#haewon

There. Corner table by the windows. You spot what has to be Haewon and Hanni hunched over a Nintendo Switch, completely in their own world. Both wearing glasses.

You take a breath and start walking over. Your rugby duffel bag is slung over your shoulder, and you're still in your practice gear (compression shirt that's probably doing you favors right now, basketball shorts). You catch a few girls checking you out as you pass, but you're too focused on not failing Business Analytics to care.

The closer you get, the more you can see them properly. Haewon's actually really pretty in that nerdy way: no makeup, glasses sliding down her nose, completely absorbed in whatever Hanni's showing her on the screen. Hanni's sitting with her back to you.

"No way, you can't catch a shiny Rayquaza that easily!" Haewon's saying.

You're about three feet away when Haewon glances up. Her eyes go wide behind those glasses, and she freezes immediately. Her mouth literally hangs open mid-sentence.

"What? Let me see—" Hanni starts to turn around, and when she spots you standing there like some kind of rugby-playing giant, she freezes too. But unlike Haewon, who looks like she might actually stop breathing, Hanni manages to compose herself a bit. She straightens up, pushes her glasses up her nose with one finger.

"Hey," you say, flashing them your best friendly smile. "Mind if I sit?"

"Y-yes!" Haewon blurts out immediately, then seems to realize how that sounds. "I mean, no! No, we don't mind. You can. Sit. Here."

Hanni just nods, clutching the Switch a bit tighter.

You swing your duffel bag off your shoulder and drop into the chair across from them. The table's one of those small four-seaters, so suddenly you're right there in their space. You sprawl out a bit - can't help it with legs as long as yours - and your knee accidentally bumps Hanni's under the table.

"Sorry," you say, pulling back a bit. "Long legs, you know?"

"It's fine," Hanni manages, and wow, her face is going red. Like actually red.

There's this awkward silence where they're both just staring at you. You need to break the ice, get them comfortable. Be the nice guy. You can do this.

Then your eyes land on the Switch still in Hanni's hands. Perfect.

"What're you playing?" you ask, leaning forward with genuine-looking interest.

Hanni glances down at the screen like she forgot she was holding it. "Oh, um. Pokémon."

"Oh shit, Pokémon!" The enthusiasm in your voice is only like sixty percent fake. You definitely know Pokémon exists. You've seen the cards and stuff. "I love Pokémon."

Both girls' eyebrows shoot up. Haewon actually leans forward a bit.

"Really?" Hanni asks, and there's this hopeful expression on her face that makes you feel slightly guilty about lying. "I didn't think... I mean, you don't really seem like the type who'd be into—" She cuts herself off, embarrassed.

"Nah, totally into it," you lie smoothly. "Been playing since I was a kid."

"What's your favorite Pokémon?" Hanni asks immediately. Behind her glasses, her eyes are sparkling.

Your mind goes completely blank. Okay… Pikachu's too obvious, they'll know you're bullshitting. There was that one... the monkey thing. From that show your little cousin watches.

"Uh, that monkey with the fire powers," you say, snapping your fingers like you're trying to remember. "You know the one."

"Chimchar?" Hanni asks, lighting up. "Or do you mean Infernape? The evolution?"

"Yeah! That one!" you say, pointing at her. You have no idea which one she said first, but you're going with it.

"Infernape's actually really good competitively,” Haewon comments with a smile. “Good taste."

"Right? He's awesome." You have no fucking clue what she's talking about, but the fact that they're smiling at you means your bullshit is working.

Hanni sets the Switch down on the table, and some of that nervous energy seems to drain out of both of them. They're still clearly on edge; Haewon keeps pushing her glasses up even though they're not sliding, and Hanni's bouncing her leg under the table, but at least they're not looking at you like you're about to eat them.

Time to address the elephant in the room.

"So, uh, about that group project," you start, scratching the back of your neck. "I'm really sorry I missed class yesterday. Rugby practice ran late and I was completely dead, so I just... crashed. But I heard that we got assigned groups?"

"Oh." Haewon straightens up. "Yeah. The professor announced it. We have to do a comprehensive market analysis for a startup company. Presentation and full report due in three weeks."

Three weeks. Market analysis. Startup company. You understand maybe half of those words in that context, but you nod like it all makes perfect sense.

"The report has to be at least thirty pages," Hanni adds. She's watching your face carefully like she's trying to gauge your reaction. "With primary research, secondary research, competitive analysis, financial projections, SWOT analysis..."

You keep nodding. You'll Google what a SWOT analysis is later.

"Sounds intense," you say, which is safe and non-committal. "But hey, I'm lucky I got grouped with you guys. You're like, the smartest people in class."

Haewon's cheeks go pink at that. Hanni ducks her head a bit, but you can see she's pleased.

"It's you, me, Haewon, and then Dahyun and Winter," Hanni explains. "We were actually just talking about when to meet up and start working on it."

"Oh perfect. When works for you guys?"

Hanni exchanges a glance with Haewon. "We were thinking Friday night? At my place? I have a house off campus, so there's plenty of room for all of us to spread out and work."

"Friday night works great for me," you say immediately. Rugby practice ends at six on Fridays, so you could shower and head over. "What time?"

"Maybe seven?" Hanni suggests. "I already asked Dahyun and Winter and they're both free. Just needed to check with you."

"Seven's perfect." You reach over and pat Hanni on the back - just a friendly gesture, the kind you do with your teammates all the time. But she absolutely freezes at the contact, and you feel how tense her shoulders are under that oversized hoodie. "This is gonna be great. Seriously, thank you guys for, you know, being cool about me missing the announcement and everything."

You pull your hand back, and Hanni seems to remember how to breathe again.

"It's... it's fine," she manages. "We all miss class sometimes."

You definitely miss class more than sometimes, but you're not about to mention that.

Haewon's been quiet for a bit, and when you glance over at her, she immediately looks away, staring very intently at a poster on the wall advertising some campus event. Her ears are red.

"Haewon's not much of a talker," Hanni explains, lowering her tone a bit. "But she's really excited about the project too. Aren't you, Haewon?"

Haewon nods quickly, still not quite meeting your eyes. "Yeah. It'll be... good."

You lean back in your chair, trying to seem relaxed and casual. "Well, I'm looking forward to working with all of you. Seriously. I know I'm not exactly the best student in that class—" Understatement of the fucking century. "—but I'll pull my weight. Promise."

Another lie, but they don't need to know that yet. Your plan is to show up, look interested, maybe contribute an idea or two, and let these genius nerds do the actual heavy lifting. It's worked before with group projects. You just need to be charming enough that they don't mind doing most of the work.

Hanni's studying you with these sharp eyes, and for a second you wonder if she can see right through your bullshit. But then she smiles, a little shy, but genuine. "I'm sure it'll be fine. We're all in this together, right?"

"Right," you agree, flashing her another smile.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket (probably your coach asking where the fuck you are for the team meeting). You should go. But you've accomplished what you came here for: made contact, established that you're a Nice Guy Who Likes Pokémon, and confirmed the Friday meeting.

"I should actually head out," you say, grabbing your duffel bag and standing up. God, the height difference is even more noticeable when you're towering over their little table. Both girls have to crane their necks to look up at you. "Got a team thing. But I'll see you guys Friday, yeah?"

"Yeah," Hanni confirms, and Haewon nods mutely.

"Cool. Oh, and text me the address?" You pull out your phone. "I don't think I have your number."

Hanni's eyes go wide. "Oh. Um. Right." She fumbles for her own phone, nearly drops it, catches it. "What's... what's your number?"

You rattle it off and watch her type it in with shaking fingers. A second later your phone buzzes with a text: hi its hanni from business analytics

You save the contact and shoot her a thumbs up. "Perfect. Alright, I'll let you guys get back to your Pokémon. Catch 'em all or whatever."

Hanni laughs, this surprised little giggle that makes her nose scrunch up. "That's not even the tagline anymore, but sure."

As you walk away, you can feel their eyes on your back. You deliberately don't look back (play it cool), but you're pretty sure you hear Haewon whisper-shriek something to Hanni the second you're out of earshot.

Phase one: complete. They think you're a nice guy who shares their interests. Friday night, you'll show up, be charming, and coast through this project on their hard work. Your grades will be saved, you won't have to waste time on boring business analysis bullshit, and everyone wins. Easy peasy.

—

Friday evening rolls around and you're standing outside Hanni's place with a grocery bag full of chips, candy, energy drinks, and some chocolates from the good section of the store. It cost you like forty bucks, but it's an investment. Gotta maintain that Nice Guy image.

The house is this cute little rental in a quiet neighborhood just off campus. You knock, shifting the bag to your other hand, and hear scrambling from inside. Footsteps, then the door swings open.

Hanni's standing there in a oversized hoodie and black leggings that hug her legs. Her glasses are slightly crooked on her face. She looks comfortable. Cute, in that nerdy homebody way.

"Oh! Hey! You're right on time."

"Wouldn't want to keep you guys waiting," you say with an easy smile. "Plus I brought supplies." You lift the bag slightly. "Figured we'd need fuel for all the brainwork tonight."

"You didn't have to do that! That's so sweet. Come in, come in."

She steps aside and you duck through the doorway (seriously, doorframes are not built for people your height).

"The girls are in my room," Hanni says, leading you down a hallway. "We figured it'd be easier to spread out in there since I have a big desk and floor space."

"Sounds good."

She opens a door at the end of the hall and you follow her in. The room is like nerd heaven, and you mean that in the most respectful way possible. Posters, shelves with collectibles, a desk with a gaming PC, and string lights hung up around the ceiling giving everything this soft glow. Three girls are already there: two sitting on the bed, one at the desk chair.

All heads turn when you walk in, and there's this moment of collective freeze.

The girl at the table must be Dahyun. They all look a little alike to be honest, but the pigtails are unmistakable.

On the bed, there's a girl with pale skin and jet-black hair in a neat bob - Winter, you're guessing. She's got on a fitted cream sweater that actually shows her figure unlike everyone else's baggy clothes, and dark jeans. Her glasses are more stylish than the others', with thin black frames. She's pretty in this delicate, doll-like way.

And there's Haewon, who you recognize from the cafeteria.

"Hey everyone," you say, flashing them all that winning smile. "Good to see you, Haewon. And you two must be Winter and Dahyun?"

Dahyun shoots up from the desk chair so fast she almost knocks it over. "Yes! I mean—I'm Dahyun! Hi! It's so—we're so—it's really—" She's literally stumbling over every word, her face going red. Then she lets out this loud, nervous laugh that's almost aggressive. "AHAHA! Sorry! I'm just—you're really—I mean this is—AHAHA!"

You can't help but grin at how flustered she is. "Nice to meet you, Dahyun."

Winter stands up more gracefully, smoothing down her sweater. “I'm Kim Minjeong, but everyone calls me Winter, as you probably already know. It's nice to finally meet you properly." Then her eyes drop down your body (not subtly at all) and back up. "Hanni said you were tall, but wow. You're really... big."

The way she says it, combined with how her gaze lingers, makes it sound way more suggestive than it probably is. You catch Hanni's eyes going wide, and Haewon actually chokes on air.

"Uh, thanks?" you say, amused. "I get that a lot."

"I bet you do," Winter says, completely innocent expression on her face, and Dahyun lets out another one of those explosive laughs.

You hold up the grocery bag. "Brought snacks and drinks for everyone. Figured we'd need the energy."

"Oh my god, you didn't have to do that!" Dahyun rushes over, peering into the bag. "Holy shit, these are the good chips! And, wait, are these Pocky? The fancy ones?"

"Yeah, I figured you guys might like Japanese snacks."

All four of them look at you like you just offered them a kidney. Haewon actually makes eye contact with you for the first time, looking genuinely surprised.

"That's... really thoughtful," Winter says softly.

Hanni takes the bag and starts unpacking it on her desk. "Seriously, this is so nice. Thank you."

While they're busy gushing over the snacks, you take the opportunity to look around the room more. Your eyes land on a shelf with a bunch of figurines, and one in particular catches your attention, mainly because the character's wearing what's basically a black leotard and has white hair. You definitely recognize that from... somewhere. The internet, probably.

"Oh shit, is that 2B?" you ask, walking over to get a closer look. You're like seventy percent sure that's the character's name.

Hanni practically teleports to your side. "You know NieR: Automata?"

"Yeah, of course," you lie. “That game's amazing. The story's crazy deep."

Her eyes are fucking sparkling now. "Right?! Nobody ever talks about the existential themes! Everyone just focuses on—" She cuts herself off, blushing. Probably because everyone focuses on 2B's ass.

"The philosophy stuff is great," you say, nodding like you have any idea what you're talking about. "You've got great taste."

Dahyun comes over too, and she's holding a different figure. "Do you watch anime? This is from Chainsaw Makima. I mean Makima! From Chainsaw Man!" Another explosive laugh.

You glance at the figure, some woman with red hair in a business suit. "Oh yeah, I've heard that one's good. Haven't had time to watch it yet with rugby season, but it's on my list."

"It's SO good," Dahyun gushes. "Like, really dark and violent but also somehow emotional? And the animation is insane. You have to watch it!"

"I'll definitely check it out," you say, making a mental note to never check it out.

Winter's looking at you with this curious expression. "You're really into this stuff? Most athletes at our school think anime and gaming are..."

"Lame?" you finish for her. "Nah, people like what they like. No point judging." The truth is you couldn't care less about any of this, but they don't need to know that. "Besides, you guys clearly have good taste in everything. These figures probably cost bank, right? Shows dedication."

All four of them are looking at you like you're some kind of unicorn now.

"Okay!" Hanni claps her hands together, clearly trying to get things back on track. "We should probably start working. We've got a lot to cover tonight."

Everyone settles in. Dahyun sits back at the desk chair. Winter and Haewon take the bed. Hanni sits on the floor with her laptop, and you join her, stretching your long legs out. There's a weird moment where your knee brushes against Hanni's thigh and she goes rigid, but she doesn't move away.

Hanni pulls up a shared document on her laptop. "Okay, so I divided the work based on everyone's strengths. Dahyun, you're good with data analysis, so you're handling the market research and competitive analysis sections. Winter, you're taking the financial projections since you're amazing with numbers. Haewon, you've got the SWOT analysis and strategic recommendations. I'll do the executive summary and introduction."

She turns to you. "And for you, I was thinking you could handle the company overview section? Like, describing the startup we chose, their product, their mission statement, stuff like that. It's pretty straightforward."

"Sounds good," you say confidently. Straightforward. Sure. You can do straightforward.

Hanni explains what specific company they picked (some tech startup that does sustainable packaging or whatever) and what information you need to include in your section. She makes it sound simple. Describes it as basically "just summarizing what the company does."

Everyone opens their laptops and gets to work. The room fills with typing sounds. Dahyun muttering to herself as she scrolls through data sheets.

You stare at your blank Google Doc.

Company overview. Okay. You navigate to the startup's website and start reading. There's a lot of corporate buzzword bullshit about "disrupting the industry" and "sustainable solutions" and "innovative approaches." What the fuck does any of this actually mean?

You type out a sentence. Delete it. It sounds stupid. Try again. Also stupid.

Ten minutes pass and you've written maybe two sentences.

Dahyun's already got like three paragraphs done, you can see her screen from here. Winter's building out some kind of Excel spreadsheet that looks like actual hieroglyphics. Even Haewon, quiet little Haewon, is typing away steadily.

Shit.

You glance over at Haewon. She's closest to you on the bed, super focused on her screen, bottom lip caught between her teeth in concentration.

"Hey, Haewon?" you say quietly, leaning toward her a bit.

She jumps slightly, looks down at you. "Y-yeah?"

"Sorry to bother you, but could you look at what I've written so far? I feel like I'm not explaining this right."

Her eyes dart to your screen, and you angle your laptop so she can see. You've got maybe three sad sentences.

"Oh, um..." She adjusts her glasses. "You need to include more specifics about their product line. And maybe explain their target market? Like, who they're trying to sell to."

"Right, right. That makes sense." You give her a grateful smile. "Could you maybe... show me an example? I'm better at seeing how it's done."

And that's how Haewon ends up basically rewriting your entire opening paragraph while you watch and nod along like you're learning something. She's so focused on helping that she doesn't seem to realize she's doing your work for you.

Twenty minutes later, you're stuck again. This time you turn to Dahyun.

"Dahyun, you're killing it over there," you say, and she immediately whips around, face going red. "Could you help me understand how to incorporate some of the market research into my section? Like, should I mention competitor products?"

"Oh! Um! Yes! Definitely!" She rolls the desk chair over. "So basically you reference the market trends and then—"

She leans in close to point at your screen, and you can feel the heat radiating off her. Her pigtails brush against your shoulder as she types a few sentences directly into your document, showing you "what it should look like."

Except she keeps typing. And typing. And suddenly you've got a whole new section that you definitely didn't write.

"Does that make sense?" she asks, finally pulling back.

"Perfect sense. You're a lifesaver." You flash her your best grateful smile, and she lets out another one of those explosive laughs before rolling back to her spot.

You're maybe halfway done with your section now, and you've personally written about twenty percent of it.

Later, when you're supposed to be adding financial context to your company overview, you're completely lost staring at the startup's funding rounds and revenue projections.

Winter's right there on the bed, though.

"Winter?" You twist around to look up at her. "I'm trying to figure out how to explain their funding situation without making it sound super technical. You're doing the financial projections. Any tips?"

She blinks those pretty eyes at you. "Oh, you want me to help make it simpler?"

"Exactly. You're so good at this stuff."

She actually giggles, soft and kind of shy, and moves to sit next to you on the floor. "Okay, so let me see what you have..."

And just like with the others, Winter ends up contributing way more than just "tips." She restructures your sentences, adds in context you definitely wouldn't have thought of, makes everything flow better.

"You're a genius," you tell her when she's done, and she ducks her head, pleased.

"It's really not that hard once you understand the basics," she says. Then adds: "I could teach you sometime. If you want. I mean, if you need help with other assignments or anything, I don't mind... spending time..." Her cheeks go pink. "Explaining things. To you."

The double meaning in her tone is either completely intentional or she's the most accidentally flirty person alive. Either way, you file that away as useful.

By the time Hanni calls for a break around nine-thirty, your section is basically done. You've written maybe a quarter of it yourself, and the rest has been heavily supplemented by the three girls you've strategically asked for help.

"This is really good progress," Hanni says, scrolling through the shared document. "We might actually finish this ahead of schedule."

Dahyun stretches her arms above her head. "I'm starving. Should we order pizza or something?"

"I could go for pizza," you agree, pulling out your phone. "My treat, since you guys brought the brainpower tonight."

"You don't have to do that!" Winter protests, but she's smiling.

"I want to. Seriously. You guys are making this so much easier than I thought it'd be." That part's actually true. You just mean it in a different way than they think.

While everyone's debating pizza toppings, you lean back against Hanni's bed, feeling pretty damn good about yourself. This is going to work. They're eating up your Nice Guy act, they're all clearly into you based on how flustered they get, and they're basically doing your work for you without even realizing it.

You've got this in the bag.

—

The next two weeks slip by in a rhythm you’ve perfected by now. The group chat (creatively named "Business Nerds Unite 🤓 by Dahyun) becomes your primary tool for maintaining the illusion that you give a shit.

BUSINESS NERDS UNITE 🤓

You: Just finished practice. Coach killed us today lol. How's everyone doing on their sections?

Hanni: Making good progress! About halfway through the intro

Winter: Financial projections are coming along

Dahyun: DROWNING IN DATA but it's fine!!

Haewon: 👍

You: You guys are amazing. Seriously carrying this project

You: [Photo of you post-practice, shirt off, at the gym, flexing a bit]

You: Sorry for the thirst trap lmao. Too lazy to put a shirt on

There's a solid three-minute gap before anyone responds, and you grin at your phone knowing exactly what effect that photo had. It's the perfect formula. Post something to keep their attention, remind them you're hot, then redirect to the project so you look engaged and helpful. Meanwhile, you've done maybe fifteen percent of your actual assigned work.

The second Friday, you show up to Hanni's place and immediately notice the kitchen table is wobbling like crazy. Hanni's trying to balance her laptop on it and looking frustrated.

"This thing's been driving me insane all week," she mutters.

"Let me take a look," you offer, crouching down to examine the legs. One of them is definitely loose, the screw stripped.

"Oh, you don't have to—"

"Nah, I got this. You guys get started, I'll fix it real quick."

Except "real quick" turns into forty minutes of you actually having to go to the hardware store down the street to get a new screw and bracket because the damage is worse than you thought. When you finally get back, sweaty and slightly annoyed, the girls are deep in work mode.

"Hey, sorry that took forever," you say, wiping your forehead. "Table's solid now though."

Hanni looks up, surprised. "You actually went and bought parts? You didn't have to do that."

"Couldn't leave you with a wobbly table." You flash her a smile. "But I'm way behind now. Dahyun, could you maybe just start outlining my section while I clean up? I'll fill it in after I shower."

And Dahyun, sweet helpful Dahyun, agrees immediately.

You never do fill it in. She ends up doing most of it herself.

The third week, Haewon posts in the group chat late one night.

Haewon: Just finished the last volume of my favorite light novel series and now I don't know what to do with my life

Dahyun: NOOO which one??

Haewon: The one I've been reading for three years. It's over. I'm dead inside

Hanni: RIP Haewon's soul

Winter: Time to start a new series!

Haewon: Nothing will compare 😭

The next day you show up at college with her favorite chocolate. The fancy dark chocolate with sea salt that she mentioned once, quietly, when you all went to the convenience store together. She'd picked it up, looked at the price, and put it back.

"Heard you were having a rough day," you say casually, handing it to her.

Haewon just stares at the chocolate bar, then at you, her eyes going wide behind her glasses. "How did you... I only mentioned this once."

You shrug. "I pay attention."

Her face goes bright red and she takes the chocolate with shaking hands. "Thank you. This is really... thank you."

For Winter, it's different. She mentioned in passing during a study session that her laptop charger was dying, fraying at the connection point, but she couldn't afford a new one until her stipend came through next month. Two days later, you "happen to have" an extra charger that "fits her model."

"I upgraded my old laptop so I don't need this anymore. Yours is the same brand, right? You should take it."

Winter looks like she might actually cry. "I can't just take this, these are expensive—"

"I'm literally never going to use it. Please. I'd rather it go to someone who needs it."

She accepts it with this soft, grateful expression that makes you feel slightly guilty. Slightly. Not enough to stop.

And for Dahyun, it's even simpler. She posts a selfie in the group chat with her pigtails, clearly fishing for compliments.

Dahyun: I just tried my new finishing cream. Thoughts?!!

Hanni: Cute!!

Winter: Love it!

Haewon: Perfect

You: Looks amazing. The pigtails really suit you

She sends back about fifteen emojis and you know you've got her hooked.

But what you don't know is what's happening at Hanni's place right now, thirty minutes before you're supposed to arrive for today's work session.

—

Hanni emerges from the bathroom in her usual post-shower uniform: oversized t-shirt, shorts, hair wrapped in a towel. She can hear voices from the living room. The girls showed up early, apparently.

Except when she gets closer, she realizes they're not just talking. They're arguing.

"—absolutely into me," Haewon's saying, and she sounds almost smug. She's sitting on the couch eating that chocolate bar you gave her, taking small, savoring bites. "Guys don't pay attention to details like that unless they're interested."

"What details?" Winter asks from her spot on the floor, looking up.

Haewon waves the chocolate. "This. I mentioned my favorite chocolate one time, super briefly, at a convenience store two weeks ago. He remembered. He went out and bought it and brought it to me yesterday because I was sad about finishing my light novel." She pops another piece in her mouth. "That's boyfriend behavior."

Dahyun's sitting in the armchair, and she literally throws her hands up. "Okay but that's cute and all, but he's clearly into me. He complimented my new hairstyle in like, super specific detail. And not just once! He keeps bringing it up. Yesterday he said—" She puts on a deeper voice, presumably imitating you. "—'The pigtails really frame your face nicely.' Like, that's not casual! That's flirting!"

"Girls, please." Winter's voice cuts through. "Yesterday he gave me a laptop charger. Just gave it to me. Do you know how much those cost? Like sixty dollars. He claimed he had an extra but I know he bought it specifically for me because I mentioned mine was broken." She hugs her knees to her chest. "No boy has ever done anything like that for me. I think I'm in love with him."

"What the fuck," Haewon says flatly.

"No, I'm serious!" Winter's eyes are shining behind her glasses. "I've been thinking about it. He's so nice, and he's obviously attracted to nerdy girls. Some guys have a fetish for that, you know. I read about it. There are entire categories on porn sites dedicated to nerdy girls. And I'm Asian too, so that's like... a super combo. He probably—"

"Oh my god, Winter, stop," Dahyun groans, covering her face with her hands. "Stop self-fetishizing. That's painful to listen to."

"I'm just being realistic about my appeal!"

"Your appeal is that you're smart and pretty, not because you fit some porn category!"

"But statistically—"

"I don't want to hear statistics about porn right now!"

Haewon's shaking her head. "This is insane. He can't be into all of us."

"Why not?" Winter challenges. "Maybe he's keeping his options open. Or maybe he's just a really nice guy who does thoughtful things for his friends."

"Friends don't look at you the way he looks at us," Dahyun mutters. "I've seen him staring when he thinks we're not paying attention. Especially at our—" She gestures at her chest and legs.

"I knew it!" Winter pumps her fist. "See? He's into us."

They're so busy arguing that none of them notice Hanni standing in the hallway, towel still wrapped around her head, face completely unreadable.

"Hey," Hanni finally says, stepping into the room.

All three girls jump like they've been caught doing something illegal.

"Hanni! We were just—"

"I heard," Hanni cuts Dahyun off. She moves to sit on the arm of the couch, crossing her arms. "Look, I really didn't want to say this, but something's been bothering me about this whole situation." The room goes quiet. Haewon stops mid-chew.

"He's being too nice," Hanni continues. "Like, suspiciously nice. The gifts, the compliments, showing up with snacks every time, fixing my table..." She looks at each of them. "I feel like we're being deceived."

"What do you mean?" Winter asks.

Hanni pulls out her phone, opens their shared project document. "How much work has he actually done on this project? Like, actually done himself?"

The girls exchange glances.

"Well, I helped him with the initial framework," Haewon admits slowly.

"I rewrote his opening section," Dahyun adds. "And his market analysis integration. And his conclusion."

"I did his entire financial context portion," Winter says softly.

"And last week when he was 'fixing my table' for forty minutes, I ended up drafting his comparative analysis section," Hanni says. "I've been keeping track. Want to know how much original work he's contributed to this project?" She doesn't wait for an answer. "Maybe twenty percent. And that twenty percent needed so much editing that it barely counts."

"Oh my god," Haewon whispers. "He's using us."

"He's been using us the whole time," Hanni confirms. "All the nice guy shit, the compliments, the gifts, it's all manipulation. He just wants to coast through this project without doing any real work. He doesn't actually care about any of us."

"That motherfucker,” Dahyun comments in an aggressive whisper.

"I can't believe—" Winter sounds genuinely hurt. "I thought he was different. I thought maybe he actually liked me. Us. I thought—" She cuts herself off, pressing her hands to her face. "God, I'm so stupid."

"You're not stupid," Hanni says firmly. "He's just a really good manipulator. Hot guys like him? They learn early that they can get away with anything."

Haewon's still holding the chocolate bar, and her grip on it is getting tighter. "So what do we do? Confront him? Tell the professor that he hasn't been contributing?"

“No," Hanni replies. "We're smarter than that."

The other three girls look at her.

"Think about it," Hanni continues, leaning forward. "We're doing his work anyway, right? His sections are actually the easiest parts. All the heavy analysis is on us. We could finish his portions in our sleep."

"So... we just let him keep using us?" Dahyun asks, incredulous.

"No. We turn the tables." Hanni's smiling now, and it's not a particularly nice smile. "We tell him we know what he's been doing. And we tell him that we'll keep doing his work, gladly, but he has to give us something in return."

Winter's eyes narrow. "What kind of something?"

"He needs this project," Hanni says. "It's worth forty percent of our grade. I heard from someone in his rugby team that he's failing Business Analytics. This project is literally the only thing standing between him and academic probation. Maybe even getting kicked off the team."

Realization dawns on Haewon's face. "He's desperate."

"Exactly. Which means we have all the power here." Hanni looks at each of them. "We can ask for anything."

The girls exchange glances. It seems like they're all thinking the same thing, but none of them wants to be the first to speak up.

Then Dahyun opens her mouth and says: "Okay, this is crazy, but hear me out." She pauses, takes a breath. "What if we asked him to fuck us?"

There’s a long moment of silence. Then all three other girls say "Yes" simultaneously, and suddenly they're all giggling, these high, slightly hysterical giggles that fill the room.

"Oh my god, we're actually considering this," Winter says through her laughter, hands over her mouth.

"I mean, why not?" Dahyun's grin is wicked now. "We've all been fantasizing about it anyway. Don't lie."

Haewon's face is red but she's nodding. "I've had... thoughts."

"We all have," Hanni admits. "Come on. We're about to graduate college and we're all still virgins. This is our chance."

"We can't leave university as virgins," Winter agrees. "That's so sad. And he's like... really, really, really hot."

"Understatement," Dahyun mutters. "Did you see that shirtless pic he posted? His abs have abs."

"And his arms," Winter adds. "When he reached up to fix something on Hanni's shelf last week, his shirt rode up and I saw his hip line and I almost died."

"He's got to be huge," Haewon says bluntly, and everyone stares at her. She shrugs, unapologetic. "What? We're all thinking it. He's six-five and built like that? His dick is probably massive."

Hanni feels her face heating up. "Okay but beyond the physical stuff, what do you think he's like in bed?"

"Probably really good?" Dahyun suggests. "Like, athlete stamina. He could probably go for hours."

"Do you think he's experienced?" Winter asks. "He's definitely not a virgin. Guys who look like that have probably been fucking since high school."

"Good," Haewon says firmly. "I want someone who knows what they're doing for my first time."

They all fall quiet for a moment, lost in their individual thoughts. Hanni's brain is supplying extremely vivid imagery of you. She's imagined more than once what it would be like to be under you, to have all that size and strength focused on her.

A sharp crack breaks the silence.

They all look at Haewon, who's staring down at her hands in shock. The chocolate bar has literally broken in half from how hard she was squeezing it.

"Jesus Christ, Haewon," Dahyun says.

"I got excited!" Haewon defends, and they all start giggling again.

"Okay but seriously," Winter says once they've calmed down. "If we're doing this, we should go all in. Like, really make him work for it."

"What do you mean?" Hanni asks.

Winter's eyes gleam behind her glasses. "He needs this project to pass, right? So we don't just ask for sex. We ask for more."

"More?" Dahyun leans forward. "Like what?"

"We make him be our boyfriend," Haewon says suddenly. "Until the end of the semester. In exchange, we'll do all his academic work. Not just this project; all of it. His essays, his homework, everything."

Hanni's mind is racing. "The four of us could easily handle his workload on top of our own. We're all ahead in our classes anyway. We could divide it up, wouldn't interfere with our own stuff."

"And he gets to pass all his classes without doing any work," Winter continues. "All he has to do is be our boyfriend. Take us on dates, be affectionate, introduce us as his girlfriends..."

"And fuck us," Dahyun adds with a grin. "Can't forget that part."

"All four of us," Haewon confirms. "That's the deal. He has to sleep with each of us. Multiple times, probably. And he has to be good about it, like actually make us feel good, not just get himself off."

Hanni feels a thrill run through her. "This is insane."

"This is brilliant," Winter corrects. "We get everything we want. We lose our virginities to a hot guy who's going to be motivated to make it good for us because he needs our help. We get to experience having a boyfriend without any of the actual emotional risk because it's got an end date. And we get revenge on him for trying to use us."

"Plus," Dahyun adds with a giggle, "we'll be doing exactly what he tried to do to us: using him. Poetic justice."

They all look at each other, and Hanni can see the same mixture of nervousness and excitement on everyone's faces that she's feeling.

"So we're really doing this?" Haewon asks. "We're going to basically blackmail him into being our boyfriend and fuck buddy?"

"He tried to manipulate us first," Hanni points out. "We're just... turning it around on him."

"When is he supposed to get here?" Winter asks, pulling out her phone to check the time.

"Like thirty minutes—"

A knock at the door cuts Hanni off.

All four girls freeze.

"He's early," Dahyun whispers.

Haewon makes a strangled noise and starts coughing, and Hanni realizes she's literally choking on a piece of chocolate. Winter has to pound on her back while Haewon wheezes.

"Okay, okay," Hanni says, standing up. "We're doing this. Right now. Everyone agreed?"

Three heads nod, though Haewon's still coughing a bit.

"Let me do the talking," Hanni continues. "Follow my lead."

Another knock, more insistent this time.

Hanni takes a breath, smooths down her shirt, takes the towel off her head and throws it somewhere on the sofa, then quickly fixes her hair with her hands (the girls give a thumbs-up to indicate that she looks pretty), and walks to the door. Her heart is pounding but her hands are steady.

This is it.

The door opens, and you and Hanni come face-to-face, both of you wearing expressions that couldn’t be more different from each other.

"Hey!" you say, flashing your usual easy smile. "Sorry I'm a bit early. Practice ended sooner than expected so I figured I'd just head over."

She doesn't smile back. Just steps aside silently to let you in.

Okay. Weird.

You walk into the living room and immediately know something's wrong. All four girls are there: Dahyun in the armchair, Winter and Haewon on the couch, and they're all staring at you with these identical expressions that you can't quite read. Not angry, exactly. But definitely not friendly.

"Hey everyone," you try, adjusting the duffel bag on your shoulder. "Ready to knock out the rest of this project? We're so close to finishing, right?"

Silence. Complete, heavy silence.

You look from face to face. Dahyun's got her arms crossed. Winter's sitting very straight, hands folded in her lap. Haewon's pushing her glasses up her nose repeatedly even though they're not sliding. And Hanni's moved to stand with the other girls, creating this united front.

"Uh... everything okay?"

"We need to talk," Hanni says. Those four words never mean anything good.

You set your bag down slowly. "Did something happen? Is there an issue with the project or—"

"We figured out what your game is."

"What game?" You're trying to play dumb. Judging by their faces, it does not seem to be working.

Haewon actually laughs, and you're almost certain you've never heard her laugh before. "Come on. Don't insult our intelligence more than you already have."

"I don't—"

"You were using us," Winter cuts you off, and fuck, she sounds hurt. "This whole time. You were just using us."

Your mind races. Keep playing dumb? Deny everything? "That's crazy, I thought we were friends—"

"We thought so too," Dahyun interrupts. "Actually, with the way you were treating us, we thought maybe we'd be more than friends."

You can see it on their faces, they actually believed you liked them. They actually thought your attention was genuine.

"I was just trying to be nice," you say weakly.

"Stop!" Hanni exclaims. "Just… stop. You haven't actually done anything on this project. Not one single section by yourself. You're always making excuses, always finding ways for us to do your part. The table that needed fixing. The 'I'm better at learning by example' bullshit. All of it."

You open your mouth. Close it. Yeah, there's no point denying it when they've clearly compared notes.

"I'm sorry," you finally say, and you mean it. Kind of. You're sorry they figured it out, at least. "I'm just... I'm desperate, okay? I need this grade. I need to pass this class or I'm fucked. Rugby is everything to me and if I fail—" You can’t even get another word out. The panic is real. You can feel your perfect plan crumbling around you. You move to the couch and just sink onto it, putting your head in your hands. This is it. You're done. They’re going to tell the professor and you're going to fail and—

Movement catches your eye. Hanni steps forward and puts a hand on your shoulder. The touch is gentle, almost comforting.

"We were angry when we realized what you were doing," she says. "But... we understand. Some people just aren't built for academic life. That doesn't make you a bad person."

You look up at her, confused by the sudden shift.

"Please," you're begging, and God knows how pathetic you sound right now. "Please, I'll do anything. I know I fucked up. I know I was an asshole. But please don't report me. I'll make it up to you somehow, I swear."

Before you even realize what you're doing, you're sliding off the couch onto your knees in front of them. "Anything. I'll do anything you want."

Dahyun's lips curve into a smile. It's not her usual nervous, giggling smile. It's something else entirely.

"Anything?" Winter asks.

"We can still help you," Hanni says slowly. "We can do even more for you, actually. If you do what we ask."

You look up at her, hopeful and confused. "What do you want?"

Hanni glances at the other girls. Then she looks back at you.

"We'll do all your academic work until the end of the semester," she says clearly. "Not just this project. Everything. Essays, homework, studying for exams. We'll make sure you pass all your classes."

