee on your shirt and tried to hide it with your notebook. And then I showed you where the secret bathroom was, the one that's always empty on the third floor, and you looked at me like I'd given you the keys to the kingdom."

Yujin snorts. "That's pathetic."

"It was endearing." Gaeul corrects. "And then today, after the whole video thing, I just... I don't know. Something clicked. Like, why have we been dancing around this for months when we could have been doing this the whole time?"

"Because normal coworkers don't fuck in parking lots,” you say.

"Our loss. Hey, by the way, I was thinking about dyeing my hair pink. Opinions? Would it look good on me, or would I look like some random K-pop idol?”

“I think it’d be really pretty on you,” you comment.

“Dye it,” Yujin grins. “You’re gonna be so fucking cute, and the cuter you get, the more I’m gonna want to fuck you hard.”

Before you fully register the shift, both you and Yujin are completely buried inside her. Your cock is sheathed to the hilt in her pussy, Yujin's strap-on fully seated in her ass, and Gaeul is sandwiched between you with tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

"You okay?"

"Yeah." She nods with a trembling smile on her face. "Yeah, I'm really okay. Just... full. Really, really full.”

You begin to move first, a slow experimental thrust upward that makes Gaeul whimper. A second later, Yujin matches your rhythm, pulling back as you push in, then driving forward as you withdraw. The coordination takes a moment to find, the two of you adjusting to each other's pace, but once you sync up the effect on Gaeul is immediate and devastating.

"Oh fuck." She gasps, her arms trembling where they support her weight. "Oh fuck, that's... you're both..."

"Good girl." Yujin says reassuringly. "Such a good girl, letting us use you like this. Taking both of us at once like the perfect little slut you are."

The rhythm builds slowly, neither of you rushing. Every thrust fills Gaeul completely, your cock buried in her pussy while Yujin's strap stretches her ass, and the thin wall between the two passages means you can feel the pressure of the silicone against your shaft with every movement. It's an unfamiliar sensation but an incredible one.

Yujin reaches down and grabs Gaeul's ass cheeks, spreading them wide to give herself a better angle. This position lets her drive deeper, and you watch (from your vantage point beneath Gaeul's suspended body) as the purple strap disappears into that tight ring over and over. Yujin's fingers dig into the soft flesh, leaving red marks, and Gaeul moans louder at the combination of sensations.

"Look at you." Yujin murmurs, still spreading her open. "Taking it so well. Both holes stuffed full and you're just begging for more. Did you know you could be this slutty?"

"I suspected."

"Mmm. I'm glad we're confirming it."

Yujin releases one of Gaeul's cheeks and reaches up to her own chest, fumbling with the clasp of her bra. The purple lace comes undone and she shrugs it off her shoulders, letting it fall somewhere behind her on the bed. Her breasts spill free, larger than Gaeul's, swaying slightly with each thrust of her hips. Her torso is sheened with sweat, the exertion of fucking making her skin glisten in the evening light.

She catches you looking and smiles. "How am I doing up here?"

The question catches you off guard. You take in the sight of her: tall and lithe, her body moving with grace as she drives into Gaeul, her hair sticking to her damp forehead, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. There's something almost regal about her like this, commanding, powerful and completely in control.

"You look like an Amazon."

Her hand comes down hard on Gaeul's ass. "Did you hear that?" She demands. "Your friend just said I look like an Amazon. He knows how to compliment a woman."

Gaeul moans, but the sound is muffled against the pillow. "He's a gentleman."

"He really is." Yujin agrees, her pace never faltering. "Most men would say something crude like 'you look hot' or 'nice tits.' But an Amazon? That's classical. That's mythological. That's showing respect for my warrior queen energy."

You thrust up particularly hard, making Gaeul cry out, and Yujin's grin widens. "I like him." She announces to no one in particular. "I've decided. He can stay."

"Glad I passed the test."

"Don't get cocky. You're still on probation." Her eyes drift to the right, catching her own reflection in the mirror mounted on the wall. Whatever she sees there makes her smile grow even wider, dimples appearing in her cheeks. She adjusts her angle slightly, still fucking Gaeul with steady strokes, but now she's watching herself do it. "You're right." She says. "I do look amazing like this."

She rolls her hips in a way that's clearly more for the mirror than for Gaeul's pleasure, admiring the way her body moves. The narcissism should be off-putting, but there's something endearing about how genuinely delighted she is by her own reflection.

"Look at me." She continues, still staring at herself. "I'm like a goddess. A sex goddess. Fucking this cute little slut while her new fucktoy watches from below. This should be a painting."

"Your humility is truly inspiring,” you say.

"Shut up, I'm having a moment." She turns her head slightly, finding the angle she likes best, and thrusts into Gaeul while maintaining eye contact with her own reflection.

Gaeul laughs breathlessly beneath you, her body shaking with both amusement and pleasure. "She does this sometimes." She manages between moans. "Gets distracted by mirrors. I've learned to just let it happen."

"I am not distracted." Yujin protests, still watching herself. I contain multitudes. I can appreciate my own beauty and fuck you senseless at the same time.

"You contain something, that's for sure."

Another sharp slap lands on Gaeul's already reddening ass. "Watch it, slut." But Yujin is smiling as she says it, and when she finally tears her gaze away from the mirror to look down at where all three of your bodies are connected, she runs her hand down Gaeul's spine, a surprisingly gentle touch, before returning her grip to those spread cheeks and resuming her demanding pace.

You and Yujin find a shared rhythm that has Gaeul keening between you. Every time you thrust up into her pussy, Yujin pulls back from her ass, and then you withdraw as Yujin drives forward. The alternating fullness is clearly overwhelming her, her body trembling with the constant stimulation, never empty, always stuffed with one of you or the other or both.

"That's it." Yujin says, breathing slightly heavily. "Take it. Take both of us like the greedy little slut you are." Her hand comes down on Gaeul's ass again, adding another layer of red to the already crimson cheeks. The flesh jiggles with the impact and Gaeul cries out, her pussy clenching around your cock in response to the pain-pleasure combination.

"Look at this ass." Yujin marvels, rubbing the abused flesh before striking it again. "So red. So pretty. You love being marked up, don't you?"

"Yes." Gaeul whimpers. "Yes, I love it, please don't stop."

"Wasn't planning on it."

You thrust up harder, burying yourself to the hilt, and feel Gaeul's walls flutter around you. She's getting close, you can tell from the way her body is responding, the increasing desperation in her movements as she tries to push back against both of you simultaneously.

"Harder." She begs. "Both of you, please, harder."

You and Yujin exchange a glance over Gaeul's trembling back. Some kind of understanding passes between you, a agreement to give her exactly what she's asking for. You grip her hips tighter, finding purchase, and Yujin does the same with her spread cheeks.

Then you both start fucking her in earnest.

The bed creaks violently beneath the three of you, the headboard knocking against the wall with each synchronized thrust. Gaeul's moans have dissolved into something incoherent, broken sounds of pleasure that don't form words anymore. Her arms give out and she collapses forward onto your chest, unable to support herself, leaving you and Yujin to do all the work.

"There you go." Yujin pants, sweat dripping from her forehead onto Gaeul's back. "Just lie there and take it. Let us use you. That's all you're good for right now, isn't it? Just a set of holes for us to fuck."

The dirty talk makes Gaeul clench impossibly tighter around you. You can feel the pressure of Yujin's strap through the thin membrane separating Gaeul's passages, the silicone rubbing against your cock with every thrust. It adds friction you weren't expecting, intensity that has your own orgasm building faster than you'd like.

"She's so tight." You manage to grunt out.

"She's always tight." Yujin agrees, her hips never stopping their relentless pace. "Even after I've fucked her open a hundred times, she always bounces back. It's like her body was designed for this." Another slap lands on Gaeul's ass, harder than the previous ones, and Gaeul screams into your chest.

"You like that?" Yujin demands. "Like being spanked while you're stuffed full of cock?"

"Yes, yes, yes..."

"Then say thank you."

"Thank you." Gaeul gasps immediately. "Thank you, thank you, please don't stop, I'm so close, I'm so fucking close..."

Yujin's eyes meet yours again over the expanse of Gaeul's shaking back. "Make her cum." She orders. "Give her everything you've got. I want to feel her fall apart."

You adjust your angle, tilting your hips to hit that spot inside her that made her scream earlier. At the same time, Yujin increases her pace, driving the strap into Gaeul's ass with punishing strokes. The coordination is seamless now, both of you working together toward the same goal, using Gaeul's body in perfect tandem.

"Oh god." Gaeul's voice is muffled against your chest but you can hear the desperation in it. "Oh god, oh god, I can't, it's too much, I'm gonna..."

"Not yet," Yujin commands. "You don't cum until I say you can."

Gaeul whines, her body trembling with the effort of holding back. You can feel her pussy fluttering around your cock, right on the edge, fighting against the orgasm that's trying to crash through her. Yujin is cruel, keeping her there, fucking her relentlessly while denying her the release she's desperate for.

"Please." Gaeul begs. "Yujin, please, I can't hold it, I need to cum, please let me cum..."

"What do you say?"

"Please, Mistress, please let me cum, I'll do anything, please..."

The title makes Yujin smile, dimples appearing in her flushed cheeks. "Good girl." She purrs, her hand coming down for one final devastating slap. "Now cum."

Gaeul detonates.

There's no other word for what happens to her body. She comes apart completely, every muscle seizing at once. You feel the contractions ripple through her, feel the pressure increase against the strap in her ass, feel her entire frame shudder and jerk between you and Yujin.

The sound she makes isn't human. It's a raw scream that probably carries through the walls to every neighboring apartment. Her nails dig into your shoulders hard and her hips buck uncontrollably, grinding against you and back against Yujin as the orgasm tears through her in waves.

"That's it." Yujin encourages, still moving inside her, drawing out the pleasure. "Let it go. Give us everything." Gaeul cums for what feels like minutes, her body wracked with aftershocks that have her twitching and whimpering long after the initial peak passes. When she finally goes limp, collapsing fully onto your chest, she's barely conscious. Her eyes are unfocused, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her whole body still trembling with residual pleasure.

Yujin pulls out slowly, carefully, and you feel the pressure in Gaeul's pussy decrease as the strap withdraws from her ass. She makes a small sound of loss at the emptiness but doesn't move, can't move, completely spent.

"I think we broke her." Yujin observes, sounding entirely too pleased with herself.

"Give her a minute."

You wrap your arms around Gaeul's limp form, holding her against your chest while she recovers. Your cock is still buried inside her, still hard, but you don't move, just let her rest. Yujin sits back on her heels.

"You okay?" You murmur the question against Gaeul's hair.

"Mmhmm." She manages, still not moving. "Just need... a second. You two are... a lot."

"That's fair."

Yujin snorts. "She can handle it. She's tougher than she looks." But her hand reaches out to stroke down Gaeul's spine. "Take your time, babe. We're not going anywhere."

A few minutes pass. Gaeul's breathing returns to normal and eventually she stirs, lifting her head from your chest to look up at you with hazy eyes.

"Hi."

"Hi yourself."

"That was..." She trails off, apparently unable to find adequate words. "Yeah."

"Eloquent," Yujin teases.

"Shut up. You try being double-fucked into oblivion and see how articulate you are after."

She pushes herself up slowly, wincing slightly as your cock shifts inside her. You let her set the pace as she lifts herself off you. She rolls onto her side, boneless and satisfied, and you finally get a good look at the state of her ass. The cheeks are bright red, almost purple in some spots, covered in overlapping handprints.

"So." Yujin breaks the comfortable silence. "What position now? We still need to switch. Someone hasn't had a turn in that tight little ass yet." She gestures at your cock, still standing at attention despite everything.

Gaeul turns to look at you, smiling. "He fucked me against the window earlier." She tells Yujin. "Held me up in the air the whole time. Just standing there with his cock inside me while I wrapped around him like a koala."

Yujin raises an eyebrow. "Show-off."

"It was hot."

"Whatever. I can do that too." She stands up from the bed, stretching her long limbs. "Get up, both of you. I'll show you how it's really done."

You climb off the bed, your legs slightly unsteady but functional. Yujin positions herself at the foot of the bed, the strap-on still jutting proudly from her hips, and holds out her arms toward Gaeul.

"Jump."

Gaeul hesitates for only a second before complying, pushing herself off the mattress and launching herself at Yujin. She catches her easily, hands gripping under her thighs, and Gaeul's legs wrap around her waist instinctively.

"You're so strong." Gaeul marvels, her arms looping around Yujin's neck.

"Of course I am, babe." Yujin adjusts her grip, settling Gaeul's weight more securely. "I do Pilates."

You move into position behind Gaeul, your chest pressing against her back. Her ass is right there, well-prepared from all the earlier attention, and your cock throbs at the prospect of finally being inside it. You grip her hips to steady yourself, feeling Yujin's hands just below yours where they support Gaeul's thighs.

"Ready?" Yujin asks, shifting to position the head of the strap at Gaeul's pussy.

You press the tip of your cock against Gaeul's slick asshole, feeling the ring of muscle flutter at the contact. "Ready.”

You push forward slowly, the head of your cock pressing against Gaeul's well-prepared asshole. The muscle resists for just a moment before yielding, opening up to accept you, and then you're sliding inside and the sensation is nothing like her pussy. This is tighter, deliciously tight, her ass gripping your shaft like a velvet vice as you ease deeper inch by inch.

"Holy fuck." You take a deep breath. "She's so tight back here."

"Told you." Yujin grunts from the front, adjusting her grip on Gaeul's thighs as she simultaneously pushes the strap upward into her pussy. "Her ass is unreal. First time I fucked it I almost came just from the visual."

"You don't even have nerve endings in that thing,” Gaeul points out.

"It's called empathy orgasms, look it up."

Gaeul laughs breathlessly between you, the sound dissolving into a moan as you bottom out inside her. She's completely stuffed now, your cock filling her ass while Yujin's strap stretches her pussy, and the thin wall between the two passages means you can feel the silicone rubbing against your shaft with every micro-movement.

"Give me a second." Gaeul pants, her arms tightening around Yujin's neck. "Just... adjusting."

You hold still, fighting every instinct that's screaming at you to move. The heat of her ass is incredible, the pressure almost overwhelming, and you have to actively focus on not thrusting. Yujin is more patient than you expected, keeping the strap motionless inside Gaeul's pussy while she waits.

"Okay." Gaeul finally breathes. "Okay, I'm good. You can move."

You and Yujin start at the same time, that coordinated rhythm you found earlier coming back naturally. When you pull back, she pushes in. When she withdraws, you thrust forward. Gaeul is never empty, always full of one or both of you, and the sounds she's making suggest she's absolutely losing her mind.

"This position." She gasps, her head falling back against your shoulder. "Oh my god, this position. I can feel both of you everywhere. You're both pressed against me, I can feel your chest on my back and your tits on my front and I'm just... sandwiched."

"That's generally how threesomes work." Yujin observes dryly.

"No, but like..." Gaeul struggles to articulate through her moans. "This is why I love being bi. Best of both worlds. I get her gorgeous body against my front and his gorgeous body against my back and both of you inside me at the same time. Why would anyone limit themselves to just one gender when you could have this?"

"Valid point,” you say.

"I'm making very valid points for someone getting double-fucked right now."

Yujin snorts and shuts her up with a kiss, capturing Gaeul's mouth in a demanding press of lips and tongue. You watch from over Gaeul's shoulder as they make out, Yujin taking control immediately, biting Gaeul's lower lip hard enough to make her whimper into the kiss. Their tongues slide together and you can see glimpses of the wetness shared between their mouths.

When they break apart, Gaeul turns her head toward you, craning her neck at an awkward angle. You meet her halfway, kissing her deeply, tasting traces of Yujin on her lips. It's different from the kisses you shared earlier, messier and more desperate, interrupted by moans every time you or Yujin thrust particularly deep.

"You two are disgusting." Yujin comments, watching you kiss. "In a hot way. Keep going." You smile against Gaeul's mouth and keep kissing her, your hips maintaining their steady rhythm in her ass. The angle is incredible from this position, letting you drive deep while Gaeul's body weight helps push her back onto your cock with every stroke. "Okay, break it up." Yujin finally demands. "She's mine too."

She claims Gaeul's mouth again, more aggressively this time, and you focus on the sensation of her tight ass gripping your shaft. You can feel every flutter and clench of her muscles, every involuntary squeeze when Yujin hits a good spot with the strap. It's like her whole body is responding to both of you simultaneously.

"Look at you." Yujin murmurs against Gaeul's lips, pulling back just enough to speak. "Stuffed full of cock like the desperate little slut you are. You can't even function without something in your holes, can you?"

"No." Gaeul whimpers.

"No what?"

"No, Mistress."

"That's right." Yujin smiles mischievously. "You're just a set of holes for us to use. A pretty little fucktoy that exists for our pleasure. Isn't that right?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And you love it."

"I love it so much." Gaeul swallows hard before continuing: "I love being used. I love being full. I love that you're both inside me right now, using me however you want."

Yujin's eyes flick up to meet yours over Gaeul's shoulder, that smug smile on her lips. "Hear that? She loves it. She's thanking us for treating her like a whore." Her attention returns to Gaeul. "What do you say when someone gives you two cocks at once?"

"Thank you."

"Louder."

"Thank you!" Gaeul's voice rises to nearly a shout. "Thank you for fucking me! Thank you for using me! thank you for making me your slut!”

"Good girl." The praise makes Gaeul clench around both of you, her ass squeezing your cock so tight you have to grit your teeth against the surge of pleasure. Yujin notices your reaction and her smile widens.

"She likes being called a good girl almost as much as she likes being called a whore. Isn't that pathetic? She gets off on both ends of the spectrum. Tell her she's worthless, she cums. Tell her she's precious, she cums. She's basically a praise and degradation slut all rolled into one convenient package."

"Sounds efficient."

"It really is." Yujin agrees. "Watch this." She turns back to Gaeul and her expression shifts to something cunningly tender. "You're doing so well, baby. Taking both of us like a champion. Such a perfect girl." Gaeul whimpers, her pussy visibly clenching around the strap. "And now..." Yujin drops the softness entirely and says: "You're a pathetic cock-drunk whore who can't even stand on her own two feet because she needs to be held up while two people destroy her holes!”

Gaeul's whole body shudders between you.

"See? Works every time."

You increase your pace in her ass, the tight ring of muscle dragging along your shaft with every thrust. The friction is unbelievable, so much different from her pussy, tighter and more intense. You can feel yourself getting closer with every stroke.

"Her ass is incredible." You tell Yujin, not bothering to pretend Gaeul isn't right there listening. "So fucking tight. Like nothing I've ever felt."

"Right? I've been telling her for months she needs to share it more." Yujin punctuates this with a hard thrust that makes Gaeul yelp. "She's been hoarding this perfect ass all to herself. It's practically criminal."

"I haven't been hoarding it."

"You definitely have. When's the last time someone other than me fucked you here?"

Gaeul hesitates, apparently counting.

"See? Hoarding." Yujin slaps her thigh since she can't reach her ass in this position. "Selfish little slut."

"I'm not selfish, I'm just... selective."

"You're getting less selective as of today." Yujin informs her. "Anyone I approve of gets access to all three holes from now on. That's the new rule."

"Don't I get a say in this?"

"You get a say in who I approve." Yujin concedes. "But once approved, full access. No more holding back."

You thrust particularly deep and Gaeul loses whatever protest she was about to make, the words dissolving into a moan. Yujin takes advantage of her distraction to capture her mouth again, kissing her roughly while maintaining the rhythm of her hips.

"Tell me how it feels." Yujin demands, breaking the kiss. "Tell me exactly what you're feeling right now."

"Full." Gaeul gasps immediately. "So full I can barely think. Your strap is hitting that spot in my pussy, the one that makes my legs go numb. And his cock in my ass is... it's so big, I can feel it everywhere, it's like he's rearranging my insides."

"More."

"I feel like I'm being split open. In the best way. Like my body wasn't designed to take this much but it's doing it anyway because I'm too greedy to stop. I can feel you both rubbing against each other through me and it's making me lose my mind."

"And what are you?"

"I'm a slut." The admission comes immediately, without hesitation. "I'm your slut. Both of yours. I'm a desperate little whore who can't get enough cock and I never want this to stop."

Yujin's dimples appear as she smiles. "Good answer, babe.”

The rhythm continues, all three of you moving together in that suspended configuration. Sweat drips down Yujin's temples as she maintains her grip on Gaeul's thighs, her arms straining with the effort but her pace never faltering. You can feel the burn in your own muscles from helping support Gaeul's weight, but the tight heat of her ass wrapped around your cock makes it impossible to care about anything as mundane as physical exhaustion.

"I could get used to this." Yujin admits between thrusts, her eyes meeting yours over Gaeul's shoulder. "The three of us. It's a good dynamic. She's never this well-behaved when it's just us."

"I'm always well-behaved." Gaeul protests weakly.

"You're a brat when it's just us. Having an audience keeps you in line." Yujin punctuates this with a particularly hard thrust that makes Gaeul squeal. "But don't think this means you've passed inspection yet." It takes you a moment to realize she's addressing you now. "I still need to verify that this cock is as good as advertised. Gaeul's opinion is biased. She'd fuck anything at this point."

"Hey." Gaeul sounds genuinely offended.

"Am I wrong?"

A pause.

"No, but still."

Yujin smirks.

"I'll only believe the hype when I feel it stretching my pussy myself. Until then, you're on probation."