Your heart leaps. "Seriously? You'd—"

"If," she continues, cutting you off. "You agree to be our boyfriend until the end of the semester."

“I-I don’t think I got that.”

"Our boyfriend," Winter clarifies. "All four of us. At the same time."

You must have heard that wrong. "How would that even work? That doesn't make any sense."

"We'll share you," Dahyun explains, and she sounds almost giddy now. "We've never had a boyfriend. None of us. And this is our chance."

You look between their faces, waiting for someone to laugh, to say it's a joke. But they're all completely serious.

"You want me to... what, take you all on dates? Hold your hands in public?" Even as you say it, you're imagining what your teammates would say. What everyone on campus would think. You, the star rugby player, dating four nerdy girls with glasses who probably spend their weekends at anime conventions.

"Yes," Hanni confirms.

Your reputation would be destroyed.

But your future would be saved.

"And," Hanni continues. "We want you to fuck us."

The word sounds almost foreign coming from her mouth. So blunt, so direct.

"Make us orgasm," she continues, and her cheeks are red but her gaze is steady. "Make us feel good. Do that, and your future will be protected. By your girlfriends."

"This is insane," you say, standing up from your kneeling position. "Date four girls at the same time? That's impossible. How would that even—"

Dahyun moves quickly, closing the distance and sitting next to you on the couch. Her hand wraps around your bicep, and you can feel how small her fingers are compared to the circumference of your arm.

"We'll make it work," she says, looking up at you. "You don't need to worry about anything. Just love us." She pauses, then adds with brutal honesty, "Or pretend to love us. We're not picky."

"While you're fucking us daily," Winter adds from her spot, and the effortless way she says it makes your cock twitch on reflex.

"You'll do great," Hanni says with confidence. "You have plenty of stamina. You're an athlete, after all."

Your mind is racing. Four nerdy girls. Dating them would tank your social status. Everyone would mock you. But these four nerdy girls could save your entire college career. They could make sure you graduate, make sure you stay on the rugby team.

And they're not ugly. Weird? Definitely. Socially awkward? Absolutely. But ugly? No.

"Okay," you hear yourself say.

All four girls freeze.

"Okay?" Hanni repeats.

"I'll do it. I'll be your boyfriend. Boyfriends. Whatever." You take a deep breath. "I'll date you. All of you."

The reaction is immediate: excited giggles, squeals that they try to muffle, hands over mouths in disbelief. Dahyun's grip on your arm tightens. She's looking at you with those wide eyes behind her glasses.

"Were you lying?" she asks suddenly. "When you complimented my pigtails. Were you just pretending to like me?"

"No," you say honestly. "I wasn't lying about that. I really did think they looked good on you."

Her face breaks into this brilliant smile. "I knew it!”

Something about that smile, the genuine happiness in it, makes you do something you hadn't planned. You reach up, cup her face with one hand, and lean in.

Dahyun makes this small surprised noise against your mouth, and then she's kissing you back with clumsy enthusiasm. Her lips are soft, There’s something sweet and refreshing in the way she tastes, almost like mint. Probably just her toothpaste lingering on your tongue. You can feel her trembling slightly, and when you pull back, she's staring at you with this dazed expression.

"Oh my god," she whispers. "Oh my god, that just happened. I'm going to faint. I think I'm actually going to faint."

"My turn!" Winter says immediately.

"No, me!" Haewon argues.

"I want—"

"Girls," Hanni cuts through the chaos. "Everyone will have their moment. I promise."

She turns to you and extends her hand, businesslike despite the slight tremor in it. "So. Do we have a deal?"

You reach out and shake her hand. "Yes. We have a deal." The second your hand closes around hers, you tug. Hard.

Hanni lets out a surprised squeak as you pull her forward and down, right onto your lap. She lands with a soft thump, her ass settling on your thighs, and freezes completely. You can feel how tense she is, how her breathing has gone shallow.

"It's okay," you murmur, wrapping one arm around her waist to steady her. "I'll be your boyfriend. I'll do everything you asked." You lean in close, lips brushing the shell of her ear, and lower your voice to a whisper that only she can hear. "Good job figuring out my plan."

Hanni shivers, and you feel it run through her whole body. "It was obvious," she manages, but it's trembling slightly against your body. "You were obvious. We're not stupid."

"I noticed." You press a kiss to the side of her neck, just below her ear, and she gasps. "You're all pretty Machiavellian, actually. I'm impressed." Your lips trail along her neck, and you feel her tilt her head slightly, giving you better access. "Turning my own game bsheack on me," you continue between kisses. "Making me the one who needs you instead. That's smart."

Hanni turns her face toward you.

"We're not going to be your victims," she says, with the last shred of determination she has left.

"No," you agree. "You're not."

Then you kiss her properly. Your hand comes up to cup the back of her head, fingers threading through her still-damp hair, and you capture her mouth with yours. Unlike Dahyun's enthusiastic clumsiness, Hanni kisses carefully at first, almost experimentally. But when you deepen the kiss, when your tongue traces the seam of her lips, she opens for you with a soft sound that goes straight to your cock.

She tastes different from Dahyun, less sweet, more clean. Her hands come up to grip your shoulders like she needs the stability, and you can feel her heart hammering where her chest presses against yours.

When you finally pull back, Hanni's glasses are slightly fogged and crooked. Her lips are pink and slightly swollen, and she's staring at you with this dazed expression that's incredibly satisfying.

The room is dead silent except for everyone's heavy breathing.

You look around at the four girls (your girlfriends now, apparently) and see the same look on all their faces. Want. Need. Nervous anticipation.

"So, when do we start?” you ask with a grin, fully aware that despite everything, you can still knock each one of them off balance.

The question barely has time to settle in the air before all four of them answer in perfect unison:

"Now."

You blink, a surprised laugh escaping you. The synchronization would be funny if the way they're all looking at you wasn't making your blood run hot.

"What about the project?" you ask, and part of you can't believe those words just came out of your mouth. Since when do you care about schoolwork?

"It can wait," Hanni says, standing up from your lap with more confidence than you expected. "We have everything under control."

Winter nods in agreement. "We're ahead of schedule anyway. We can afford one night off."

"Let's go to my room," Hanni continues. "We'll have more... space there."

Space. Right. Your cock twitches at the implication.

You stand up, and immediately Winter is looking up at you with those big eyes behind her glasses, biting her lower lip.

"Can you carry me there?" she asks, almost shy.

Before you can respond, Haewon chimes in. "Me too?"

The size difference between you and them is striking when you're all standing. They barely come up to your shoulders, and you can tell from how they're looking at you that the height gap is doing something for them. Hell, it's doing something for you too.

"Yeah, okay," you say, and you reach down to scoop Winter up with your right arm, then Haewon with your left.

They're light. Stupidly light. You lift weights heavier than both of them combined during warmups. Winter lets out this surprised squeak and immediately wraps her arms around your neck, while Haewon grabs onto your shoulder.

"Me too!" Dahyun says, and before you can figure out the logistics, she's jumped onto your back, arms around your neck, legs wrapping around your waist.

So now you're standing in Hanni's living room carrying three nerdy girls like it's nothing, and the way they're all touching you, the weight of them against your body, is making you acutely aware of how real this is about to get. Hanni leads the way down the hall, and you follow, your cargo giggling nervously. Winter's face is pressed against your chest, and you can feel her rapid heartbeat. Haewon's grip on your shoulder is tight enough that you know she's anxious despite her bold request. And Dahyun is practically vibrating on your back.

When you reach Hanni's room, you have to duck slightly to get through the doorway without banging anyone's head. You walk to the bed and carefully deposit Winter and Haewon onto it. They sink into the mattress, looking up at you with flushed faces. Dahyun slides off your back reluctantly, her hands trailing down your arms as she moves to join the others.

The four of them are sitting on the bed now, lined up and staring at you like you're a present they're about to unwrap. Your heart is pounding. This is insane. This is actually happening.

Winter breaks the moment first. "Can you kiss me now?" She’s looking at you with those sad puppy eyes. "Please?"

You move closer to the bed, and she shifts to the edge to meet you. When you lean down, she has to tilt her head back significantly to reach you. The height difference means you have to support her, one hand coming up to cup the back of her head as you close the distance.

Her lips are soft and uncertain against yours. You can tell immediately that this is her first kiss from the way she freezes for a second, like she's not sure what to do. So you take it slow, keeping it gentle, just pressing your lips to hers and waiting for her to catch up. When she does, when she starts kissing you back, it's with this careful attention. Her hands come up to rest on your chest, and you feel her fingers curl slightly into your shirt.

You're so focused on Winter that you don't notice Haewon moving until you feel her pressed against your side. Then her face is buried in your neck, and she's inhaling deeply.

"God," she breathes against your skin. "I've wanted to do this for so long."

It should be weird. It probably is weird. But the feeling of her nose pressed to the column of your throat, the way she's breathing you in like she's starving for it, sends heat straight to your cock.

"You smell so good," Haewon murmurs. "It's addictive. Boy smell. Fuck, it's so good."

You pull back from Winter, whose lips are now pink and slightly parted, glasses askew and eyes dazed. She looks thoroughly kissed and utterly wrecked from just that.

"My turn," Haewon says immediately.

When you kiss her, it's different from the others. Haewon kisses like she's been thinking about this for months, like she's got a point to prove. Her hand comes up to grip the back of your neck, pulling you down harder, and when you part your lips she follows your lead immediately.

Winter has moved now, and you feel her on your other side, mimicking what Haewon did. Her face presses to your neck and she inhales.

"Oh," she says softly. "Oh, Haewon was right. You smell really good."

There's something powerful about having them smell you, about the way they're reacting to your natural scent like it's a drug.

You end the kiss with Haewon by catching her bottom lip gently between your teeth and tugging slightly. When you pull back fully, all four girls are staring at you with blown pupils and flushed cheeks.

Reality crashes back for a second. You're about to fuck four virgins. Four girls who've probably never done anything more than kiss, and even that's new for most of them.

"Condoms," you say. "Do you have any?"

All four of them go bright red simultaneously.

"We don't," Hanni admits, and she looks embarrassed. "We didn't exactly... plan for this scenario."

"But we're clean," Winter adds quickly. "And we're all on birth control."

Dahyun lets out one of her nervous laughs. "Even though it's never been necessary. Until now."

"I knew it would come in handy someday," Winter says with something almost like pride.

You put both hands on your hips, thinking. The responsible thing would be to wait, to go buy condoms. But looking at four eager, nervous girls who've just blackmailed you into being their boyfriend, responsibility feels pretty far away.

"I'm clean too," you tell them. "Athletes get regular checkups. It's required for the team."

"Okay," Hanni says, straightening up like she's steeling herself. "Okay. So we're doing this."

"Don't just stand there," you say, injecting some authority. "Start taking off your clothes."

Their reaction is immediate. All four of them start stripping with fumbling, nervous hands. Dahyun gets her shirt stuck on her pigtails and has to wrestle it off. Winter's fingers shake so badly she has trouble with her buttons. Haewon just yanks her plaid shirt open, sending a button flying. Hanni pulls her t-shirt over her head in one motion.

You toe off your sneakers and reach for the hem of your own shirt. When you pull it over your head, you hear a collective intake of breath.

All four girls have frozen in various states of undress, staring at your torso. You're not blind to how you look. Rugby keeps you built, and you work hard to maintain it.

"Holy shit," Dahyun whispers.

They're all in their underwear now, and you take a moment to actually look at them. None of them are wearing anything sexy or fancy. It's all comfortable, practical stuff. Hanni's got simple black cotton. Winter's wearing a matching cream set that's almost modest. Dahyun's is pink with little patterns. Haewon's is plain white. Somehow that makes it hotter. This wasn't planned. This isn't some seduction scenario they prepared for.

"Take off my pants," you instruct, and you watch them exchange glances.

They move forward together, kneeling in front of you on the bed and reaching for your belt. Eight small hands fumbling with the buckle, the button, the zipper. They're so nervous that it takes longer than it should, but eventually they get it open.

Winter and Hanni hook their fingers in your waistband and tug downward. Your pants slide down your legs and you step out of them, leaving you in just your boxer briefs.

The bulge is obvious. Impossible to miss. Your cock has been half hard since you kissed Dahyun in the living room, and now it's straining against the fabric, a clear outline visible.

All four girls are staring at it.

"You look beautiful like this.” And it's true. They're all kneeling on the bed in front of you in their simple underwear, glasses slightly askew, hair mussed, lips swollen from kissing. "Kneeling before me."

Haewon swallows hard enough that you can see it. "Can we..." She licks her lips. "Can we take off your underwear?"

The fact that she asked permission does something to you. These girls who blackmailed you, who have you over a barrel, are still asking permission like they're not sure they're allowed.

"Go ahead," you say.

Dahyun and Winter reach for your waistband together. They peel your boxer briefs down slowly, and when your cock springs free, all four of them make various sounds of shock. You're big. You know you're big. Nine inches, thick, and right now you're rock hard and leaking precum from the tip.

"Oh my god," Winter breathes.

"That's..." Hanni trails off, unable to finish the sentence.

"That's going inside us?" Dahyun asks, it's hard to tell if she's worried or anxious about it.

Haewon just stares, mouth slightly open, and you watch her tongue dart out to wet her lips unconsciously. Your cock twitches under their attention, and another bead of precum wells at the tip.

"Touch it," you say, because watching them stare is making you insane. "Go on."

Four pairs of eyes snap up to your face, then back down to your cock. Then, hesitantly, small hands start reaching forward.

The first touch is featherlight and hesitant. Winter's fingers make contact first, just her fingertips grazing along your shaft, and you watch her eyes widen behind her glasses at the feeling of hot, rigid flesh under her hand. She looks almost scared for a second, like she can't believe this is real, like she's waiting for someone to tell her she's not allowed. Then Hanni's hand joins hers, wrapping around you from the other side, and the contrast between your thick cock and her small hand is insane. Her fingers don't even close all the way around your girth. Dahyun reaches out next, her touch landing on your balls, cupping them gently and making an awed sound when she feels the weight of them. Haewon's hand slides up your thigh first, teasing, before finally wrapping around the base of your shaft where the others haven't claimed territory yet.

"It's so hot," Winter murmurs unconsciously, her palm sliding experimentally up your length. The precum at your tip makes the glide easier, and when her fingers brush over the head of your cock, slick with it, she brings her hand up to look at the clear fluid coating her fingertips. "And wet."

"That's precum," Hanni explains, though her tone suggests she's only ever read about it, never seen it in person. Her hand starts moving in slow, exploratory strokes, learning the shape and feel of you. "It means he's turned on."

"Of course he's turned on," Dahyun says with a breathy giggle, rolling your balls gently in her palm. "Look at us. Four girls touching his dick. What guy wouldn't be?"

You groan at the sensation of eight hands on you, exploring every inch of your cock and balls with curious, unpracticed touches. They're not trying to make you cum yet. They're just learning, mapping you out. The academic approach they're taking to examining your dick is so perfectly them that you almost laugh, except Haewon chooses that moment to lean in close.

Her face gets within inches of your cock, and then she inhales deeply, her nose nearly touching your shaft. The sound she makes is almost a whimper, needy and desperate. Winter notices and mirrors her action, leaning in from the other side and breathing in your scent. Both girls look absolutely gone, pupils blown wide, lips parted.

"Fuck, it smells even better here," Haewon says, her breath ghosting over your sensitive skin and making you twitch in their hands. She presses her nose right against the base of your cock, where your scent is strongest, and inhales again. "It's so masculine. So different from anything else."

Winter is doing the same thing on the opposite side, her face buried against you, breathing you in with little gasping breaths. "It's making me dizzy," she admits, and her hand tightens around you reflexively. "I can't stop. I don't want to stop."

"You two are ridiculous," Hanni says, but there's no real criticism here. If anything, she sounds curious, and you see her lean in a bit to catch your scent herself, though she's not as blatant about it as the other two.

Dahyun has moved from your balls to stroking your shaft, her small hand pumping you slowly. "It's so thick I can barely hold it," she says, giggling nervously. "And it keeps twitching. Does that feel good?"

"Yeah," you manage. Having four nerdy virgins explore your cock like it's a science experiment is doing things to your brain. "Keep going."

They do, settling into a rhythm where they're passing your cock between them, each taking turns stroking while the others touch your balls, your thighs, your lower abs. Haewon and Winter keep returning to press their faces against you, inhaling your scent with increasing desperation. You can feel Winter's glasses bumping against your hip as she nuzzles in.

"I want to taste it," Haewon says suddenly, pulling back just enough to look up at you. Her face is flushed. "Can I?"

Before you can answer, she's leaning in and dragging her tongue up the underside of your shaft in one long, slow lick. The sensation makes your hips jerk involuntarily, and she moans like you're the best thing she's ever tasted.

"Oh god," Winter breathes, watching Haewon. "I want to try too."

Soon all four of them are licking you, tongues dragging over every inch of your cock and balls they can reach. It's messy and uncoordinated, but the enthusiasm more than makes up for the lack of technique. Hanni licks around the head, catching the precum that's leaking steadily now. Dahyun focuses on your balls, her tongue tracing over them while she cups them in one hand. Winter and Haewon are worshiping your shaft, their tongues occasionally meeting in the middle and sliding against each other as much as against you.

The sight of four nerdy girls in their plain underwear and glasses, all licking your cock like it's a popsicle they're sharing, It's too much for you to process. You thread your fingers through Hanni's hair, partly to steady yourself and partly because you need to touch one of them.

"Fuck," you breathe, watching them work. "You're all so eager."

"We've been thinking about this," Hanni admits between licks, looking up at you with hazy eyes. "Since we made the deal. Maybe before that, if I'm honest."

"Definitely before," Dahyun agrees, and then she takes one of your balls into her mouth, sucking gently and making you curse.

You let them explore for another minute, but your patience is running thin. Your cock is aching, throbbing with need, and watching them lick and kiss it without actually sucking it is bordering on torture.

"Suck it," you say, and your words comes out commanding in a way that makes all four of them freeze and look up at you. "Stop teasing and actually suck my cock."

Hanni shifts positions, kneeling higher, and wraps her lips around the head of your cock. The wet heat of her mouth makes you groan, and she starts bobbing shallowly, only taking a few inches before pulling back. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks, and even though her technique is clearly amateur, the enthusiasm in her eyes as she looks up at you makes it incredibly hot.

Winter is next, gently pushing Hanni aside to take her turn. She opens her mouth wide and takes you deeper than Hanni managed, and you feel the head of your cock hit the back of her throat before she gags slightly and pulls back, coughing.

"Easy," you tell her, reaching down to stroke her cheek. "You don't have to take it all at once."

She nods, eyes watering slightly, and tries again with more care. This time she finds a rhythm she can manage, bobbing on the first few inches while her hand strokes the rest. Her tongue swirls around the head every time she pulls back, and the attention to that sensitive spot has your thighs tensing.

Dahyun practically shoves Winter out of the way in her eagerness, wrapping her lips around you and moaning at the taste. Her pigtails frame her face perfectly, and you can't resist reaching down to wrap one around your fist, using it to guide her movements. She whimpers at the control but doesn't resist, letting you push her down a bit further onto your cock before pulling her back by her hair.

"That's it," you encourage, and she moans again, the vibration traveling through you. "Use that pretty mouth."

Haewon is the last to take her turn, and she's the most aggressive about it. She swallows you down like she's trying to win a competition, taking you deeper than any of the others managed before choking and having to pull off, strings of saliva connecting her lips to your cock.

They rotate like that, taking turns sucking you while the others lick your shaft and balls, occasionally stopping to catch their breath or wipe the spit from their chins. Their glasses keep fogging up from their heavy breathing and the heat, and more than once someone has to take theirs off to clean them before diving back in.

"You're all doing so good," you tell them, and the praise makes them work even harder, competing for your approval. "Such good girls, worshiping my cock like this."

The combination of four mouths and eight hands working together is overwhelming. Your balls are already tightening, orgasm building embarrassingly fast, but you force it back. Not yet. You want to draw this out, want to enjoy the sight of these four nerdy virgins servicing you like their lives depend on it.

Which, in a way, they do. Your academic future is in their hands. And right now, your cock is in their mouths.

Fair trade.

They're getting bolder now, more confident in their exploration. What started as tentative licks and careful kisses has evolved into something hungrier, messier. Spit is dripping down your shaft, coating your balls, making everything slick and obscene. Hanni takes you deep enough that her eyes water, and when she pulls off there's a thick string of saliva connecting her lips to your cock that doesn't break until Winter leans in to take her place.

Winter wraps both hands around your base and focuses her attention on your balls, sucking one into her mouth while she strokes you. The dual sensation of her hot mouth on your sac and her small hands working your shaft makes your abs clench. She hums contentedly, like this is exactly where she wants to be, and the vibration travels through you in the best way.

"Let me help," Dahyun says, diving in to take your other ball in her mouth. Now both of them are down there, their faces pressed together as they worship your balls with eager tongues and soft lips. You can hear the wet sounds of them sucking and licking, can feel their occasional moans vibrating against sensitive skin.

Haewon takes advantage of your distracted state to swallow you down again, and this time she pushes further, fighting her gag reflex to take more of you. She makes it maybe six inches before she has to pull back, coughing and gasping, but the pride in her eyes when she looks up at you is unmistakable.

"I almost got it all," she says, breathless and determined. "I want to try again."

"Your turn," Hanni says, tapping Winter's shoulder. "I want his balls."

They switch positions fluidly, working together. It's honestly impressive how well they're coordinating, taking turns and making sure every part of your cock gets attention. Your shaft is absolutely dripping now, coated in their combined saliva, glistening in the soft light of Hanni's bedroom.

Dahyun pulls off your balls with a wet sound and grins up at you, her lips swollen and shiny. "This is so hot. I can't believe we're actually doing this."

"Me neither," Winter agrees, stroking you while Haewon catches her breath. "I thought about this so many times but never thought it would actually happen."

"What did you think about?" you ask, genuinely curious, and all four of them exchange glances.

"This," Hanni admits. "All of us, together, with you. Taking turns."

"I thought about what you'd taste like," Winter adds, blushing but not looking away. "If you'd be big. You're bigger than I imagined."

"I thought about you fucking my throat," Haewon says bluntly, and the crude language sounds so wrong coming from quiet, studious Haewon that it makes your cock twitch visibly. "Using me."

Using.

"Oh my god, yes," Dahyun breathes, her eyes lighting up. "Like in porn. I want you to use us like sluts."

The other girls nod eagerly, and you can see the want written plainly on their faces.

"You sure?" you ask, because despite everything, despite the blackmail and the arrangement, you need to make sure. "It's going to be rough."

"We want rough," Winter insists. "We're tired of being treated like we're fragile. We can handle it."

"Please," Hanni adds. "We want to feel it. We want you to really fuck our mouths."

Your hand tightens in Dahyun's pigtails, and she whimpers, eyes fluttering closed. "Like this?"

"Exactly like that," she confirms, opening her mouth invitingly. "Use my hair. Use my throat. I can take it."

You don't need more invitation than that. You guide her mouth back onto your cock, but this time you don't let her set the pace. Using her pigtails like handlebars, exactly like you'd fantasized about since you first saw them, you push her down onto your shaft. She takes you deeper than before, and you watch her throat work as she tries to swallow around you.

"Fuck, look at her throat," Haewon says. She reaches out, pressing her fingers gently against Dahyun's neck, and her eyes go wide. "Holy shit, I can feel it! I can feel your cock bulging in her throat."

Winter and Hanni immediately crowd in to feel too, all three of them touching Dahyun's throat while you're buried in it. Dahyun's eyes are watering but she's not resisting, not pulling back, and when you glance down you can see the obscene bulge of your cockhead distending her throat from the inside.

"That's so hot," Winter murmurs, tracing the bulge with her fingertips. "You're so deep in her."

You pull Dahyun back by her pigtails, giving her a chance to breathe, and she gasps desperately, strings of drool falling from her lips.

"Again," she pants out. "Do it again. Fuck my throat."

This time you're less gentle, using her hair to pull her onto your cock in a steady rhythm. She gags and chokes but doesn't tap out, letting you use her mouth like a fleshlight. The wet, obscene sounds of her struggling to take you fill the room, punctuated by her muffled moans.

"My turn," Haewon says when you finally pull Dahyun off completely. "I want to feel that."

You switch to Haewon, gripping her hair at the roots and guiding her onto your spit soaked cock. She opens wide, relaxing her throat as much as she can, and you push in steadily. The resistance of her throat gives way and you slide deep, watching your shaft disappear between her lips. Her hands fly to your thighs for balance but she doesn't push you away.

"Oh fuck, look at that," Dahyun says, still catching her breath. She reaches out to touch Haewon's throat just like the others did to her. "That's your whole cock. Well, most of it."

"She's taking it so well," Hanni observes, her hand sliding between her own legs unconsciously. "Does it feel good?"

"So fucking good," you confirm, holding Haewon down for a few seconds before letting her up for air. "Her throat is so tight."

Haewon pulls off, coughing and gasping, but she's smiling. "More," she demands. "I can take more."

You fuck her throat in earnest this time, finding a rhythm that has her gagging and drooling all over your cock. The other girls are touching her, encouraging her, telling her how good she looks with your cock down her throat. When you finally pull out, her face is a mess of tears and spit and she looks absolutely debauched.

Winter is next, she’s probably the slimmest of the group. When you push into her throat, the bulge is incredibly obvious, your cock clearly visible through the delicate skin of her neck.

"Holy shit," you breathe. Your cock literally looks like it's splitting her open from the inside.

"Can you feel it?" Dahyun asks Winter, pressing her hand to the bulge. "Can you feel how deep he is?"

Winter can't answer with your cock buried in her throat, but she nods slightly, tears streaming down her face. You hold her there, feeling her throat convulsing around you as she struggles with your size, before pulling her off.

"You're doing so good," you tell her, wiping some of the spit from her chin. "Such a good girl, taking my cock like that."

"I love it," she admits between coughs. "I love feeling you in my throat. It's everything I imagined."

Hanni takes her turn next, and she's clearly been paying attention to what works. She relaxes her throat and lets you slide in deep, and when you start fucking her face properly she moans around you, the vibration making your balls tighten.

"Touch yourselves," you tell the other three while you use Hanni's mouth. "I want to see you get off on this."

They obey immediately, hands sliding into their panties. Dahyun's still wearing hers, the pink fabric darkened with a wet spot at the crotch. Winter and Haewon have matching expressions of pleasure as they rub their clits, eyes glued to the sight of your cock pistoning in and out of Hanni's throat.

"This is so fucking hot," Haewon pants, two fingers working between her legs. "Watching you destroy her throat while we touch ourselves."

"I'm already so wet," Winter adds, her hips rocking into her own hand. "I'm going to cum just from watching this."

You pull out of Hanni's throat and she immediately gasps, "Use Dahyun again. I want to see you really fuck her face."

Dahyun scrambles back into position, those pigtails practically begging to be grabbed. This time you're not gentle at all. You wrap both pigtails around your fists and use them to literally pull her face onto your cock, over and over, fucking her throat with purpose. The angle lets you get deeper, and you can see your cock bulging in her throat with every thrust.

"Oh my god, look at that," Hanni breathes, mesmerized. She's kneeling right next to Dahyun, face inches away, watching your cock disappear into her friend's mouth. "You're fucking her so deep."

"Does it hurt?" Winter asks Dahyun, concerned but clearly aroused.

Dahyun pulls off long enough to gasp out, "Hurts so good," before you're pushing her back down.

The four of them take turns like this, each getting their throat fucked while the others watch and touch themselves and offer encouragement. They've transformed from nervous virgins into eager participants, begging for your cock, competing to see who can take you deepest.

"Fuck, I want all of you at once," you say, pulling out of Haewon's mouth. "Line up. Let me use all your mouths."

They arrange themselves in a row, all on their knees, faces tilted up and mouths open. You move from one to the next, fucking each of their throats for a few strokes before moving on. Dahyun to Winter to Haewon to Hanni and back again, leaving all of them gasping and drooling and begging for more.

"Please," Hanni pants when you pull out of her mouth. "Please don't stop. Use us however you want."

"We're yours," Winter adds. "Your sluts. Just like we said."

The crude talk coming from these nerdy girls is destroying your self control, but you hold back, not ready to cum yet. You want to draw this out, want to enjoy having four devoted mouths servicing you for as long as possible.

"Who wants to try taking all of it?" you challenge, stroking your spit soaked cock. "Who thinks they can swallow my whole cock?"

"Me," Dahyun says immediately, always eager. "I want to try."

You guide her onto your cock slowly, watching inch by inch disappear between her lips. She's gagging and her eyes are streaming, but she doesn't give up. When you hit the back of her throat, you push a bit further, and her throat opens for you. Seven inches. Eight. Your cock is buried in her throat, her nose almost touching your pelvis, and the bulge in her neck is obscene.

All three other girls immediately reach out to touch it, their hands overlapping on Dahyun's throat, feeling your cock through her skin.

"She did it," Haewon whispers, awed. "She's taking all of you."

You hold her there for just a moment before pulling out, and Dahyun collapses forward, coughing and gasping but grinning triumphantly.

"I fucking did it," she rasps, sounding wrecked. "I took your whole cock."

"You're amazing," you tell her honestly. “You all are. Such perfect sluts for me."

Your cock is throbbing, aching with need after all that attention from four eager mouths. The sight of them kneeling there, faces flushed and messy with spit and tears, glasses fogged or askew, is driving you completely insane. You want more. You need more.

"Take off your underwear. All of you."

All four girls spark with sudden excitement the second the words leave your mouth. They scramble to obey, fumbling with clasps and hooks with shaking hands. Hanni's black panties hit the floor first, followed quickly by Winter's cream colored set. Dahyun struggles with her bra clasp for a moment before Haewon helps her, and then they're all completely naked except for their glasses.

You take a moment to just look at them. Four beautiful nerdy girls, stripped bare for you, nipples hard and visible arousal coating their inner thighs. In a way, this is just as new for you as it is for them, and you’re excited about all the possibilities four nerdy girls can offer you.

"This is really happening," Dahyun says, hands moving to cover herself before she forces them back down. "We're really doing this."

"We're losing our virginities," Winter adds with wonder. "Together. All of us."

You move to lie down on the bed, your cock standing rigid against your abs, still slick from their mouths. The girls watch you arrange yourself, eyes following every movement.

"Winter," you say, holding out your hand to her. "Come here."

She moves forward on shaky legs, and you can see goosebumps rising on her pale skin. Winter is delicate looking, with soft curves and smooth skin. Her breasts are small and perky, topped with pink nipples that are hard as diamonds. Her waist dips in before flaring slightly at her hips, and between her legs you can see her pussy glistening, already wet from all the foreplay.

"You're going to ride me," you tell her, guiding her to straddle your hips. "That way you can control the pace. Control how deep."

She nods, positioning herself over you, her thighs on either side of your hips. You wrap one hand around your cock to hold it steady, angling it up toward her entrance. With your other hand, you grip her hip, feeling how small she is under your palm.

"Go slow," you instruct as she starts to lower herself. "It's going to hurt at first, but it'll pass. Just take your time."

The head of your cock makes contact with her entrance, and she gasps at the sensation. You can feel how tight she is, how her body is resisting the intrusion. She bites her lip and pushes down slowly, and you feel yourself start to breach her.

"Oh god," Winter whimpers, and her thighs are trembling. "It's so big. I don't know if it'll fit."

"It'll fit," Hanni encourages from the side. "Just breathe. You can do this."

"We're so proud of you," Dahyun adds, reaching out to squeeze Winter's hand. "You're losing your virginity to our hot boyfriend. You're not a loser anymore."

Winter manages a shaky smile at that, even as she's struggling to take more of you inside. "I'm not a loser anymore," she repeats. "I have a boyfriend. I'm having sex."

"Damn right," Haewon says, grinning. "We're not those pathetic virgin nerds anymore. We're getting dicked down by a rugby player."

Winter pushes down another inch, and you feel resistance give way as you breach her hymen. She cries out, fingernails digging into your chest, and her whole body goes rigid.

"Breathe," you remind her, rubbing soothing circles on her hip. "The worst part is over."

She's panting heavily, tears leaking from behind her glasses. "I can't believe this is happening," she gasps. "I'm going to rub this in Karina's face. That bitch called me a loser last semester. Well guess what? I have a boyfriend now. I'm having sex. I'm super smart AND I'm getting fucked. And I'm a fetish for so many guys too!"

"Maybe skip that last part," Hanni suggests gently.

"Yeah, the fetish thing is a bit much," Dahyun agrees. "But the rest? Definitely throw it in her face!"

Winter laughs breathlessly, and the movement makes her sink down another inch onto your cock. She whimpers at the sensation but doesn't try to pull off. She keeps working herself down slowly, taking you inch by inch. You can feel every flutter of her inner walls, every clench as her body adjusts to the intrusion. By the time she's halfway down your shaft, she's sweating and shaking.

"I need my inhaler," she pants out suddenly. "I can't breathe properly."

Hanni immediately lunges for Winter's bag, digging through it until she finds the small device. She hands it over and Winter takes two quick puffs, holding her breath before exhaling slowly. The medication seems to help because her breathing evens out.

"Better?" you ask.

"Better," she confirms, setting the inhaler aside. "What do I do now?"

"Now you can start moving," you tell her, running your hands up her sides. "Rock your hips. Find what feels good."

Winter's body is a work of art in motion as she starts to move. Her small breasts bounce slightly with each roll of her hips, nipples hard and begging to be sucked. Her stomach is soft and smooth, with a subtle natural definition that you find incredibly appealing. Between her legs, you can see your thick cock splitting her open, her pussy stretched obscenely around your girth. Her thighs tremble with the effort of riding you, pale skin flushed pink.

She starts with small, experimental movements, just rocking back and forth. Then she tries lifting up slightly before sinking back down, and the sensation makes you both groan. She's so incredibly tight, gripping you like a vice, and every movement sends waves of pleasure rolling through your entire body.

Your eyes drift to Dahyun, who's watching intently while her hand works between her own legs. Her pigtails are mussed from when you used them to fuck her throat, and there's still dried spit on her chin. But what catches your attention is the way her small breasts heave with rapid breaths.

"Dahyun," you say, and her eyes snap to yours. "Come sit on my face. I want to taste that pink little pussy."

Her eyes go wide behind her glasses. "Really?"

"Get up here."

That's all she needs to hear. Dahyun's body is pale and petite as she scrambles onto the bed. Her breasts are small handfuls, topped with light pink nipples that match the color of her pussy. Her waist is tiny, emphasizing the slight flare of her hips. She's got this girl next door quality to her, innocent looking despite the absolutely filthy things you just did to her throat.

She climbs over you carefully, mindful of where Winter is riding your cock. When she's positioned over your face, you can see her pussy is absolutely dripping, arousal coating her inner thighs. Her lips are swollen and pink, and you can see her clit peeking out from its hood.

"Are you sure?" she asks nervously. "I've never done anything like this before."

"Sit," you command, gripping her thighs and pulling her down.

The moment her pussy makes contact with your mouth, she cries out. You don't waste time with teasing. You dive in like a man starving, licking broad stripes up her slit before focusing on her clit. She tastes sweet and musky, distinctly feminine, and you groan against her.

"Oh fuck," Dahyun whimpers, her thighs clamping around your head. "Oh fuck, that feels so good."

Below her, Winter is finding her rhythm, bouncing on your cock with increasing confidence. You can feel her getting wetter, her movements smoother as her body adjusts and starts producing more natural lubrication. The combination of Winter's tight pussy gripping your cock and Dahyun's taste flooding your mouth is almost overwhelming.

You seal your lips around Dahyun's clit and suck, and her reaction is immediate. She grinds down against your face, essentially riding your tongue, those pigtails swinging with the motion. One of your hands leaves her thigh to grip her ass, kneading the soft flesh and pulling her even closer.

"How does it feel?" Hanni asks Winter.

"Amazing," Winter gasps out, still bouncing steadily. "So full. I feel so full. His cock is so deep inside me."

"You look so hot," Haewon adds. "Both of you do. Riding him like that."

Your tongue works between Dahyun's folds, occasionally dipping inside her entrance to taste her directly from the source. She's incredibly sensitive, jumping and gasping at every touch. When you return your attention to her clit, alternating between licking and sucking, her thighs start to tremble.

"I can't believe this is happening," Dahyun pants. "His tongue is inside me. His actual tongue. This is better than anything I imagined."