"I guarantee it's good." Gaeul moans, her head falling back against your shoulder. "It's so good, Yujin. He made me cum like six times today. Maybe seven. I lost count."

"That could just mean you're easy."

"I'm not easy, I'm responsive. There's a difference."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night."

You thrust deeper into Gaeul's ass, reminding both of them that you're still very much present and active. The tight ring of muscle clenches around your shaft and Gaeul's protest dissolves into an incoherent moan.

"There he is." Yujin observes with amusement. "Getting competitive. I like that. Most men get threatened when you question their abilities. He's just trying to prove himself. It's almost cute."

"It's very cute." Gaeul manages. "He's cute. His cock is cute. Everything about this is cute."

"Your vocabulary really suffers when you're getting fucked."

"I'm being double-penetrated while suspended in midair. Cut me some slack."

Yujin laughs. She leans forward and presses a kiss to Gaeul's forehead, surprisingly tender, before resuming her punishing pace with the strap. "Fine. You get a pass. But only because you're taking us so well. Look at you, baby. Stuffed full in both holes, completely helpless, depending on us to hold you up. You'd fall right to the floor if we let go, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And you love that. You love being at our mercy."

"I love it so much." Gaeul moans. "I love that you're both in control and I'm just... here. Being used. Being filled."

"That's right." Yujin's tone turns honeyed, that sweet dominance she does so well. "You're our perfect little toy. Existing for our pleasure. Making those pretty sounds while we take what we want from your body."

Gaeul whimpers and you feel her ass clench impossibly tighter around your cock. The pressure is incredible and you can feel your orgasm building faster than you'd like. The combination of her tight heat, the visual of Yujin fucking her from the front, and the sounds of her desperate moans is pushing you toward the edge with alarming speed.

"She's squeezing me so hard." You grunt, your hips never stopping their rhythm. "I don't know how much longer I can last."

"Already?" Yujin sounds unimpressed. "Amateur."

"I've cum like four times today."

"Excuses. Fine. If you're going to finish, at least make it count. Fill her up properly. I want to see it dripping out of her when you're done." She turns her attention back to Gaeul. "And you. You're going to take every drop like a good girl, aren't you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"You're going to feel him cum in your ass and thank him for it."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good." Yujin's eyes meet yours again. "You heard her. She wants it. Give it to her."

Your pace increases, driving into Gaeul's ass with more force. The tight ring of muscle stretches around your shaft with each stroke. You can feel every clench and flutter of her body, every involuntary squeeze as Yujin hits a good spot with the strap.

"Please." Gaeul begs. "Please cum in me. I need it. I need to feel you filling me up."

"You're so pathetic." Yujin observes fondly. "Begging for cum like a whore."

"I am a whore. Your whore. His whore. Both of yours."

"That's right." Yujin thrusts particularly hard. "And whores get rewarded when they behave. Have you behaved tonight?"

"Yes, I've been good, I've taken everything you gave me, please let him cum in me, please..."

The begging is pushing you closer. Your grip on her hips tightens, fingers digging into the soft flesh, and you feel your balls drawing up tight against your body. "I'm close." You warn.

"I know." Yujin cuts in, brooking no argument. "Cum. Now. Fill her slutty little ass with everything you've got."

You lose control.

Your hips slam forward one final time, burying yourself to the hilt in Gaeul's tight ass, and the orgasm crashes through you in relentless waves that have your toes curling and your vision blurring. Your cock pulses violently, rope after rope of thick cum erupting deep inside her, flooding her insides with heat. You can feel your release coating her walls, filling her up, marking her from the inside out.

Gaeul screams.

Her eyes roll back in her head, showing white, and her whole body convulses between you and Yujin. The sensation of your hot cum painting her insides seems to trigger something in her, a sympathetic pleasure response that has her shaking and moaning and clenching around you painfully hard.

"Oh god, I can feel it." She gasps, barely coherent. "I can feel you cumming in me. So much. So hot. It's filling me up."

"Take it." Yujin commands. "Take every drop."

You continue pulsing inside her, the orgasm seeming to go on forever. Weeks of pent-up frustration, multiple orgasms throughout the day, and you're still somehow producing more. Your cock throbs and twitches inside her tight ass, emptying everything you have left into her willing body.

"There's so much." Gaeul whimpers. "He's still cumming. How is there still more?"

"Because you're worth it, apparently." Yujin sounds almost impressed. "Look at you. Stuffed full of cum like the greedy little slut you are."

Finally, the pulses begin to subside. You stay buried inside her for a long moment, catching your breath, feeling the last weak spurts of your release add to the mess already filling her. Your legs are trembling, your arms aching, your entire body wrung out from the intensity of the orgasm.

"I'm going to pull out." You warn her.

"Slowly." Yujin instructs. "I want to see."

You withdraw inch by inch, your softening cock dragging through the cum-slicked channel of her ass. Gaeul whimpers at the sensation, oversensitive and overfull, and when you finally slip free the result is exactly what Yujin wanted.

Her asshole gapes slightly, that tight ring stretched and reddened from use. And from that open hole, thick white cum begins to leak out. It oozes slowly at first, then flows more freely, dripping down toward her pussy in a steady stream of your release.

"Now that." Yujin observes with satisfaction. "That's a mess. Good job. You might pass inspection after all."

She carefully lowers Gaeul to the floor, keeping hold of her until she's sure her friend can stand on her own. Gaeul wobbles but stays upright, cum still trickling down her inner thighs as she turns to face both of you.

"That was amazing." She breathes, face still flushed and her eyes still slightly unfocused. "Best session ever. Officially."

"It's not over yet." Yujin warns. She steps out of the harness, letting the strap-on fall to the floor with a soft thud, then she slowly takes off her panties and fixes you with a dangerous stare. "I haven't cum yet." She points out. "And I want to taste that cum Gaeul keeps raving about. See what all the fuss is." Her eyes drop to your cock, hanging semi-hard between your legs, still glistening with the remnants of your orgasm. "You'd better have more stored up in those balls. Because I'm not leaving unsatisfied."

Without waiting for a response, she drops to her knees on the carpet. One hand reaches out and grabs Gaeul's wrist, pulling her down to kneel beside her.

"Come on. We're doing this together." Gaeul settles into position without complaint, and suddenly you're looking down at two beautiful women kneeling before you, both staring up at your cock with obvious intent.

"Come closer." Yujin orders.

You step forward on unsteady legs, and her hand wraps around your shaft, fingers cool against your heated flesh. Yujin's hand begins moving along your shaft with slow strokes. Her grip is firm, confident. The sensation makes your still-sensitive cock twitch in her palm, and she smirks at the response.

"Still got some life in him." She observes. "Good. I was worried you'd be useless after that display."

Beside her, Gaeul shifts closer, and you watch as her hand slides between Yujin's thighs. Her breath catches almost imperceptibly when Gaeul's fingers make contact with her pussy, finding the slick heat that's been building throughout the entire session.

"Someone's wet." Gaeul teases.

"Shut up and focus,” Yujin says, but her composure is cracking slightly as Gaeul's fingers begin working in slow circles around her clit. She compensates by tightening her grip on your cock, stroking faster.

Gaeul leans in and drags her tongue along the side of your shaft, following the path of Yujin's hand. The wet warmth of her mouth combined with the firm pressure of Yujin's fingers creates a sensation that has your hips bucking forward involuntarily. Your cock is hardening again, filling out in Yujin's grip, and she makes a sound of approval.

"There we go. I knew you had more in there." She guides the head toward her own mouth and takes you in, her lips stretching around your girth as she sucks firmly on just the tip. Her tongue swirls around the crown, teasing the sensitive underside, and you groan at the sensation. Meanwhile, Gaeul's mouth has found your balls, licking and sucking gently while her hand continues its work between Yujin's legs.

They trade off without speaking, an incredible harmony that has Yujin pulling back so Gaeul can take over. Gaeul's technique is different, messier and more enthusiastic, taking you deeper into her throat before retreating to lap at the head. Yujin watches with hooded eyes, her hips starting to rock against Gaeul's fingers.

"That's it." Yujin breathes, though it's unclear if she's talking to you or Gaeul or both. "Just like that."

Gaeul pulls off your cock with a wet noise and Yujin reclaims it immediately, bobbing her head in a steady rhythm while Gaeul trails kisses along your shaft. The sensation of two mouths working you simultaneously is overwhelming, lips and tongues and warm breath all focused on bringing you back to the edge.

Then Yujin pulls back and does something unexpected.

She slaps the head of your cock with her open palm. The impact sends a jolt of sensation through your entire body, that sharp sting followed immediately by a throb of intense pleasure. Your cock twitches violently in response, a bead of precum welling up at the tip. "He likes that." Yujin observes. "Interesting."

"Do it again." Gaeul encourages, her fingers picking up speed between Yujin's thighs. "He's throbbing so hard."

Yujin obliges, another slap that makes your cock jump and your knees nearly buckle. She follows it immediately with her mouth, sucking the abused head between her lips and soothing the sting with her tongue.

"Cum for us." Gaeul's voice is sweet, encouraging, her free hand coming up to cup your balls and massage them gently. "We want it so bad." She continues. "Want to feel you cumming all over our faces. Want to taste you. Want to be covered in you."

Yujin pulls off to add her own commentary, her hand never stopping its stroking. "Give it to us. Every drop. I want to feel it hitting my skin, dripping down my face.”

"Please." Gaeul begs, her fingers curling inside Yujin in a way that makes her gasp. "We need it. Both of us. Need you to mark us. Claim us. Make us yours."

They alternate on your cock again, passing it between their mouths like they're sharing a treat. Yujin's tongue traces the vein along the underside while Gaeul sucks firmly on the head. Then they switch, Gaeul licking while Yujin sucks. Their faces are so close together, their mouths meeting occasionally around your shaft in what might qualify as a kiss if there weren't a cock between their lips.

"I'm getting close." Yujin admits. "Your friend has talented fingers. Fuck."

"Cum with him." Gaeul suggests, her pace increasing on Yujin's pussy. "Both of you at the same time. I want to feel you both losing control."

"Bossy." But Yujin doesn't argue, just takes you back into her mouth and sucks harder.

The pressure is building rapidly now. You look down at the two of them, kneeling before you. Gaeul is beautiful, her hair disheveled and her lips swollen from use, cum still drying on her thighs. Yujin is stunning, that imperious attitude softened by arousal, her control dissolving under Gaeul's skillful touch driving her toward the edge.

"I'm gonna cum." You warn. "Fuck, I'm right there."

Both women pull back, tilting their faces upward, mouths open and tongues extended. They're presenting themselves as targets, offering their faces for you to paint, and the sight shatters whatever remaining control you had.

You grab your cock and stroke frantically, aiming down at them.

The first jet of cum hits Yujin across the cheek, a thick white rope that splatters against her skin and drips toward her jaw. She moans at the impact, her eyes fluttering closed, and at that exact moment Gaeul's fingers curl inside her and press against that perfect spot.

Yujin cums.

Her whole body shudders as the orgasm crashes through her, her mouth falling open in a silent cry just in time for the second rope of your release to land across her lips and chin. She's trembling and gasping, pleasure overwhelming her from two directions at once, your cum painting her face while Gaeul's fingers wring the orgasm from her body.

You turn your aim toward Gaeul, the third and fourth spurts landing across her pretty features. One catches her across the bridge of her nose, another across her forehead, and she moans happily as she's marked. Yujin's hand reaches out even through her own orgasm, wrapping around your cock and taking over the stroking. Her grip is almost too tight, milking you desperately, and then she slaps the tip again.

The impact makes you cry out, your cock pulsing with another unexpected spurt of cum that lands on her cheek. She does it again, another slap, and more cum erupts, your body responding to the stimulation with reserves you didn't know you had. "Fuck." You moan, legs shaking. "Fuck, Yujin, I can't..."

"You can." She insists, still stroking, still slapping intermittently. "Give me everything. I want it all." A few more weak pulses drip from your cock, the last of your release, and Yujin finally relents. She squeezes from base to tip one final time, coaxing out the very last drop, and then releases you with a satisfied sound.

Both of their faces are covered. Ropes of cum crisscross Yujin's cheeks and lips and chin. Gaeul's forehead and nose and one closed eye are glazed white. They look absolutely debauched, ruined, and they're both smiling like they've just received the greatest gift imaginable. Gaeul leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to the tip of your softening cock.

"Thank you." She murmurs against the head.

Then Yujin's hand fists in her hair and pulls her into a kiss. It's filthy. Open-mouthed and messy, their tongues sliding together through the cum coating both their faces. You watch as they share your release between them, passing it back and forth, some of it dripping down their chins while the rest disappears into their mouths. They lick at each other's faces, cleaning off the mess, giggling between kisses.

"I love cum." Yujin admits when they finally break apart, licking her lips. "Like, genuinely. The taste, the texture, the way it feels on my skin. All of it."

"Same." Gaeul agrees, swiping a finger through the remnants on Yujin's cheek and popping it into her mouth. "I'm a complete cumslut. Have been since forever. There's something about it that just... does it for me."

"You're both insane." You manage to say.

"Probably." Yujin concedes.

Your legs finally give out. You stumble backward until your calves hit the edge of the bed, then let yourself collapse onto the mattress. You lie there staring at the ceiling, chest heaving, every muscle in your body feeling like it's been wrung out and hung up to dry.

"You girls really used me today."

"Please." Gaeul scoffs, climbing up onto the bed beside you. "I'm the one who got double-dicked. I'm totally wrecked. My legs don't work. My ass is going to be sore for a week. You just had to lie there for most of it."

"I did a lot more than lie there."

"Maybe."

Yujin joins you on the other side, her body warm as she settles against you. You're sandwiched between them now, two beautiful women pressed against your flanks, their hands resting on your chest and their heads on your shoulders.

"Thank you." You say quietly, staring at the ceiling. "Both of you. It's been... a really long time since I've had sex like that."

"How long?" Gaeul asks curiously.

"Long enough that I forgot what it felt like. To be wanted like that. To be used. To be part of something so..." You trail off, unable to find the right word.

"Intense?" Yujin offers.

"Yeah. That."

Gaeul's hand traces lazy patterns on your chest, is gentle and soothing. "You're welcome." She says softly. "And thank you too. For going along with all of this. For being open to it."

The three of you lie there in silence, the only sounds being your collective breathing and the distant hum of the city outside. It is Yujin who eventually breaks the silence: "I think this might work."

Gaeul lifts her head from your shoulder, looking across your chest at her friend. "What do you mean?"

"The three of us,” she explains. "Fucking together. Today was really fun. More fun than I expected, honestly. And I don't say that lightly."

You feel Gaeul's smile more than you see it, the warmth of her expression radiating against your skin.

"Yujin." There's something almost teasing in Gaeul's tone. "Are you saying you like him?"

"I'm saying the group dynamic works." Yujin clarifies immediately. "That's different. It's about chemistry. Physical compatibility. Nothing more."

"Uh huh."

"Don't 'uh huh' me." Yujin shifts, propping herself up on one elbow to look at you directly. Her face is still slightly flushed, traces of your cum still visible at her hairline where she didn't quite get it all. "Hey, are you free tomorrow?"

The question is directed at you. "Tomorrow?"

"Yes, tomorrow. It's a day that comes after today. Basic calendar stuff." She rolls her eyes at your hesitation. "This time I want you to fuck me. Properly. I need to verify for myself if your cock is actually as good as Gaeul claims."

"Translation." Gaeul interjects cheerfully. "She's dying to bounce on your dick. She's been thinking about it since she saw it. She probably won't sleep tonight because she'll be too busy imagining what it's going to feel like inside her."

"Shut up, slut," Yujin snaps. "I didn't say any of that. I said I want to evaluate his performance. It's completely different. It's a quality control measure."

"Sure it is."

"I will hurt you."

You find yourself smiling despite the exhaustion weighing down your limbs. “Okay, I'm in."

Yujin turns back to you, and for just a moment her features warm, almost breaking into a smile, before she composes herself behind that smug facade. "Good."

"You two are so cute together." Gaeul sighs contentedly, nestling closer against your side. "Look at you, making plans for tomorrow like a real couple. It's adorable."

"There's nothing cute about it." Yujin protests immediately. "It's a superficial and fleeting relationship. An exchange of sexual interests between consenting adults. No feelings involved. Purely transactional."

"Keep telling yourself that."

"I'm serious. This is just sex. Good sex, admittedly, but just sex. Don't read anything more into it. You’re the emotional little slut here, not me."

"I know you're sweet on the inside." Gaeul continues, undeterred by Yujin's protests. "Under all that prickly exterior, there's a soft gooey center. Like a cactus. Or a porcupine. Or one of those spiky fruits that's really sweet when you cut it open."

"Sweet?! Bitch, I could kill you right now if I wanted to. I know krav maga. I could dislocate your trachea with just my pinky finger. It would take less than three seconds."

"See? Sweet."

"I'm describing how I would murder you."

"Sweetly."

"There's nothing sweet about trachea dislocation."

You turn your head to look at Yujin and says: "That sounds anatomically unlikely.”

"Excuse me?"

"The trachea thing. With your pinky. I don't think that's a real move.”

Yujin's eyes narrow at you. “So you want to see for yourself? I can prove it right now. All you have to do is offer your trachea. Just lie still and let me demonstrate. You won't feel a thing. Well, you'll feel something. Intense pain, followed by an inability to breathe, followed by death. But after that, nothing."

"Nah, I'll pass.”

"Coward.”

Gaeul giggles against your shoulder, apparently delighted by the exchange. "I'm so excited for tomorrow,” she says. "It almost sounds like a cliffhanger for the next chapter."

You turn to look at her. "What?"

"What I said. The way this is all wrapping up, with Yujin making plans for tomorrow, the three of us lying here after an incredible day of sex. It has a very end-of-chapter energy. Like we're characters reaching the conclusion of an episode."

"You spoke as if you were a character trying to make a meta-narrative comment."

Gaeul's grin widens. "Who knows?" She musesl. "Maybe we really are in a fictional world. Maybe all of this is just words on a page somewhere. Or pixels on a screen. Maybe Big Brother is watching us right now, with his hand on his cock, reading every single thing we say and do."

"That's disturbing." You note.

"Is it? Or is it flattering? Someone out there, in another dimension maybe, finding us entertaining enough to follow along. Our sex being their fantasy. Our dialogue being their amusement. Every orgasm we have translating into content for their consumption."

Yujin reaches across your chest and flicks Gaeul on the forehead. "Stop trying to break the fourth wall, slut. It won't work."

"Ow." Gaeul rubs the spot but she's still grinning. "Why not? What if I just keep going? What if I address the reader directly? Hello, person reading this. Are you enjoying yourself? Did you get off to us? Was it good for you too?"

“Gaeul,” Yujin cautions.

"What if I describe the very act of being described? What if I acknowledge that my words exist only because someone is writing them, that my thoughts are not my own but merely the inventions of a creative mind using me as a vessel for their..."

Yujin's hand clamps over Gaeul's mouth, cutting off the ramble. "You're being weird. Stop being weird."

Gaeul licks Yujin's palm and she yanks her hand back with a sound of disgust.

"Fine, fine." Gaeul laughs. "I'll stop. No more fourth wall stuff. We're definitely real people having a definitely real conversation in a definitely real world that definitely wasn't invented for entertainment purposes."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. But just know that somewhere out there, someone is reading this exact exchange and probably finding it hilarious."

"Yeah, I'm choosing to ignore that."

Yujin settles back down against your side, but she's smiling. She looks at you, then at Gaeul, then back at you. "We fucked her so well that we reset her brain." She observes. "She's always a little weird but this is exceptional even for her." She extends her fist toward you, hovering over your chest. "Good teamwork."

You bump it lightly with your own. "Good teamwork."

"Okay." Yujin announces, pushing herself up from the bed with a stretch. "I'm going to take a shower. I have dried cum in my hair and probably several other places I haven't discovered yet. This is unacceptable." She stands, her naked body silhouetted against the dim light from the window. Even after everything, she's still stunning, all long limbs and graceful lines. "You two should join me." She adds, not quite looking at either of you. "Gaeul's shower is big enough for three. And someone needs to wash the parts I can't reach."

Gaeul immediately perks up. "Shower sex?"

"Shower washing." Yujin corrects. "With potential for shower sex if everyone behaves."

"Define behaving."

"The opposite of everything you normally do."

Gaeul scrambles off the bed with more energy than someone who spent the day getting fucked should possess. You follow more slowly, your legs protesting the movement, but the thought of warm water and continued company is enough motivation to get you upright.

Yujin leads the way down the hallway toward the bathroom. Gaeul falls in behind her, reaching out to grab a handful of that ass and earning herself a sharp swat in return. You bring up the rear, watching the two of them bicker their way toward the shower.

This morning you were dreading another day at the office. Now you're walking toward a shower with two beautiful women who both want to fuck you again tomorrow.

Life, you decide, is strange sometimes.

"Wait, did you just drop a gamer reference?" Gaeul asks out of nowhere. "Man, I freaking love that game.”

"Girl, who the hell're you talking to?" Yujin asks, her hand paused on the shower handle. "You're scaring the shit out of me."

Yujin

for Blacked

Yujin walks into the meeting with confidence. Her charismatic energy instantly commands attention. You sign her for Blacked, just like she requested.

Yujin grins when she sees the contract.

“Let’s make it nasty.”