Winter's pace picks up, and you can feel her starting to take you deeper. She's more than halfway down your shaft now, her body slowly accommodating your size. Every time she sinks down, you hear her breath hitch. Every time she rises up, she whimpers at the drag of your cock against her sensitive walls.

"Does it still hurt?" Dahyun asks her, grinding against your mouth.

"A little," Winter admits. "But it's good hurt. And it's starting to feel really, really good too."

You redouble your efforts on Dahyun's pussy, licking and sucking with purpose. Your other hand slides up to play with her breast, rolling her nipple between your fingers. She keens at the dual sensation, her hips moving frantically against your face.

"Oh god, oh god," she chants. "Your tongue is so good. So much better than my fingers."

Winter is really riding you now, using your chest for leverage as she bounces with abandon. You can feel her inner walls starting to flutter, can hear the wet sounds of your cock driving in and out of her soaked pussy. The bed creaks beneath you, and somewhere you register Hanni and Haewon's heavy breathing as they watch.

"Take him deeper," Haewon encourages Winter. "You can do it. Take that whole cock."

Winter tries, sinking down further than before, and you feel yourself hit her cervix. She gasps and freezes, adjusting to the sensation of being completely filled.

"That's it," you say against Dahyun's pussy. "Good girl. Take it all."

The praise spurs Winter on. She starts moving again, working herself up and down your length, each thrust taking you balls deep. Her pussy is gripping you so tight it's almost painful, and the heat and wetness are driving you insane.

Dahyun is getting close to something, you can tell by the way her movements are becoming erratic, the way her thighs are quivering. You focus all your attention on her clit, sucking hard while two fingers slide inside her dripping entrance. She's just as tight as Winter, her walls clenching around your digits as you curl them upward.

"What's happening?" Dahyun gasps. "Something's happening. I feel weird. Really weird but really good."

"You're close," Hanni tells her knowledgeably. "Just let it happen."

But you ease off before she can reach that peak, wanting to draw this out longer. Dahyun whines in protest, trying to grind harder against your face, but you hold her hips still.

"Not yet," you say, pulling back to look up at her flushed face. "I want to make this last."

She looks down at you with glazed eyes, her lips swollen from biting them. "You're mean."

"I'm thorough," you correct, landing a light smack on her ass that makes her yelp. "Now keep grinding. Show me how badly you want it."

Winter is still riding your cock with determination, and you can see the concentration on her face as she works. Sweat is beading on her forehead, her glasses slipping down her nose. She's absolutely beautiful like this, lost in the sensation of being filled.

You return your attention to Dahyun's pussy, licking and teasing but not quite giving her enough to push her over the edge. It's torture for both of you, but the drawn out pleasure is worth it.

Winter's rhythm is becoming more confident now, she's bouncing on your cock with real purpose, taking you deeper with each downward stroke until you're bottoming out inside her with every thrust. Her small breasts bounce enticingly with the movement, her pale skin turning pink with exertion and arousal. The wet sounds of her pussy taking your cock fill the room, obscene and perfect, and you can feel how much wetter she's getting as her body fully accepts the intrusion.

Above you, Dahyun is grinding her pussy against your face with increasing desperation. You've been edging her for what feels like forever, bringing her right to the brink before backing off, and she's practically sobbing with need. Her thighs are trembling on either side of your head, and you can taste how close she is, her arousal coating your chin and lips.

"Please," Dahyun whimpers, her hands gripping the headboard for stability. "Please let me cum. I need it so badly. Your tongue feels so good and I just need to cum."

You decide to have mercy on her. You seal your lips around her clit and suck hard while your fingers pump inside her, curling to hit that sensitive spot. The reaction is instantaneous. Dahyun's whole body goes rigid, her back arching, and then she's screaming as her orgasm crashes through her.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm cumming!" she cries out, grinding hard against your mouth as wave after wave of pleasure rocks through her. "Holy shit, I'm actually cumming on your face!"

You work her through it, licking and sucking as her pussy clenches rhythmically around your fingers. She's gushing, her arousal flooding your mouth, and you drink it down greedily. Her pigtails swing wildly as she thrashes, completely lost to the sensation of her first orgasm that wasn't self-induced.

Winter watches Dahyun's climax with wide eyes, her own movements faltering for a moment. "That looked intense," she pants, still riding you but clearly affected by seeing her friend fall apart.

"It was," Dahyun gasps, finally starting to come down. Her thighs are still shaking, and she carefully lifts off your face to collapse beside you on the bed. "Oh my god. That was nothing like when I do it myself. Nothing like it."

With Dahyun moved, you can see Winter clearly now, can watch her face as she rides you. She's biting her lip hard enough to leave marks, her brow furrowed in concentration. You grip her hips, helping guide her movements, and the new angle has your cock hitting something inside her that makes her eyes roll back.

"Oh," she gasps, her movements stuttering. "Oh, what was that?"

"Keep going," you encourage, angling her hips the same way. "Right there. Does that feel good?"

"Yes," she whimpers, and she's bouncing faster now, chasing that sensation. "Yes, right there. Don't stop. Please don't stop."

You don't. You keep her at that exact angle, meeting her downward thrusts with upward rolls of your hips that drive you deep and hit that spot inside her over and over. Winter's breathing is getting ragged, her movements becoming erratic, and you can feel her pussy starting to flutter around your cock in a way that tells you she's close.

Off to the side, you notice movement. Haewon has moved closer to Hanni, and her hand is trailing up Hanni's thigh in a way that's definitely not platonic. Hanni notices too, her eyes narrowing as she looks at her friend.

"Haewon?" Hanni's voice is uncertain but interested.

Haewon's response is to lean in and capture Hanni's lips in a kiss. It's not tentative or questioning. It's confident, and after a moment of surprise, Hanni is kissing back with equal enthusiasm. You watch them out of the corner of your eye, fascinated by this development, as Haewon's hand slides higher to cup Hanni's pussy.

They break apart for air, and Hanni is staring at Haewon with shock and arousal written plainly on her face. "I didn't know you liked girls too."

"I do," Haewon confirms, her fingers already working between Hanni's folds. "I like both. Always have."

"Me too," Hanni admits breathlessly, her hips rocking into Haewon's touch. "We could have been doing this so much earlier. We've wasted so much time."

"One time while I was masturbating, I imagined what it would be like if I had a dick and could fuck you doggy style," Haewon admits, a little embarrassed but clearly turned on. "I even have a strap-on on my Amazon wishlist because the idea gets me so hot.”

"Better late than never," Dahyun chimes in from where she's still recovering. "You're definitely getting that strap-on. Maybe we can help make your fantasy happen. Fuck, that's so kinky!”

Winter is barely paying attention to the conversation because she's too focused on the pleasure building in her core. Her movements are frantic now, and you can tell she's right on the edge. You thrust up harder to meet her, your hands gripping her hips tight, and you feel her start to tip over.

"Something's happening," Winter gasps, her eyes wide behind her fogged glasses. "I feel like I'm going to explode. Is this it? Am I going to cum?"

"Let it happen," you tell her, one hand sliding up to play with her nipple. "Just let go."

And she does. Winter's orgasm hits her like a freight train, her whole body convulsing as pleasure explodes through her. She throws her head back and screams, her pussy clamping down on your cock so hard it almost hurts. You can feel her inner walls rippling, pulsing around you as she rides out what's clearly the most intense thing she's ever felt.

"Holy fuck!" she cries, tears streaming down her face as the sensation overwhelms her. "Oh my god, oh my god, I'm cumming! I'm cumming on your cock!"

You keep thrusting up into her, prolonging her orgasm, watching her face contort in pleasure. She's absolutely beautiful like this, completely uninhibited, lost in sensation. Her small body is trembling, her thighs shaking uncontrollably, and she's making these high pitched keening sounds that go straight to your balls.

The orgasm seems to last forever, rolling through her in waves. Every time you think she's coming down, another thrust sends her spiraling again. She's sobbing now, overwhelmed, her hands pressed against your chest for stability as you fuck her through it.

"Too much," she finally gasps. "It's too much. I can't."

You slow your movements, letting her catch her breath, but you don't pull out. She's still twitching around you, aftershocks making her pussy clench sporadically. When she finally opens her eyes to look down at you, there's wonder written all over her face.

"That was..." She can't even finish the sentence.

"Your first orgasm during sex," you say, rubbing soothing circles on her hips. "How did it feel?"

"Intense," she manages. "So intense. I thought I was going to pass out. Is it always like that?"

"Sometimes even better," you tell her with a grin.

"I don't know if I can handle better," she admits, but she's smiling. "That was already almost too much."

Beside you, Haewon and Hanni have progressed from kissing to full on making out, their hands exploring each other's bodies with increasing boldness. Haewon has two fingers inside Hanni now, pumping steadily while her thumb circles Hanni's clit. Hanni is moaning into Haewon's mouth, her hips rocking to meet each thrust.

"You're so wet," Haewon murmurs against Hanni's lips. "You've been watching him fuck Winter and it got you soaked, didn't it?"

"Yes," Hanni admits without shame. "Watching her cum was so hot. I want that too. I want to feel that."

"You will," Haewon promises, her fingers speeding up. "We all will. He's going to fuck all of us and make us cum just like that."

The dirty talk combined with Haewon's skilled fingers has Hanni whimpering and grinding shamelessly. You can see her getting close, her breathing getting faster, her movements more erratic. Haewon notices too and focuses her attention on Hanni's clit, rubbing tight circles that have Hanni gasping.

Winter carefully lifts off your cock, whimpering at the loss, and moves to lie next to Dahyun. Both of them watch as Haewon works Hanni toward orgasm, their own hands drifting between their legs to lazily touch themselves as they observe.

"Come on," Haewon encourages, her free hand coming up to play with Hanni's breast. "Cum for me. Let me see you fall apart."

It doesn't take much longer. Hanni's back arches and she cries out, her pussy clenching around Haewon's fingers as her orgasm washes over her. It's not quite as intense as Winter's was, but it's still clearly powerful, leaving Hanni gasping and shaking in the aftermath.

"Fuck," Hanni breathes when she can speak again. "That was amazing. Your fingers are magic."

"Years of practice," Haewon says with a smirk, slowly withdrawing her fingers and bringing them to her mouth to suck clean. The gesture is filthy and has everyone staring.

Before you can even process what's happening next, Winter is suddenly leaning in toward you. Her small hand cups your jaw and she presses her lips to yours in a tender kiss. Her lips move against yours softly, and you can taste the salt from her tears.

"Thank you," she whispers when she finally pulls back. "That was perfect. You were perfect."

Dahyun immediately starts laughing, though it's fond rather than mocking. "Oh my god, you're already completely gone for him. Look at you, all starry eyed and grateful."

Winter's face flushes red but she doesn't deny it. "It's not my fault. His dick is perfect. Everything about him is perfect." She looks at Dahyun with a challenging expression. "Just wait until it's your turn. You'll see what I mean. You won't be laughing then."

"We'll see about that," Dahyun says, but her eyes drift down to your still hard cock, slick and glistening with Winter's arousal. She's already imagining it, already anticipating what it'll feel like inside her.

Haewon stands up from where she's been tangled with Hanni. "Me next," she announces, moving to the center of the bed. The other girls shift to make room, and Haewon lies back on the pillows, spreading her legs. From this angle you can see everything. Her pussy is already wet from Hanni's attention earlier, her lips swollen and pink, and as you watch she reaches down to spread herself open with her fingers in invitation.

You position yourself between her legs, and up close you can see how small she is, how tight her entrance looks. Your cock is still rock hard, throbbing with need, and when you wrap your hand around it to guide yourself into position, the contrast between your thick shaft and her delicate pussy is unbelievable. There's no way this isn't going to be a challenge.

Winter and Dahyun move to kneel on either side of you, close enough that you can feel the heat from their bodies. Haewon notices and her eyes narrow.

"Are you two just going to stand there and stare at me?"

"Yes," they answer in unison, and Dahyun grins. "We don't want to miss this for anything. This is historic. Haewon losing her virginity."

"You're going to take his huge cock," Winter adds, and her hand comes to rest on your shoulder, squeezing gently. "We want to watch you fall apart on it like I did."

You lean forward, using one hand to brace yourself above Haewon while the other guides your cock to her entrance. The head makes contact with her wetness and she inhales sharply, her whole body tensing. You rub yourself against her, coating your tip in her arousal and spreading it around, teasing her clit with each pass.

"I'll go slow," you promise, meeting her eyes. "Tell me if you need me to stop."

Haewon nods, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. "Okay. I'm ready. I think."

You start to push forward, applying steady pressure, and watch as her entrance starts to stretch around you. It's immediately clear that this is going to be difficult. Haewon is incredibly tight, even tighter than Winter was, and getting just the head of your cock inside her requires real effort. You push a bit harder and feel her body start to yield, her opening stretching wider to accommodate your girth.

"Oh fuck," Haewon gasps, and her hands fly up to grip your forearms. "Oh fuck, that's big. That's really big."

"Just the tip," Dahyun says from beside you, watching with rapt attention. "You're barely inside her and look how stretched she is already."

You push forward another inch and Haewon's back arches off the bed, her mouth falling open in a silent cry. Her eyes roll back slightly behind her glasses, and the expression on her face is pure overwhelmed pleasure and discomfort simultaneously.

"Breathe," you remind her, holding still to let her adjust. "You're doing so good. Taking me so well."

"It hurts," she whimpers, but even as she says it her hips are rocking slightly, like her body can't decide whether to pull away or take more. "You're too big. It's too much."

"You can handle it," Winter encourages, reaching down to stroke Haewon's hair. "I know it feels impossible but your body will adjust. Just breathe through it."

"Look at how wet you're getting," Dahyun observes, and she's right. Despite the obvious difficulty, Haewon's pussy is absolutely dripping, arousal coating your cock and running down to soak the sheets beneath her. "Your body wants it even if it's struggling to take it."

You pull back slightly and then push forward again, gaining another inch. Haewon cries out, her fingernails digging into your arms. Her pussy is gripping you so tight it's almost painful, her inner walls clenching and fluttering around the few inches you've managed to work inside.

"Holy shit, I can see you stretching her open," Hanni says from where she's moved to get a better view. "Her pussy looks like it's going to split."

"It feels like it's going to split," Haewon gasps, and tears are streaming down her face now, though you can't tell if they're from pain or pleasure or both. "Fuck, how much more is there?"

"You're maybe a quarter of the way down," you tell her, and she makes a sound that's half laugh, half sob.

"A quarter? Jesus Christ." She takes a shuddering breath and looks up at you with determination. "Keep going. I can take it. I want to take all of it."

You establish a rhythm, pushing forward in small increments and then holding still to let her body adjust before continuing. Each inch is a struggle, her tight channel resisting the intrusion even as it floods with more arousal. Haewon is a mess beneath you, alternating between gasping in pain and moaning in pleasure, her small body trembling with the effort of accommodating your size.

"That's it," you encourage, pushing deeper. "You're taking my cock so well. Such a good girl."

The praise makes her clench around you involuntarily, and she whimpers at the sensation. "It's so deep already. How are you not done yet?"

"Because he's fucking huge," Winter answers, her hand sliding down your back in a soothing gesture. "Nine inches of thick cock. It takes time."

"I want to touch," Dahyun says suddenly, and before anyone can respond her hand is sliding down between Haewon's legs to where you're penetrating her. Her fingers trace around Haewon's stretched entrance, feeling where she's wrapped around you. "Oh my god. You're stretched so tight around him. I can barely fit my finger alongside his cock."

Haewon makes a strangled sound at the additional sensation, her hips jerking. "Don't. Too much. Everything is too much."

But Dahyun doesn't remove her hand. Instead she moves up to circle Haewon's clit, applying gentle pressure. The effect is immediate. Haewon's pussy floods with more wetness and you're able to slide deeper, getting past the halfway point.

"There you go," Dahyun coos. "See? Your clit needs attention too. It helps."

You're nearly six inches deep now, and you can feel yourself pressing against Haewon's cervix. She's gasping with every breath, her chest heaving, and when you look down you can see the slight bulge in her lower abdomen where your cock is creating a visible distention.

"Look," you say, pressing your hand flat against her stomach. "You can see me inside you."

All three watching girls lean in to look, and their collective gasp is gratifying. Haewon tries to lift her head to see but can't manage it, too overwhelmed by sensation.

"That's so hot," Winter breathes. "Your cock is so deep in her that we can see it pushing her stomach out."

"I want a picture," Hanni says suddenly. "We need to document this. Our first times."

"Later," you grunt, because holding still this deep inside Haewon's impossibly tight pussy is taking all your self control. "Right now I need to move."

You pull back slowly and Haewon sobs in relief, but then you're pushing back in and she's crying out again. You start to fuck her with shallow thrusts, never pulling out more than a few inches before driving back in. Each thrust gets a little easier as her body produces more natural lubrication, as her muscles start to relax and accept the intrusion.

"Oh god," Haewon moans, and her legs come up to wrap around your waist, heels digging into your ass to pull you deeper. "Oh god, it's starting to feel good. Really good."

"Told you," Winter says smugly. "Your body adjusts and then it's amazing."

You pick up the pace slightly, driving into her with more force. The wet sounds of your cock pounding into her fill the room, obscene and perfect. Haewon's small tits are bouncing with each thrust, and Dahyun leans down to take one nipple in her mouth, sucking and biting gently.

"Too much," Haewon gasps, but she's arching into it rather than pulling away. "Everything is too much but I don't want you to stop. Don't stop. Please don't stop."

"I won't," you promise, angling your hips to hit deeper. "I'm going to fuck this tight little pussy until you can't think straight."

"Already can't think," she admits, and she's right. You can see it in her eyes, the way they've gone hazy and unfocused. She's completely overwhelmed by sensation, her brain short circuiting from the combination of pleasure and the sheer fullness of having you inside her. "Your cock is breaking me."

"Breaking you in," you correct, and you punctuate it with a particularly deep thrust that has her screaming. "Making this pussy mine."

"Yours," she agrees immediately, mindlessly. "All yours. Anything you want."

Every time you think her body has adjusted, every time you try to push deeper, you're met with resistance. She's just so small, so tight, and even though she's dripping wet and desperate for more, her body can only take so much of your size. But fuck if it doesn't feel incredible, her hot walls clenching around you, her pussy fluttering with every small movement you make.

"Faster," Haewon suddenly gasps, her legs tightening around your waist. "Please, I need you to go faster."

You're surprised she's asking for more when she's barely managing what she's got, but you're not about to deny her. You pick up the pace, driving into her with shorter, faster strokes that keep you at the same depth but increase the friction and Haewon immediately starts making these high pitched keening sounds that tell you you've found the right rhythm.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, yes," she chants, her head thrashing on the pillow. Her glasses are completely fogged now, sliding down her nose, but she doesn't seem to notice or care. "Just like that. Don't stop. Please don't fucking stop."

You can see her brain starting to short circuit, the way her eyes are going glassy and unfocused, the way her mouth hangs open as she struggles to form coherent thoughts. The combination of your cock stretching her, the depth of the penetration even at only half your length, and the rapid pace is overwhelming her completely. She's becoming cock drunk right before your eyes, reduced to nothing but sensation and need.

The bulge in her stomach is visible with every thrust, your cock creating an obscene distension that moves as you fuck into her. It's mesmerizing to watch, seeing physical proof of how deep you are inside her small body, how thoroughly you're filling her. Winter and Dahyun are transfixed by it too, their eyes glued to Haewon's stomach.

Hanni moves closer, kneeling beside Haewon's head, and she's looking down at her friend with pride and arousal. "You're doing so good," she murmurs, stroking Haewon's sweat dampened hair. "Taking his cock like a champ."

Haewon tries to respond but can only manage broken sounds, her ability to speak completely gone. Hanni smiles at that, leans down, and does something completely unexpected. She gathers saliva in her mouth and spits directly into Haewon's open mouth. Then she's kissing her, deep and dirty, tongue sliding against Haewon's as they share the saliva between them.

The sight of them kissing while you fuck Haewon is so fucking filthy. You groan and thrust harder, chasing your own building pleasure. Your hand slides down between Haewon's legs, finding her clit swollen and sensitive, and you start rubbing tight circles around it.

The effect is instantaneous. Haewon breaks the kiss to scream, her whole body going rigid. "Oh my god, oh my god, I'm going to die. You're going to fucking kill me with your cock."

"You're not dying," you grunt, rubbing her clit faster while maintaining the brutal pace. "You're going to cum. Cum on my cock like a good girl."

The combination of your cock pounding into her, hitting her g spot with every thrust, and your fingers working her clit is too much. Haewon's orgasm hits her hard, her back arching completely off the bed as she lets out a scream that's almost inhuman. Her pussy clamps down on you so hard it's almost painful, and then you feel it. A rush of liquid, hot and sudden, as Haewon squirts.

The girls all scream in surprise as fluid gushes from where you're connected, soaking the sheets, your thighs, everything within reach. It's not a small amount either. Haewon is full on gushing, wave after wave of clear liquid shooting out around your cock as her orgasm continues to roll through her. The bed beneath her is absolutely drenched, a huge wet spot spreading across the sheets.

"Holy shit, she's squirting!" Winter shrieks, equal parts shocked and delighted. "Oh my god, she's squirting everywhere!"

"That's so much," Dahyun adds, watching with wide eyes as another surge of liquid pulses out.

You keep fucking Haewon through it, keep rubbing her clit, drawing out her orgasm until she's literally sobbing and pushing at your hand. Her eyes have rolled back completely, only whites visible behind her fogged glasses, and her mouth is open in a silent scream. She looks utterly destroyed, completely fucked stupid.

The sight of Haewon squirting all over you, combined with the vice grip of her pussy and the sheer intensity of the moment, pushes you right to the edge. You've been holding back for so long, fucking multiple girls without letting yourself cum, and the pressure has built to an almost painful level. You don't need to cum completely, don't need the full release yet, but you need some relief.

You pull out of Haewon's still convulsing pussy and stroke yourself rapidly. It only takes a few pumps before you're cumming, thick ropes of white shooting onto Haewon's stomach and chest. It's not your full load, you're holding back from completely finishing, but it's still a substantial amount. Your cum coats her pale skin, pooling in her belly button and between her small breasts, marking her as thoroughly fucked.

The relief is immediate and intense. Some of the desperate edge is gone, though you're still hard and ready for more. You've just taken the edge off, given yourself some breathing room.

All four girls are staring at your cum painting Haewon's torso with fascination. Haewon herself is barely conscious, still trembling with aftershocks, her eyes closed and mouth slightly open as she tries to remember how to breathe.

"Is that..." Hanni trails off, leaning closer to look. "Is that his cum?"

"Has to be," Winter says. "Look at how much there is."

"And he didn't even finish completely," Dahyun observes. "He's still hard."

Before anyone can comment further, Hanni leans down and drags her tongue through a pool of cum on Haewon's stomach. The other girls watch with wide eyes as she pulls back, visibly tasting it, rolling it around in her mouth. Her face goes through several expressions as she processes the flavor.

"Well?" Winter asks impatiently. "What's it like?"

"It's..." Hanni pauses, thinking. "Salty. A bit bitter. But not bad. Kind of thick and warm." She considers for another moment. "Actually, I like it."

That's all the encouragement the others need. Dahyun dives in next, licking a stripe up Haewon's ribs and collecting cum on her tongue. She makes a considering sound. "Oh, this is good. It's weirdly addictive. I want more."

Winter is more delicate about it, using her finger to scoop up some cum before bringing it to her mouth. She sucks her finger clean and her eyes light up. "It tastes like him. Like his smell but as a flavor." She immediately goes back for more. "I love it."

The three of them set about licking Haewon's stomach clean, their tongues working over her skin. Haewon starts giggling weakly, the sensation tickling her oversensitive body. "Stop, that tickles. I can't... I'm too sensitive."

But they don't stop, determined to taste every drop of cum you've marked her with. They're making appreciative sounds, comparing notes on the flavor and texture like they're wine tasting.

"It's thicker than I expected," Hanni observes, gathering more on her tongue.

"And warmer,” Dahyun gives her opinion.

"The slightly bitter aftertaste is actually good," Winter says. "Makes me want to taste more."

You watch them clean Haewon's skin with their eager tongues, and your cock twitches with renewed interest despite having just cum. These nerdy virgins have transformed into cum hungry girls right before your eyes, and there are still two of them that need to be properly fucked.

Haewon finally manages to open her eyes. "That was..." She can't finish the sentence, just shakes her head. "I can't believe I squirted. I didn't even know I could do that."

"You soaked the entire bed," you tell her with a grin. "And my cock. You were gushing."

She blushes deeply but looks pleased. "Your cock is magic. It broke my brain. I literally couldn't think about anything except how full I was and how good it felt."

"That's the goal," you say, stroking yourself slowly. You're still rock hard, still ready to go. "Who's next?"

Hanni takes a deep breath and straightens up from where she's been watching Haewon recover. "Me," she announces. The other girls immediately start cheering, clapping and chanting her name.

"Hanni! Hanni! Hanni!"

She laughs, the sound slightly awkward and breathy, her cheeks flushing pink as she approaches the bed. You shift position, giving her space, and she climbs onto the mattress with careful movements. Her body is beautiful in the soft bedroom lighting, all smooth skin and gentle curves. You can see the slight tremble in her hands, the way she's breathing a bit too fast.

"How do you want to do this?" you ask, giving her the choice. After watching two of her friends struggle with your size, she deserves to pick what feels most comfortable.

Hanni bites her lip, thinking. "How would you like it?" she deflects, ever the considerate one even now.

You let your eyes rake over her body appreciatively, lingering on the curve of her ass. "Doggy style," you say. "You've got a nice ass. I understand Haewon. I want to watch it while I fuck you."

Her blush deepens but she nods, already moving to position herself. "Okay. Yeah. Let's do that."

She gets on all fours, and the position showcases her body perfectly. Her ass is round and pert, her thighs slightly spread, and you can see her pussy glistening between her legs, already wet from watching and participating in everything that's happened. Her back has a slight curve to it, and when she adjusts her position, arching slightly, it becomes even more pronounced.

You move behind her, kneeling on the bed, and wrap one hand around your still hard cock. You're slick with a combination of your own precum, Haewon's arousal, and the remnants of your partial release. You rub the head of your cock against Hanni's entrance, sliding through her wetness, teasing her clit with each pass. She gasps and pushes back against you instinctively.

"You two look so beautiful together," Winter says, her hand is already drifting between her legs again. "You're so big and strong and perfect behind our sweet Hanni."

Dahyun moves to your side, her hands immediately going to your body. She traces the lines of your abs, follows the definition of your obliques. "These muscles," she breathes, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. "You're like a sculpture."

Haewon joins from the other side, her hands running up your arms, squeezing your biceps. "So strong," she murmurs, kissing your other shoulder, then your neck. "So perfect."

Winter comes closer too, and suddenly you've got three sets of hands on you, exploring your body, mapping your muscles with reverent touches and soft kisses. It's worshipful, the way they're touching you, like they can't believe they're allowed to do this.

"Wait," Winter says suddenly, pausing mid kiss. "If he's our boyfriend, and we're all dating him..." She trails off, working through the logic. "Does that mean we're all girlfriends with each other too? Like, is this a polyamorous situation where we're all in a relationship together, or is it more of a V structure where he's the center point?"

"That's actually a really good question," Dahyun chimes in, pulling back from kissing your chest. "Because technically if we're all in a committed relationship unit, then the bonds between us would also qualify as romantic partnerships, especially given that some of us have already engaged in sexual activity with each other."

"It depends on how we define the parameters," Haewon adds thoughtfully. "Are we treating this as four separate dyadic relationships that happen to be concurrent, or as one pentadic relationship with multiple connection points?"

"Oh my god," Hanni suddenly snaps from her position on all fours, looking back at them over her shoulder. "Can you three shut the fuck up and discuss your nerdy semantics literally any other time? I'm about to lose my virginity here and you're debating relationship structures?"

The three girls immediately stop talking, looking appropriately chastised. "Sorry," they chorus, and it would be funny if you weren't also achingly hard and desperate to be inside Hanni.

"Thank you," Hanni says, turning back around. She adjusts her position, spreading her knees slightly wider. "Okay. I'm ready now. Please fuck me before they start discussing something else."

You line yourself up properly this time, the head of your cock pressing against her entrance. You push forward slowly and feel immediate resistance. Hanni is tight, just as tight as the others were, and you have to apply steady pressure to start breaching her. The head of your cock finally pops inside and Hanni makes a sharp sound, her hands fisting in the sheets.

"Okay?" you ask, holding still to let her adjust.

"Yeah," she gasps. "Just give me a second. You're really fucking big."

You wait, rubbing soothing circles on her hips with your thumbs. When you feel some of the tension leave her body, you push forward another inch. Hanni whimpers, her back arching more, and you can see her struggling with the intrusion.

"Breathe," you remind her, working another inch inside. "Relax your muscles. Let me in."

"Trying," she pants. "You're stretching me so much. It feels like you're splitting me open."

The girls are watching with rapt attention, all three of them touching themselves now as they observe Hanni taking your cock. You can see Winter biting her lip, Dahyun with her fingers working frantically, Haewon with her hand buried between her legs.

You establish a rhythm of pushing forward a bit, then holding still, then pushing forward again. Inch by agonizing inch, you work your way into Hanni's virgin pussy. Every time you think you've gotten her to adjust, you push deeper and meet new resistance. She's making continuous whimpering sounds, pain and pleasure, her body trembling with effort.

"How much is in?" Hanni asks after what feels like forever.

You look down at where you're connected, at the obscene stretch of her pussy around your thick shaft. "About halfway," you tell her.

"Halfway," she repeats, almost laughing. "Oh my god. Halfway. There's still so much more."

"You don't have to take it all," you assure her, though part of you desperately wants to bury yourself completely inside her. "We can work with this."

"No," she says with sudden determination. "I want more. Keep going. I can handle it."

You push forward again, and this time you manage to slide another two inches inside before Hanni cries out and you feel her body seize up. "Stop, stop, that's too much," she gasps.

You freeze immediately, not pulling out but not pushing deeper. You're maybe five inches deep now, just over half your length, and Hanni is panting like she's run a marathon. Her pussy is clenching rhythmically around you, and you can feel every flutter and pulse.

"That's it," she finally says. "That's all I can take right now. That's already way too much. Please just... just fuck me like this. I need you to move."

You pull back slowly, watching your cock slide out of her before pushing back in to the same depth. Hanni moans, the sound long and low, and her hips push back to meet your thrust. You establish a steady rhythm, fucking her with just over half your cock, and even that feels incredible. Her pussy is so tight, so wet, gripping you like she never wants to let go.

"Oh god," Hanni moans, dropping down to her elbows. The new angle has her ass higher in the air, and the position lets you slide marginally deeper. "Oh fuck, that's so good. Your cock is so good."

You pick up the pace, your hips slapping against her ass with each thrust. You can see her pussy stretched obscenely around your girth, can see the way her arousal is coating your shaft and dripping down her thighs.

"Look at her take it," Winter breathes, her fingers working faster between her own legs. "She's taking that huge cock so well."

"Her pussy looks like it's going to break," Dahyun adds, but there's awe in her words rather than concern. "But she's loving it. Look at how wet she is."

You grip Hanni's hips harder, using the leverage to pull her back onto your cock as you thrust forward. The increased force has her crying out with each impact, her whole body jolting forward. Her ass jiggles with every slap of your hips, and you land a firm smack on one cheek just to watch it bounce.

"Fuck!" Hanni yelps at the spank, but her pussy clenches hard around you. "Do that again."

You oblige, spanking her other cheek, then alternating sides. Her ass turns pink under your palm, and each smack makes her pussy grip you tighter. She's moaning continuously now, completely lost in the sensation of being fucked from behind, filled with your thick cock, used for your pleasure.

"I'm addicted," she gasps out between thrusts. "I'm addicted to your cock. This is all I'm going to think about from now on."

"Good," you grunt, fucking her harder. "That's exactly what I want. Want all four of you thinking about my cock constantly."

"We will be," Haewon confirms, still touching herself. "We already are. I can't stop thinking about how it felt inside me. How full I was. How it made me squirt."

You can feel your own pleasure building again, but you hold it back. Not yet. You still have Dahyun to fuck, and you want to make sure all four of them are thoroughly satisfied before you completely let go. But fuck, Hanni's pussy feels incredible, and watching her take your cock from behind, seeing her ass ripple with each thrust, is testing your control.

"More," Hanni demands, pushing back against you. "Harder. I can take it. Fuck me harder."

So you do.

You grip Hanni's hips harder, fingers digging into her soft flesh, and you start fucking her with real force. Each thrust drives that half of your cock deep into her tight pussy, and the impact of your hips against her ass creates a rhythm of flesh slapping against flesh that echoes through the room. Hanni's moans climb in pitch and volume with each powerful stroke, her arms trembling from holding herself up as you pound into her from behind.

Your hand comes down on her ass again with a sharp crack, and the pale skin immediately flushes pink under your palm. Hanni cries out, but her pussy clenches around you tighter and you can feel a fresh flood of arousal coating your cock. You spank her other cheek, then alternate between sides, watching her ass bounce and jiggle with each impact, the skin turning increasingly red from your attention.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Hanni chants. She’s moaning so loud you worry her voice might go hoarse. "I feel like such a whore. Getting spanked and fucked from behind like this. God, I'm such a whore."

"You're my whore," you correct, landing another sharp smack on her reddened ass. "Say it."

"I'm your whore!" she practically screams, pushing back to meet your thrusts. "Your whore, your slut, whatever you want. Just don't stop fucking me!"

She starts throwing herself back onto your cock with abandon, meeting each of your thrusts with equal force, taking you as deep as her body can manage. The wet, obscene sounds of your fucking intensify, joined by the sharp cracks of your palm meeting her ass and her increasingly desperate moans.

You can feel her getting close, recognizing the signs now after watching Winter and Haewon cum. Her pussy is fluttering around you more frequently, clenching in irregular patterns. Her breathing has become ragged and uneven, punctuated by high pitched whimpers. Her whole body is trembling, muscles tensing as she climbs toward that peak.

"I'm close," she gasps, confirming your observation. "Oh god, I'm so close. Don't stop, please don't fucking stop."

You don't. You maintain the brutal pace, driving into her over and over, each thrust accompanied by the slap of skin on skin. Your free hand slides around to find her clit, and the moment your fingers make contact, rubbing tight circles around the swollen bud, Hanni absolutely loses it.

Her back arches sharply, head thrown back, and she lets out a scream that's probably going to have her neighbors concerned. Her pussy clamps down on your cock with incredible force, rhythmic pulses that milk your shaft as waves of pleasure crash through her. You keep fucking her through it, keep rubbing her clit, drawing it out until she's sobbing with the intensity.

"Too much, too much," she finally gasps, but you don't stop until you feel her body start to go limp, her arms giving out.

She collapses forward onto the bed, her ass still in the air for a moment before her whole body just melts into the mattress. Your cock slides out of her as she falls, leaving her pussy gaping and twitching, completely wrecked. She's face down in the sheets, making small whimpering sounds, her entire body trembling with aftershocks.

You're breathing hard yourself, your cock still rock hard and throbbing. Watching Hanni fall apart on your cock, hearing her scream and feeling her cum around you, has you desperate to finish. But there's still one more virgin to fuck. One more girl who needs to be thoroughly broken in.

Winter leans over Hanni's prone form, brushing sweat dampened hair away from her face. "Hey, Hanni," she says with a grin. "Quick physics question: can you explain the quantum mechanical model of the atom and how it differs from the Bohr model?"

Hanni's response is completely incoherent, just a mumbled string of sounds that might be words in some language but definitely aren't English. Her eyes are unfocused, staring at nothing, and there's a bit of drool at the corner of her mouth.

"Yep, it worked," Dahyun confirms with satisfaction, looking down at their friend. "She's been fucked stupid. Her brain is completely ruined."

"That was the goal," Haewon adds, reaching out to pat Hanni's ass gently. The touch makes Hanni flinch and whimper. "Mission accomplished."

You move to lie down next to Hanni for a moment, turning her face toward you gently. Her eyes eventually focus on you, and a slow, blissed out smile spreads across her face. You lean in and give her a quick, soft kiss.

"How do you feel?" you ask.

"Glorious," she slurs. "Absolutely fucking glorious. I'm not a virgin anymore." She laughs weakly. "I had a cock inside me. A huge, perfect cock. And I came so hard I think I blacked out for a second."

"You did amazing," you tell her, and her smile widens.

"Okay," Dahyun says, standing up and drawing your attention. "It's finally my turn. I've been watching everyone else get fucked stupid and I need it now!"

You sit up, then stand, your cock still rigid and glistening with Hanni's arousal. Dahyun's eyes immediately lock onto it, following every movement as you approach her. When you're close enough, you reach out and simply scoop her up, lifting her completely off the ground like she weighs nothing. She lets out a surprised squeal that dissolves into giggles as she wraps her arms around your neck and her legs around your waist.

"Hi," she says breathlessly, and up close you can see how blown her pupils are, how flushed her cheeks are.

She leans in and kisses you. Her tongue slides against yours, and you can taste the faint remnants of your cum that she licked off Haewon earlier. When she pulls back, she's panting.

"Use me," Dahyun says, and despite the crude words, she sounds almost pleading. "Use me nice and good. I want to feel everything. I want you to fuck me until I can't remember my own name."

You can feel her wet pussy pressed against your abs where she's straddling you, leaving a slick trail of arousal on your skin. Her small breasts are pressed against your chest, nipples hard points of sensation. She's trembling slightly in your arms, but you can tell it's from anticipation rather than fear.

"I will," you promise, and the three girls watching from the bed make various sounds of excitement. "I'm going to fuck you so good you'll feel it for days."

You adjust your grip on her. One hand slides under her ass to support her weight, and the other reaches down to position your cock. She's so light in your arms that holding her up is effortless, your athletic strength making this position completely manageable.

You shift her slightly higher, then reach down to grip your cock, angling it upward. The head makes contact with her entrance and Dahyun gasps, her whole body tensing in your arms. You can feel how small she is, how tight, and you know this is going to be a challenge. But the way she's looking at you, eyes wide and hungry behind those glasses, pigtails framing her flushed face, makes you want to give her everything she's asking for.

"Ready?" you ask, and she nods frantically.

"So ready. I've been waiting and watching everyone else and I need it. Please."

You start to lower her slowly, letting gravity do some of the work, but mostly controlling her descent with your hands. The head of your cock pushes against her entrance, and you feel the resistance immediately. She's incredibly tight, her body fighting the intrusion even though she's soaking wet. You push up slightly with your hips while pulling her down, applying steady pressure, and finally the head pops inside.

Dahyun's reaction is immediate and visceral. Her head falls back, mouth dropping open in a silent scream, and her fingernails dig into your shoulders hard enough to leave marks. "Oh my God! Oh my God, you're so big. So fucking big."

"Just the tip," you remind her, holding her steady so she can adjust. "There's a lot more to go."

"I know," she whimpers, and there are already tears gathering in her eyes. "I watched you fuck everyone else. I saw how much there is. But feeling it is so different from watching it."

You give her a minute to breathe, to let her body start accepting the intrusion, before you lower her another inch. She cries out, her legs tightening around your waist reflexively, her inner walls clenching and fluttering as they try to accommodate your girth.

You can see the struggle on her face. "Breathe," you instruct, and she takes a shuddering breath. "Relax your muscles. Let me in."

Dahyun nods, clearly trying to follow your instructions, but her body has other ideas. Every inch you gain is a battle, her tight channel resisting even as it floods with more arousal. You establish a pattern of lowering her slightly, holding still while she adjusts, then lowering her more. It's agonizingly slow, but you can tell she needs it this way. Needs time to adapt to your size.

"How much?" she asks after what feels like forever.

You glance down at where you're connected, at the obscene stretch of her pussy around your cock. "About halfway."

"Only halfway?" She sounds shocked and aroused in equal measure. "There's so much more. I don't know if I can take it."

"You can," you assure her, though you're not actually sure. She's so small, so tight, and you're hitting resistance every time you try to go deeper. "Your body will adjust. Just trust me."

You continue working her down onto your cock, and somewhere around the five inch mark, you feel something give way. Dahyun screams, going completely rigid in your arms, and you know you've just taken her virginity. Blood mixed with arousal drips down your shaft, and you hold her completely still, letting her process the pain and the overwhelming fullness.

"The worst part is over," you tell her gently, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You did so good. Such a good girl."

The praise seems to help. She takes several deep breaths and some of the tension leaves her body. "Keep going," she says after a moment. "I want more. I want to take as much as I can."

You manage to work another inch into her before she simply can't take anymore. You're just over half your length inside her, the same as with the others, and her body is at its limit. Her pussy is stretched obscenely around you, gripping so tight you can barely move, and you can see the slight bulge in her lower stomach where your cock is distending her from the inside.

"That's it," you say, shifting your grip on her. "That's all you can take right now. Is that okay?"

"More than okay," she pants. "I'm so full. So incredibly full. Please move. Please fuck me."

You start with small movements, just lifting her slightly and lowering her back down, shallow thrusts that keep you at the same depth. Dahyun moans with each movement, her head falling forward to rest against your shoulder. You can feel her hot breath against your neck, can hear every gasp and whimper she makes as you slowly fuck her while holding her in the air.

The position gives you incredible control and leverage. Your arms support her weight easily, your strength allowing you to lift and lower her onto your cock with precision. Every time you lower her, gravity helps drive her down onto your shaft. Every time you lift her, you can control exactly how much slides out before you pull her back down. It's intoxicating, this level of control, and from the sounds Dahyun is making, she's loving every second of it.

"That's it," you encourage as you start to pick up the pace. "Take my cock. Show me what a good girl you are."

Her pussy is adjusting now, producing more natural lubrication with every thrust. What started as tight resistance is becoming slick and creamy, her arousal coating your shaft and dripping down to your balls.

"Faster," she begs. "Please go faster. I can take it. I need it."

You oblige, increasing your pace, lifting and lowering her with more force. Each thrust drives that half of your cock deep into her tight pussy, and you can feel every clench and flutter of her inner walls. Dahyun is panting and moaning continuously now, completely lost in the sensation of being filled and fucked while suspended in the air.

"Oh god, oh fuck," she gasps, and then between moans, something slips out. "Daddy. Fuck, Daddy, it feels so good."

From the bed, you hear an audible gasp. "Oh my god," Winter says. "That's so hot. Say it again, Dahyun."

"Daddy!" Dahyun moans, louder. "Daddy, please, fuck me harder."

"Holy shit," Hanni breathes, having recovered enough to pay attention. "That's... that's really doing something for me."

"Me too," Haewon admits. "Can we... can we call you that too?"

You look over at the three of them watching from the bed, and they're all staring at you with something close to worship. "Yeah," you say. "Call me daddy. All of you."

"Daddy," Winter says experimentally, and the word sounds perfect in her mouth.

"Daddy," Hanni repeats, biting her lip.

"Daddy," Haewon adds, and there's a moan underlying the word.

The effect on you is electric. Having four nerdy girls all calling you daddy while you fuck one of them is a power trip unlike anything you've experienced. You start fucking Dahyun harder, bouncing her on your cock with real force now, and she's screaming with pleasure.

"Yes, Daddy!" she cries out, her pigtails bouncing with every thrust. "Fuck me, Daddy! Use me!"

"Such a good girl," you growl, and the praise makes her clench around you. "Taking Daddy's cock so well. Being so perfect for me."

"I'm your good girl," she pants. "Your good girl, Daddy. Only yours."

You can feel her getting close, recognizing the signs now. Her pussy is clenching more frequently, her breathing becoming more erratic, her moans climbing in pitch. You adjust your angle slightly, making sure you're hitting her g-spot with every thrust, and Dahyun absolutely loses her mind.

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," she chants. "I'm going to cum, Daddy. Please let me cum. Please, please, please."

"Cum for Daddy," you command, fucking her even harder. "Cum all over my cock like a good girl."

That's all it takes. Her whole body convulsing in your arms. She screams so loud you're certain her neighbors are going to call the cops, her pussy clamping down on your cock with incredible force. You can feel her gushing, arousal flooding out around your cock and running down your legs, and you hold her tight as she shakes and trembles through the most intense orgasm of her life.

You don't stop fucking her. You keep thrusting, keep bouncing her on your cock, drawing out her orgasm until she's literally sobbing with the intensity. Her eyes have rolled back behind her glasses, her mouth hanging open, and she's making these broken, desperate sounds that tell you she's completely overwhelmed.

"Daddy, Daddy, too much," she finally gasps, but you give her a few more hard thrusts before you start to slow down. Her pussy is still pulsing around you, milking your cock, and you have to grit your teeth to maintain control and not cum yourself.

When her orgasm finally starts to subside, when her body stops convulsing quite so violently, you walk over to the bed and carefully lower her onto the mattress. She immediately curls into a ball, trembling, her glasses crooked on her face and her pigtails a complete mess. She's muttering something under her breath, words you can't quite make out.

"What was that?" you ask gently, brushing some hair away from her face.

Dahyun opens her eyes and looks at you with an expression of bliss and adoration. "That was the best feeling of my entire life," she says clearly. "I want to marry you. I want to marry you and fuck you every single day forever."

The other three girls giggle at that. "If you're marrying him, then you have to marry all of us," Winter points out. "We're all his girlfriends."

"Then we'll all marry him," Dahyun says with complete seriousness. "A four way marriage. Is that legal? Can we make that legal?"

"Pretty sure that's called polygamy and it's illegal in most places," Hanni says, but she's smiling. "But I'm not opposed to the idea in theory."

"We could move somewhere it's legal," Haewon suggests. "Just for him."

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head at how serious they all sound, but when you look around at the four of them, you realize they're all staring at you with identical expressions. It's adoration, gratitude, and maybe love.

"You're all truly amazing," you tell them honestly, meeting each of their gazes. "And beautiful. All of you."

The smiles that bloom on their faces are radiant. The four girls exchange glances from their various positions on the bed, then, as one, they all look at you with identical expressions.

"It's time for you to cum now," Hanni says. "You've made all of us cum. You deserve to finish."

"We want to make you cum," Winter adds, already sliding off the bed to kneel on the floor. "Let us take care of you, Daddy."

The other three immediately follow her lead, moving to kneel in front of you in a row. Four nerdy girls with messy hair, fogged glasses, and faces still flushed from their orgasms, all looking up at you with adoration and lust. Your cock twitches at the sight, still rock hard and aching after holding back for so long.

"Please," Dahyun says, her pigtails disheveled and her lips swollen. "Let us worship your cock, Daddy. We need it."

You move to stand in front of them, and they immediately converge on your cock like it's the most precious thing they've ever seen. Eight hands reach out, touching and stroking, reacquainting themselves with your size and heat. Then mouths join in, tongues lapping at your shaft from multiple angles simultaneously.

Winter takes the head of your cock in her mouth while Hanni and Haewon lick up and down your shaft from either side, their tongues occasionally meeting in the middle. Dahyun focuses on your balls, sucking first one then the other into her mouth with attention. The combined sensation of four mouths and eight hands working together is overwhelming, pleasure sparking through your entire body.

"This is the best day of my life," Haewon murmurs between licks, her tongue tracing a vein along your shaft. "Getting fucked by Daddy and now getting to taste his cock again."

"Same," Winter agrees, pulling off your cock with a wet sound. "I can't believe this is real. That we get to do this."

They switch positions fluidly, Dahyun moving to suck your cock while Winter takes over ball duty. Hanni and Haewon continue their attention on your shaft, kissing and licking every inch they can reach. Their glasses keep bumping against your thighs and each other, but none of them seem to care.

"And we get to do this until the end of the semester," Hanni says. "That's months of this. Months of you fucking us and making us cum."

"Whenever we're stressed about exams or projects, we can just come to Daddy and he'll help us relax," Dahyun adds around your cock.

"It's perfect," Haewon agrees. "We'll never have to stress again. We have our big, strong boyfriend to take care of us."

You groan at their words, at the sensation of their mouths working you over. "I'm glad I don't have to worry about college anymore either," you manage to say. "Can just focus on rugby. And on you. All of you."

"Your girlfriends," Winter clarifies, looking up at you with those big eyes. "Say it, Daddy. We're your girlfriends."

"You're my girlfriends," you confirm, and all four of them make pleased sounds. "My beautiful, smart, perfect girlfriends."

"And you're going to take care of us," Hanni says, stroking your cock with both hands while Haewon sucks on the head. "Aren't you, Daddy?"

"I'll take care of all of you," you promise. "Make sure you're satisfied. Make sure you cum so hard you can't think straight."

"Like you already did," Dahyun giggles, then goes back to licking your balls. "We were all so smart before tonight. Now we're all cock drunk and stupid."

They return to their enthusiastic worship of your, taking turns sucking you while the others lick and stroke. The pleasure is building rapidly now, that familiar tightness in your balls that signals you're getting close. They must sense it because their movements become more urgent, more desperate.

"Daddy's so good to us," Winter coos, pressing kisses along your shaft. "Such a good Daddy, fucking us so well and making us feel so good."

"The best Daddy," Haewon agrees. "We're so lucky to have you."

"So lucky to be your good girls," Dahyun adds. "Your perfect little sluts who worship your cock."

Their dirty talk combined with the physical sensation is pushing you rapidly toward the edge. Your breathing gets heavier, your muscles tensing, and all four of them notice immediately.

"Are you close, Daddy?" Hanni asks, stroking you faster. "Are you going to cum for us?"

"Yes," you grit out. "Fuck, yes. I'm close."

"Cum on us," Winter begs, pulling back from your cock. "Bathe us in your cum, Daddy. We want it all over us."

"Cover us," Haewon adds, her hand joining Hanni's on your shaft. "Mark us as yours."

"Please, Daddy," Dahyun whimpers. "Give us all your cum. We need it so badly."

They all pull back slightly, giving themselves space, but their hands never leave your cock. Four sets of hands stroke you in a coordinated rhythm while they lean forward, faces tilted up, mouths open, tongues out. They're literally begging for your cum with their eyes.

"We want it," Hanni says. "Please, Daddy. Cum for your good girls."

They open their mouths wider, sticking their tongues out obscenely, and start gathering saliva to drool onto your cock. Thick strings of spit fall from their lips onto your shaft, making everything slicker, the sounds wetter and more obscene. Some of them start spitting directly onto your cock, adding to the mess.

"Look how pretty we are for you," Winter says. "All drooling and desperate for Daddy's cum."

"We're such good sluts," Dahyun agrees. "Your perfect little cum sluts who need to be painted white."

"Please," Haewon begs. "We're ready. Give it to us. Cover us."

The sight of four beautiful nerdy girls kneeling before you, faces upturned, mouths open, drool and spit covering your cock as they stroke you and beg for your cum is finally too much. You feel your orgasm building to a peak, that point of no return, and then you're there.

"Fuck," you groan. "I'm cumming. I'm fucking cumming."

The first rope of cum shoots out with incredible force, hitting Winter square in the face. It's a thick, heavy load, coating her glasses and dripping down her cheek. But you're nowhere near done. You've been holding back all night, building pressure with every orgasm you gave them without taking your own, and now it's all releasing at once.

The second shot hits Hanni, painting a line across her forehead and into her hair. The third catches Dahyun on her nose and lips. The fourth splashes across Haewon's glasses, completely obscuring one lens. And still you keep cumming, rope after rope of thick white cum erupting from your cock.

The girls don't stop stroking you, their hands working in tandem to milk every drop from your cock. They angle you slightly with each stroke, making sure all of them get covered. Your cum hits their faces, their glasses, drips down to coat their necks and chests. Some of it lands directly in their open mouths, on their tongues, and they moan at the taste.

"Oh my god," Winter gasps, cum dripping from her chin. "There's so much. It just keeps coming."

"It's so warm," Hanni says, cum running down her cheek. "And thick. Fuck, it feels so good."

More cum erupts, and this time it hits all four of them, a bukkake level load that seems impossible from one person. It coats Dahyun's pigtails, adds another layer to Winter's already drenched face, drips from Haewon's chin onto her small breasts, covers Hanni's glasses completely.

"Yes, yes, yes," Dahyun chants, still stroking you. "Give us all of it, Daddy. Every last drop."

They adjust their grip, milking your cock from base to tip with coordinated strokes that ensure nothing is wasted. Another few spurts coat them, smaller now but still substantial, adding to the absolute mess they've become. Cum is everywhere - in their hair, on their faces, dripping from their glasses, running down their necks and chests. They look thoroughly used, completely debauched, and they're all smiling like they've never been happier.

"So much cum," Haewon breathes, wiping some from her glasses only to smear it more. "I didn't know guys could cum this much."

"Daddy's special," Winter says, licking cum from her lips. "Daddy's perfect."

Your orgasm finally starts to subside, the last few drops being milked out by their persistent hands. Your cock is still hard, still sensitive, twitching with aftershocks as they continue to gently stroke it. You're breathing hard, muscles trembling slightly from the intensity of the release. The four girls finally stop stroking and sit back slightly, looking at each other and giggling at the state they're in.

"This feels amazing," Dahyun says, running her fingers through the cum on her face. "It's so warm and... I don't know. Right? It feels right to be covered in Daddy's cum."

"It does," Hanni agrees, making no move to wipe it off. "Like we're marked. Like we belong to him."

"We do belong to him," Winter says, scooping some cum from her cheek and bringing it to her mouth. "And this is proof. We're Daddy's good girls, covered in his cum."

Haewon uses her fingers to gather cum from her face and neck, then brings them to her mouth to suck clean. "I could get addicted to this. To the taste, the feeling, all of it."

They all start doing the same, using their fingers to scoop up your cum and taste it, comparing notes. Some of it they leave on their skin, seemingly content to be covered in it, marked by you. Their glasses are completely obscured in some cases, cum dripping down the lenses, but none of them move to clean them properly.

"Best day ever," Dahyun declares, cum dripping from her chin. "Getting fucked stupid and covered in cum. This is everything I've ever dreamed of."

Winter uses her fingers to scoop some from her cheek and spreads it across Hanni's face in a deliberate smear, giggling as she does. Hanni returns the favor, gathering cum from her own forehead and painting it across Winter's lips like obscene lipstick.

"We should share everything equally," Haewon says with a grin, using both hands to gather the thick ropes of cum dripping down her neck. She reaches over to Dahyun and spreads it across her cheeks, adding to what's already there.

Dahyun laughs and does the same, taking cum from her chest and smearing it onto Haewon's face. "Can't let anyone feel left out. We all need to be properly covered."

The four of them continue this way, redistributing your cum across all their faces until they're more or less equally coated in the mess. Some of it they bring to their mouths, tasting it again, moaning at the flavor. Some they spread down their necks and chests, making sure every inch of exposed skin has at least some of your cum marking it. It's filthy and strangely sweet, the way they're sharing this moment.

Then Winter leans in and kisses Hanni, and it's not a small peck. It's deep and dirty, their tongues sliding together, sharing the taste of your cum between their mouths. When they pull apart, strings of saliva and cum connect their lips, and they both look dazed.

"My turn," Dahyun says, grabbing Haewon and pulling her into a similarly filthy kiss. Haewon moans into it, her hands coming up to tangle in Dahyun's messy pigtails.

They switch partners, all four of them kissing each other in various combinations, passing your cum between their mouths like it's precious. Winter kisses Haewon while Hanni kisses Dahyun, then they switch again. It's a mess of tongues and lips and your cum, and watching them share it so eagerly makes your spent cock twitch with renewed interest.

Suddenly Dahyun pulls back from kissing Winter. "Wait. We need to capture this moment."

She scrambles to her feet, cum still dripping down her face and body, and rushes over to Hanni's desk where several phones are charging. She grabs hers, unlocking it with cum smeared fingers, and rushes back to the group.

"Come here, Daddy," she says, gesturing for you. "Get in the shot."

You move to stand behind them as they huddle together on their knees, Dahyun holding her phone up at arm's length to get everyone in frame. Four cum covered faces with glasses either fogged or completely obscured by your load, all smiling brilliantly. You lean down into the shot, and Dahyun snaps several photos in quick succession.

"Perfect," she says, reviewing them. "This is the moment we lost our virginity, captured forever. Look how happy we all are."

She shows the photos around, and the girls all coo over them. You have to admit, there's something compelling about the images. Four nerdy girls who were virgins an hour ago, now thoroughly fucked and covered in cum, all beaming with joy and satisfaction.

You straighten up and take a deep breath, suddenly feeling the exhaustion settling into your bones. The adrenaline is wearing off, and you realize just how much energy you expended tonight. "That was too much for one night," you say, looking around at the destroyed bedroom. The sheets are soaked with various fluids, there's cum everywhere, and you can smell the thick musk of sex permeating the air. "I should probably head home."

"No!" All four girls protest simultaneously, scrambling to their feet.

"You have to stay," Winter insists, grabbing your arm. "You can't just fuck us and leave."

"That's literally what you tried to do to us academically," Hanni points out. "Except we're not letting you. You're staying."

"There's space," Haewon adds. "Okay, not much space, but we'll manage. We can all squeeze onto the bed together."

"Aftercare is part of the contract," Dahyun says firmly, her cum covered face somehow still managing to look serious. "We need some pampering from our boyfriend after losing our virginities. That's non negotiable."

You look at their expectant faces, all of them still dripping with your cum, and you can't bring yourself to argue. The truth is, you don't really want to leave either. Despite the exhaustion, despite how insane this whole night has been, you want to stay with them.

"Okay," you agree, and four faces light up with joy. "I'll stay."

"Yes!" Dahyun pumps her fist, then immediately makes a face. "Ugh, I'm so sticky. We need to shower."

"Definitely shower," Hanni agrees, looking down at herself. "I have cum in places I didn't know cum could reach."

"We should all shower together," Winter suggests. "It's more efficient. And more fun."

"You want Daddy to shower with us?" Haewon asks, though she's already smiling at the idea.

"Obviously," Winter says. "The contract includes aftercare, which includes helping us get clean after he made such a mess of us."

They all look at you expectantly, and you can't help but laugh. "Yeah, alright. I'll shower with you."

The squeals of excitement that follow are almost deafening. Dahyun rushes toward you with her arms outstretched. "Hug!"

You hold up a hand to stop her. "No way! Later. You're all sticky right now."

This sends all four of them into fits of giggles, looking at each other and the mess you've made of them.

"Fair point," Dahyun concedes. "Shower first, then hugs."

They start heading toward the bathroom, chattering excitedly amongst themselves, and you follow behind. You can hear fragments of their conversation as they walk.

"There's that geek convention in three weeks," Hanni is saying. "The one with the cosplay competition."

"Oh my god, we should totally go!" Winter says enthusiastically. "And we should bring Daddy."

"We can all do group cosplay," Haewon adds. "Something where he can show off his muscles."

"Like the Avengers!" Dahyun suggests. "He could be Thor or Captain America."

"Or we could do something from an anime," Hanni counters. "Maybe Attack on Titan? He'd make an amazing Eren."

"Ooh, or we could go with something from a video game," Winter says. "League of Legends characters, maybe?"

They continue debating cosplay ideas as you all pile into Hanni's bathroom. It's not a huge space, and with five people it's definitely crowded, but nobody seems to mind. You watch them debating whether to do a Sailor Moon group cosplay or something from My Hero Academia. They're genuinely excited about bringing you into their world, sharing their interests with you.

Dahyun catches you watching them and smiles. "What are you thinking about, Daddy?"

"Just that maybe this isn't such a bad deal after all," you admit.

All four of them beam at that, and Winter reaches for your hand, giving it a squeeze even though her fingers are still sticky with your cum.

"We're going to take such good care of you," she promises.

"And you're going to take care of us," Hanni adds with a grin.

"Deal," you agree.

As you all pile into the shower together, warm water starting to wash away the mess you've made of them, you can already hear them planning out your first public appearance as a group. Something about an anime movie marathon happening this weekend that they're determined to drag you to.

You probably should be freaking out about being seen with four nerdy girls when you're supposed to be the cool rugby guy. Should be worried about what your teammates are gonna say when they find out. But watching them get all excited explaining whatever anime plot they're rambling about, you realize you just... don't give a fuck anymore.

This is your life now. Four smart, beautiful, (slightly insane) girls who caught you trying to use them and flipped the whole thing on its head. They blackmailed you into this, sure, but somewhere between fucking them stupid and hearing them call you daddy, it stopped feeling like a transaction.

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It took a long time, but you're finally putting the finishing touches on everything, adjusting the wine bottles on the counter and making sure the takeout containers from that Italian place Haewon loves are arranged nicely on the dining table. The apartment looks decent enough, you think, scanning the living room one more time. Clean dishes, no random socks on the floor, a little different from the usual mess, for a change. You're actually kind of nervous, which is weird because you're usually pretty smooth about this stuff. But there's something about Haewon that gets under your skin in a way you didn't expect three months ago when you first started seeing her.

Funny how that worked out.

You never thought you'd be this into someone like her. She's clumsy as hell, trips over her own feet half the time, makes these ridiculous faces when she's thinking too hard about something. Not your usual type at all. But she's got this energy that just pulls you in, this dorky enthusiasm that makes everything feel lighter somehow. You catch yourself smiling just thinking about the way she laughs at her own jokes before she even finishes telling them, or how she gets all flustered when you tease her. Yeah, you actually like her. More than you probably should, considering the whole situation you are involved in.

The doorbell rings. You head to the door, straightening your clothes and checking your breath one more time before pulling it open with what you hope is your usual confident grin. Haewon's standing there, and fuck, she looks like the exact kind of trouble your professors warned you about. White cropped cardigan over a pastel tank top, high-waisted jeans hugging her legs, sneakers that somehow already look worn from the way she rushes everywhere. Her soft dark hair frames her round cheeks perfectly, bangs falling just slightly over her eyebrows, making her already warm brown eyes even bigger, reflective, almost like she's always been caught doing something. She has this sheepish, dorky prettiness that feels as if she wandered straight out of some dreamy slice-of-life movie. Beautiful, but approachable.

But this time she isn't smiling. Her lips are pressed together, not in that cute pout she does when she's pretending to be annoyed with you, but in actual tension. Those big eyes of hers, usually sparkling with whatever emotion is running through her head, look almost worried.

"Hey," you start, your smile faltering just a bit. "You okay?"

But before she can answer, before you can even process what's happening, someone else steps out from behind the wall next to your door. Your entire body goes cold. Sullyoon. Holy shit. Holy actual shit.

She's standing there like some kind of avenging angel, and you're struck again by just how stupidly gorgeous she is. Sullyoon's always been the kind of beautiful that doesn't seem entirely fair to everyone else. Her face is almost ethereal, these delicate features that somehow manage to be both soft and striking at the same time. High cheekbones, a nose that's perfectly straight, lips that are full and naturally pouty even when she's not trying. But it's her eyes that really get you, almond-shaped and intense, currently boring into you with an expression that promises violence. Casual as her outfit is (oversized cream sweater with a pleated skirt and boots that make her legs look endless), she almost always has that expression of someone who is dealing with official business (the business of ending your life, probably).

"We need to talk."

You can barely hear what she said, your ears are ringing, and you realize you're still just standing there in the doorway like an idiot, your brain trying desperately to catch up with this absolute nightmare scenario that's unfolding in real time.

"This is an unexpected surprise," you manage, trying to inject some of your usual easy confidence. You step back, gesturing for them to come in because what else are you going to do, slam the door in their faces? That's not going to make this any better.

They walk in, Haewon first, her steps small and hesitant, followed by Sullyoon who moves like she owns the place. The contrast between them is almost painful to watch. Haewon's shoulders are hunched slightly, her hands fidgeting with the strap of her bag, while Sullyoon stands tall and rigid, her arms crossed over her chest. You close the door behind them.

"Look, I know this seems bad," you start, already shifting into lawyer mode because that's what you do when things get complicated. "But there's a completely plausible justification for this whole thing if you'd just let me explain."

"That's such bullshit."

Sullyoon's words are clipped, precise. She's not yelling, which somehow makes it worse. There's this controlled anger radiating off her that makes you think of a pot about to boil over.

"Sullyoon, come on, just hear me out for a second. I can explain everything if you'd just give me a chance to—"

"Explain?" She cuts you off, taking a step closer. "You're going to explain what, exactly? How you're a worthless scoundrel who's been playing both of us? How you thought you could just keep us both around and we'd never figure it out?"

"That's not what I was thinking." You hold up your hands in a placating gesture, trying to keep your voice level and reasonable even though panic is starting to creep up your spine. "You're jumping to conclusions here."

"I'm jumping to exactly the right conclusion." Her eyes flash. "You've been seeing both of us. Both of us. Like we're just some kind of game to you."

You let out a long breath, running a hand over your face. This is bad. This is really bad. Your mind is racing, trying to figure out the best angle here, the right words to defuse this situation before it completely explodes. You look between them, Sullyoon with her righteous fury and Haewon who looks like she might cry or bolt at any second.

"Okay, first of all," you say, trying to buy yourself some time to think. "How do you two even know each other? I mean, what are the odds that—"

"We're friends."

Haewon's voice is small, almost non-existent, and she won't meet your eyes when she says it. She's looking down at her feet, her fingers still worrying at her bag strap.

"Friends," you repeat. "You're friends. Of course you are. Because why wouldn't you be? That would be too convenient for me, wouldn't it?"

"Don't try to deflect," Sullyoon snaps. "It doesn't matter how we know each other. What matters is that you've been lying to both of us this entire time."

"Lying is a strong word." You're fully in defense mode now, your lawyer brain kicking into high gear even though you know you're standing on pretty shaky ground here. "I prefer to think of it as withholding certain information for an indefinite period of time. Technically speaking, I never actually lied about anything."

"Are you seriously trying to lawyer your way out of this right now?" Sullyoon looks at you with tremendous indignation. "You're not even a real lawyer, you're still in school! And you think semantics are going to save you here?"

"Hey, I'm a law student, which basically makes me a lawyer," you shoot back, unable to help yourself even though you know this is probably not the time for your usual schtick. "It's just a matter of a few exams and a piece of paper at this point. The knowledge is all there."

"Oh my god." Sullyoon actually laughs, but there's no humor in it. "This is unbelievable. You're actually doubling down on being an asshole right now."

Haewon makes this small noise, something between a whimper and a sigh, and you want to go to her, to explain, but Sullyoon is standing between you like a wall. You can see Haewon's eyes getting shiny with unshed tears. She's wearing this expression you've never seen on her before, this combination of hurt and confusion and something that might be hope, like she's still waiting for you to somehow make this okay.

"You're worthless," Sullyoon says. "There's no way you're getting away with this. You know that, right? You can't just charm your way out of what you did."

"But it's true!" you insist, and you can hear the desperation creeping into your own voice now. You hate how it sounds, but fuck it, you're in too deep to care about pride at this point. "Look, I know how this looks, but it just happened. It wasn't some master plan to screw you both over. One thing led to another and suddenly I was in the middle of this mess and I didn't know how to unfuck it."

Sullyoon’s not buying it, you can tell. The skepticism is written all over that perfect face, along with the anger and hurt that she's trying so hard to keep contained. You've seen her like this before, that time some asshole at a bar wouldn't leave her alone and she dressed him down with such cold precision that he practically ran away. But that fury was never directed at you before.

"I've been thinking about telling you both," you continue. "I swear to god, I have. This has been eating at me for weeks now. Every time I was with one of you, I'd think about the other, and I knew I was being a shit, I knew it wasn't fair, but I just kept putting it off because I didn't want to lose either of you."

"So you thought lying was the better option?" Sullyoon's voice rises slightly. "You thought keeping us in the dark was somehow better than being honest?"

"I didn't lie," you argue. "I just didn't tell you the whole truth. There's a difference."

"Oh, for fuck's sake." She throws her hands up. "There you go again with the lawyer bullshit. You didn't tell us you were seeing other people. That's lying by omission, which is still lying, you asshole."

You want to argue, want to find some technical loophole in her logic, but she's right and you know it. So instead you shift tactics, because that's what you do. You pivot. You look at Sullyoon, taking in the way her hands are clenched into fists at her sides.

"What I felt for you or Haewon wasn't fake. Sullyoon, you remember that night two months ago? When you came over after that disaster at work and you just completely broke down? You never let anyone see you like that, but you let me in. You cried on my shoulder for hours and told me everything about how scared you were that you weren't good enough, that you'd fail. And I held you and I listened and I meant every single thing I said to you that night. That wasn't fake. That wasn't some act."

Something flickers across her face and you know you've hit something real. She remembers. Of course she remembers. That was the night things shifted between you two, when it became more than just casual dating and started feeling like something that mattered. Then you turn to Haewon, who's still standing there looking like she wants to disappear into the floor. Her eyes are red now, tears threatening to spill over, and it makes your chest ache. She's chewing on her bottom lip, this nervous habit she has when she's trying not to cry, and you want to go to her, to pull her into your arms like you've done so many times before.

"And Haewon," you say, softer now. "That day you called me at three in the morning because you couldn't sleep, because your anxiety was through the roof and you felt like you were drowning? I drove across town in the middle of the night to be with you. I sat with you until the sun came up, talking about nothing and everything, making stupid jokes until you finally smiled again. I held your hand and told you that you weren't alone, that you were so much stronger than you thought you were. That wasn't fake either. None of it was fake."

Haewon's face crumples and a tear finally escapes, trailing down her cheek. She wipes at it quickly, almost angry at herself for showing that vulnerability in front of Sullyoon, but you saw it. You always see it with her, every little emotion that crosses her face like she's an open book.

"That's exactly why I'm so angry!" Sullyoon exclaims. "That's what makes this so much worse. Because I actually liked you. I really fucking liked you. I thought what we had was real, that it was going somewhere. I don't do this, I don't let people in like that, and you made me feel like maybe I could. Like maybe you were different."

"It IS real," you say, and you mean it with everything in you. "Sullyoon, it is real. What we have, what I have with both of you, it's all real. Maybe this doesn't have to be the end. Maybe we can figure something out."

She stares at you like you've just suggested something completely insane. (Which, fair, you kind of have.) But you're grasping at straws here, trying to find any angle that might save this situation from completely imploding.

"I know I wasn't honest," you continue, taking a step toward them. "I know I should have told you both from the start, or at least earlier than this. And I'm sorry for that, I really am. But I swear on everything that I wanted to tell you. I was working up to it, trying to figure out how to do it without losing you both, because the thought of losing either of you makes me feel sick."

"You should have thought about that before you decided to be a cheating piece of shit," Sullyoon snaps, but she's wavering, you can tell. She wants to stay angry, wants to hold onto that righteous fury, but you're getting through to her. Just a little.

"Please," you say, and you hate how the word sounds, how much you mean it. "Just sit down and talk with me. Give me a chance to explain everything, to lay it all out. If you still want to walk away after that, fine. I won't try to stop you. But at least hear me out first."

Sullyoon shakes her head, her mouth set in a hard line. She's made her decision, and it's written all over her face. This is done. You're done. She turns away from you, heading toward the door.

"Haewon, let's go," she says. "We're leaving." But Haewon doesn't move. She's rooted to the spot, her eyes fixed on you with this expression that's equal parts pain and longing. You can see the war happening inside her, the way she's torn between following her friend and staying with you. Her hands are trembling slightly, and she hugs her arms around herself like she's trying to hold herself together.

"Haewon," Sullyoon repeats, sharper this time. She's at the door now, her hand on the knob, waiting. "Come on. We're done here."

"Maybe," Haewon starts, so quiet you almost don't hear it. She clears her throat, speaking a little louder. "Maybe we should listen to what he has to say."

Sullyoon whips around, her eyes wide. "Are you kidding me right now? After everything he just admitted to? After he lied to both of us for months?"

"I know, I know it's bad," Haewon says, and she's wringing her hands now. "I know he messed up. But maybe there's an explanation, maybe if we just talk about it—"

"There's no explanation that makes this okay!" Sullyoon's voice rises, genuine shock coloring her anger now. "Haewon, what are you doing? Don't tell me you're actually considering forgiving him for this."

Haewon's face flushes, embarrassment and frustration mixing together. She looks at you, then at Sullyoon, then back at you again. Her eyes are pleading, desperate, and you can see how much this is costing her to speak up.

"I liked you!" The words burst out of her, louder than you've ever heard her speak. "I liked you so much. I was falling in love with you, okay? I was making plans in my head, stupid plans about the future and what it would be like to actually be with someone who got me. Who made me feel like I wasn't too much or too weird or too anything!"

Her voice cracks on the last word and more tears spill over. She's shaking now, her whole body trembling with everything she's been holding in. You've never seen her like this, so raw and exposed, and it breaks something in you.

"I thought this time it would be real," she continues, her words coming out in this rush like if she doesn't say them now she never will. "I thought you actually cared about me, not just the fun parts but all of me. The anxious mess parts, the parts that wake up at three in the morning convinced everything is falling apart. And you did care, didn't you? That wasn't fake, what you just said about that night. I know it wasn't."