On camera, Yujin is a force. She's energetic, vocal, and insatiable. She loves rough scenes where she gets manhandled. Where her athletic body glistens as she rides a man in reverse, ass bouncing. Her dirty talk is top-tier.

“Fuck me harder! Ruin your little slut!”

You pair her with top male talent, letting her natural charisma turn every scene into a sloppy show. Whether she’s being passed around in group scenes around a pool or taking deep creampies in random hotel rooms, Yujin loves every second. Her fans go crazy for her genuine enthusiasm and how she smiles right after being filled with cum.

Rei

for Tushy

Rei’s cute, artistic, and slightly shy Japanese charm makes her an instant yes for Vixen’s more intimate and aesthetic series. You sign her for Tushy, capitalizing on her delicate features and hidden naughty side.

She blushes during the meeting but nods eagerly.

“I want to try something pretty… but dirty.”

On set, Rei becomes a breathtaking vision: soft lighting, silk sheets, and slow, sensual anal-focused scenes. Her small body looks incredible taking thick cocks, moaning cutely in Japanese as she gets stretched. She excels in romantic yet filthy scenes, riding slowly while her pretty face contorts in pleasure. Her artistic eye helps her suggest beautiful angles and concepts. After every scene she looks like a ruined porcelain doll with smudged makeup and cum dripping down her thighs. Yet, she still radiates that adorable charm. Viewers adore her genuine surprised gasps and whimpers every time she takes a big load.

Wonyoung

for everything

Wonyoung’s tall, elegant, princess-like visuals make her the ultimate Vixen model. You sign her immediately as a premium exclusive across all Vixen categories. Her confident, high-maintenance persona translates perfectly to luxurious, high-fashion porn as well.

She sits gracefully in front of you, flipping her long hair.

“I only do it if it’s the best.”

On set, Wonyoung is a goddess. Her long legs wrap around her costar in missionary. Her model-like body arches perfectly as she takes deep strokes. She loves being spoiled and fucked like royalty, moaning elegantly while demanding harder thrusts. Her scenes are pure visual perfection: slow deepthroats, sensual cowgirl with her tall frame on full display, and messy creampies that drip down her endless legs. Directors fight to book her for “Goddess” themed shoots. Wonyoung becomes Vixen’s biggest star, her combination of visual perfection and unexpected filthiness driving record views.

Liz

for Vixen and Tushy

Liz’s shy, gentle, and sweet personality makes her perfect for Vixen’s “innocent corrupted” theme. You sign her for Vixen and Tushy, focusing on soft, intimate scenes that slowly turn intense.

She’s nervous during the signing but excited.

“I want to feel desired…”

On camera, her genuine shyness melts into needy submission. Soft whimpers turn into desperate moans as she gradually takes more and more. She looks incredible in slow, sensual scenes where she gets gently stretched and filled, her big eyes watering beautifully. Viewers go feral for her natural reactions. The way she blushes when praised and how her body trembles during intense orgasms. Liz becomes hugely popular for her authentic “first time” energy mixed with growing addiction to pleasure, especially in creampie-focused scenes where she shyly begs for more cum.

Leeseo

for Vixen and Blacked Raw

Leeseo’s bubbly, energetic, and playful youngest vibe makes her a natural for Vixen’s more fun and wild content. You sign her for Vixen and Blacked Raw, embracing her youthful enthusiasm.

She bounces excitedly when signing.

“This is going to be so fun!”

Trained to become an idol while still young, much of her life had been mapped out before she was old enough to understand it fully. There were rules to follow, boundaries not to cross, words she could say and words she could not. She was taught early that dreams could disappear just as quickly as they arrived, like dust caught in the wind. There were things taken from her along the way. Pieces of an ordinary youth traded for practice rooms, cameras, schedules, and expectations too heavy for someone so young. But she endured it all. Because she believed the sacrifices would mean something someday. Because she believed if she worked hard enough, stayed strong enough, and trusted herself enough, the future waiting for her would shine brighter than everything she had lost. And for a long time, it did.

Success had never come to her as easily as people assumed.From the outside, it looked effortless, bright lights, polished smiles, sold-out stages, and the kind of beauty people envied from behind their screens. But behind every graceful performance were years built on exhaustion, pressure, and surviving storms she had never asked for. There had been allegations. Rumors. Misunderstood moments twisted into headlines. Words thrown at her by people who had never met her, yet spoke as if they knew everything.

Every controversy, every whisper, every cruel comment became another step she was forced to climb. None of it was easy. None of it was gentle. And each experience, whether she wanted it or not, shaped the person she had become now at twenty years old. Older. Wiser. Far more tired than she should have been. Sometimes, Leeseo wished she could go back and scold her sixteen-year-old self, the girl who once begged to grow up faster. Because adulthood, she had learned, was not freedom wrapped in sunlight. It was responsibility. Loneliness. Compromise. It was smiling while exhausted. It was carrying expectations no one else could see. It was wanting things you could not have and pretending that did not hurt.

When she was younger, she thought becoming an adult meant finally being free to enjoy life however she wanted. And in some ways, that was true. If you were truly free at all. Leeseo knew now that she lived inside a bubble made from the very dream she once chased so desperately. A beautiful bubble, glittering from the outside but still a bubble nonetheless. It decided where she could go. Who she could meet. What she could say. What she had to hide.

And the cruelest part was that she had built it herself.She had always been a dreamer. A full-time dreamer, once upon a time. Her mind used to race with endless possibilities, with hope so large it could drown every fear. But lately, that engine inside her, the one that made her believe in tomorrow, felt broken. Out of service. Silent. As if it had quietly left one day and never planned on returning. She used to believe first times were sacred. Your first love. Your first kiss. Your first hand to hold. Your first hug that made your heart race.

To her, those moments were meant to be treasured forever.But outside her bubble, the world seemed to treat such things differently now. Love had become casual. Promises temporary. Bodies replaceable. Loyalty negotiable. People betrayed each other with the same ease they once said “I love you.” Commitment was laughed at. Sincerity was mistaken for weakness. And affection, something once precious, was traded around like currency.

Leeseo could only shake her head at it all. Maybe she was old-fashioned. Maybe she was naïve. Or maybe the world had simply forgotten how to love gently. Whatever the reason, one thought had slowly settled into her heart over the years: Love, in this generation, felt futile. It did not help that some of her fellow idols seemed to think the same way. To them, fans were little more than numbers. Fuel. A loyal crowd meant to lift them higher while remaining below, cheering from a distance as they rose further out of reach.

Leeseo knew this because she had seen it herself. And it disgusted her. She had once been a fan too, long before the stages, before the cameras, before people knew her name. She understood what it meant to admire someone, to save photos on your phone, to wait for comebacks, to find comfort in music made by people you may never meet. She would always be a fan of K-pop in some way. Which was exactly why the disrespect hurt so much. Because she knew fans did not love halfway. They gave time, money, energy, loyalty, and pieces of their hearts to people they believed in. To treat that devotion like something disposable felt cruel.

Yet she could never say any of this aloud. She had been trained too well. Smile politely. Answer carefully. Never cause trouble. Never reveal too much. So instead, she kept quiet and poured every unsaid thought into the pink diary she had owned since she was twelve years old. Its cover had faded over time, the corners softened by years of use. Inside it lived every version of her. The excited child, the exhausted trainee, the rising idol, the lonely young woman trying to understand herself. She wrote in it every night, especially on days when her chest felt too heavy with words she could not speak. One particular ent ry held a sentence she returned to often:

Love is old-fashioned for you, Hyunseo.

It was true. Love would always be old-fashioned to her. She had grown up watching her parents love each other quietly and faithfully. No grand performances. No games. No chasing attention. Just patience, respect, laughter in the kitchen, soft apologies, and hands that still reached for each other after all those years. That was love to her. Steady. Kind. Certain.She knew her standards because of them. She knew what kind of person she hoped for someday, someone who would not complete her, but walk beside her honestly. But sometimes, in the silence of her room, Leeseo wondered if love had simply never been meant for her. Because perhaps she had sacrificed it the moment she chose her dream. The only kind of love she had ever been openly allowed to receive was from fans. And she did love them for it. She loved them for the cheers, the letters, the patience, the way they stayed beside her through every era of her life.

But what if one day they didn’t? What if they became disappointed in her? What if they walked away? Then who would she be? People always told her the same thing, that she would not be Leeseo without her fans. It was meant as praise.But to her, it sounded like a warning. Because beneath all the applause and affection was the fear she never admitted aloud: If their love disappeared… would there be anything left of her at all?

Her favorite place to disappear was the university near their dorms. Not a café. Not a luxury store. Not some hidden celebrity lounge. A library. It was the one place where she was allowed to exist as herself, not Leeseo, not the polished idol people adored, but Hyunseo Lee. Just a young woman trying to understand life one quiet day at a time. Inside those walls, she had space that belonged only to her. Space where no cameras followed, no managers checked schedules, no strangers judged the angle of her smile. She could simply sit by the window, tuck her legs beneath her chair, and lose herself in the fictional worlds she loved so much. She adored action novels with reckless heroines and impossible stakes.But romance novels were her true weakness.The kind with accidental hand touches, stubborn leads who slowly fell in love, confessions under rain, and endings that promised warmth after hardship. There had been one afternoon when she read a scene so unbearably sweet that she squealed before she could stop herself. The librarian had immediately shushed her. And no, the librarian had not recognized her. Which somehow made it even better. For once, she was not famous. She was just another student being too loud in the library. A normal student. Well… almost normal. The reason she could come and go so freely without questions was simple: the head librarian happened to be her uncle. With a few favors, a spare access card, and his promise to keep her visits secret, the place had quietly become her sanctuary. And since most college students barely used the library unless exams were approaching, it often felt like her own private kingdom of books and silence.

That morning, autumn had wrapped the campus in soft gold. Leeseo walked toward the university gates while brown leaves scattered across the ground like crumpled paper. Each crunch beneath her boots made her giggle behind her mask, childish delight escaping in small bursts. Today, she looked nothing like an idol. No glamorous styling. No stage makeup. No expensive image to maintain. Just a girl dressed for the weather. A white cardigan hugged her shoulders over a flowery dress that swayed gently with each step. Black knee-high boots clicked against the pavement, and a pair of headphones rested around her neck, ready for whatever playlist matched her mood. Students passed by in waves around her. Some carried warm drinks with sleepy eyes and rushed steps. Some clutched folders and thesis papers like they were carrying the weight of the world. Others laughed with friends, talking excitedly about classes, professors, deadlines, and subjects she wished she had time to study herself. She watched them with quiet fascination. There was something beautiful about ordinary worries. Something precious about having the freedom to complain about homework instead of headlines. Though hidden behind her mask, a smile warmed her face. For a little while, she could pretend she belonged among them. And as the campus library came into view, tall and familiar beneath the autumn trees, Hyunseo Lee, not Leeseo, felt herself breathe easier.