You move before you can think about it, crossing the space between you and taking her hand. Her fingers are cold and she flinches slightly at the contact, but she doesn't pull away. You squeeze gently, trying to convey everything you can't quite put into words yet. "Let me explain," you say, looking into those watery eyes. "Please, Haewon. Let me explain everything.”

"Don't do this, Haewon," Sullyoon says, plea above anger. "You're going to regret it if you listen to him."

"Just listen to what I have to say," you tell Sullyoon, meeting her eyes with as much sincerity as you can muster. Because here's the thing about you that people don't always get: beneath all the smooth talking and the charm, you actually do give a shit. You're not some heartless player, even if you've managed to land yourself in the middle of a situation that makes you look exactly like that. "After that, you can leave. Hell, you can slap me across the face if you want. I'll stand here and take it."

Sullyoon studies you for a long moment. You know her; she's weighing her options, deciding whether giving you this chance is going to be worth it or if it's just going to make everything worse. Finally, she sighs and walks back toward you and Haewon. She leans in close to her, so close that her lips are practically brushing Haewon's ear, and whispers something you can't quite make out. Whatever it is makes Haewon's eyes widen slightly, and she gives this tiny nod. You're dying to know what was said, what agreement they just made without you, but you're smart enough not to push it right now.

"Fine," Sullyoon says, straightening up. "We'll listen. But this better be good."

The three of you move to the couch, and it's awkward as hell trying to figure out the seating arrangement. You end up in the middle because of course you do, with Sullyoon on your right sitting as far away as the cushions will allow, and Haewon on your left close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating off her. You're trying to figure out the best way to start this conversation that might just save your ass or completely destroy any remaining goodwill you have left.

"First," you say, ‘cause you need to understand the full scope of what you're dealing with here, "how did you two even figure this out? What gave me away?"

Sullyoon leans back against the couch, crossing her legs and fixing you with that intense stare of hers. Even pissed off and hurt, she's stupidly gorgeous, and you're momentarily distracted by the way her hair falls over her shoulder, catching the light. Focus, you tell yourself. This is not the time.

"Cigarette butts," she says simply.

"What?" You didn't get it.

"I was at Haewon's place last week," Sullyoon explains, “helping her clean up after that disaster of a party she threw. And I was taking out the trash when I noticed cigarette butts in the bin. Haewon doesn't smoke. She never has." She pauses, letting that sink in, and you're already seeing where this is going. Fuck. "So I asked her about it," Sullyoon continues. "And she got all flustered and said it was from the guy she was seeing. That he'd been over and smoked on her balcony." She turns to look at Haewon, who's staring down at her hands. "And I thought it was funny because the guy I was seeing smokes too. Which I hate, by the way. It's a disgusting habit and I've told you multiple times you need to quit."

"Noted," you mutter.

"Then Haewon got all excited. She wanted to show me a picture of her boyfriend. Well, not boyfriend exactly, but the guy she was getting serious with. The one who made her smile like an idiot every time her phone went off."

Haewon makes this small wounded sound, and you want to reach for her hand again but you're not sure if that's allowed right now. Instead you just sit there, waiting for Sullyoon to continue, even though you already know how this story ends.

"So she pulled up this photo on her phone," Sullyoon says. "Her and this guy at some coffee shop, his arm around her shoulders, both of them grinning at the camera. And I just froze. Because it was you. This smug asshole sitting right here was the guy Haewon had been gushing about for weeks. The same guy who'd been in my bed three nights before that."

You should have known, honestly. You smoke too much, you're too careless, and you definitely should have been more careful about where you left your cigarette butts. Rookie mistake, really. You're better than this.

"I should have quit smoking," you say, and you're trying for levity here, trying to break some of the tension, but it falls flat.

"It's not the fucking cigarette's fault," Sullyoon snaps. "Don't try to deflect. This is on you."

"I know," you say, and now it's time for you to actually explain, to lay it all out and hope that your natural persuasiveness can work some magic here. "I know it is. Look, when I started seeing you, Sullyoon, Haewon and I weren't serious yet. We'd been on a couple dates, sure, but it was casual. Nothing exclusive had been discussed. So when you and I met at that gallery opening and you gave me your number, there was no reason for us not to hook up."

Sullyoon maintains the same serious expression, but she doesn't interrupt, which you're taking as a good sign.

"And then things just escalated," you continue, spreading your hands in this helpless gesture. "With both of you. Faster than I expected. One week I'm taking Haewon to this indie movie she wanted to see, the next I'm staying up all night talking with you about philosophy and art and everything in between. Both of you just pulled me in, and before I knew it, I was in deep with both of you and I didn't know how to navigate it."

"You could have been honest," Sullyoon says. "That's how you navigate it. You tell the truth."

"I know that now," you say, and it is true. "I know I should have said something earlier. But every time I thought about it, I chickened out because I didn't want to lose either of you. And I know how selfish that sounds, I do. But it's the truth."

Haewon finally looks up at you, her eyes still red and watery, and you can see she's actually listening. She wants to believe you, wants there to be a way through this mess. Sullyoon is harder to read, still guarded, but she hasn't left yet. That's something.

And this is where you're going to either completely fuck this up or pull off something that shouldn't be possible. Because you're about to suggest something that most people would think is insane, but you've always been good at making insane sound reasonable. It's one of your better talents, honestly, even if it does get you into trouble sometimes. Like now.

"What if," you say slowly, carefully, "this doesn't have to be the end? What if it could be the beginning of something different?"

Sullyoon's eyes narrow.

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm saying maybe this is actually a good thing," you continue, and you're warming up now, getting into your rhythm. This is what you do, what you're good at. You can talk your way into or out of anything if you just find the right angle. "No more secrets, no more sneaking around. Everything's out in the open now. What if instead of choosing, we just don't? What if I stay with both of you?"

As you expected: Haewon looks confused, like she's not sure she heard you correctly. Sullyoon looks like she's deciding between laughing in your face or actually killing you with her bare hands.

"You cannot be serious right now," Sullyoon says, dangerously quiet. "You actually think we're going to agree to share you? You want to have your cake and eat it too, is that it? You just want to take advantage of this situation so you can have sex with both of us at the same time. You're a damn fetishist. Typical fucking man."

"It's not like that," you argue, (and okay, maybe it is a little bit like that, but it's also more than that). "Look, my heart is just too big, alright? I can love you both equally. I do love you both. I know it sounds crazy, but it's true. Why should I have to choose when I care about both of you this much?"

"I should stab you," Sullyoon says flatly. "I should actually just stab you right now and be done with it."

"I always thought you were a pacifist," you reply, and there's that little smirk tugging at your lips because you can't help yourself.

"I'm reconsidering my stance on violence," she shoots back.

But here's the thing, and you know this about yourself: you're annoyingly persistent when you want something. And right now you want this to work, not just because the sex is good with both of them, though let's be real, it definitely is, but because you genuinely care about these two women sitting on either side of you.

You don't want to lose either of them.

"Think about it," you say, leaning forward slightly. "We don't have to be stuck in society's concepts of what a relationship should look like. Why do we have to follow these arbitrary rules that say you can only love one person at a time? Who decided that? Who said that's the only way to do things?"

"Literally everyone," Sullyoon says. "Society. Culture. Common sense."

"Fuck common sense," you counter. "Common sense is boring. Common sense is for people who are afraid to try something different. This could be the beginning of something new and beautiful. Something that actually works for all three of us."

You can see Haewon's expression shifting, this little spark of curiosity lighting up in her eyes. She's actually considering it, turning the idea over in her mind. Sullyoon notices too, and she looks at her friend with something like disbelief.

"The three of us together," you continue, pressing your advantage because you can feel the momentum shifting. "No more lies, no more hiding. Everything out in the open. You two are already friends, you already care about each other. And I care about both of you. Why not make it work?"

"Because it's insane," Sullyoon argues. "Because relationships don't work like that. Someone always gets hurt, someone always ends up feeling left out or jealous or—"

"Not if we communicate," you interrupt. "Not if we're honest with each other from here on out. I know I fucked up by not being upfront from the beginning, but we can start fresh. New rules, new dynamic. All three of us in this together."

Haewon is chewing on her bottom lip again, and you know that look. She's seriously thinking about it. Because for all her insecurity and anxiety, Haewon is also weirdly open-minded about stuff like this.

"I don't know," she says quietly. "It sounds complicated."

"Everything worth doing is complicated," you say, and you finally do reach for her hand this time, lacing your fingers through hers. She doesn't pull away. "But I think we could make it work. I really do."

Sullyoon is watching this exchange with her arms crossed, and you can practically see the war happening behind her eyes. Part of her wants to walk out right now, to tell you both to go to hell and never look back. But another part, the part that actually does care about you despite everything, is intrigued. You know her well enough by now to read the signs.

"You're unbelievable," she says, sighing. "You fuck up spectacularly, and somehow you're trying to spin it into this grand romantic gesture. Like we should be grateful you're graciously allowing us both to date you."

"That's not what I'm saying," you argue. "I'm saying we could all date each other. Equal partnership. No hierarchy, no one person getting more attention than the others. We figure it out together as we go."

"And what happens when it falls apart?" Sullyoon challenges. "When the jealousy kicks in and someone feels neglected? When Haewon and I end up resenting each other because we're competing for your attention?"

"Then we deal with it like adults," you say. "We talk about it. We work through it. The same way any relationship deals with problems.”

Sullyoon turns to Haewon, and she's not just mad at you anymore, she's genuinely worried about her friend, afraid that perhaps you might corrupt Mrs. Sunshine with your diabolical ideas.

"Haewon, please don't tell me you're actually buying this," Sullyoon says, “he's clearly trying to take advantage of both of us. Can't you see that? He's using pretty words and that stupid charming smile to manipulate us into accepting something completely fucked up."

Haewon's hand tightens in yours, and you can feel the tremor running through her fingers. She's scared, you realize, not of you but of making the wrong choice. Of losing something, whether it's you or Sullyoon or maybe both. Her eyes dart between you and her friend, and you can practically see the thoughts racing behind them, trying to process everything that's happening too fast.

"It's easy for you," Haewon says quietly, and you've never heard her talk like that. Not quite bitter, but getting there. "It's easy for you to just walk away from this, from him. You're Sullyoon. You're gorgeous and confident and guys throw themselves at you everywhere you go. You could have anyone you want."

"That's not the point," Sullyoon starts, but Haewon cuts her off.

"I'm not like that," Haewon continues, and her voice is getting stronger now, more certain. "I'm not the girl guys notice first. I'm awkward and I say stupid things and I trip over nothing. Do you know how long it's been since someone actually looked at me the way he does? Like I'm not just some weird girl who laughs too loud at her own jokes?"

You watch this unfold and you know you should probably say something, but you also know that this is between them right now. This is Haewon standing up for herself in a way she usually doesn't, and interrupting would be the worst possible move. So you keep your mouth shut, which is honestly a miracle for you, and you just hold her hand and wait.

"Haewon, don't do this," Sullyoon pleads, and now she's reaching for her friend's other hand, trying to create a physical connection that might counterbalance yours. "Don't humiliate yourself for him. You're worth so much more than being someone's second choice, someone he only keeps around because he can't decide between us."

"I'm not humiliating myself," Haewon says. She's always been so unsure of herself, so quick to apologize for taking up space, and seeing her fight for something she wants is fucking attractive. You would kiss her right now if you could. "I like him. And I think he likes me too. Really likes me, not just because I'm convenient or easy or whatever else you're thinking." She looks at you when she says that last part, and there's a question in her eyes. A plea, maybe, for you to confirm what she's saying, to back her up. And hell yes you're going to back her up because she's absolutely right.

"I do like you," you say, squeezing her hand. "More than like you, if we're being honest here."

Sullyoon makes this frustrated sound and releases Haewon's hand to run her fingers through her hair. She's agitated now, pacing would probably help but the couch doesn't give her that option, so instead she's just radiating this restless energy like an unstable nuclear reactor.

"This is insane," Sullyoon says again, like if she repeats it enough times it'll somehow make Haewon see reason. "You're really going to tell me you're okay with sharing him? With being part of some weird love triangle arrangement where you never know if you're actually enough for him?"

"No," Haewon says, and for a second your heart drops because you think she's changing her mind. But then she continues. "I'm not trading anyone for anyone. You're still my friend, Sullyoon. You're still my best friend. That doesn't change just because of this."

"And what about him?" Sullyoon gestures at you, and you're trying to look as nonthreatening as possible, which is hard when you're sitting between them like the world's most controversial prize. "He's just the guy you like? The guy who's been lying to you for months?"

"He's the guy who lied, yes," Haewon admits, and you wince because hearing it said so plainly fucking hurts even if it's true. "But he's also the guy who drove across the city at three in the morning because I was having a panic attack. He's the guy who remembered that I hate cilantro and always orders my food without it. He's the guy who listens when I ramble about my day even when it's boring as hell."

She's crying again, you notice, but these tears are different from before. Not devastated, just overwhelmed. Her free hand comes up to wipe at her cheeks, and she lets out this shaky laugh that's so perfectly Haewon.

"Those moments were real," she says, looking at Sullyoon with wet eyes. "I know they were. And I think you know your moments with him were real too. You felt it, didn't you? That connection, that feeling like maybe this person actually gets you in a way most people don't?"

Sullyoon's face twitches, a thousand emotions flickering across it too fast to name. Her mouth opens, closes, opens again. You can see her fighting with herself, trying to hold onto her anger because it's safer than admitting Haewon might be right.

"Maybe I felt it," Sullyoon finally says. "Maybe I did. But that doesn't mean I have to forgive him. That doesn't mean I have to be okay with this completely fucked up situation he's created."

"No one's saying you have to forgive him right now," Haewon says, and she's being so much braver than you've ever seen her. "No one's saying you have to decide anything right this second. I'm just saying maybe we shouldn't make a decision while we're all angry and hurt and confused."

Sullyoon looks at her friend, and you can see the moment something shifts. Not acceptance, not yet, but maybe the beginning of consideration. The rigid set of her shoulders loosens just slightly, and she slumps back against the couch cushions.

"I can't believe you're defending him.”

"I'm not defending what he did," Haewon clarifies. "I'm just saying I understand why he did it. And I think if you're honest with yourself, you understand too."

Ok, this is getting too intense, too sad, and that's never been your style. When things get heavy, you deflect. It's what you do best, honestly. Humor and irreverence are your weapons of choice, even when maybe they shouldn't be.

"You know what the problem is with you, Sullyoon?" you say, and you can't help the little smirk that tugs at your lips even though you know it's probably going to piss her off. "You think too much. You're always so serious about everything. It's exhausting just watching you process all this drama."

Her head snaps toward you so fast you're surprised she doesn't get whiplash. "Excuse me?"

"I'm just saying," you continue, because apparently you have a death wish, "all this heaviness isn't good for you. You're going to give yourself an ulcer with all the overthinking."

"You cheated on me!" Sullyoon's voice rises to an actual scream, and you can see the way her hands clench into fists. If she does decide to hit you, it's going to hurt. "You were seeing me and Haewon at the same time, lying to both of us, and you have the audacity to tell me I'm being too dramatic?"

"Well technically," you say, holding up one finger in that annoying way you know drives people crazy, "you weren't my girlfriend. So the word 'cheating' doesn't really apply here. It's more like I was casually seeing two people who hadn't explicitly asked for exclusivity."

The look on Sullyoon's face is almost comical. Her mouth falls open, and you can practically see the rage and hurt warring behind those stunning eyes. You know that was a low blow, throwing the technicality in her face, but it's also true. And truth, however inconvenient, is your specialty.

"That's..." she starts, and then stops, because what can she say? You're right, even if being right makes you an asshole. "That's such bullshit."

"Is it though?" you challenge. "We never had the 'what are we' conversation. Neither of us put a label on it."

"Because I was waiting for you to bring it up!" Sullyoon's voice cracks, and fuck, that hurts more than you expected. "I was waiting for you to ask me to be your girlfriend because I wanted you to. Because I thought you wanted it too."

And there it is. The real wound beneath all the anger. She wanted to be yours, officially, and you knew that. You could feel it in the way she looked at you, the way she'd linger in the mornings before leaving your apartment, like she was hoping you'd ask her to stay longer. To stay forever, maybe.

"I did want it," you admit, more serious. "I did want you to be my girlfriend, Sullyoon. Just as much as I wanted Haewon to be my girlfriend too."

Sullyoon sighs, overwhelmed, and turns away from you, but you're not done. You're on a roll now, and when you get going there's no stopping you. It's both your best and worst quality, this inability to know when to shut the fuck up.

"You know what's funny?" you say, and you're leaning forward now, your elbows on your knees. "I used to catch myself thinking about how cool it would be if you two met each other. Like, I'd be with Haewon and she'd say something dorky and cute, and I'd think 'God, Sullyoon would love this.' Or I'd be with you, Sullyoon, and you'd make one of your sharp observations about something, and I'd think 'Haewon would crack up at that.'" Both of them are looking at you now, Haewon with curiosity and Sullyoon with suspicion, and you keep going because this is actually true. You really did think about this, more than you probably should have.

"I had this whole fantasy in my head," you continue, gesturing with your hands like you're painting a picture in the air. "The three of us going out together. Getting drinks, going to that art gallery opening Sullyoon loves, or that arcade Haewon's been wanting to check out. I just knew you'd get along. I could feel it. The way you both laugh at stupid shit, the way you're both way smarter than you give yourselves credit for."

You pause, letting that sink in, and then you drop the kicker. "And it turns out I was right. You were already friends. You've been friends this whole time. If that's not fate, I don't know what is."

"Fate?" Sullyoon repeats incredulously. "You think this clusterfuck is fate?"

"I think the universe is trying to tell us something," you say with a shrug. "I'm just asking for a chance here. One chance to see if this could actually work."

"You're asking us to fulfill your depraved fantasy," Sullyoon shoots back. "You want to have two girlfriends because it gets you off, not because you actually care about making this work."

"Is it so bad?" you ask, and you're standing now, unable to sit still anymore. "Is it so terrible to want two girls at the same time? Two girls that I genuinely like and care about? Two girls who, by the way, don't hate each other? Who are actually friends and could potentially be more?"

You're pacing now, back and forth in front of the couch, your hands moving as you talk because you need the physical outlet for all this nervous energy. This is your closing argument, you realize. This is your chance to convince them or lose everything.

"Most guys in this situation would be dealing with two women who want to kill each other," you continue. "But you two? You already have a foundation. You already care about each other. That's not a bug, it's a feature."

"You think you deserve absolution?" Sullyoon asks, and despite herself, you see fascination flicker behind the anger. "You're guilty, and guilty men beg. But you're not begging - you’re bargaining.”

"No," you correct her. "I'm a guy who fucked up and wants to prove to both of you that I'm the right person for you. Both of you. Let me prove it."

Sullyoon crosses her arms, and you can see her defenses going back up. "What makes you think I would ever sleep with my own friend just to be with you? What makes you think I'd compromise our friendship for some guy?"

And here it is. Your finishing move. The ace you've been holding in your back pocket since you remembered that conversation from weeks ago. You try not to smile, you really do, but you can feel the satisfaction creeping across your face.

"You've done something like that before," you say simply.

"W-what?"

"You've been with a girl before," you elaborate, and now you're not even trying to hide the smirk. "You told me that yourself, remember? That night we were drinking wine and playing twenty questions and things got personal?"

"I..." Sullyoon starts, but she's stuttering now, thrown completely off balance. "How did you..."

"You said yes when I asked if you'd ever been with women," you continue, and you're enjoying this way too much. You know you are. But fuck if it doesn't feel good to finally have the upper hand in this conversation. "You said it was at a party. You were drunk. It was with a friend, you said. Before you became great friends, you specifically mentioned that part."

You turn to look at Haewon, whose face has gone bright red. Bingo.

"As soon as I saw you two together, I knew it was Haewon," you say. "The body language, the way you orbit around each other. The way Haewon got all flustered when Sullyoon touched her arm earlier. It's obvious if you know what to look for."

And yes, you're amazing, you know. They don't need to say it. The look on both their faces says it all.

Sullyoon stares at Haewon, and Haewon won't meet her eyes. The silence stretches out, taut and trembling, and for a second you think maybe you pushed too far. Maybe bringing up their past was crossing a line you shouldn't have crossed.

"We should go," Sullyoon murmurs. "Haewon, let's go."

But Haewon doesn't move. She's looking at you now with this expression you can't quite read, like she's seeing something she hadn't considered before. "What if he's right though?" she says quietly.

"What?" Sullyoon turns to stare at her friend.

"What if this actually works?" Haewon continues. "What if we're all sitting here fighting against something that could be good? We've already established that we all care about each other. We know the chemistry is there. Maybe we should at least try?"

"Haewon—" Sullyoon starts, but you cut in.

"Let me propose some rules," you say quickly, sensing an opening. "Ground rules so everyone feels safe and heard. We try this relationship, the three of us. We go out together, we talk about everything, complete transparency from here on out."

"This is insane," Sullyoon mutters, but she's not leaving. That's significant.

"I promise I'll never lie again," you continue, ticking points off on your fingers. "You'll both have access to my phone twenty-four seven. Full transparency on my location, my messages, everything. And if by some chance I fuck up and there's a third girl? Sullyoon can stab me. Multiple times. I'll sign a contract allowing the stabbings. All legal and binding."

Despite herself, despite everything, Sullyoon laughs. It's a short, shocked sound, but it's a laugh. "You'd sign a contract allowing me to stab you?"

"I'd sign it tomorrow," you say seriously. "Hell, I'd sign it right now if I had paper. I'll write it up myself. All within the bounds of the law, of course. I'm not trying to catch a murder charge here."

"Why are you so desperate?" Sullyoon asks, genuinely trying to understand what's going on in your head.

"Because I don't want to lose you," you say simply. "Either of you. You're both incredible. Sullyoon, you're brilliant and sharp and you challenge me in ways no one else does. You make me want to be better, smarter, more honest. And Haewon, you're sweet and funny and you make me feel like I'm not just some asshole with commitment issues. You make me feel like I could actually be someone's person." You look between them, these two beautiful women who somehow ended up in your life at the same time. "If you leave right now, I'm probably going to cry," you admit. "Like actually cry. Ugly cry. The whole thing."

Haewon laughs despite herself, this surprised giggle that breaks through the tension. "You're ridiculous."

"I'm aware," you say. "But I'm ridiculous about both of you, so there's that."

Even Sullyoon is smiling a little now, just this tiny upturn at the corner of her lips that she's trying to hide. You've got them, you realize. You're actually pulling this off.

"Look," you try again, calmer now, “let's just sit down and have dinner. Have a drink. Let's be civilized adults about this and talk it through. No more yelling, no more accusations. Just the three of us figuring out if this crazy thing could actually work."

Sullyoon looks at Haewon, then at you, then back at Haewon. You can see her weighing it all in her mind, every argument for and against. The silence stretches out so long you're starting to sweat.

"Fine," Sullyoon finally says, and you have to stop yourself from fist-pumping the air like an idiot. "Fine, we'll stay for dinner. But I'm not promising anything beyond that."

"That's all I'm asking. Just a chance. That's all.”

The three of you get up from the couch and walk towards the dining table, the girls settle into chairs across from each other, and that's when you remember the slight problem with your dinner plans. You glance at the table, at the two perfectly portioned containers of pasta from that overpriced Italian place, and yeah, this is definitely only enough food for two people. You were expecting a romantic evening with Haewon, not whatever the hell this has turned into.

"So, slight logistical issue," you announce, grabbing the wine bottles from the counter. "The dinner I ordered was actually meant for two people, shockingly enough. Didn't really anticipate having a third party join us tonight."

"Shocking," Sullyoon says dryly.

"Right, so here's what we're going to do," you continue, already moving into problem-solving mode. "Sullyoon, you can have my portion. Haewon keeps hers. I'll just drink and maybe steal some bread if there's any left."

You start serving them, placing the containers in front of each of them with this flourish like you're some fancy waiter at a five-star restaurant instead of a law student who's currently trying to convince two women to date him simultaneously. You're laying it on thick with the charm, pouring their wine with exaggerated care, making sure their napkins are perfectly placed. It's ridiculous and you know it, but it's also working. You can see Haewon's lips twitching with a suppressed smile.

"There you go, ladies," you say with a grin. "Dinner is served. Bon appétit and all that pretentious shit."

Haewon picks up her fork and twirls some pasta around it, taking a tentative bite. Her eyes light up immediately, and she makes this little satisfied sound that does things to you even in the middle of this bizarre situation.

"Oh my god, this is delicious," she says, already going in for another bite. "Where did you get this?"

"That place on Fifth we talked about going to," you reply, settling into the chair at the head of the table with your wine glass. "Figured I'd bring it here instead since they never have reservations available."

Sullyoon is just sitting there staring at her food like it might be poisoned, her fork resting untouched next to the container. You can tell she's still processing everything, still trying to reconcile the anger she came here with and whatever it is she's feeling now. Her jaw is tight, but her shoulders have relaxed just a fraction, and that's progress.

"Why do you want two girls?" she asks suddenly, not looking at you. "Like seriously, why? Isn't that too much work? Too… complicated?"

"I don't want you," you say, pausing for a moment before continuing (purely for dramatic effect), "I need you. Both of you. And you're never too much work."

Sullyoon snorts, finally picking up her fork but still not eating. "That's such a line."

"It's not a line if it's true," you counter. "Look, you both bring different things into my life. Things I didn't even know I needed until I had them."

"Very diplomatic," Sullyoon mutters, but you catch the ghost of a smile. "It's not like you could even handle two girls at once anyway," she adds, hiding a mischievous little smirk.

"You want to bet on that?" you ask, raising an eyebrow. "Because I will absolutely take that bet and I will absolutely win."

Haewon's eyes go wide, and she nearly chokes on her pasta. "Oh my god," she manages between coughs. "Are we really having this conversation right now?"

“Well, if we keep this going, we'll get there eventually,” you say casually. “Or do you think a threesome is just for playing dominoes?”

"I don't know anyone who's actually been in a threesome before," Haewon comments once she's recovered. "Like, I've heard about it obviously, but I don't know anyone who's actually done it."

"That's because you don't know people stupid enough to agree to something so ridiculous," Sullyoon says, finally taking a bite of her food. She chews slowly, deliberately, like she's using the time to think.

You shrug, pouring yourself more wine. "Or maybe we just don't know people brave enough to try something revolutionary. We could be pioneers here. The first super threesome that actually works long-term."

"We're not a threesome," Sullyoon says firmly.

"Yet," you add with a grin.

She glares at you, but it's not the same furious glare from before. This one has less bite, more exasperation, like you're a particularly annoying puppy she can't quite bring herself to kick.

The conversation continues as they eat and you drink, and slowly, so slowly you almost don't notice it happening, the atmosphere in the room starts to shift. Haewon finishes her pasta and reaches for her wine, taking bigger sips now that the initial shock has worn off. Sullyoon actually compliments the food, though she directs the comment at Haewon instead of you, like acknowledging that you made a good choice would be admitting too much. You're on your second glass when you notice Haewon slipping her shoes off under the table, tucking her feet up under her the way she always does when she's getting comfortable somewhere. It's such a familiar gesture, something you've seen her do a hundred times at your place, and seeing her do it now feels significant somehow. Like she's allowing herself to relax, to be here in this moment despite everything.

Sullyoon notices too, you can tell by the way her eyes track the movement. And then, maybe without even realizing she's doing it, she slides her own heels off, pushing them aside with her toes. Her feet are small and delicate, her toenails painted this deep red that matches the wine in her glass, and you file that detail away in the part of your brain that catalogs everything about her.

"You know, for someone who came here with the express purpose of stabbing me," you say, gesturing at Sullyoon with your wine glass, "you're awfully well dressed. And you smell really good. Is that a new perfume?"

"I didn't dress up for you," Sullyoon says quickly, but the tips of her ears are turning pink. "I just happened to be wearing this already. It has nothing to do with you."

"Uh huh," you say, not believing her for a second. You turn to Haewon. "What about you? Did you get all pretty to come see me tonight?"

Haewon bites her lip, and you can see her fighting back a smile. "Maybe," she admits. "I might have spent an extra twenty minutes on my hair. And I might have changed my outfit three times before leaving."

"Three times?" Sullyoon looks at her friend with something like betrayal. "You got dressed three times to confront the guy who's been lying to both of us?”

"He's worth it," Haewon says defensively. "Usually."

You laugh at the qualifier, raising your glass to her. "Usually. I'll take it, babe."

The wine is working its magic now, loosening everyone up, lowering the walls that were sky-high when they first walked in. Sullyoon reaches for the bottle and refills her own glass without asking, and you notice the way she's sitting now, less rigid, more relaxed. Her legs are crossed but her body is angled slightly toward the table instead of away, and that's a good sign. Her face is still that perfect combination of delicate and striking, those high cheekbones catching the light, her eyes slightly unfocused from the alcohol.

"This is so weird," Sullyoon says, taking a long sip of wine. "Like, objectively, this entire situation is completely fucking weird."

"Weird doesn't mean bad though," you point out. "Weird can be good. Revolutionary, even."

"You keep using that word," Haewon says. "Revolutionary. Like we're starting some kind of movement instead of just making terrible life choices."

"Potato, potato," you say with a shrug. "Six of one, half dozen of the other."

The conversation continues, flowing more naturally now as the wine does its job. You're all on your third glasses when Haewon starts telling this story about her coworker who keeps stealing her lunch from the office fridge, and Sullyoon chimes in with legal advice about how to handle it, and you add your own commentary about the ethics of food theft in shared spaces. It's absurd and normal and comfortable in a way that shouldn't be possible given what happened an hour ago.

"See?" you say, gesturing between the three of them. "This isn't so bad, is it? We're talking, we're drinking, we're actually enjoying each other's company."

Haewon nods, and there's this soft smile on her face that makes her look even prettier than usual. Her cheeks are flushed from the wine, her eyes bright and happy in a way they weren't when she first arrived. "It is nice," she admits. "Having everyone together like this. I always wanted you two to meet, I just didn't think it would happen like this."

"It's weird," Sullyoon insists, but there's no real conviction behind it anymore. "I still can't look at your face without feeling angry."

"I can't look at your face without feeling in love."

"You two have chemistry," Haewon observes, and she's smiling now, this genuine smile that reaches her eyes. "Like, real chemistry. The kind you can feel from across the room."

"We do," you agree immediately, because it's true.

"We don't," Sullyoon argues. "We have nothing."

"You're such a liar," you say, but you're grinning when you say it. "We have everything and you know it.” You turn to look at Haewon. "Just like you and I have chemistry," you say, reaching across the table to take her hand. Her fingers are warm from holding her wine glass, and they fit perfectly in yours like they always do. "So much chemistry. Undeniable chemistry."

Haewon's eyes drop to where your hands are joined, and then she looks back up at you with this expression that's half nervous and half determined. Before you can say anything else, she's leaning across the table, closing the distance between you, and then her lips are on yours. It's not the first time you've kissed Haewon, obviously. You've kissed her dozens of times at this point, in your apartment and at the cinema and in that coffee shop where you first asked her out. But this feels different. This kiss is charged with everything that's happened tonight, all the tension and fear and hope together. She tastes like wine and pasta sauce, and you're kissing her back without thinking, your free hand coming up to cup her jaw. When she pulls away, both of you slightly breathless, you hear Sullyoon's voice from beside you.

"She's a lost cause," Sullyoon says, and when you turn to look at her, her eyes are huge. She's staring at Haewon like she's just witnessed something she can't quite process, her wine glass frozen halfway to her lips. "Absolutely hopeless. I can't believe you just did that in front of me."

"Your turn," you say, and the grin on your face is probably insufferable but you don't care. You're riding high on the fact that Haewon just kissed you in front of Sullyoon, that she chose you even with her best friend watching. The adrenaline is pumping through your veins, making you bold, making you stupid.

You push your chair back and stand, moving around the table toward Sullyoon. She tracks your movement with her eyes, and you can see the war happening behind them. Want and anger and fear all tangled up together.

"I know you want this too," you say, coming to stand in front of her chair. "You wouldn't still be here if you didn't."

"No," Sullyoon murmurs, "Don't come any closer."

You take another step forward. And another. You're right in front of her now, close enough that you can smell that perfume she insisted she didn't wear for you, something floral and expensive that makes your head fuzzy. She's looking up at you with those stunning eyes, her lips parted slightly, and she's not moving away. She could. But she doesn't.

"I mean it," she says, but there's no force behind the words. She's playing hard to get because that's what Sullyoon does, but you can read the truth in the way her chest is rising and falling faster, the way her pupils are dilated.

"Sure you do," you murmur, and then you're leaning down, wrapping your arms around her shoulders, pulling her into a hug that she doesn't resist. She's stiff at first, her body holding onto that last bit of pride, but then she softens just slightly. Just enough.

You kiss her cheek, right at the corner of her mouth, and you feel her breath hitch. "I promise," you say against her skin, "I won't make you regret this.” She turns her head, and suddenly you're face to face, her nose nearly touching yours. Her eyes are searching yours for something, some assurance that you're not going to fuck this up again, that you're serious about making this work. And you are serious. You've never been more serious about anything in your life.

"You better not," she whispers.

You kiss her, and it's different from kissing Haewon. Haewon kisses like she's afraid you might disappear if she holds on too tight, all soft and sweet and hesitant. Sullyoon kisses like she's trying to claim you, her lips firm and demanding, one hand coming up to fist in your shirt and pull you closer. There's a hunger in it that makes your knees weak, and you're dimly aware that Haewon is watching from across the table but you can't bring yourself to care. When Sullyoon finally pulls back, there's something vulnerable in her eyes you've only seen a handful of times. Her defenses are down, stripped away by the wine and the emotion and whatever decision she just made to let you in again.

"What you did really hurt me," she says quietly. "I was falling for you. Hard. And finding out about Haewon, realizing you'd been seeing both of us, it made me feel like everything we had was a lie. Like I was just another girl to you."

You start kissing her again, soft pecks all over her face. Her forehead, her cheeks, the tip of her nose, back to her lips. "I'm sorry," you murmur between kisses. "I'm so fucking sorry, Sullyoon. You were never just another girl. You're everything." She lets you kiss her, her eyes fluttering closed, and you can feel the tension slowly draining out of her body. You kiss along her jaw, down to that spot just below her ear that you know makes her shiver.

"I'll never make you sad again," you promise, and you mean it with everything in you. "I swear. No more lies, no more hiding. Just us. All three of us, completely honest."

"You better keep that promise," Sullyoon says, and when she opens her eyes again, a last note of pride burns behind the brown of her iris. "Because if you hurt me again, I will set you on fire. I'm not joking. I will actually commit arson."

"Noted," you say, grinning against her skin. "I accept the terms of that threat. You have my full permission to burn me alive if I fuck this up."

"I'll hold you to that," she says, and then her hand comes up to cup your face, her thumb brushing across your cheek. She pulls back slightly to look at you, and her eyes narrow. "You have lipstick all over your face."

You glance down and see the smudge of color on her thumb. It's a mix, you realize. The soft pink that Haewon was wearing mixed with Sullyoon's deeper red.

"Occupational hazard of kissing two beautiful women," you say with a shrug, but you're smiling so wide your face hurts. "I'm not complaining."

Sullyoon wipes at another spot on your jaw, shaking her head but there's this tiny smile on her lips now. Not quite forgiveness, not yet, but something close. Something that looks like possibility.

"You are the most scoundrel guy in the world," she points out.

"And yet here you are," you counter. "Still in my apartment. Still letting me kiss you. Almost like you don't actually hate me as much as you're pretending to."

"I do hate you," she argues, but it's half-hearted at best. "I hate how much I don't hate you."

From across the table, Haewon giggles. "That makes no sense," she points out, and when you turn to look at her, she's got this dopey smile on her face, her chin propped in her hand. "But I get it. He has that effect on people."

"He's infuriating," Sullyoon agrees.

"Devastatingly charming," you correct.

"Infuriatingly charming," Haewon compromises, and you'll take it.

"So," you say, returning to your chair, “does this mean we're doing this? All three of us?"

"Don't push your luck,” Sullyoon warns you.

"I'm just trying to clarify the terms of our agreement here," you argue. "As a future lawyer, I believe in clear communication and defined parameters."

"You're not a lawyer yet," Sullyoon reminds you for probably the hundredth time.

"Semantics," you wave a hand dismissively. "The point stands.”

She smiles at you, and it's real this time. Not the bitter angry smile from before, not the skeptical one she's been using all night, but an actual genuine smile that makes her whole face light up. It transforms her from beautiful to absolutely devastating, and you're momentarily stunned by it. This is why you couldn't choose, you think. How could anyone be expected to choose between these two incredible women

The wine keeps flowing as the three of you talk, the conversation moving from serious to silly and back again. You've lost count of how many glasses you've all had at this point, but the bottle on the table is definitely empty and you're pretty sure you opened a second one at some point. Everything has that pleasant fuzzy quality that comes with being just drunk enough that your inhibitions are lowered but not so drunk that you're sloppy.

"We should move to the couch," Haewon suggests, already standing up and wobbling slightly. She giggles at her own unsteadiness, catching herself on the back of her chair. "The chairs are getting uncomfortable."

"Because you're sitting weird," Sullyoon points out, but she's standing too, stretching her arms above her head in a way that makes her sweater ride up slightly. You catch a glimpse of smooth skin and quickly look away before you get caught staring. "You always sit like a pretzel and then wonder why your legs hurt."

"I like sitting like a pretzel," Haewon argues, already making her way to the living room. "It's comfortable."

The three of you migrate to the couch, they end up sitting next to each other on one side of the couch, leaving you on the other end. It's different seeing them together like this, side by side. They're leaning into each other slightly, comfortable in a way that speaks to years of friendship, and you're struck again by how lucky you are that they don't actually hate each other. Most guys in this situation would be dealing with World War Three, but here these two are, best friends who apparently made out at a party once and are now somehow both considering dating the same person.

"You know how lucky you are that we're both still here, right?" Sullyoon says, turning to look at you with those intense eyes. "Like, you understand how easily this could have gone a completely different way?"

"I know," you say seriously, meeting her gaze. "Trust me, I know. I'm not taking this for granted."

"You better not," she says, but there's no threat in it this time. Just statement of fact.

"I promise," you tell her, and then you look at both of them, these two incredible women who somehow ended up in your apartment on what was supposed to be a simple dinner date. "I'm not going to waste this opportunity. Whatever this is, whatever it becomes, I'm all in."

Haewon leans her head on Sullyoon's shoulder, and the sight of it does something to you. They look good together, you think. They fit in a way that's different from how you fit with either of them individually. There's this easy intimacy between them that comes from years of friendship, and you're suddenly very aware that you're the outsider here. They've known each other longer, they have history together, and you're just the guy who somehow stumbled into both their lives at the same time.

"So what happens now?" Haewon asks, her words slightly slurred from the wine. "Like, logistically. Do we all just pretend this is normal? Do we tell people? Do we have scheduled days?"

"Scheduled days sounds so clinical," you say with a laugh. "Like I'm a timeshare or something."

"You kind of are though," Sullyoon points out. "We're literally sharing you."

"I prefer to think of it as you both having full access to me," you counter. "No restrictions, no limitations. I'm yours. Both of yours."

Haewon sits up, suddenly animated despite the alcohol. This is classic drunk Haewon, you realize. She gets passionate and talkative and starts making elaborate plans that may or may not make sense in the morning. "We could go on dates together," she says excitedly. "The three of us. Like to museums and restaurants and stuff. Oh! We should go to that new karaoke place that opened downtown. I've been dying to go but I didn't want to go alone."

"Karaoke?" Sullyoon looks skeptical. "I don't do karaoke."

"Yes you do," Haewon insists. "Remember that time on Lily's birthday when you sang that Ariana Grande song and everyone lost their minds?"

"I was extremely drunk," Sullyoon argues. "That doesn't count."

"Well we're extremely drunk now," you point out. "So technically if we went to karaoke right now, it would count."

"We're not going to karaoke right now," Sullyoon says firmly. "It's like..." she squints at the clock on the wall, "way too late for karaoke."

"It's barely eight," Haewon giggles. "That's not late."

"It's late for me," Sullyoon says, but she's smiling. "I'm old. I need my beauty sleep."

"You’re twenty-one," you say. "That's not old."

"Tell that to my knees," she mutters.

"I have so many ideas," Haewon continues, bouncing slightly in her seat. "We could have movie nights where we all pick a film and then we do a marathon. Oh, and we could cook together! I'm terrible at cooking but you're decent and Sullyoon is actually good, so between the three of us we might be able to make something edible."

"I like how your plan still has you contributing nothing to the cooking," Sullyoon observes.

"I can be moral support!" Haewon protests. "That's important too!"

"What about you?" you ask Sullyoon. "What do you want out of this? Assuming we're really doing this."

Sullyoon considers the question, taking a slow sip of her wine. She's more methodical than Haewon, more careful with her words even when drunk. "I want honesty," she says finally. "Complete transparency. No more surprises, no more finding out about secret other girlfriends."

"There are no other girlfriends," you assure her. "Just you two. That's it. That's all I want."

"Good," she says. "And I want us to actually talk about things. If someone's feeling neglected or jealous or whatever, we deal with it immediately. We don't let it fester."

"That's very mature of you," you observe.

"Someone has to be the adult in this situation," she replies. "God knows it's not going to be you."

"Hey, I can be mature," you argue. "I'm in law school. That's very mature."

"You tried to bribe a professor last semester," Sullyoon reminds you.

"That was a joke," you protest. "Obviously I wasn't actually going to give him concert tickets in exchange for a better grade."

"You absolutely were," Sullyoon says. "You just chickened out at the last second."

Haewon is watching this exchange with delight, her eyes bright with alcohol and happiness. "You two are so cute when you bicker," she says. "It's like watching an old married couple."

"We're not old," you say.

"Or married," Sullyoon adds.

"Yet," Haewon says with a mischievous grin, and both you and Sullyoon look at her with varying degrees of alarm.

"Okay, slow down there," you say. "Let's maybe get through the first date as a throuple before we start planning the wedding."

"Throuple," Haewon repeats, testing out the word. "Is that what we are? A throuple?"

"I don't know what we are," Sullyoon admits. "But I guess we're something."

"We're something," you agree, and you reach out to take both their hands. Haewon's fingers lace through yours immediately, eager and warm. Sullyoon hesitates for just a second before allowing it, her grip more tentative but still there. "We're definitely something."

The conversation continues, meandering from topic to topic the way drunk conversations do. At some point, the conversation turns flirtier. You're not sure who starts it, maybe it's just the natural progression of three people who are attracted to each other getting progressively drunker together. But suddenly Haewon is complimenting your hands, going on about how much she likes the way they look, Sullyoon is cringing hard at how shamelessly Haewon is talking but also agreeing that yes, you do have nice hands.

"It's not just the hands," Haewon says, and she's definitely drunk now. "It's the whole package. The face, the smile, the way you smell."

"The way I smell?" you repeat with a laugh.

"You smell good!" she insists. "Like expensive cologne and cigarettes and something else I can't quite place."

"Bad decisions," Sullyoon supplies. "He smells like bad decisions."

"Hey," you protest. "I'm not a bad decision. I'm a questionable decision that might turn out okay."

"That's worse," Sullyoon says, but she's smiling now, relaxed in a way she hasn't been all night. "You know that's worse, right?"

"I think he's a good decision," Haewon says loyally, snuggling closer to Sullyoon but looking at you. "Maybe not a smart decision, but a good one."

"There's a difference?" you ask.

"Definitely," Sullyoon says. "Smart decisions are boring. Good decisions make you happy even if they're stupid."

"That's surprisingly philosophical for someone who's had almost an entire bottle of wine," you observe.

"I contain multitudes," Sullyoon replies grandly, waving her glass for emphasis and nearly spilling it. "I'm deep."

"You're drunk," you correct with a grin.

"I'm both," she insists. "I can be both."

Haewon suddenly perks up like she's had a brilliant idea. "We should play truth or dare," she announces. "But like, only truth. Because if we do dares right now someone's going to end up in the emergency room."

"Truth or truth?" Sullyoon says. "That's just called a conversation, Haewon."

"But it's more fun with structure," Haewon argues. "Come on, it'll be like we're teenagers again."

"We literally are barely not teenagers," you point out. "We're all in our early twenties."

"Semantics," Haewon says, throwing your own word back at you. "Are we playing or not?"

"Fine," Sullyoon says. "But I'm asking the first question." She turns to look at you. "Truth: When did you know you were in too deep with both of us? When did you realize you couldn't choose?"

It's a loaded question, and you take a moment to really think about your answer. These two deserve honesty, especially now.

"About a month in," you admit. "I was with you, Sullyoon, at that art gallery. And you were talking about this painting, going into all this detail about the brushwork and the composition. And I remember thinking that I could listen to you talk forever. That I wanted to know everything about you." Haewon notices Sullyoon slightly shy, and you continue. "But then two days later I was with Haewon, and we were at that bookstore she loves. And she was showing me all these books she'd read as a kid, getting so animated about these stories. And I realized I felt the exact same way about her. Like I wanted to know every single thing in her head."

Haewon makes a small sound, something between a sigh and a whimper, and you're pretty sure if Sullyoon wasn't between you she'd be kissing you right now.

"That's when I knew I was fucked," you finish. "Because I couldn't imagine giving up either one of you.”

Sullyoon goes quiet for a moment, and you can see her processing everything you just said. Then she turns to Haewon, and suddenly the mood in your living room changes.

"Haewon," Sullyoon sounds sober now despite the wine, focused in a way that makes you sit up straighter. "If I agree to this, if we actually do this, it's going to change our relationship forever. You understand that, right?"

Haewon blinks, seeming to sober up a little too at the gravity in Sullyoon's tone. "What do you mean?"

"I mean this isn't like those times at parties when we were drunk and things got fuzzy," Sullyoon explains, and you're suddenly very aware that you're witnessing something private between them. "This would be different. This would be intentional. The two of us, together, with him. That changes things between us."

"I know," Haewon says quietly.

"Do you?" Sullyoon presses. "Because I need you to really think about this. We've been friends for years. Best friends. And I don't want to lose that because we decided to do something stupid."

Haewon reaches out and takes Sullyoon's hand, lacing their fingers together in a mirror of how she held yours earlier. "I like you," Haewon confesses. "I've always liked you, Sully. And if getting closer to you is part of this, then that's not a problem for me. It's actually kind of perfect."

Sullyoon's breath catches, and you watch as she processes this confession. Her free hand comes up to rest on Haewon's thigh, her fingers splaying across the fabric of her jeans.

"I like you too. A lot. Princess," Sullyoon adds, and the pet name makes Haewon's eyes go wide. "Are you sure about this? Once we cross this line, we can't go back."

Haewon nods, and there are tears gathering in her eyes but she's smiling. "I'm sure. I've never been more sure of anything."

"Then kiss me.”

Haewon freezes, her eyes darting to you for a second like she's asking permission. You nod, encouraging her. "Go ahead," you say quietly. "It's okay."

Haewon turns back to Sullyoon, and you can see her gathering her courage. She's nervous, you can tell by the way her hands are shaking slightly, by the way she's biting her lower lip. But she leans in anyway, closing the distance between them, and then her lips are on Sullyoon's.

It's different from how either of them kiss you. Softer, more exploratory, like they're rediscovering something they'd half-forgotten. Sullyoon's hand comes up to cup Haewon's face, her thumb stroking along her cheekbone, and she kisses back with this tenderness that makes your throat tight. There's history here, you realize. This isn't the first time they've done this, but it might be the first time they've done it with intention behind it.

When they finally pull apart, both of them are breathing harder. Haewon's face is flushed pink, her lips slightly swollen, and Sullyoon is looking at her with this expression that's equal parts fond and hungry.

"Fuck," Sullyoon breathes out, closing her eyes for a second. "Okay. That's it. There's no turning back now."

"Is that a bad thing?" Haewon asks nervously.

"No," Sullyoon says, opening her eyes to look at her friend. "It's terrifying, but it's not bad."

She turns to look at you then. A decision has been made, some internal battle has been won or lost, and she's committed to this path now. "We should probably figure out logistics," she says, and her voice has that practical edge to it even though her hand is still on Haewon's thigh. "Like, is your bed even big enough for three people?"

"There's only one way to find out," you say, and you're grinning because you can't help it. This is actually happening. They're actually agreeing to this insane thing.

"Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" Sullyoon asks, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm suggesting we go check out my bedroom," you reply. "For purely practical purposes. We need to assess the sleeping arrangements."

"Sleeping arrangements," Haewon repeats, and she giggles. "Is that what we're calling it?"

"That's what I'm calling it," you say. "What you call it is up to you."

Sullyoon and Haewon look at each other, another one of those silent conversations passing between them. Then Sullyoon nods, just a tiny dip of her chin, and Haewon smiles.

"Okay," Sullyoon says. "Show us this bedroom of yours."

You stand up, offering a hand to each of them. Haewon takes yours immediately, her fingers warm and eager. Sullyoon hesitates for just a heartbeat before placing her hand in your other one, and then you're pulling them both to their feet. They're standing close to you now, close enough that you can smell Haewon's vanilla body spray mixing with Sullyoon's expensive perfume.

"This way.”

The walk from the living room to your bedroom has never felt longer. It's maybe fifteen steps, twenty at most, but each one feels weighted with significance. Haewon is clinging to your hand like you might disappear if she lets go, and Sullyoon is walking with this deliberate grace despite the wine, her fingers laced through yours.

You push open the door to your bedroom, and suddenly you're very aware of the state of it. You'd cleaned up earlier for Haewon, made the bed with fresh sheets and everything, but now you're seeing it through new eyes. The bed is a queen size, definitely big enough for two people, but three? That might be cozy.

"It's nice," Haewon says, looking around with genuine interest. "I always liked your room."

"Thanks," you say, watching as she examines the framed prints you'd hung up last month. "I was going for 'adult who has his shit together' aesthetic."

"You nailed it," she says. "Very adult. Much together."

Sullyoon looks around your room with new eyes, taking in the space she's been in so many times before but never like this. Never with Haewon here too. "This is so weird," she says. "I've slept in this bed so many times, and now..."

"And now it's going to be even better," you interrupt, moving closer to her. "More intimate. More us."

You gesture toward the bed. "Come on, let's all test it out properly."

But before you can take another step, Sullyoon places both hands on your chest and gives you a firm push backward. You stumble and fall back onto the mattress with a surprised laugh, bouncing slightly as you land.

"Patience," she says with a smirk. "Give us some space here. We need room to work."

"Room to work?" you repeat, propping yourself up on your elbows. "What kind of work are we talking about?"

Instead of answering, Sullyoon reaches for the hem of her sweater, pulling it up and over her head in one smooth motion. Your breath catches in your throat as she reveals herself, standing there in just her skirt and this black lace bra that does absolutely sinful things to her figure. Her skin is pale and flawless, and the way the lace contrasts against it makes your mouth go dry.

Haewon immediately follows suit, tugging her own cropped cardigan off with less grace but equal enthusiasm. She's wearing this soft pink bra that's so perfectly her, sweet and pretty and feminine. Her cheeks are flushed, whether from the wine or embarrassment or excitement you can't tell, but it makes her look even more beautiful.

"Fuck me," you breathe out, and both girls smile at your reaction.

You sit up quickly, pulling your own shirt over your head and tossing it somewhere across the room. If they're getting undressed, you're not about to be left out. Your pants follow, leaving you in just your boxer briefs, and you catch both of them looking, their eyes tracking over your body with obvious appreciation.

Sullyoon pulls down the zipper of her skirt, sliding the fabric down her long legs with this deliberate slowness that's absolutely torturous to watch. When she kicks them aside, she's left in just her matching black lace set, and Jesus Christ, she's stunning. You never get tired of appreciating her beauty. Perfect proportions, tall and lean with curves in exactly the right places. Her legs seem to go on forever, and her waist is so narrow you could probably span it with your hands. Her stomach is flat and toned, and the way the lace sits on her hips makes you want to trace every edge with your tongue.

Haewon is more hurried with her jeans, eager to catch up, and when she's stripped down to her underwear she's breathtaking in a completely different way. Where Sullyoon is all sharp angles and elegant lines, Haewon is soft curves and inviting warmth. Her thighs are thick and gorgeous, the kind you want to get lost between, and her breasts fill out her bra perfectly, round and full and absolutely perfect. Her toned abdomen makes her look like someone who works out regularly, but it’s pure genetics; at least, you’ve never heard her talk about the gym or anything fitness-related (unless you count eating Doritos and drinking Coke Zero while binge-watching questionable anime as healthy).

"Holy shit… You're both so fucking beautiful."

They climb onto the bed together, and the sight of them moving toward you in just their underwear is almost too much to handle. The mattress dips under their weight as they position themselves on either side of you, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off their skin.

"You got what you wanted," Sullyoon says, and there's this intensity in her dark eyes that makes your mind short-circuit. "You better make this count."

Before you can respond, she's leaning over and kissing you, her lips soft and demanding at the same time. Her hand comes up to cup your jaw, holding you exactly where she wants you, and you can taste the wine on her tongue as it slides against yours. It's intoxicating, the way she kisses like she's claiming you, marking her territory.

When she pulls away, Haewon immediately takes her place, pressing her lips to yours with all the enthusiasm you've come to love about her. She kisses differently than Sullyoon, more eager and sweet, her hands tangling in your hair as she pours everything she's feeling into the contact. You can feel her smile against your mouth, this pure joy that's so infectious you can't help but smile back.

Then, before you can fully process what's happening, Sullyoon and Haewon are kissing each other over you, their lips meeting while you're trapped between them. The sight of it, the sound of their soft sighs and the way their hands are all over your chest and shoulders, makes you feel like the luckiest guy in the world.

"Fuck," you groan, and both of them break apart to look at you with matching grins.

"Are we hot together?" Sullyoon asks.

"You're the best duo I've ever seen," you say honestly, reaching up to touch both their faces. "Absolutely incredible."

They both laugh at that, these bright sounds that fill the room, and then they're back to kissing you and each other, their hands roaming over your body, exploring and teasing. Haewon's fingers trail down your chest while Sullyoon's hand slides along your arm and you can feel yourself getting hard, your body responding to the overwhelming sensation of having both of them touching you at once. It's almost too much, the way they're both focused on you, working together in this perfect synchronization that shouldn't be possible but somehow is.

The three of you continue like this for what feels like hours but is probably only minutes, kissing and touching and exploring each other with increasing urgency. Your hands are everywhere, memorizing the feel of Haewon's soft curves and Sullyoon's lean strength, the way they both respond to your touch with these beautiful little sounds that drive you absolutely insane.

Sullyoon shifts her position, climbing on top of you so she's straddling your hips, and the feeling of her weight pressing down on you through the thin layers of fabric separating you is deliciously insane. She's showing off now, you can tell by the smirk on her face, rolling her hips just slightly in a way that makes your eyes nearly roll back in your head.

"Enjoying the view?" she asks, her hands braced on your chest, her hair falling around her face.

"Very much," you manage, but you're not about to let her have all the control here. In one swift motion, you grab her waist and flip her over, reversing your positions so she's beneath you on the mattress. She lets out this surprised laugh that's absolutely delightful, her eyes wide and sparkling.

"Oh, so that's how it's going to be?" she says, but she's grinning.

"That's exactly how it's going to be," you confirm, and then you're kissing down her neck, along her collarbone, making her giggle and squirm beneath you. Her skin tastes faintly of that expensive perfume she wears, and you can feel her pulse racing under your lips.

Haewon shifts on the bed, lying down next to Sullyoon, and you turn your attention to her, giving her the same treatment. She sighs when your lips touch her throat and you can feel the way her breath hitches when you find that sensitive spot just below her ear.

"You're both so perfect," you murmur against Haewon's skin, and she makes this pleased sound that goes straight to your cock.

Your hands move to Sullyoon's back, finding the clasp of her bra. "Can I?" you ask.

"Please," Sullyoon breathes out, arching her back to give you better access.

You unhook it easily, sliding the straps down her arms and tossing the black lace aside. Then you turn to Haewon, your fingers trailing along her sides. "Your turn, baby. Take it off for me."

Haewon's face flushes even deeper, but she reaches back to unclasp her bra, letting it fall away.

Sullyoon's breasts are perfect, proportional to her lean frame, with small pink nipples that are already hard from arousal. They're perky and firm, the kind that fit perfectly in your palms, and the way they move when she breathes is mesmerizing. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly, and you can see the flush spreading down from her neck.

Haewon's breasts are fuller, rounder, spilling slightly to the sides as she lies on her back. They're absolutely gorgeous, larger than Sullyoon's with these soft dusky nipples that you want to taste immediately. They're the kind of breasts that beg to be worshipped, and the way they bounce slightly when she shifts it's mesmerizing enough to make you lose track of time.

"Jesus Christ," you breathe out, just taking them both in. "You're both so fucking gorgeous. I don't even know where to start."

"Start anywhere," Sullyoon says. "Just start."

You lean down and take one of Sullyoon's nipples into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and feeling it harden even more against your tongue. She gasps, her back arching off the bed, and her hand comes up to grip your hair.

"Fuck," she moans, and hearing her swear like that, losing some of that control, is incredibly hot.

Your right hand moves to Haewon's breast, cupping the soft flesh and rolling her nipple between your thumb and forefinger. She whimpers at the contact, her hips shifting restlessly on the bed.

"That feels so good," Haewon sighs, and you can hear the need in her voice.

You lavish attention on Sullyoon's breast, sucking and licking and gently biting until she's squirming beneath you, her nails digging into your scalp. Then you switch, moving your mouth to Haewon's fuller breast while your hand continues to play with Sullyoon.

"Oh god," Haewon moans when your lips close around her nipple, her whole body trembling. Her breast fills your mouth perfectly, and you love the way she tastes, clean and sweet with just a hint of that vanilla body spray she always wears.

You alternate between them, giving each of them equal attention, not wanting either of them to feel neglected. Your mouth on one while your hand works the other, then switching, back and forth until they're both panting and writhing.

"You're so good at that," Sullyoon manages, breathy. "Your mouth is fucking incredible."

"Love how sensitive you both are," you murmur against Haewon's skin, flicking your tongue over her nipple and making her cry out. "Love the sounds you make."

"We love what you're doing to us," Haewon says, and then she and Sullyoon reach for each other, their hands finding each other across your body, fingers intertwining.

You move back to Sullyoon's breast, taking your time now, wanting to prove a point. Your tongue circles her nipple slowly before you take it fully into your mouth, sucking with just enough pressure to make her gasp. Her chest is heaving, her breath coming in these short, sharp bursts that tell you exactly how affected she is.

"Fuck, just like that," Sullyoon moans, and her free hand that isn't holding Haewon's comes up to the back of your head, holding you against her. "Don't stop."

You hum against her skin, the vibration making her whimper, and your hand kneads Haewon's breast, your thumb brushing repeatedly over her sensitive nipple. You can feel how hard it is under your touch, how responsive she is to every single movement.

"You know," you say, pulling back just enough to speak but keeping your lips brushing against Sullyoon's skin, "you said I couldn't handle both of you at once."

"Did I?" Sullyoon's voice is strained, distracted by the way your tongue is now tracing patterns across her chest.

"You did," you confirm, moving to her other breast now, giving it the same thorough attention. You suck hard enough to make her arch up off the bed, her thighs clenching together. "Said it wasn't possible."

"Maybe I was wrong," she admits breathlessly, and you grin against her skin.

"Maybe?" you repeat, switching your attention to Haewon now. You take her fuller breast in your mouth, loving the weight of it, the way it fills your palm perfectly when you cup it. Your tongue swirls around her nipple before you suck it between your lips, and Haewon practically sobs at the sensation.

"Oh my god," Haewon whimpers, her hips rolling up involuntarily. "That's so good, you're so good at this."

Your hand moves to Sullyoon's breast now, making sure she's not neglected for even a second. You pinch her nipple gently, then a bit harder when she moans encouragingly, rolling it between your fingers the way you know she likes.

"I think I'm handling you both pretty well," you say with that smugness creeping into your voice, because you can't help yourself. Both of them are writhing beneath your touch, their bodies responding beautifully to everything you're doing. "In fact, I'd say I'm exceeding expectations."

"Don't get cocky," Sullyoon manages, but her voice lacks any real bite. It's hard to be threatening when you're panting and moaning.

"Too late," you reply, moving back to her breast and biting down gently on her nipple. She cries out, her back arching sharply, and you soothe the sting with your tongue. "I'm absolutely going to handle both of you. All night if that's what it takes to prove my point."

"All night?" Haewon's eyes are wide, her pupils blown with arousal. "You think you can last all night?"

"Baby, I'm going to make you both come so many times you forget your own names," you promise, and it's not an empty boast. You're determined to make this the best decision they've ever made. "I'm going to worship every inch of both of you until you're begging me to stop."

You lavish attention on Haewon's breasts, alternating between them, sucking and licking and kissing every inch of soft skin. One of her hands is in your left bicep, squeezing slightly when you do something she particularly likes, and you're learning fast what makes her gasp versus what makes her moan.

"You taste so fucking good," you murmur against her skin. "Both of you. Could do this for hours."

Then you're back to Sullyoon, your mouth hungry and demanding on her smaller breast. You love the contrast between them, the way Sullyoon's are firm and perky while Haewon's are soft and full. Getting to experience both, to learn what each of them likes, it's better than any fantasy you could have imagined.

"See?" you say, pulling back to look at both of them. "Handling you both just fine. Better than fine. I'm excelling."

"You're so full of yourself," Sullyoon says, but she's smiling, reaching up to pull you down for a kiss.

"Can you blame me?" you ask against her lips. "Look at you both. Absolutely wrecked and we've barely even started."

"Then maybe you should stop talking," Haewon suggests breathlessly, "and show us what else you can do."

You grin at that, moving between them, your hands and mouth working in tandem to keep them both gasping. You take turns, never letting either of them cool down, building them up together. When you're sucking on Sullyoon's nipple, your hand is working Haewon's breast. When you move to taste Haewon, your fingers are teasing Sullyoon.

"This is insane," Sullyoon breathes out. "The way you're touching us both, it's..."

"It's perfect," Haewon finishes for her, and they look at each other across your body, something passing between them.

You continue your worship, your mouth moving from one to the other, learning exactly what makes each of them squirm. Sullyoon likes it when you use your teeth just a little, that edge of pain with the pleasure. Haewon prefers long, slow licks and gentle sucking that builds gradually. And you give them both exactly what they need, proving with every touch that you can absolutely handle them both.

"Told you I could do this," you say smugly, and both of them laugh breathlessly.

"Okay, okay," Sullyoon admits. "You were right. Happy now?"

"Very," you say, grinning up at them. "But we're just getting started.”

You're definitely being cocky now, you know you are, but you can't help yourself. The satisfaction of proving Sullyoon wrong, of having both of them exactly where you want them, it's going to your head almost as much as the wine did.

"I mean, I hate to say I told you so," you start, grinning up at them from where you're positioned between their bodies, "but I definitely told you so. Look at you both, absolutely falling apart and I haven't even—"

Sullyoon cuts you off by grabbing your face and kissing you hard, effectively shutting you up mid-sentence. When she pulls back, there's this dangerous glint in her eyes that you recognize immediately. You've pushed her buttons, and now she's going to push back.

"You talk too much," she says, and before you can respond with something undoubtedly smart-ass, she's flipping you over onto your back with surprising strength. You land with a slight bounce, looking up at her with wide eyes.

"Haewon," Sullyoon says, not taking her eyes off you, "come help me shut him up."

Haewon sits up, looking between you and Sullyoon with confusion. "How?" she asks innocently, and the genuine naivety in her voice makes you want to laugh.

"With your ass," Sullyoon replies matter-of-factly, and you watch Haewon's face go through about five different emotions in rapid succession.

"My—wait, you mean—" Haewon stammers, and her eyes go wide as understanding dawns. "Oh... Oh."

"Exactly," Sullyoon confirms. "Sit on his face. He clearly needs something to occupy that mouth of his."

Your cock twitches hard at those words, at the mental image that's suddenly very vivid in your mind. Haewon straddling your face, Sullyoon between your legs, both of them working you over until you can't think straight. Yeah, you're extremely on board with this plan.

"Is that okay?" Haewon asks, looking down at you with those big expressive eyes, checking for consent even in the middle of all this.

"More than okay, babe," you manage. "Get up here."

Sullyoon's hands are already at the waistband of your boxer briefs, hooking her fingers under the elastic. "These need to go," she announces, and you lift your hips to help her slide them down your legs. Your cock springs free, already hard and leaking, and you hear Sullyoon make this satisfied sound. "Look at you. So hard for us already."

Meanwhile, you're helping Haewon position herself, your hands guiding her thighs as she climbs over your body. She's still wearing those pretty pink panties, and you can already see the wet spot darkening the fabric.

"Come on, baby," you encourage, your hands on her hips. "Just like that."

Haewon's face is flushed as she positions herself over you, her thighs on either side of your head. She hooks her fingers into her panties and pulls them aside, and suddenly you're face to face with her pussy, already glistening with arousal. The scent of her fills your nose, sweet and musky and absolutely intoxicating.

"Sit," Sullyoon commands from between your legs, and you feel her hand wrap around your cock, making you groan.

Haewon lowers herself slowly, tentatively, and you can tell she's nervous about putting her full weight on you. But you're having none of that. Your hands grip her ass firmly, pulling her down the rest of the way until her pussy is pressed fully against your mouth.

"Oh fuck," Haewon gasps at the contact, her thighs trembling on either side of your head.

You don't waste any time, your tongue sliding through her folds, tasting her properly for the first time tonight. She's so wet already, and the flavor of her explodes across your taste buds. You lick from bottom to top, ending at her clit and circling it with the tip of your tongue.

"Oh my god," Haewon moans, her hands flying forward to brace herself against the headboard. "That's—fuck, that's so good."

You can't respond verbally, obviously, your mouth being thoroughly occupied, but you hum in agreement and the vibration makes her whimper. You're holding her in place, your fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass, keeping her exactly where you want her while you eat her out like a man starving.

Then you feel Sullyoon's mouth on your cock and every muscle in your body tenses. She takes you deep on the first try, her lips sliding down your length until you can feel yourself hitting the back of her throat. The wet heat of her mouth is incredible, and you groan against Haewon's pussy, which makes her grind down on your face.

"Taste good?" Sullyoon asks when she pulls off, her hand stroking you slowly. You can hear the smirk in her voice.

You respond by sucking Haewon's clit into your mouth and flicking your tongue over it rapidly, making her cry out and grab at the headboard harder. Your hands knead her ass, encouraging her to move, to ride your face, and after a moment of hesitation she does, rolling her hips in this beautiful rhythm.

Sullyoon goes back to sucking your cock, and it's absolutely devastating. Her mouth is skilled and demanding, taking you deep before pulling back to swirl her tongue around the head. She alternates between taking you as deep as she can and focusing on the sensitive tip, and combined with Haewon's taste on your tongue and the feeling of her grinding against your face, you're completely overwhelmed in the best possible way.

"He's good with his tongue, isn't he?" Sullyoon says, and you can feel her breath against your cock as she speaks. "I can tell by the way you're shaking."

"So good," Haewon confirms breathlessly. "Oh god, his tongue is... Fuck, I can't think."

"That was the goal," Sullyoon says with satisfaction. "Shut that smart mouth up by giving it something useful to do."

You would laugh if your mouth wasn't otherwise occupied. Instead you just double down on your efforts, your tongue working overtime on Haewon's clit while you slide two fingers into her pussy. She's so tight and wet, clenching around your fingers immediately, and you curl them to find that spot inside her that makes her whole body jerk.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Haewon chants, her thighs squeezing against your head. "Right there, don't stop, please don't stop."

You have no intention of stopping. You finger-fuck her while sucking her clit, establishing a rhythm that has her practically sobbing above you. Meanwhile, Sullyoon is absolutely destroying you with her mouth, taking you deep and sucking hard, her hand working what doesn't fit in her mouth.

This is heaven, you think hazily. This is exactly what you imagined when you first thought about having them both, but the reality is so much better than any fantasy. The weight of Haewon on your face, the taste of her on your tongue, the feeling of Sullyoon's mouth on your cock, the sounds they're both making - you are fulfilling a dream you didn't even know you had until a few months ago.

Haewon's grinding down on your face now with more confidence, her initial nervousness giving way to pure need. Her pussy is dripping, coating your chin and jaw with her arousal, and you fucking love it. You love how responsive she is, how every swipe of your tongue makes her gasp and moan.

"God, look at you," Sullyoon says, pulling off your cock. Her hand keeps stroking you slowly, her thumb circling the head and spreading the precum that's been steadily leaking. "So hard for us. You really love this, don't you? Having both of us at once?"

You groan your agreement against Haewon's pussy, the sound muffled but unmistakable. Your free hand reaches down blindly until you find Sullyoon's hair, tangling your fingers in it. Not pushing, just wanting to touch her, to ground yourself in the reality that this is actually happening.

"He's really good at this," Haewon pants. She's looking down at you with those wide eyes, her face flushed and her lips parted. "Like, really, really good. How are you so good at this?"

Sullyoon laughs, the sound vibrating against your thigh where she's pressed close. "Practice makes perfect, I guess. Though I'm curious who he's been practicing on." There's a teasing edge to her voice, but also genuine curiosity.

You pull back just enough from Haewon's pussy to speak, your lips still brushing against her sensitive flesh. "Just you two," you manage. "Only ever been this enthusiastic with you two."

"Liar," Sullyoon accuses, but she sounds pleased. She takes you back into her mouth, deeper this time, and you feel yourself hit the back of her throat. She holds you there for a moment before pulling back, and the sensation is so intense you have to fight to keep your focus.

"Not lying," you insist, going back to licking Haewon with renewed purpose. You spell out words with your tongue against her clit, random things, dirty things, and she writhes above you with each letter.

"What are you doing?" Haewon asks breathlessly, trying to look down at you but her position makes it difficult. "That feels different."

"Writing," you say, pulling back again just to explain. "Spelling words with my tongue."

"That's so nerdy," Haewon says with a giggle that turns into a moan when you demonstrate again, spelling out her name. "Oh fuck, do that more."

Sullyoon's working her mouth up and down your length with this perfect rhythm that's driving you insane. She's taking her time, clearly in no rush, just enjoying having you at her mercy. Every now and then she'll pull off completely to lick you like you're her favorite ice cream, her tongue tracing the vein on the underside before swirling around the head.

"You taste good," Sullyoon comments casually. "Kind of salty but not bad."

"Thanks, I think?" you say against Haewon's pussy, and both girls laugh.

"That was definitely a compliment," Sullyoon assures you. "I wouldn't keep doing this if I didn't like it."

She emphasizes her point by taking you deep again, her throat working around you, and you curse into Haewon's wetness. Your fingers curl inside her harder, finding that spot that makes her whole body jerk, and she cries out above you.

"Oh my god, right there," Haewon gasps, one hand leaving the headboard to tangle in your hair. "Your fingers, your tongue, it's too much but also not enough."

"Greedy," Sullyoon observes, but there's affection in her voice. "I like it. Tell him exactly what you want, Haewon."

"I want—" Haewon starts, then moans when you suck her clit particularly hard. "I want your tongue faster. And your fingers deeper. And I want you to not stop, ever."

You hum your agreement, picking up the pace of both your tongue and fingers. Haewon's thighs are trembling on either side of your head, clenching and unclenching, and you can feel how close she's getting by the way her pussy keeps fluttering around your fingers.

"He's getting harder," Sullyoon notes, her hand wrapping around the base of your cock. "I think he really likes hearing you talk, Haewon. Likes knowing he's making you feel good."

"He's making me feel incredible," Haewon confirms, her hips rolling in time with your tongue. "I've never—god, no one's ever eaten me out like this before."

That makes you feel absurdly proud, and you double your efforts, determined to ruin her for anyone else. Your tongue works her clit relentlessly while your fingers fuck into her, and you can taste how wet she is, feel it coating your whole lower face.

Sullyoon goes back to sucking you, and this time she brings her other hand into play, cupping your balls and rolling them gently. The added sensation makes your hips buck up involuntarily, and she pulls off with a gasp.

"Careful," she warns, but she's smiling. "I know you're enjoying yourself but try to stay still."

"Hard to stay still when you're doing that with your mouth," you point out.

"Good," Sullyoon says smugly. "That's the point."

She licks a long stripe up your length, her eyes locked on what she can see of your face past Haewon's body. "You look good like this," she says. "Covered in Haewon's pussy, your cock in my mouth. This is exactly where you should be."

"Couldn't agree more," you manage, and then you're back to focusing entirely on Haewon, your tongue circling her clit in tight circles while your fingers pump steadily.

"This is so hot," Haewon says, and when you glance up you can see she's watching Sullyoon work your cock. "Watching Sully suck you while you eat me out. I can't believe we're doing this."