Her seat was always on the second floor of the library, tucked beside the wide window overlooking the campus paths below. It had become her spot over time. From there, she could watch students hurry to class, couples share umbrellas, friends gossip on benches, and sleepy undergraduates drag themselves through morning lectures with coffee in hand. There was something strangely calming about observing lives so different from her own. It reminded her that the world was bigger than schedules, rehearsals, and cameras.

But today, something was off. The moment she reached her table, Leeseo noticed a sheet of paper resting neatly in the center. She blinked. That definitely had not been there yesterday. Then her eyes slowly lowered to the bottom half of it. Wet. Her tumbler sat innocently beside it, coated in condensation. Tiny beads of moisture had dripped down the metal surface and pooled onto the table, soaking nearly half the page.

“Oh no.”

She snatched the paper up in horror. The title read: Fluid Mechanics 101. Below it were equations, symbols, and formulas that looked less like schoolwork and more like an ancient curse. Numbers floated beside letters. Greek symbols glared at her. Fractions stacked like impossible architecture. She had no idea what any of it meant. But one thing was clear. It looked important. Very important. Leeseo’s stomach dropped.

“What do I do…?”

She glanced around wildly, already imagining an exhausted student crying over ruined notes, or worse, a furious professor hunting down whoever destroyed academic property. Then footsteps approached. Close. Steady. Getting closer. Her neck snapped toward the sound so fast she nearly gave herself whiplash. A tall figure stopped beside the table. Panic exploded inside her chest. This was it. Her identity would be exposed not by scandal, not by paparazzi, but by accidentally drowning someone’s engineering homework. She shot to her feet immediately, bowing out of instinct and fear.

“I-I’m sorry, sir,” she stammered. “I didn’t mean to—”

You glanced at her, then at the soaked paper.

“...You’re the one who ruined it?”

Your voice held something strange. Not anger. Not disappointment. Something dangerously close to excitement. Leeseo froze. It felt like one of those moments when life suddenly went off script. Like when a barista casually asks, How’s your day? and someone answers, Terrible, actually, causing the poor employee’s soul to leave their body. That was exactly what this felt like. There was no possible way someone could sound happy about destroyed notes.

“Y-Yeah,” she admitted cautiously. “I did…”

Your eyes lit up.

“Yes!”

Leeseo flinched.

“Thank God,” you said, clutching the damp paper dramatically. “You are a lifesaver, miss.”

She stared.

“Now I don’t have to recite in class, and I can finally stop pretending my dog ate my notes.”

Her brain short-circuited.

“…What?”

You pointed at the page.

“Do you know how hard it is to fake understanding fluid mechanics? I’ve been nodding at equations for three weeks.”

Leeseo looked at the formulas again. Then back at you. Then at the formulas.

Then back at you.

“…So you’re not mad?”

“Mad?” you scoffed. “Miss, I’m considering buying you lunch.”

For the first time that morning, she laughed. A real laugh. Bright and sudden behind her mask. And just like that, the most stressful thirty seconds of her week became the funniest.

“By the way,” you said casually, slipping the ruined paper into your bag, “I haven’t seen you around this library before.”

Leeseo stiffened.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.” You offered a smile that reached your eyes. “What’s your name? And what course are you taking?”

Panic. Pure, immediate panic. A name was easy. A course was not. She hadn’t expected follow-up questions. Certainly not college-related ones. Sure, she had overheard her brother complain about university classes often enough, but if she named the same major and you happened to know anything about it, she’d be exposed within minutes. If she chose some random field, that was somehow worse, because she knew absolutely nothing about those too. It was a lose-lose situation. Leeseo swallowed hard behind her mask. Think. Think faster.

“I’m… Hyunseo,” she said first, relieved one truth had escaped her lips. Then came the lie.

“I uhh… major in education.”

You nodded.

So far so good. She panicked again and kept going.

“On… umm… kids.”

Silence. Her own soul left her body. On kids? What did that even mean?

“Yeah,” she added weakly. “Kids.”

She wanted the floor to split open and claim her. But to her surprise, your face brightened with understanding.

“Ah! So you’re going to be a teacher for children. That’s cool.”

Leeseo nearly collapsed from relief.

“That means you’re studying easy math and English, right?” you continued. “I’m jealous. Meanwhile I’m out here suffering through kinematics, machine design… and of course—” You held up the soaked page dramatically.

“Fluid mechanics.” You said it with the universal exhaustion of every overworked college student.

Leeseo, who understood none of those words beyond and and of, nodded solemnly like a wise scholar. “Yes,” she said quietly. “Very difficult.”

You sighed. “You get me.” She did not.

“Anyway,” you said, shifting your bag onto your shoulder, “about that lunch—”

“You don’t have to.”

The words came out sharper than either of you expected. You blinked. Your brows lifted slightly, the smallest sign of surprise crossing your face.

Leeseo straightened. “I mean…” she said, softer now but still firm, “you don’t have to do all this. I’m fine as it is.” She needed you to understand. Distance was safer. Politeness without closeness. Kindness without attachment. That bubble she lived in existed for a reason to keep disappointment outside where it belonged. Less drama. Less noise.Less chances to get hurt. Better that way. You studied her for a moment. Then grinned.

“Well, how about this?”

Leeseo already disliked the confidence in your tone.

“Since I’m running late today, I’ll bring drinks tomorrow and wait for you here.”

She opened her mouth. You kept going.

“Or,” you said thoughtfully, glancing at the table, “I’ll just leave one right here with a note.” You pointed dramatically at the wood surface. “Drink reserved for Hyunseo.”

Her eyes widened.

“See you tomorrow,” you said, stepping backward toward the stairs. “Thanks again.”

And just like that, you left. No hesitation. No room for protest. No respect at all for the speech she had just delivered. Leeseo stood frozen beside the table, blinking repeatedly behind her mask. There was no way. No way a man had just ignored her boundaries so cheerfully. No way she had made a perfectly clear point only for him to walk straight past it with a smile. She looked at the damp Fluid Mechanics paper still in her hand. Then toward the staircase where you had disappeared. Then back at the paper.

“…Ridiculous.”

Yet for some reason, the corner of her mouth kept trying to smile. All she could do was sigh. With her book tucked against her chest, Leeseo walked back to the members’ dorm, replaying the strange encounter in her mind over and over again. What a ridiculous day. What an unnecessarily charming, confusing, disruptive day. Her sanctuary had been invaded by a man with damp notes and too much confidence. By the time she reached the dorm, she had already made up her mind. She was not going back to that library for a long time. Absolutely not.

“Gaeul-unnie, thanks for letting me borrow your book,” Leeseo said the next evening, handing it back carefully. “I liked the concept of the red string theory.”

Gaeul looked at the book. Then at her. Then back at the book. “Huh?” she said. “You didn’t return it to the library?” Leeseo blinked.

“…Should I?”

“Yes?” Gaeul laughed. “It’s due tomorrow. I must’ve forgotten to tell you. Sorry, Leeseo-ya.”

Silence. Pure silence. Leeseo stared ahead as if her soul had left the room. There was no way. No way the universe was this petty. She had dramatically sworn never to return there, and now fate itself had handed her a late fee. Wonderful. Just wonderful.

She barely slept that night. Every time she closed her eyes, her mind replayed your smug smile. Could she report you for stalking? No. Could she legally tase you? Probably not. Would it be satisfying? Absolutely. She rolled left. Then right. Then face-down. Then diagonally across the bed like a defeated starfish. Sleep never came.

So by the time she arrived on campus the next morning, she looked and felt utterly drained. Not even comeback promotions with full schedules had exhausted her this much. Yet here she was, cardigan wrapped around her, book in hand, silently praying you had forgotten your dramatic promise. The old library door creaked open. She scanned the room. No sign of you. Good. She approached the front desk and handed over the book with forced calmness. The librarian stamped the return card and slid it aside. Leeseo casually glanced around again. Still no sign of you. Good. And yet… Somewhere annoyingly deep inside her chest, there was the faintest sting of disappointment. She frowned at herself. Ridiculous.

“Um… excuse me, ma’am?” she asked suddenly.

The librarian looked up.

“Have you seen a guy come in here? Around five-seven… maybe five-eight?”

The librarian waited. Leeseo panicked and added, “Looks too mature, but also kind of like a golden retriever.”

The woman stared at her. “A golden retriever human?”

Leeseo wanted to evaporate on the spot. Why had she said that? Why was she describing a stranger’s vibe?

“N-Never mind,” she muttered quickly. “Sorry.”

Face warm with embarrassment, she hurried away. Her feet moved on autopilot toward her usual table upstairs. And then she stopped. There you were. Sleeping peacefully with your head resting on folded arms, sprawled over the table as though the library belonged to you. Beside you sat two iced lattes, both cold enough that condensation beaded down the cups. Waiting. For her. Sunlight streamed through the window and landed across your face so perfectly it looked staged, turning the scene annoyingly beautiful. Like some prince in a romance novel waiting for the heroine he absolutely did not deserve to resemble. Leeseo’s cheeks warmed instantly.

“Idiot…” she murmured.

A smile slipped onto her lips before she erased it just as quickly. Her eyes dropped to the drinks. One had a label written in marker: Supernova lover She almost scoffed. How cliché. And suspiciously informed. It was also the best drink from the campus café, a fact she knew well, because she bought it often. She stood there, uncertain. Should she wake you? Should she leave? Should she pretend she never saw this and run? But the sweating cups told their own story. You had been here a while. Waiting. Not knowing if she would come. Not knowing if she would ignore you. Not knowing if yesterday meant anything at all. Yet you stayed. That thought made something soft bloom in her chest. You should have left. You should have forgotten her. You should have lied. That would have been easier. That would have been normal. But no. You stayed. You kept your word. You waited for someone who gave you every reason not to. And in a world where romance felt cheapened, careless, and hollow, you held onto it like the last warm ember. Leeseo lowered herself quietly into the chair across from you. Then reached for the latte meant for her.

Still cold. Still sweet. Still waiting. Just like you.

“Hey… you awake?”

Her voice was soft as feathers, sweet as honey, gentle enough to slip into your dreams and pull you back to reality. Your eyes slowly opened. And there she was. Face glowing beneath the morning light, delicate and bright like something too precious to touch carelessly. Her hazel-brown eyes were kissed by sunlight streaming through the window, warm and golden at the edges. For a second, you simply stared. She was too beautiful to be described by ordinary words.

“Am I in heaven?” you murmured sleepily. “Because I’m looking at an angel in real time.”

“Guess you’re awake,” she replied flatly.

You laughed under your breath and stretched your arms, shaking off sleep as Leeseo sat across from you. She picked up the drink you bought and inspected it with suspicious seriousness.

“Milk latte. With sprinkles,” she noted. “Not my usual choice… but I’d like it.”