"Better get used to it," Sullyoon says before taking you back into her mouth. She hollows her cheeks and sucks hard, and the sensation makes you roll your eyes.

"You two are going to kill me," you say when you pull back for air, your jaw already starting to ache but in the best way. "This is insane."

"You said you could handle us both," Sullyoon reminds you, her hand still stroking your cock slowly. "Don't tell me you're tapping out already."

"Not even close," you shoot back. "I'm just saying you're both incredible and I'm a lucky bastard."

"Damn right you are," Sullyoon agrees, and then she's taking you deep again, her throat working around you in a way that makes your vision blur.

Haewon's getting more vocal now, her breathing coming in short gasps and whimpers. "Don't stop," she keeps repeating. "Please don't stop, feels so good, your mouth is so good."

You have no intention of stopping. You're completely focused on her pleasure, on learning every little thing that makes her moan louder or grip your hair harder. You discover she likes it when you flatten your tongue and press hard against her clit, when you curl your fingers just right inside her.

"Talk to me," you say against her pussy. "Tell me what you need."

"Just—just like that," Haewon gasps. "Exactly like that, don't change anything."

So you maintain that exact rhythm, that exact pressure, giving her exactly what she's asking for. Meanwhile, Sullyoon is being more adventurous with your cock, taking you deep and holding you there until she needs air, then pulling off to lick and suck at just the tip.

"You're so responsive," Sullyoon comments, her lips brushing against your cock as she speaks. "Every time I do this—" she swirls her tongue around the head "—your whole body tenses. It's fun to watch."

"Glad I'm entertaining," you murmurs.

"Very entertaining," Sullyoon confirms. "Both of you are. Haewon's face when you do something she likes, the way you keep making these desperate sounds; it's all very hot."

"You're one to talk," you shoot back. "You're the one who seems to be really enjoying having my cock in your mouth."

"I am," she agrees readily. "It's a nice cock. Good size, good shape. And you taste good, like I said."

This whole conversation is surreal, dirty and casual at the same time, and it's driving you wild. The way they can switch between playful banter and intense sexuality, the way they're both so comfortable with this whole situation now that the initial awkwardness has worn off.

You keep working Haewon with your mouth and fingers, finding that perfect rhythm that has her shaking above you. Your tongue moves in quick, firm strokes against her clit while your fingers pump steadily inside her, curling to hit that spot that makes her whole body jerk. She's so wet now that you can hear it, the obscene sound of your fingers moving in and out of her mixing with her desperate moans.

Sullyoon is getting more aggressive with your cock, taking you deeper and faster, her head bobbing with increasing urgency. She's using both hands now, one wrapped around the base to stroke what doesn't fit in her mouth, the other still playing with your balls. The combination of sensations is overwhelming, making it hard to think, hard to focus on anything except the pleasure coursing through your body.

But you force yourself to stay focused on Haewon, determined to make her fall apart on your face. You can feel her getting closer, the way her thighs are trembling harder, the way her pussy is clenching rhythmically around your fingers. Her movements are getting more erratic, less coordinated, and her moans are higher pitched, more desperate.

"Oh god, oh god," Haewon gasps, her grip on your hair almost painful now. "I'm close, I'm so close."

"Make her cum," Sullyoon orders, pulling off your cock just long enough to speak. "Eat her pussy good. Make her scream."

Fuck, you love when Sullyoon bosses you around like that. There's something about her taking charge, telling you exactly what to do, that makes your cock twitch and your brain go fuzzy. You moan your agreement against Haewon's pussy, the vibration making her cry out.

"Yes," Sullyoon says with satisfaction, and then her mouth is back on your cock, sucking you with renewed intensity.

You redouble your efforts on Haewon, your tongue moving faster, your fingers pumping harder. You suck her clit into your mouth and flick your tongue over it rapidly, exactly the way you've learned she likes. Your other hand grips her ass hard, holding her in place so you can devour her properly.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm gonna—" Haewon's words dissolve into a long, keening moan as her orgasm hits her. Her whole body goes rigid for a moment, every muscle tensing, and then she's shaking violently, her pussy clenching hard around your fingers as she comes.

You don't let up, working her through it, your tongue gentler now but still moving, drawing out her pleasure as long as possible. She's gasping and whimpering above you, her thighs squeezing your head so hard you can barely hear anything except her moans and your own heartbeat pounding in your ears.

Sullyoon's mouth is absolutely relentless on your cock, taking you deep and sucking hard like she's trying to pull your soul out through your dick. The wet sounds she's making are obscene, and combined with the taste of Haewon's release on your tongue and the feeling of her still trembling on top of you, you're getting dangerously close to the edge yourself.

But you hold back, forcing yourself to stay in control, to focus on anything except the incredible sensation of Sullyoon's mouth. You think about your constitutional law homework, about that case you need to read for class, about literally anything that isn't the two gorgeous women currently using your body for their pleasure.

Haewon finally pulls away from your face, her movements shaky and uncoordinated. She practically collapses onto the bed beside you, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. Her thighs are still trembling, and there's this dazed, satisfied expression on her face that makes you feel incredibly smug.

"Holy shit," Haewon breathes out, one hand pressed to her chest. "That was—I've never—holy shit."

Sullyoon pulls off your cock, and you can finally see her face properly. Her lips are swollen and slick, her pupils blown wide with arousal, and there's this satisfaction in her expression. She looks at Haewon's wrecked state and then at you, clearly pleased with the results.

"Good job," she says to you, like you're a student who just aced an exam. Then she's moving, crawling up your body with clear intent in her eyes.

Before you can ask what she's doing, Sullyoon's mouth is on yours, kissing you hard and hungry. You can taste yourself on her tongue, salty and bitter, but that's not what she's after. She licks into your mouth, tasting Haewon's release on your lips, on your tongue, moaning at the flavor.

It's so fucking dirty, so raw and filthy that it makes your head spin. Sullyoon's kissing you like she's trying to consume you, her tongue sliding against yours, lapping at the inside of your mouth to taste every trace of Haewon. Your jaw is slick with Haewon's arousal, your chin and cheeks covered in her wetness, and Sullyoon licks at that too, her tongue trailing along your jaw.

"Fuck, you taste like her," Sullyoon moans against your mouth, and then she's kissing you again. "You taste like both of us now."

Your hands come up to grab her waist, pulling her closer, and the kiss gets even messier. Saliva and arousal mixing between you, tongues sliding together without any finesse, just pure need and desire. It's not pretty or romantic, it's raw and absolutely fucking perfect.

"That's so hot," Haewon says from beside you. "You two kissing like that, tasting me on his mouth. God, this whole night is insane."

Sullyoon breaks the kiss to look at Haewon, and there's this wild glint in her eyes. "Come here," she says, reaching for her friend. "You should taste yourself too."

Haewon's eyes go wide but she obeys, crawling over to join you two. Sullyoon kisses her, sharing the taste that's still on her own tongue, and Haewon makes this surprised sound that quickly turns into a moan.

You watch them kiss over you, your cock still achingly hard and pressed against Sullyoon's thigh. The sight of them together is even better than you imagined, the way their lips move against each other, the way Haewon's hand comes up to cup Sullyoon's face.

When they break apart, all three of you are breathing hard. Your face is a mess, covered in Haewon's arousal and now wet from Sullyoon's kisses. Your cock is throbbing, demanding attention, but you're almost glad you didn't finish yet because it means this can keep going.

"Fuck," you say eloquently, because your brain has officially turned to mush. "You two are going to be the death of me."

"Not yet," Sullyoon says with a wicked grin. "We're not nearly done with you.”

You've been letting them take the lead, letting Sullyoon boss you around and control the pace, but now you decide it's time to take some of that control back. Your hands grip Sullyoon's waist firmly, and before she can react you're flipping her over, maneuvering her onto her back on the bed. She lets out this surprised gasp, her eyes going wide as she looks up at you.

"My turn," you say as you position yourself between her legs.

Sullyoon's cheeks are flushed, her dark hair spread out on the pillow, and she looks absolutely stunning like this. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly, those perfect small breasts moving with each breath, and when you look down you can see how wet she is. Her black lace panties are completely soaked through, the fabric clinging to her pussy.

"About time," Sullyoon says, trying to maintain that commanding tone even though you can hear the breathlessness in her voice. "I was wondering when you were going to actually fuck me."

"Patience," you tell her, throwing her own word back at her, and you hook your fingers into the waistband of her panties. She lifts her hips to help you slide them down her long legs, and then she's completely bare beneath you.

Haewon shifts on the bed, moving to lie down beside Sullyoon, propping herself up on one elbow so she can watch. Her other hand comes up to rest on Sullyoon's stomach, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the smooth skin.

"You're so beautiful, Sully," Haewon says softly. "I don't think I've ever told you that enough."

Sullyoon turns her head to look at her friend, and something tender passes between them. "You're beautiful too," she says, and then gasps when Haewon's hand trails up to cup her breast, thumb brushing over her nipple.

You're watching all of this, your cock achingly hard, and you wrap your hand around yourself, stroking slowly. You position yourself at Sullyoon's entrance, the head of your cock just barely touching her pussy, and you can feel how wet she is even without pushing inside yet.

"Please," Sullyoon says, and her hips lift slightly, trying to take you in, but you pull back just enough to keep her wanting.

"Please what?" you ask, because you want to hear her say it. You want this woman who's been so commanding all night to beg for your cock.

"Please fuck me," she says, and there's no hesitation, no embarrassment. Just pure need. "I need you inside me. Now."

"Not yet," you say, and you rub your cock along her slit, coating yourself in her wetness. The head bumps against her clit and she whimpers, her thighs falling open wider. "Tell me how bad you want it."

"I want it so bad," Sullyoon moans, and one of her hands comes down to grip your forearm, her nails digging in. "I've been wet since you started kissing me. I need to feel you stretching me open. Please."

You continue teasing her, sliding your cock through her folds, getting yourself slick with her arousal. Every time the head catches at her entrance, she tenses up in anticipation, and every time you pull away she makes this frustrated sound that goes straight to your ego.

"You're being cruel," Sullyoon accuses.

"You like it," you counter, and you're not wrong. You can feel how much wetter she's getting, can see the way her pupils are blown wide.

Haewon's hand is still on Sullyoon's breast, kneading and playing with her nipple, and her eyes are fixed on where your cock is teasing Sullyoon's entrance. "This is so hot," she breathes out. "Watching you tease her. She looks like she's about to lose her mind."

"I am losing my mind," Sullyoon confirms. "Please, please, I'm begging you. Fuck me. I need it."

The sound of Sullyoon begging, this strong, commanding woman reduced to pleading for your cock, is doing amazing things for your ego. You can't hold back anymore. You line yourself up properly and then you're pushing inside, sliding into her tight, wet heat in one long, slow thrust.

"Oh fuck," Sullyoon gasps, her back arching off the bed. Her pussy clenches around you, so tight and hot that it takes all your self-control not to start pounding into her immediately. "Yes, yes, finally."

You bottom out inside her, your hips flush against hers, and you both just stay there for a moment. You're buried as deep as you can go, and you can feel every flutter of her inner walls around you. She's so wet that you slid in easily despite how tight she is, and the sensation is overwhelming.

"You feel so good," you groan, your hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. "So fucking tight and wet for me."

"All for you," Sullyoon confirms, and then her legs wrap around your waist, her heels digging into your lower back. "Now move. Fuck me properly."

You start to move, pulling out slowly until just the tip is inside, and then sliding back in. You establish a steady rhythm, not too fast yet, wanting to savor this. Every thrust punches a little gasp out of Sullyoon, and you can feel her nails scratching down your back.

"Look at you," you say, looking down at where you're joined, watching your cock disappear into her pussy over and over. "Taking my cock so well. You look so beautiful like this, Sullyoon."

"She does," Haewon agrees, and her hand trails down Sullyoon's stomach to where you're fucking into her. "You both look beautiful. This is so perfect."

Haewon's fingers find Sullyoon's clit, rubbing it in small circles, and Sullyoon cries out at the added stimulation. "Oh god, Haewon, yes, just like that."

You pick up the pace, fucking into her harder now, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Sullyoon's breasts bounce with each thrust, and you can't help but lean down to capture one nipple in your mouth, sucking hard.

"Fuck, don't stop," Sullyoon moans. "Both of you, don't stop."

You fuck into her steadily, angling your hips to hit that spot inside her that makes her whole body jerk, while Haewon continues working her clit. The combined stimulation has Sullyoon writhing beneath you, her moans getting louder and more desperate.

"You're so gorgeous," you tell her again, pulling back to look at her face. Her eyes are squeezed shut, her mouth open, and there's a light sheen of sweat making her skin glow. "The most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

You start pounding into Sullyoon with deep, powerful strokes that have her gasping and moaning beneath you. Her pussy is gripping you so tight, clenching around your cock with each thrust. Haewon is watching everything with wide, fascinated eyes, her hand still working Sullyoon's clit in those perfect circles.

"You know what's funny?" you say to Haewon. "Your friend here, she loves to act all tough and commanding. Always bossing people around, always in control."

Sullyoon opens her eyes to glare at you, but it's half-hearted at best. She's too far gone to maintain that icy composure, too lost in the pleasure of your cock stretching her open.

"But when I'm fucking her like this," you continue, punctuating your words with a particularly hard thrust that makes Sullyoon cry out, "she turns into a needy little slut. And she fucking loves it."

"I—" Sullyoon starts to protest, but then you bring your hand up to wrap around her throat. Not squeezing yet, just resting there, and you watch as her eyes roll back slightly.

"See?" you say to Haewon with a grin. "Watch what happens."

You apply just the lightest pressure to Sullyoon's throat, your fingers pressing against the sides where you know it restricts blood flow without cutting off her air. It's a careful balance, something you've learned with her over the past few months, and the effect is immediate. Sullyoon's whole body melts beneath you, her legs falling open even wider, a long moan escaping her lips.

"Oh my god," Haewon breathes out, her eyes fixed on your hand around Sullyoon's throat. "She really does like that."

"She loves it," you confirm, fucking into her harder. "Don't you, Sullyoon? You love it when I choke you while I'm buried deep in your pussy. Love being my little whore."

"Yes," Sullyoon gasps out, and her voice is slightly strained from the pressure on her throat. "Fuck yes, I love it."

"Tell Haewon," you command, squeezing just a bit tighter. "Tell your best friend how much you love being used like this."

Sullyoon's eyes find Haewon's, and there's something vulnerable in her expression that you've rarely seen. "I love it," she moans. "I love when he chokes me. When he calls me names. When he fucks me like I'm nothing but a hole for his cock."

"Holy shit," Haewon whispers, and you can see her thighs pressing together, clearly turned on by watching her friend fall apart. "I've never seen you like this, Sully. You're always so in control."

"Not with him," Sullyoon admits, and her hands come up to grip your wrist, not to pull you away but to hold you there. "Tighter. Squeeze tighter."

You oblige, increasing the pressure on her throat while maintaining that punishing pace with your hips. Sullyoon's mouth falls open in a silent scream, her eyes glazing over with pleasure. Her pussy is absolutely drenched now, making obscene wet sounds every time you thrust into her. "That's it," you growl, leaning down so your face is close to hers. "Take my cock like a good little slut. Show Haewon how much you need this."

"I need it so bad," Sullyoon gasps. "Need you to fuck me harder. Use me. Ruin me."

Haewon's fingers are still on Sullyoon's clit, rubbing faster now, clearly inspired by what she's witnessing. "This is so hot," she says. "You're both so hot. The way you're fucking her, the way she's taking it. God, Sully, you look so beautiful like this."

"She does, doesn't she?" you agree, releasing Sullyoon's throat just enough to let blood rush back, making her gasp and shudder. "Beautiful and desperate and absolutely wrecked. This is what she needs. To be held down and fucked hard and told what a perfect little whore she is."

"Yes, yes," Sullyoon chants, her hips rising to meet your thrusts. "Don't stop, please don't stop."

You start fucking her even faster, your hand tightening on her throat again. The combination of the choking and the relentless pounding has Sullyoon absolutely losing her mind. Her nails are digging into your forearm hard enough to draw blood, and her whole body is trembling beneath you.

"Look at how well she takes it," you say to Haewon, who can't seem to tear her eyes away from the scene. "How her pussy just swallows my cock. She's made for this. Made to be fucked rough and used."

"I've never heard her talk like this," Haewon says in wonder. "Never seen her be so... submissive. She's always the one in charge of everything."

"Not in bed," you tell her, your grip on Sullyoon's throat firm. "In bed, she's mine. Aren't you, Sullyoon? Tell Haewon who you belong to."

"Yours," Sullyoon gasps out, and there's no hesitation. "I'm yours. Your whore. Your slut. Whatever you want me to be."

"Fuck," Haewon breathes, and her hand on Sullyoon's clit is moving frantically now. "This is the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life."

You can feel yourself getting close again, the pressure building at the base of your spine, but you force it back. Not yet. Not until Sullyoon falls apart completely. You adjust your angle slightly, making sure you're hitting that spot deep inside her with every thrust, and the change makes her cry out.

"Right there," Sullyoon moans, her eyes rolling back. "Oh fuck, right there, don't stop."

"Wasn't planning on it," you say, and you squeeze her throat tighter while pounding into her with everything you have.

Haewon is completely transfixed, watching where you're joined, watching your hand on Sullyoon's throat, watching the way her friend's face is contorted in pleasure. "You're taking him so well, Sully," she says encouragingly. "Look how good you look getting fucked like this. So pretty and desperate."

"She's perfect," you agree. "Perfect little slut. Taking my cock exactly how she's supposed to."

Sullyoon's whole body is taut, every muscle tensed, and you can tell she's close. Her pussy is fluttering around your cock, clenching and releasing rhythmically, and her breathing is coming in short, desperate gasps.

"Beg for it," you order, releasing her throat just enough for her to speak clearly. "Beg me to let you cum."

"Please," Sullyoon gasps immediately. "Please let me cum. I need it so bad. I'll do anything. Please."

"Anything?" you repeat, slowing your thrusts just slightly to torture her.

"Anything," she confirms desperately. "Whatever you want. Just please let me cum. I can't hold it much longer."

"I love seeing you like this," Haewon says. "So needy. So beautiful. Please let her cum, she looks like she's about to explode."

You look down at Sullyoon, at this gorgeous woman who's usually so composed and in control, now completely undone beneath you. Her makeup is smudged, her hair is a mess, her skin is flushed and sweaty, and she's never looked more beautiful.

"Not yet," you say, and Sullyoon actually whimpers at your denial. "I want to feel you desperate for it a little longer. Haewon, keep rubbing her clit. Don't stop no matter what happens."

"Okay," Haewon agrees immediately, her fingers working Sullyoon's swollen clit with renewed focus.

You start fucking Sullyoon even harder, your hips snapping forward with brutal force. The bed is creaking beneath you, the headboard starting to bang against the wall, and Sullyoon is crying out with each thrust. Your hand is still on her throat, squeezing just right, and you can feel her pulse racing beneath your fingers.

"You're about to see something beautiful," you tell Haewon, grinning through the exertion. "Watch closely."

"Don't stop," Sullyoon gasps, her hands clutching at anything she can reach. One grabs your shoulder, nails digging in, the other grips the sheets hard. "Please, both of you, don't fucking stop."

Haewon leans down and takes one of Sullyoon's nipples into her mouth, sucking hard while her fingers continue their relentless assault on her clit. The dual stimulation makes Sullyoon's whole body jerk, and you can feel her pussy starting to spasm around your cock.

"That's it," you growl, pounding into her without mercy. "Take it like the desperate little slut you are. Show Haewon how you fall apart on my cock. Show her what a needy whore you become."

"Yes, yes, I'm your whore," Sullyoon moans. "Your dirty little slut. Please, I need to cum so bad."

You can feel it building in her, the way her whole body is trembling, the way her pussy is clenching around you in increasingly rapid pulses. She's right on the edge, teetering, and you know exactly what's about to happen.

"Haewon," you say, keeping your rhythm steady and hard. "Have you ever seen a girl squirt before?"

Haewon pulls off Sullyoon's breast, her eyes wide. "No," she says breathlessly. "Never. Is she going to—"

"Watch," you tell her. "It's fucking beautiful."

"I want to see," Haewon says eagerly, her fingers rubbing Sullyoon's clit even faster. "Come on, Sully. Let go. Show me. I want to see you cum so bad."

The encouragement from both of you is clearly pushing Sullyoon over the edge. Her breathing is ragged, her moans turning into these high-pitched whimpers, and you can feel the tension in her entire body reaching its breaking point.

"Cum for us," Haewon urges, switching to Sullyoon's other breast, sucking and biting at the sensitive flesh. "Cum all over his cock. Please, Sully, I want to see you lose it."

"That's it," you say, your hand tightening on her throat one more time. "Be a good little slut and cum. Soak my cock. Make a fucking mess."

"Oh god, oh god, I'm—" Sullyoon's words cut off in a scream as her orgasm crashes over her. Her whole body goes rigid for a moment, every muscle locked tight, and then she's convulsing beneath you.

And then she's squirting, exactly like you knew she would. Fluid gushes from her pussy, spraying onto your stomach and abs, coating Haewon's hand that's still working her clit. It's not just a little bit either - it's a lot, more than you've ever seen from her before, soaking the sheets beneath her and splashing across both of you.

"Holy shit," Haewon gasps, but she doesn't stop rubbing. She keeps her fingers moving on Sullyoon's clit, and it makes her squirt even more, another wave of fluid spurting out to coat your lower stomach and drip down your thighs.

"Don't stop touching her," you order Haewon, still buried deep inside Sullyoon's spasming pussy. "Keep going. Make her keep cumming."

Haewon obeys, her fingers relentless, and Sullyoon is sobbing now with the intensity of it. Her body can't stop shaking, can't stop releasing, and you can feel her pussy clenching around your cock in waves. More fluid gushes out, running down to soak the bed, getting all over Haewon's hand and wrist.

"That's my good girl," you praise, looking down at Sullyoon's wrecked face. "Look how beautifully you're falling apart. Squirting all over us like the perfect little slut you are."

"Can't—too much—" Sullyoon gasps, but her body keeps responding, keeps cumming, keeps squirting with each stroke of Haewon's fingers.

Finally, after what feels like forever, the spasms start to subside. Sullyoon collapses back onto the bed, completely boneless, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. Her thighs are trembling uncontrollably, and there's a huge wet spot on the sheets beneath her.

Haewon pulls her hand away, staring at it in wonder. It's completely soaked, dripping with Sullyoon's release, and her eyes are huge. "Oh my god," she breathes out. "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen in my entire life. Sully, that was incredible."

You slowly pull out of Sullyoon, and she whimpers at the loss. Your stomach and thighs are covered in her cum, and you look down at the mess with satisfaction. Sullyoon's pussy is still twitching, still clenching around nothing, and you can see how swollen and red she is from being fucked so thoroughly.

"Look at the mess she made," you say to Haewon. "All over me, all over you, all over the bed. Such a good girl."

Haewon is still staring at Sullyoon with this symbiosis of awe and arousal. "I didn't know that was real," she says. "I thought it was just something in porn."

"Very real," you confirm. "And she's so fucking good at it."

Sullyoon is still panting, her eyes closed, completely spent. She's never looked more beautiful than she does right now, thoroughly used and satisfied, her skin glowing with sweat.

"Haewon," you say slowly, “clean her up."

Haewon's eyes snap to yours, questioning. "What?"

"You heard me," you say. "Clean up the mess. Lick her thighs, her stomach. Taste what you helped make happen."

For a moment, Haewon hesitates, but then you see the decision form in her eyes. She wants this. She's curious. And fuck if that isn't the hottest thing.

"Okay," Haewon agrees.

You move aside to give her room, positioning yourself at the edge of the bed so you can watch. Your cock is still hard, still aching, covered in Sullyoon's cream, but you ignore it for now. This is more important.

Haewon leans down, starting at Sullyoon's inner thigh. Her tongue comes out, pink and tentative, and she licks a slow stripe up the soft skin. Sullyoon shivers at the contact, and Haewon makes this small sound of surprise.

"How does she taste?" you ask.

"Good," Haewon says, sounding almost surprised. "Really good. Sweet and kind of musky."

She continues her task, licking up Sullyoon's thigh, moving to clean her hip bone, then her lower stomach where some of her release had splashed. She's thorough, her tongue following every trail, and Sullyoon is watching now, her eyes half-lidded with the last traces of arousal despite being completely wrecked.

"That's my good girl," you praise Haewon, and she actually shivers at the words, a pleased smile crossing her face.

She moves lower, licking around Sullyoon's pubic area, getting close to her pussy but not quite touching it yet. Her tongue traces patterns on the smooth skin, cleaning up every drop she can find. Then she moves back to Sullyoon's thighs, spreading them wider to get every bit.

"Such a good girl," you repeat, reaching out to stroke Haewon's hair. "Doing exactly what you're told. Cleaning up your friend so well."

Haewon practically glows at the praise, and she redoubles her efforts. She's more confident now, less hesitant, and the sight of her tongue on Sullyoon's skin is absolutely mesmerizing.

When she's finally done, she sits up and looks at you, her lips wet and shiny. There's this proud expression on her face, like she's waiting for your approval.

"Good girl," you say again, and then you're pulling her in for a kiss. You can taste Sullyoon on her lips, on her tongue, and it makes your cock throb with need. The kiss is deep and thorough, and Haewon melts into it, her hands coming up to grip your shoulders.

When you break apart, all three of you are breathing hard again. Sullyoon is still sprawled on the bed, watching you and Haewon kiss with this satisfied smirk on her face.

"That was perfect," Sullyoon says. "Both of you. That was fucking perfect.”

Sullyoon lets out this breathy laugh from where she's still lying on the bed, her body slowly recovering from that devastating orgasm. "That was fucking amazing," she says. "I don't think I've ever cum that hard in my life."

"Told you I could handle both of you," you say with a smug grin, unable to resist the opportunity to gloat. "I'm basically a genius."

"I'm not admitting shit," Sullyoon shoots back, but she's smiling. "Your ego is already big enough without me feeding it."

"That pride won't get you anywhere," you tease, leaning down to kiss her. She meets you halfway, her lips soft and pliant against yours, and the kiss is sweet and affectionate. When you pull back, she's looking at you with this tender expression that she rarely shows anyone.

Haewon shifts closer, wanting in on the moment, and she leans in to kiss Sullyoon too. Their lips meet gently, a contrast to the filthy things that just happened, and you watch with appreciation as they share this soft moment.

When they break apart, Sullyoon's eyes find yours, and there's something serious in her gaze now. "Don't ruin this," she says quietly. "Please. I'm taking a huge leap of faith here. We both are."

"I won't," you promise, and you mean it with everything in you. "I swear, Sullyoon. I'm not going to fuck this up."

She searches your face for a moment, then seems satisfied with what she finds. She turns to Haewon, her hand coming up to cup her friend's cheek. "Are you enjoying this?" she asks. "Really? Because if you're not, if this is too much or too weird—"

"I'm enjoying it," Haewon interrupts. "So much. I've never felt this turned on in my entire life. This is… God, this is perfect."

You and Sullyoon exchange a look, and there's this unspoken agreement that passes between you. Haewon needs attention now. She's been so good, so patient, helping you make Sullyoon fall apart, and now it's her turn to be taken care of.

"Get on all fours, baby," you tell Haewon.

Haewon's eyes go wide, but she obeys immediately, scrambling into position. She's on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed, her back arched beautifully, and the sight of her like this makes your cock throb.

Sullyoon climbs off the bed, still a bit unsteady on her feet, and starts rummaging through your dresser drawers. You watch with interest as she pushes aside clothes and random shit until she finds what she's looking for. She pulls out one of your leather belts with this triumphant smile.

"I'm guessing you haven't used this on her yet?" Sullyoon asks, holding up the belt and running it through her fingers.

"Haven't had the opportunity," you admit, your eyes fixed on where the leather dangles from her hand. "But I've thought about it."

"Of course you have," Sullyoon says with a knowing smirk. "Well, let's give her the full experience."

You move to stand behind Haewon, your hands immediately going to her ass. It's absolutely perfect, round and firm with just enough softness to make you want to sink your teeth into it. Her thick thighs are spread just enough that you can see her pussy, already wet and swollen, and above that her pink asshole is peeking out, winking slightly as she breathes.

"Fuck, look at this ass," you say, squeezing both cheeks appreciatively. "Haewon, you've been hiding this from me under all those baggy clothes."

"It's not that special," Haewon mumbles, her face pressed into the pillow, and you can hear the embarrassment in her voice.

"It's fucking spectacular," Sullyoon corrects, moving to stand beside you. She reaches out to run her hand over Haewon's ass, her fingers tracing the curve. "Your thighs too. God, Haewon, you're so gorgeous."

Haewon makes this pleased sound, and you can see her relaxing under the praise, her body settling into the position more comfortably.

"Get her dripping for me," you tell Sullyoon, stepping back to give her room. "Make her so desperate for my cock that she can't think straight."

"With pleasure," Sullyoon says with this wicked gleam in her eyes.

She drops to her knees behind Haewon, the belt still in one hand, and uses her other hand to spread Haewon's ass cheeks wider. Haewon gasps at the exposure, her whole body tensing for a moment before Sullyoon's tongue makes contact.

"Oh fuck," Haewon moans, her fingers clutching at the sheets. "Sully—"

Sullyoon doesn't waste time with teasing. She dives in, her tongue licking a long stripe from Haewon's clit all the way up through her folds. Haewon's hips jerk back automatically, trying to get more contact, and Sullyoon hums approvingly against her pussy.

You're watching this with rapt attention, your hand wrapped around your cock, stroking slowly. The sight of Sullyoon's face buried between Haewon's ass cheeks, her tongue working Haewon's pussy with obvious enthusiasm - you're so drunk and horny that you don't even remember how things escalated to this point (but you love that it did).

"How does she taste?" you ask.

Sullyoon pulls back just enough to answer, her lips shiny with Haewon's arousal. "Fucking delicious," she says. "Sweet and so wet already."

Then she's back to it, her tongue working Haewon over with clear expertise. She licks and sucks at Haewon's pussy, occasionally moving higher to circle around her asshole, which makes Haewon cry out and press back for more.

"Oh my god, Sullyoon," Haewon gasps, her arms starting to shake. "That feels so good. Your tongue is perfect. Don't stop."

Sullyoon has no intention of stopping. She eats Haewon out with enthusiasm, her free hand coming up to slide two fingers into Haewon's pussy while her tongue focuses on her clit. The dual stimulation has Haewon absolutely losing it, her moans getting louder and more desperate.

"Look at your asshole," Sullyoon says, pulling back slightly. "It keeps winking at me. Have you ever had anything in here?"

"No," Haewon admits breathlessly. "Never."

"We should change that sometime," Sullyoon muses, and then her tongue is circling Haewon's rim, teasing it.

"Oh fuck," Haewon practically screams, her whole body jerking. "That's—I've never—"

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Sullyoon asks, and then she's pressing the tip of her tongue against the tight ring of muscle, not penetrating but applying pressure.

Haewon's response is completely incoherent, just a string of moans and gasps as Sullyoon continues to work her over. Her fingers are pumping steadily in and out of Haewon's pussy, and every time she circles her asshole with her tongue, Haewon's whole body shudders.

"She's getting so wet," Sullyoon observes, pulling her fingers out to show you. They're absolutely coated in Haewon's arousal, strings of it connecting them. "Look at this. She's fucking drenched."

"Perfect," you say, stroking yourself faster. "Get her ready for me. I want her begging for my cock."

Sullyoon goes back to work on Haewon with this intensity that's absolutely mesmerizing to watch. Her face is buried between those thick thighs, and you can see her tongue working, alternating between licking Haewon's pussy and paying attention to that tight pink asshole that keeps clenching and unclenching with each wave of pleasure.

"Oh god, oh god," Haewon moans. "I've never—no one's ever touched me there before."

"Is your tight little asshole virgin, princess?" Sullyoon asks, teasing, pulling back just enough to speak before diving right back in. Her tongue circles Haewon's rim again, slower this time, more deliberate, and Haewon's whole body shudders. “How does it feel to have my warm, wet tongue playing with it for the first time?”

"Yes," Haewon confirms breathlessly. "It's so… It's so weird but it feels so good."

You're standing there stroking your cock, watching Sullyoon eat Haewon's ass like it's her favorite meal. Haewon's pussy is getting impossibly wetter, arousal literally dripping down her inner thighs, and you can see how swollen and flushed she is. Every time Sullyoon's tongue presses against her asshole, more wetness leaks from her pussy, coating everything.

"Look at how much you're dripping," you say, moving closer. "Your pussy is fucking soaked, baby. All from having your ass eaten."

"Can't help it," Haewon whimpers. "It feels too good. Her tongue is—oh fuck—"

Sullyoon's tongue is pressing more firmly against Haewon's asshole now, the tip actually breaching that tight ring of muscle just slightly. Not enough to really penetrate, but enough to make Haewon's legs start shaking. Sullyoon's face is a mess too, covered in Haewon's arousal, her chin and cheeks shiny with it, but she doesn't seem to care at all. If anything, she seems to be enjoying it as much as Haewon is.

"You taste so good here," Sullyoon murmurs against Haewon's skin. "So clean and tight. I could eat your ass for hours."

"Oh my god," Haewon gasps, her hands clutching the sheets. "Sully, that's so dirty."

"You love it though," Sullyoon says, and she brings her fingers back into play, sliding three of them into Haewon's pussy while her tongue continues working her asshole. "I can feel how much you love it. Your pussy just clenched around my fingers so hard."

Haewon can only moan in response, completely lost in the sensations. Her asshole is getting drooly too now, relaxing under Sullyoon's attention, and you can see it glistening with Sullyoon's saliva mixed with Haewon's own wetness that's been dripping down.

"Fuck, look at that," you breathe out, your hand working your cock faster. "Your asshole looks so good like this, Haewon. All wet and pink and begging for attention."

"Maybe one day we should try putting something in here," Sullyoon suggests casually, like she's not currently tongue-fucking Haewon's ass. "Start small, work our way up. Eventually get you ready to take his cock."

"Oh fuck," Haewon moans at just the thought, her hips pushing back against Sullyoon's face. "I don't know if I could—"

"You could," Sullyoon assures her, punctuating her words with long, slow licks. "We'd take our time. Make sure you're ready. And then he'd fuck your ass while I play with your pussy. Would you like that?"

"Yes," Haewon admits. "Fuck yes, I think I'd like that a lot."

"Good girl," Sullyoon praises, and she redoubles her efforts. Her tongue is working Haewon's asshole with this perfect rhythm, circling and pressing and occasionally pushing just slightly inside, while her fingers continue to pump into her pussy.

You can see Haewon's thighs trembling, can hear how her breathing is getting more erratic. The combination of Sullyoon's tongue on her ass and fingers in her pussy is clearly driving her insane, building her up to something intense.

"She's so responsive here," Sullyoon says with this note of wonder in her voice. "Every time I lick her asshole, her pussy clenches around my fingers. It's fucking beautiful."

"Keep going," you encourage, still stroking yourself. "Make her a mess. I want her desperate for my cock."

Sullyoon takes that as a challenge, and her tongue gets more aggressive. She's really eating Haewon's ass now, her tongue pressing firmly against the tight muscle, working to relax it further. Haewon's asshole is so slick with saliva now, and every time Sullyoon's tongue breaches it just slightly, Haewon lets out these high-pitched whimpers that go straight to your cock.

"Please," Haewon starts begging. "Please, I need more. I need to be filled. My pussy is so empty."

"But we're not done with your ass yet," Sullyoon teases, and she actually pushes her tongue inside, just the tip, and Haewon nearly screams.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, that's—" Haewon can't even finish her sentence, too overwhelmed by the sensation.

Sullyoon continues like this for several more minutes, alternating between eating Haewon's pussy and paying attention to her ass, until Haewon is literally a trembling, begging mess. Her arousal has soaked the sheets beneath her, her thighs are shaking uncontrollably, and she's making these desperate sounds that are barely human.

Finally, Sullyoon pulls back, and you can see how wrecked she looks. Her face is absolutely covered in Haewon's wetness, her lips swollen and red, and there's this satisfied smirk on her face.

"She's all yours," Sullyoon says, moving aside to give you space. "I got her nice and ready for you."

You don't waste any time moving into position behind Haewon. Your cock is achingly hard, and you rub it through her folds, coating yourself in her arousal. The head bumps against her clit and she cries out, her hips pushing back desperately.

"Please," Haewon begs. "Please fuck me. I need your cock so bad."

"Beg better than that," you say, continuing to tease her entrance. "Tell me exactly what you want."

"I want your cock inside me," Haewon gasps. "I want you to fill my pussy up and fuck me hard. Please, I've been so good, I've been patient. I need it so bad it hurts."

Sullyoon moves to stand beside you, the belt still in her hand. She's watching Haewon with this predatory expression, clearly enjoying seeing her friend so desperate.

"I think she's earned it," Sullyoon says. "She's been such a good girl. Look how wet she is for you."

You line yourself up properly and then you're pushing inside, sliding into Haewon's tight, wet heat in one long thrust. She's even tighter than Sullyoon, gripping your cock like a vice, and the sensation makes your eyes roll back.

"Oh fuck," Haewon cries out, her back arching beautifully. "Yes, yes, finally. You feel so good inside me.”

You start fucking Haewon with deep, powerful strokes, your hands gripping her hips so hard you know you're leaving marks. But she doesn't seem to mind at all; if anything, she pushes back to meet your thrusts, taking you as deep as she can. This position is absolutely perfect for her, the arch of her back making her ass look even more incredible, and the way her pussy grips your cock with each thrust is driving you insane.

"Fuck, you feel so good," you groan, watching your cock disappear into her over and over. "So tight and wet. You were made for this, weren't you?"

"Yes," Haewon moans. "Made for your cock. It feels so good, so full."

Sullyoon is standing beside you, watching with that calculating expression, the belt dangling from her hand. You can see the wheels turning in her head, and then without any warning at all, she brings the belt down across Haewon's ass with a sharp crack. The sound echoes through the room, and Haewon's whole body jerks forward with the impact. For a second you think maybe it was too much, but then Haewon lets out this long, drawn-out moan that's pure pleasure.

"Oh fuck," Haewon gasps, and you can feel her pussy clench around your cock. "Do that again."

Sullyoon grins wickedly, clearly pleased with the reaction. "You like that?" she asks, running her hand over the red mark that's already forming on Haewon's pale skin. "You like being spanked?"

"Yes," Haewon admits breathlessly. "I love it."

"Good," Sullyoon says, and she brings the belt down again, this time on the other cheek. Another sharp crack, another red mark blooming across that perfect ass, and another desperate moan from Haewon.

You keep fucking her through it, maintaining that steady, hard rhythm, and every time the belt connects with her skin, her pussy clenches around you impossibly tight.

"I think our little girl needs some structure," Sullyoon comments, "don't you think?"

"Definitely," you agree, catching on to what she's doing. "She's been such a needy little thing all night."

"That's because she needs a mommy and a daddy to take care of her," Sullyoon continues, bringing the belt down again. The crack is louder this time, and Haewon's arms nearly give out. "Isn't that right, baby?"

"Yes," Haewon whimpers. "I need you both. Need mommy and daddy."

Sullyoon catches your eye and there's this shared understanding between you - you're going to absolutely wreck Haewon together, give her everything she needs and more.

"That's my good girl," Sullyoon coos, even as she brings the belt down again. "Admitting what you need. Now, are you going to be obedient? Are you going to take what we give you?"

"Yes, mommy," Haewon gasps. "I'll be good. I promise I'll be so good."

"That's what I like to hear," Sullyoon says approvingly. She spanks Haewon again, and the red marks are really starting to show now, bright against her pale skin. "Look at how pretty your ass looks all marked up. Daddy's cock stretching your pussy, mommy's belt marking your ass. This is exactly where you belong."

"Yes," Haewon agrees, pushing back to meet your thrusts. "This is where I belong. With both of you. Using me however you want."

You adjust your angle slightly, making sure you're hitting that spot deep inside her that makes her see stars, and the change in position makes Haewon cry out. "That's it, baby," you encourage. "Take daddy's cock like a good girl."

Sullyoon brings the belt down in a series of quick strikes, alternating between cheeks, and each one makes Haewon's pussy clench around you. The combination of pain and pleasure is clearly overwhelming her, and you can feel her getting wetter, her arousal coating your cock and dripping down her thighs.

"Count them," Sullyoon orders suddenly. "Count each one and thank mommy for it."

The next strike comes down and Haewon gasps out, "One! Thank you, mommy!"

"Good girl," Sullyoon praises, and delivers another.

"Two! Thank you, mommy!"

You're fucking her harder now, timing your thrusts with the strikes of the belt, creating this perfect rhythm that has Haewon absolutely losing her mind. Every time the belt connects, you're buried deep inside her, and the dual sensation is clearly pushing her toward something intense.

"Three! Thank you, mommy!" Haewon's voice is getting higher with each count.

"Look at how well she's taking it," Sullyoon observes, running her free hand over the red marks. "Such a perfect little slut for us. Both holes used, her ass all marked up. You're doing so well, princess. Now pick up where you left off," Sullyoon orders, slamming the belt against Haewon's ass once more.

"Four! Thank you, mommy!" Another strike, harder this time. "Five! Thank you, mommy!"

Haewon's whole body is trembling now, caught between your relentless fucking and Sullyoon's spanking. Her ass is beautifully red, the marks standing out stark against her pale skin, and you can feel her pussy starting to flutter around your cock in that telltale way.

"She's getting close," you tell Sullyoon. "I can feel it."

"Not yet," Sullyoon says firmly, bringing the belt down again. "You don't get to cum until we say so. Understand?"

"Six! Thank you, mommy!" Haewon sobs out. "Please, I need—"

"You need what we give you," Sullyoon interrupts, another sharp strike. "Nothing more, nothing less."

"Seven! Thank you, mommy!" She's so wet that you can hear it, the obscene sound of your fucking mixing with the crack of the belt and Haewon's increasingly desperate moans. "Eight! Thank you, mommy!"

"That's my good girl," Sullyoon praises, and her free hand comes around to find Haewon's clit, rubbing it in quick circles. "Taking everything we give you so perfectly. Daddy's big cock filling your pussy, mommy's belt making your ass nice and red. You love this, don't you?" Before Haewon can even open her mouth, the belt lands on her ass in the spot that's already starting to bruise purple from so many hits in the same place.

"Nine! Thank you, mommy! Yes, I love it so much!"

Another strike, the hardest yet.

"Ten! Thank you, mommy!"

"I think that's enough for now," Sullyoon decides, tossing the belt aside and moving to kneel beside the bed so she's face level with Haewon. "You've been such a good girl. Such an obedient little thing. Now daddy's going to fuck you until you can't think anymore, and mommy's going to watch and tell you how pretty you look taking it."

You grab Haewon's hair, wrapping it around your fist and pulling her head back as you thrust deep inside her. The angle makes her back arch even more dramatically, and you can see the way her body trembles with each powerful stroke. Your other hand grips her hip bruisingly tight, using the leverage to fuck her harder, faster, giving her exactly what she needs.

"Yes, yes, daddy!" Haewon cries out. "Fuck me harder! Please!"

Sullyoon picks up the belt again, clearly not done yet, and brings it down across Haewon's already reddened ass with a loud crack. The impact makes Haewon's whole body jolt forward, taking your cock even deeper, and the sound that comes out of her mouth is pure ecstasy.

"Such a greedy little slut," Sullyoon says. "Always wanting more. Never satisfied."

"I can't help it," Haewon sobs, and there are actual tears streaming down her face now, but they're tears of overwhelming pleasure. "I've never felt anything like this before. It's so much. Too much. But I don't want it to stop."

You yank her hair harder, forcing her to look at Sullyoon who's moved back to stand beside you. "Tell mommy what you need," you order, your hips never stopping their relentless rhythm.

"I need mommy to keep spanking me," Haewon gasps out. "Need daddy's cock so deep I can't think. Need both of you to use me. I'm yours. Completely yours."

"Fuck," Sullyoon breathes. She brings the belt down again, and again, creating a rhythm that matches your thrusts. Every time you bottom out inside Haewon, the belt connects with her ass, and the synchronized sensation has Haewon absolutely losing her mind.

"Daddy, daddy, daddy," Haewon chants. "So deep. You're so deep inside me. I can feel you everywhere."

"Good," you growl, pulling her hair so hard her back is nearly vertical. "Want you to feel me for days. Every time you sit down, you'll remember how I fucked you. How we both used you."

"Yes," Haewon agrees desperately. "Want to remember. Want to feel it forever."

Sullyoon is watching Haewon's face with rapt attention. "Look at her," she says to you, bringing the belt down particularly hard. "She's completely gone. Never seen her like this before. So desperate and needy."

"I am," Haewon admits shamelessly. "I'm so desperate for you both. For mommy and daddy. Never want this to end."

"Tell us more," Sullyoon demands, her free hand coming up to grab Haewon's jaw, forcing her to maintain eye contact. "Tell us exactly how it feels."

"It feels like I'm being split open," Haewon gasps, her words punctuated by your thrusts. "Like daddy's cock is reaching places no one's ever touched. And when mommy spanks me, it hurts so good. The pain just makes everything else feel better. I'm so full and so empty at the same time. I need more. Always more."

You release her hair only to wrap your hand around her throat instead, pulling her upper body back against your chest while you continue to fuck her. The new angle lets you go even deeper, and Haewon's scream is muffled by Sullyoon's hand clamping over her mouth.

"Shhh," Sullyoon warns, though she's grinning. "The neighbors will hear what a desperate little slut you are." Haewon whimpers against Sullyoon's palm, and you can feel her pussy clenching rhythmically around your cock. She's so close, you can tell, teetering right on that edge, but you're not ready to let her fall yet.

"Not yet," you remind her, your hand on her throat tightening just slightly. "You don't cum until we say so."

Sullyoon removes her hand from Haewon's mouth, and the sounds that pour out are absolutely filthy. "Please, please, mommy, daddy, I need to cum so bad. I'll do anything. Anything you want. Just please let me cum."

"Anything?" Sullyoon repeats, bringing the belt down hard enough to make Haewon yelp. "That's a dangerous promise, baby girl."

"I mean it," Haewon insists, her whole body shaking. "I'm yours. Both of yours. Whatever you want from me, it's yours. My mouth, my pussy, my ass. Everything. Just please, please let me cum."

"She's begging so pretty," you observe, your grip on her throat loosening just enough to let her breathe easier. "What do you think, mommy? Has she earned it yet?"

"Not quite," Sullyoon answers. "I want to see her really desperate first. Want to watch her completely fall apart."

"No," Haewon whines. "Please, I'm already falling apart. Can't take much more."

"You can take what we give you," Sullyoon says firmly, and she brings the belt down in a series of rapid strikes that have Haewon sobbing and writhing. "You can take it because you're our good girl. Because this is what you were made for. To be used by both of us."

"Yes, yes, I was made for this," Haewon agrees frantically. "Made to be yours. To take whatever you give me. I love it. I love you both. Love being your good girl."

"We love you too," you tell her. "Our perfect little girl. Taking everything so well."

"Love you so much," Sullyoon adds, softer now even as she continues with the belt. "You're doing so good, princess. Making mommy so proud."

Haewon is a mess now, tears and drool running down her face, her makeup completely ruined, her hair wild from your grip. Her ass is bright red, covered in marks from the belt, and her pussy is absolutely drenched, coating your cock and dripping onto the already soaked sheets. She's never looked more beautiful.

"More," she begs, even though you can tell she's barely holding on. "Need more. Harder, daddy. Spank me harder, mommy. Use me. Ruin me. Make me yours forever."

"Already ours," you remind her, your hips snapping forward with brutal force. "Always been ours. From the moment we both met you."

"Say it again," Sullyoon demands, bringing the belt down hard. "Tell us who you belong to."

"Yours!" Haewon practically screams. "I belong to mommy and daddy! Only you two! Forever!"

Sullyoon's eyes meet yours over Haewon's trembling body, and there's this moment of perfect understanding. This beautiful, desperate woman between you is yours. Completely, utterly yours. And you're never letting her go.

"Keep fucking her," Sullyoon says to you. "I want to see how much more she can take before she breaks."

You're happy to oblige. Each thrust punches sounds out of her that are barely human, and you can feel her whole body starting to tense up in that way that means she's getting dangerously close despite your orders.

"Hold it," you command. "Don't you dare cum yet."

"Can't," Haewon sobs. "Can't hold it. Too much. Please let me cum. Please, daddy, mommy, please."

"Not yet," Sullyoon says mercilessly, and brings the belt down again. "You can hold it. You're strong. You can do this for us."

Sullyoon drops the belt and grabs Haewon's face with both hands, forcing her to look up and you watch with fascination as she leans in close, her lips parting. She lets saliva pool in her mouth and then slowly, deliberately, she spits directly into Haewon's open mouth.

"Swallow," Sullyoon commands, and Haewon obeys immediately, her throat working as she takes it down. "Good girl. Such a good fucking girl for mommy."

You can feel Haewon's pussy clenching around you even tighter after that, and you know she's right on the absolute edge. There's no way she can hold back much longer, and honestly, you don't want her to. You want to see her completely shatter. You grab both her arms, pulling them behind her back and pinning her wrists together with one hand. The position forces her chest down into the mattress and her ass up even higher, and the leverage it gives you is incredible. You start fucking her with absolutely everything you have, your hips pistoning forward with brutal force.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, OH FUCK!" Haewon screams. The sound is so loud you're definitely going to get noise complaints, but none of you care. "I can't! I'm going to—please, I need to cum!"

"Cum for us," Sullyoon says. "Be a good girl and cum all over daddy's cock. Show us how good we make you feel."

With permission given, Haewon's orgasm hits her like an avalanche, her whole body convulsing as she screams. Her pussy clamps down on your cock so tight it's almost painful, pulsing and milking you, and you can feel her release gushing out around your cock, soaking everything.

"That's it, that's it," Sullyoon encourages, watching. "Look at you, princess. So beautiful when you cum. Keep going. Let it all out."

Haewon is sobbing through her orgasm, completely lost in it, and the sensation of her pussy spasming around you combined with her desperate sounds pushes you right to your own edge. You fuck her through it, prolonging her pleasure, and you can feel your own release building at the base of your spine.

"Fuck, I'm close," you warn, your rhythm getting erratic. "Gonna cum."

"Pull out," Sullyoon says quickly. "I want to see it."

You give Haewon a few more brutal thrusts, drawing out every last bit of her orgasm, and then you pull out. Your cock is absolutely drenched with her arousal, and it's throbbing with the need to release. You quickly flip Haewon over onto her back (she's completely boneless, barely able to help, her limbs shaking) and you position yourself over her face.

"Open your mouth," you order and Haewon obeys, her tongue lolling out, her eyes glazed and unfocused.

You stroke yourself fast and hard, and it only takes a few pumps before you're cumming. The first rope of cum shoots out and lands across Haewon's face, painting a line from her forehead down across her nose. The second hits her cheek, and the third lands directly in her open mouth.

"Holy shit," Sullyoon breathes, eyes wide as she watches. "Look at all that cum."

And there is a lot. More than you've cum in a long time, probably built up from all the teasing and edging throughout the night. You keep stroking, milking every last drop out, and it just keeps coming. Thick ropes of white coating Haewon's face, getting in her hair, dripping down her cheeks, covering her lips and chin.

"Fuck," you groan, your whole body shuddering with the intensity of it. "Take it all, baby. Every fucking drop."

Haewon's tongue comes out to lick at what landed near her mouth, and the sight of her tasting your cum while her face is completely painted with it is almost enough to get you hard again immediately.

When you're finally done, completely spent, you sit back on your heels to admire your work. Haewon's face is absolutely covered, cum dripping down onto the pillow beneath her head. Her eyes are still glazed, a satisfied smile on her face despite the mess.

"You were such a good girl," you tell her, reaching down to stroke her cheek with your thumb. "Took everything we gave you so perfectly."

"Such a good girl," Sullyoon echoes. "I've never seen you like this, Haewon. Never seen you so thoroughly used. You look beautiful."

"Feel beautiful," Haewon manages to mumble. "Feel perfect. That was… I've never… nothing's ever been that intense."

You collapse beside her on the bed, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. Your whole body feels like jelly, completely wrung out, and you can feel sweat cooling on your skin. Sullyoon climbs onto the bed on Haewon's other side, sandwiching her between you. Sullyoon looks down at Haewon's cum-covered face, and there's this hungry glint in her eyes that makes your spent cock twitch despite being completely drained. "Can't let all that go to waste," she murmurs, and before you can fully process what she's about to do, she's leaning down.

Her tongue comes out and she starts at Haewon's forehead. She licks a long, slow stripe down, collecting the cum that's painted across her friend's skin. Haewon's eyes flutter open in surprise, but she doesn't protest. She actually tilts her head back slightly to give Sullyoon better access.

“This is so dirty," you breathe out, watching transfixed as Sullyoon continues her work.

Sullyoon's tongue traces along Haewon's temple, then down her cheek, lapping up every drop of your release. She's thorough and deliberate, clearly savoring the taste.

"Tastes different on her skin," Sullyoon observes, pulling back for a moment before diving back in. "Still good though. Salty and warm."

"Oh my god, Sully," Haewon giggles breathlessly, her hands coming up to rest on Sullyoon's shoulders. "You're insane."

"I know you're enjoying it, though," Sullyoon counters, and she licks across Haewon's nose, cleaning the cum that had landed there. "Besides, we're way past the point of being shy about this stuff." She moves to Haewon's other cheek, her tongue working meticulously to clean every trace. When she reaches Haewon's lips, she pauses, her eyes meeting her friend's. There's this moment of tension, of anticipation, and then Sullyoon is kissing her.

It's absolutely filthy, all tongue and no finesse, Sullyoon licking into Haewon's mouth to share the taste of your cum. Their tongues slide together messily, saliva and cum mixing between them, and you can hear the wet sounds of the kiss from where you're lying beside them. Haewon moans into Sullyoon's mouth, her hands sliding up to tangle in her friend's hair. They're making out like they're starving for each other, desperate and sloppy. Your cum is smeared between both their faces now, transferred by the kiss, and neither of them seems to care at all.

"Fuck, that's hot," you manage. "You two are so fucking hot together."

Sullyoon breaks the kiss long enough to glance at you with a smirk. "Enjoying the show?"

"Very much," you confirm. "Please don't stop on my account."

"Wasn't planning to," Sullyoon says, and then she's back to kissing Haewon, this time slower but no less intense. Her tongue traces Haewon's bottom lip before sucking it into her mouth, and Haewon whimpers at the sensation.

When they finally break apart, both of them are breathing hard. Haewon's face is much cleaner now, most of your cum either licked up by Sullyoon or transferred to her own face through the kissing. They're both flushed and glowing, looking thoroughly debauched and absolutely satisfied.

"That was amazing," Haewon says. "Everything about tonight was amazing."

"It really was," Sullyoon agrees. "I can't believe we actually did this."

"Alright, the chat here is cool but I don't think we can continue like this," you say eventually, forcing yourself to sit up despite your body's protests. "We really should shower. We're all disgusting."

"Speak for yourself," Sullyoon says, but she's sitting up too, stretching her arms above her head. "I'm glowing."

"You're covered in various bodily fluids," you point out. "All of us are."

"Fine," Haewon concedes with a yawn. "Shower sounds good. But I don't think I can stand up."

"Come on," you say, climbing off the bed and offering her your hand. "I'll help you."

The three of you make your way to the bathroom, Haewon wobbling slightly between you and Sullyoon. Your shower is decent sized, big enough for two people comfortably, and with some strategic positioning, three people can fit if they don't mind being close. Which, after everything that just happened, none of you do. The hot water feels incredible against your skin, washing away the sweat and everything else. You help wash Haewon's hair while Sullyoon soaps up her body, all three of you taking care of each other with this new intimacy that feels natural now. There's some playful touching and a few kisses exchanged, but mostly it's just comfortable and warm.

When you're all clean and dried off, you realize the next problem. "You both need something to sleep in," you say, wrapping a towel around your waist. "Let me grab you some shirts."

You head to your dresser and pull open the drawer where you keep your old t-shirts, the comfortable worn ones that are perfect for sleeping. But before you can pick anything out, both Sullyoon and Haewon have crowded in beside you, reaching for the same shirt simultaneously. It's this faded blue one, soft from years of washing, and they each grab a side of it at the exact same moment. They freeze, looking at each other, and then at the shirt, and then at you.

"This is my shirt," Haewon says.

"No, it's mine," Sullyoon argues. "I always wear this one when I sleep over."

"I wore it last time I was here," Haewon insists.

The situation is so unlikely that it is comical. They've both been sleeping over, both wearing your shirts, both making themselves at home in your space without knowing about each other. It's complicated, but it's also kind of perfect.

"Okay, new solution," you say, reaching past them to grab a different shirt. "Sullyoon, this one is officially yours now. Your designated sleepover shirt. And Haewon can keep the blue one."

You hand Sullyoon a gray shirt that's equally soft and worn, and she examines it critically for a moment before nodding. "Fine. But this better be comfortable."

"It is," you assure her. "Trust me."

Both girls pull on the shirts, and they hit them mid-thigh, just long enough to be decent but short enough to be enticing. They're not wearing anything underneath, and you can see the outline of their bodies through the thin fabric. It's innocent and sexy at the same time, and you have to force yourself not to get distracted again.

"Ow," Haewon suddenly says, reaching back to touch her ass. "It's burning."

"Let me see," Sullyoon says immediately.

Haewon lifts the hem of her shirt, revealing her ass, and both you and Sullyoon wince. The skin is bright red with clear marks from the belt, and there are even some purple-ish spots where the strikes were particularly hard. It looks painful, and you feel a twinge of guilt with pride at having marked her so thoroughly.

"Fuck, baby, I'm sorry," Sullyoon says, and she actually drops to her knees, pressing gentle kisses to the marked skin. "I got carried away. Does it hurt bad?"

"It's not terrible," Haewon assures her, though she's clearly feeling it. "Just stings. But in a good way, kind of."

You move closer and press a soft kiss to her unmarked lower back. "You'll get used to it," you tell her. "The soreness fades pretty quick, and then you just have the memories."

"I think I'd like to get used to it," Haewon says with a shy smile. "It was intense but I loved it."

She yawns then, huge and jaw-cracking, and Sullyoon laughs as she stands back up. "Someone's tired," she observes.

"Someone just had the most intense sexual experience of her life," Haewon counters. "I think I'm allowed to be tired."

"Fair point," you concede. "Let's get the bed ready."

The sheets are absolutely destroyed, so you strip them off and grab fresh ones from the closet. The three of you work together to make the bed, and there's something domestic and comfortable about it. When it's done, you all climb in, and there's a brief moment of awkwardness as you figure out the sleeping arrangement. You end up in the middle again, because apparently that's just your permanent position now, with Haewon on your left and Sullyoon on your right. They both immediately curl into you, their heads on your chest, and you wrap your arms around both of them.

"Today was amazing," Haewon says sleepily, her fingers tracing idle patterns on your stomach. "So intense. So good. I loved every second of it."

"Even the spanking?" Sullyoon teases.

"Especially the spanking," Haewon confirms. "I loved calling you mommy and him daddy. Made everything feel even better. Can we keep doing that?"

"If that's what you want," Sullyoon says softly. "We can definitely keep doing that."

"I want to be your good girl," Haewon continues, her words getting slightly slurred as sleep pulls at her. "For both of you. Want to make you proud."

"You already do," you tell her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "You're perfect, baby."

You settle back into the pillows with a contented sigh, both girls pressed against your sides, and you can't help but smile. "I was right all along," you say. "This was always going to work."

"Don't get cocky," Sullyoon warns. "You got lucky that we're both apparently insane enough to agree to this."

"Not insane," you correct. "Brave. Revolutionary. Pioneers of modern relationships."

"You're such an idiot," Sullyoon says fondly.

Haewon shifts slightly. "So we're officially your girlfriends now? Both of us?"

"Yes," you confirm without hesitation. "Both of you. My girlfriends. If you'll have me."

"We'll have you," Sullyoon says. "God help us, but we'll have you."

There's a moment of silence, and then Sullyoon lets out this long-suffering sigh. "When my friends find out about this, I'm going to be so embarrassed. They're never going to let me live it down."

"I can't wait to post a picture of both of you on Instagram," you say, just teasing. "Show everyone how lucky I am."

"You just want to show off," Sullyoon accuses. "We're not objects for you to parade around."

"I know that.” You lean down to kiss Sullyoon, and then turn to kiss Haewon. "I'm kidding about the Instagram thing. Well, mostly kidding. But I promise I'm going to take good care of both of you. No more lies, no more games. Just us, being honest and figuring this out together."

"You better," Sullyoon warns. "Because if you fuck this up—"

"I know, I know," you interrupt. "You'll stab me. Or set me on fire. Or both."

"Both," Sullyoon confirms. "Definitely both."

"Noted," you say, and you pull them both closer. "Now can we please go to sleep? I'm exhausted."

"So exhausted," Haewon agrees, already half asleep.

"Fine," Sullyoon concedes. "But we're talking logistics in the morning. Ground rules, schedules, all of it."

"Whatever you want," you promise. "We'll figure it all out. Together."

—

The morning light, soft and golden through the crack in the curtain, it's what eventually pulls Sullyoon from sleep. She blinks slowly, her head immediately protesting the movement with a dull throb. Too much wine last night, she thinks, groaning quietly as she presses a hand to her forehead. Then the memories come flooding back - everything that happened, every kiss and touch and filthy word - and her eyes snap fully open. She turns her head to find Haewon still curled up beside her, sleeping peacefully with her face buried in the pillow. The bed is noticeably empty on the other side where you should be, and Sullyoon can hear faint sounds coming from the kitchen. You're already up, apparently, which is surprising given how late you all stayed up and how thoroughly exhausted everyone was.

"Haewon," Sullyoon says softly, reaching over to shake her friend's shoulder. "Wake up." Haewon makes this protesting sound and tries to burrow deeper into the pillow, but Sullyoon is persistent. After a moment, Haewon's eyes flutter open, unfocused and sleepy. She looks at Sullyoon with confusion for a second, like she can't quite remember where she is, and then awareness dawns and a slow smile spreads across her face.

"Morning," Haewon mumbles.

"How do you feel?" Sullyoon asks, studying her friend's face carefully. In the morning light, with no makeup and bedhead, Haewon looks soft and young and vulnerable, and Sullyoon feels this protective surge in her chest.

"Great," Haewon says, stretching like a cat. Then she winces slightly and reaches back to touch her ass. "Okay, mostly great. My butt is still a bit sore, but otherwise I feel amazing. Yesterday was really, really good."

"You don't regret it?" Sullyoon presses, because she needs to hear it clearly, needs to know that her best friend isn't going to wake up and realize they made a terrible mistake.

Instead of answering with words, Haewon leans in and kisses her. It's soft and sweet and completely different from the desperate kissing of last night, and when she pulls back, she's smiling. "No," she says firmly. "I don't regret anything. What about you?"

Sullyoon considers the question, taking stock of her feelings. Her head hurts, her body is sore in places she forgot could be sore, and she's lying in bed with her best friend after having the most intense sexual experience of her life with said best friend and the guy they're apparently both dating now. It's insane. It's complicated. It's—

"Not yet," Sullyoon says with a small smile. "Ask me again in a week."

They get out of bed, both of them still wearing your shirts and nothing else, and pad out to the main area of your apartment. You're sitting at the small dining table with a cup of coffee and a book, looking relaxed and domestic in just sweatpants and a t-shirt. When you look up and see them, your whole face lights up with this genuine smile that makes Sullyoon blush, even though she tries to hide it by turning her face to the side.

"Morning, sleepyheads," you say, closing your book. "I was starting to think you'd sleep all day."

Haewon immediately walks over to you, and without any hesitation she leans down to kiss you. "Morning, daddy," she says against your lips.

"I made breakfast," you announce, gesturing to the counter where there are plates of eggs and toast and fruit. "Nothing fancy, but I figured you'd both be hungry."

"You made breakfast?" Haewon's eyes go wide with delight. "That's so sweet!"

"Don't be fooled," Sullyoon says, moving to examine the food critically. "These good boyfriend deeds will only last the first week. Then it's back to takeout and frozen pizza."

You stand up and move to wrap your arms around Sullyoon from behind, pulling her back against your chest. "You're always so grumpy when you wake up," you murmur, pressing a kiss to her temple, then her cheek. "It's kind of cute."

"I'm not grumpy," Sullyoon protests, but she's leaning back into your embrace despite herself. "I'm realistic."

"Grumpy," you repeat with a grin, kissing her neck.

Haewon has already moved to sit at the table, but as soon as she lowers herself onto the chair, she lets out this pained sound. "Ow, fuck," she mutters, quickly adjusting her position and shifting her weight. She finally finds an angle that works, sitting slightly to one side, and looks over at Sullyoon. "Mommy, come eat too."

Sullyoon extricates herself from your arms and moves to sit across from Haewon, her eyebrows raised. "It's a bit weird for you to call me mommy when you're older than me," she points out. "Like, factually incorrect."

Haewon just shrugs, already digging into her breakfast. "It's just a detail. Age is just a number. Besides, you're the one who started it last night."

"That was different," Sullyoon argues. "That was in the heat of the moment."

"And this is the warm afterglow of the moment," Haewon counters. "Same thing."

You move to sit with them, bringing your coffee with you, and you reach into your pocket to pull out your cigarettes. Sullyoon watches as you pull one out and bring it to your lips, reaching for the lighter that's sitting on the table. But before you can flick it, Sullyoon reaches out and plucks the cigarette right from between your lips.

"Hey," you protest. "I was about to smoke that."

"No, you weren't," Sullyoon says calmly, holding the cigarette out of your reach. "You're not smoking anymore."

"What? Since when?"

"Since now," Sullyoon informs you. "From now on, Haewon and I are in charge of this relationship. And we say no more cigarettes."

"We are?" Haewon asks, looking delighted by this information.

"We are," Sullyoon confirms, not taking her eyes off you. "You do what we tell you. That's how this is going to work."

You lean back in your chair, studying Sullyoon. "That's kind of a toxic trait," you point out. "Taking control like that. And that's definitely not how you deal with addiction. It takes support, respect, and acceptance to deal with this delicate matter. You can't just order someone to quit cold turkey."

"I don't give a fuck," Sullyoon says bluntly. "You want this relationship to work? You want us both to stick around? Then you quit smoking. It's disgusting, it's bad for your health, and I hate it. Haewon hates it too."

"I do hate it," Haewon agrees, nodding enthusiastically. "It makes your breath taste bad when we kiss."

"Fine," you sigh. "You win. You're both in charge of the relationship. I'll do what you tell me."

"Good boy," Sullyoon says, then she leans across the table and kisses you, slow and sweet, and when she pulls back she's smiling. "See? That wasn't so hard."

"Don't get used to me being this agreeable," you warn, but you're smiling too. "I'm only doing this because I like you both way too much."

"Love," Haewon corrects. "You love us. You said so last night."

"I did," you admit. "And I meant it. I love you both."

"We love you too," Haewon says immediately, and she looks at Sullyoon. "Right, mommy?"

Sullyoon rolls her eyes at the title but nods. "Yeah," she says. "We love you. Just a little. Even when you're being an idiot."

"Especially when I'm being an idiot," you correct with your smug smile.

After breakfast and some more lazy kissing on the couch, reality starts to creep back in. Both girls have to go home eventually, have to get back to their lives, and as much as you'd love to keep them here in this perfect bubble forever, you know that's not how this works. Sullyoon and Haewon disappear into your bedroom to get changed back into the clothes they wore last night. You can hear them talking and laughing, and the sound makes you smile unconsciously. When they emerge, Sullyoon is back in her skirt and sweater, looking put-together despite the slightly mussed hair and the faint hickey you can see peeking out from her collar. Haewon is in her outfit from yesterday too, and she's walking a bit gingerly, still feeling the effects of last night's activities.

You walk them to the door, and there's this moment where none of you quite know what to say. This is new territory, uncharted waters, and the reality of what happens next is suddenly very present. "So," you start, leaning against the doorframe. "Tonight? Movie night? I was thinking we could order pizza, watch something terrible, just hang out."

"Are you asking us both on a date?" Sullyoon asks with a raised eyebrow.

"I guess I am," you confirm. "Our first official date as... whatever we are."

"A throuple," Haewon supplies helpfully.

"Right. Our first official throuple date," you say, testing out the word. "So, are you both in?"

"Yes," Haewon says immediately, bouncing slightly on her toes before wincing and remembering her sore ass. "Definitely yes. I want to come over tonight."

"I'll be here too," Sullyoon agrees, and then her expression turns more serious. She steps closer to you. "I'm happy we decided to give this a try. With you. Both of us. I know it's unconventional and probably insane, but I think it could be good. We could be good."

"We will be good," you promise, reaching out to cup her face. "I know I fucked up by not being honest from the start, but I swear I'm going to make this work. I'm going to be the boyfriend you both deserve."

"Just don't make me regret this," Sullyoon warns you. It's not really a threat, just vulnerability, this fear that you'll hurt her again. "Please. I'm trusting you with a lot here. We both are."

"I know," you say seriously. "And I won't let you down. I promise."

Haewon moves to stand beside Sullyoon, and she takes your other hand, squeezing it gently. "I believe in you," she says with that sweet optimism that's so characteristically her. "I think you're going to do great. We all are."

Sullyoon reaches down and takes your hand, lacing her fingers through yours. Haewon does the same with your other hand, and the three of you stand there connected, forming this little triangle of intertwined hands. "Two girlfriends," Sullyoon muses. "I still can't quite believe this is happening. I don't know if you're incredibly lucky or completely insane."

"Little bit of both," you admit. "Mostly lucky though."

"Very lucky," Haewon agrees, and then she and Sullyoon both lean in at the same time, sandwiching you between them for a kiss. It's sweet and chaste, nothing like the desperate kisses from last night, but it feels significant somehow.

When they pull back, you're smiling so wide your face hurts. "You know," Sullyoon says thoughtfully, "if you keep using that silver tongue of yours to talk your way out of situations, you really will make a great lawyer one day."

"I already am a lawyer," you argue immediately.

"You're a law student," Sullyoon corrects. "There's a difference."

"A law student is basically a lawyer," you insist. "I have all the knowledge, I just need the piece of paper."

"The piece of paper is the important part," Sullyoon shoots back. "That's literally what makes you a lawyer. The bar exam, the certification—"

"The knowledge is what matters," you argue. "Everything else is just bureaucracy."

"Oh my god, you two," Haewon interrupts with a laugh. "Does it really matter? The point is his tongue is already very good at a lot of things." There's a beat of silence as both you and Sullyoon process what she just said. Then Sullyoon is laughing, this genuine surprised laugh that makes her whole face light up, and you're joining in because leave it to Haewon to cut through your bickering with a perfectly timed dirty joke.

"What?" Haewon says innocently, but she's grinning. "I'm just saying. His tongue is talented. Very talented."

"You're not wrong," Sullyoon agrees, still laughing. "God, I can't believe you just said that."

"Someone had to," Haewon says with a shrug. "You two could argue about the lawyer thing for hours."

"Fair point," you concede, pulling both of them in for one more quick kiss. "Alright, you two should probably go before you're even later getting home. But I'll see you tonight?"

"Tonight," they both confirm.

You open the door for them, and they step out into the hallway. Haewon blows you a kiss, and Sullyoon just shakes her head with a fond smile. As they start walking toward the elevator, you can hear their voices continuing the conversation.

"So about the whole 'mommy' thing," Sullyoon is saying. "We need to establish some ground rules."

"Like what?" Haewon asks.

"Like you can only call me that when we're in bed," Sullyoon says firmly. "Not in public, not around other people. Only in private."

"But I like calling you mommy," Haewon protests. "It's cute."

"It's weird if you do it in front of other people," Sullyoon argues. "Especially since you're technically older than me."

"Only by a few months," Haewon says. "That barely counts."

"It counts," Sullyoon insists. "And I mean it, Haewon. You cannot call me mommy in front of our other friends. They'll never let me live it down."

"Fine, fine," Haewon agrees. "Only in private. Got it."

Their voices fade as they turn the corner toward the elevator, still bickering good-naturedly, and you stand there in your doorway with this stupid grin on your face. You did it. You actually fucking did it. Made your case, presented your evidence, cross-examined every doubt. Against all odds and conventional wisdom, through silver-tongued persuasion, audacity (and probably more luck than you deserve), you convinced the jury of two to acquit. Not just to forgive the crime, but to rewrite the law entirely. To say that loving them both wasn't wrong - it was just ahead of its time.

The verdict is in. Guilty of deception, yes. But worthy of something better than punishment.