Then she looked at you directly. “So what’s your deal?”

Her expression remained unreadable, polished blankness perfected by years of idol training. If someone didn’t know better, they’d think she felt nothing at all.

You only chuckled. “Just wanted to be friends.” You took a sip of your drink.

“Yeah,” she said instantly. “With benefits, right?”

The silence that followed was somehow louder than the library itself. You blinked. Once. Twice. Then realization hit, and a laugh escaped you, warm, genuine, impossible to hold back.

“How in the world did you come to that conclusion?” you asked, grinning. “Like seriously, walk me through the process.”

Leeseo frowned. “I mean… everyone wants to get in bed more than they want real friendship. And the fact you’re a guy and I’m a girl—”

“Who says I’m part of the everyone you’re talking about?” You leaned back slightly, amused. That smug look on your face made her mouth open. Close. Open again. Then close once more. She hated that expression. It was the kind worn by people who thought they were different, until time exposed them like everyone else. Maybe if she pushed enough, your mask would fall too.

“Well, I just…” she started, frustrated. “I just know, okay? I’ve seen guys like you. They act friendly, wait until I’m vulnerable, then suddenly they want something else.”

You tilted your head. “That’s oddly specific.”

She stiffened. “You read that on Twitter or TikTok?” You spoke which caught her off guard.

“N-No!” The answer came too quickly.

You raised a brow. There it was. Leeseo looked away, annoyed with herself. You set your drink down and spoke more gently this time.

“Look, Hyunseo. Not everyone belongs to the everyone you’re describing.”

She glanced back at you.

“I get your point,” you continued. “You want to protect yourself. You want to move freely without being pressured into what society says you should do, feel, or become.” Your voice stayed calm, steady. “But the people you’re talking about? They’re one circle.” You tapped the table lightly. “There are other circles too.”

Leeseo went quiet. The words settled somewhere deeper than she wanted to admit. She had every reason to be defensive. She had watched the world cheapen connection, blur boundaries, turn affection into convenience. She wanted no part in it. So she built walls. Strong ones. Necessary ones. But now, sitting across from someone who had waited for her with cold coffee and no demands. she wondered if maybe she had mistaken the whole world for only one crowd.

You suddenly stood up, slinging your bag over your shoulder. “Well,” you said casually, “since I already gave you the drink I promised, I’ll be on my way now.”

Leeseo blinked. Things were moving far too fast. First, you challenged everything she had just said. Then you spoke like some annoyingly wise philosopher. And now you were leaving? Just like that? How dare you. Her chair scraped loudly against the floor as she stood so abruptly several students glanced over.

“Wait!”

You turned back. Leeseo marched a step closer, eyes narrowed.

“You can’t just leave me like this.”

“…Like what?”

“You started this.”

Her voice rose without permission. Around the room, heads slowly lifted from books. Wonderful.

“You said you were different,” she continued, “yet you’re acting exactly like them.”

“Hyunseo, that’s not—”

“If you’re going to be different, then don’t leave me like this!”

“Okay, now you’re making me sound like the villain.”

“How dare you shake up all my emotions and then just walk away an—mmph?!”

You clapped a hand gently over her mouth before she could finish. Not to be dramatic. But because the entire second floor now looked ready to witness a public breakup between two people who were not dating. Leeseo glared at you. Unfortunately for her, the glare looked more adorable than threatening.

“Come on,” you muttered.

By the time you reached outside campus grounds, you finally let go of her mouth. You exhaled deeply. Thank God no one had tried to intervene while you half-guided, half-carried an outraged tiny woman out of the library. Your relief lasted exactly one second.

Thwack.

Leeseo kicked your shin. “Jerk!”

“Ow!” You grabbed your leg. “Why are you so violent?”

“Why did you shut me up and drag me away?”

“Because you were making things weird.”

She opened her mouth to argue. Then paused. Then remembered exactly how she sounded.

Then turned bright red. And instead of admitting it, she chose violence again. Tiny fists repeatedly landed against your chest.

“Jerk! Pervert! Idiot! Douchebag! And all of the above!”

You barely felt it. It was less assault and more aggressive tapping.

You laughed. “You ran out of insults, huh?”

“Yeah, pretty much,” she huffed. “But you get the point.”

“I really do.”

Eventually, her playful attack slowed to a stop. You straightened. “So,” you said, “I still want to be friends. My offer stands.”

Leeseo crossed her arms. “And what exactly do I gain from this?”

You gestured proudly to yourself. “Me, of course.”

“Pass.”

You gasped dramatically.“What? You went off script. That’s not what you were supposed to say. Time out.”You made a giant T-shape with your hands. That finally earned a laugh from her. Small. Bright. Real. It slipped out before she could stop it. And for someone who often laughed because cameras expected it, because manners required it, or because professionalism demanded it, this one was just hers. You smiled.

“You’re insufferable,” she muttered.

“Yet you laughed.”

She hated that you were right. Leeseo looked away, thinking. Friendship was risky. Connections came with strings. Expectations. Disappointment. Pain. She knew all of that. But you weren’t from her world. No cameras. No contracts. No hidden agenda she could see. Maybe this could be different. Maybe stepping outside her bubble, even a little, wouldn’t destroy her. Maybe for once, she wanted to be Hyunseo. Not Leeseo.

“…Fine,” she said at last. “I’ll see you again tomorrow. Same spot.”

You grinned immediately.

“But don’t be late,” she added. “Or I’ll leave early.”

“There’s a reason they call me the Bird Man.”

She frowned. “Why?”

You leaned in. “Because I have a Big Di—”

“Look at the time!” she blurted, spinning around instantly. “I have to go. Tomorrow, Y/N. Don’t piss me off.” She stuck her tongue out at you in what was clearly meant to be a threatening gesture. It failed completely. It only made her look cuter. You watched her walk away, boots clicking against the pavement. Then shook your head, smiling to yourself. How could God create someone so adorable while she was actively trying to be angry? That was a mystery you fully intended to study tomorrow.

As the days passed, something about Leeseo began to change. It was subtle at first. A smile she tried to hide when walking through the dorm door. The way she clutched her phone closer to her chest whenever someone walked by. The soft giggles coming from her room late at night. How she suddenly volunteered to “go for a walk” more often than usual. How her mood seemed lighter, brighter, like someone had quietly turned the sun back on inside her. Gaeul noticed first. And once Gaeul noticed something, it was only a matter of time before everyone else did too. So one evening, while Leeseo was out, Gaeul held an emergency member meeting. A very serious one. Without the person being discussed.

“She’s smiling at her phone,” Gaeul announced dramatically.

Rei gasped. Wonyoung leaned forward immediately. “No way.”

“She keeps sneaking into her room and closing the door,” Gaeul continued.

Rei clutched her chest. “Our baby is growing up…”

Wonyoung looked ready to cry tears of pride. Meanwhile, Yujin sat with crossed arms, unconvinced. To her, romance in their industry wasn’t cute. It was dangerous. Scandals, headlines, rumors, backlash, one mistake could become a wildfire. Liz worried for a different reason. She feared heartbreak more than headlines. Leeseo loved deeply, even when she tried not to. If someone hurt her, Liz wasn’t sure she’d recover easily. Still, all five members agreed on one thing: They needed answers.

They didn’t have to wait long. One rare afternoon off, Yujin called everyone into the living room.

Even Leeseo. Especially Leeseo. She entered with her phone in hand, barely paying attention, already giggling at another ridiculous reel you had sent her. Then another meme. Then another meme reel, this time its a clip of Ishowspeed saying “Kill that boy”. She didn’t even know she found this kind of humor funny. Apparently, she did now.

“Why are we meeting?” she asked absentmindedly, still typing.

Yujin sat forward. “We’re here for one purpose only.”

Leeseo finally looked up. “…What?”

“You.” Leeseo froze. The room suddenly felt smaller.

“You’ve been sneaking out lately,” Yujin continued. “Laughing at your phone alone. Smiling to yourself. Acting suspiciously happy.” Rei nodded solemnly. “Very suspicious.”

“And,” Yujin added, “it seems there’s a guy involved.”

Leeseo’s eyes widened, only slightly, but enough for everyone to notice. Being stared at by all five members at once made her feel strangely vulnerable. Like she was twelve again, caught doing something she couldn’t explain.Thankfully, Liz moved closer beside her.

“We’re not here to judge you,” Liz said gently. “Just be honest. We won’t stop you unless it’s something really bad.”

Leeseo swallowed. Then took a deep breath.

“I made a friend,” she said carefully. “At my library spot.”

Silence. Then Gaeul slowly turned to the others.

“She has a library spot?”

Wonyoung whispered, “That’s not the important part.”

Yujin stayed focused. “A guy?”

Leeseo looked down. “…Yeah.”

“Does he know who you are?”

Leeseo shook her head. Yujin inhaled slowly, the burden of leadership settling across her shoulders. As leader, protecting her members wasn’t optional. Even from personal choices. Especially from personal choices.

“Leeseo,” she said firmly, “you’re an adult now. You’re not a kid we constantly have to remind anymore. So be smart. Be mindful of who you trust. You don’t know if people have good intentions or if they’re using you—”

“I know what I’m doing!”

The words snapped out sharper than anyone expected. The room fell silent. Leeseo herself looked startled. It was rare, almost unheard of, for her to raise her voice. She was the sunshine of the group. The softest laugh. The youngest one everyone babied. To see her angry now felt like watching summer thunder for the first time. Her chest rose and fell quickly.

“I know what I’m doing,” she repeated, quieter this time. “You all keep talking like I’m still a child.”

No one spoke. Because beneath the frustration was something they all suddenly understood. Leeseo wasn’t angry about the boy. She was angry that no one realized she had already grown up. For Leeseo, it was exhausting. All her life, someone had always been there to tell her what not to do.

Don’t say this. Don’t wear that. Don’t trust too easily. Don’t speak too much. Don’t make mistakes. Don’t disappoint people. Don’t be careless. Don’t be yourself too loudly. Ever since she was twelve, the world had handed her a script and expected her to follow it perfectly. Again and again. Year after year. Everyone seemed to know what was best for her. Everyone knew what they needed from her. Very few ever asked what she needed. And now she was twenty. Two years past eighteen. A legal adult. Yet people still looked at her like someone who needed to be managed. She was tired. So tired. Couldn’t she choose herself just once?

“You guys don’t have to keep reminding me,” she said, voice trembling with frustration as she faced her members. “I know.”

They listened quietly.

“I know I need to be careful. I know I should be wary of strangers. I know I shouldn’t trust someone just because I met them randomly, or because they say nice things, or because they might be a fan.” Her eyes stung.

“I know all of that.” She took a breath.

“I understand the consequences of my actions.” Then softer

“So please… just this once.”

Her voice cracked. “Let me choose myself.”

No one stopped her when she stood. No one spoke when she walked to her room. The door shut behind her with more sadness than anger.

She didn’t care what the others were saying in the living room. Right now, she wanted to be alone. Or rather there was only one person she wanted around. She grabbed her phone and typed quickly. Hey, can we meet at the campus? At that tree near the benches? I know it’s a bit late but… please? Ten seconds didn’t even pass. Sure. Everything okay? Leeseo exhaled. Later. Send.

She slipped out of the dorm quietly, pulling on a hoodie and mask before heading into the night. The walk was calm. Cool air. Streetlights glowing. The city quieter than usual. And there you were already beneath the old campus tree, sitting casually on a bench in a sweater and shorts like someone who had never once worried about impressing anybody. Leeseo smiled despite herself. She sat beside you.

“So,” you said lightly, “what’s up?”

She looked at the stars first. Needed courage from somewhere. Then spoke. “I’m an idol.”

Silence. Her heart pounded instantly. There it was. The truth. No more student lie. No education major. No ordinary Hyunseo from the library. She was a singer. A dancer. A performer. She had lied to you. And now she couldn’t even bring herself to look at your face. Then

“Super idol de xiào róng, dōu méi nǐ de tián—”

She snapped toward you in disbelief.

“Not the meme song from IShowSpeed!” she cried. “I’m an idol! A K-pop idol! Jesus Christ!”

You blinked innocently. “What?”

Leeseo stared at you, completely stunned. This idiot had really responded to her life-changing confession with a viral meme song.

“Do you ever take anything seriously?”

“Nope.”

You leaned back against the bench. “That’s why life is fun.”

She frowned.

“I just let life flow and see where it takes me. Besides…” You turned toward her. “I don’t really care if you’re a K-pop idol, the president, an alien, or a demon.”

Leeseo blinked.

“You’re my friend.” Your voice softened.

“And you’re a good person. That’s enough for me.”

She couldn’t speak. No shock. No fangirling. No asking for favors. No scheming. No sudden change in behavior. Just… you. A regular college guy with nothing flashy about him. And somehow, that made you stand out more than anyone she had ever met. A laugh escaped her. Small at first. Then fuller. Warmer.

“I got worried for nothing,” she admitted.

You grinned. “Then stop worrying about everything.” You nudged her shoulder gently.

“And start doing what you want to do.”

Leeseo looked up at the stars again. For the first time in a long while, The future didn’t feel like a cage. Leeseo looked at you and slowly nodded. Just do what you want to do. Such a simple sentence. Yet that night, those words carved themselves deep into her heart. Something changed in her beneath that starlit sky. Something loosened. Something woke up. Something that had been buried under years of rules, fear, and expectations.

Why?

Because the very next day, as she stood waiting near the campus gate for you, she saw you first. And unfortunately she also saw the girl beside you. Laughing. Talking. Standing too close. Leeseo did not like that. Not one bit. The excited smile she wore all morning vanished instantly. Her expression cooled. Her eyes sharpened like a hawk spotting prey. And for reasons she refused to examine, she hated that girl more than what Trae Young did to the New York Knicks in 2021. To make matters worse, the campus speakers were softly playing Love U Like That. Almost mockingly.

‘Drunk in the rain,Really old habits,Really old baggage…’

Each lyric felt like it had climbed directly into her chest. She didn’t even realize she was already walking toward you. Fast. Purposeful. Dangerously cute. You and your friend stopped mid-conversation when she appeared. Her eyes threw daggers at you. You, meanwhile, only brightened.

“Hey, Hyunseo—”

‘Goddamn, okay,You’re so attractive,How did that happen?’

“Let’s go.” Before you could react, she grabbed your wrist and pulled. Firmly. Possessively. Your eyes widened. You had never heard that tone from her before. You were kind of into it. You like this.

“Yow, Hyunseo, slow down,” you laughed as she dragged you across campus. “My class doesn’t start for another—”

‘I’m wide awake,I don’t need coffee,I know you want me…’

“I don’t care.” She kept walking. Then muttered, cheeks already heating.

“I don’t like it when she’s with you.”

You nearly tripped. Could it be?

“I mean,” you said carefully, “she’s just my friend and—”

‘And me the same,You’re so attractive,How did that happen?’

“I know!” Leeseo snapped, spinning around to face you. “But can’t you see the way she was looking at you?” She pointed dramatically back toward the gate.

“Like what?” you asked, fighting a grin.

“Like she likes you, you big dummy!”

There it was. Pink cheeks. Flustered breathing. Eyes refusing to meet yours. Heart practically audible from where you stood. The song still drifted through the air like fate itself had taken over playlist duty. You stepped closer.

“So what?” you asked softly. “It’s not a big deal, right?”

“It is because I… I…”

You leaned down, lowering yourself to her height. Close enough to admire every detail she tried to hide. Her perfectly sculpted features. The warmth blooming across her cheeks. The way her lips parted slightly whenever she got nervous.

“I… I…”

You smiled gently. “You what?”

Her breath caught. “Tell me, Leeseo.”

‘I love you like that,Everything you do just turns me on…’

“I like you.”

Three words. Eight letters. One truth.

The world seemed to pause.

‘Six o’clock in the morning, babe,Want you more than yesterday…’

You opened your mouth, ready to tease her, praise her, make her suffer just a little for all the chaos she caused. But before a single word left you, she ran. Fast. Ridiculously fast. So fast you briefly wondered if she had secretly trained for national track events. You stood there laughing helplessly as she disappeared down the path, cardigan flying behind her. Meanwhile, Leeseo’s mind was in complete disaster mode.

Did I really say that?

Why did I say that?

Can I ever return to campus?

Should I fake my death?

Yet beneath the panic, beneath the embarrassment, beneath the racing thoughts, Was joy. Pure and terrifying joy. Was this really love? Was this what old-fashioned love felt like? Could she really love like this? Questions raced through her mind like bullet trains without brakes. But one answer stood above them all. For once, She chose herself. Sadly, happiness rarely stays unnoticed. Especially not when eyes are always watching.

From the bushes near the pathway, a camera shutter clicked. Once. Twice. Then several more times. The lens captured the exact moment you leaned down to Leeseo’s height, close enough to make the world assume intimacy. Close enough to create a story. The man behind the camera smirked. He rushed to his car, opened his laptop, and began typing the kind of article that could change lives before breakfast.

Meanwhile, completely unaware, Leeseo had launched herself onto her bed face-first, screaming into her pillow as loudly as she could. There was no way. No way she had just confessed. Her. The great Hyunseo Lee. The girl who overthought every feeling. The girl who analyzed every possibility. The girl who prided herself on composure. Confessing to a guy. In public. Never in a million years had she imagined herself doing something so reckless. She had expected you to confess first. That had been the script in her head. But everything about you made her thoughts scatter like sparks in the wind. You made her happy. Excited. Warm. Ridiculous. And now she had confessed and wanted the bed to swallow her whole. She groaned into the pillow again. Then her bedroom door opened. Liz peeked in.

“Everything okay?” Liz asked gently.

Leeseo lifted her face, cheeks still burning. “…I confessed.”

Liz gasped. Then immediately betrayed her.

“SHE CONFESSED! EVERYONE QUICK! LEESEO CONFESSED TO A GUY!”

“UNNIE!” Leeseo cried.

Within seconds, chaos arrived. Wonyoung entered in a bathrobe, hair full of shampoo. Rei walked in carrying breakfast and still eating. Yujin appeared looking like sleep itself had personally offended her. Gaeul calmly shut the door behind everyone like this was now an official meeting. Leeseo buried her face again.

“I… ran away.”

The room froze. “You what?” Yujin asked slowly.

“I didn’t hear his response.”

All five members groaned in unison. Because why would anyone run away from a confession they initiated? Yujin inhaled, clearly preparing a leadership lecture. But before she could begin, Rei gasped loudly. Everyone turned. She held up her phone. Trending on social media was an article from Dispatch. BREAKING: IVE Leeseo Seen With Mystery Man Presumed to Be Her Boyfriend on Campus

The attached image was from earlier. The angle made it look like you were kissing her. Wonyoung clutched her chest dramatically.

“Scandalous,” she said with teasing elegance.

“That’s nonsense!” Leeseo cried. “I didn’t kiss him—” She froze.

“…Yet.”

The room erupted. But beneath the teasing, everyone understood the danger. This was exactly what Yujin had feared. Exactly the kind of storm idols were forced to endure. Yujin softened.

“Leeseo… your fans…”

“It’s okay, unnie.”

Leeseo stood straighter. Calmer than anyone expected. “I chose this.”

Her voice was steady. “And I’ll stand by it.”

The room went quiet. Because this was not the old Leeseo. The old Leeseo would have cried. Panicked. Asked others to fix things for her. But now, She looked grown. Determined. Confident. Yujin smiled faintly.

“Leeseo, that’s great and all, but how do we—”

“WAIT!” Rei shouted again.

Another update had appeared. The previous article had been deleted. Replaced by a new headline:

BREAKING: DISPATCH WRITER EXPOSED FOR DOMESTIC ABUSE AFTER EVIDENCE SURFACES ONLINE

Everyone stared. Apparently, the journalist who wrote Leeseo’s scandal article had just been exposed through screenshots, messages, and photos posted online by an anonymous account named:

LatteSprinkleLover69

The scandal exploded instantly. Within minutes, the entire internet forgot Leeseo’s article ever existed. Her members celebrated in disbelief. But Leeseo only smiled quietly. Because there was only one person ridiculous enough to choose that username.

Golden hour painted the campus in warm amber light. Sunlight kissed the library windows and spilled across the second-floor floorboards. You sat at the familiar table, an empty sprinkle milk latte beside you, watching students pass outside. Peaceful. Calm. Then came footsteps you knew by heart already.

“You have a very unique username on Twitter.”

Leeseo’s voice. You turned. She surprised you by sitting beside you this time, not across. Close enough that your shoulders nearly touched. She smiled warmly, though her gaze kept drifting to your lips.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you said innocently.

She giggled. “I’m not going to ask how you found everything about that guy,” she said softly. “I just want to say…”

“Hm?”

You turned toward her. And her lips met yours. Soft. Quick. Warm like strawberry and sweetness. A tiny kiss that still managed to shake your whole chest. She pulled back immediately, cheeks red, giggling nervously.

“Thanks,” she whispered. “And… I hope you like me too.”

You smiled and flicked her forehead lightly. “Of course, you dummy.”

She pouted and slapped your shoulder. “Hey! That’s my line, dummy.”

“Nuh-uh,” you said proudly. “Since we’re a couple now, it’s our word.”

She narrowed her eyes. “What is this? Communism?”

You straightened dramatically. “Yes, comrade.”

Leeseo burst into laughter. So did you. And together, in the same library where it all began, your laughter filled the silence.Later that night, in her pink diary, Leeseo wrote one final entry:

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~